Can you maybe or if you want to make a season 7 yandere Scar fanfic? Like when he was the mayor?
Only if you want to!
And if this a bit awkward this is my first ever request that I made.
It's alright
This fuelled me. S7 was the first I watched from the beginning so it holds a special place in my heart.
I woke up, saw this request, and immediately wrote the whole thing.
The sheer amount of "I know what to do" was incredible, and I thank you very much for sending this one in.
It was very fun, and I do hope you enjoy it!
Corrupt
Oneshot
Contains: Yan!Scar, Yandere Tendancies (manipulation, guilt tripping, possessiveness), Angst, Married Couple
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As the ceiling smashes open you panic.
You weren't supposed to be out, let alone here of all places.
You duck under the table while the debris still blocks sight, Grian shooting you a worried look as you do.
"Well, well well, look what we have here." You can almost hear the smirk in your lovers voice.
He's been searching for this for months.
"Scar." Grian says, voice full of venom.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll give you three seconds to escape starting now." Scar begins the countdown, you can hear the other hermits rockets going off.
You have to try.
You stand, sprinting in the direction of where you know the exit.
You fire off a rocket, but your elytra doesn't unfold.
You don't lift into the air.
"Times up!" Scar says.
You freeze, back turned to him.
He can't recognise you like this.
You were sure to cover up any traces to you as best you could.
You borrowed clothes from the others specifically in case this happened.
"Just one hermit left. I didn't see you at the table."
You can hear his footsteps creeping closer.
Those perfectly shiny black shoes he always wears loud against the quartz floor.
You take in a deep breath, holding it.
Scar spins you around, smug smirk quickly falling into a frown once he sees your eyes.
He reaches up, ripping the mask from your face and pulling down your hood.
Now you exhale, the Mayor looking ever so displeased with you.
He stares for a second, eyes hard.
Hearing footsteps approach him from behind Scar smiles, stepping forward to pull you into a hug.
"Oh, Y/n. I'm so glad I found you. Those awful Mycelium Resistance supporters had no right to take you from your home. I'm so glad you're okay."
Mumbo and Bdubs look at each other, soft smiles on their faces.
They believe him.
"Come on Y/n, love of my life, let's get you home safe." He pulls back from the hug, and although the smile on his face is still present, the look in his eyes tells you just how much trouble you're in.
The trip home is painfully short, Scar holding your hand the entire flight back.
He knew if he let go you'd leave.
Once back he bids farewell to Mumbo and Bdubs, who insisted on escorting the two of you home.
"I'll be sure to drop off some diamonds for your help." Scar smiles, "I might not be in the office for a few days, I have to make sure Y/n is okay."
The others nod and say their goodbyes, leaving you and Scar alone.
Once they're out of sight Scar turns to you, ushering you inside the house.
"Go get changed." You hang your head and you do, returning to him as fast as possible.
"Good, now there's no visible signs of your betrayal." Scar takes your hand and leads you into the lounge.
He closes the windows and draws the curtains, not wanting anyone outside to know what's going on inside.
"What is my number one rule?" Scar asks you, removing his sash and monocle, placing them neatly on the coffee table.
"Don't leave the house without approved personelle and your permission." You mumble.
You broke that rule a number of times.
"Good, and what is number two?" He asks this time, removing his jacket as he did, the sash.
"Don't say or do anything that may ruin our public image." Scar nods, undoing the cuffs on his sleeves.
"So if you know both of those rules, tell me, Y/n, why I found you out alone, surrounded by people that are in the Mycelium Resistance no less. People that are and always have been against my mayoral campaign?"
You cast your eyes down.
Scar huffs, walking over.
"Answer me, my love."
"I never wanted you to be mayor. I wanted us to live a normal life, and you promised me we would, we'd be happy. You're not the same man you were, Scar. Your time in office has left you corrupt, hungry for profits over the people." Scar laughs, usually it would fill you with joy.
This time it fills you with dread.
"You helped me run for mayor, you helped me set everything up and now you tell me you never wanted that. Oh, you are funny." His smirk doesn't waver, nor does his attitude as he begins to pace before you.
"I'm not the bad guy here, you joined the bad guys." Scar says, "you joined them, you went against me. The man you married, happily betrayed over a thought of corruption that isn't even true." He stops, turning to you.
"Scar, I-"
"No." He chuckles, walking back over. "I see what's going on."
You take an involuntary step back, Scar following.
"If you were bored you could have just said so, I could have made sure you had things to do. Instead you betray me." His smirk disappears, instead replaced with a more neutral look.
You feel a pang of guilt strike you, his words hurt.
"You betray me, your husband, because you want to entertain yourself."
"Scar, listen, I love you and-" he cuts you off.
"You love me? You do?" You nod.
Of course you love him, you married him after all.
Sure, he doesn't always make the best decisions but.. you do love him.
"If you love me so much you'll listen very carefully to what I have to say next." You nod again.
He already feels betrayed by your actions, you don't want to make that any worse.
"Good, now. We're going lay out some new ground rules. First, unless it's with me you do not leave this house. Understand?"
It's more restrictive, you should have expected this.
You should have known your actions would lead here, but you thought you could get away with joining the Mycelium Resistance.
You thought he'd never know.
You thought wrong.
"I understand." You mumble, unhappy with the fact you're agreeing.
But you don't want to make things any worse.
"Second, you tell me everything you know about the Mycelium Resistance, I'll let you stay in contact with them through letters, but you tell me everything." His eyes are bright, he's clearly proud of the plan he came up with.
He knows you can't say no.
This time you don't verbally respond, opting to just nod your head instead.
"Excellent, now. Rule three. You don't ever call me corrupt again, because I'm not."
You open your mouth to protest, to tell him he is.
To tell him how many things have changed about him since he was elected mayor.
But you can't.
Once again, you find yourself silently agreeing.
Scar looks proud, proud and very smug.
"Good. I'm glad you could come to your senses." He smiles before turning and leaving the room.
You can hear him go upstairs, humming a little song.
Your favourite song, one the two of you used to dance to before he was elected.
Back when life was simpler.
You miss the old Scar, you still love the one you have but he's changed.
Things aren't as easy anymore.
You don't feel.. free.
"Miss me?" He smirks, entering the room again.
You feel your heart flutter at the familiarity of his outfit, the plain brown pants and off-white shirt a reminder of the man you fell in love with.
You smile softly, Scar coming over and wrapping you in his arms
You close your eyes, enjoying the moment while you can.
"You're safe with me, you know?" He begins, holding you just that little bit tighter. "That's why I can't let you go out alone anymore. I need you here, safe, mine. I love you."
"I love you too." You reply.
Opening your eyes is a mistake, your eyes landing on the coffee table where the vibrant purple suit jacket, blue sash and monocle lay, taunting you.
You close your eyes again but the colours are burned into your mind.
A reminder that this Scar, although he looks the same and sounds the same, is corrupt by power.
Power he has over the hermits, the shopping district.
Power he has over you.
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warnings. yan! true form sukuna, implied non/dub con: ( forced marriage and pregnancy ), kidnapping.
All of them looked at you.
You recognized those faces. And you tried to hide from them behind the mighty stature built of an abundance of muscles and cursed energy…
But, all of those familiar faces contorted differently, some not knowing how to react; some gaped wide as others felt pity when you were shoved in front of the king by those large hands you grew to loathe.
That cruel and selfish thing held a wide wry smirk as your body — so frail, yet heavy with a large bump wobbled embarrassingly and tired ahead… You couldn't bear to lift your crown to confront them, too mortified. Yet, they couldn't see that attempt, you only looked too weak to try in their eyes…
You felt it in your heart, deep down they had a sense — they knew what was going to happen soon as he left with you.
As much as they forever wished for your safety and honored your valor of vengeance, carrying on your name as the savior when Sukuna swore he'd seize havoc if he got what he wanted — to marry you and earn an heir, he'd settle with leaving all merciful. Leaving behind the chaos he caused and settling far from their territory with the only promise of you.
You remember that very doomsday when he held you with two bloodstained arms — blood of your own comrades who fought with all their might… weak legs dangling in the smokey air as flames erupted from buildings and screams begrudged through the entire city, you remember scraping at the tough skin, seemingly unbreakable, but in hopes he'd release you, you tried unduly before you could end up with no head… But fighting with the last of your might, you swear to this day you could still feel that very cruel squeeze to your sides as he stalked the others with ease, cursing a promise out you had never expected to hear, truthfully.
Almost all warfare seized. They all looked just as disgusted as they do now, just how they were watching the way you shivered when Sukuna’s leather-like tongue lapped over your neck to the whole side of your face as he panted out those very words you toss and turn from every night,
“Take too long to give an answer, I’ll kill another. Or, I will set ablaze to everyone if you don't.”
There was no winning.
Leaving with you far beyond the horizon and years to come, the people you once called family and friends were never to be seen again.
Sukuna wasn't as surprised as they were once they found his concealed empire plagued with cursed energy. He didn't even care, he already got what he wanted and they couldn't do a single thing about it. They knew that very well too.
Especially seeing how you lived now.
They tried to prepare themselves though, knowing his ruthless acts were to be brought upon you once you agreed — you didn't need to, but for the sake of countless lives and for the ones you cherished, you sacrificed yourself, a single life, to him without thought, and now you harbor a dreadful wedlock and bear a child.
Yuji’s face was the worst. He felt disgust and outrage – you poor thing. He couldn't imagine what you've gone through, especially now as you carried a half-being inside of you. Something mixed with the King of curses genes brewing into something undoubtedly revolting, something he couldn't conjecture how you had to submit to such monstrosity to get this far…
Megumi steps back, “Y/n…” You flinch. You haven't heard your name in years, only the title of being Sukuna’s wife dug a deep scar into the tissue of your brain.
Even the other members flinch.
But now, they had their eyes on you for long enough and Sukuna grabs your shoulder to reer you behind him again, right where you belonged.
“Interesting seeing you all.” The king stood tall; a pair of strong arms crossed over his chest as the others waved around smugly.
They knew his strength and didn't want to erase all the disarray you've went through to save them once, so they stepped back, cursing themselves as they did. Crossing boundaries they never thought they'd see, Sukuna knew it would be idiotic for them to waste your life if they dared to overstep it.
They couldn't do that to you.
Waving them off, “She's expected soon,” Ryōmen smacks his lips, keeping his chin up high and all eyes low as if he wasn't already towering over them, “Once that's out, she’ll be busy on the next – as promised.” You shiver, huddling behind the only thing you grew to get used to — so to speak, forced to.
Clinging to his side, you barely peek through his arms to catch their faces once again, but oh, how much you've missed them… Too repentant, weary eyes only tremble at the floor they creaked on, and the further they got, the longing to run alongside them and to be free worsened…
You squeeze your belly.
Shoving your ridden face into his naked back as your husband continued threatening them with your life, you remind yourself this was worth saving them… even if…
… You still needed to give him five more.
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