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herwritingartcowboy · 2 years

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Be My Knight

A/n: First fic after my Hiatus/ break, New month new work. This will be my first but soon will come out.

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Neige Leblanche

Waring(s): Obsessive behavior, Angst,

Readers Gender: Gn

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In his eyes you were his savior, his lover, his knight in shiny armor. He met you when the schools were again in another school competition. The first time he saw you was when you were helping students around the building. At first look he thought you were too nice to be in Raven night college. But something terrible happened. He started to choke on some food he was eating and lucky for him you know a few tricks and helped him out by standing behind him supporting his chest with one hand then leaning forward so the piece of food can come out, as you gave him five shard blows between his shoulder blades with the heel of your hand.

With that you saved his life and with that you gave him a bottle of water making sure he was fine. “Hey if you don’t feel right i can-” “Oh no don’t worry but thank you um…what’s your name?” “Oh mine is Y/n and yours” “Neige, Neige Leblanche”. WIth that you chatted for a bit but soon you had to meet up with your friends so you said your goodbyes leaving the boy alone with his thoughts as his mind came to one conclusion, you are his knight.

When the event was over he stalked Vil’s socials and lucky for him you were in one picture so he searched through comments to find your social. Once he did he smiled as he followed you and he messaged you right away, but no quick reply, bummer. He waited hours before you messaged back. After introducing yourselves again you both got to talking and this was a dream come true but he had to keep calm so conversations started slow only to pick up soon. With months of texting you two decided to meet up and go out once and awhile as today you both went on a coffee run.

“Again Y/n thank you for agreeing to meet up with me” “No problem”, time flew by as you soon had to leave but when you got back home you saw a lot of notifications from Neige, ‘Weird’. You checked them only to see if you got home safe and when you guys would meet up again. You just marked them as read and left that to be, on the other side of the screen Neige was frowning, he just wanted to be closer to you.

Since that day you’ve been getting nothing but texts from Neige and it was getting on your nerves. “Y/n your phone is going, can you silence it please” “Sorry Vil i thought i did” “I don’t really want to ask this but who is texting you at all hours of the day?” “Um Neige” “Oh boy, why not just block him?” “That would be rude but should I?” “If it’s bugging you Y/n then yes”.

Neige has been waiting for a reply for days to where he stayed up at night. What happened, did he do something, do you hate him, you must be fine. But then he saw it, you blocked him. “There must have been a mistake. You wouldn’t block him after all those times of talking and meeting up. At school he was quiet as he knew he was losing his knight.

When he got back to his dorm room he got on his socials and made a new account as he followed you again and messaged you again. But you were out grim as your phone went off then you saw it, ‘Neige-’. You tried to tell Neige you blocked him for a reason and that you can't always be messaging all the time. Neige played the victim card as he made it look like you were the bad person for blocking him, he knew what he was doing but he had to get closer to you.

With that you just had your phone on silent and tried to reply when you could. Till again Vil noticed this and he blocked Neige's account for you. Neige was upset again so he made another account and messaged you, you really have to private your page. But the message was just for you to meet up and you said you will but he will stop messaging you. Neige agreed but you didn’t know what was going to happen.

You met Neige at a private restaurant as you both ate and talked as you tried to be serious but Neige just missed the topic only to compliment you. After you were both done you walked outside with nothing but flashing lights just to see the paparazzi in your face with cameras along with fans. You knew this sometimes happened but you and Neige always had an escape plan but when you turned to him Neige only got to your face level as he kissed you in front of the cameras. Your mind went blank as Neige pulled away from you as his eyes sparkled with pink dust on his cheeks as he said the words, “I love you my knight”. But you only pushed him away as you ran, if Neige really felt like that he could have just talked to you he didn't have to do all this.

Once you got to your dorms you blocked him on your socials and private your account as you sat on your bed. You have a lot of explaining to do as you knew your face was going to be everywhere, but what do you say? But one thing was clear: you never want to see Neige again.

Luckily you didn’t see Neige but your face was everywhere and you did have to explain to your classmates what happened and they believed you, well mostly Vil. But once you got back to your dorms after a tea party with Riddle one night you saw Niege in your room, “You! What the fuck was that” “What on Earth are you talking about my dear knight” “You tricked me”. Neige walked closer to you as he tried to place his hand on your cheeks only for you to grab his arm. “Get out” “B-but Y/n really do love you, i-i’m sorry for what i did but i wanted to be closer to you, please forgive me” “No Niege what you did was completely unrespectful, i should’ve let you choked to death that day” “Y-you don’t mean that my knight”. Neige had tears run down his face as he hugged you tightly begging for another chance. “Just get out Neige, and if we really are talking about love here I did like you but by the way you’ve been acting i don’t even want to think of you”. Neige stopped crying as he was getting frustrated but he did what he came here for.

“Okay i get it i’m sorry Y/n but here i did bring you water if-” “I don’t want it” “Please Y/n” “How do i know it’s not poisoned” “I’ll show you”, Neige took a drink and passed it to you. “Alright thank you”, you took a sip as your throat did hurt but something felt off, ‘shit’.

“You know drinking from the same water bottle is a bit weird but that's what lovers do”, your head hurts like hell as you throw the water bottle. “Wh-what did you do” “Don’t worry my knight i’m right here”. With that your mind rushed with thought as you saw Neige layed on the ground unconscious as you went to him and kissed his lips closing your eyes only to open them to see Neige. “Oh my dear Knight you're awake again” “What happened” “You got tired after that tea party love but don’t worry i’m here” “Heh i can always count on you my prince”. With that you went in for a kiss as Neige kissed back with a smile on his face, You were finally his, forever.

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lexsssu · 5 months

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Treasure (Akira Kurusu | Ren Amamiya)

TAGS: Akira/F!reader, yandere, obsession, praise, breeding, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“Thank you for the curry, Akira-kun. It’s delicious as always and the coffee is perfect…!”

“Nothing less for my favorite patron of course~”

“Oh stop it, you! Using your charms won’t make me order another serving of curry”

“Darn. Guess I’ll just have to try harder next time then~”

“Of course you will. But I hope you know that the reason I keep coming back here is because of the food and not because of some pretty-boy cafe owner…!”

“Mhmm, I know very well that it’s only the food and drinks that keep you coming back. So that means all I have to do is make everything on the menu irresistible so you’d have no choice~”

“....Smart-ass”

Akira chuckled at the adorable pout you sent him, feeling his heartbeat seemingly getting faster as you played along with him. How your innocent little smiles and colorful blushes sent his heart into overdrive, reminding him constantly that the thief had been the one stolen from instead.

You stole his heart and you didn’t even realize it.

So it was only natural that he would steal yours in return, right?

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Isn't she an adorable little thing?

So small

So soft

So ripe for the taking

Don't you just want to sink your teeth into her pretty little neck?

Leave your mark on her

You know you want to

She's practically begging for it

All you have to do is take the first step

You know full well that she wants to be moaning beneath you

She wants to choke on your cock

She wants you to stuff it inside her tight pussy

Give her all your cum, make sure you fuck it all straight into her womb

Do it. You want it. She wants it. Stop pretending like you're a good man when we both know you're the farthest thing from one.

And none of that matters, because you'll have her anyway.

WE'LL have her.

Whether she wants to be ours or not.

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“It's too dangerous for you to go home in this weather. Why don’t you stay the night here instead? I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if anything were to happen to you…”

Those were Akira’s words when he dissuaded you from traveling back to your own apartment as the thunderstorm raged outside of Leblanc.

Yet...how did it turn out like this?

“Aren’t you my precious little treasure? Do you feel how tightly your pretty cunt is gripping my cock? It’s your first time and yet it’s swallowing up everything so happily...I just knew you were made for me~”

Arms wrapped around his strong neck, you hang onto Akira for dear life as he spears his girthy length into your sopping wet core, spreading your lower lips while the veins that pulsed along its length scraping against your previously untouched walls. He had your sinfully thick thighs wrapped around his narrow waist as he bucked up into you, basically carrying the entirety of your weight with his surprisingly strong arms.

For a man who supposedly worked full-time as the proprietor of a little cafe in Tokyo, Akira had both strength and a build beneath his unassuming clothes that clearly stated his physical prowess.

Not that you had any capacity to think about that when the man was flooding your insides with his thick, gooey cum. Your eyes are glazed as you panted, inhaling lungfuls of air as a heady mix of your clear love juice and his pearly essence dripped onto the wooden floors of his bedroom atop the shop.

Aside from the half-hard cock that plugged you up, you clearly felt the heat of his potent cum in your lower belly after the curly-haired male made sure to cum while he was balls-deep inside you.

“Good girl. That’s my good girl. Taking my cum so eagerly...you’ll treasure my gift to you, won’t you? Because you’re my treasure and I want to leave my mark in you… ”

You should be scared at how things reached this point all of a sudden, but you find that you don’t care.

Not when you’d also long held a torch for the charming barista.

It was only your own insecurities that prevented you from ever saying a word. Why would you when Akira was so handsome, so charming, so smart as compared to your...mediocre self?

“Yours…♥” Smiling dazedly at him, you press a chaste kiss to his soft lips before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as a wave of drowsiness overtakes you.

There’s no need to ask questions. What matters is that he loves you as much as you loved him. So you don’t think about it anymore, simply relishing in the fact that the object of your affections returned your seemingly unrequited love.

“ I’ll protect you. No one will ever take you away from me. Don’t worry, my dear. You’ll be taken care of for life. Now that you’re mine...you’ll be treated like the priceless treasure you are~ ”

Eerie olden orbs glowed in the darkness, sometimes glinting with an unspeakable malice but they mostly shone with tenderness they were seemingly incapable of whenever they were trained on your sleeping figure.

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kiasnocturnality · 8 months

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𝒌𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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can he sire other vampires? | info

brushing his hair for him | imagine

all ears | imagine

you tell him he's no longer welcome in your home | imagine

*feeding from you for the first time | imagine

*NSFW alphabet | headcanons

does he hate being a vampire + his blood | info

the Leblanc family | info

seeing his reflection for the first time | drabble

an act of affection to help you de-stress | drabble

how he reacts to a darling with dizzy spells | headcanons

leblanc legacy | interactive fic

✩⋆ ﾟ⢄・𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒔

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lipstick | imagine

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*polyamorous! yandere! Takeshi | headcanons ft. Lisheng

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how she reacts to you gifting her jewellery | imagine

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her human darling is her knight | headcanons

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can’t handle the cold? | imagine

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✩⋆ ﾟ⢄・𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.

what they would study in a modern setting | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)

how they react to finding you injured | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)

how they react to you singing | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)

*biting | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)

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crossovers | info (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)

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*NSFW | headcanons (Desdemona, Aphaeleon)

you help them preen their feathers | headcanons (Desdemona, Aphaeleon)

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general yandere behaviour | headcanons (Alois, Desdemona, Aphaeleon)

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what your fav character says about you | shitpost (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon)

*who’s into predator/prey dynamics? | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona)

the languages they speak + reacting to hearing their s/o say sweet things in their language | info + headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Aphaeleon)

their darling snuggles up to them while they rest | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon, Va’ariniel, Taruqu’inel)

their darling has a fox laugh | headcanons (Alois, Takeshi)

their darling is feral for them | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)

their darling is afraid of thunderstorms | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon, Va’ariniel, Taruqu’inel)

*Take taking his s/o in front of Aphae | drabble (Takeshi, Aphaeleon)

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their favourite activities | headcanons (Va’ariniel, Taruqu’inel)

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*in the night | drabble (Lisheng, edenspetals’ OC)

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ashensgrotto · 2 months

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Why, greetings my dear anon! I’m happy that you enjoyed the ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’ to read it that many times - and I apologized that I haven’t been able to get started on the Scarbia segment yet (between that and Raison D’être plus work & other stories… and GloMas, I really need to get my priorities straight seriously -_-). However, I do intend on working on it as soon as I can so I can get it out sometime this month or in December - I mean, I think that would be the most logical since that one takes place during holiday break, right?

Now, for your request - I hope head cannons are alright for the time being. I’ll try to come back to them and do short stories for each of them that follows the same concept design as “Am I Feeling Love?” - which is the first installment of the Yandere!Azul series. I'm also going to divide this into two parts - about halfway through I realized I hadn't posted anything in a while and thus, I want to make it up to all of you for not writing or posting anything for some time.

Part 1 (Here) will feature Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, and Jamil Viper

Part 2 (Here) will feature Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, and Malleus Draconia

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Vil Schoenheit

Vil is a combination yandere - he is both a studdle stalker type, but also a projection type. Of course, in his youth, he was an up-and-coming movie star… famous for the villainous roles he played. This caused a lot of grief in his childhood, not to mention some of the trauma he had endured from other children who believed everything they saw on the big screen - thinking it was real, even though it was just special effects and players playing their roles on the stage. And, even though Jack Howl became the closest thing he had to a friend, there was nothing that he could do to shake the fear of wanting to be ‘the good guy’, the ‘hero’... to be the most beautiful of all.

As a junior in Night Raven, Vil and the rest of Pompfiore were just as shocked as the rest of the school when you appeared. At first, Vil was not interested in what you may have to offer - but ever faithful Rook was the one to point out certain features you had; soft cheeks, a creamy complexion, eyes wide and filled with wonder - not to mention a figure that would’ve had some acting agencies dying for; you almost reminded him the the princess the fairest queen had raised years ago. Vil was reluctant, but stepped forward and offered the headmage a place for you to stay in Pomfiore until you could return home.

It was at this point that Vil realized that you were more than what you appeared. Whatever he asked of you, you did it - to nearly perfection. Scrub the ballroom flooring? It shone brighter than diamonds when you were done. Wipe down the windows? Clear as crystals. Tend to the gardens around the dormitory? Neat and tidy without a single flower or bush out of line. This, of course, caused Vil to backpeddle a little bit - if anyone from outside the dorm found out about how well you followed instructions (specifically a certain lion or scheming octopus), there would be trouble. Hence, Vil decided to try and keep you close, luring you in like the villain he was always meant to play.

He learned quickly that your home in your world was… chaotic. You often traveled back and forth between two families, plus your grandparents. If you had a choice in the matter - you would’ve stayed with your father and your stepmother full time as your mother and her on-again-off-again boyfriend often mistreated you. You were in charge of the cooking, cleaning, and caring for the home while under your mother’s care and were often trapped in her home more times out of the year. Vil had remembered about Niege LeBlance’s situation when the two stars were children - he could sympathize with your situation - and decided to take you under his wing. Vigorous training began shortly thereafter, and you soon found yourself secured under Vil’s thumb. You, along with Epel, were put through beauty regimens regularly, vocal and annunciation lessons followed classes and chores, and fashion and gossip columns replaced your books at night; and if either of you tried to escape or slip out of something, ever faithful Rook brought you straight back to Vil - a disapproving scowl on his face, arms crossed over his chest, and heeled foot tapping, looking very much like a disapproving mother.

With the arrival of spring and the fast approaching date of the Cultural Fair, Vil’s energy became more focused on the SDC - working long hours into the night perfecting the team for the competition. You did try to help sooth much of the stress that had fallen on the headwarden and offered your assistance in any way you could, Grim acting as your assistant under the watchful eye of Rook. It was also here that things slowly began to take a turn for the worst - after the mention of Neige LeBlance, Vil had begun turning to his phone more often, asking it every day who was the most beautiful of all. Mira always answered… Neige LeBlance.

The last straw was when you and Rook attempted to stop him from poisoning Neige, the vice warden ordering Neige to run and evacuate the premises. The other members of the team rushing in at the sound of Rook’s shouting. Vil couldn’t forgive himself for what he had attempted to do… he was as ugly as the poison that he created. If only he was the fairest… if only Neige LeBlance hadn’t walked into his life again… if only you could understand what it meant to be… the fairest one of all…

Idia Shroud

Idia would also be a combination type yandere - possessive and clingy on a short list, with subtle stalker on the longer list. Not that anyone can blame him of course - his childhood was spent in it’s entirety on the Island of Woe, the next Shroud in line to take up the mantle as the Watchman of the Underworld. He, and his little brother Ortho, were the only children that lived in the facility, spending their days playing video games, reading manga and comic books, as well as creating original characters of their own. However, tragedy struck when the two boys snuck out of their room during a routine lockdown and one of the phantoms possessed the younger brother - Idia’s grief and self-blame pushed him away from others, even after he was able to reunite with his brother… in a technological sense.

Years later, during his junior year at NRC, Idia was surprised when Ortho volunteered to bring you into Ignihyde - as many other students were. When Idia demanded an explanation - Ortho explained the scan he did on you indicated that you had a lot of the same qualities as many of Ignihyde's students. What a drag - but what's done is done, and Idia found himself, not only in charge of a dorm, but an unexpected guest as well.

For the first few months, Idia holed himself up in his room - trying to avoid an encounter with the ‘normie’ of the dorm; the magicless guest of Ignihyde. Ortho attempted over and over again to get him to come out and meet the new member, telling him all about how interested you were in manga comics, fantasy RPGs, and the like - but Idia always refused… until one night during a routine midnight snack run, he ran into you. You were smaller than he expected you to be, the dorm’s heavy leather jacket baggy over your form - also swapping the typical heavy denim jeans and boots for leggings and slippers. Idia was even more surprised when you offered him a large roll of chocolate chip cookies you had picked up from the school store, a smile on your face, “Hello, I’m (y/n). You must be Idia, right?”

And following that first encounter, Idia slowly began to warm up to you. He was drawn to your sassiness and imagination, especially when the two of you talked about video games - Idia even went as far as to introduce you to his online friend, Muscle Red - the gamer excited about having another runner in the mix for events.

However, what no one knew was that Idia slowly began to worm his way into your online presence. He hacked into your computer that Ortho had provided for you and watched when you were online, who you interacted with, and what you talked about. At first, Idia reasoned it was a way to get to know you - the best way to find out the internal workings of someone was to figure out about the mask you wore, right? But even so, the real pusher was when he was spying on a chatroom you were a part of and one member began insulting you - saying that you weren’t really a gamer, that you didn’t know anything about online gaming, or anime, and that you were a fake… a ‘normie’. If Idia had been standing next to you, you would have seen his typical calm blue hair turn red hot - hotter than the flames of Tartarus. No one was going to get away with calling his friend a ‘normie’ - magicless or not.

In the months that followed, Idia began to slowly attach himself to you - spending more time in your presence than ever before. Then, when he was summoned back to the Island of Woe to test the students that had overblotted, he brought you along with him, keeping you close as each test was conducted, examined, and recorded. The look on your face and the questions you asked him, yes, brought him joy.. But also made him worry - what did you think of him now that you knew what he was doomed to become? Would you eventually end up like Ortho because of his mistakes? Idia didn’t want to think about that… but even so, to be free of his responsibilities… to not have to be the caretaker of the Phantoms any longer… to reset the world… maybe then, you would be safe…

Malleus Draconia

Malleus follows the same combination style - he’s definitely the obsessive, the stalker, and possessive style. Living in Briar Valley, it’s no secret that as the next in line it is his duty to help provide an heir that will take over for him when the time comes. As his mother and father had loved each other before him, Malleus often wished for the same kind of companionship that they had - however it is hard with Lilia away caring for a young human and Sebek, hence the only thing Malleus has is the comfort of his dreams. He dreams a lot, images of a fair young human traveling through the forests of Briar Valley playing in his mind - Malleus far too fearful to approach.

Many years later - during his junior year at NRC - Lilia informs him of a strange individual that has arrived - a magicless guest that is to be taking residence within the Ramshakle dorm that was on the school campus. Of course, Lilia had known about Malleus’ tendency to spend quiet nights in the dorm, listening to the sounds of the old building creek, the windows rattling against the wind… the silence and stillness of the place. Even so, Malleus does continue to travel to the dorm at night, walking around the premises like a dragon guarding his hoard. One night, however, he encounters you - the child of man with no magic abilities whatsoever - and is surprised by how easily you talk to him, without any fear in your eyes, even more so when you nickname him ‘Tsunotarou’. It slowly becomes a habit for him, heading to the Ramshakle dorm each night daily to spend time with you and talk to you - the first friend he has outside of the protection of Silver and Sebek.

Malleus often sends Lilia to keep an eye on you, much to the chagrin of Sebek - the elder warming up to you and sharing everything he finds interesting with you with his charge - how you love visiting the other dorms, spending time with Ace, Deuce, and Grim, the struggles you encounter… never mind each of the overblot incidents that cause destruction and harm. Malleus then uses the reports to gain your trust, always lending out a hand to help when needed and offering comfort when there was none to be had. You slowly became his secret treasure - something he wanted to hide away, to protect endlessly until the end of your days.

But still… to a fae, a hundred years can pass in the blink of an eye… a thousand years was just the same way… And when the revelation of Lilia’s powers slowly depleting became noticeable, Malleus became lost for words. He was losing the closest thing he had to a father… and you were close to finding a way back to your world. He couldn’t allow that - he couldn’t lose anyone that was close to him.

When the others attempted to stop him - Malleus easily overpowered them. After all, he is one of the top five mages of the world - his power as a Draconia was more than enough to defeat an army, let alone students in a magic school. With ‘Fae of Maleficence’ casted, darkness covered the school - pulling everyone into slumber and keeping them as they were indefinitely. Everyone could be the protagonist of their own story… everyone could be happy… to live in their current state… and he would never be alone again…

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beloved-blaiddyd · 2 months

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A Tasteless Cup [Yandere!Joker/Reader]

Prompt: After the destruction of your previous reality, you and Akira Kurusu landed in Teyvat. In an effort to stay afloat, Akira had set up a book café in Mondstadt alongside you. However, is this the true flavor of "Freedom"? [Dedicated to: Riley H. Goodheart, for the Alone Together event]

CW: yandere themes, dubious food, manipulation/controlling behavior, toxic relationship dynamic. P.S: Akira is aged up [20s] in this fic, happens after Persona 5.

To Akira, those he lets into his heart will become an intrinsic part of him. They are more than a trick of a card, more than a mask to mimic and steal for his own, more than a numbers game. Every bit of them is his soul. His relationships are the culmination of his being and, eventually, his raison d'etre.

And Akira Kurusu had a hard time coping with losing these links.

To others, relationships are no different from chains. The surrounding people are less a home and more like bars to a cage— a prison. And despite being somewhat of a Mr/Ms. Congeniality, you aren't as affected by the fact that neither of you can return to your respective world.

You are both empty. You have been handed a clean slate, an empty card, and an empty vision.

You are both "fools" again.

"Bit too early in the morning to start a serious discussion…" Akira tiredly muttered, removing his glasses before rubbing his eyes.

But as long as the sun rises once more, does a rebirth truly matter?

Anyone would be remiss to disregard the sheer jadedness in his eyes and the slight breathlessness of his speech. Akira poured himself a cup. Normally served to others rather than his indulgence, you quietly noticed that his cup lacked sugar. The cafe owner drank and embraced its bitterness, unflinching.

It's been three months since you both arrived in the world of Teyvat. Getting by as an Outlander proved difficult, and thankfully, Akira is kind towards you and a jack-of-all-trades. One might say he has "maxed out his stats." Charismatic, skilled, and bold, he has the makings for an entrepreneur with a pyro vision to boot. Unsurprisingly, he had become one of old Mond's eligible bachelors in a short time frame.

So, by just the third week, he managed to persuade Master Ragnvindr with a solid pitch. The cafe you both sit in is a testament to your shared hard work. With his brew proficiency and your hobby of accumulating knowledge through books and art pieces, the cozy place had become a second home for individuals such as the local librarian and the Guild's investigator.

But you'll always remember his words the night before he was invited into Duke Ragnvindr's study room.

"Akira, are you sure about this?" You muttered, tugging his sleeve. "Once you finalize it, you can't just..."

"Hmm? Why are you hesitating?" He tilted his chin up slightly, confused. "It's a good way to keep our finances afloat, right? Don't you want to keep collecting books and art supplies? I thought you said you wanted to have a small library someday."

"But, for you to work this much for it-"

"You matter to me. You are the only thing left binding me down here in Teyvat." He casually shot you down, but his light tone could not erase the heaviness of his words. "Besides..."

"Don't you like it when I make a hot cup and fresh pastries just for you?"

That dream materialized into something called Cafe LeBlanc. Though he claims the name wasn't his but a charming, cranky old man's— you doubt anyone else can come up with that. But he sounded genuine enough. His unexplainable "silent" face can sometimes make him a hard read.

… This isn't one of those times. You know what's troubling him quite well.

"Yeah…" you muttered. "Can't we save this conversation for the end of the day instead?"

Akira laughed.

"Smart," he hummed humorlessly.

"You know I get too tired to do anything at night except washing dishes and doing crosswords. It's not happening. We'll have this talk now."

Fair enough. Avoiding one's problems is a mindset you never advocated. You'd be a terrible hypocrite if you start now. "Alright, I'll hear you out."

You shifted from your seat, dragging it closer to the counter. Akira downed his cup on the other side, revealing no liquid gold in its bottom. His eyes were wide awake thanks to the caffeine, yet you couldn't even glance upward.

"(Y/n), do you remember how I got this pyro vision?"

You blinked, unsure how he'd make the fact relevant. Still, you nodded.

A long time ago, you liked how open Akira was about himself. You can tell he had immense trust issues he had worked on fixing. Akira is a good man. Being wrongfully expelled and imprisoned at a young age must've done damages you can't quite comprehend fully. Sometimes, you wish you had the courage to be just as vulnerable, too.

He traced the outline of a pyro symbol on the table with his slender finger collecting not a single dust nor stain. Despite the warmth his vision may hold, it did not detract from the cold atmosphere you both had to face. With the angle you were viewing him, you can't help but notice his eyelashes. They're prettier than yours, you thought. If only his glare wasn't so pointed.

"When I arrived in this world, I was alone and confused. But you? You weren't. I saw your face— the face of someone who had nothing to lose to begin with."

Akira's gaze softened. He was right. You adapted to this new world so suspiciously well.

"I couldn't tell whether you saw our situation as a positive or whether you thought this whole transfer to another reality was a cruel joke. But I had a feeling you were as horrified as I was. That you couldn't bear the thought of living alone. I think that you also had friends you cared for, but now, you will never be able to hear their voices again."

He breathed in shakily, his eyes heavy. Akira may seem like a silent person, no different from Duke Ragnvindr, but the time you spent together backs up what your instincts are testifying right this second.

There's one true thought in his mind.

After all his efforts.

After all that he has gone through so that you'll stay by his side.

What was it all for?

"So, when a Lawachurl wounded you in Windrise, I stepped in. I can't help but project myself onto you. I thought about how you must also have friends waiting– family waiting– whether it's a cat or a sister— I knew I just had to. I had to risk everything, even if you were just a stranger to me then." He clenched his fists. "And you were worth it. You were absolutely worth every risk. You were worth everything. I knew I had to survive, if not for myself, but to help you."

"Even without some sort of— card– or whatever— to indicate it, I knew our relationship was progressing. That our understanding of each other has reached such high ranks. I know we had become each other's most trusted confidant, so why? Listen, I value freedom too, but—"

He slammed his cup down— you jolted as you heard it chip slightly. It wasn't his intent to scare. Akira would never wish to frighten you. But he can't stop his emotions and movements from being brash and pointed.

"... Why did you want to quit working with me?"

There it goes.

"Is it because I haven't spent much time with you lately? You know I've been busy with trying to invest in a better flat—"

The pace of his breathing was starting to quicken.

"Kurusu, it's not that…" You need to rationalize this with him. Fast.

"I-Is it because work has been too much? I told you we could hire someone if you feel too faint for the job. I care about your health— hell— maybe even more than you do—"

"Akira, listen to me—"

His futile attempt to maintain control was like an age-weakened thread. The fibers of his composure whittled away string by string, itching to snap entirely. Akira's jaw clenched.

The manacle may not be anchoring his feet down as it did in the Velvet Room, but there's no denying that doubt is tugging and clawing at his neck. He knew that if he should continue, only strained words would come from his coffee-bitter lips.

He rubbed his head against his shoulder. He had to have been wiping a tear away, trying to make it unnoticeable but failing.

"But why are you LEAVING m—"

"Behold, for this fine hour, you are not only graced with the presence of soft rays— you are also blessed by myself: Fischl, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung!"

"Mein Fräulein meant to say good morning to you both, Arsene and Sholmes."

... Akira chuckled a short and strained sound that could easily be missed by a weak ear.

As though a switch had been flipped, Akira's contorted expression turned back to his customer service smile. You trembled slightly. Perhaps it's a skill he mastered during his part-time worker years in high school, but he seemed a little too good at hiding such overwhelming frustrations— almost shape-shifting.

It's…

Eerie.

He's smiling. It's his usual smile he has that has a calm allure and a hint of cockiness.

As if nothing happened five seconds ago.

"Ah, greetings, Your Highness!"

The guests were none other than some of the regulars, Amy and her bird familiar. This blonde, eye-patched girl is the only person in Little Mond who consistently makes Akira act dramatic.

He bowed, not missing a beat of young Amy's theatrics. After spending so many years chatting with Yusuke, he's gotten used to bouncing back conversations of this nature. Akira enjoys the young investigator's company. He saw tiny bits of his friend in her.

"What shall we, humble servants, offer you this dawn? Will it be your usual order, or does our dear royal have something else in mind entirely? We will do our best to provide you with maximum entertainment! After all, this is your castle, Mein Fräulein."

You stiffened.

We.

He's not letting you go just yet. You caught a glimpse of his dark pupils, slightly moving to meet yours. Imploring you without words to act out of his best interest.

Akira Kurusu has always been a witty man, but there is no way there's no anger beneath that mask.

"Are you alright, Sholmes?" Oz asked.

For whatever reason, Akira persuaded Amy to call you both Arsene Lupin and Herlock Sholmes. The former was likely a nod to his first persona's name. His explanation for the latter was something along the lines of "you strike me as the type who always wants to search for your truth."

You blinked.

Right. You're his version of Sherlock Holmes.

Ha.

Even here, he gets to dictate everything about you.

"... Yes, Your Highness, to what do I owe the pleasure?" you said. The blonde girl smiled and tilted her head up pompously.

"What other brew could I possibly order but the darkest taste that leaves any normal mortal to shrivel in imagination?" Amy shrugged, her eyebrow raised as though everyone knew what she babbled on with commendable sass. Her aviator companion thankfully cleared the air— albeit a little too blunt.

"Mein Fräulein desires a cinnamon ginger affogato with more sugar than last time, please. Two spoons for the poor Mein Fräulein."

"O-Oz!?!"

It's easily one of the least bitter cups on the menu. It consists of vanilla gelato, a tablespoon of espresso powder, cinnamon sticks, hazelnut liqueur, and bits of dried sunsettia. I can't say what would make anyone fear such a thing except for those with complications. Someone else shared the same sentiment.

You and Akira laughed in unison.

Your eyes widened in astonishment. That was in sync. You immediately looked away as Akira busied himself with Amy's order. It was awkward knowing that even with your efforts to cut things off, there was still some vague commonality between you two.

"... Say, your Highness?" Akira smiled softly. "Would it be alright for me to probe some of your most revered royal musings?"

...

... What is his play this time?

"You have my ears, dear subject."

"Suppose there is a princess who is facing an uphill battle. Furthermore, her valiant knight aspires to rescue her. However, the princess, for unknown reasons, declines his assistance. Is that..." He shut his eyes, laughing that strained chuckle once more. "... equittable?"

"Oh, most grievous indeed! A knight, who is obligated by the code of chivalry, shall always respond to the plea of his princess when she is in peril. His solemn obligation is to protect her honor and safeguard her from any danger!"

Akira looked at you.

His eyes were cold.

"But what if the princess doesn't want to be saved? What if she believes she can handle the situation herself, or maybe she thinks having assistance would make her weak?"

"Ah, but thou dost speak in riddles!" Amy scoffed, unamused. "A princess may exhibit abundant power and courage, yet it is the responsibility of her faithful knight to guarantee her safety, especially when she questions her own necessity. For what good is a knight's valor if not to serve and protect his liege?"

"Would you say her actions essentially strip him of his purpose?"

"Why, of course!" Amy replied with full conviction. "One would not require Oz if he lacks such a necessary trait! It is the basis of our trust– our relationship! A true knight's honor lies not in the glory of battle, but in his unwavering commitment to his princess, even in the face of her refusal."

You sucked in a deep breath.

Akira, you—!

"Speak frankly. Do these inquiries pertain to me?" Amy glared at him. Akira shook his head immediately, umping up his flamboyant voice inflections.

No.

It's about you.

It's always about you when it comes to him.

"Of course not!" Akira feigned worry. "It was for a novel I'm writing— to honor one's love."

… To honor one's "love".

Love? You froze. He calls this relationship love? It hadn't been that for the past few months! Love is meant to be like coming home to a comforting home— not a cold palace with your unfeeling statue at the heart of it all.

You were hoping that your life would be dictated by what you want it to mean this time around. You hope to create your own purpose, your own identity. You hope to reject his titles—being his partner and his "Sholmes."

But mostly, you sincerely hoped his words were untrue and did not allude to something as sinister and self-destructive as his love.

Besides, you already have a lover waiting for you to leave this mess behind.

You and he already have everything planned out. A rented flat, food, work— everything is set. The only box to tick off was leaving itself, and then you'll be in your lover's arms.

But you swore.

You swore you just saw him smirk.

"(Y/n), could you please lend me a hand? Can you pass the cinnamon sticks from the cupboard?"

Starting your day by serving Amy leads to serving a hundred more. You can't just stand up and leave whenever someone asks for your service. It's impossible to make the shortest comment about how you no longer work for LeBlanc, even more so when people beg for book recommendations. Being friendly is part of who you are. It can't be helped.

What made matters worse was that people were ordering seconds. Apparently, Akira must've adjusted all the recipes on the menu because whatever was added to those cups made it all the more divine. You knew his skills were perfection, but to think he could even exceed that...

In the end, despite multiple delays, Akira still got you right where he wanted you.

"Thank you. Please come again!" He escorted the final customer outside and flipped the closing sign himself.

Now, it was just the two of you left.

"... You must be tired." You offered, hoping he wouldn't catch on. "It's been a long day, why don't you take a rest—"

"Nice try."

Well, it was worth a shot.

You stiffly waited for him to say something. Anything. But instead, he took a kettle off the icebox and heated the stove with his vision.

"Back to my story, do you remember where we left off?"

The wisest thing to have down was biting your tongue or pretending not to know what he was talking about. Unfortunately, your answer was immediate.

"Something about how you got your vision?"

"Ah, yes, that." Akira laughed. "Say, I told you about how I used to be the leader of the Phantom Thieves when I was in High School, right?"

While waiting, Akira tapped his fingers against the table but stopped when he realized you were becoming distracted. Snapping out of it, you cleared your throat.

"You were stealing hearts in the Metaverse, yes, I recall..." You mumbled. Due to the sudden need to speak, you ended up unwittingly playing by his script again. "You manifested a Persona and used that to reform the heart of rotten adults."

You flinched slightly when his tea was starting to release thin smokes. It smelled too much like rust. Maybe he exhausted it too much today. The customers you had were double the amount. You had to commend his willpower for still managing exceed his usual sleep schedule.

"Isn't the kettle burning?"

"Trust me, it's not," he answered nonchalantly. "I remember when I told my story to you, you were mostly understanding of our actions. You didn't judge us. Rather, you told me that humanity is selfish and destructive."

"But back to how I got my vision," he finally turned the stove off. "I genuinely thought my most distinct trait was my appreciation for Freedom."

"Yet you got a pyro vision." You joked lightly.

He didn't laugh. Instead, he nodded.

"Strange, isn't it?" Akira tilted his head to look at you for a bit, before back at the hot cup he was pouring. It's the same liquid he's been adding the entire day. This must be the last of those ten pints. "Here, try it."

You slowly took it. It's still a bit too warm, so you continued talking.

"I thought about it, too. If we go by theories, it will make more sense if Barbatos blessed me instead. But with you here..." Akira laughed. "Pyro is definitely my element. I'm seeing a pattern with vision-wielders like me. Based on what I've seen so far, pyro users are often the most passionate. And passion can put a leash on freedom when need be."

You took a sip.

He put an elbow on the table and propped his chin on his palm.

"How is it?"

"It's... tasteless?" You blinked.

You thought he must've added something grand to the cups today. Was it all just one big placebo effect?

"Makes it no different than regular water, huh?"

"Well, yeah, I guess?"

"I've actually been disposing of this the entire day, that's why the coffees looked darker. Diluting the original sample is hard work but worth it. Enough as a substitute for normal water in case we run out. Who knew you could empty 10 pints so quickly in a day..."

"You. In case you run out." You sighed, finally addressing it. "Akira, I'm no longer your partner."

"So is he."

You both paused.

He returned the kettle to the ice box before unmasking its contents.

"You were near-fatally wounded once before. You tasted it in your mouth when I defended you from that Lawachurl-

"You should know by now that blood isn't supposed to be tasteless."

Riley H. Goodheart can now message Akira Kurusu

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lyomeii · 1 year

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akechi with a phantom thieve! darling

->warnings: yandere theme, obsession, manipulation, reader is kinda naive for their good, spoilers, gender natural reader (they/them)

-> a/n: being a while since i wrote for persona 5 and with @i-might-be-vanny idea, I got really excited to write something for the detective boy over here, it’s being a while since I played persona and i barely began playing the royal, so pardon for my memorie. if you want, the request still open!

-> he always knew that you were different from your lolvely teammates. Your posture, attitude, manners and personality made you standout in comparison to your friends, at least to akechi’s scarlet eyes.

-> since the first glance inside the okumura’s palace, the detective couldn’t think about anything or anyone else other than you. You stood so unique from the others, your clothes were in a much light and soft aesthetic compared to the usual darker colors from ren and his companions. you reminder him as the many princess from numerous fairy tales he read as a child.

-> soon after okumura death in public, akechi decided to visit the Leblanc to met with ren and share a talk with him, but for his luck, the boy wasn’t there but you were. Turned out that you were replacing ren for the day and by the smell of coffee in your clothes it’s seem that you’ve being here since morning.

-> without any other clients around neither the gang, you and akechi began chit chat around many subjects, but mostly ended with you being the main topic. He desperate wants to know more about yourself and the group, but mostly about how you, your life, your family, just about you.

-> well, didn’t took much time to learn about your personal life, at least what you let escape for the detective. Grades above the average rate, first year at Shujin, no club after classes and of course, single. In the other hand, you are happy that he never brought the phantoms thieves in the conversation.

-> the time he spend there with you meant so much to him! you don’t treat him differently from your friends, in fact, you talk with him as you even know him before, like an old friend who you met in the street after years of not seeing each others and now able to spend so much time talking what everything, oh he was loving it! unfortunately, he has to left after receiving a call from his “ superiors”, at least that what he said before finally leaving.

-> lucky or unlucky, akechi almost bumped into ren when he exit the coffee. Neither of them were expecting to met each other at this hour and both boys look kind irritated with their presence, but they didn’t exchange a single word. ren entered the shop and akechi stood still for a few more moments to see your interactions with the black haired boy.

-> fear, rage, despair, obsession. All those words describe the detective boy who witness his enemy hugging you, akechi hold himself to not entering the coffee and take you away from that dark haired boy. However he knew if he did that, you would never cared about him anymore.

-> days have passed since this lovely meeting and he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your presence during that day made him feel not only better and he quickly realize that he fall in love with way faster than he expected nor want to admit it… he is slowly becoming crazy.

-> he will have you no matter what, he kept saying it to himself when checking your socials media and finding out your closer relationship with ren. The photo of you holding hands with that criminal made him almost throw his phone at the wall, but he calmed himself and took a long breath. He needs to focus, he needs a plan to take you away from that idiot and make you his.

-> the moment you were invited to visit akechi at his house, you were a little suspicious about it. How someone who your beloved boyfriend and friends say to be dangerous asked you to visit him? Well, it a good opportunity to learn more about his schemes and to lure him to tell you about shido!

-> when goro called you (he insisted to be called by his first name), his voice sounded like he was hurt or in problems. As a good person, you said “ I will be there when I tell my parents and ren—“ but then the call ended almost immediately, making you try to call him numerous times and no responses. Leaving you go at his apartment.

-> arriving there, you felt suspicious about this entire situation. The staff working there were waiting for you and were so calmly about your presence, they were waiting for to show up. That’s mean goro were never in dangerous and you were a fool to believe him!

-> you tried to call ren and the others, but no signal, making you hopeless to being rescue by your loved ones, yet something catch your attention, the metaverse app acting crazy and by showing a closer palace to your location. With the elevator getting closer to the apartment, you opened the app and instantly that effect took over your vision for a few seconds…but nothing changed, you never left reality, could be that an erro? This might be a good conversation for later

-> entering goro’s apartment, you were surprised by the it size and the fancy furniture, but you are quirky brought back to reality by his voice. His appearance is the usual as always, but the tone of voice give away how scary and desperate he is. What happened to the sweet boy you met a few days ago?

-> his hand on your shoulders isn’t giving much comfortable and how his words are failing whatever you tried to ask why he invited you to visit him with the fact that your phone isn’t working at all and the metaverse app going crazy, giving notifications every second. Your heart is beating so fast, your vision seems to get worsen every time you try to focus on what goro is speaking, something will happen, something bad.

——

“ [name], Is everything alright?”

His voice brought you back to reality and made you realize that you are sitting next to him at a white couch, how long have you been spacing out? And why his hands are holding your? Maybe is better to ignore the last part, after all, your mind is begging you to take it easy.

“ Don’t worry about it. I just little nervous to be here, you know, this place is quite big for living by yourself.” their remark are true, the pentahouse is huge enough to fit her family and many friends to live a comfortable live for years! “ Oh— I am sorry! I didn’t meant to say that…”

If he is sad or angry about what they said then Goro is really good at hiding his true feelings like expected, a celebrity like him knows how to properly act to the public and anyone who he interact. Once a neutral expression shift to a smiley one, giving the guest a glimpse of safety, maybe he isn’t that bad like many rumored him to be.

His hand, the one that isn’t holding their hand, moves and slowly began caressing your face. Goro kept doing it for a few more times until you finally gain some courage and move his hand off, his touch felt not only difficult to remove away, but also made them more uncomfortable than before.

“ No hard feelings, [name]. In fact, I think you are curious to why it invited you here, aren’t you?” the smirk on his face is a easy indication to know that he is ready to tell them something, however he is holding himself to not spoil.

Agreeing with the detective, you view him raising from the couch and searching for something inside of a drawer from nearby. When done, he walked his way back and stood in front of you while holding few photographs with a smile on his face, but this smile hide his true intentions.

Without saying a single word, Goro gave you the photos and the look in your eyes were what he has waiting. Your face is full of shame and distress for context in the many photos, showing your mother buying drugs in a dark alley then a older photo of her with many men and lastly, a photo of you and her posing in front of a poor area of the city, know it for the crimes and criminal who live there.

“ W-why you have such photos of my mother?” you can’t hide it and the trembled words give away how panicked you are with this, you knows about your mother’s past and how difficult was to her raising you due to her younger age, but you never expected to someone else knowing about it, “ You know what, I don’t care. I am leaving and going to have a conversation about this with the others.”

Not wanting to spend more time at his side, you got your things and quick walk toward the door with many emotions consuming your inside out. Anger, he made you worry about nothing. Sadness, you though he was different. Fear, he manage to track down your mother’s actions involve illegal acts.

Opening the door to leave and enter the elevator to leave the pentahouse, you find something else instead. A dark red mixed with black blocking the exit, making you trapped inside this place… This can’t be a palace, right? Taking steps back, you turn your head to the immense windows and realize you can’t the others buildings or skyscrapers from before, all being replaced by the same tone of colors, proving your previous theory.

Panicking. Your mind is slowly going crazy and losing itself as seconds pass, why is this happening? Why are trapped with him? And if this a palace, then where is the treasure? The pentahouse looks the same, the only difference is Goro whose clothes resemble more a suit like the Pharom Thieves, but darker and scarier than they want to admit it.

“ [name]~[name]…” your name in his lips sound so perfect. You trembling in his arms while accepting your fate in his hands is making him fall over and over! “ You know where is the treasure, right?”

They stood still, thinking about his question and trying to find an answer, nothing changed and even with furniture being expensive, he doesn’t really care about it, unless… The treasure isn’t an object this time, rather a person, you.

“ I love you so much, [name].”

@lyomeii || don’t repost

#yandere headcanon #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere persona 5 #yandere akechi goro #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 headcanon #akechi goro x readed #yandere persona #akechi x reader #akechi goro x reader #sorry for the rushed end #I was tired

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lovelies-dream · 2 months

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Can I request how Hideaki, Elliot, and Maeve met Reader?

First meeting (Yandere ocs x reader)

I'm working on making headers for each of them so I don't have to use gifs as much, so look forward to that.

No warning other than reader doesn't have any tattoos, sorry.

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Summer in New York sucked. It was hot, painfully so, to the point where it felt like your skin was constantly burning. It also stunk, like garbage and food and sweat. But more than the smell or the heat, summer sucked because of one person.

Maeve Leblanc.

Every summer he had auditions for new models. They'd flock from all over the world just for a chance to meet him. One of these models included your best friend and roommate, Jessica. She was obsessed with him, trying every year since first moving to New York to model for him.

"He's like...the best designers of our generation!" You remember her swooning one day during dinner. "Jay even works with him--you've seen him in stuff, right?" You nod your head.

"I've heard of him." You respond before taking a bite of your food. "But I don't think his shows really appeal to me..."

Jessica shakes her head "regardless, I just know this is the year." She nods her head, determined.

You believed in her just as much, you're honestly surprised she hasn't already been chosen to be one of his models. But if there was one thing holding her back, it was her forgetfulness.

Waking up in the morning to a barrage of texts for Jessica was not what you expected. It took you a few seconds to process what she needed, before signing. She forgot an outfit, apparently they needed to provide their own for the first few rounds of auditions.

So here you were, in front of the ginormous building, large letters displaying Fleur. You didn't know much about Maeve, but flowers were a common theme with him, if the rows and rows of them outside weren't already that much of a sign. You took a deep breath before entering, clothing bag gripped tightly purely out of nervousness.

The entrance was busy, model after model filling the room to the point where the noise was nearly unbearable. You tried looking around the room, finding someone who could tell you where auditions were being held, opting for one of the few front desks that weren't taken over by models.

"Excuse me--"

"If you're here for auditions, they're closed." The woman interrupted, looking you up and down very confused. You weren't exactly dressed to impress, in a baggy t-shirt and jeans with tennis shoes that were most likely a year old. "Come back tomorrow."

"I'm not here for auditions." You snapped back. "My friend forgot something and I need to give it to her, she's in the auditions."

The woman nodded, shifting on her feet a bit. "Okay well--I can't let you in if you're not auditioning so, sorry." You groan in disappointment, before nodding and leaving the desk.

This day couldn't get any worse, at this point you were planning on just texting Jessica and telling her to suck it up and try again next summer, before your plans were thwarted by someone rudely bumping into you.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry--are you okay?" The person, a man judging by his voice, asks you. His hands were gripping your arms tight to keep you from falling, so the only thing you could do was look up and nod at him.

He wasn't that tall, which was surprising due to how hard he crashed into you. His dark hands were covered in tattoos, and you could even see a few peaking onto his neck. He definitely was attractive, but he didn't look like one of the models, wearing just a hoodie and some baggy jeans.

"Are you here for the auditions?" He asks you once you calm down a bit, letting you go finally.

You shake your head. "No, I'm here for a friend, she's the one auditioning." You hold up the bag of clothes to him. He looks confused for a few seconds before nodding, holding out his hand towards you with a smile.

"Well, I'm Elliot." You shake his hand, it was surprisingly warm.

"I'm (Y/n)." You introduce yourself.

"I'm also looking for a friend." He says, eyes darting around the entrance. "He works here, maybe he can help you?" He tilts his head at you. You shrug, it was worth a shot.

"Great!" He smiles, taking your hand again.

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You and Elliot spend about twenty minutes looking for his "friend", how he refused to give any more descriptors other than "tall loud idiot." It felt like he was making this harder for no reason.

Eventually, you two sat down on a tucked away seating area, Elliot attempting to call his friend for the sixth time now. You would call Jessica to tell her what was going on, but her phone was turned off, so you were out of luck.

"I'm sorry about all of this, I know he's here, it's just--" Elliot rubs the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed.

You shake your head, smiling a bit. "It's fine, don't worry about it." He laughs lightly, smiling wide. He had a very pretty smile, it would've made you nervous if it weren't for the situation you were in.

"(Y/n)." Elliot asks suddenly. "Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?" That was a strange question. You've honestly never thought about it that much, but a part of it scared you. Getting something permanently etched onto your body was a big commitment, you didn't know if you were ready for that yet.

"Uh--not really, I just don't think I'm brave enough to get one." You laugh awkwardly, a bit uncomfortable by the question.

"You definitely should." He responds. His eyes were locked onto you, making you feel small. "You have the skin for it." He says. "If you ever change your mind, I--"

"Elliot! Where have you been!" He's interrupted by someone behind you, causing you to turn around. In front of you was a tall, very upset man, storming towards you. He had fluffy black hair, very pale skin, and judging by his high end clothing, was one of the models here.

"What do you mean, Hideaki, I've been looking for you?!" Elliot shot up, forgetting the very strange conversation you were just having.

"I was in the upstairs dressing room, like always."

"I can't get to the higher floors, dumbass!"

"Wait--I thought I authorized you?"

"Authorization doesn't matter when there are auditions, we went over this, you have to be with me in person."

The entire time the two were arguing, you were trying to figure out where you'd seen the other guy before. He seemed so familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it. Maybe he showed up at your work, or maybe you saw him online, like on instagram or something--

"Oh--you're Jay, man I knew I've seen you somewhere before." You gasp, interrupting their argument. Jay, or Hideaki as Elliot called him, furrowed his eyebrows. Elliot was holding back laughter as he peered at your satisfied face.

You should've recognized the actor and model immediately, Jessica watches nearly every show he's been in, she even managed to get his autograph at last year's auditions.

"Who is this?" Jay asks his friend.

"This is (Y/n), they're looking for their friend." Elliot smiled. "You're going to take us to the audition room as an apology for wasting our time." Jay looked annoyed, groaning as he rolled his eyes.

"Fineee--come on." He motioned for you to follow, moving towards the crowd of people. Elliot waited for you to stand up before taking your hand again.

"Thank you." You whisper to him. He doesn't respond, just smiling instead.

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This was probably the biggest elevator you've ever been in. It was incredibly fancy with so many buttons, you're sure you would've gotten lost if it wasn't for Elliot and Jay.

Speaking of Jay, he's been on his phone the whole time you've been in this elevator, which has been a while due to the amount of people getting on and off. He seemed to be in his own world, which you didn't know was because of you or Elliot.

"(Y/n), you said your friend is auditioning, is this their first time?" Elliot speaks up in the quiet elevator. You can see Jay's eye shift over to you for a second, before going back to his phone.

"No, she's been auditioning now for about three years now." You answer. "I think she has a shot though, she's been working really hard."

Elliot nods "Well, tell her I wish her luck."

"She's gonna need it if this is her third year." Jay laughs from the side, causing you to look over at him with a raised eyebrow. "I'm just saying, it isn't easy to model for Maeve, trust me I know."

You decide not to mention that he never had to go through the auditioning process and was chosen by Maeve specifically, you didn't want to start drama, choosing to instead stay quiet.

Eventually, the elevator stops, opening up to a large open floor filled with models and clothes and makeup. It was crowded, but significantly quieter than the entrance. "Your friend should be in here." Jay says blankly. "Elliot come on." He calls.

"Give me a second--" Elliot looks over at you. "Sorry for all the trouble." He grabs your hand and places a small piece of paper in it. "My number--in case you change your mind about that tattoo. Or if you just want to talk." You looked at the paper for a second before looking back at him. He was smiling, wide and bright, and it made your heart jump in your chest.

"Yeah, will do." He nods, before heading back into the elevator with a wave.

As the elevator doors close, you can feel yourself becoming progressively more nervous. There were too many people, and you were starting to get more anxious around all these people.

"(Y/n)!" Thank god Jessica found you. You could see her stride over to you, engulfing you into a hug as she takes the bag from your hand. You're so happy she's here, that means you can leave soon.

"Thank you so much." She says. "I have to go and get changed--sorry to leave so soon."

You shake your head "It's fine, go try your best!" You shove her away playfully as you giggle.

The elevator felt like a breath of fresh air when you stepped into it. You wondered if you should message Elliot, or if it would be too sudden. How long should you even wait before talking to him? As you wrestled with this in your brain you barely even noticed when the door opened and someone walked in. You instinctively move to let him enter, eyes glued to your phone and the piece of paper.

The elevator was silent for the few moments after he entered, which you were perfectly fine with as you didn't feel like conversing with anyone.

"You're slouching." You look at the man, he was looking down at you already. "Don't do that."

The man's calm but powerful voice broke you out of your trance. You quickly fixed your posture before stuffing your phone in your pocket. You didn't dare look at the man, too embarrassed to see his face. It was like his presence was too overwhelming.

"Better." He says, his voice satisfied.

You stifle a confused groan before finding the small amount of courage in you to shift your gaze towards him. He was tall, extremely so. He was covered head to toe in designer clothing, with strawberry blond hair that framed his face perfectly.

You nearly choke on your own breath as you realize that you're in an elevator with Maeve Leblanc. One of the most famous people in the world, the whole reason thousands of people are here today, is in the same elevator as you and just told you to fix your posture. You don't know whether to be surprised or scared.

You waste no time shifting your gaze back to your feet, mentally praying that this elevator would hurry up. "Are you here to audition?" Why does he keep talking to you? You thought it was pretty obvious that you weren't auditioning, but apparently not.

"Uh--no, I was here for a friend." You answer quickly, eyes staying locked to the floor.

He hums lightly in understanding and you can feel his gaze shift onto you. Almost like something overtook you, you finally look at him completely, meeting his gaze for the first time.

His eyes were a deep blue, staring far into your soul. His face was captivating, even more so that it wasn't behind a t.v. screen. You felt bewitched by him, by his beauty, that you didn't notice the small amount of shock on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked back at you.

"You should." He said.

"Huh?" You gaped in confusion.

"Audition." He answers. "You should audition."

"Ha--" You laugh, trying to avoid the awkwardness. "Yeah--" Your voice draws out as you turn back to the ground, he couldn't be serious.

Eventually, the elevator dings, and you're greeted with the entrance and once again you can finally breathe. You leave the elevator, not failing to notice that Maeve doesn't leave, but his eye stays on you. He does, however, reach out his hand to stop the doors from closing.

"I'm serious" He says, making you turn and face him completely. "You should come tomorrow and audition." It didn't feel like a request, but more like a demand, like he was demanding you show up tomorrow. But even so, you just laugh while the door closed, sighing as he was finally out of view.

"What the fuck--"

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A/n: Hope you liked this.

#platonic yandere #soft yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x y/n #yandere oc x you

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lovelybrooke · 10 months

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Yandere OC Introduction

So, this will be the introduction to my OC and depending on how well it does, I might make some more headcanons about him. I've probably hyperfixated on him more than any of my other characters, it's crazy.

I don't know if I need to say this, but trigger warning for vague talks of Homophobia and struggles with gender identity . Nothing too bad, but still wanted to let you know.

I also don't completely understand how the fashion/modeling industry works nor am I French so sorry if I get something incorrect.

Check out my other work here: Masterlist

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Maeve Leblanc was born in the French countryside. He lived with his mother, father and his two grandparents. He was born pale in complexation with blond hair he never enjoyed cutting. His parents saw him as the most beautiful child, and his beauty only continued to grow as he got older.

Maeve constantly dreamed of being more than what he was. While being drove into town by his father, he'd imagine of escaping, becoming a famous star, and being loved by everyone.

As he got older, he realized his love for fashion. He watched old, black and white movies, and would recreate the clothing they wore with the little material he had. He'd take his parents magazines and copy their poses in the mirror. He wanted to be exactly like the model on the cover. He'd wanted to be the first thing everyone looked at. He wanted to be the most beautiful person in the room.

Maeve's dreams were welcomed with open arms by his mother and father, who were happy to see their son taking an interest in something so creative. However, his grandparents, specifically his grandfather, was not too pleased. Maeve was never hyperaware of his role as a man or his gender before his grandfather. He never understood his male classmate's aversion to painting their nails or wearing makeup. Maeve was always too concerned with obtaining his ideal version of beauty, and it just so happened that things classified as "feminine", was what he viewed as beautiful.

None of that made sense to his grandfather though, and as Maeve got older, he was forced to deal with his torment. He decided he couldn't take it anymore when his grandfather destroyed a dress he was working on for months, a gift he was going to give to his mother. This was the first time Maeves family was exposed to his anger, trying to get him to calm down as he loudly yelled at his grandfather, nearly lashing out on him when he got too close. His parents didn't take his side in the argument, saying he was being unreasonable, so Maeve left. He planned on heading for Paris, hoping to get work for a modeling agency there. His parents tried to stop him, but his mind was set, and he was gone.

In Paris, Maeve realized for the first time how valuable good looks were. Living in a small town, Maeve was never seen as the ideal man for any woman. He was often teased and bullied for his interests in fashion and makeup, but Maeve didn't care, mainly focusing on himself and his goals. In Paris however, Maeve discovered what desire could do to a person. He watched men and woman swoon over him, and it wasn't hard to find a modeling position at all. By the time he turned 20, his face was on magazines all across Paris.

Maeve, however, wasn't satisfied with just Paris, nor was he satisfied with just being a model. Maeve wanted to be a household name, he wanted people to think of him when they thought of beauty, Maeve wanted power.

Maeve knew he was a good designer, and with the money he got modeling, he opened up his first Boutique in Paris. It was an instant success, due to his popularity, and due to the detail and beauty within his designs. As Maeve grew older and became more popular, he became obsessed with anything he viewed as beautiful. Rumors started to spread of him breaking down over a pose not looking right or a piece of clothing not fitting him correctly. As he slowly came into more of a leadership position, his anger became more common.

Maeve's success continued to grow and grow, until he was offered to expand him company outside of Paris. He was ecstatic, happy he was finally getting the recognition he deserved. Soon, him and a significant amount of his crew was moving to New York. Maeve was able to open his own modeling agency, while still being able to create clothing and even model himself if he was offered.

This takes us to the modern day. Maeve has become a household name and incredible businessman. His clothing company is worth billions, and models from all around the world dream of being a part of his agency. Though, it's never been that easy. Each and every one of Maeves models have been personally approved by him, and even getting to the point where Maeve is considering you is nearly impossible. Every few years, Maeve takes in a handful of Models, sending away hundreds that apply.

However, Maeve isn't just known for his good looks and designing skills. Maeve is also notoriously known for his anger. Maeve is obsessed first and foremost with beauty, and he takes every measure possible to assure he and his models can achieve it. Maeve is known for being brutally honest to his employees and models, but people chalk that up to his time as a model in Paris. However, his anger and bluntness are not just subjected to his models, but to paparazzi and interviewers who want to pry too much into his personal life. There are multiple clips of Maeve snapping in interviews because parasocial questions were asked. It's not common for Maeves models to say bad things about him though. Maeve holds his models to a high standard because he knows the can achieve greatness. He believes all his models worked hard for the position they got in his agency, why should they just stop because they finally made it?

One thing Maeve is asked constantly about it his love life. Maeve has talked vaguely muses, people who inspired him so much it sent him on a craze. No one, not even the people who work closest to him, knows how you become a Muse, or how many Muses Maeve has had in the past. Hell, people don't even know if Maeve has had a relationship with each of him Muses, It's truly a big mystery. People constantly make conspiracies about each of his models, and which one could be his Muse at any point in time. He never addresses these rumors though, keeping that aspect of himself a secret.

Well, until he met you.

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A/n: I'm really nervous about posting this, since I don't know if people would want to read about my OC. I hope you enjoyed, and please tell me if you want to see more of him in the future.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere oc #oc x reader

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spicyicetea · 8 months

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So far, based on the polls it seems like Y/N is going to be:

A persona user (who isn’t a phantom thief)

Shipped with all confidants

Not a student at Shujin but someone who meets the phantom thieves and other confidants starting at Cafe Leblanc.

All of this is subject to change until the polls are over if you want to vote and haven’t already Click Here

As usual this will be a Yandere x reader story and may contain NSFW topics so read at your own discretion. If you’ve read my writing before you know I tend to write Fem!readers so I apologise if you can’t identify or look past the she/her pronouns. If there’s a character you want an x reader ship but with gn! Or Masc! Pronouns you can always send a request my way, they’re always open. The first chapter is already underway but I won’t publish until the poll is officially over. I am taking suggests for the name of this story as it will be one of my longer ones.

I’ll see you all later

#x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #persona #persona 5 #persona 5 x reader #yandere persona 5 #yandere persona #yandere persona x reader #yandere persona 5 x reader

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icantthinkyandere · 4 months

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Could we please get general relationship headcanons for (non-yandere) Ann and Makoto? Thank you!

I hope you enjoy them^^

{Makoto}

She's the kind of partner that would make sure you're eating properly every. Whether it's through text or in person. If in person she and depending on how busy you two are at the time, she would suggest you eat something together.

When it comes to date, she prefers more private dates like staying home and watching something or to a book cafe. She is open to trying out different kinds of dates since she loves experiencing her partners interests.

Which speaking of, she will take notes and research the things her partner enjoys. She does expect them to do the same as well.

While she does love the rest of the Phantom Thieves, she also knows they are very intense. So, it would take some time for her to introduce them to her partner. Another reason also is that she'd want to make sure the relationship can last more than a couple of weeks too, in case things get awkward.

Once she's ready to introduce everyone, she'd want to do it in a way that doesn't get her partner overwhelmed with how intense Ryuji can be or how weird Yusuke can get.

Being in a relationship with her will be awkward and difficult in the start due to her lack of experience having friends, let alone a partner. In the start, she can come off as distant since she doesn't want to seem overbearing or pushy in any way.

She tries her best and even asks her friends for advice even when it's just something Futaba saw in a dating sim.

{Ann}

Ann is the opposite of Makoto. She likes going out and exploring new cafes, shops, and anywhere else she can find. When she can afford it, she likes to go to anime cafes even when she's not a fan because she likes how cute the food is.

At the start of the relationship, she gets so excited to go on dates that she'll forget to get her partners inputs of what they would want to. She also forgets to plan ahead and will spring surprise dates on them when she sees something fun they could do together.

If her partner likes going out like her and surprise dates, then dates with her can go for hours since you both will keep seeing something new to do.

If they like planning dates and more private indoor dates, she'll start keeping an ear out for upcoming events they can plan together. It'll take a while for her to get used to indoor dates, but she will enjoy just laying around watching movies and eating snacks with face masks.

She also likes couples dates. Meaning her partner will definitely meet AkiraRen first if he has a partner at that time. That also extends to the other Phantom Thieves if they also are dating someone at the time.

Once you meet one of them on a couple's date, she'll offer them to meet the other Phantom Thieves. It'll he more low-key, like when Makoto takes you to them. Probably at Leblanc since it's their usual hang out and a nice comfortable atmosphere for everyone.

Being in a relationship with Ann will take a lot of work on both parts. They'll both have to learn how to communicate better what they want and what they expect from their partners. Especially if they're a lot more mellow than Ann. If they are, she will ask people like Makoto and Yusuke for more quiet and calm dates since their interests are more inclined to that.

#persona 5 #persona 5 x reader #ann takamaki #ann takamaki x reader #makoto nijima #makoto nijima x reader

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chronicbeans · 11 months

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I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but can I please ask for a yandere Ren from Persona 5 with a Yuutsu darling

And where he starts to grow attached to her and one day he confesses his feelings and she accepts but on the condition he'll marry her

Yuutsu is an OC of mine and you can find more information on her at my posts here on Tumblr I'm sorry if this sounds weird and you don't have to take this request if you don't want to

Of course! I'll try my best, since this is my first time writing for an OC that isn't my own. From what I could gather, she seems like a very soft-spoken and nice person, that is willing to put others over herself. If this isn't entirely accurate, I apologize!

Of course, just so everyone knows, Yuutsu belongs to the lovely @nunezs-stuff !

Yandere Ren Amamiya x Yuutsu (OC)

TW: Stalking, Mentions of Past Abuse, False Criminal Accusations, Bullying, Intimidation

It was entirely a coincidence that Ren met Yuutsu that day. Being extremely late to the first day of school does make it harder to properly meet your classmates, as well as secure a poor first impression, but Yuutsu seemed to not only be happy to meet him... But completely alright with his tardiness and the unsavory rumors floating about. A girl as soft-spoken as her having no problem with such a disturbing rumor about him was a shock, to say the least, for Ren. That, and the fact that she seemed to go out of her way at times to talk with him.

Asking how he is feeling, making sure the rumors aren't getting to him, and even asking for the truth from HIM. Not from the teachers, not from the other students, but the center of attention, himself. When he explained how the accusations against him were false, but he was still charged for the crime, he was sure Yuutsu wouldn't believe him... but she did. She did, and it struck a chord somewhere inside of him. An odd chord that made his heart flutter, as if a million pink butterflies made a home inside of it, and it was ready to burst at any moment.

Once that chord was struck, he started acting different. When the teachers would mention anything about her hair being dyed, he defended Yuutsu. She is expressing herself. Her outfits and hair hold no weight in whether or not she gets good grades, so why should it matter? She's doing well in school, as far as he knows, so it clearly isn't holding her back. Any student who says a thing wrong about her gets intimidated by him. Sure, he may not LOOK tough, but he has a criminal record. Even if Yuutsu knows that he didn't commit the crime, most of the other students don't. As far as they know, when they see him march up to them and give them a stern talking to, it's the equivalent of a thug approaching them to beat them down. No one will say a word about her, her interests, or anything else revolving around her on his watch.

Wherever Yuutsu goes, Ren follows. If the school schedule and Cafe Leblanc' opening and closing times don't get in the way, he will be there. In fact, he may even invite her to try out some of the coffee and curry at Cafe Leblanc. He doesn't see why not... It would save him the time of finding out her schedule, then finding her wherever she is at to go see her.

When he unlocks his persona and the ability to go into the Metaverse, everything gets worse. He now has a tool which could be used to get to know her, without having to follow her around. He'll do as much digging as the Metaverse let's him. Does Yuutsu have a shadow in the Metaverse? Does she have a palace? If so, what is it? What caused it? What can he learn about her from it?

It's at this point, Yuutsu most likely realizes that something is off. Ren looks more tired than usual. He seems to know more about her than he should. She never told him about what her parents did. About the horrible expectations they forced upon her, or what happened with her mother. Ren knows, however, having slipped up when trying to get her to relax and take a break from studying before she hurts herself. After having enough of... whatever was happening, she decides to confront him about it.

Sitting in a booth at Cafe Leblanc, she pops a question "Ren, we are friends, right? Can you tell me how you know about my parents. I don't remember telling you about them." Everything is silent, before she opens her mouth to repeat the question, wondering if he just didn't hear her. She's proven wrong, however, when Ren cuts her off.

"Look... Yuutsu, I know I'm not the most exciting guy. If anything, I'd say I'm pretty ordinary compared to a few of our classmates. I have my ways of figuring things out, however, that I can't really explain... If I tried, I am pretty sure you wouldn't believe me. I can tell you WHY I learned about your parents, though." He makes his way out from behind the counter, continuing to speak as he sits down across from her. "I love you. I love you so much. You are so kind, no matter what happens. You accept those that don't fit in with what society considers normal or decent. You dress how you want, act how you want, and pay no mind to those who tell you not to do that. I love you, so much, I can't even describe it. I think about you everyday, worrying about you, and try my best to do what I can to help you when you are in need. I love you, Yuutsu."

She tenses as he suddenly places his hand on top of hers, finishing his confession by saying "I wanted to make sure everything was okay at home. Now that I know the struggle you have gone through, alongside the fact that you have stayed so kind when some others let those experiences change them for the worst, I find you even more beautiful than before. Yuutsu, will you please be my girlfriend?"

There is a thick silence in the air. For a second, Ren fears the worst: she'll reject him- no, she'll FEAR him. She'll FEAR him like all the others in their school. However, she shocks him. Instead of saying something like "No... you're scaring me." or "Get away from me! How did you get that information?!", she looks him in the eyes, making a proposition.

"I'll be your girlfriend, if we get married in the future. The near future, preferably. Marriage is very important to me, so I want to make sure our priorities when it comes to our relationship don't conflict."

His eyes widen, a grin forming as he quickly responds "Of course! That's what I was hoping to hear, actually! I'd love to get married! Should we start planning now, so we can be prepared for when we can afford it? I'll even make a savings account for it. I love you so much, I can't wait to get married!"

#Persona 5 #persona 5 royal #persona 5 ren #ren amamiya #canon x oc #yandere persona 5

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runeterrankhaleesi · 10 months

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Earl Grey Tea (League of Legends) (K - N)

K’Sante:

Kai’sa:

Kalista:

Karma:

Karthus:

Kassadin:

Katarina:

Headcanons of Garen and Katarina as Romeo and Juliet of Runeterra

Kayle:

Kayn:

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn with a Twin Sister

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn with a Twin Sister part 2

Headcanons of Sick Kayn with a Gender Neutral Taking Care of Him ft. Zed

Headcanons of Kayn as a father of a little girl ft.Rhaast

(SFW AND NSFW) SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Kayn with a Gender Neutral

(SFW AND NSFW) SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Kayn with Zed’s daughter

Headcanons of Kayn with Zed’s daughter part 2

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn in a Relationship

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn with his New Empress

Scenario of Kayn with a Badass Female Warrior/Religious Leader

Headcanons of Zed and Kayn in a Father-Son Relationship

Scenario of Odyssey Kayn Sneaking into the Morning Star Ship to Cuddle with his Gender Neutral s/o

Scenario of Yandere Kayn being Obsessive and Attempting to Kidnap You

Headcanons of Kayn with a Trans-Masc s/o

Headcanons of Kayn with a Soft and Comforting Gender Neutral s/o

Headcanons of Kayn with a Shy Touch Starved Gender Neutral s/o

Headcanons of Odyssey Kayn with an Artist Transmasc s/o

(SFW AND NSFW) SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Kayn with a Shy and Quiet Female Ionian Healer

(NSFW) NSFW Headcanons of Kayn based on Alphabets [K-A-Y-N]

Kennen:

Kha’Zix

Headcanons of Kha’Zix with a Kind Hearted Female Kiilash s/o

Kindred:

Kled:

Kog’maw:

LeBlanc:

Headcanons of LeBlanc with a Maid s/o

Lee Sin:

Headcanons of Storm Dragon Lee Sin in a Relationship

Leona:

Headcanons of Solar Eclipse Leona with a White Witch

Headcanons of Leona Cuddling

Lillia:

Lissandra:

Headcanons of Lissandra with a Daughter

Lucian:

Lulu:

Lux:

Headcanons of Lux with Viego

Malphite:

Malzahar:

Maokai:

Master Yi:

Milio:

Miss Fortune:

(SFW and NSFW) SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Miss Fortune with a Gender Neutral s/o

Mordekaiser:

Scenario of Pentakill Mordekaiser meeting a Male Fan

Scenario of Pentakill Mordekaiser meeting a Male Fan pt.2

Headcanons of Mordekaiser with an Apprentice

Headcanons of Project Mordekaiser with a Pure Human s/o

Morgana:

Naafiri:

Nami:

Nasus:

Headcanons of Nasus with a Time Travelling s/o

Nautilus:

Neeko:

Nidalee:

Nilah:

Nocturne:

Nunu & Willump:

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sketchy--akechi · 1 year

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So I just now learned about a Shuake take where Joker is the yandere and Akechi is the darling (this takes place in Maruki's reality) and

If this love - Akiren telling Akechi "We're taking the offer"

Won't come true - Akechi looking utterly betrayed and heartbroken as the Justice card shatters into pieces

That means I can never wake up - Joker sleeping in the Cafe LeBlanc attic, surrounded by cobwebs

... I may have listened to Mousou Express one too many times

:'))) yall just wanna see me crying huh

#yandere joker reminds me of an au i had actually!#where jokers desire to bring back akechi becomes so strong and distorted that he forms a palace #akechi (who lived bitch) visits the palace and shadow joker doesnt wanna let him go anymore #akechi: kurusu what in the everloving fuck #asks #txt

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kiasnocturnality · 2 years

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Running away and trying to hide before being found headcannons??? For yandere monster boi trio? You can choose whatever format you please!

characters: Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon

warnings: typical yandere behaviour, kidnapping, mention of body carving

notes: I got your ask before making the other two characters so I'll just throw them in there! THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!! It's been far too long since I've written yanderes!

. * ⋆ . · 　. ALOIS LEBLANC

You had been clever and escaped while the sun was up, assuring that Alois wouldn't be able to follow you. However, by the time it set once more, you were terrified. The terrain was steep all around you and you knew that you were still nowhere near the closest town.

You tried to stay under the cover of trees, expecting him to fan out and search for you in his bat form, which had caused you to take little notice of the mist that gathered on the forest floor all around you, seeming to caress your legs as you stumbled through the darkness. You couldn't have a light source, you knew, or it would make it so much easier for him to find you which is how you ended up tripping as you bolted at hearing a twig snap behind you. You tried hiding in some foliage but ended up wrestling your clothes out from where they were snagged on the brambles that you were hiding in as the pain set in and you realised that your hiding place had thorns.

Your entire body froze when you felt a chest press up against your back, holding you close. A pale hand wrapped around your wrist and brought your arm back so that he could lick up the little beads of blood from where the thorns had scratched you, his saliva healing the wounds. "Look, sunlight, you've hurt yourself. We're going home now, stop this ridiculous behaviour." If you try to protest or break free, he'll simply grab you by the face and make you look into his eyes that now seem so much more vibrantly blue than usual. He tells you that you want to go home with him and you'll let him carry you and all you can do is lazily nod your head and agree. Why were you outside again? You couldn't remember, you just wanted to be at home in bed with Alois.

. * ⋆ . · 　. NASANA

You had been lost in the rainforest for just over a day now after escaping the ruins that Nasana had trapped you in. You were hungry and thirsty and beginning to feel like you would never find your way. The one thing keeping you going was the fact that Nasana hadn't found you yet which gave you at least one advantage. You were following the river now, hoping that you would reach the familiar cliffs just beyond the border of Nasana's territory soon.

You had been listening to the sound of the river when you suddenly realised that you could no longer hear a single bird or insect, like the whole rainforest was holding its breath in anticipation of the spectacle that was about to unfold. With few other places to hide, you made your way into the water, keeping close to an outcropping of rocks with just your nose and above breaking the surface of the water, breathing heavily as your eyes scanned the river bank stretched across from you.

You had no idea how long you had been there but your fear only made it seem like it had been hours before you were sharply pulled under the water and then you were upside down, dangling above it as Nasana, who had crept up behind you on the rocks, held you up with his tail coiled around your calf. You won't be able to fight his strength but if you insist, he'll tie you up while he takes you back to the ruins that have become your prison, lecturing you on how dangerous the rainforest can be on your way back.

. * ⋆ . · 　. TAKESHI

If you've managed to escape, it's probably because you managed to earn enough of his trust for him to escort you outside of the shrine and you managed to give him the slip. The first place you go to is your family/friend's home to get some help, you need to get far, far away as soon as possible and you'll need some money.

But no one answers your knock at the door and when you try the handle it's open. Right away, you knew this was Takeshi's doing and you had no idea how far he would take this. Was he really above hurting or killing your loved ones? So you make your way inside and silently wander the house, grabbing a knife from the kitchen and exploring the place for any sign that your loved ones are here or hurt. You had left the front door open and when you hear it slam shut while you're upstairs, you realise that you've walked into a trap and quickly hide under the bed of the master bedroom that you had been in. The house was utterly empty except for you and Takeshi.

You see his feet as he enters the room and you have one hand clamped down over your mouth while the other is holding onto the knife, eyes following him as far as they could in your peripheral but not daring to move a muscle to follow him further in case he heard you. Though, this made no difference in the end because his hands wrapped around your ankles and pulled you out from under the bed, flipping you onto your back. His hand wraps painfully tight around your wrist until you have no choice but to drop the blade and he looks at it in surprise, "Were you going to use this on me, my darling?" He feigns shock as he easily pins you down and brings the blade up to kiss your throat, "I have a better idea for what we can do with it:" and he leans down to whisper in your ear, "I want you to pick where I'm going to use it to mark you with my name. That way you'll always remember that you're mine and you won't try and pull another little stunt like this again."

. * ⋆ . · 　. DESDEMONA NAUSIKÁA

Desdemona has wings and you do not which is why it's so difficult to escape from her home that's carved into the edge of a cliff with a very high drop. But one day, during high tide, you grow desperate and take your chances, plunging into the water below and getting thrown about towards the rocks a little in the process but managing to avoid any major injury. You managed to not get pulled out by the current or knocked out on the rocks, a miracle in itself, and got to the beach of the cove. This was when you heard the echoes of her shrieking when she came home to realise that you were gone and you bolted towards the little village that you knew to be nearby.

You burst into the first public building you can find which happens to be a diner and run right up to the counter where you're already breaking down into tears and begging the owner for help. She's a woman who seems to be in her 50's and she's quick to round the counter and try to comfort and calm you down while she calls to one of the kitchen staff to call the police.

That's when Desdemona walks in, disguised as a human and looking like a runway model, her milky white eyes hidden by sunglasses because as much as she could change her eyes, you knew that she didn't like to. You can't help but scream as she approaches you, everyone in the diner stopping to watch this scene unfold, a few people standing from their seats quickly, ready to jump to your defence. "Oh, this is all a terrible misunderstanding." Desdemona begins, "Please, all of you, carry on with your meals, I'm so sorry to disturb you." And when everyone did exactly that, you burst into tears all over again because you now knew she had enchanted her voice and these people would want nothing more than to hand you over to her if she so asked. "My wife has been having a difficult time understanding that she isn't supposed to leave the house. Isn't that right, treasure?" She smiles at the woman who is no longer standing in front of you protectively, "There's no need to make a fuss, no one has to get involved. I'll be taking her home now, none of you ever need to think of this again." And, looking for help, you spun around to see that the kitchen hand had hung up the phone. "Come along, Y/n." And with those words, you were unable to will yourself to stay away from Desdemona any longer and you felt like you fell into a daze as you took her hand and followed her back to that cliffside prison.

. * ⋆ . · 　. APHAELEON

Your eyes frantically searched all around you as you stood on the train platform, foot impatiently tapping against the concrete as you checked the time again. Two minutes. You glanced down to your ticket once more and your eyes widened. How could you have made such a mistake? You were on the wrong platform! You ran up the stairs to the bridge over the tracks and further down to the next platform that seemed so much further away when you were trying to run for your life.

You took another step and your foot seemed to fall through the ground, making you stop and repeatedly lift your foot and put it back down to watch as it went just slightly into the concrete and back out again. Your world melted away and you realised that you hadn't walked over to another platform at all, you had walked right out of the station and into the darkest area of the empty car park. Your breathing quickened and you spun around in search of the culprit who you knew was messing with your vision.

You cry out in horror when you spin around and Aphaeleon is standing there in his human form, dressed in a white button down with the sleeves pushed up to show the various tattoos of eyes that he had in this form. "Is this why we're supposed to say 'be not afraid'?" He asks himself with a smile and it horrifies you that he can make a joke in such a situation, "Come, Y/n, what are you doing? Come home with me." He takes a step forwards, reaching out to you and you practically leap back, knowing that he can sedate you with just one touch. This must have been the plan because the smile quickly falls from his face. "You said that you loved me, Y/n. If you loved me, you would be loyal to me and you wouldn't be trying to run away!" You continue to back away from all of his steps until arms are suddenly wrapping around you and the Aphaeleon before you melts away. "But it's ok, I'm here to teach people how to be better and I'll start with you, the one I love the most." He suddenly takes on a darker tone, "And I'll teach you to never run from me again."

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