Could we please get some Yandere Thanatos headcanons? The desert is dry and I’m looking for some water 👀 ♥️☀️🌵
You are right, the desert is indeed dry. Luckily, I have some water to share!
♡ Taking pity on your soul also took a toll on his. He really shouldn’t have brought you into his domain, ripped you from your life, but Thanatos could not risk your death either. It’s a dilemma for both of you, but he suffers more than you in the beginning. Gods were not allowed to interfere with mortal life, especially not him. But what else was he supposed to do? Watch as you die? Slowly wither away like any other human? Even though you are the only human to ever stir his heart? Impossible. Truly, impossible. And yet, you have to watch him fight a war inside of him whenever he returns from duty, finding you there waiting for him. He’s almost to be pitied himself.
♡ You can be happy if he so much as cares for you. The first few presumably days in the darkness that surrounds you, he barely manages to look at you, much less hear you out when you ask for what you need. Food, water. You are cold and hot at the same time. Being in a god’s domain is an unpredictable adventure that you are not used to, but having a blanket would already help. That goes on until you take the initiative to pull at his garments, something that shocks Thanatos as much as it seemed to dazzle him. Finally, he’s listening and gone before you can ask too much from him. But when he returns, he finally has what you need, things he never considered before. You can only think about how’s there no guide to take care of a human for the gods apparently as he watches you slowly relieve all those needs, taking in every one of your movements attentively.
♡ But now that you have his attention, there’s no reason to hold back. It’s a mystery how you got here in the first place, but you’re not going to stay if there isn’t a reason to. However, as you point at him accusingly, asking who exactly he even is, your blood freezes as he tells you his name, undoubtedly putting you into the presence of the god of death. It’s a lot to take in, as you have to assume you are dead. Still, as you voice your concerns, Thanatos starts to avoid the question with everything possible—even running. Seemingly, the reality isn’t as easy as it seems. For someone so stern and looking at you coldly from a distance, he leaves the impression of hiding more than you feel comfortable with, but you are back alone in the darkness before long, pulling the blanket around your shoulders in an attempt to gain some comfort.
♡ The mood is weird when he returns, asking you why you prefer sitting on the floor so much. You laugh as if it’s funny, but he looks at you seriously, and you shake your head, pointing at how there’s nothing here. His eyes grow wide for a moment before he composes himself, setting down fruits and more water close to you. “Why am I here?” you ask, but Thanatos doesn’t answer. Instead, he paces through the darkness for a bit, keeping his eyes away from you as he seems to think. Knowing more than you do, Thanatos realizes you can’t see this room he made for you. It had been sparse before, not really having any use to him, but whenever he found you sleeping, he had been decorating it with things he found on his job. Things no one would miss if they were gone, but you cannot even appreciate them. It upsets him. Makes him realize he wants more from you than he allowed himself at first. Some appreciation, perhaps another touch of your warm skin against his. But how? How can the god of death bind you more to him than he already - illicitly - has?
♡ Thanatos wanted nothing more than to keep you from the fate that befalls all humans. He, better than anyone, knows it, but what if what he needed to do all along was take the humanity out of you? The pitcher he brings you, after much thought, isn’t filled with water like usually. You’ll probably notice it quickly when you drink from it that it doesn’t taste nor feels like what he brought you to drink before. It was hard enough to get it, but the risk was worth it when it came to you. Thanatos will go as far as to bring you a glass brimming with the golden drink of the gods, your skeptical eyes turning into enthusiasm as he tells you the only lie he’d ever say to you in your time together. “This will return you home.”
♡ But ‘home’ isn’t where you remembered it to be, Thanatos had long decided. It was by his side, in this room, his domain. Ambrosia might open your eyes to what you couldn’t see before, but you are horrified to find yourself in a cold room made of stone, some tokens scattered throughout it. This isn’t what he promised, in your opinion, but Thanatos makes sure you know it’s what you signed up for. There is no way to return you to your past life anymore. You are beyond being a simple human but still far too weak to be a god. Not dead, not alive, but guaranteed to live longer than any of your kind. The perfect contrast to the god of death, who was no longer looking at you fearfully or distraught. No, there was a new fire burning in him now. Now that he had already gone too far to not commit to it fully, and with his ice-cold hands cupping your face, it’s a fact you come to realize very quickly as well. Especially when he finally kisses you, the only other being that would ever make him commit such a heinous crime as to steal you from your fate. Needy and so, so eager for more.
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