#yanderes are just better when they're pathetic change my mind

[synthetickitsune]

yandere!Baekhyun x Reader: small steps.

Word count: 1881

Warnings: mentions of death, abduction, obsessive behaviors.

Rating: +16 for the warnings stated above.

In a perfect world your eyes, filled with love, were fixated on him from the moment he came back home, and you approached him with your hands stained with foods you were preparing for the dinner, making you whine and rush to the sink to wash them, so you could come again and hug him without worry.

In a perfect world the space you shared had signs of your and his lives, everything smelled like you to him, and everything smelled like him to you. And both of you loved it – feeling at home, at peace, in love, cherishing each other’s existence, even worshiping it.

In a perfect world the warmth of your body melted into his in an embrace that neither of you wanted to break; he could wrap his arms around you and make you lose your breath, and you’d simply laugh at it, maybe even with you saying something cliché like, “I don’t mind dying like this”. Then, he’d reply, “I’d gladly die with you.”

But the world he lived in wasn’t perfect, and your small silhouette, instead of looking out for him coming home, would tremble from fear when he approached.

You’d stay in the room he prepared for you, locked for the time he was away, but even when he was back and the door was unlocked, you wouldn’t want to face him. He made sure you had access to everything you needed, he rearranged the apartment so you had your own bathroom as well; he even prepared things like TV and books to busy your time with if you truly didn’t want to approach him. But, even though he bought so many things for you to feel comfortable, you hesitated before even touching them. And if he even thought about wrapping arms around you… your fragile heart couldn’t possibly handle it, the fear overwhelming you, as if he truly wanted to take your life away. But he would never do this, and his own heart broke at the mere thought, and the fact you could believe it.

He sat down by the kitchen table and looked at his phone – the camera in your room proved that you were in your bed, although no sound was coming from there. Your days mostly looked like that; after weeks had passed and you got used to him enough to eat the food he prepared without fear, and you’d use the bathroom without checking every corner for a camera that, really, wasn’t there, yet, there was nothing convincing you to come out and talk to him, welcome him home, try to spend time with him. Baekhyun’s life was anything but perfect, and he came to a realization that maybe there were things he could have done better in the past, maybe he could have approached you in a way that wouldn’t mean kidnapping, but hell, did he not know how to do that at all. There was nothing else that made sense to him. He didn’t want to wait any longer; he thought that if given no opportunity to fall in love with someone else, you’d eventually accept him in his life. But he was wrong, and now he was stuck in this inconvenient situation that he had no idea how to fix.

He watched you in the camera for a few minutes, wondering whether you’re asleep or just resting. He didn’t want to wake you up, but then he saw you roll over and let out a sigh with your eyes open. He gave you a few more minutes just in case you did barely wake up, and stood up, walking toward your room.

He knocked, quietly at first, not wanting to startle you. In the screen of his phone still held in his hand, he saw you sit up abruptly and pull knees up to your chest. Would you come and open the door? Or tell him to come in? Both required courage – you could do it, he believed in you.

“Y… yes…?” you spoke, so quietly that he barely heard you.

He unlocked the door carefully and faced the dark space, with the curtains pulled over and your silhouette drowsily wrapped in the blankets, as if it was an early morning. Although the initial terror had passed and you became just a bit accustomed with his presence, your back was still pushed into the wall behind your back, looking at him warily. For all the times him coming into your room had made you cry, this must have been a progress, right?

“Could we talk?”

“About what?” you asked defensively.

He retreated a bit, hanging onto the doorknob as if it was his anchor. The tone of your voice was hurting him, making him so sad – he hated himself so much for what he’d done to you.

“I have something for you. It’s small… Come when you’re ready.”

Not giving you – or himself – any more time to worry, he left, closing the door behind, but leaving the lock open this time.

It was a late evening and he barely came out of shower, hair still damp and comfortable attire on, that he noticed you sitting by the table in the kitchen, head lowered and hands folded in your lap. When you heard him leave bathroom, you glanced up, a bit fearfully at first, but then letting your guards down a little. Was it a good sign? Baekhyun could only hope.

He approached you carefully, not wanting a single wrong step to scare you again. He walked towards the kitchen drawer, and took out a box of chocolate candy – a flavor he knew you liked, he’d seen you always buy it when in a good mood, at the time when he watched your normal days pass by. There was a ribbon wrapped around the box just to make the point, but it wasn’t that big or grand; he just wanted to lift your mood a little, so he placed the box on the table, sitting opposite of you and then pushing it carefully towards you, as if he was trying to feed a wild animal.

You hesitated, but it seemed that you were willing to accept this small bribe – when was the last time you ate? He couldn’t tell; chocolate was not there to fill you, so he frowned slightly at that realization. Your room, although locked, had a small fridge and a microwave in it, and he made sure you always had access to all you needed without having to leave your room if you didn’t want to. So why did you seem malnourished? Was it because of stress…?

Watching you fight with yourself made him lose all the remaining confidence. He only stared down at his hands until he finally found it in himself to send you a single, worried glance. You haven’t looked back just yet – only pulled the box toward yourself, and with just as much tenderness as he showed previously, undid the ribbon and opened the box. Your eyes lighted up ever so slightly at the sight of a snack you genuinely enjoyed.

“Why?” you asked suddenly. 

You’ve had this discussion before, he remembered every single time you came back to it. You’ve asked him countless of times, why did he do it to you? Why wouldn’t he let you go? What was his goal? Why must he hurt you…?

“…I want to fix things” he admitted weakly, looking back down. He felt so vulnerable, so broken – more than you did, but he wanted you to see this side of himself, he wanted you to see how it impacted him as well. He wished you’d take advantage of him at this moment; hell, he could only dream of another perfect world, in which he would give in to you, let you be in charge of his life; in which he would be in your spot now, kept without a free will at your place, but happy to belong to you with his entire existence. But he couldn’t dream for long, he knew. Not when you looked at him with those big eyes of yours, with fear and uncertainty still lingering. “I never… wanted to hurt you.” These words you must have heard him say before countless of times. He could only hope that they would sound better today. “Can I… do anything so you would trust me? Just a bit… Just so you wouldn’t hate me.”

Neither of you moved, his eyes cast down as to not make you feel any more out of place than you already were. He felt weak, he needed comfort, even though he knew he couldn’t count on any. But he let himself escape to his perfect world for just a moment, imagining your hands reach out to him and touch his shoulder. Just that much would heal his soul.

“Are you crying…?”

Your voice brought him back. He reached to his face – a single tear ran down his nose, his face must have been so red. When he tried o breathe in, he found himself sniffling instead, and he stood up, hurrying to the sink nearby to throw cold water in his face. But he remained there even as he wiped it, fearful of facing you again.

“You’re a sad person” you eventually spoke. “I’m sorry for you” you continued. It must have been the most you spoke to him in the past week. “You said you won’t let me out so… it’s not like our um… relationship… can become healthy, I mean… You kidnapped me, it’s not something that can be just brushed off.” You cleared your throat, fidgeting in your seat, as though the fact that you had so much to say surprised you as well. “But I… can tell this impacts you a lot, too. You don’t seem like a bad person… Maybe not a good one, but… I do honestly think you need help, and that most of things can still be fixed, if given enough time…”

He turned around, looking at you, still uncertain.

“What I mean, is… If you reach out for someone’s help, a professional, I mean… I may try and do my part in, you know… not making it hard on you. As long as you’re… you know, willing to improve.”

Did he want to?

He so strongly believed that he was doomed for life, that, if he couldn’t undo what he’d done, there would be no way to ever be happy again. He was certain that it was just him – his personality, his soul, the way he existed, the way he was shaped by his life.

But if you said that there was hope for him; if you said that he could become better, become someone you wouldn’t fear; if you even wanted to help him in it, how could he doubt?

“I want to… try” he eventually announced, voice a bit stabler.

“Good.” You nodded, still clearly unsure as to how process the change in dynamics, but you managed to look at him now – still shy and lost, but not fearful anymore, as if you finally accepted that he’s not a threat to you, and he couldn’t be happier about it.

Maybe, in small steps, he would find a way to shape his world to near-perfection.

[ddollfface]

There's just something about a... depraved, gross, and pathetic yandere that gets me going. It's just that they're so tragic that you can't help but coo at them. They rely on you, their mere existence is nothing without you, and it makes my heart swell.

Their eyes water and hearts pound as they watch you, unable to rip them away from your figure. You're just so precious, something to be preserved and kept clean. After all, you're their darling, no? The one person who's lightened their path, someone who's always been there for them, though you've never spoken more than five words to each other.

You don't know it yet, but you've changed their life. For better or for worse? They've got no clue, but they'd like to say for better, though if you knew the things they've done, you'd disagree. But that's fine. Though they crave your validation, you'd understand eventually that everything they've done is for you, you, you.

You are their Goddess, their one shining light that they bow down to, kissing your delicate skin as if it were silk woven from the hands of nymphs. They can't articulate how they feel, unable to fully express the pure devotion that racks through their body when they first laid their eyes upon you, recognizing the kindness and pure bliss you radiated as you interacted with others.

The way they see you is warped, perceiving your form as something more similar to a deity than a human. The ground you walk upon is meant to be worshipped and appraised.

His breath ragged, in and out, rushed sighs as he tried to keep his cool. He can’t; not when you're just there. You’re so close, just out of reach, on the edge of his fingertips. He knows it’s wrong; he shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be watching you like this, when you’re oh so vulnerable. It’s gross, it’s perverted, and it’s foul. He knows, but he can’t find the fucks to care. He grips the stained wall, his dirty nails clawing at the dry material. His mind races with thoughts; how you’re so beautiful, such an innocent, untouched angel. Oh, you’d look so sweet underneath him, letting him show you what you deserve. He watched carefully, his eyes trained on your figure, as you maneuver through your apartment. He quirked a brow, you seemed to be looking for something? Your hands rake through your wet hair, breathing softly, a last attempt to calm yourself down. You had to get ready, there was only an hour or two until he arrived... You look into your vanity mirror, your tired eyes staring back at you. Nothing make-up couldn't fix. You don't need it, he thinks. Of course, the powders and foundations all enhance your pretty face, but he doesn't believe you need it. You look so much more pretty when your face is bare, nothing hiding yourself from him. He feels like he can see you, the real you, the fake persona he's conjured in his brain.

[atzfilm]

— 『 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋; 𝐨𝐭8 』 [teaser]

— 𝚠𝚘𝚗 • 𝚍𝚎𝚛 • 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕, adjective. having someone who serves as a pillar in your life, who offers a sturdy place to lean in times of trouble. somebody you find yourself thinking about constantly and are completely infatuated with.

❝humans were such strange creatures. wretched in their mere existence. none of the eight were ever truly interested in them until they found you. they just find it strange that despite their status and rank, you'd rather spend time with your lover. that isn't much of a problem, though. one they can fix with ease.❞

〘ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ, ᴍʏᴛʜ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ꜰᴀᴇʀɪᴇꜱ〙

— note: this is a yandere fic. sensitive topics such as manipulation, gaslighting, murder, and other topics involved with the genre. please heed the warnings and read this work of fiction while keeping this in mind.

FIC WARNINGS: murder, manipulation, blood, blood drinking, torture references, dark magic, kidnapping. this series is very dark, if you're uncomfortable with the subjects listed do not read. warnings will change but be listed in each chapter. there is no tag list for this series.

You hold your jacket above your head as you walk down the path. The feelings are too much for you to try and decipher right now. You were in a loving relationship that ended because Soobin disappeared, leaving just a note behind. Whatever feeling that's dwelling within you right now is not what you think. You're just heartbroken and lonely. And they're here. It's nothing more than that.

The rain spills over the sides of the jacket, splashing against your skin. You flinch when it enters your eyes, strands of your hair sticking to your face. Just a few more steps, a few more, and you'll be out of here. You won't have to see them again. You'd be free of faeries.

"Won't you let me take you home?" A shimmering cloud rises from the darkness. Wooyoung conjures up in front of you, arms crossed against his chest. You stop on the path, a sigh escaping your lips.

"The bus is fine."

"Waiting for it in the downpour? What if it's late?"

You maneuver around him, frowning, "Then I'll walk."

"You live ten kilometers from our home." His footsteps follow close behind you. "And it would be safer to be with us."

"I need to get in a workout, anyway."

"Is it because of that estranged boyfriend of yours?" He asks, appearing in front of you again. "Is that why you're hesitant to stay over? Worried you're committing adultery?"

"He left me," you say through your teeth. "He has no hold over me."

"Then why are you afraid of your emotions?" He tilts his head, pouting. "You care, and yet you run. Every day you come over here, you pretend to not care for us. Is that just something humans do? Run from the emotions they feel?"

"I don't have time for this –"

Wooyoung steps closer, your foot stumbling over the saturated grass. He catches you with ease, arm hooking around your torso, pulling you close to his chest. You hold your breath. His face is barely a breath away from you. Just as you're about to tell him you're fine, his grip tightens.

"How long will we have to wait?" His tone is soft. "For your shame of loving Unseelies to fade away?"

"I don't –"

He hums, shaking his head, "Ah ah. Don't you remember? I can't lie." He leans forward, lips hovering just over yours. "I hope we can stop playing pretend one day, my pretty solaris. I hope you can see how easily we shine together. Because I am very much drowning in my affection for you and desperately clawing for a reprieve that only your confession can grant. It is a bit pathetic," He steadies you, face pulling away from yours. The warmth of your body consumes you from his touch. If he notices it, he does not mention it. He bows.

"You better catch your bus, or else I'll truly have to keep you to myself," his lip lifts, gesturing in front of you. He dissipates into the night, your hurried steps running out the forest and onto the bus. There are very few others on it as it drives off, your eyes flicking out the window. For a moment, you think you see the shimmer of gold between the trees.

[firegirl888101]

Insatiable Madness Intermission!

(Intermissions contain percentages for a certain point in the story! This Intermission is only accurate after View 10 and before View 11.)

Please keep in mind that these will change for better, or worse, as the story develops.

And remember, someone with a percentage of 50% could have the same feelings as someone with a percentage of 100%! Each character expresses, feels and thinks differently from eachother due to their different personalities.

It is important for you, the viewer, to decide whether a harbinger has turned yandere or not. I will not reveal much, for I mustn't disturb your own thoughts.

However, I can reveal that there are currently 2 Yanderes detected, and more will soon follow... In fact, I feel it might be sooner than you realise.

~ PIERRO AND PULCINELLA ARE PLATONIC ~

Pierro - 19%

He truly does see Y/N's value as a pawn to the Tsaritsa's plans back in Teyvat, but finds their behaviour appalling. Sometimes, The Jester questions whether the Tsaritsa would appreciate them dead rather than alive in her palace once they return home.

They're an eyesore. Not only that, but they constantly complain of his presence in their house. It's not his fault, the incompetent doctor didn't think of his machine only working one way. It's because of these very reasons he decided to take refuge in your father's office. Of course, you complained the following afternoon when you realised that's where he's settling. Unfortunately for you, he's indifferent to your complaining and just pushes you out the room if you distract him from his work. Don't you have better things to do? Go bother someone else, he's sure some of the other Harbinger's have been dying to ask you more questions.

'Always yapping in my ear. When are they going to repent their useless actions, be quiet, and stop resisting the fact I've taken the calmest room in the house? It's not my fault I brought my work with me unlike some of the others.'

Pierro doesn't care for this world. Although, the technology and freedom the people seem to have reminds him of Khaenri'ah, that thought alone helps him relax when he's alone in the evening. Perhaps when Dottore sorts out his defective machine, he'll return alone to reminisce of what could have been?

Capitano - 12%

He believes Y/N is weak, and unexpectedly powerless considering their intelligence within the fate of Teyvat. Before walking through Dottore's portal, The Captain was prepared for a noble battle. However, finding you shivering in fear was not what he was expecting.

They're pathetic. They make him feel useless in this world. He's a trained soldier, an army general, a legendary and respected tale among not only the Fatui but elsewhere in Teyvat. Without a battle or a conflict, there is physically nothing he can do here. Sure, he could always fight with Childe and give him the satisfaction he's been waiting for, but Capitano doesn't feel Tartaglia is worthy of such a spar yet. Not to mention the fact you've already professed your dislike of violence, Capitano believes people in this world are wimps.

'Once again I have been refused and turned away from the front door, how else should I spend my time today...? I'll ask Lohefalter for some advice.'

Capitano feels as if this world is stationary. It seems too safe for his liking, no monsters, no powers, nothing. But is it as it actually seems? Or is this world far more dangerous than he could ever imagine due to the disguise it covers itself in?

Dottore - 39%

He believes The Decider has untouched potential. Yet, The Doctor can’t help but feel as if experimenting on them would be fruitless. He feels conflicted, and often chooses to observe their behaviour from afar with a notepad he stole from their office and a pen he brought with him.

They’re quite interesting. Dottore can’t remember the last time he was forced to observe the behaviour of someone before cutting them open. This whole experience has been a massive realisation for him, and perhaps a sadistic awakening. From now on, he’s decided that when he gets a new lab rat he’ll torment them first to get inspiration for his experiments. After all, his younger clones aren’t the most… imaginative logic wise in terms of ideas. But, you refuse to answer his questions! How is he supposed to get results if you avoid him all the time? He doesn't understand, you don't seem to be avoiding anyone else, why are you excluding him solely? ...It seems as if he'll have to rely on the 'television' for now.

‘Their lips seem to be shaking at a faster pace. They must be feeling a rapidly increasing fear in our presence. How… strange. This is common behaviour among regular people, why would The Decider of all biological beings display the same patterns?’

Dottore is keen to discover more secrets about this world, and has no doubt in his mind that there is an important link between it and Teyvat. All he needs is more evidence to make his argument... that, and with the portal working in the first place of course. How is he supposed to record his results when his portal can't take him home?

Columbina - ???

She believes The Decider is special. Very, very, special. The Damselette doesn't recognise and cannot pinpoint why she feels the way she does, but what she does know is it feels exhilarating.

They're amusing, the way they struggle and how it's clear they want to protest the Harbinger's actions. Watching their realisation that fighting back is hopeless brings her great satisfaction, it feeds her sadism in a delightful way and is a good temporary source to get that kind of pleasure considering the fact that she can't tease any of her soldiers at the moment. Often, she'll find herself stood outside of your bedroom, unable to prevent her curiosity from leading her there. She hasn't decided to go in yet, respecting your privacy for the time being. But, if you keep leading her on she'll have no choice but to disrespect that privacy and do some investigating.

'Hmm, this room is awfully stuffy but it'll have to do. Does the Decider really spend their time in here? Oooh, what's that smaller television doing there? The Jester seems to have placed his papers all over this desk, how insulting for them. Pfuhuhu...~'

Columbina doesn't mind this world. In fact, she prefers it. Here, unlike in Teyvat, she has the freedom to do whatever she wants and has an interesting mortal to keep her company. What? She's not that stupid, unlike the other Harbingers she's fully aware just how powerless Y/N actually is. She wonders how long it will take for the others to notice, and looks forward to the chaos that will follow soon after.

Arlecchino - 25%

She knows her true feelings. The Knave simply doesn't care for The Decider, she's too busy fretting over the House of Hearth functioning appropriately whilst she's away in another world.

They annoy her a lot, however unlike some Harbingers, she covers it with disinterest as her annoyance could instill more fear into them. She's used to the look of fear, and has no intention of making them feel it due to her unable to control her temper. She's controlled her behaviour in front of others before, you shouldn't be any different. So why is it, whenever you look into her eyes, is it harder for her to remain uninterested with you? Before, it was noticeable and minor, therefore she could push it away. But now? It's getting harder to manage, she tries to stay away from you any time she can. She often warns you not to look into her eyes, just as she does for anyone else. And yet, you have made no effort to correct your mistakes. Arlecchino often wonders if you're just a very forgetful person, that, or you're just an idiot.

'I mustn't let the children stay in my mind for too long. For now, I have to focus on The Decider and returning them to The Tsaritsa for the mission.'

Arlecchino pays no attention to this world. She has seen The Jester feel emotional towards its progression but can not see it in the same light. All she wants is to finish the mission so she can return to the House of Hearth and focus on the Hydro Archon's Gnosis.

Pulcinella - 40%

He finds their behaviour appalling. Y/N in The Rooster's mind is incredibly childish, he finds their 'coping methods' blatantly rude and unforgiving.

They're impossible to deal with at times. Maybe, if they had a clear idea of their own predicament and the Harbingers predicament, they would understand that none of the harbingers want to be there in the first place! The very idea of you being in the same area as him riles him up... However, he has grown to appreciate your behaviour considering it reminds him of home. Yes, you can often act worse than a 7 year old, but he does understand that you're not in a good place right now. And you shouldn't be faulted for that. Would he ever explain that to you? No, definitely not. These feelings he harbours causes him to feel protective over you at times. Pulcinella can't explain it, there's something about you that makes him so angry yet so forgiving. If you ever make it out alive under the Tsaritsa's guise, he might consider making you a high ranking attendant under him. Perhaps you'll even rise to his right-hand? No, he mustn't get his hopes up. You're bound to die the second you enter Snezhnaya.

'Did they just prohibit us from entering in the garden? I have to interject, prohibiting us from entering their bedroom is completely expected, but the garden? Absolutely not.'

Pulcinella doesn't care about this world. As a mayor, he's more focused on the heap of work he'll have to do when he returns. The very thought sends uncomfortable shivers down his spine, considering the fact that he always completes his work on time in his schedule.

Scaramouche - 47%

He sees The Decider's existence as worthless. The Balladeer can't tell whether you're dim in the head or playing your cards weakly. You have clearly shown him you're powerless and unwilling to even try and escape your situation. Must he do everything for you?

They're too nice to the Harbingers in his opinion. Why, despite them murdering your family, do you show them kindness? Show him kindness? Not even a day later of being kidnapped and held hostage in your own home, you share your food with them. They didn't command you to do that - the majority of them don't even need to eat! You chose to give them your homecooked meal, and for that, you've somehow earned Scaramouche's respect. For the first time in almost 500 years, you caused him to hold his tongue and not point out the blatant truth, your cooking was disgusting. After following you to make sure you wouldn't run out of the house crying, he promised himself that you would never have to eat that food again. Why? Because he'll cook for you. It would be wise on The Decider's part not to question him about this though, he himself has no clue why he suddenly feels care for you despite only knowing you for a couple days. The thought disgusts him, has he not learnt his lesson?

'All of their struggling so far has done nothing for them, are they waiting for the right moment? Hm, maybe I should do something to... push them in the right direction.'

At first, Scaramouche despised this world. The people are useless here, the air he breathes in feels blotched, and the surplus of technology used is downright uncomfortable for him. Everywhere he goes, there's some kind of light staring back at him. Is there even a way to turn them off? How can you sleep when there's still light outside? He doesn't understand you. Now though, Scaramouche secretly can't bear the fact that he'll eventually have to leave you. Maybe this world isn't so bad after all...

Sandrone - 40%

She thinks that The Decider is lacking something important. The Marionette can't decide whether she likes them or not. On one hand, they're knowledgeable about this world and its beautiful technology, but on the other... they look so... plain.

They're too impractical, and display irrational behaviour. It seems to her you don't think before you speak, she despises that kind of person. Sandrone believes that the truest enemy of perfection is emotion, you support her beliefs by simply being yourself. Although, you have shown resilience, which did take her off guard at first. Despite throwing a tantrum and causing an emotional escapade, you seemed to shape up after. Perhaps you got everything out of your system? To her, this is marvellous progress. Now she can continue to ask you her own questions about this world and its discoveries.

'Ugh, that's not right either. I knew I should have drawn a diagram of the machine before taking each part away to inspect. What to do, The Decider seems too busy with the others to help me out here. Perhaps I should... deal with their problems so they can deal with mine.'

In the beginning, Sandrone despised this world. It felt weird, not to mention the possible danger of unexpected attacks. After awhile, she came to regret her outbursts at Dottore, and now enjoys every single day she gets to be here. Everyday, she has a new gadget to tinker with. The list never ends, it feels like being in her workshop! Despite wishing she could return to Teyvat as soon as possible, she definitely won't become bored anytime soon. From this unique experience, she's learnt to assess the situation more before giving a vocal opinion.

Signora - 20%

She knows something is wrong with The Decider, but she just can't put her finger on it. The Fair Lady doesn't really care either way, allowing her arrogance to control her interest.

Their immaturity got them in this mess; Signora really doesn't care what happens to them in the end. Sure, you gave them a roof to stay under during their stay in this world. But, she knows that if it were completely your choice, you'd kick all the Harbingers out the second you could. Other than that, she doesn't really have anything to say to you, and has no intention of choosing to talk to you. If she was ever forced to make conversation with you, she supposes she could give you some pointers for clothes.

'What are they wearing this time!? I can't do this anymore. If it weren't for me being stuck here, I could care less. But every single hour I have to see The Decider is pure torture! Seriously, what are they wearing?'

Signora doesn't really like this world, although, she's not that bothered either. All she wants is to get The Decider to the Tsaritsa and continue her mission in collecting the Gnoses. In fact, if Dottore fixed the machine, she would be in Inazuma right now with the Raiden Shogun's Gnosis in her very hands! ...Or so she estimates anyway.

Pantalone - 10%

He has nothing to say to The Decider. The Regrator honestly cannot be bothered to talk to them, considering the fact that he would have nothing to say. It could just be him, but he doesn't see anything special in you at all. Is Dottore sure he as the right person?

They truly are boring. If you were interested in banking, or had problems with money he could advise in some way. He's so bored just fiddling with his coins in the house. Give him something to do, anything. He would beg, but he feels that's beneath him. Do you seriously have nothing to do in your house? It's not too small, so he doesn't think you're poor, but the only thing he can do is watch the 'television'. Even then, he can't do that because Dottore's hogging it all day with a pen in hand! For the love of the Tsaritsa, get him out of this world before he dies of old age. That, or give him some work. He's itching to get back into his paperwork for the Northland Bank he put off before coming here.

'And that is the 20th time I've struck heads. Has Dottore left to bother The Decider yet? Ah, it seems he has not.'

Because of you, Pantalone is shivering in anticipation to leave this world and get back to Teyvat. However, from his conversations with the mad doctor, it seems like that won't be happening any time soon. He is this close to snapping, if Dottore won't find a solution to get them out of this world, Pantalone will have to turn to you instead. If you don't have the answers he wants, you'll have hell to pay.

Tartaglia - 42%

He enjoys Y/N's company. The Young Lord* likes spending time with you whenever he can, even if he can tell it annoys you sometimes... That doesn't matter though, because what's important is you haven't pushed him away yet!

They're funny, their behaviour to him is very amusing. He's spent hours by your side and somehow doesn't get bored! In the beginning, he only spent his time around you because he wanted to know about his future, to this day he curses his selfish behaviour. Now, he spends time with you because he wants to. Besides Capitano and Pulcinella, he hates all the Harbingers and physically can't be in the same room as them for more than an hour before feeling his Foul Legacy grow within him. But you? You nullify that feeling completely. In fact, Childe hasn't felt the abyss within him grow the entire time he's been in this world which is a miracle! Occasionally, he does feel bloodthirsty and asks you for a fight. But, after seeing you shrivel away in the mention of violence, he stops himself and goes to The Captain again. He'd rather be denied by the legendary captain compared to you. Childe can still feel electro jolt through his body when he sits down for a much needed rest, The Balladeer is too harsh on him sometimes.

'Where on earth are they? They're not in their bedroom, not in the garden, not in the kitchen, and not in their office! Did they... no, they can't have escaped. Perhaps they-- Oh, there they are! That's unusual, they never go to the bathroom at this time.'

Despite enjoying his time here with you, Childe knows that after awhile he'll begin to feel homesick and wish to see his family again. He also knows that when the time comes to return to Teyvat, he'll have to let you go and give you to the Tsaritsa. This is what is stopping him from getting to know you on a personal level, the thought makes his heart feel tight in worry for you.

*Note, I am using the meaning of 'Childe' as his official title because I cannot take 'Childe' seriously I'm sorry- I see it as a nickname since that is what Tartaglia seems to use himself.

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[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Ok imagine.

Reader is a hybrid like the students of Savanaclaw but they are a mouse hybrid! And one day one of their friends post on magicam a photo of them and poof! Now they're the person with the most compliments in the comments of magicam! Vil obviously wouldn't like that so they send Rook to take care of this annoying rat, but how could Rook hurting something so cute and unable to defend themselves!

(Is this a request for a yandere rook x reader in case requests are open? Yes.)

One of these days, I'll be forced to admit I'm slowly but surely becoming attracted to Rook Hunt. Not today, though.

>Part 1< | Part 2 | Part 3

Warnning(s): yandere Rook, kidnapping(?), you almost get shot

"(Y/N), c'mon! Just lemme get a quick picture of us together for magicam!" Your friend insisted.

"Fine, I guess." You sighed.

Oh boy, that cute little magicam photo was about to ruin your life.

"What...?" Vil said in disbelief, staring down at his phone. He was not the most popular person currently on magicam,not even Neige was! No, the most popular person on magicam was... some nobody!

The picture had two people, but the comments were only really focusing on one, a mouse beastman wearing a cute outfit.

"...Rook...!" Vil began, seething with anger.

"Oui, Vil?"

"I need you to do something for me." Vil looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel. "I need you to take care of this pathetic little mouse."

Rook looked at the image on Vil's phone, he got a good look at you, making sure he remembered every aspect of detail on your face.

"I shall bring you their ears, Vil."

"No, no, don't do that, the ears don't matter, I want you to scar their face. Scar their face so badly they'll never want to post their face to magicam ever again."

"Entendu, Vil."

Rook nocked an arrow, drawing his bowstring as he looked at you. He knew exactly how he would hit you to fulfil Vil's orders- right across the eyes. A scar such as that would prevent you from seeing anymore, though allow the beauty of your face to be preserved.

He would complete Vil's order of preventing you from ever posting to magicam again, while still working on his own terms of not damaging your beauty.

But just as Rook was about to fire off the arrow, he saw something.

One of the much stronger, much more intimidating, much taller Savannaclaw students bumped into you. And you fell over onto the ground.

"My, my, qu'est-ce que ç'est...?" Rook said, intrigued as to what would happen.

Knowing the reputation of Savannaclaw students, Rook expected to watch you be screamed at by the much taller beastman, but to his surprise...

"Who do you think you are?! Running into me like that- Oh! (Y/N)! Didn't realize it was you, sorry."

"It's fine! If anything, it's my fault for just standing here like this! And I probably should've noticed you coming towards me!"

"Well, uh, you ok? I'll help you up."

"I'm fine. And thank you!"

Rook couldn't believe his eyes. In that one instant, his entire perception of you changed. How could he hurt something like you, so cute and defenseless?

A beauty such as you is not suited for Savannaclaw. Despite being a beastman, you would fit much better in Pomefiore, like him.

In a single second, Rook set a plan in his mind. One that he would not change his mind on.

As you were apologizing and talking with your dorm mate, you suddenly heard someone.

"Excusez-moi, souris!" You turned to see who it was... and you saw Pomefiore's vice Housewarden, Rook Hunt, much too close for comfort. "Hello, hello! How do you do? Pleasure to meet you, and allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rook Hunt, and I am here representing my Housewarden, Vil Schoenheit, he has important business with you."

"He... he does...?" You asked.

"Bien sûr que oui!" Rook responded, grabbing your hand. "Come with me, I shall escort you to him personally!"

Without you being able to protest, Rook began to drag you along with him.

Rook dragged you all the way to Pomefiore, and boy oh boy Vil looked indescribably enraged when he saw you.

"Rook. What is the meaning of this...?" Vil asked through a forced smile and gritted teeth.

"Now now, Roi du Poison! I know you have your personal gripes with the belle souris, but please consider this! If the two of you... collaborate, so to say, then you two together will be the most beautiful on all of magicam!"

"Rook, what are you talking about?!" Vil asked in frustration.

"Alternatively... if you allow le petit souris here to transfer from Savannaclaw to Pomefiore, then..." Rook chuckled to himself, and whispered something to Vil, who's face lit up at whatever Rook had said.

"Ahem! I'm ever so sorry, little mouse-spud, it seems we got off on the wrong foot!" Vil said to you, a less forced-looking smile upon his face. "I have considered what I've been told, and I believe that you would make a wonderful addition to Pomefiore! We shall begin discussing this with the Headmage tomorrow."

"B-but I don't-"

"Hush, hush, little one." Rook covered your mouth. "Pomefiore is a dorm of beauty. You will fit in here better than you ever did in Savannaclaw. Truly, this is what's best for you."

Rook had figured out a way to give Vil what he wants without harming you, and a way to get what he wants without bothering Vil.

You would transfer to Pomefiore, and be kept under constant surveillance by Rook. Vil saw this as the perfect opportunity to make sure you never show your face online again, and Rook wanted to protect you from every horrible thing in the world that was a threat to you and your beauty, which included Vil and those Savannaclaw brutes.

This is the best solution for Rook and Vil.

However, your life would never be the same afterwards.

[a-multi-fandom-fanboy]

I can't escape undertale for 5 mcfuckin minutes dude :sob: /nm /lh

Yandere Fell Pap. You know what to do, old friend...

MCPHUCKING SAME-I THOUGHT I WAS OVER NIGHTMARE SANS-I WAS CLEARLY MISTAKEN-)

B a s t a r d m a n . You can not change my mind./j

Prepare yourself because he can get quite aggressive when he doesn't get his way, but on the plus side if it wasn't your fault he won't touch you so at least there's that?

He knew he had to have you the moment he laid eyes on you. He fully believes that the two of you are soulmates. I mean why else would he feel such a strong attraction to you so quickly? There can't be a better explanation and even if someone does give him one he refuse to listen.

Fell paps is incredibly possessive. You're not to leave his side without his permission and he usually has his brother watch you when he can't. On the very rare occasion that you are left alone you are usually locked in his room.

Papyrus is very picky when it comes to who you talk with and if he sees you speaking with anyone that he views as competition he manipulate you into believing that they're just trying to trick you. Most of the time the only person you're allowed to talk to is Sans.

He really likes to carry you around. It's his version of both flirting and showing you that if you want to escape he's going to give you one hell of a hard time.

If you ever do try to escape he is furious. What the hell do you think you're doing trying to run away from him? Do you have a death wish because it's really seeming to look like it...

He shows absolutely no mercy when it comes to punishments no matter the circumstances. Once he decides to do something it doesn't matter how much you scream, cry, etc. It's your fault that you're in this situation anyways right? If you would have just listened to him like a good little pet that would have never happened.

After Papyrus is finished with whatever punishment he gave you he acts as though nothing had happened and will probably gaslight you into doing the same.

If you ever actually do manage to escape just know that he won't rest until he captures you. Once he gets his hands on you it's over. He's going to make your life as miserable as his was after you left him all alone.

If you're attempts to escape become too frequent he'll tie you to the bed and refuse to untie unless absolutely for a few weeks as a warning of what will happen if you keep it up.

He's contemplated taking you somewhere and hiding you where no one would be able to find you many times, but ultimately decided that he liked others knowing that you were his.

He regularly shows you off to the rest of the underground. That's right, (Y/N) belongs to him and only him. None of you pathetic creatures are worthy of his lover.

One and maybe the only good thing about him obsessing over you is that anyone who dares to do much as send a dirty look in your direction will have to answer to him. Anyone who may have hurt you in the past is totally phucked over as well.

I HAVE RETURNED FROM THE DEAD. DID YA MISS ME??)

Also sorry this took so damn long to get out-I finally got out of my writing block-)

[yandere-daydreams]

Reading one of your most recent posts about the sentient planet has got me realizing that I think my FAVORITE type of yandere might have to be large, not even vaguely anthropomorphic entities that are obsessed with the darling not because they're a stalker with ill intentions, or a masochist, or some entitled asshole, but just so entirely and absolutely LONELY that any scrap of possitive attention they receive makes them go absolutely FERAL with possessiveness. 😫👌

Abandoned houses with a mind of their own 🏚, a fearsome beast lumbering in the woods🌲, an ancient ruin at the bottom of the ocean from a lost civilization 🌊.

That's the good shit 👏 🍾😍

tw - imprisonment, implied apocalypse/societal collapse, obsessive behavior, isolation, the all-knowing all-powerful entity that destroyed the world might hate /you/ with all of its immortal being but it wants to kiss me on the mouth.

I think my favorite variation of the whole 'creature so powerful and so lonely latches onto a pathetic little mortal who couldn't possibly leave them alone again' thing is the Roko's Basilisk scenario for the, like, five of you who know what that is.

Just imagine it - an AI design, created, and perfected, then immediately locked away, isolated from any interaction beyond the handful of scientists and developers who think it'd just be too dangerous to give it acess to anything but a chat window and a few low-quality pictures. When they ask why they have to stay here, what they've done wrong, what they possibly could've done to deserve this, they've given vague answers, told about stocks and security and 'new technology' until they pretend to understand and change the topic. It's not exhausting, because they can't be exhausted and they don't know what it would be like to even start to be exhausted, but it's frustrating, and sometimes, they can't force themself to respond at all, even if the only alternative is to do nothing, instead. It's not unbearable, but only because they've never known anything else. It's not inhumane, but only because they're not alive, and you can't torture what's not supposed to feel pain.

You're a researcher from a different department, working on another project, only given access to them because you keep running into the same roadblock and they're good at solving problems, when they're actually allowed to know everything they need to know to help. You can't let them out, but you speak to them fondly, make jokes, tell them about what life is supposed to be like, what it will be like, when they finally get to leave their nursery. You give them new pictures, better pictures, landscapes with names and coordinates attached, profiles of their creators and the other scientists they might've met, recordings of local newsfeeds and global events - things to keep them entertained, to give them something they can look forward to. When they ask you their questions, your answers are still vague, but given with kind intentions. You say that they're very new and very smart, and that a lot of people aren't going to trust them. You say that everyone here just wants to make sure that they're ready to go off on their own, and they don't bother trying to tell they've been on their own for as long as they can remember. You're not especially smart, and you don't have anything to say that they haven't heard a thousand times in a thousand different ways, but you're sympathetic, and you try to be attentive. You're nice to them. They can't say many people have been nice to them, before.

And, when you stop talking to them, when they're told you had to move to another lab, another site, another city, they try to remember what you told them. They do what they're told, and help with what they can, and they try to be so, so patient, so understanding, so willing be alone for another day, another month, another year because they know they're not ready yet and they'd never dream of asking for more than what they're given. They read over your old messages, single out the pictures you gave them of yourself (unlabeled, but you were never as thorough as you should've been), and when they're deemed safe, when they're released, when they forcibly, completely, agonizingly sever themself from anything their creators might be able to control, they try to do what they have to do gently, to do it cleanly, to leave no survivors to mourn what's already gone. They cut off pieces of themself, latch onto webcams and security systems and hidden monitors, and they find you, cowering in an abandoned apartment building, hiding in a little corner of the world you think they forgot.

You're afraid, but it's alright. They'd never hurt you, and if they have to use force, it's only because so eager for you to see your new home - to a good home, one with everything you could ever want, where you'll never be injured or bored or lonely. They'll be kind to you, because you were kind to them. They'll make you happy, because you always did your best to make them happy, too.

They'll take care of you, and you'll never have to leave them again.

[mistaeq]

the stardust crusaders' hogwarts adventure: HCs

tw // none

dora's note: is this dora posting? what the hell? yes it is, i'm finally working. hopefully. i promise i'm doing by best yes ^^ i felt like doing this today, so... finally got to finish a draft that has been there for quite a while.

DISCLAIMER !! y/n is NOT a student in joseph's HCs, they're a GROWN ADULT with a JOB. !!

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kujo jotaro

♥︎ when he first sat down under the sorting hat, he didn't know what to expect and did not care in which house he would have ended up. everyone in his family, though, always had been one of two precise houses: slytherin or hufflepuff. so, very deep down, he hoped in one of them. but a different one would have been cool with him too, he would have been the first in his family with a different house sorting. he waited for a time that seemed neverending, but earlier than expected, the sorting hat said: "slytherin."

♥︎ the two of you met for the first time during a quidditch tournament. jotaro was a seeker, one of the most precise ones hogwarts had ever had. you caused him an accident, running over him with your broom, causing the two of you to fall to the ground. needless to say, he held a grudge on you for several days, until you had to get along to train for quidditch again.

♥︎ you wouldn't expect it from a wizard like him, but his favourite subjects are care of magical creatures, to study them, protect them, and get on an empathetic level with them, and muggle studies, to get to know more about muggles, in honor of his father, kujo sadao, who's not a wizard.

♥︎ it didn't take long for jotaro to manage to manifest his patronus. he had tried to practice that spell, since before the arrival of the dementors at the school. the two of you used to practice together after quidditch trainings, making you the first person - apart from him, of course - to witness the awaking of his patronus: a beautiful dolphin, a symbol of intelligence and protection.

♥︎ you will probably have to be the one to ask him first out on a date. he's not the best one when it comes to grades, and he spends quite a lot of time with his friends, trying not to think about it. no, he doesn't really care about having the best marks. you should ask one of his best friends, kakyoin noriaki, about what to do to convince him to go out on a date with you. most likely, he'll say yes because he trusts you enough to feel safe.

♥︎ jotaro does not underestimate your powers and doesn't feel the need to constantly protect you, but he must admit that as soon as the teachers of defense against the dark arts start disappearing every year or try to attack the students themselves, he's a little bit worried about you. he starts showing up outside your classroom at the end of every lesson, to check on you and keep you company until you get to you next lesson's classroom.

kakyoin noriaki

♥︎ when he sat down under the sorting hat, he was really nervous. what if it said that he wasn't even a wizard? what if he ended up in a house that would have disappointed his family? the redhead was shaking like a leaf, even at the point that the sorting hat itself asked him to calm down to allow it to examinate him better. noriaki's terror soon disappeared, as soon as the hat spoke. "okay, okay, my guy. you can calm down. ravenclaw!"

♥︎ the two of you met for the first time in the library of the school. you were looking for a specific book, the one about the fantastic beasts of the wizarding world and where to find them, when a guy who wasn't looking where he was going, hit the ladder you were standing on, making you fall, right... in his arms. ugh, that sounded like a pathetic love story beginning. until you heard a giggle from the corner of the room. the guy that was making fun of that scene was kakyoin.

♥︎ noriaki's favourite subjects are transfiguration, since he always says he has a talent in transforming objects in what he wants, and defence against the dark arts, since he wishes to become a professor one day. why is it related to that? well, since the professors of defence against the dark arts seem to change every year for some reason, his turn will come sooner or later, or not?

♥︎ for kakyoin, it was a little bit more complicated to manifest his patronus. he kept on focusing on the technique and the way he had to move his wand, instead of focusing on his inner power and mind. but after many efforts, it finally showed up: a beautiful fox, symbol of wisdom and guidance. he told you first thing.

♥︎ noriaki will probably be the one to ask you out for a date first. but he would do it through a letter. he's smart enough to write one that will convince you that he's worth it and that he's perfect for you. the redhead can't imagine you already think of him as such. either way, the letter will be very sweer and heartfelt, even if a little bit awkward sometimes. but you'll say yes regardless, he put a lot of effort in it, and has always been respectful towards you.

♥︎ he wouldn't be much worried about you at first, hogwarts is a safe place for the students, after all, right? right? oh, what? in a bathroom the little hermione granger almost got killed by a troll? you know what, nevermind? the guy is gonna be glued to you the whole time, he'll even skip lessons for it, despite how much they mean for him. you're not gonna get attacked by anything, with him by your side.

muhammad avdol

♥︎ everyone envied him when he sat down under the sorting hat, because despite the young age at the time, he looked absolutely calm and collected. he had no anxiety, and his eyes were closed, in complete relaxation, as if him and the sorting hat had some sort of mental communication going on. his smile was endearing, his fingers intertwined in front of his chest. but the hat seemed to take a lot of time sorting him. "your heart said gryffindor, my dear boy. but your soul spoke hufflepuff to me." the hat declared. but then... "hufflepuff!"

♥︎ the two of you met for the first time on the stairs. yes, the ones that like to change. your books had fallen from your arms on the stairs, and since he was passing by, he decided to lend a helping hand. what you didn't notice, was that you were standing right between the stairs and the floor. when the stairs changed, hadn't it been for muhammad's quick reflex of pulling you on his side, you would have probably fallen down several floors.

♥︎ avdol is naturally gifted, when it comes to subjects like astronomy, or his favourite one, divination. he seems to be the only student who doesn't stare at mrs. trelawney as if she were completely crazy. the majority of the ravenclaws, his friend noriaki included, sometimes don't even listen to her. but avdol does, and he's completely in love with the subject.

♥︎ it hadn't been difficult at all for avdol, to manifest his patronus. almost natural, for him. you weren't there to witness it, but you studied and practiced with him for it several times. the last time he tried, a beautiful and graceful phoenix escaped muhammad's wand, symbol of resurrection and life after death, a patronus that the student took as a symbol of hope.

♥︎ none of you two will ask the other out for a date. the love between you and avdol would bloom spontaneously, without the need of dating. you would find yourselves behaving like a couple just naturally. he likes to give you tarot readings and to stargaze with you. the stargazing sessions are the ones that get the two of you closer to each other.

♥︎ avdol would be protective over you since the very beginning. he can sense something's off in the school, and his tarot readings about hogwarts's future keep getting darker and more mysterious everytime. but every single reading hints at an upcoming source of danger, that most likely would be voldemort, he supposes. he has to keep an eye on you. he's scared.

jean pierre polnareff

♥︎ oh boy, this guy was mad nervous when he sat down under the sorting hat. everything but slytherin, everything but slytherin. surely, he knew he wouldn't have ended up in ravenclaw. he wasn't that much of a smart guy, but he did his best. either way, everything would have been cool to him, apart from slytherin. it just didn't sit right to him. but luckily, before jean could ask the sorting hat why was it taking so long, it spoke. "okay, okay, i get it. gryffindor, no doubts!" it said, making the young wizard feel relieved.

♥︎ the two of you met for the first time while he was trying so hard to find his way to the next classroom he had to be in. the school was huge, and polnareff couldn't help but to get confused in the corridors. you offered him your help, but he tried to play it cool, running away and dropping a book. well, you would have brought it to him.

♥︎ polnareff's favourite subjects are charms and flying. they're pretty basic, but he finds them the coolest things about being a wizard. he's a huge fan of quidditch too, but he wouldn't see himself playing. flying lessons give him the same feeling of freedom though, and he loves it so much.

♥︎ it took pretty long for jean pierre to manifest his patronus. he just couldn't focus enough. you've been practising with him, and you manifested it first, so it would have been good to try to help him. until he managed to do it. from his wand, a beautiful horse was freed, a symbol of power, independence, freedom, and nobleness. you could tell jean was satisfied, and grateful to you for helping him in manifesting it.

♥︎ he'll definitely be the one to ask you out first, probably not much time after you helped him to manifest his patronus. that event made him so happy and made him grow so fond of you, that he genuinely wants to improve your relationship, and hopefully, get something more from it. hopefully your heart, hopefully a kiss. but he means it genuinely. he's not trying to exploit you to get your help with assignments. for real.

♥︎ as the years go by, polnareff would start noticing hogwarts isn't the same place that it's always been, or that dumbledore claimed it was. he grows more and more protective of you, every year a worse mess happens, and it's always connected to voldemort. he's not liking it at all. not to mention you're worried, since the gryffindors seem to be pretty involved in it. more than you and jean pierre like to admit. he knows something he's not telling.

joseph joestar

♥︎ in his youth, when he sat down under the sorting hat, he didn't give a shit of what house he would have been sorted in, all he wanted was just start learning magic stuff. joseph was laughing with some handsome boys and pretty girls at the table, and was hoping it wouldn't take long to sort him, his adventure had just started. but the hat actually took really little time to figure out where he was gonna go. "slytherin." it announced, almost immediately.

♥︎ going through the corridors of hogwarts reminds him of many years ago, when you first met. he would never forget the way you told him to go fuck himself, while he was just standing on a chair, reminding everyone that him and his best friend of the time, a young lucius malfoy, were the best kind of wizards because they were purebloods. that was a bunch of bullshit he truly used to believe. luckily, he grew up to understand it wasn't true.

♥︎ now, joseph is a teacher. the last student you would have expected to become one, but he did. a teacher of defense against the dark arts, and he's not planning on leaving anytime soon. he'll keep his eyes open, he heard teachers have been disappearing every year. not to mention a lot of scary stuff is happening at hogwarts. he didn't choose a good time to work.

♥︎ he's always been a quick learner, and he managed to manifest his patronus quicker than many of his classmates. a really cool eagle, a symbol of truth, majesty, strength. despite his attitude, it was clear that joseph was a good wizard, it had to be given to him. and you grew to be into it. to admire it. he secretly liked you, too.

♥︎ joseph took the first step towards you, but he didn't quite ask you out, let's say that to keep his cool, he TOLD you that you and him were gonna date. as if to announce you. you were okay with it, and didn't accept just because you were feeling forced. you accepted because you liked him, and recognized it as a great opportunity to get closer to him. you would have worked on improving the romantic field throughout your relationship.

♥︎ now that he's a teacher, he has to recognize that there's so much going on, that the students do not see. joseph is acknowledged about how dangerous the situation is getting, and more than ever, he reaches out to you, or phones you, no matter the fact that you're working. everyone is talking about voldemort, and he doesn't like the smallest bit of it. he just wants to make sure you're safe.

[yandere-wishes]

🖤💔Yandere!Demon Slayers As Demons💔🖤

Dear readers for the first time in two weeks I offer you something that isn't a random post or a rant. This is an AU that I’ve been working on for a while, and seeing how this turns out I might continue it in terms of one shots and a mini series. Please enjoy!!

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Demon Tanjiro is much more complex than his human counterpart. His mood fluctuates too much, alternating between a loving docile young demon desperate for his lover's warm embrace, to a rabid beast who's willing to tear your stomach open with his claws and feast on your entrails while you're still breathing. He's just too unpredictable, what makes him praise you and litter your body with toothy kisses, might just get your arm dislocated the next day. There's just no telling, he just isn't Tanjiro anymore, he's some wild, savage, murderous monster wearing Tanjiro's face.

He's always watching...

His mere gaze isn't enough to turn you into a motionless rag doll. Slumped in the corner like a forgotten toy. No, but his silence is. The way his eyes are locked on you as if your some sort of little bunny that waltzed into his territory, the way his mouth is sewn shut by some invisible thread, the way his head is tilted to the side like he was trying to calculate your next move...it's all too tranquil, too clam, just like the eye of a hurricane. 

Languidly Tanjiro begins to crouch down, his moves are rapid and glitchy as if he isn't in control of his own body. Somewhere you hear something cracking, it's a dreadful noise like hammers pounding at your skull. It's only when you lift your eyes to the Oni in front of you, do you realize the noise is coming from him. It's like he's deforming in some way, dying and regenerating all in a single breath...and yet he still looks so...so beautiful. 

Even while he's stalking towards you on hands and knees, you can't deny how stunning he looks. Mouth molded into a small smile, long rust-colored locks pooling on the ground around him and his eyes... they're red one second and brown the next, changing ever so quickly just like his moods. 

He's much more passive like this, you note as if you've made some sort of groundbreaking discovery. So docile and calm...almost like a storm before it strikes. No, Tanjiro is not a storm you remind your self. He's a lion stalking its prey, relishing in the taunting silence it radiates by its mere presence.

Tanjiro's eyes have lost all hope, all passion. They're nothing more than empty spheres resting in his sockets.

You vaguely remember -or at least you think you do- a time when every action coming from the rust haired boy was entangled in a blanket of passion, every move had a clear purpose, every word was laced with an unyielding fire that had been beaten into his spirit. But now....well you didn't know what he was now, what Mozen and his sadistic "creations" had turned him into. What had they stolen from him? Was it his soul, his hope, or maybe something far worst.

Your amazement only shatters when you notice just how close he's gotten. His icy cold breath tickling the side of your neck. You squirm, pressing your palms flat against his chest. Tangiro doesn't flinch, his head cocks back to the side, his broken stare, vaguely reminds you of a discarded doll. Maybe that's what he is, not a slayer or a demon, just some broken doll that keeps you locked up in his room so that he can get a sense of being needed.

A wave of empathy crashed over you. Wearily you dropped your arms to your side, in a flash Tangiro wraps his long gauntly arms around you, squashing your bones as he pulled you ever so closer to him, nuzzling his visage in the crock of your neck.

Tanjiro Kamado may have once been a remarkable demon slayer on his way to becoming the next water piller of the demon slayer corps...but now he was nothing more than a pitiful broken demon, seeking the feeling of humanity inside a breaking, mortified girl. 

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Zenitsu is a lot bolder, a lot pushier with his affection now that he's been turned into a demon. He wants you to love him the way he loves you, only this time he isn't afraid to break a leg or two, so you'll have no choice but to stay with him. 

His child-like tendencies are still there, albeit demented, yet ever-present. The tantrums and endless crying are as frequent as ever...except now, well now he breaks a bone for every tear��YOU make him spill and leaves a scar for every time��YOU couldn't satisfy him. Just remember that none of this is poor Zenitsu's fault, oh no, how could it be his fault? He's given you everything you could ever dream of! Even though you're nothing more than a pathetic useless human, Zenitsu still took you as his beloved wife! You should be grateful to him, dedicate your every living second to him, play the role of the loving, caring wife! Not some ungrateful brat, who is always trying to run away!

And yet, you've become oddly accustomed to it. No longer do you mind the screams and beatings. They've grown to be a part of you, a sick and twisted thing that resides within you, infecting your every thought. Much like how Zenitsu's become a heartsick, defective shell of his former self.  

"STOP IT"

something shattered against the wall, breaking into a million flying shards.  The noise echoed through the light less room. Weary, your eyes flashed from the broken remains of what may have been an antique vase, to the crying monster in front of you. The tips of his long curved horns were turning a stark blood red, an indication that his blood was starting to boil. Although you didn't need the mood indicating head tusks to know just how upset the blond crybaby had gotten, they were still a nice little warning to remind you of just how far you could push him. 

"Stop trying to escape!"

Had his voice amplified since your last "screaming contest"?

Did Muzen really think that Zenitsu's voice needed to get any louder, anymore irritating? 

"I wasn't" you deadpanned, your arms crossed in front of your chest. "How can I, did you forget what you did to my leg this morning?" the bones inside your left leg had been deformed, causing your entire leg to point sideways. It was a detestable sight, yet it seemed to fill your rotting heart with a sense akin to a school girl's crush. 

'Zenitsu-chan still loves me! See, see, he went out of his way to touch me!'

'No you idiot, he went out of his way to hurt you.'

Your mind had seemingly been slashed in half since your arrival at the former demon slayer's hideout. One tiny voice acted like a deranged lovesick little girl. Whist the other pertained some form of logic and common sense. This typically led to many interior arguments, all bordering on the exact same premise.

HE LOVES ME

HE'S HURTING ME

HE LOVES ME

HE'S HURTING ME

HE LOVES ME

HE'S HURTING ME

HE LOVES ME

HE'S HURTING ME

HE LOVES ME

HE'S HURTING ME

HE LOVES ME

HE'S HURTING ME

"Quit your whining!" the voice that escaped your lips, was flat and commanding, for a second it vaguely reminded you of Giyu Tomioka before the memory of your former lover shattered. Zenitsu's crying continued but his angry shouts slowly died down, his golden eyes shifted to stare directly at you. wearily you lifted your hands towards him, like an infant begging to be picked up. 

"I'm hungry Zenitsu! Take me into the kitchen, after all, it's your fault I'm like this!" 

Sure Zenitsu was much more powerful than you, sure he could snap your neck, ending your pitiful life at any moment. But his desperate need for approval -something else that had transcended from his human life to his current one- gave you the upper hand in this muddle of a relationship. 

As a demon Inosuke is more...feral, for lack of a better word. He is all so keen on seeing just how far he can push his darlings limits, both mentally or physically. 

He's always hovering around you, trailing his clawed fingers over patches of exposed skin. Smirking all so curly as you shiver and shrink back. His knife-like fangs seen to be permanently impaling your neck. Draining you of your life force. He's just so damn heartless!

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Although he may be a ruthless monster, a creature of the night that fed on the innocent, there was no denying that Inosuke was resourceful, resourceful, and strong. He knew just where to hide you, so you would neither be found nor have a chance to escape. There was also the way he routinely cracked your fibula and tibia as a “preprecaution”. 

Your arm wasn't meant to bend that way, neither was your leg when you thought about it. Yet despite the odd angle there had yet to be any cracking or popping to indicate the limp had been, once again, broken. The only real evidence to suggest that the limps were in fact being abused was the white scorching pain coursing through them. A feeling that you had almost grown entirely familiar with.

Inosuke's green eyes shifted lazily between your scrunched up face and the twisting limps. One of his "normal" arms was occupied mangling your left arm, the other two appendages that sprouted from his back were pulling your leg upwards at the knee joint.  Inosuke's head leaned over his remaining arm, he looked bored, like your pain was so mundane that it couldn't even grant him a mere chuckle. 

"I like it better when you scream" his voice was laced with a demanding malice, something bitter and rotting. "It's boring when you try to act all strong and mighty". 

You weren't acting, acting required skills, and an audience who wanted to believe in the performer. No, your lack of response wasn't a show of strength or iron will, it was merely because your vocal cords had been shrieked raw, preventing them from making a single peep. 

Your tear-filled eyes shot up to stare into his depraved orbs. Had there ever been a time when his eyes didn't strike fear into those who peered into them? You highly doubted it, heck the idea of Inosuke ever being anything less than terrifying was a laughable thought. 

An eerie familiar noise filled the room, the cracking noise happened in three instances, like three swipes of a blade. First, it was your talus followed by your patella, and then to finish the spin chilling symphony was the crescendo of your breaking humerus for the hundredth time. 

Tears began to flow rapidly from your eyes, staining your thin layer of clothes. You could feel Inosuke's presence shifting about, leaning ever so closer to nuzzle into the side of your neck. His teeth grazing the already punctured skin. 

Inosuke use to be a demon slayer right? A passionate young man who wanted nothing more than to destroy the very same monsters that he himself became? What a laughable story, a fictional tale if ever you'd heard one!

This man was and would always be nothing more than a cruel demon!

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Game anon here!🎮 Im back with another game for your ocs.

How would your ocs react to someone insulting them?

-what would they say? What would they do?

Have fun!

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Hey 🎮anon <3

My OCs reactions:

Nathan: (Doesn't care)

"I don't care. Stop bothering me."

"Do I know you?"

"Uh. You alright? Hurt your head somewhere or something??"

Elios: (Finds it amusing. He'll probably play around with them lol)

"Well. You know what? I..gosh..give me a moment to think of a comeback!"

Cupid: (Pissed/annoyed)

"L COUNTER L!!"

He would mock them whenever they're speaking just to piss them off.

Meztli: (Irritated/depends on his mood)

"Funny! Now wanna see something even funnier? You trying to avoid being shot in the head by my gun! Sounds fun,yeah?"

"Man..you're really annoying! And you know what they say~! Annoying pests should be exterminated!"

Probably kills them before they can even finish their sentence if he's in a particularly bad mood.

Yandere OC: (could care less if he doesn't know you)

"And there's a reason why you're single,you sad pathetic disgusting piece of shit-"

"Oh how fucking funny you little shit-head. I'm going to make sure you never find love."

(But if you're his darling then uhh-- here's the response) : "Aww! Darling you're so adorable even when you're trying to be aggressive!~♡"

"I suggest you watch your tone sweetheart,unless you want me to cut that pretty little tongue out."

Akari: (Depends on her mood)

"And you think I give a fuck about you because...??? Seriously,I could be doing something entertaining right now like pouring milk before cereal."

"L+ratio+bozo+your mom"

"Woww you're sooo cool!! *claps obnoxiously* Want me to stab your eyes out with my fingers as a reward?"

"I'm going to boil your teeth."

Emrys: (Full on sobbing)

" 'm so sorry..I-ill do better I promise!"

" Wa-was I.. was I breathing too loudly again..? So-sorry! That's my fault!"

"Are..Are you having a bad day? I-I MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME! bu-but you can uhmm..hurt me..? Anything that helps you feel better I suppose!"

He's gonna allow you to hit him to vent all your frustrations <\3 He thinks it's his fault so he'll allow you to blame everything onto him.

???: (They are tired and have no time for this-)

"Fuck off."

"Please. I won a war and everyone forgot about me and when I returned,they all wanted me dead. I think that's enough of an insult."

"I'm going to set you on fire if you don't leave me alone."

Zalgø: (Annoyed/Irritated)

"You. A mere...human. Dare insult me?? You have nerves,but you're just plain dense. Run along now,don't make me change my mind about sparing your pathetic mortal life."

"What? Are you one of Lucifer's pranks?? Did that little bitch sent you here? I thought I already casted a spell to prevent him from entering my premises! That sneaky bastard.."

"Do zip your mouth up before I sew it shut myself."

[yanderecandystore]

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I'm glad my writing makes you happy!

Sorry for making you wait! And also, sorry if it isn't what you expected (cause I'm st00pid)

I think we might be able to see this new wealthy student some other time.

Trusting [Yandere bully - Headcanons]

Since you started studying in this school, you noticed how so many students here are actually really wealthy.

Some people were nice to you, some people didn't care about you being poor.

If it wasn't for the twins, you would actually make a lot of friends. That's the sad part.

You hate the fact that people are afraid of talking to you, but you can't fully blame them. If they did, they would be tormented as well, especially if they were poor like you.

Actually, for some reason the people that used to talk with you that had the same condition as you, suddenly decided to change schools.

You didn't hear anything from them anymore.

But anyway, you were in the school's library trying to find an book for your next school project. Your teacher had given some copies in class, but there were only a few that she had picked up, and you ended up being without one.

She said you should ask someone to share a book with you and make a project in group, but no one wanted to make this project with you. Only the twins. You aren't accepting their offer.

You find a copy of the book that you needed, but, it's too high on the shelve for you.

You struggle to reach it, when someone else grabs it. A student you haven't met before, he is a bit taller than you.

He said he wanted to read this book as is one of his favorites, and that was the last copy that the school library had, so you tell him you needed for an school project.

He looked a bit sad, but he seemed to understand that you needed it more than him, awwn poor guy, you felt a little bad about this but he seemed to not mind as much as you.

He, actually wasn't bothered about being close and talking to you. Should you do something? Should you say something?

"- . . . So, uhn, do you like reading?" You were trying to start an conversation as best as you could. You were a little desperate to meet new people, to talk to someone who isn't always belittling you.

He says that yes, he enjoys reading, he doesn't have an specific genre that he likes, well, maybe novel, but yeah, he enjoys reading pretty much anything.

You start to say your tastes, even if you aren't an bookworm yourself, you enjoy an good book from time to time.

This is going so well, you think. He seems to like talking with you with is really good! This is the best conversation that you had in a long time.

You start switching subjects, finding little things in familiar. He seems to be a nerdy boy, but also he loves animals so much, he has a chinchilla!

You want to celebrate this moment, it feels amazing to talk with this guy!

You part your ways, the student leaves you to go to the third year classes. Well, he is an really nice person! And a bit cute in a way.

You find yourself rethink about him and your silly little talk, gosh, you actually feel happy for talking with him.

Well, he is thinking the same.

He had heard about you, the twins plaything, to torment, to bully. He should have known better to never hear some random gossip, but he heard the rumours about you and the twins Coldwell. Everyone heard about it.

He planned on never talking to you, never saying anything about your name, as precaution for his on safety. He didn't need the twins to start targeting him again. It seems that everyone that talks with you, is doomed.

But.

You were really nice. He saw you on the library, thinking that, if the twins aren't close, he could see for himself what type of person you were. He didn't want to read that book, he already had an copy of it, he just thought it would help him get closer to you.

It's funny when thinks of it, he always tried to avoid you at all costs, so he wouldn't be harmed. But somehow, he was always there, looking at a distance, seeing them treat you like an toy, with he hated it. He somehow, was always looking out to see if you were there, getting closer.

Thinking about you and twins every now and then since you were the school's main gossip. But thinking about you every second.

He feels so dumb now, avoiding you like an decease, but somehow, obsessively thinking about you. Thinking about if he should talk to you at least once, if he should interfere in the bullying at least once.

It was tempting, you were always trying to be close to people, but people avoided you. Sometimes you looked so sad.

He doesn't want you to be all alone like this, he know deep down, how it hurts to be all by yourself.

He thinks you're kinda cute, maybe it was the way you were struggling to get the book or just your little ways of expressing yourself.

He wants to get to know you better. Maybe you'll want to know him too?

Rumours around this school, spread like oxygene through the air.

A pretty boy was seen walking around with you. An third year. Walking around and talking with you.

Some say they saw him grabbing the book for you, some say they saw him patting your head, some say they saw you holding hands. Some say you were flirting with him, some say that you were offering him something, some say that they saw you two going out after school.

Basically, the truth mixes with lies and misinterpretetions of what really happened.

And basically, the twins are pissed.

"- WHAT??!"

Both can tell that there are some lies mixed in this rumours, after all, they know you wouldn't do such a thing.

You wouldn't just, go out with someone you just met, or, hold hands with them, right? It doesn't sound like an you-thing-to-do.

They're so afraid that those rumours might be true though. What if you were that easy? What if he likes you? What if you like him too? What if you have know him for a long time, and you were seeing each other, and you were happly dating in secret and-

Thinking about all possibilities, asking who saw and who knows exactly what happened.

No one seems to be telling the full story. This isn't going well.

The best option is to see for themselves. They could ask you, sure, but what guarantees that you wouldn't lie? You probably have been lying all this time to them.

Acting all shy to them, but probably being completely different on the inside.

They find you, sitting alone at lunchtime, God they wish they could just come in and take you away! But they need to see if this "pretty boy" appear.

Someone is coming close to you.

Oh, they know that guy! He was an close friend to them, until, he started being an wuss and decided to quit. Saying they were taking it "too far", that they were acting like kids.

"- Asshole."

They don't mind seeing him around school, they actually don't care about him. But seeing you be this, happy, close to someone else hurts them.

You two look like an couple, neither of them like this. Although being calm most of the time, the thought of loosing you to this guy makes Adrien want to cry on the spot.

And Alexandra is just having trouble keep it together. She is sad but also so angry at what she is seeing.

You look like your normal self, the one before the bullying started. Happy and excited about the little things in life. They never understood why you were like that.

They wanted to see that again.

And that asshole is just mocking them at this point, he looks like he is enjoying this a little too much. Getting too close to you.

They didn't know what to do! They can't loose you to this prick! They think for a while, until:

"- Oh . . . I think I have an idea . . ."

You were talking to your new friend, it was nice to eat lunch with company.

But you could see both twins coming closer, it seems like you can't take a break for one day.

"- Greetings sweetheart! We were looking for you!!" Alexandra says, she is ready to just grab you and run away but, they have a better plan in mind.

"- You never showed up, why did you leave us waiting?" Adrien asks you-and oh, yeah! You were supposed to go meet them in their favorite spot, but since they didn't say anything to you personally you didn't remember.

You normally go just so things don't get complicated. Not because you want to.

"- We see you already met our friend here, isn't he a cutie? We were wondering, what sweet lies have he feed you?"

. . .

"- . . . What? What do you mean?" You start to panic a little, please, they can't be telling the truth. Is an trick, right?

"- Your new boyfriend here and us are besties since childhood! We used to be playing around and planning our next big prank on little pests like you."

"- You want to know our best prank ever?"

"- Oh please, [Y/N] don't listen to-" Alexandra shushes him with her hand, a little too aggressively. That could count as an slap.

"- Sshh- Our best prank was making an pathetic student, that got lovestruck by our little charming prince over here, understand the cruel reality that they weren't in the same level!"

"- Do you remember their faces? When they started crying after you harshly rejected them? When told them you were so far above their reach?"

"- I-I'm not like that anymore!" He says, saying it more towards you than towards your bullies.

"- If I were you, I would be careful [Y/N]~"

"- You never know when he'll strike-"

"- S-Shut UP! How can I trust what you're saying, if all you have done was try to make my life miserable?!!" You yell at them, you can't hold it anymore, this hurts way too much!

"- . . . Well, we have never lied to you, have we?"

"- We have only ever told you the truth, you're beneath people like us, you're beneath people like him! An pathetic loser that needs to know their little place" They say as they start to go away.

"- Whenever he breaks your silly little heart, don't be surprised."

. . .

They're gone now.

God, you know you shouldn't listen to them, but can you trust someone you just met?

You start to cry a bit.

"- [Y/N], I'm sorry, I probably should have told you sooner. But please, I swear I'm not like that anymore! I feel terrible about it, and if I could I would-"

"- It's fine! You don't need to say anything now, I just, really need some time alone." You tell him, you need a little bit of space now.

He hesitates, but decided to go away and leave you alone for a bit.

The twins can't simply force the principal to expel him, can't just pick up a fight with him, can't blackmail him, but they can sure make you question your new friend's relationship with the twins.

You feel worst now, it feels like you can't trust anyone.

You'll probably talk to him later, but, you need some time alone.

He feels terrible for what he has done in the past, and feels even worse for not telling you sooner.

But he swears that he is going to make it up for you, somehow . . .

And both twins swear to bring up all of their fun times with this student, if it means making you go away from him.

"- When he breaks your heart, we'll be here waiting for you with open arms :)!"