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carnivorousyandeere · 5 months
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Spoilers for this script idea I’m working on but this yandere idea is just too fun to keep audio-only…
A yandere who’s been friends with you since childhood, who’s obsessed with this sanitized fairytale vision of how your lives will go— you’ll grow up, share your first kiss, get married, have an extravagant wedding befitting royalty, and live happily ever after!
But you don’t seem to be taking your childhood promise to be their first kiss someday seriously! They keep sabotaging your first dates, because what would they ever do if somebody else got to feel your lips on theirs first?! You’re supposed to be with them on these cute roller skate dates and movie dates, not anybody else!
CW: murder, torture, jealousy, stalking, kidnapping, nonconsensual kissing
Their obsession with keeping other people’s lips and tongues away from you devolves into entirely bizarre behavior— stealing your mail and replacing envelopes with new ones they’ve licked shut themself just so you don’t touch somebody else’s dried spit. Cutting off a poor cashier’s fingers for licking their fingertips to count bills for your change.
Their world just comes absolutely crashing down when they catch you kissing somebody else at a party. They break down and kidnap you, sobbing all the while.
Maybe you didn’t see what the big deal was— they didn’t seriously think you’d keep your childish promise to be their first kiss, especially after they kept putting it off to “wait for the right moment!”
Or maybe you hadn’t even wanted that person at the party to kiss you— they were drunk and uninhibited, misreading your signs, and you were too shocked to push them off right away.
Your yandere cries and cries regardless of why the kiss happened, knowing there’s nothing they can do it undo it. They contemplate scrubbing your lips “clean,” but worry they might be too rough and destroy them in their despair… and that won’t remove the kiss from your mind or theirs, anyway.
Maybe if they kiss you more, kiss you harder, kiss you better, it’ll wipe that memory away—! But the more you turn your head away in fear and disgust, the worse they feel… especially if your kiss at the party hadn’t been consensual. Your yandere breaks down even more over the fact that on some level, they’re no different from that other person. That all they’re doing is hurting you, taking away your agency.
But… it’ll be okay. You’ll forgive them, right? They’re your one and only… you have to forgive them. They can’t live with you hating them…
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throwaway-yandere · 2 years
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His Adorable Pen Pal (Yandere!Thoma/Reader)
a/n: thoma is my 16th max friendship lvl character and i really like his vibes. personally, yan!thoma is hard to pull off. Thoma's such a green flag, if this was an otome isekai he'd definitely be the 2nd male lead LMAO– ((and yee, there are some very smol references from past works, they're not important theyre just iykyk moments)). this took longer cause i wrote diluc's part at the same time to try to get the story feel more connected. also, @kardi76 im so sorry please tell me you slept ;;-;; cause there is no closure (lololol).
gn!reader
a pretty reliable synopsis: thoma would do anything to meet you... (so please don't screw it up).
Cw: yandere!thoma. (Thoma is not self-aware that he's yan and thats the best part--) Implied yan!childe and diluc (soldier & king)
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Soldier, Poet (You are here), King
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If you asked (Y/n) (L/n) who "Fixer" was, they would tell you that he's one of the few people who could understand them deeply.
If you asked (Y/n) (L/n) who Thoma was, well, the best response someone could get from them is "Hmm... I guess the name sounds familiar," followed by "ah, so that's who he is. Okay then."
The two of you have been penpals for almost five years, but neither of you revealed your real names. You addressed him as "Fixer" (a pen name Kamisato Ayato had relentlessly recommended), and he responded to your calls as "Levi" (short for the infamous Lunar Leviathan sea legend). This is not due to the lack of courage or trust, but because you mutually agreed that it would add more mystery and thrill to your inevitable first meeting.
But one of you lied.
Thoma knew exactly what your name was. He knew your height, eye color, family, and a number of other personal facts that a regular housekeeper would not have had the opportunity to learn so readily. Earning your private information was his quota with Lord Kamisato for helping him "burn a few stray leaves", but the given information wasn't the most important findings of their investigation, no.
It was the revelation that (Y/n) (L/n), rather, YOU were his first love.
Thoma would happily take up any attractive label that fit his romanticized viewpoint, be it infatuation or puppy love. You were the kid he frequently spent time with within the Mondstadt public library. Granted, you both often took seats two chairs apart from one another, but the sticky notes passed along the table did not make the distance feel too far. You were each other's confidants. You both didn't belong anywhere and Thoma was bound to catch a teeny weenie crush on you.
It's no secret that Thoma is a hopeless romantic. He believes in his lucky omamori and fortune slips, hence it's not a huge stretch that he believes in soulmates too. No one in the Kamisato Estate was surprised when he preached that it is fate that bonded you two together. Lord Kamisato incessantly teased him for it, but Thoma was none the wiser. He thought that Ayato's remarks about being whipped were a compliment and that only made everyone more keenly aware that he was absolutely smitten. 
Thoma was ultimately determined to reunite with you once more. The two of you lay on the same bed but with different dreams, and Thoma wished otherwise. He wanted to demonstrate to you that, if a "failure" like him could win the hearts of the Inazuman populace, then Mondstadt could also respect you and your adorable eccentricities.
But that won't be an easy feat.
The journey to Liyue was perilous, but it was nothing compared to his first trip to Inazuma. It was a bit funny how most of the ships to Liyue were suspended. Luckily, Thoma never lost hope. He and Captain Beidou came to an agreement whereby she would allow him to board the Alcor in exchange for a thorough cleanup. And hey, when it comes to housework, he's almost as passionate as Beidou's need to see the Tianquan, so it was a true non-zero-sum game.
Going from Liyue to Mondstadt was quite a chore as well. Some mora is better than no mora, and that was his way of coping after dishing out 900 mora to pay a guide and his spouse to help him out. The guide never shuts up. He kept talking about a drunkard friend from Mondstadt while his spouse graciously tried to focus on Thoma's needs. His spouse was clearly forced to marry the man under a contract. The Mondstadter prayed that your future marriage is far from theirs. Thoma's patient, but he doesn't think you can handle hearing about osmanthus wine, or in his case, housekeeping, for the rest of your married life. (The spouse can prepare some delectable seafood, though.)
Thoma considered whether his determination to meet you again was being tested by cleaning the entire ship and listening to an old couple bicker 24/7. At least he's in Mondstadt now, right?
"Excuse me, miss. Do you know where Mx. (Y/n) (L/n) is?"
Thoma was very amazed by the souvenir shop owner's ability to hear him over the talk of other tourists and the clacking of hooves that returned knights from a prolonged expedition. The town square is adorned with proud flags and colorful banners that symbolized the KoF's triumphant return, which meant the grandmaster is home as well.
Since Varka is here then that means--
"Ahh, (Y/n)?" Marjorie tapped her bottom lip. "That ungrateful kid isn't here. They didn't even bother to welcome their cousin home. They're probably sulking elsewhere."
Thoma flinched.
"Excuse me?"
"What's wrong? You do know what kind of person (Y/n) is, right?" Marjorie said nonchalantly.
"I mean, what did you expect? They're a disappointment to the Imunlaukr Clan, so it's only natural that they would shy away from celebrations like this. It's for the best, no one wants a weirdo around to spoil the festival."
His eyes darkened. Thoma's entire focus was on Marjorie now, and he didn't hear a teary-eyed person running for the stairs.
"How do you have the guts to say that about someone?"
Marjorie raised an eyebrow.
"But it's the truth–"
"Just how much do you know about (Y/n)?" Thoma gritted his teeth.
"Have you talked to them before? Have you taken them out for lunch? Do you know how they feel when people talk about them like that? Do you know how hard they worked to please everyone?"
At this point, the noise from the crowd began to simmer down as they tried to eavesdrop on this confrontation. Thoma subconsciously towered above Marjorie, and his hand slammed the door beside her.
His dull green eyes leered deep into her soul.
"N-No?"
"Then you should watch what you say, Miss."
The scent of embers wafted in the air.
Thoma didn't notice it was his own doing until Marjorie screamed. His conscience was stirred by her horrified eyes, and he quickly pushed away.
Heat radiated throughout the shop and Marjorie's arm, but fortunately, it wasn't enough to cause blisters and unbearable pain.
"O-Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to come off that strong!" Thoma rambled on, fearing that he may have crossed the line. He felt multiple stares drilling the back of his head, and that solidified how wary the crowd was. "I'm just saying you should be careful what you say next time! You never know if you're hurting someone already."
Thoma's not the villain here. He's just teaching her a valuable lesson, that's all.
"R-right..." Marjorie whimpered. Her sleeves were nearly burnt to crisp and Thoma's heart dropped at the thought of additional expenses. Still, he's not above paying the price. 
"I'm r-really sorry for the damages!" He blurted out. "I'll pay you back, how much?"
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Some mora is better than no mora, sure, but now that latter is starting to sound more like his situation.
Thankfully Marjorie didn't ask for much. Thoma couldn't decide whether to chalk it up as good fortune or the result of being too intimidating. Either way worked out for him anyway, cause he would've tried to haggle the price down if it were too expensive.
Thankfully Marjorie didn't ask for much. Thoma couldn't decide whether to chalk it up as good fortune or the result of being too intimidating. Either way worked out for him anyway, cause he would've tried to haggle the price down if it were too expensive.
But the fact that his emotions got the best of him was alarming...
Did you mean this much to him?
... Who is he kidding? Of course, you do!
Thoma sailed through storms and walked mountains to see you again, didn't he? His protectiveness is just a form of love. Marjorie isn't ill so no harm done, but if the situation called for it he would've undoubtedly escalated it to something more. This type of determination makes him your protector from afar, doesn't it?
"Ugh..." Thoma pouted. "Don't they sell anything other than alcohol here? I can't stomach the smell..."
While looking for a non-alcoholic beverage, he caught a glimpse of a passing slender and tall figure that loomed behind him. His strides were large and the head above his shoulders was etched in a permanently stern expression. The vibrant strawberry hair that crowned his head both contrasted his dim face and signified which family he belonged to–- who he was. It's none other than Diluc Ragnvindr.
Thoma grinned. When you and Thoma had the entire library to yourselves, Diluc used to take care of you two. He had the honor of overseeing two very bashful kids who were three years younger than him. Second only to Lord Kamisato, he was one of the most passionate people Thoma had ever met.
"Hey, Diluc!"
He didn't anticipate anything will happen when he called Diluc's name. The last time they met, Diluc was the nation's rising star, while Thoma was a timid teenager. Diluc may not know him now that Thoma pulled back his golden hair and changed the tone of his voice to one that exudes social lightness.
"It's me!" He grinned and reached out his hand for a handshake. Thoma was a bit nervous. He didn't know if he should be casual with the Ragnvindr heir, but this approach is ten times better than ignoring him. Thoma is not without care for friends. Why wouldn't he greet an old buddy? Especially the kid who played devil's advocate for your shenanigans?
"Th–"
Diluc briefly exhibited signs of fear before clearing his throat.
"Thoma." Diluc bit back coldly.
Thoma hesitantly sank his hand back into his pockets. What was that look for? Did he do something wrong?-- Well, he did almost burn a store down... but it didn't feel like that was the reason behind that face he made.
"I-It's been a long time!" He beamed, joyful that one of the few people who didn't shun him in his childhood still recalled him. "I thought you wouldn't recognize me anymore!"
Diluc hummed curtly. His eyes were sharp, which only accentuated that he hates to prolong whatever conversation this was, if you could call it one.
"I wouldn't dare make the mistake of not knowing who you are."
Thoma chuckled nervously. "Right."
"Is that all?" Diluc huffed.
"Oh," Thoma scratched the back of his head. "How's Master Crepus? I'm old enough now, you think he'll allow me to drink this time?"
He teased quickly before he loses Diluc's attention. It was just a small jest that alluded to the time young Thoma sneaked in inside Dawn Winery, but the look on Diluc's face was indescribable.
One thing was for certain, he was not pleased.
"N-Nevermind, how's Kaeya–"
"Have a pleasant evening, Mister Thoma." Diluc immediately turned his back on him, and his footsteps already drowned Thoma's unpolished ramblings.
"I hope you have fun staying in Mondstadt."
Mondstadt's chatter sounded in a near-endless chorus, therefore confirming that Diluc left the conversation.
He sighed humorously loud.
"Haaaaah... this is one of the most overwhelming homecomings of all time, alright. Maybe it could even top dad's... Wherever he is."
Thoma thought it would be him who would be unrecognizable in both appearance and personality. 
But it seems Diluc changed too. And if Thoma were to be so bold, maybe he changed too much. He wondered how you felt about that–-
Thoma gasped.
Wait...
He opened numerous letters about the toxic people. You often compared a "friend" of yours and the people around "them" to a broke coin collector and a few pennies. Several anecdotes described in detail how the broke coin collector wanted to buy a fresh loaf of bread but was unable to part with their money since they believed it will one day reveal its true value.
The "Fixer" thoughtlessly retorted that "a coin's purpose by the end of the day is to be spent. What good will holding on do if you starve yourself to death? You need to tell the coin collector that their life is worth more than what they've saved."
He grimaced.
He was just trying to sound poetic. Thoma never thought that there was a possibility that one of these "coins" might be Master Diluc Ragnvindr himself.
Thoma crossed his arms and shook his head. It doesn't matter. He could be wrong. Maybe Diluc is just in a bad mood, and it's not like the 'cavalry captain' knows that he's "Fixer". It'll be ignorant to assume that a bright man like Diluc became a toxic person just because of one bad day.
Besides, some mora is better than no mora, and you still have him. And even if Diluc walked out of your life, Thoma will never let you be alone.
So don't worry, okay?
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Thoma didn't remember Dragonspine being this cold.
The last time he traversed the bridge towards the mountain was years ago, and he faintly remembers traveling with adventurer Cyrus to collect logs. He resisted the cold back then, but he can no longer say the same now that he's a pyro vision user. His pyro shield doesn't seem to provide any warmth in Dragonspine. Kind of backwards, isn't it? Thank goodness Good Hunter's served hot coffee. It was the only non-alcoholic drink they served this festival. His bottle preserved the comforting heat, and his hands were delighted to hold on to it. It was almost a torch for his vision to light up each time.
He also didn't bring a map. It wasn't in his budget after paying the Goth Hotel extra for his stay which was a major bummer (he doesn't recall the prices being that high before?) but it's alright. You write about the place sporadically that it almost felt like he knew the place like the back of his hand.
"H-hoo… I should've brought extra layers…" Thoma shivered. "Y-You made it sound like Dragonspine wasn't t-this cold at all… Oh, dear… I'm r-really tempted to run on the i-ice now…"
Once he pushed away from the branches of one particular tree, the bizarre trip had all been worth it.
"(Y/n)..."
He knew that who he saw had to be you.
Because you were breath-taking.
But that bliss was short-lived. Something was wrong. 
"--I'm so glad to have met you and the Fishing Association. You didn't know who my family was and treated me like a friend, not a means to an end." 
A crease formed between Thoma's eyebrows and his lips trembled. His face contorted in an ineffable string of hurt and betrayal, and his suffocating grasp on the poor tree beside him burned. 
Your shoulders were drooped and you wore a Snezhnayan scarf, but most importantly, you were confiding in this blue-eyed stranger.
You were confiding in someone else that isn't him. He's your soulmate! He should be the only one you could count on.
The thud of his boots on crusty snow stopped Thoma from threading farther. That sounded too loud. If he moved a little closer, they'd hear him. And he can't afford to look like a stalker.
Thoma gulped harshly. He should've prayed that his first meeting with you wouldn't be spoiled by some filthy man he didn't even know.
What are you doing?
That spot was supposed to be for him.
Who is that man?
When you started running and the stranger followed after, Thoma walked to your camp and picked up his unopened letter. His letter sat near your plate and other discarded items.
You didn't even read it before talking to that stranger. Did that man matter more than him?
He tucked it away and smiled sadly.
You're not ready to know his feelings just yet.
But don't worry! You and Thoma will fall in love when the time is right.
It's fate, after all! He just KNOWS it!
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xinyuehui · 1 year
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Cut sleeve?
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bunny-yan · 1 year
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Ok so I read the manga about the hero and that shit is so frustrating man. Don't save their world it's filled with lil bitches and I don't care the goddess is cruel for letting her reincarnate so many times and letting her suffer and I don't care about the past heroes just let her go and return her back home already ajsksishsnwhwh
you described everything i felt while reading it.
not only was it awful that they killed the mc for nothing, the goddess erased her memories because the deaths were that bad.
unluckily for you, tasman doesn't plan on letting you go anytime soon.
you might be able to convince one of his jealous comrades to let you get some fresh air and plan your escape then, but could you live with yourself if he decided to kill them in anger?
and what would you do when he caught up to you? Because he would catch up.
he wasn't the hero who was petitioned to defeat the demon lord for nothing.
if you went home, there's a chance he would leave you alone. he'd trust that no one would dare touch you in the village where you were raised and he could sense your every move within the barrier he placed, but i don't think you'd like the look in his eyes if he had to hunt you down. or the humiliating treatment you'd face after getting dragged back to your cage.
but let's be real for a moment.
with him as a lover, the world was as good as your cage because there was no escaping the hero.
the country would always have his back. even if he acted like a demon king at times.
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bloodabi · 1 year
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i love the idea of reader getting put into an otome game and all the love interests vying for their attention. reader is like man what is going on and ofc you have the childhood bff who's like "what do you mean? we've known each other since we were kids" and the coworker who's like "we had the same sift yesterday... did you hit your head or something?" etc.
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murderboisblog · 2 months
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I'm gonna be real, the body diversity in yansims and murder sims is a HUGE draw for me. Crusty sinewy little old man Fox?? Dad bod Mason??? Lumpy clayboy pinup girl Doe??? Ashton from Picture Perfect Boyfriend? PLEASE I FEEL SO REFRESHED. Now we need diverse yandere WOMEN too 💪💪💪💪😤😤😤 I love the classic yandere girls but they are all The Same Shape
I think we need to include more murdergals full stop. Like I know there ARE murdergals but they're nowhere near as prevalent as the guys.
And I agree, skinny highschooler/collage girl seems to be the standard for these women. Even Ln'eta from Sucker For Love, who is supposed to be a girl version of Cthulhu has hips and tits and is relatively thin. I think she should get to be lumpy and unsettling to look at but that's just me. If I'm here to kiss monstrosities make them monstrous 😤
Maybe I was just spoilt on Newgrounds flash dating Sims but there was usually at LEAST one option for a girl (usually a "best friends" ending but whatever) more yansims with multiple characters should toss a girl in there for flavour at the very least.
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dabibells · 1 year
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very crazy rn for yandere childhood friends to lovers au
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celestemona · 10 days
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WHEN THEY'RE DADS
a guide to their children personalities, looks and more
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characters: dad & husband! alhaitham, cyno, kaveh, kaedehara kazuha, lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley
intro: some says children are the mirrors of their parents, reflecting their images and absorbing their surroundings. perhaps this is true as your child shows so much of your husband. nevertheless, they’re their own person too, with their own personalities and likes - but never less loved for that.
cw: kids are described as toddlers and middle-childhood
reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡
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Hakim
Birthday: May, 7th
Appearance: Hakim has all the looks from his father including his blank expression, although he's nothing but a sweet boy. Hakim has a lot of respect for his parents, and not surprisingly, he’s a very kind and noble kid. For some reason, he doesn't like to start talks but to observe people which it is, perhaps, another trait he took after his father. He loves drawing and reading books with pictures what makes you and Alhaitham buy him a lot of art materials and encyclopedias. Even when he becomes a bit old for his age, Hakim likes to listen his father or you reading for him before he goes to bed.
Nicknames: Kim, Love (you), Son (Alhaitham).
Trivia: He likes cats but he's allergic to them.
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Aryan & Isaar
Birthday: November, 26th
Appearance: They’re very identical twins which till this day it causes a lot of trouble for people to identify them. The twins are a mix from both parents, though Cyno’s genes are favored a little bit more as they share the same skin tone, the red-orange eyes and not unironically the stoic face. Aryan is the quiet one while Isaar can be more social what makes the perfect balance between brothers. They’re respectful, kind and honest, but not so easily to trick. Aryan can be more judging than Isaar, if he doesn’t like someone he won’t hide it. They’re good friends with Hakim and Zahra. Both of them are very affectionate towards you, but they enjoy to spend their time with their dad as well.
Aryan’s nicknames: Ary (mostly you), Yan (only Isaar), Son, Kid (Cyno)
Isaar’s nicknames: Isa (mostly you), Izz (only Aryan), Son, Kid (Cyno)
Trivia: They hate sweets but love sour fruits. They created their own language which they use to communicate with each other when they are around strangers. Aryan is 7 minutes older than Isaar.
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Kaedehara Kazumi
Birthday: March, 3rd 
Appearance: Kazumi is nothing more than a perfect replica of his father, Kazuha. The boy received all the samurai's characteristics, barely leaving anything for your own genes. What differentiates them is the charming mole under your son's left eye, because even the calm and easygoing personality they share. Kazumi, however, tends to be mischievous and presumptuous which brings him troubles sometimes. Nonetheless, he's a loving and gentle kid; looking after his younger siblings, and listening and admiring you and Kazuha. 
Nicknames: Zumi, Son, Kazu, Zuzu (mostly Kiyomi when she wants to annoy him)
Trivia: He’s ambidextrous.
Kaedehara Kiyomi
Birthday: October, 17th 
Appearance: She definitely looks more like you, though Kazuha' characteristic features such as his crimson eyes and the red streak weren't left behind. However, your daughter is her own person as she is a very extroverted, charismatic and confident girl. She's pretty mischievous and she loves to play with Kazumi, but she can be very girly too as she adores quality times with you. She is a smart and strong type, not taking well to things she judges wrong. She deeply loves you and Kazuha, and cares for her brothers very well, mainly the youngest one. 
Nicknames: Kiki, Sweetie girl (mostly Kazuha), Yomi, Kiyo
Trivia: She loves dresses, kimonos, yukatas.
Kaedehara Haruki
Birthday: September, 21th
Appearance: Haruki is a beautiful mix of you and Kazuha. He has the same pale skin tone as his father, but his eyes shine like two jewels just like yours. As he was born sick, he is smaller than children of his age. Haruki is also very close to you and Kazuha as he rarely leaves the house, but he also likes to be included in his older siblings’ games. He’s a very shy and quiet boy, but he has a sweet and cute side that he shows to his family and some familiar faces. Haruki has a boxy smile that you and your family love very much, certainly his main charm.
Nicknames: Baby (mostly you), Buddy, Son, Haru
Trivia: He’s asthmatic. 
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Zahra
Birthday: August, 13th
Appearance: Zahra definitely looks more like her father, although her goldenish eyes remind her grandmother of her late husband. She’s a sweet, cheerful and a very friendly girl, being the extroverted one from all her friends. She’s curious and smart, preferring to play with puzzles and bricks over dolls. She absolutely loves her father and not surprisingly Kaveh is her favorite parent, although she loves you equally. Zahra has natural chubby and rosy cheeks and outsiders cannot help themselves but want to squeeze them — which it makes Kaveh go all overprotective. Overall, Zahra is a good girl and barely throw tantrums even being so pampered by her father or her rich aunt. 
Nicknames: Zaza, Babygirl, Sunshine, Sweet girl, Princess (mostly Kaveh)
Trivia: She’s afraid of insects, mainly butterflies.
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Corinne & Quentin
Birthday: December, 30th
Appearance: It's slightly noticeable their cat shaped eyes since they look so much like you. Even though Corinne and Quentin are identical twins, they've some physical differences if you take a close look, like Quentin being a inch taller than his sister or Corinne's cheeks being chubbier. Just like their father and aunt Lynette, the twins share the same personality’ difference as well. Although Quentin isn't as energetic as Lyney, he's the friendly and talkative twin while his sister is calm and reserved. They don't have a favorite parent, they love you and Lyney equally. The twins grew up surrounded by magic tricks and they absolutely adore when Lyney comes up with a new one. 
Corinne's nicknames: Rin, Anne (only Quentin), Dear (mostly you), Doll, Sweet girl (Lyney)
Quentin's nicknames: Quenn, Quinn (only Corinne), Junior, Love (mostly you), Buddy (Lyney)
Trivia: Corinne is allergic to shrimps and Quentin hates onions. They’ve only fought once. Quentin is five minutes older.
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Éveline
Birthday: February, 4th
Appearance: She’s a very beautiful girl with the same white hair, draconian blue eyes and pointy ears as her father, but her facial features came from you. Éveline is a timid and soft-spoken girl and she tends to get easily nervous around unknown faces, hiding behind you or Neuvillette. She absolutely adores the Melusines and she gets along very well with Corinne. She's a little bit emotional but she knows she can run to you or her father if she gets overwhelmed by her own feelings. Éveline loves to cuddle with Neuvillette. As time pass by, she starts to be outdoors by herself a little bit more, whether enjoying nature or playing with animals.
Nicknames: Line, Angel (you), Child, Darling (mostly Neuvillette), Eve
Trivia: She loves Mondstadt' water and she wants to be an "animal healer" when she gets older.
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Cameron
Birthday: June, 26th
Appearance: Cameron is a carbon copy of his father, not only in his looks but their likes and mannerisms are exactly the same. He’s more collected and quiet than Wriothesley. However, his personality easily changes under your caring and affection being more blushy and shy. He’s incredibly well-educated and respectful for his age, and he treats everyone the same regardless of their background or crimes. He’s very intelligent and he loves to play puzzles or create things. For a long time Cameron was the only child but neither you nor Wriothesley had doubts about how he’d react with a new family addition as he had shown to be a loving big brother already.
Nicknames: Sweetheart, Love, Baby boy, Cam, Buddy, Son (Wriothesley), Cammy (Marie)
Trivia: He loves tea but not without sugar.
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Marie
Birthday: October, 9th
Appearance: She’s 14 years younger than Cameron and she’s the cutest girl in the world, according to her father and big brother. She looks more like you, but her icy blue eyes are a gift from her father. Marie is very innocent, sweet and empathetic. For some reason she's very small for her age, though she's a healthy and energetic girl. Marie is too precious and friendly for her own good so Wriothesley and Cameron feel like they cannot take their eyes off of her. You and your husband weren't trying to have a second kid, she came as a blessing that your family embraced with much joy.
Nicknames: Angel, Love (you), Mae (mostly Cameron), Princess (mostly Wriothesley), Sunshine, Baby girl
Trivia: Her first word was “Cam” and her favorite drink is almond milk.
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author fun facts: marie is entirely based off on maria from anime film "Koe no Katachi", and zahra' insects fear are sort of personal since i'm truly terrified of them. mainly butterflies.
a/n: since it seems i'm committed to keep writing and giving life to this series, i'm bringing this character profile list for those who are interested to follow it updates or just take a look on it to get a broader look and have a detailed reference when you go to picture/imagine their kids. in my drafts, i've write and described them as teenagers/young adults. so if you want to know more just reach me in my askbox :)
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suiana · 2 months
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(yandere! teddy bear x gn! reader) (written in the pov of the yan⁉️⁉️ wanted to try something new)
i was your first friend.
i was there for you when you grew up.
i was there for you when you had tough times.
so how could you throw me away like this?
throwing me away like some... common trash. do you know how i felt when you no longer wanted me? when you used me, loved me...then suddenly said that you'd throw me away? i was beyond heartbroken. i absolutely refused to believe it.
i was your childhood friend after all.
you promised me you'd always love me.
promised.
i don't know how long i spent there, laying there in the trash with my heart torn open. the rain drenched me, watered me in its tears as i wondered what i did wrong. what i did wrong for you to throw me away after so many years spent together.
then i realized,
you grew up.
your tastes changed.
and you no longer liked the way i appeared. well, maybe. you never specified anything, but it had to be that! why else would you throw me away?
so i got blessed by some merciful god. obtained a human body and... came back for you. you, you, you.
it's always been you. it always will be you.
and everything was fine at first! it was great! you loved me and i loved you, just like how things were back then!
...
but then why do you look so frightened now?
why are you telling me to leave you?
all i did was bring up a happy memory we both shared years ago! why are you so scared? why are you looking at me like some sort of... monster?
i know i came back in the blood of someone who was trying to hurt you... but all I'm doing is trying to protect you! that's all I've ever wanted!
please don't leave me again.
oh please, please don't.
you don't understand how painful it was to be without you.
...
no, you can't leave me.
i refuse to let it happen.
I won't let you throw me away again.
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heartfullofleeches · 7 months
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Imagine jester darling from the childhood best friend emperor Yan plot being snatched up by space emperor Yan instead. Jessica and Rodger Rabbit type beat except Jessica is a homicidal tyrant and wants to fuck that silly clown into next week or have them do the same to him
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Guard: Your highness, does your.... favorite pet have to be in the room when we dicuss plans for our next take over?
Space Emperor Yan, gasps dramatically - cradling jester to his fat tits as he pulls their hat over their ears: This "pet" is my darling spouse. My silly angel. Watch your tongue before I have you use it to clean the area floors or chopped off and fed to the hounds. Dearest, how should we punish this heathen for disrespecting you?
Jester Reader: um..... stand on their head until they fall over?
Space Emperor Yan: ohohoho - you're hilarious, my sweet..... Send that bastard to the cooks and invite their loved ones for a feast with their entrails as the main course
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valeskafics · 9 months
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"Part Of Your World" (Dark!Aemond Targaryen x Mermaid!Reader)
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a/n: a request from my darling @scratchietella - i went a little bit of a different way with this, hope you enjoy! ❤️
Summary: Aemond finds you, his childhood friend, years later.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, obsessive/yan behavior, dark!aemond my beloved, manipulation, suggestive material, mentions of violence/character death
Word Count: 1,830 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️
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For the longest time, Aemond wondered if he had dreamed you up. All those years ago when he went to Driftmark, he remembers his brother and cousins ignoring him in favor of spending time with each other and their dragons. He sighed and went down to the beach, which is where he found you. A young girl, playing in the water. He wondered who you were. A Velaryon? But he should’ve heard of you if so. He approached you, shy and hesitant, asking if he could play with you. And you welcomed him with open arms and an open heart, the two of you spending the better part of the day splashing around in the water.
The young prince could hardly believe his eyes when you showed him your shimmering pink tail. You informed him that you were a mermaid, that there were many others like you, that your father was the king of the seas. Ever the curious one, Aemond listened to your tales of the sea, entirely captivated as to how you lived. He listened to you speak of your sisters, of your parents, a great deal of love evident in your tone. He wondered what it would be like to have a family like that. As the two of you swam, he panicked at your pained yelp when your tail got caught on some coral. He immediately dove underwater and freed you. You rewarded his kindness with a soft kiss on the cheek and a tight hug, which had the boy blushing profusely.
When he heard his mother calling out his name, frantically searching for him after he’d disappeared for the better part of the day, he turned to you, a sad look on his face, as he questioned, “Will I ever see you again?”
You took off the seashell necklace that you wore and placed it around the boy’s neck, promising him, “This is my favorite necklace, I’ll find it and you one day. I promise.”
He embraced you tightly, a feeling blossoming in his young heart that he couldn’t begin to understand back then at the tender age of eight, but one that he’d understand all too well twelve years later, when he saw you again.
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Ever since you met your human friend, you were utterly fascinated by the human world. You often ventured to the surface, near any beach you could find, speaking with humans, despite your parents and elder sisters warning you not to. You found the lure of the sun on your skin, laying warm on the sand too difficult to resist. You grew bolder in your adventures as you grew up, wondering if one day you might see your human friend again.
It was on one such day that your recklessness finally caught up with you. Ironborn Raiders caught sight of you and pursued you, cornering you, their weapons at the ready, wanting to kill you for sport or perhaps something even more nefarious. Your mother came to your rescue, giving you time to get away, but losing her own life in the process.
From that day on, your father forbade trips to the surface, proclaiming humans were monsters and not to be trusted. You didn’t think it possible that all humans were monsters, especially when you remembered your friend, Aemond. But they did indeed kill your mother. So, you grew more weary of them, your trips to the surface growing more and more infrequent, only once every few moons or so, when you missed the sun too dearly and longed for its warmth.
And it was on one of those journeys that you met him again.
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“He’s on another one of his fool’s errands,” Lord Otto Hightower sighs, staring at his grandson as he readies his ship to take it out to sea once more.
Ser Criston nods slowly, “It would appear so. I will keep watch over him, Lord Hand. You needn’t worry. The boy will be safe with me.”
“He’s twenty. He’s no longer a boy,” Otto sighs irritably, “He needs to stop chasing after these childish dreams of creatures living under the sea and move on. This is getting ridiculous!”
Criston shrugs and boards the ship, following whatever instructions the young prince barks at him.
Aemond is, in a word, frustrated. For twelve years, he’s hoped to catch just one more glimpse of you, reading everything he can find on the creatures that dwell in the sea, where to find them, if they even exist. Well, the lattermost he can answer. He knows you exist. His dear childhood friend. That one afternoon you spent together, mere days before he lost his eye, meant everything to him. It was one of the few times in his life where he felt true happiness. He wonders what you look like now, if mermaids age differently than humans.
He’s so absorbed in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice the burgeoning storm clouds on the horizon, the thunder that begins to clap, the waves becoming rougher and rougher the further he heads out to sea. The storm worsens and as Aemond attempts to bring down one of the sails, Ser Criston is horrified when the prince is knocked overboard.
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You recognize your childhood friend almost immediately, looking at him with surprise when you see him, gasping for air as he attempts to grab onto a fallen barrel, taking in too much water as he begins to sink into the sea’s watery depths. You grab onto him, taking him to shore, praying to the gods of the sea that they spare your old friend, and that they spare you from your father’s wrath should he ever find out what you’ve done.
You pull your old friend to shore, and panic when you realize his body is cold, his lips an almost blue color. You do your best to warm him, moving your lips onto his to give him your own air, staying by his side until he wakes and coughs, expelling the water from his lungs. You don’t wish to leave him, especially not after his now lone eye meets yours and his lips part in wonder as he whispers your name, wondering if you’re a mirage or if he’s finally found you after all this time.
You move to swim away, not wanting to prolong the inevitable. Every moment you spend by his side will make it harder for you to have to leave him again. But Aemond isn’t having that. He tries to stand, but his body hasn’t recovered from his fall, so he moves on unsteady legs toward you, pleading for you to wait for him, stumbling onto his knees and nearly falling on his face.
“Wait, please! Don’t leave me again,” he calls after you, grabbing you by the tail, pulling you close to him.
You yelp with surprise and thrash against him, “Let go of me, human,” you hiss angrily, glaring at him.
Aemond freezes at the fear and rage in your voice, realizing he’s upset you; he releases your tail but pulls you close to him by the arm, his gaze pleading, “I can’t lose you again. Not when I’ve just found you.”
“We’re not children anymore, Aemond,” you say, struggling as he pulls you back to shore alongside him, to sit on the beach as you did as kids, “My father would banish me for even talking to you-”
“You’re right,” Aemond says, finally letting go and taking a seat beside you on the sand, resting a hand on your face, “We’re grown now,” he runs the back of his hand over your face, allowing his knuckles to graze your face as he murmurs, his words becoming more suggestive, a sly smile playing on his lips as his eye moves down to the two shells that cover your breasts, “You’ve grown so much…” You scowl slightly, covering your shells with your arms, which makes him laugh, “Oh, I see, you’re getting all shy on me now,” he hums, his hand caressing the skin of your waist just below your shells, “You’re so beautiful.”
You want to let him touch you. Every part of you is screaming at you to give into your old friend. Reminding you that you’ve dreamed of finding him again for so long. But you resist, shaking your head.
“Aemond, I need to go home-”
“Hm, are you sure about that?” he questions, his voice low and smooth as he moves his hand along your tail, smirking slightly at the way you shiver under his touch, noting to himself how sensitive you are, “Why do you need to go home? You can’t spare some time for an old friend?”
“If I’m not back in the water by the time the sun sets, my tail will-”
“Turn into legs,” Aemond says, completing your train of thought, “I know. In the time we’ve been apart I’ve become quite the expert on your kind.”
“Then you know I need to get home,” you repeat, glancing at the sun as it slowly begins to set, “Aemond-”
“That’s the thing,” he chuckles darkly, “I don’t mind you becoming human,” he says, continuing to move his hand along your tail, reveling in the soft pants you let out, your breathing growing more erratic at the feeling as his hand moves to just below your navel, “I don’t mind that at all.”
“Well I mind,” you retort, glaring at him, though it’s weakened by the whimper you let out at his touch.
“My goodness, you’re feisty tonight,” Aemond smirks, pushing you down on the sand, his hands moving to rest on top of the shells that cover your chest, squeezing the flesh he’s able to reach, “Just stay with me. You know you want to. You know you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you, sweet mermaid.”
You feel yourself beginning to change, the sensation being almost painful as your beautiful tail splits into two human legs, your fins turning to feet. You stare in surprise at your new limbs, wiggling your toes slightly, still unaccustomed to them.
Aemond stares at you, his breath catching in his throat as he questions, his hands moving down to your now human hips, fingertips trailing along your skin sensually, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he asks, “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
You shove him away from you and move to stand, unsteady on your legs. You break into a run, stumbling with each step, unused to walking on two legs, allowing Aemond to easily catch up to you and pull you back to him.
“You’re mine now, sweet one,” he whispers in your ear, lifting you into his arms, “You have always been mine.”
You eye the necklace, your necklace, which still hangs from his neck, wondering what happened to the sweet boy who helped you all those years ago. Wondering what the gods have planned for you now that you’ve found yourself in the hands of a dragon.
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throwaway-yandere · 1 year
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DOTTORE .... Can you elaborate??? Because that man would slit my throat in my sleep
I wish I could, but even I don't know wtf is going on in phitre's brain 😭😭😭
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dr3c0mix · 9 months
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Hi! I love your stuff, you’re a really good writer! Take your time if you ever get to this, don’t burn yourself out.
The scenario is a delusional yandere childhood friend/monster. Like the reader found it in the woods as a kid and they grew up playing until the reader had to move away. Now years later, the reader is back..and the monster thinks it has a mate again.
Imaginary More-Than-Friends
Yandere! Imaginary Childhood Bestfriend x GN Reader
an: I believe the few people will recognize this guy from my old posts, i figured i let him out of my little toy box of characters huehuehue. i have to say though that i'm very much attached to this one and i will not be accepting nsfw requests of this character in the future! sorry if its not really what you asked for though ._." i was a bit excited when i saw your request
CW: Coulrophobia, delusional yan, this one is a bit more intense than normal, kidnapping kind of, possessive themes
🦋 You have vague memories of your old house. Memories of playing around in your old room and the faint sounds of cicadas and rustling leaves from outside your bedrooms window felt like a blur.
🦋 The clearest memory of your childhood there was playing around in the woods by your backyard. You had a small clubhouse somewhere in the thicket of trees and other flora. It was a small red tent full of flower ornaments that you've weaved and little trinkets you found while exploring.
🦋 You also remember there being someone else in the woods with you every time you played, although you don't remember any neighbors with kids when you were younger. Even then you have foggy memories of talking to someone very close to you.
🦋 You feel the truck you're riding in turn a corner and you look up to see your old family house slowly appearing from behind autumn-colored trees.
🦋 As soon as the moving truck came to a stop, you opened the door after thanking the driver and got your bags, taking a good look at the large house in front of you.
🦋 The paint was chipping and most of the metal decor was rusting, but you can fix them up as soon as you move in. Your family had to move out pretty quickly for some unknown reason so you figured many of the things that were left were still there.
🦋 Turning the key in the lock and opening the door, you could have sworn you heard scurrying from inside the house, must have been an animal that got in from a window or something.
🦋 Somehow, the house didn't seem very dusty, even though it's been sitting unoccupied for years. The floor looks swept to an extent with piles of leaves looking to have been swept lazily to the sides of the rooms.
🦋 You wandered through the house, your memories coming back to you about the times you spent with your parents, all the while, you can hear faint scratching and thumping as you walk.
🦋 The tall figure skittered around house, watching you wander around from the corners with an unblinking stare. He couldn't believe it. You were here, you're back! And you're so much bigger than you were all those years ago...you look so beautiful now! A toothy grin widens on his face as his claws scratched the doorframe he was gripping, leaving deep scratches.
🦋 As you enter your old room, you see that the dusty bed still looks made, like it's been waiting for someone to sleep in it for years. Old toys with ribbons of your favorite color tied to their necks or wrists sat in their places by a fogged windowsill as paper cranes and insects on string and glow in the dark stars still hung on your ceiling.
🦋 Just as you were about to leave to get your things moved in, you hear your old closet creak open. You freeze and turn to it, it looked like there wasn't anything inside. You wait a bit before fucking off, not wanting to deal with any ghouls or the like at the moment...
🦋 The figure then breathes a sigh of relief as soon as you're out of earshot. It pushes itself out of the closet and onto the floor. Soon you will see each other, he promises. He just has to find the right time...
🦋 You'd find items missing and reappearing in strange places sometimes, it could've been just you forgetting where you placed them, but there's no way you could have misplaced your shoes in the sink or your sweater outside your window...
🦋 You'd also notice food that was left out being eaten, not by ants or rodents though, the bite marks were too large.
🦋 You weren't some dumb character in a horror movie, you could see the tell-tale signs of a haunting, but you didn't want to let go of the house, not after all the years of trying to buy it back and all the money you put into renovating it.
🦋 Your mind was put at ease somewhat when you found a group of raccoons rummaging through your trashcans next to a window with a broken window, they could've just been messing with your stuff and eating your food while you weren't looking. You took note that you had to fix the locks soon.
🦋 After a few tiring days of getting everything cleaned up and moving in your stuff, you look at your hard work and smile. Your furniture gave the home your own personal touch while still keeping the nostalgic charm of your childhood home. You sigh in satisfaction and decide to go out and get some fresh air.
🦋 You exit through your backyard door and, from what you can see, the woods hasn't changed a bit since you left. It made you smile knowing you personal little playground hasn't wasted away. You then remember your old hideout. A wave of memories come back to you as you rush to where you remember the little red fort was.
🦋 To your surprise, the tent was still up, in fact, you could see no sign of aging on it. No damage from rain or wind or anything, it's like it was frozen in time. You walk up to it, crouching down and lifting the red embroidered curtains of the entrance and revel in the little items that withstood the years it has been left here.
🦋 Although, you notice there being more things than you remember. Did you really collect all these thing when you were younger? There were bottles of soda can tabs and acorns, figurines of animals carved out of wood, were those animal bones??
🦋 You back away from the tent, very much weirded out by the new additions to your old hang out spot when suddenly, your body bumps into something. It felt thin like a tree but soft like a plush toy with burlap for the cover. Your eyes go wide as you hear a voice from above you. "(Y/N)?"
🦋 The familiar jingle of bells sparked something in you as you look up to meet the creature's porcelain face.
🦋 You stare at the figure like it would disappear if you look away from it as you step back to look at it better.
🦋 It was a clown, a tall one at that. Its white pupils stayed on you as you can see razor sharp teeth within its mouth. His limbs looked almost jointless like how a plush toy would look. It's clothes were brown and dirty from years of neglect.
🦋 What you were seeing wasn't human, it couldn't be human. It was too freakishly tall to be one. You didn't know what to do, running could provoke it to chase you and attacking could anger it.
🦋 Suddenly, it steps closer to you and bends down, you could feel its breath on your face, it unusually smelled like candycorn.
🦋 Then it chuckles, giving you a grin before suddenly picks you up and wraps its long arms around you, spinning around happily like a child holding their new toy.
🦋 "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Oh I'm so happy to see you again! You've grown so much! Where did you go? What did you see? Did you...make any new friends?"
🦋 It pulls away from you and stops spinning only to see a terrified expression on your face. His smile drops and cocks his head to the side. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" The bells on its jester hat jingle softly.
🦋 As your shock melts away, you figure he didn't have any intention of harming you and you try and catch your breath. Your eyes then catch a glimpse of ribbons tied around his wrists. It was your favorite color.
🦋 Your slowly look back up to the clown and you finally remember your old friend that you used to play with.
🦋 You had a favorite toy amongst your collection of stuffed animals and dolls. It was a strawberry pink clown with stretchy arms, you used to carry it around with you all the time. From the moment you wake up to going back to sleep, you had it with you. You named it..
🦋 "Hallow?"
🦋 The clown perks up at the name and its smile widens even more. "So you remember! Hahah! I was beginning to think you forgot all about me!" "Y-you're real?! I mean you were- but- h-how is this possible?!"
🦋 Hallow puts you down and gives you a confused look, pointing a finger to his cheek. "Real? Of course I'm real! I'm your best friend!" He giggles, spinning around joyfully.
🦋 "And I...left you here.." "Oh I don't mind! I'm sure you had a reason! Besides, you're here now and we can play again! And we can be together!" He takes your hands into his and squeezes them, his grip a bit shaky. Well, at least it won't be so lonely out here anymore...
🦋 From there, Hallow kept you company, he would help you out in fixing up the exterior of the house and tell you all about what's happened since you left.
🦋 "I saw a reeeaaallly big bear once! He looked all tubby and fluffy and stuff! I tried petting it but it bit my arm off! So rude right? At least I knew how to sew my arm back! Thanks for teaching me how by the way!"
🦋 He's a bit clingy, but he does give you space if you ask him. and by give you space i mean he just stares at you from the corner of the room instead of hovering over you the whole time.
🦋 He wasn't a fan of other people though, if ever a friend of yours visits or a delivery person drops by, he'd disappear in a flash, when they finally leave, he's unusually quiet until to ask if he was alright. When you turn away from him, his forced smile drops down to a sneer, thinking about the strange person that was trying to take you away from him...
🦋 Then one day, a friend of yours called and told you they were in the area and wanted to meet up with you. Hallow watched as you happily talked to your phone from the gap between your door, scratching the wood in jealousy. Who was making you so happy (Y/N)? Only he's supposed to make you laugh like that...
🦋 When your friend came, he disappeared once again. He watched you greet your 'friend' with a hug, being awfully touchy with them, holding their hand as you guide them to your couch.
🦋 He hated it, he hated them. He hated you happy you looked as you two laughed together. He wished it was him who was making you laugh, not this stranger. Infact, what made you think they were to be trusted? Wasn't it other people that made you leave him in the first place? Your dreaded parents were the reason you were taken from him, what makes you think your "friend" won't do the same. Before you know it, you could be taken back to the city, stressed and overwhelmed and away from him, your best friend, your only friend, your soulmate!
🦋 His spiraling thoughts were quickly interrupted by your friend getting up from their seat. "Alright, it's getting late..where's that mall again?" "Oh, you just turn right from the second street over." "Ok! I'll pick you up tomorrow at noon!" noon?
🦋 The door closes, and you hear the jingling of bells behind you. "Do you have to hide every time there's someone else he-" Your joking comment is cut off when you turn and he's looming dreadfully over you.
🦋 "What mall?" "H-huh?" He's glaring daggers into your eyes, taking a step closer to you as you back up, unease growing inside of you.
🦋 "What's at noon?" "H-hallow we're just going out-" "How long?" "H-how long?? I don't kno-" "Hours? Days? Years?" You're backed up against the wall, the giant clown's arms at either side of you, trapping you under him as black drool drips down his snarling mouth.
🦋 "How long are you gonna leave me this time huh? How many days am I gonna wait for you to come back to me?!" "Hallow stop you're scaring me!" "I'm supposed to be my best friend! Not them!" He snaps at you, making you flinch in fear. His glare softens then turns into a horrified expression. Pulling his hands back closer to him shakily as you shivered in front of him, your arms hiding your face. He lets out a quiver before stepping away from you. You lower your arms and he was gone, you can hear banging and thumping from upstairs.
🦋 The next day, you were getting ready for your outing with your friend. Hallow didn't show up that day. You weren't used to the silence that was left.
🦋 You haven't seen Hallow in a few days, but you always let out food for him. He was hurt, you can tell, but it was clear he needed space at the moment, you just hoped he didn't do anything rash as you went to bed a week after your fight with the clown.
🦋 You woke up the next day, expecting Hallow not to come out again. You get up from your bed and head downstairs. Calling out Hallow's name, no answer.
🦋 You sigh and figure you should get some much-needed fresh air. The tension that has built up in the house was almost suffocating to you. You went to your backdoor to spend some time outside.
🦋 But when you tried to open the door, it wouldn't turn. You tried unlocking it, but the lock wouldn't budge. You pulled and shook it but to avail. You groan and try to open a window instead, but the latch was shut tight. You tried the other windows but none of them opened. You started to freak out when you hear a jingle of bells behind you.
🦋 "H-Hallow? Why are the all the windows shut? The door's locked too!" You look to him, but he looked off. His normal wide-eyed smile was replaced with a half-lidded grin. He swayed side to side, clasping his hands together as he giggled. "Hello, you~"
🦋 "H-hey...what's going on?" You ask him, sweat rolling down the side of your head nervously.
🦋 "Well, I thought about what you said and I realized! You're not at fault here! You just want someone to be with! And I guess me being your friend wasn't good enough for you so you turned to someone else! I know you didn't mean to hurt me lovely, but I can change for you! I can be much more than a best friend! We can be like those knights and princesses in your storybooks, remember?"
🦋 He starts walking up to you, you hold onto the countertop behind you as he rambles on in a lovesick haze. "H-Hallow?"
🦋 "You won't need anyone else (Y/N)! You'll just need me from now on! We'll be together forever! Oh and don't worry about food and stuff, I can get you those!"
🦋 He chuckles, before pulling you into an uncomfortably tight hug, you flinch as you feel him kiss your neck and cheek, his sharp teeth grazing your skin ever so gently.
🦋 "You'll never have go away ever again, my f-...my love~"
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hana-no-seiiki · 20 days
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hi @sophiethewitch1 delulu voice here with more cat villain
GOD, BUT LIKE CAT VILLAIN WHO’S SECRETLY JASON’S CHILDHOOD FRIEND
Unlike the og idea I had wherein you were mad at him cause of Dick not being your Robin anymore, how about we add a little more something something to it
Cat Villain! Reader who is so ‘friendly’ with every vigilante that it’s off-putting to see you so hostile with him all the time. It’s not even the usual [insert villain name] ‘hostile’ with mostly harmless teasing, it’s just plain harassment.
Like I mention in previous posts (go check them out!) your romance was very much an enemies to lovers sort of thing, but it was moreso Jason being so confused as to why his big bro’s significant other seemed to hate him so much while being relatively forgiving to others.
You may or may not be the reason why he has a rocky relationship with his team members. Sabotaging his relationship with them was a darling pasttime of yours.
I’m actually thinking of a yan! cat villain! reader with the Robins, but I’ll save that for later.
IN ANYCASE- Jason who’s just fed up and confronts you about it. Multiple times actually. Begging you to stop, maybe even beating you up (as if that did his reputation any better).
He gets even more confused when you fussed over him after a brutal fight, mouthing the worst curses known to man while gently taking care of him.
He eventually gets to you pay you back, taking care of your drugged/intoxicated ass.
Your mask is taken off, and
it’s you.
That kid that was always so weak. So vulnerable. Someone who always looked up to him for guidance and protection. The one who’d tug at his sleeves for a hug cause it was too cold.
Jason could feel himself melt within his suit.
No wonder you were mad at him. He practically up and left you.
Your words to him that night only sealed the deal,
“Don’t leave me again, Jay.”
His hand squeezed yours. His breath was warm as he littered kisses all across your neck. This was supposed to feel wrong. You were his brother’s. You belonged to someone else. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy such an intimate moment with you. Hell, you weren’t even sober enough to consent to this.
But he couldn’t let go of you. Neither his morals nor his respect for you and Dick could stop him.
And he would soon make sure that not even death could tear you two apart.
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hyerinrose · 11 months
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Yandere! Twins
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A/N : Two is better than one, I guess. Tsym for reading! This kinda suck ngl
T/W : Obsessive behaviour, protective yans, etc
Event Masterlist🎉
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💌Yandere! Twins who were your childhood friends, the three of you being neighbours and growing up together until you had to move away, cutting the friendship short.
🎀Yandere! Twins who were sadden by the loss of contact with you but eventually getting over it. (They were kids cant blame em) They made some new friends but they still wish to meet you again one day.
💌Yandere! Twins who have an unexpected reunion with you after you had transfered back into the high school in your old town. However they no longer looked like the two boys you befriended when you were 6 years old.
🎀Yandere! Twins who despite having changed, still treats you like their best friends. They were overjoyed to see you again! One way more than the other though..
💌Yandere! Twins who eventually becomes infatuated with you. The younger one was the first to fall for your charm before his older brother followed suit, he's always had a crush on you ever since you were kids. But his old feelings for you resurfaced stronger than ever.
🎀Yandere! Twins who both were so obsessed over you that it sparked rivalry between the brothers. They both always tried to one up the other in wooing you. Oh did his brother got you that necklace? Here's a much more expensive earrings for you <3
💌Yandere! Twins who called a truce seeing as by working together they would do better in protecting you, chasing off pests who are interested in you and making you theirs. After all two is better than one, right?
🎀"From now on, you should only rely on us, (Name)" "Yeah what he says! we've known you longer than those people you hang out with"
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bunny-yan · 5 months
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Hello!! Thanks for sharing your writing with us! I'm a fan of your Hero/Reincarnated Reader story! :D Personally, I find it very cathartic lol
I've read the manga you based your story on a long time ago (tbh they did not give justice to the previous reincarnations AT ALL in my opinion), but do you have plans to expand on why Hero left Reader for each reincarnation in your story? Is there something deeper at play here (on Hero's side or even Reader's side because I think feelings of love or even basic affection would dissipate after the second reincarnation) or is it simply he wanted to play around with others and string along Reader each time? Do you think there will be another love interest that will show up in this current life?
If escape doesn't work, how would Hero react if Reader took their own life instead? And if Reader is successful, would they be "cursed" in the next life to be Hero's childhood friend? lolol
I know it's not possible, but I think it'd be beautiful karma for Reader to fall in love and marry someone else because I feel like that would really kill Hero lol
Sorry for the question spam, but thank you again for your stories and I hope to see more adventures of Hero/Reader! :D
(Btw, how will King fit into all this or was the King/Reader/Hero story a one-off?)
So I do plan on expanding on Tasman's reasoning for leaving Reader behind and you're pretty close to his reasoning, but I thought I'd expand on how the darling would commit suicide in this particular ask. I think it would also be pretty interesting to watch Tasman suffer and be forced to watch his darling find happiness with someone else so def saving that for a future draft!
The Sharing is Caring Series are one-off stories that include two+ yans, but if you're interested in seeing that sort of dynamic I am more than willing to write for it! Hopefully this answered your question <3
TW:Mentions Death, Depictions of Violence, Implied Violence, Suicide, Language, Infantilization, Minors DNI
It began slowly. 
If you moved too quickly he would notice because he caught anything and everything. Watching you was a hobby of his and when you weren’t allowed to leave his sight, it was no surprise that he got good at it. 
You didn’t come on too strong. 
It was hard to imagine he’d have anything other than suspicion if you put on a lovey dovey act, throwing yourself into his arms and professing your love when you couldn’t stand the sight of him the week before. Couldn’t stand his words whether they called you selfish or repeated his desperate love. Couldn’t stand his hands as they grabbed at you, forcing you to comply while convincing himself that this was what you also wanted, you were just too blind to see it. Too angry. 
The goddess knew what she was doing, tying your souls together and to fight a fate as destined as the two of yours? 
It was foolish. 
So you played the fool. 
You let him think that you were slowly coming around to his way of thinking. 
You couldn’t forget the look on his face when you actually apologized in the middle of a heated argument. He was yelling about the distance you were creating between the two of you, telling you that you weren’t letting your love and relationship grow if you were going to continue to treat him like a monster and you snapped an apology in his face. 
It wasn’t sweet and demure, it didn’t even hold an ounce of regret, but it was an apology nonetheless and the last words he expected to come out of your mouth. 
You crossed your arms, looking away from him and when it took him a moment to regain himself, telling you that he was grateful that you were finally seeing reason, you held back the vicious words you wanted to hurl into his face. 
Oh, you loved when his face would twist in outrage or hurt or better yet a mix of the two. 
It meant nothing good for you or for your body the next day leading to the week after but sometimes you couldn’t ignore the momentary satisfaction of letting him know just how you felt. 
But you would endure. You would wait and bide your time for the one thing you’d wanted to do since you’d memorized the number of cracks in each of the four walls, restarting your count whenever he blew his top, taking his anger out on them instead of you. 
Tasman was smart. He was suspicious when the two of you began to argue less, a questioning look piercing your body. 
You didn’t yell until you lost your voice, you didn’t give him the silent treatment, or call him an awful monster, no. 
He was right. 
Yes, you were being selfish for refusing the gift that was his presence.
You were inconsiderate for not thanking him for stealing you away from your life, ruining any chance you had at peace and true happiness. 
He was so right when he told you that he knew what was best for the two of you and that when you denied it, you didn’t really know what you were saying. You were just confused. 
Selfish, inconsiderate, confused. Keeping up the facade was harder than you thought it’d be. 
Whenever he came to you, upset about something you did or some affection you didn’t give, you just mumbled out an apology, going back to doing whatever it was you were doing. 
Tasman felt complex. He didn’t understand why one moment he couldn’t get through to you and the next you understood what he’d been trying to get across so desperately for months. When he finally asked, you told him that you were tired of arguing. You were tired of not being happy. That maybe you had overreacted when he came back. That despite him not being able to get it right for the first eight lives the two of you spent together it would only hurt the two of you further if you continued to bring up the past. You wanted to move on, to start anew. To give the two of you a chance. 
You couldn’t explain the look on his face. 
It was hopeful. It was… something you might have fallen for had you not already come so far. 
It took some time getting used to your willing affection. 
He’d stiffen when you’d lean against him when the two of you were riding a horse to your next destination, not twisting in uncomfortable ways to avoid him. You accepted the meals he brought to you, going so far to make him tea when he seemed stressed. You didn’t stray too far away from the camp and when you did you didn’t throw a tantrum, telling him that he needed to give you space or that he was suffocating you. His hands were hesitant when they touched you but his desire quickly made him comfortable. You no longer sneered or pulled away, you would rest in his arms when he held you. Something he could only dream about the last few months. But his dream were becoming a reality. 
A part of him was suspicious, afraid that this was too good to be true that your behavior was a front to attempt another plan of escape but the other part of him, the hopeful part of him wanted to believe.
You wanted to be with him. You wanted to be happy with him. 
Lost in thought, he smiled when you came over, serving him your usual herbal tea. You said it was meant to relax him, and he’d definitely felt as if he was on cloud nine. Maybe being able to pull you into his lap as he did, was apart of his feeling of floating on air but he didn’t think about it too deeply. 
“Lover?” he began, resting his chin on your shoulder. 
You hummed, your usual response whenever he required your attention. 
What was he going to say? 
He felt like this was good to be true. He felt as if this was all a ruse and that you were hiding something deeper, something more sinister. 
Sure he felt off, but maybe he was just second guessing himself. Maybe everything was fine and he just couldn’t imagine happiness for himself. Maybe it had been so long that it seemed impossible but the two of you had nothing if not hope. Hope that you could finally get it right this time. Hope that you could understand a fraction of the feelings he has for you, even if you couldn’t return them… right now. 
“It’s nothing.” he said after a long pause, heaving out a sigh. “Just promise me something?”
Humming again, he gripped you tighter before saying, “Promise me that we’ll always be together like this.”
There was a short pause, he felt a small inkling of fear that grew insurmountably in the time it took for you to respond, but he let out a breath of relief that didn’t quite ease his worries when you finally said, 
“I promise.”
~*~
Tasman woke up and immediately knew that something was wrong. 
He’d been tired but he’d never felt anything like this. His body was heavy like lead, each muscle refusing to move and his eyes were heavy with exhaustion. It took all the strength in his body to blink and when his vision finally cleared he saw shadows dancing across the ceiling. 
His hearing might have been the one sense that hadn’t been impeded because he could hear the familiar song you used to sing when the two of you were younger. It’d been so long since the last time he’d heard it. 
It took a considerable amount of strength to turn his head and when he saw you, sitting in your familiar corner on the windowsill he felt his heart ache to call out to you, but it was difficult to swallow, to speak. 
You stopped humming when you heard his breathing turn ragged. 
Turning around, he didn’t like the unconcerned look in your eyes as you watched him. 
“You’re awake?”
“What… what did you do to me?”
Your expression didn’t change, glancing back towards the window as you pulled your legs closer. 
“I was worried that I’d get caught. I knew you were suspicious, but there wasn’t much I could do about that.”
“What did you do?” he asked, voice lacking his usual seething tone due to whatever you had done. He’d been too close to you for you to make deals with any dark mages. The time and effort it took would be too long, too strenuous and too obvious. 
This couldn’t be magic.
“Did you know the goddess created an entirely new system for your body?” you asked, voice curious as you rested your head on your knees. “It should’ve been obvious. Your body is impervious to the heat, cold, wind, sand, or snow, and most physical and magical attacks do nothing to hurt you.”
You frowned, “It’s unfair. It’s no wonder the demon king never defeated you in any of our past lives.”
Tasman’s breath was ragged. He didn’t want to know. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Answer me.”
Looking at him, he was unnerved with how unbothered you were. “I tested it out. How much poison I could feed you without you noticing before it started having an effect but it never worked. But of course I should’ve figured that lethal doses in regular people would do nothing to you.”
You laughed, humorless and dry as you shook your head. “Do you know the trouble I went to to make sure you wouldn’t pick up on it? And you were too eager at the opportunity of a relationship that you let me do it.” 
“You-You can’t hurt me. Whatever you did I’ll-”
You shook your head, almost disgusted. 
“Tasman, this was never about hurting you.” 
He watched as your feet slid down the windowsill, light illuminating the edges of your body. You took slow, measured steps as you spoke, a whisper of a smile on your face. 
“I prayed to the goddess that you wouldn’t feel it. That there was a chance, that for once in one of my lives I’d get what I wanted.” You felt yourself get emotional as you recalled everything you’d been through. “I waited for you. I wanted you to love me and I couldn’t have it. I wanted a new life and I couldn’t have it. I’ve tried everything, Tasman and you know what I've noticed. You were the reason for every misstep.” 
He tried shaking his head, tried telling you what he really meant what you meant to him. 
“I’m trying, I’ll try just please-”
You shook your head, the humorless laugh almost floating from your body. 
“It doesn’t matter. Do you really think that if you were willing to make things work it wouldn’t have happened by now? In any of our lives? It’s the goddess’s desire that we remain together and yet we can never make it work. You wouldn’t listen to me no matter how much I cried, screamed, protested that this wasn’t right. That you were hurting me.”
His throat was tight with emotion, pleading almost begging in the raspy tone of his. 
“Please, I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what was triggering his senses that something was wrong. It could’ve been whatever you had drugged him with but he had an ominous premonition. 
“You aren’t. If you were, we wouldn't be here right now and I wouldn’t have had to repeat myself so many times.” 
Shaking your head, he finally noticed the glint against the silver metal, watching as it raced before you put the hilt of the blade against your head. 
“You don’t listen. You don’t care what I have to say. I throw tantrums as far as you’re concerned. And the minute I leave you drag me back and treat me like a petulant child, scolding me for leaving your side.” 
You didn’t know if you were talking to yourself or if this was for him but you couldn’t stop. 
“When I want you, you want nothing to do with me and when I want nothing to do with you, I can’t get two seconds without you breathing down my neck.”
“What-”
“I want nothing to do with you and yet I have to force myself to tolerate your existence, tolerate you touching me, choke on the words you force down my throat just for the chance that you’d leave me alone long enough to find the right herb. Just long enough to not notice what I mixed in your drinks.”
His froze in realization. How long had you planned this?
“And it finally worked.” You smiled, coming near the bedside and crouching in front of him. You could see the anger in his eyes up close without fear that he’d lash out at you. 
“How could you do this to me?” 
You gave him a mock pout, cocking your head to the side. “Poor Tasman. It must’ve been so rough getting everything you ever wanted. Everyone’s love and affection, the power of the world at your fingertips, even my love!” For the first time you got angry. “You had my fucking love in your hands and you crushed it. You treated me as if I didn’t matter to you. And I guess at the end of the day, I don’t.” A harsh laugh escaped from your lips as you narrowed your eyes on him. “I’m no hero. There aren’t millions of people who are relying on me to defeat the big bad demon king. There wouldn't be riots in the street if I up and disappeared and there won’t be, because it isn’t the case for you. You won’t disappear. You’ll just keep coming up with new ways to make sure I’ll never be able to escape from you and they won’t bat an eye. Because you matter to people. You matter. Even if you’d abandon them the next day for your own selfish greed.”
“What are you going to do with that?” he asked, understanding his meaning when his eyes looked at the blade in your hand. 
You sneered, narrowing your eyes as you said, “Don’t worry. This isn’t for you.” 
It didn’t take him long to figure out what you meant. 
“Don’t. This is stupid. We’ll just start over and I’ll know. Let’s just work this out and we can-”
Standing, you brushed off your clothes, the gesture nervous as you looked down at the sharp blade. 
“It was never about you.” you said quietly. You gave a small smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. 
He was getting desperate. He couldn’t threaten you, he couldn’t beg or plead or say anything to convince you against this. 
“You promised.”
There was a pause and for a moment he felt that maybe you’d reconsider. That you’d realize that your behavior was hysterical and that you take a moment to calm down. 
“I did and I’ll keep my promise.”
Looking at him, you shook your head. 
“You said it yourself. We’ll just start over.”
The slow realization in his eyes was enough. 
“I want you to live with what you did to me. I want you to know that I'll never let you hurt me again.”
It happened before he could say anything. 
Your movements were sharp and jerky, stumbling after plunging the blade into your throat. 
He felt his soul cry out, begging his body to move, pleading to the goddess that he’d give anything, sacrifice anything if he could just get to you in this moment. He could heal you if you would just come a little closer, but you staggered against the windowsill, moving farther away, staring at him as you began to choke on your blood. 
He watched you suffer, watched your body twitch and fight against the pain, and watched as you finally went still. Leaning against the side of the windowsill, still staring at him. 
Tasman couldn’t move. 
His body wouldn’t listen to him. He felt tears slide down the side of his face as he choked on a strangled cry. 
He couldn’t move. 
He felt the overwhelming, aching desire to cradle you in his arms. To hold you close. To wipe the blood away from your face. To shut your accusing eyes but he couldn’t move. 
Whatever you had given him kept him in a docile state. Kept him still and feeling too guilty to look away from your eyes. Your soulless eyes. He could tell. He felt as if something was missing from his own as he continued to stare into the eyes missing life, the eyes he’d watch fade quickly. 
Too quickly. 
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