#yan!tasman
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yandere hero will now be jealous of every woman if his darling turns out to be a lesbian? will he try to "convince" her to love him, or will he give up?
I imagine this playing out in your teenage years when he can’t pass your avoidance of his insistent following and affections off as you playing hard to get anymore.
yan!hero x fem!lesbian!reader
TW: homophobia, suggests noncon, minors DNI
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“You’re not- You can’t be.”
You rose an eyebrow, wondering where he could be going with this.
“What do you mean, I can’t be.” you asked, crossing your arms.
“You just can’t.”
His tone was sharp and you could tell he was getting irritated. Tasman had been this way since he’d learned why you were so insistent on avoiding his affections.
He couldn’t accept it.
The two of you grew up and he stuck to your side like glue. You spent every second of every day together, completing your chores, hanging out, relying on each other for simple company. It would only be natural for things to progress further, which is why to some degree you could understand his unwillingness to let this go.
You remembered the dumbstruck face he wore when you finally came out with your confession, practically being forced out of you on one of the nights you’d finished your work in the bar. You were rushed, arms pinned to your sides as he tried to kiss you.
You screamed in the heat of the moment, struggling to get away from your attacker, but his familiar voice attempting to placate you left you stupefied. You don’t know why he thought it’d be romantic to catch you by surprise by attacking you.
“Come on,” he said, a hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. Your hands pressed against his chest, wondering how a teenage boy could be so strong as he refused to budge. “I’ve liked you for a really long time and I want us to be official.”
“Tasman, stop.” you said, pushing at the hand that was drifting a little too low, or gripping at your shirt when he attempted to slide his hand underneath it.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know you like me too.”
“No, I-”
“Just say you like me.” he whispered, leaning closer to kiss you and laughing when you turned your face away. “You don’t have to be so embarrassed. No one is here to laugh at us.”
“Tasman!” you yelled, head pressed against the barn door, hands shoved into his chest, as you tried to think of anything to calm the panic that threatened to lock your body until you were too constricted to move or speak or feel anything other than the overwhelming dread and fear at his touch.
“I think you’re a really nice guy, but I will never want to go out with you.”
He rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face as he cocked his head to the side.
“You don’t have to do that.”
You shook your head, not understanding what he was talking about. “Do what?”
“Play hard to get.”
“Oh my goddess.”
“I know the other girls might make it more difficult for you if they find out we’re going out, but-”
“I like girls!” you shouted.
The cocky expression finally faltered. “What?”
“I. Like. Girls. I’m not interested in you. I will never be interested in you. Please respect that.”
His grip loosened just enough in his shock and it gave you enough time to escape. You ran, afraid that he’d snap out of his dumbfounded stupor and chase you down to continue his rant, but lucky for you, you made it home. It didn’t stop him from coming to your door the next day, demanding to see you before he all but forced himself inside your “room” to continue the conversation now that he had his wits about him. To your surprise, it was more denial.
“I just don’t understand.”
You’d been talking in circles and it was getting you nowhere.
“What is there to not understand? I like girls. It’s as simple as that.”
“Stop saying that. It’s not true.”
Getting annoyed, you attempted to storm past him, refusing to have this conversation, but he caught your arm, pulling you back before you could leave.
“Wait, I just meant that we have a special connection.”
“Sure,” you said. “As friends when you aren’t being an asshole.”
“No, I mean- Don’t you think we can at least try? You might change your mind.”
You yanked your arm out of his grip, telling him that if he was going to continue acting like this, you wouldn’t speak to him.
It was weird not having him by your side.
You got up early on your own now, releasing the cows and chickens to wander, grooming the horses, milking, picking, plucking, shearing, all things you and he did together, but now you were alone. It was ridiculous, but you felt lonely without his incessant chatter. Your days felt boring and the work was a lot harder without him by your side. Sure it was frustrating for him to make constant passes at you and you hated how uncomfortable it was after rejecting anything that could be mistaken to be anything more than friendly affection, but you couldn’t deny you missed his presence. Though if getting him back meant giving him what he wanted, you wouldn’t concede. It would just make it that much easier for him to illegitimize your personal convictions.
You’d catch him staring at you. He seemed to do it often now that the two of you weren’t really talking. He never seemed embarrassed to be caught, so you were left to break the uncomfortable gaze, going back to half-listened conversations. You ignored the questions about why the two of you weren’t as close as before, asking if the two of you had fought. It didn’t matter.
He would come to his senses and hopefully things could go back to the way they were.
You’d been assigned the closing chores and although you normally were able to finish twice as fast since a certain someone was always by your side, it took longer since you were alone. You sighed, continuing to recognize the loss his absence had, but you tried not to think about it. Tried to stop yourself from frowning whenever you thought of how lonely it made you feel.
After herding the animals in to their respective pens and putting the horses in the barn, you turned to lock the barn and call it a night, but Tasman was standing there, silent.
“Tasman!” you exclaimed, a nervous laugh erupting as you held your chest. “You scared me. Why didn’t you say something?”
He didn’t respond.
It was awkward, watching him watch you without a word, but you decided it was the perfect chance to let him know how you felt.
“I’ve missed you.” you said honestly, wiping your sweaty calloused hands on the pants you were wearing as you took a step closer. “Things haven’t really been the same without you.”
“I’ve missed you too.” he said.
You smiled, feeling something bloom in your heart, thinking maybe he was coming around to seeing things your way. That he would apologize and put all of what happened behind the two of you.
“Go out with me.” he said, the smile fading as your expression turned cold.
“We already talked about this.” you said, crossing your arms. “You know why we can’t.”
“But I don’t! How do you know this isn’t just a phase? That you’re just looking for an excuse because you’re scared to be with me?”
You scoffed, feeling resentment beginning to build. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t look at him and hear those words from him if your wanted to preserve any semblance of the relationship the two of you built.
“I’m not talking about this if you refuse to listen.” you said. You went to exit the barn, but he pulled you closer, cupping your face in his hands before kissing you.
Your hand came up before you could stop yourself, slapping him across the face. He didn’t seem to register your refusal as he caught you wrist in his hand before he was pulling you closer.
“Tasman, stop.”
“I can fix you.”
“Tasman!” you growled, backing away and wrenching your hand in his grip, though he refused to let you go.
“I can fix you. I can fix it. I can fix it.” he said, sounding possessed. He was looking beyond you, to something you couldn’t hope to see as his words became more desperate, more driven.
You protested when you felt yourself being dragged towards the mountain of hay you just raked together before he shoved you back and you felt the air escape from your lungs as you landed. Scrambling to sit up, you felt paralyed with fear at the entranced expression on his face.
“What are you doing?” you asked, your throat constricting with what you didn’t want to imagine would happen next. What you couldn’t imagine that he would do.
Tasman was your best friend.
“I can fix it.” he repeated, sounding like a broken record as he caught your ankle to stop your backward retreat. “Just give me a chance.”
#yandere#yandere oc#yandere x you#male yandere#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#ask#yandere male#yan!tasman#yandere hero#yandere hero x reader
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Tasman Valley, Aoraki/Mount Cook National Park, New Zealand
Photo credit: Yan Zhang, New South Wales
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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
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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.
#yandere#yandere oc#yandere x you#male yandere#yandere x gn reader#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#yandere male#ask#gn reader#yan!tasman#yandere hero#hero yandere
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Hero!Yandere x Reincarnated GN!Reader
TW: kidnapping, mentions of violence, mentions of death, infantalization, no minors plz
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You smiled brightly, following the arch with your eyes. This was it. You were finally going to leave here. You’d lived in this small town all of your life and you were finally moving on to bigger and better things. There was nothing holding you back anymore.
You took one step and froze when your eyes met his.
Tasman.
He was waiting in the archway. You hated to admit it, but it was as if he was expecting it. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be off, defeating the demon king with his merry band of fellow heroes.
Smiling, Tasman walked closer before kissing you on the cheek.
“Hi lover, how have you been?”
“Tasman, what are you doing here?”
He smiled, taking your hand in his as he lead you further into the village.
“We need to talk.”
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“What was I supposed to do‽” you demanded, breathing hard as you clenched your fist. It’d become obvious that Tasman had placed a tracking spell on you before he left. It alerted him when you were nearing the edge of the village and he’d only appeared so quickly because you’d never been outside the village before.
In none of your lives.
“Was I supposed to wait for you to come back?” You laughed bitterly. It was impossible to cover up you disdain. “I’d be old and wrinkled, in love and stupid because I believed that you would actually come back for me.”
“Don’t say it like that.” He tried to come forward, placing a hand on your arm, but you slapped it away.
“No!” You moved away from him, crossing your arms as you looked at the luggage he had been so kind to bring back to your house. “I’m not interested in hearing your excuses! I don’t care if you still loved me or love me! I loved you and it broke my heart to hear how you eventually ended up getting married to anything with a skirt.”
“You don’t understand.”
Your laugh was almost hysterical as you cut him off. “The princess? A political marriage encouraged by the king. How could the honorable hero say no?”
He shook his head, but you didn’t acknowledge it. You gathered your things as you continued your rant. “But then there was the priestess acting as a saint of the kingdom and even though in ever other timeline she was forbidden to marry, what are the odds that you beat them? Pretty fucking great apparently. Nothing is too hard for the hero.”
Disgust and anger was obvious in your tone but what Tasman felt most was hurt, oozing from every word you said.
“The mermaid in one of your little side adventures, the Fae queen who was mysteriously drawn out of hiding. Even the demon lord got a chance! But me?” You shook your head as you glared at him. “The childhood best friend, forever to only be an afterthought in your story.”
Tasman was quiet. He couldn’t deny that there was an immense truth to your words, but he didn’t want to accept what you were trying to say.
You understood the feeling of fading hope too well. You’d grown old time and time again, believing in the lie called true love. Your heart grew colder with each life you spent waiting for a future that you never got to have.
“I’m tired of living for you, Tasman. I’m tired of waiting and passing up on the opportunities to escape this lonely, shitty life of mine. I’m not doing it anymore.”
You walked to the door, but his hand easily held it closed.
“Don’t go. Let’s talk about this.”
You turned, pushing him away in anger but he didn’t budge.
“I don’t want to talk. I want to leave. I want to get on with my life without you in it.”
“Don’t say that.” Tasman begged. He pulled the bag off of your shoulders despite your protests, pulling you further into the house.
“I want you to exist safely. I understand that it’s hard being away from me, but can’t you see that I can’t be with you as long as the demon lord exists? I’m just asking you to wait.”
“I’ve waited!” you exploded. “For eight of my fucking lives I waited for you. In each one you completed your mission and didn’t come back for me.” It hurt to say, but it was the truth. You continued to remind yourself of it so you’d never go back. No matter how many times you fell in love with him, you couldn’t forget the many versions of broken hearts you experienced, each more painful than the last. You felt foolish to fall for the same person, time and time again, but you finally decided that enough was enough.
You’d let him go. You had to.
~*~
Tasman walked into the messy room; it looked like a hurricane passed through before he got there.
He stepped over the scattered debris, pretending as if they weren’t even there as he sat next to the glaring you. If he noticed your heated gaze, he didn’t acknowledge it.
He continued to smile, uncovering an appetizing platter of fruit.
“You haven’t been eating much lately. The chef said fruit shouldn’t be too hard on your stomach.”
He stabbed a strawberry with a fork before holding it near your mouth. “Your favorite.”
You slapped the fork out of his hand, hearing it clatter onto the ground before the strawberry rolled away. You crossed your arms, looking away from him.
The smile didn’t leave his face as he went to pick up the fork. Setting it down slowly, you jumped in alarm when the table suddenly cracked. He pulled his hand away, the place where his fingers had been crumbling into dust.
“Luckily, I brought another fork.” He said in a quiet voice. He picked up another strawberry, the smile on his face morphing as he brought it close to you once again. “Open wide!” He said in a sickly sweet tone.
You didn’t want to admit it, but you were afraid of him.
He’d whisked you away, deciding that you were throwing a tantrum because you hadn’t seen him in so long. He could’ve left you in the village, forcing you to stay by placing a barrier around you, but he decided he wanted to mend your relationship. It didn’t matter that you complained, that you screamed when he grabbed you around the waist before carrying you like luggage out of the village. The locals watched the spectacle, women covering their mouths in shock as others looked on. No one would stand in the way of the hero after all.
His party looked shocked when he brought you back to their base, unafraid to ask questions until a piercing look shut them all up. He wouldn’t be questioned about the mysterious stranger he was locking in his bedroom.
You never expected violence from Tasman, but you should’ve assumed that it was natural for him considering the number of people he killed in the name of justice. He was the hero and the hero always put the people’s needs before his own.
But only if it meant keeping you by his side.
You’d try to talk to the other members of his party, begging them to help you, to allow you a chance to escape if they didn’t want to get directly involved, but you were promptly informed of the treaty that Tasman had made with the king of your country.
The country would turn a blind eye to one citizen being held against their will and in return their hero would defeat the demon king. You could’ve appealed. You wanted to. But that would never happen. Tasman refused to let you leave his room until you proved to him that you could behave and the country would never choose a citizen over their beloved hero. You could imagine the looks you’d receive for even suggesting that they choose you over their savior.
It was for the greater good.
You should’ve been happy. There were people falling over their feet just to get a glimpse at the hero and yet you were sitting here, ungrateful to be blessed with his pampering. He would take over the world for you if you asked, but you would rather the world be destroyed for a taste of freedom?
It was selfish.
You were selfish. It was his favorite words to say whenever you begged him to let you go. He was out, risking his life for the sake of the world, fighting as hard as he could for a chance to come back to you, and you wanted to leave him.
“Don’t do this.” he said, when you continued to ignore his prodding. “How am I supposed to fight if I’m constantly worrying over your health? You have to eat.” When you continued to refuse him, you felt the words come before he even said them.
“You’re being selfish.”
You knew by now that there was no point in arguing with him. No matter how much truth existed in your words, they’d immediately be brushed away as he shushed you. Cooing about how wrong you were. He told you time and time again that he just wanted to protect you. About how there were big, bad things out there in the big, bad world you lived in and how this was the only way he could keep you safe.
It didn’t matter how many times you lived to see death knocking at your door, hands withered from the experience of life. He knew best. He knew what was right for you. You would be happy if you just listened to him.
If you just gave in.
It didn’t matter that he was essentially threatening to let the world burn if it meant that he couldn’t have you. He’d told you time and time again how important you were to him. He’d threaten you, yell at you, call you selfish.
It was your fault that people were dying. He could save them if only you would listen to him. If only you would eat or let him hold you. Little concessions on your part meant the preservation of mankind. How inconsiderate could you be to think you mattered more than that?
His selfishness didn’t matter because he was the greater good. If you didn’t give into what he wanted, he was willing to show you just how selfish he could be.
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yandere hero x gn reader x yandere king
tw: mentions death, descriptions of death, slight gore, victim-blaming, infantilization, NO minors
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There wasn’t much to pack.
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen the bags you planned on taking with you when you planned to leave that dreary village of yours, but you were sure Tasman had gotten rid of them to destroy any hopes you had of leaving him.
You supposed he assumed you’d be less likely to escape if you had nothing to your name, but the longer he treated you as a helpless child who could do nothing without him, the more you considered how little you really needed to start a new life somewhere different, somewhere devoid of false heroes and tyrannical kings. It would have to remain a distant dream as long as he watched you like you could disappear any moment. You couldn’t blame him. It was all you talked about these days. Which only justified his rough treatment of you this morning.
His party had received a mission. A beast of unknown origins was decimating lands that were getting dangerously close to the villages on the border and the king needed the hero to go and save the people.
A real hero would’ve seen it as an honorable duty. He would give nothing to make sure the citizens of the kingdom were safe, but Tasman had a bad habit of defying the ideas of what a real hero should be.
When he received the summons, you felt the air around you get heavy. You didn’t have to guess what it was about as the king seemed to send more and more these days and you wanted to shrink under his heated gaze.
Crumpling the paper in his fist, he walked towards you, placing a gentle hand on your cheek.
“Lover, I hate to leave you but we’re being sent to the border to handle a crisis.”
These words would usually fill you with immense joy. With Tasman gone, your mind flooded with possibilities of starting a new life somewhere. You’d find a witch and hide your presence, change your appearance, dye your hair. You would happily give up your current identity if it meant successfully running away from him. You didn’t think you could handle his attention or his affections if he caught you after another failed attempt.
But it was useless to hope.
He’d gotten smarter after your last attempt and he’d found another caretaker that was just as bad if not as worse as he was.
From the miserable look in his eyes, you knew he’d prefer not to have to do it either, but he couldn’t trust anyone else to keep watch over you.
He leaned in closer, tipping up your chin as he kissed you softly. You were used to his affection, If anything you were grateful that he wouldn’t demand more considering how long he would have to leave you and who he was leaving you with, but he seemed distracted.
“I wish I could take you with me.”
The words instilled fear in your body the moment they left from his parted lips, but you had to remind yourself that he wouldn’t.
He’d tried to defy the king’s order to hand you over and brought you along to one of his expeditions. He reasoned that he could protect you a lot better if you remained at his side and he was proven wrong.
He was the hero. He wasn’t god.
He couldn’t get to you fast enough as your body was ripped apart by the dog-like monster that ambushed the party one night during one the last expeditions he decided to bring you on. Teeth sunk into your leg and you felt excruciating pain as you became intimately familiar with what your bones looked like. It shook its large head, shaking you like a rag doll and you’d begged to die in that moment.
It didn’t happen.
Tasman reached you, but not as soon as you would’ve liked. The monster was dead the moment he’d landed a blow, but he was horrified as he looked at your mangled body. Holding you carefully in his arms, he cried, muttering apologies for the duration of the healing process.
It hurt. It was excruciating. You could feel your bones reattach and muscle expand and grow in a matter of minutes as he made it as if it never happened in the first place. Being put back together almost hurt as bad as being ripped apart and after witnessing the haunted look in your eyes that didn’t even fade with time, he swore he’d never bring you on another mission. You would be somewhere safe. Somewhere he wouldn’t have to worry over your safety. It was a somewhere that wouldn’t exist for as long as he refused to let you go.
He’d tried to leave you with a party member, but as loyal as they were to him, you were an eyesore. You took advantage of the poor hero’s love for you and twisted his mind, tempted him in ways that morphed his kind and gentle nature into something that was cold and harsh.
You didn’t mind their blind adoration. You didn’t mind the awful words or angry jabs. As long as they were stupid enough to not recognize the monster he was, you saw it as an opportunity to abscond his watchful eye.
They were too willing to let you go. Or at least, the first member of his party had been.
When Tasman ultimately found you and dragged you back, you were horrified to find their entrails hanging from the large hole he’d put in the wall. It was a gruesome sight, one that you wouldn’t forget as long as you lived.
No matter how nasty they acted towards you, you never wanted to be responsible for someone’s death. His party members only got worse after that incident.
It wasn’t the noble Tasman’s fault for killing his own party member in cold blood, no.
You led him to make that decision. If you would’ve stayed put and did as you were told their party member would still be alive.
You could only blame yourself. Especially for your current predicament.
Tasman brought you to the palace, hoping to get approval from the king for the imprisonment of anyone who chose to hide you.
The king sat lazily on his throne, clearly at odds with the hero.
He questioned why was it so hard for the hero to keep an eye on one person when he was blessed with the Mother’s gifts. With a sigh, he asked who it was that was able to capture the standoffish hero’s heart and when you lifted your head to meet the king’s gaze your heart dropped at the look of keen interest in his eyes. It was all too familiar and Tasman seemed to notice it too.
He looked back and forth, gritting his teeth before he broke eye contact between the two of you by grabbing your hand and dragging you out the door.
There was only so long that he was able to avoid the king’s summons. He was the hero, but the king was the head of the nation and if he wanted to operate freely he’d acquiesce to the king’s gracious offer.
There wasn’t much normal knights could do against the hero, but if he wanted to maintain his honorable facade he’d have to give in.
The first time you were left in the king’s care, it passed without any issues. You were granted a fancy guest room and there were maids waiting on your hand and foot. You’d pass by the king on your walks through the garden but other than the standard greeting, he did nothing. You thought maybe you were overreacting.
Tasman grilled you about the time spent in the palace and after you told him that nothing of note happened, he seemed distrustful but he was relieved he found you in one piece.
The next time you were dropped off to your glorified babysitter, you’d thought you’d get a chance to escape but when you attempted to leave the palace you were stopped by the palace guards. They told you that you weren’t allowed to leave without express permission from the king.
Later that day, you were summoned to the king’s chambers. His excuse was that he was finished with his work for the day and he didn’t mind hosting you in his sitting area.
It made you apprehensive and it only worsened your fears as you sat across from him, avoiding his heated gaze. He didn’t seem to mind being dressed only in a bathrobe and if he could tell that you were uncomfortable he didn’t show it.
“My butler tells me you tried to go outside?”
Smiling nervously, you nodded your head. “Yes, your highness.”
“Are you displeased with the service in the castle? I’ll have the maids punished if they’re neglecting you.”
You were frozen in fear. You didn’t want someone else to get in trouble because of you.
“No, your highness! Everyone’s been taking really good care of me.”
“Then why?” he asked, arms spread as he cocked his head to the side. He was watching you carefully and asked so abruptly you couldn’t help but feel that you wouldn’t be able to lie to him.
“Is it the hero?”
Your head shot up before you could stop yourself and you didn’t like the smug expression on his face.
“I know you want to leave from his side, but you should be a little less obvious about it doll.”
You felt your face get hot in embarrassment, not expecting to be talked down upon.
“If you need refuge, I would be more than happy to offer assistance.”
Assistance, sure.
This was coming from the same man that gave Tasman permission to imprison you. You weren’t foolish enough to believe in the king’s “kind” offer. Nothing came without a price and you weren’t willing to leave one prison just to enter another.
“I apologize if my behavior has been misleading your highness, but I’d like to respectfully decline your offer. I’m happy with Tasman.”
His expression didn’t change. He watched you for an unbearably long time before he dismissed you. You couldn’t be sure but you thought you hear him whisper about you being smarter than you looked.
Of course it wasn’t enough to turn away his interest. He’d send you flowers and desserts when he didn’t send for you personally to take walks in the garden.
You’d spend time talking about random things, mostly life in the palace and how good you could have it if you decided to come over to his side but you tried to ignore it for the most part.
You felt true fear when he embraced you in a private part of the garden, claiming his love and adoration for you. You tried your best to turn him down but he only held you tighter, threatening you in horrible ways if you tried to say no.
He only let you go when your body began to shake.
You couldn’t handle this.
Tasman was bad enough but now the king wanted to claim you too?
He apologized, caressing your face as his uncaring eyes watched you. Kissing your hand, he left you to regain your bearings.
You went to your room as quickly as you could. Launching yourself into your bed, for the first time you wishes that Tasman was by your side.
He knew something had happened when he came to pick you up.
His eyes were tired and you could tell he was bracing himself after you’d been upset to see him return.
You could tell you surprised him when his eyes widened, almost awkward as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Lover?” he began, his voice soft and strange as it’d been a while since he felt he could be soft with you.
“Take me home.” you said. “Please.”
He didn’t argue, making a mental note to ask you about it later, he whisked you away.
He wouldn’t destroy the country or take the king’s head as you feared he would. Tasman simply held you close and promised that he would always keep you safe and as much as he hated it, it meant you would continue to be dropped off to the king’s waiting arms.
As long as you remained desperate to return to his side, he could convince himself that it was for your good.
You saw it in the way his eyes lit up at your devastated expression that only became more afraid each time he picked you up.
The king cornered you in places you didn’t even think to go and it was to the point where you weren’t comfortable leaving your room anymore.
Tasman asked you each and every time if the king had done something to you, but he hadn’t.
Threats that weren’t really threats, affection that would’ve been seen as simply being kind to anyone else’s prying eyes. Even if he had forced you in some way, you sensed there was some unspoken agreement between the two of them as Tasman dropped you off.
It was ugly and twisted but there was no leaving. Either one of them.
You were stuck as always with no peace in sight.
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Hiiii I really loveed the Yandere hero can you do a part 2 of it??
TW: depictions of death, claustrophobia, hallucinations, minors DNI
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He wasn’t your hero. Not when his version of saving you meant locking you in his room, the four walls pressing in, threatening to suffocate if you didn’t escape this place soon.
You swore the longer you stayed in this prison, the closer the walls got. It wouldn’t be long before you could no longer reach your arms out, or turn around. The glass from the window would shatter and you wouldn’t be able to avoid shards of glass embedding themselves into your feet. Your mind was stained with visions of blood draining from your body, filling the room in waves of scarlet as it found its way back to you through your lungs. It was silly to think you had enough blood to drown in, but the random taste of copper always put you on edge. You supposed you should stop chewing the skin off of your thumb. It was keeping the taste of blood fresh in your mind, but you couldn’t help it. You would either bleed to death or the walls would enclose further, getting closer and closer until you were crushed between them. Deathly pale or unrecognizable. You didn’t want to find out which would happen first.
You were getting out of here.
You considered escaping out of the window. Tasman had made sure you wouldn’t be able to open it by breaking off the lever that unlocked it, something that had made you feel hopeless before, but it was glass. If you threw a chair into the window, you were sure it would break. Sure, you’d have to climb over it in order get out of the window, but a few scrapes here and there was preferable to bleeding to death. The other dilemma was the noise it would make. You couldn’t escape while Tasman was here, but you were sure that whoever he’d tasked with keeping an eye on you would burst in at the first sign of trouble and you didn’t want to think about what he’d do if he caught you.
That left convincing one of his insufferable party members to let you go. They practically worshiped him, not phased in the slightest after learning about his hostage and none of their gazes were sympathetic when you begged for help. They viewed you as a nuisance.
You hated it.
It wasn’t like you asked to be here. You had the misfortune of growing up with a psychotic, obsessive asshole who hid his teeth with innocently sweet smiles. It made you feel stupid to have been so trusting when he had given you every reason not to believe in him and now here you were.
Stuck.
There was no point in assigning blame. You could get mad at yourself for not realizing the monster you thought was your childhood friend had disguised intentions. You would get angry at him for kidnapping you and trying to force you to behave as a lover might.
You had naively fallen in love after promises of devotion and affection, but now the only devotion you recognized was his to keeping you confined here. Any hints of affection were crushed the moment he tried. You were unable to stand him touching you. The only reason you tolerated his presence was because you were forced to, unable to do otherwise.
He’d try to embrace you after coming back from a mission or hold you closer when you were sleeping, but you’d pull away, ducking under an embrace or going to sleep on the couch in the far corner of the room.
Tasman would get silent, the same smile still present on his face but lacking its previous enthusiasm.
You refused to feel bad. You could put up with pouting if it meant you didn’t have to entertain his bullshit. Especially after his kicked puppy act ended after a week, devolving into heated arguments.
He would call you selfish, telling you that your callous behavior was unappreciated to which you would respond by telling him to go fuck himself.
He didn’t like that.
“What do you think this behavior is going to achieve?” he asked you, crossing his arms. His smile was gone. Replaced with an annoyed scowl, an expression that you preferred. “I’m making efforts to fix our relationship and you refuse to see that.”
“I want to leave, Tasman. I want to go outside and breathe, remember what the sky looks like.”
“The window doesn’t give you a clear view?”
“Fuck you!”
“You are throwing a tantrum and acting like a child. I’m sorry if it feels like I’m not taking your emotions seriously, but how do you expect me to react when you behave like this?”
“I don’t know! Like a decent human being, maybe? One who doesn’t lock their supposed lover in a room for months. One whose first instinct isn’t to guilt trip whenever I won’t give you want you want! Someone who doesn’t delude themselves into thinking that this is love!”
Slamming his hand into the wall, you jumped as cracks erupted, debris falling and threatening to crush you if he put anymore strength into his fist.
“You’re mine. You will always be mine.”
Tasman had never gotten this angry. Sure, he lost control here and there but he’d never exploded like this before. He preferred to remain cool and composed, wearing a carefree smile as if nothing in the world bothered him. But you were clearly getting under his skin. Looking at him, you were afraid and it only hardened your resolve.
“I don’t want to be with you.”
He grit his teeth, jaw clenching so hard you could feel the ache in his jaw, but after a moment, he smiled.
“I’ll give you some time to calm down. Hopefully you’ll be a little more reasonable by then.”
You let out a shuddering breath when he left, feeling a surge of adrenaline and a renewed desire to escape. He was going somewhere to let off some steam and considering his strength and lack of strong opponents, it would take a long time for him to calm down.
This was the only chance you would have.
Looking around the room, you bit your lip before rushing to grab the chair sitting in the corner of the room.
You wouldn’t know what to do about the glass. You didn’t know how you were going to get down from the second floor, but you needed to try.
You wouldn’t just try. You would do it.
Taking a deep breath, you gripped the chair until your knuckles were white. You weren’t as strong as the hero’s party but you had enough strength to break a glass window. You grit your teeth, lifting the chair before swinging it back.
“How do you plan to get down?”
You faltered in your steps, chair slipping from your hands in shock and you winced when it slammed into your leg. Your head whipped towards the door and noticed Beater standing in the doorway. He was the tank in the hero’s party and the next desired bachelor after Tasman. You knew he wasn’t particularly fond of you and having been caught put a pit of worry in your belly.
Would he tell Tasman? What was going to happen to you? You couldn’t imagine how this situation could get any worse, but knowing him you were sure he’d find a way.
“Are you going to rat on me?” you asked, feeling bitterness begin to clog your senses. Your tongue was stuck to the roof of your mouth and you struggled to choke the biting anger down.
“I could.” he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “He’d be angrier than when he left and it’ll put our party in a tight spot. He’ll want to spend his time with you instead of traveling with us, but he’d be grateful.
Or I could leave. Pretend that I was in the bathroom and you just so happened to make it past me on my way back and escaped without me even realizing you’d left the room.”
You stood, speechless, wondering if that was actually something he was considering letting you do. You wouldn’t have to break the window, you wouldn’t have to worry about glass, you could walk out of here on your own two feet.
A surge of hope rushed into your body and you couldn’t help but think that maybe you had misjudged Tasman’s party members. That it was just his bad influence rubbing off on the rest of them.
“Why would you do this for me?”
“Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t for you.” His face twisted in a sneer as he looked you up and down. “With you around, Tasman won’t give the rest of us the time of day. I’m sure I’m not the only one who’ll be glad when you aren’t in the picture.”
Another groupie.
You supposed you shouldn’t be surprised, but there was no end to the list of people that seemed to worship that man you couldn’t wait to get away from. You were grateful. Beater had his own agenda, but at least it was helping you escape.
“Thank you.” you said, releasing your grip on the chair as you rushed past him.
He didn’t spare a glance in your direction, shutting the door behind him as you bolted from the room.
You didn’t know where you were going. You didn’t know how you were going to get to this unknown place. You only knew that you had to get out of here. Looking around the bustling streets, markets spreading from corner to corner with vendors calling out the prices and luxuriousness of their wares, it wasn’t hard to guess that you were in the capital city. You always had dreams of visiting when you were younger. Dazzled by the idea of leaving your small village and discovering something bigger, grander in store for you. You never did. Tasman asked you to wait and wait you did. You were a foolish child.
Shaking the bleak thoughts from your mind, you set your sights on someone that seemed to be heading towards the wide, open gates near the cities entrance. After failing the first couple of run-ins, you felt your heart surge in your chest when a man agreed to let you ride in the back of his wagon. He was heading southwest to pick up more goods to bring to the city and would take you as far as he could.
As you rode on top of the hay, you thanked the Mother, slowly feeling yourself drift off despite the anxious rhythm of your heartbeat.
It was dark. You didn’t know where you were, but you figured it hadn’t been long since you’d fallen asleep. You knew this you were dreaming, but for some reason you got a strong impression that you were experiencing something undeniably real.
The sound of children’s laughter drew your attention as the darkness transformed into a simple town. Two of them ran past you as they chased a bouncing yellow ball. The streets weren’t as busy as the capital city’s, but it was alive and bustling with life. You turned as people called your name, dazed at first before you began to smile and wave at those who seemed familiar.
There was a strong sense that this was home.
You’d made a place for yourself here. You had friends among the people that recognized you and you could only hope that there was a significant other in the picture, but at the thought, the bouncing yellow ball rolled in your direction, bumping against your leg. You looked around for the children that were chasing it and they were nowhere in sight. In fact, the once bustling city felt like an eerie ghost town.
You bent down the pick up the ball, gasping as it fell from your hands at the sight of blood splattered on the other side. Your eyes couldn’t help but watch it roll away, into someone else.
Tasman, you realized. He didn’t move. He stood there watching you and he was crying, covered in blood.
The air was stale. You felt as if you were choking as smoke charred your lungs. There was an unimaginable heat that began to press its way towards you, but all you could think about was his words echoing in your brain as the city began to burn all around you.
“Why did you leave me?” he cried. “I didn’t want to, but you forced my hand. You made me do this.”
A hand shook your shoulder and you jolted awake, scratching at your throat with wide eyes before you slowly regained sense of where you were. You felt slightly embarrassed at the sight of the man staring at you as if you had grown three heads.
“We’re here.” he said in a gruff voice, leaving you to get your bearings and get off of his wagon.
You thanked the kind stranger, watching as he pulled further into the town before slowly going to follow. You had no money. You couldn’t buy yourself a place to the stay for the night, but that seemed like less of a worry after finally gaining freedom.
Your stomach growled loudly and you considered that maybe it was a more pressing concern than you were willing to admit, but couldn’t help the hope that radiated off of you in waves at the thought of starting over in a new place.
Something bumped into your foot and the small smile disappeared from your face as you watched two children run past you to chase after a yellow ball.
You don’t know why, but the sight of it made you feel dizzy and light headed. You would’ve toppled over if a woman hadn’t gripped your forearm to hold you steady.
“Are ya alright dear?” she asked, a warm face of concern. You couldn’t speak. Your words were caught in your throat and you were unsure what to say to make this woman think you were anything but a few screws loose. “I run the inn just right there. Why don’t you come in an’ regain your bearin’s?”
You didn’t have much of a choice as she tugged you along, looking back your eyes couldn’t help but land on the backs of the children, running without a care in the world.
“My name’s Sammie an’ me an’ my husband own this little run down inn.” she said as she placed a hot plate of food in front of you. Your eyes widened, practically drooling at the sight of food. It may have been a little childish to starve yourself to get under Tasman’s skin because you were most certainly feeling the effects of it now.
“Oh, I can’t pay for this.” you said, a tinge of worry in your voice. You didn’t want to turn away this lady’s kindness, but if she suddenly gave you a bill that you couldn’t afford you were sure to gain her ire.
“No worries, darlin’! It’s on the house.”
A bit of the anxiety coating your heart lifted as you thanked her, lifting the spoon before devouring what was your plate.
It was a simple meal in comparison to the things that Tasman offered you. A plate of lightly salted grits, a slice of cheese to the side that you could melt in said grits, bunny sliced apples, and what you figured was a type of meat. What they were lacking in luxury, they insurmountably made up for in warmth and friendliness. Sammie left you to yourself, going to help out other customers and give you a chance to regain your bearings and you were grateful. She wasn’t hounding you for a backstory, not wondering where you came from, and she didn’t ask. Her face was all warm smiles, a nice change from the cold, spiteful stares you received when you’d be allowed to leave the room you were forced to stay in. It happened once a blue moon, but you always felt the pressing urge to return.
No one wanted to go where they weren’t wanted.
Shaking the depressing thoughts from your mind, you picked up your plate to bring it to the front. You were sure that Sammie would come around to gather the dirty dishes, but you wanted to thank her.
You went toward the counter, a smile finally begin to emerge on your face after what seemed like an eternity, when what sounded like an explosion, shook the ground and blew out the windows in the inn. People were screaming and in your heart of hearts there was no denying the unnatural phenomena.
He had found you.
“Come out.” his voice called, taking on a dark quality that you were unfamiliar with. Ignoring his words, you set the plate down before going to slowly hide behind the counter.
“I know you’re here. I’m giving you the chance to do the right thing while I’m still being nice.”
You couldn’t tell where he was, but his voice projected clearly for you to hear.
He was angry.
You ducked down, holding your knees to your chest. You looked to your right and froze when you noticed Sammie cowering behind the counter as well.
These people were in danger because of you. Images of blood flickered in your mind, seeing the innkeeper’s face lifeless as bodies of the villagers piled on top of her. Tasman wouldn’t hesitate to kill them if it meant getting you back.
Would that really be such a bad thing?
You felt something heavy settle in your head as you weighed the lives of an entire village of people. You reasoned that if anyone was truly at fault, it was Tasman. It would be blood on his hands.
You didn’t ask him to chase you. You didn’t ask him to kill anyone who got in his way even if they were innocent bystanders. He’d be busy slaughtering the villagers and you could take this chance to run.
You bit your lip, guilt emerging as you felt tears come to your eyes.
You weren’t a bad person.
There was no telling how many of these people would be willing to sacrifice you if it meant they got to live. How many of them would’ve been okay with the king signing the treaty that he did? Surely, they’d understand if they were in your situation themselves.
“I’m warning you, lover. Come out or you’ll make me do something that I’ll regret.”
They would die. They had to die if you were going to get away. You went to crawl towards the back, trying your best to steel your heart, but froze when you saw a woman holding her child tightly to her chest. The child couldn’t understand why his mother was shaking, holding him as fiercely as she did. He tried to ask her what was wrong, but the woman only shook, holding her baby tighter.
Slowly getting to your feet, you shook your head.
You couldn’t.
These people would die and Tasman would find you anyway. It was foolish to think you could run away from him.
You took a step towards the door, pausing when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist.
Sammie was looking at you with wide, fearful eyes. “Don’t go out there. You don’t know what he’ll do.”
Your heart swelled at the woman’s kind words and you felt tears prick your eyes at the thought that you were going to let this woman die. She’d showed you charity and you were going to sacrifice her, no better than those who ignored your pain.
“I’m sorry.” you said. She didn’t understand why you were apologizing, but her grip slackened. You held your breath as you emerged from the small inn.
Your eyes met his and in the time it took you to blink, he was in front of you. Hands on your shoulder, slamming you into the wall behind you, you struggled to catch your breath as his soft laughter tickled your ears.
“You really know how to keep a man on his toes, my love.”
His eyes were crazed, a grin that didn’t match the expression on his face spreading his lips as his grip on your shoulders tightened.
“Tasman, you’re hurting me.”
“Am I?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised. His grip on you didn’t ease. His fingers twitched, threatening to grip you tighter. “Am I really being rough with you? The way you treat me, I’m not sure you understand the difference.”
“Tasman,” you tried to say, but he cut you off.
“I wasn’t sure how I was going to react when I found you. Would I be angry enough to say something I would regret? Would I want to hurt you as much as you’ve been hurting me? Or would it be better to take my anger out on those who thought they could keep you from me?”
Your breath caught in your throat and you struggled to breathe at the realization that the dream you had was close to becoming a reality.
He laughed, shocking you from your thoughts as you looked at him to see the anger threaten to unveil itself as he struggled to stay in control.
“You don’t take me seriously. That much is clear.”
His grip tightened to the point where you winced, but it didn’t last long as he threw you over his shoulder much like the first time the two of you were reunited.
“Maybe you’ll get these silly notions of leaving me out of your mind once I’m the only one you can rely on.”
“Tasman, please.” you begged, getting the strange feeling that if you didn’t get away now, you were never going to.
“Whether it’s because you finally decide to behave or I make it so we’re the last two people, the choice is yours.”
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Im sorry if asks aren't open, I couldn't find if they were or not on your blog. Anyway, may I ask why the yandere hero married so many others in each life and never came back to her.
Also did he every feel any regret about it, like in each life she died waiting for him and he felt her pass each time.
Did he ever apologize to her for how many lives he ignored her.
so i recently closed my requests, just because i couldn't see myself trying to get through all of them in order, but i've decided to just say fuck it and take them as they come. some might get answered a little later or out of order, but it's the only way. i love receiving them, i just want all of them to be good.
and tasman has not apologized once. in his opinion, he didn't do anything wrong. he's a hero that's lived thousands of years in each of his lifetimes and in comparison making it to one hundred is nothing to whine about.
rather than feel regret for ignoring you, he threw himself a pity party whenever he felt your soul disappear from the plane of existence and did his best to continue on without you ;(
#yandere#yandere oc#yandere x you#male yandere#yandere x gn reader#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#ask#yandere male#gn reader#yan!tasman#yandere hero
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i love your writing and characters so much, like your ideas are too interesting! and i love the way you write spitfire mc's, the ones that are more pissy about their situation than scared lolol
If you're still taking requests could you possibly do a third part to the hero? i love that guy tasman, and if you wanted to, include some non-con? i just feel like at this point he's gotta be up to his wits end of being patient, especially if his little captive is still ogling the window like they're more interested in those trees than talking to him, or even still thinking of trying something sneaky.
keep up the amazing work, i hope all your bubble baths are very relaxing and your water is always crisp
awwww! thanks so much for the kind words. i do like writing reactions in different ways and i don't know if it's just me but i find it much more satisfying when a yan is forced to bend you to his will, ya know? don't want to make his job too easy ;)
TW: non-con, more lime than lemon, violence, domestic abuse, threats, mentions nudity, abs NO minors
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He was sitting on the bed, head resting on clasped hands, watching you. It would’ve made you uncomfortable, but then again, air existed. It was nothing to get upset about.
You were pretending he didn’t exist and it was going pretty well considering his anger issues could destroy the world if they went unchecked. But he was sitting there, silently drilling holes into your body for the last couple of hours.
He’d made attempts to appease you, attempts that had failed the moment he tried because he didn’t exist.
Food would appear out of thin air and you would look at it before turning your head and continuing to gaze out of the window.
Flies would buzz around your ears. You weren’t sure how they got inside considering the window was sealed shut with magic, but you swatted them away nonetheless.
You didn’t turn your head at the sound of his fist balling, sounding as if he broke every bone in each of his fingers. You steeled yourself so you wouldn’t flinch away or react. You wouldn’t give him the time of day.
“Is this tantrum meant to get underneath my skin? You should know better than to test my patience. Acting like a rebellious child won’t achieve the results you expect.”
A rebellious child. What an amazing thing to call the lover whose attention you’re so desperate for. As for getting underneath his skin, his reaction proved this was an effective method to get him angry. It isn’t like you hadn’t known before. Tasman hated being ignored.
You’d pretended to give him the silent treatment after a mini dispute when the two of you were arguing when you were younger and he’d followed you around the village, asking if you were angry with him repeatedly past the disappearance of the sun. His young worried face was too pitiful to ignore, but you sensed something ominous the longer you refused to speak to him.
The two of you grew up together. If he though you didn’t know about the things he liked and disliked, he was sorely mistaken.
Getting comfortable as you gazed out in the distance to view the vast forest beyond the city made him clench his jaw so tightly you thought he’d break it. You had to tell yourself not to smile, but it was hard to resist a slight quirk at the edge of your lips.
“I am trying my best to give you what you want. As long as you don’t ask for ridiculous things, I can award the world to you. Please, just talk to me.”
As if your freedom was a menial desire. You no longer had the ability to choose what you ate, what you wore, whether or not you went outside, all things you’d surely taken for granted before you were whisked away to this sacred cell of his. It might’ve seemed ridiculous to argue about what you decided to wear or whether or not you were going to eat, but at the end of the day they were the only options you had.
Your basic liberty was seen as a luxury, as something that only he could grant if you were on your best behavior and it made you want to gouge his eyes out for acting as if he was being so benignant.
A small huff was all you let out in response to his words, telling yourself not to let him anger you, you tried thinking of what you would do if you got the chance to start over. Would you live on a farm? Maybe marry and help your significant other with their responsibilities whether they be a restaurant owner with an inn or a blacksmith that managed swords for new and upcoming adventurers. You didn’t think you could be a scholar. Not that your intelligence was inadequate, on the contrary. It would’ve been your first choice in terms a well-paying job if you weren’t afraid of feeling suffocated in the offices scholars tended to inhabit.
You had enough of enclosed spaces. Working on a farm could provide the fresh air you desperately yearned for and smithing while running a shop would provide you with plenty of opportunities to meet people from all sorts of backgrounds. Both would be hard work. Especially if you compared the leisurely role as the hero’s hostage where you could be waited on hand and foot if you so desired, but you’d take anything if it meant a life beyond his obsessive desperation.
Knocked out of your daydream by the sound of footsteps coming closer to where you were, you tensed when he sat beside you, his body pressing into your side as he begged for your eyes.
“Can’t you see that I’m doing my best?” His hand tentatively touched your back before he slowly wrapped it around waist, eyes sliding slowly to your lips and then your neck.
How long had it been since you’d allowed him near you. You were hell bent on scratching at him like a feral animal whenever he came near, both with your hands and words so he’d wanted to give you space to soothe your anger, but the longer he kept his distance, the more you required from him.
Shying away from his touch when he wanted to embrace you, his eyes when the two of you took meals together, his words when he professed his love for you. It was a wonder that you let him as close as you did in this moment.
Pulling you closer, he whispered, “I’m trying.” before placing lips on your neck, bordering on your collarbone, as his hands squeezed your side.
His desire for you hadn’t waned in the slightest.
Tasman believed after so many lives and time apart his desperate craving would have been relieved, but it had only grown stronger. He was plagued with thoughts of your body writhing underneath his, wondering how your skin would feel as his rough hands fought to be gentle. How each and every inch of you would taste, whispering how he’d take his time to memorize everything, from the way you moved to the sounds you would make.
How you would look…
Head snapping to him, the hopeful sentiment splintered at the sight of utter revulsion in your eyes.
Shielding his broken heart with anger, he grabbed the collar of your shirt before you could move away and pinned you against the window.
“What are you hiding?” he asked, voice seething as he regarded you suspiciously.
You were frozen in shock, unsure where this outburst came from. One moment, he was attempting seduce you, the next he was angry, practically choking you as he shoved you against the magic enforced glass.
“You’ve never been this quiet and the minute I get close you try to move away, did someone give you something to leave me? A key?”
He began pulling at your clothes, shocking you further as the fabric began to rip away, beginning to expose every inch of your body.
“A magic circle?”
His accusations continued and despite you breaking your silence to yell for him to stop, pushing him away, and holding on to the clothes he began to remove, he refused until your clothes were in a tattered heap on the floor.
Shielding your nudity, you glared at him, his cold gaze regarded you closely.
“You’re crazy.” you told him, trying to keep your voice from wavering from the sheer embarrassment and shame you felt from not being able to stop him.
He was the hero. Your strength was comparable to a grain of sand if he was your opponent, but the rationalization didn’t make you feel any better.
His eyes seemed to soften at your words, becoming more focused but not completely losing the haze they confined.
“I’m sorry,” he began, “But you have to understand my hesitancy to trust you given your actions in the past.” His eyes made you shiver at the way they roamed across your figure, looking unapologetic as studied you, eyes lingering in the areas you shielded.
“Get out.” you said through gritted teeth, unable to shake the ugly discomfort in your gut.
You needed him to leave. He had to go if you were going to feel comfortable and safe.
“This is my room as well.”
“Get. Out.”
“I understand that my reaction may have been a bit rough, but there is no reason for you to be upset to this degree. If you had simply talked to me, it wouldn’t have come to this.”
Standing up, you couldn’t stop yourself from getting into his face as you yelled, “Get out, you asshole!”
A hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as lips were suddenly on yours. You struggled against his hold, momentarily forgetting to shield yourself as your fists beat against his body, attempting to shove him off of you or arch your body away from his kiss, but he followed you.
Your voice was muffled by the tongue that attempted to slither its way past your defenses, feeling hot as it battled your for dominance yet strangely like iron when you attempted to crush your teeth around it. Pain reverberated through your skull and Tasman took you momentary docility as an opportunity to take things further.
Pulling you to the bed, he continued to kiss you passionately, flinging away his gloves as his hand roamed from your chest to harshly squeezing your ass before rubbing your legs and stroking your inner thigh.
You felt him smile in the kiss when he felt your body trembling, your glare slowly melding with fear the longer his assault continued without pause.
When he finally backed away, you were breathing hard and in an attempt to catch your breath, your chest heaving from the lack of oxygen.
Tasman smiled, satisfied with the way you responded, he began to slide a wandering hand up and up your leg. Fingers calloused from continuous monster subjugation, you flinched away from his unrepentant touch before your hand intercepted his before he got too close.
“Tasman, stop. Get off of me.”
Looking into your eyes, you wanted to shrivel at the sight of his glare.
Why did you continue to push him away‽
Gripping your forearms, he forced them to the bed as he got in your face.
“Is there some other bastard you’d prefer to be doing this with?”
What?
“I didn’t think to have the barrier react if you got too close to someone else. I didn’t think I’d have to worry about anyone from our village unless you’d managed to attract some useless noble up here.”
“There’s no one.” you said, deciding against lying and saying you did have a secret lover in case he burned the capital down looking for them.
“You’re lying.” he said, squeezing your arms tighter as he glared at you.
You were tired of hearing things like that from him of all people.
“How am I supposed to meet someone if you keep me locked in this room‽” you shouted, struggling beginning anew. If it bothered him, he didn’t say anything about it.
“You’d find a way.” he said, releasing one of your arms to caress your face. “You simply love torturing me.”
His thumb brushed against your lip, a hidden desire springing to life as his eyes met yours.
“If you’re telling the truth, I can’t understand why you’re being obstinate about this.”
Leaning closer, he brought his lips to the space just below your ear as he placed a chaste kiss there. “I simply want to make the person I love feel good.” he said, voice taking on a sultry tone.
If it had been three lifetimes ago, you would’ve considered it.
If it’d been the year before he barged into your escape and confined you after, you might’ve considered it.
Even as every piece of your heart rejected him, your soul was desperately pleading for you to forgive him, to take this opportunity to climb into his arms and love him how you were always meant to, but you wouldn’t.
You wouldn’t disgrace the you who’d discovered what heartbreak was after a first, second, and third failed love. You wouldn’t betray the you whose hands had grown old and wrinkled, waiting for something that would never come. You wouldn’t forgive him as long as he continued to act as if he had done nothing wrong while demanding you give him your everything, everything you would’ve happily handed over if he’d considered what it felt like to be repeatedly betrayed by the very person your soul constantly cried out for.
“I don’t ever want to see you again.”
He froze, fear coiling around your insides at the expression on his face that you couldn’t see. His hand loosened around your forearm, gripping the bed, you thought he was finally coming to his senses before you heard the bed creak.
The suffocating weight of his magic presence hit you a moment later, making you want to gag, but a hand clamped around your mouth, forcing your head to the bed before you could turn over and dry heave.
“Lover, how cruel.”
He looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t distinguish as anger or sorrow, but it was terrifying.
His mouth made its way to your neck, kissing you sensually before his teeth buried themselves into your skin, drawing blood and eliciting a muffled scream from you at the vicious way his teeth pierced your body.
Your hands tried to push him away, both wrapping around his wrist to uncover his hand from your mouth, but he ignored your attempts. Turning your head to the side, his ran his tongue across the teeth marks he made, pouring enough magic into the wound so it would stop bleeding, but not enough to get rid of the mark or alleviate the pain you felt.
“I love you.” he sighed, his hand coming up as he caressed the side of your body, resting before his thumb caressed your nipple.
You gaped at him with petrified eyes, unable to move at the cold gaze he stared you down with as he continued to press chaste kisses into your neck, trailing to your chest.
He removed his hand from your mouth, using both to focus on teasing your body.
“T-Tasman,” you began in a quiet voice, but the look in his eyes silenced you.
“Shhhh.”
Tipping your head up by your chin, he pecked you on the lips before placing a kiss on your nose and forehead.
“I’m just going to show you how much I love and I want peace and quiet, okay?”
Memories of a barn flooded your mind as you thought back to your younger days when you had last tried to use the silent treatment with Tasman. Bruised hands held together above your head, hay prickling your skin, and heavy breathing from above.
“Not a single word, lover.”
Tasman had never reacted well to the silent treatment.
#yandere#yandere oc#yandere x you#male yandere#yandere x gn reader#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#yandere male#ask#gn reader#yan!tasman#yandere hero
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What if childhood friend dies but their soul also dies so they can't reincarnate anymore or be brought back to life anymore 🤔
I imagine that Tasman wouldn’t just let you die.
Since your souls are tied to each other, making sure that the two of you reincarnate together, your soul enters a waiting area to be rejoined with his when his life is over and I imagine that there is a distinct feeling he has to let him know that something goes wrong with this process.
Whether he be talking to the king, his party members, or in the middle of a battle, he’d feel something shatter inside of him. A piece of his soul, the piece you held would disappear.
It’s different from you experiencing death. The feeling he has when your life ends and you take your final breath is brutal, but nothing like the chasm that formed this time. He’s familiar with what your death feels like since you’d always die before he did in each of your lifetimes, but this time there was something awfully permanent about it.
He’d invoke a meeting with the goddess and ask her about it and she would apologize to her favored child.
Say that you sought help from a sorcerer, that you were targeted by a curse, that the constant agony your soul endured made it too weak to enter another life cycle. She’d show him what little fragments remained of your soul and he’d weep while holding them close. His own soul would cry out, recognizing the partner it had for life and without even being aware that it was possible he’d ask if the goddess could use his soul to revive yours.
She would say that it would be possible. That you would come back having forgotten everything you experienced in all your previous lives, that you would forget him, but you would live.
And he would offer his life without a second thought.
It wouldn’t matter if you wouldn’t remember him. As long as the two of you shared a soul, his fears of you leaving him would never be realized. He’d finally get what he’d always wanted.
A chance to be with you forever.
#yandere#yandere oc#yandere x you#male yandere#yandere x gn reader#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#ask#gn reader#yan!tasman#yandere hero#imagine
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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.
#yandere hero#male yandere x you#yandere x gn reader#ask#yandere x darling#yandere scenario#childhood friend#yan!tasman
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Ngl id rather self death than stay with a "Hero"
sorry to say that if we're going according to the manga i based tasman's character off of, you would just reincarnate as your soul is in an endless loop.
isn't it so romantic that no matter how many times you live or die, the two of your souls are tied together?
forever?
romantic, right? 😍
#yandere#yandere oc#yandere x you#male yandere#yandere x gn reader#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#yandere male#gn reader#ask#yan!tasman#yandere hero
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Tasman Glacier, Hochstetter Dome, New Zealand
Photo credit: Yan Zhang, New South Wales
#yan zhang#photographer#tasman glacier#hochstetter dome#glacier#mountains#sunrise#new zealand#nature#new south wales#australian geographic
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Hi i was the anon that Requested the p2 of Yan Hero and it got me thinking....
What would happen If The demon Lord Fell in live with Y/n and took her...BUT the Demon actually cares about her and Gives her freedom As Long as she doesn't escape?
Ngl i just wanna Know what tasman's reactiin would be tbh I hope im not Bothering you sorry!
Thx for reading :)))
Also can i be 💋-Anon?
Hi 💋~ Anon!
No need to apologize! You aren’t bothering me at all. I think a traumatized darling would be hesitant to jump into the arms of someone else that could potentially repeat the relationship that they’d been so desperate to escape from, but the Demon King is perfect because they would be able to protect you from the hero unparalleled by anyone else in terms of strength and influence.
It also feels nice to go to the one person Tasman regards as an enemy. He’d told you over and over again how he was doing this for the greater good and how he needed to protect you from the big bad Demon King, but it’s hard to believe that when the proclaimed villain treats you better and with more respect than he ever did.
TW: threats and descriptions of violence, mentions physical abuse, language, death threats
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He’d taken his eyes off of you for two seconds. Two fucking seconds.
It wasn’t the smartest idea to bring you to an active battle, especially when his enemy had come to meet him, but he didn’t trust you enough with one of the other members in his party after what happened last time. And he especially didn’t trust you to leave you on your own. That left bringing you along, despite knowing how dangerous it was.
It was why he told you to stick close to him. He needed to be able to protect you at a moment’s notice, so you had to remain by his side.
Why did he trust that you would listen?
Walking across a large expanse of land, he felt an imminent threat of danger, only having enough time to grab you and jump out of the way just as a large shadow swallowed the ground in the exact spot his foot would’ve landed.
“Ambush!” one of his teammates yelled, and the situation descended into chaos just that quickly.
Snarls from demon dogs echoed throughout the field as the party fought to fend them off. They were huge, standing taller than some of the trees that were sparsely located, and they were fast. Despite that, dealing with them was easy, when he didn’t have to fight to protect you as well.
Rudy, the party’s tank was struggling to hold back one of the monsters by himself and Annalise, the party’s healer, and Morrigan, the party’s mage, were pinned by two others. Despite their calls for assistance, Tasman brandsihed his sword, eyes narrowing on the Demon King at the head of the attack.
“The others will protect you if something happens. Stay right here and don’t move.” he told you, locking you with a gaze that promised trouble if you were to disobey. The next moment he disappeared, hurtling forward at an inhuman speed to strike the Demon King.
You weren’t surprised. It wasn’t the first time he’d abandoned you to fight, but it was never easy and always nervewracking to be left so open, so exposed while death and destruction surrounded you. A part of you was screaming to run away from the danger, but the last time you had, you’d almost died, experiencing a pain that you couldn’t begin to describe when your body was almost ripped apart. If Tasman believed he could trust you to be protected as long as you stayed in this one spot, you would stay.
You closed your eyes, not wanting to witness a battle you were helpless to aid or run away from, but it wasn’t long before your resolve began to wane.
At the sound of a low growl, you peeked, regretting it instantly at the sight of a snarling dog, snout dripping with saliva, looking dead at you.
“T-Tasman.”
The dog took a step towards you, ears pulled back as the growling increased. Your eyes were wide, too afraid to look away from the staring contest as your body began to shake in fear. With another step in your direciton, you felt yourself backing away, only to freeze at the phantom pain that shot through you from the last time you’d moved from the spot he placed you.
“Tasman.” you said louder this time.
Another step had your body tensing painfully. You didn’t want to experience anything like that ever again. You were sure you’d die the last time you were attacked and no matter how advanced Tasman’s healing magic was, it didn’t help you forget the way your body felt as if it was being torn apart.
When it crouched, bunching it’s muscle in preparation to lunge, something snapped. “Tasman!” you screamed, sprinting away despite knowing that you wouldn’t be fast enough to get away. You shouldn’t have trusted his words. His party members would be happy if you disappeared, leaving the chance for one of them to mend his broken heart.
You were fucked from the start.
He’d been lost in the heat of the battle. He could hear you calling his name, but he didn’t have time to cater to your delicate sensibilities. However, he could hear the fear bleeding in your tone and his heart dropped when he finally caught a moment to glance towards you.
Face drowning in fear, you ran as one of the monster’s jumped to attack you.
What the fuck were they doing‽
He turned, desperate to get back to you, but an unknown force sent him hurtling away.
You yelled, silently pleading for the goddess to spare you before something appeared. Bumping into whatever it was, you didn’t question it as an arm wrapped around your waist before the two of you were met with impact.
From your ragged breaths, you knew you were still alive. Your body sagged in relief, tears leaking involuntarily from your eyes. Despite how cross you were that he’d put you in danger in the first place, you wrapped your arms around his waist and held him tightly.
“I told you I didn’t want to be here, you asshole.”
After taking a deep breath, you backed away to glare at Tasman before your face went slack in shock.
This… was not Tasman.
Dark pools that lacked irises stared back at you. You, who had just cursed at this inexplicably handsome stranger. You, who still had your arms wrapped around said stranger’s waist.
Ripping away, you backed up quickly to bump into something else. Something soft tickled your neck and you felt queasy at the heavy breath that made your hair stand on end. Looking up, your eyes went wide at the sight of the demon dog and when it loosed a terrifying snarl, you found yourself jumping back into the stranger’s arms.
Unfazed, he placed a hand on your back before staring up at the enormous creature.
“Down.” he said, silky voice holding such authority, the beast whined before obeying his master’s order. Looking at the monster now, he resmembled a scolded puppy begging its owner not to be upset. If the puppy had two sets of eyes, a spiked tail, and was big enough to use trees to play fetch.
You looked back to the handsome stranger when he removed his hands from your waist, grabbing your hands to remove the death grip you had on his cloak. Your face was hot in embarrassment, but you mumbled gratitude for saving your life.
“How peculiar.” The stranger cocked his head to the side. “How has a bonded soul sustained such damage?”
You were going to ask him what he meant, but you were pulled into a sudden embrace. Placing a palm up, your eyes widened as the ground cracked from the force of Tasman’s blow against his shield. When the world settled, the man released you once again to face his attacker.
“Lover, get away from him! He’s dangerous!”
You looked at the man who saved you and from the force of Tasman’s words, instinctively you knew.
This was the Demon King.
But he appeared nothing like what you heard. He didn’t have a foreboding presence that promised death and destruction. You didn’t see ghastly horns or grotesque features. He looked human. Normal, even. Nothing like the stories you’d heard growing up.
“Lover!” Tasman snarled, making you jump as you turned to face him. His eyes were wild with panic as his hands pushed against an invisible force. “Come here.”
You felt something shrivel inside of you at the sound of his voice, fear bleeding in your eyes as you began to slowly make your way towards him. Something was telling you that you were going to get in trouble for being rescued by the Demon King.
Tasman visibly relaxed the closer you got, preparing his strength to blow away the barrier the moment you were near, but when you were almost within grabbing distance a hand caught your wrist, halting your forward movement. It wasn’t aggressive and despite the fact that he easily towered over you, his grip was light enough that you felt you could yank your hand away at a moment’s notice. It was funny that you felt no inclination to.
“Fear for the person claiming such an intimate role?”
You looked in their eyes and it surprised you to see concern. Your mouth opened, but you flinched at Tasman’s sharp “Don’t touch-”
“And was this their doing as well?” the Demon King continued, completely unfazed by the anger that cowed you, brought you to heel, and demanded your obedience. He turned your hand to reveal an angry hand-shaped bruise. It was from this morning. You’d attempted to reason that it wasn’t safe for a normal human being to be in an environment with monsters that, even at the weakest level, could kill you. He brushed off your concern, claiming he’d be able to protect you and when you insisted he lost his patience. Grabbing your wrist, he didn’t temper his strength and you felt it might break as he dragged you from the room and down the stairs. Not healing it as a form of punishment for the nasty look you’d given him. He claimed that you might learn to appreciate him if he took away what little he did offer, even if he was also the cause of every miscolored imperfection.
Your silence was enough.
Looking from the bruise around your wrist to the hand that held yours gently, Tasman grit his teeth as he punched at the barrier in anger before attempting to calm down and switching tactics.
“Lover, you don’t know the things he’s done. The village’s he’s destroyed. He is dangerous. Come to me.” he said holding out his hand. When you didn’t move after a moment, his voice sounded choked with desperation to hold back the force, the anger. “Come to me.”
Releasing your hand, you almost felt disappointed. A part of you felt guilty thinking you would no longer be able to use the Demon King’s grip on you as an excuse for not rushing back to Tasman’s side. Something he would be sure to berate you for when you made it back. You didn’t understand why you were making things harder for yourself. You hated the way that sounded, but if you wanted to keep Tasman his happy, kind self, you did what he said. When you wanted to see some of his non-hero like aspects, you did the opposite. And that was what you were doing now. Delaying the inevitable. You didn’t want to imagine the terrifying expression on his face when this man left you to fend for yourself.
‘I would offer asylum, should you be inclined to accept.’ Your head jerked up in surprise at the sound of the voice in your head. ‘Apologies for intruding on your thoughts, but the scenes you projected were hard to ignore. I do not ask you to trust me, but if you’re willing to take the chance to see that I’m not the monster he claims, all I ask is that you take my hand.’
Lifting his hand, you looked at the enticing offer.
Looking between his hand and you, your gaze focused on whatever the bastard offered, Tasman felt dread and a newfound sense of desperation to get you back. “Lover, don’t. He’ll kill you. He’ll devour your soul and give your body to his underlings to do with as they please. Don’t do this. Don’t-”
You thought about what Tasman said. About how dangerous this person was. If you took his hand there was a chance you were subjecting yourself to a worse fate than what you had with your hero. A chance that he simply wanted the gullible human to follow him back to his domain before he took his time devouring his easy prey.
You thought about him destroying villages and for the first time, you didn’t feel guilty as you thought, So what?
The Demon King destroyed villages. The same villages that Tasman threatened to destroy, to rampage if you didn’t come out from hiding after finally managing to escape. The same villages that turned a blind eye when you were kidnapped from your mundane life. The same villages that were complicit in your imprisonment if it meant they would be protected from the big, bad Demon King. The same Demon King that was offering you a chance to escape from all of this. You could be walking into a trap, but you didn’t care. If he devoured your soul it wouldn’t return to the awful cycle you were stuck in and eaten, it would find peace.
You wanted to laugh at the incredulity of the situation. At the hopelessness that drove you to this point.
Fuck those villages.
From the look in your eyes, Tasman knew what you were going to do. He began banging on the barrier with all his might, summoning every ounce of strength as his face contorted into ugly rage.
“Lover!” he snarled, howling with rage when you placed your hand in the Demon King’s. He pounded the barrier, cracking it bit by bit as he hurled threats to you and the Demon King. “I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”
“Maybe one day, but not today, child. Use this time to reflect on the actions that led to this outcome.” With a hand around your waist, you looked at Tasman, at the rage you never knew he could possess, at the terrifyingly possessive look that had you stepping back into the Demon King.
“I’ll find you, lover.” he said with a terrifying calm. “And when I do-”
You didn’t get a chance to hear what he was going to say. One moment you were on the battlefield, the next you were swallowed by shadows that brought you to the edge of a serene forest.
Releasing you, the Demon King quickly wrapped his arms around again when your legs threatened to give out from underneath you.
“Thank you,” you said, voice trembling with emotion you couldn’t begin to describe. Were you afraid because of Tasman’s threat? Grateful that you would get even a moment away from him? Scared of what the Demon king planned to do to you? There was too much to consider and you didn’t have enough time to process everything that had happened up until this point.
“No need.” he said, surprising you as he cupped your face in his his hands. The warmth from his hands lulled you into a false sense of calm and when he came closer, you panicked. Was he going to kiss you? Was that a requirement to devour your soul‽
Shutting your eyes tight, you assumed something was wrong when he placed his forehead against yours, but after a quick chant and a warm sensation on your forehead, he released you, leaving you reeling in what just happened.
“The mark I’ve bestowed will help the creatures in this territory recognize you as one of us. All I ask is that you do not harm them.”
“Oh.” Was all you managed to say.
You didn’t know what he had planned, but once again you were frozen in shock when a small smile appeared on his face.
“Peculiar human. A kiss would only be the first step.”
Your mouth dropped open, but if he noticed the stupor he placed you in, he didn’t say. Walking forward, he called behind, “Come along. I will show you the room that is meant to be yours and allow you to explore to your single heart’s content.”
Without a word or a sense of hesitation, you followed.
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Curios, which one of ur oc who will help the reader with exam seasons?
If we're going in order...
Our Android yan is definitely the best person to go to. The two of you could go on one of your rare dates to a coffee shop and he could be your personal tutor for the day, week, month, rest of your life if you want to. He's a good candidate because not just anybody is qualified to be genetically altered after all.
Sax, our delinquent yan is pretty smart considering his horrible reputation, but he would hinder your studies more than help them. Going to him for help is like making a deal with the devil because you can rest assured that he'll get more than he gives and the favors you'll owe will most definitely be sexual or violent in nature. I suggest investing in knee pads.
Aereon, our Fae yan would be pretty smug about you coming to him for help. He'd gloat that his lowly human required assistance from him before allowing you to use his expertise of knowledge. Only problem is that other than math, he has no idea how humans work. Human history? What use does an all powerful being like him need with the history of mankind? Science?? Is that like magic theory? And don't even get him started on any languages that aren't Common or High Fae. He'd feel slighted and insult you for needing his help in the first place before paying secret visits to a library to further prove that such knowledge is below him by learning everything he could possible get his hands on.
Fan yan can name every single one of the concerts and events you held by the day, time they started, and outfit you wore so rest assured that his memory is pretty sharp. He literally dreamed of the day you would so kindly request his help with your exams and if he's not busy passing out from his dream becoming a reality, he'd be begging you to allow him to take your exams for you if it'd mean you can focus on your next performance for him.
Giant yan would tell you that you have no need for things like history and the like. When you spend hundreds of years being alive, the details begin to blur and although giant grudges can last a lifetime, you become pretty forgetful of even your own age an daily inclinations, much less someone else's. And why are you studying for exams anyway? Don't you know your only purpose in life now is to entertain him? Take up art, or poetry, singing, juggling, anything he can watch you do and enjoy. Though if you insisted, you would have to read your material out loud for him to give any actual advice.
Our Hacker yan still wants to remain discreet. He'd simply bar your access from the exam if it's online and get Eve to intercept any emails you'd sent to teachers before replying back. You'd get an immediate A if it's an online exam. Written exams are a little more difficult so he'd get Eve to scour the internet for good study aides to send your way for help practicing on your exams and send an anonymous email with a study plan and guide for use before each exam. If there are any grades that he doesn't like he'll change them.
Tasman, our hero yan, would definitely neglect his duties, claiming your future success is more important than the potential destruction of the kingdom. He'd make sure you'd have everything you needed while having a little talk with each and every one of your examiners. He promises to take you out on a date if you do well.
Our Incubus yan gets a little jealous that you're more focused on these exams than his pleasure. They invade your mind even while you dream and it's becoming a bit of a nuisance. He supposes you'd have better chances if you're able to rest well and study so he stops tormenting you during the day so you can focus on studying and forces you to review the concepts you found difficult while you're dreaming. Needless to say, you gain a 24/hr study partner.
The King is surprisingly sadistic with your request. Of course, he hires the best tutors across the kingdom in each subject to teach you until you can ace it in your sleep, but he secretly wants to see you fail. He imagines how he'd console you and tell you to stay by his side because you're too stupid to do anything else but be his. Of course, he wouldn't say it like that. But the idea of seeing you helpless, broken, and relying on him is just such a tempting thing to dangle in front of him. He might get you the most incompetent tutors instead.
The Priest would glare at you for wasting his time with such vexing questions. Maybe the goddess would be willing to cure your incompetency if you prayed to her about it. Harsh, but after an unfair lecture, he'd write notes in the margins of your study guides to help you better understand the material before kicking you out so he can go back to prayer.
Ellis, our serial killer yan, is also really smart, but he'd be a horrible option to help with Exam season. You'd go to him for help and not only would he get blood a questionable substance all over your notes, he'd just give you the answers no matter how you ask him or phrase the question and you would leave study sessions with him, having learned nothing.
Winter, our Soldier yan, isn't the best at studying, though he got great grades. You'll be hesitant the next time you ask him for help because his studying regimen is intense and exhausting. He's determined to see you succeed even if that means waking up at 4 AM every morning to prepare materials and staying up until 11 at night to make sure you properly retain everything. But don't worry. He'll give you a ten minute break every six hours.
Valentino, our stalker yan, would leave little gifts while you're in the middle of your exam season. Your favorite energy drink would be fully stocked in your fridge and he'd break into your place to brew a fresh cup of coffee every morning up until your exams are over. He'll leave little notes here and there to cheer you on and when you fall asleep studying at your desk he'll wrap a blanket around you. Don't go too crazy though because if he notices that you aren't getting any sleep, you might find sleeping pills being mixed into what you drink before bed so you get your eight hours. Exam season or not, he wants you to take care of yourself.
The Telepath yan would be especially irritating to deal with although he'd make the perfect teacher since he'd instantly understand what it is you're struggling with and have questions about. Imagine a lesson where you never have to ask questions again. A non-stop comprehensive lecture would definitely help you excel and your inclined to agree to letting him tutor you, as long as you're okay with never bringing up the subject of breaking up ever again.
And thus concludes exam season.
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Mfers be like "i love your oc so much!!!! now put him in the most traumatizing situation ever."
it's the angst! a surefire way to make up for everything they subjected you to.
i think it tickles that part of the brain that wants revenge, that wants them to regret the things they've done in a way that will stick with them forever.
i also think it's important to note that no one has asked this of any of the yans who don't really "deserve" it.
most requests are to see either idris or tasman devastated and i'm all for it because they are two of the most annoying fucking yans you'll ever have the misfortune of meeting.
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