I appear to be just a teeny tiny bit stuck on this tree here because of this arrow, have been for quite a while, however I have many works that I have written in the mean time! Would you like to see?
Masterlist, Fluffy Fall
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I wish for people to use he/him for me
I am AroAce (aromantic and asexual), meaning that I feel no romantic or sexual attraction! So please keep in mind that I am purely guessing at romance! (I do accept criticism)
I am 18, so take that as you will
English is not my first language, so if I make a mistake, do correct me!
Rules/info under the cut
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I will mainly focus on yandere characters (oc only). They will only be soft ones and very submissive towards the reader since there is so little of them (and I don't feel comfortable writing dominant ones)
I DO NOT CONDONE YANDERE-LIKE BEHAVIOUR! This is only fiction and not something that should be viewed as normal or expected! If someone is acting like this with you or you are acting like these characters - seek help. This blog was made to have fun with the yandere archetype, nothing more.
The posts will be written with male!reader in mind, but some posts may come off as gender neutral. I will not be writing female reader (sorry to all the girlies!). I will be trying to make it more masc-leaning, but most posts will probably can still be read as gender neutral
I do not have a schedule and will write when I can or feel like (because school is kicking my ass)
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Platonic friend yanderes can be turned into romantic ones if requested (only of age ones tho)(and romantic can turn platonic)
Addition to the rules because I am too tired to write them out again :)
What I'm comfortable writing
Platonic yanderes and romantic ones
Swf contant because of how rare it is
Monsters/Hybrids/Humans (both reader and yan)
Poly relationships (as best I can)
FTM reader and male readers with female parts
A/B/O
Any gender yanderes
Ageres (both yan and reader) (I am not an agere, so if you are one I write something incorrect, please inform me and I will fix it as quickly as I can)
What I'm NOT comfortable writing
Pedophilia (child!reader/child!yan will ONLY be PLATONIC)
Incest/Step-cest
Racism/Homphobia/Transphobia/Abilism/Misogyny (basically anything that dehumanises people)
Can I ask for our wedding to Aubrey. He’s certainly the cutest character you have
Thank you for the request, dear anon! You absolutely can get the wedding!
WARNING: Male reader, feminine terms used on the male yandere
The eventful day has arrived! You and your dear Aubrey are getting married!
The Proposal
♡ He's quite oblivious when it comes to you lying. He just never expects you to lie about something important. So, planning the proposal and getting it ready was easy, compared to other people.
♡ While some struggle getting their partner to dress for the occasion, you don't! He loves dressing up already and he wants you happy, so if him dressing up is what makes you happy, then he'll gladly do it!
♡ Aubrey would love if the proposal was like the Little Mermaid boat scene. Just you two, surrounded by the calm water. A canapy of Mangrove trees blocking the summer sun. But no singing crab...pretty please?
♡ When the moment finally comes, he's jumping for now, tears flowing like rivers before he barrels into you. Holding you so close you don't know where you begin and he ends.
""I do! Oh- Oh darling pearl, I do!" He cried, burrowing into your neck.
You cried too, just not as loudly as your fiance. You held him close and dear, running a hand through his long, auburn locks.
"I'm so happy, Aubrey," you whispered, "want to put on the ring?"
"Oh!" He shot up, pulling himself away just enough to look at the beautiful silver ring again. "Right! Sorry, dear pearl!"
He couldn't stop smiling. His cheeks hurt and vision was hazy, but he couldn't care. You were his. Truly his."
The Wedding Planning
✧ Aubrey isn't the most particular of people, only wanting the wedding to look beautiful and, preferably, timeless.
✧ The only thing he won't be budging on is a spring wedding. It's warm enough to be outside without sweltering.
✧ If you don't like planning, he'll totally take over! No need to stress you out more, you already planned the proposal!
✧ He loves going dress shopping. Picking out just the right dress for your special day. It wasn't easy, so many beautiful dresses were wrong. He didn't know how, but they were wrong. Not perfect. Not his dress. Thankfully, he did find the one. It laid perfectly on him, flowing down onto the floor like the waves in the ocean.
The Wedding
♡ He can't stop giggling every three seconds. Soon he's going to be your wife!
♡ While he hates it, he insists on not seeing each other before the wedding. He's not going to risk losing you!
♡ The wedding is held at a cliff side. Soft wind running through the fields, making the sheer fabric rapped around the wedding arch sway. The day was perfect. Sunny, yet not scorching. Windy, yet not cold. The perfect spring day.
♡ Only your family and friends were invited to the wedding. Aubrey's family would never come onto dry land. Not even for their child's wedding. That's why you held the wedding there. To not only be close to his previous home, a gentle reminder of who Aubrey is, but also if maybe, just maybe, the family will poke their heads out to see or maybe they will swim closer to hear the wedding bells ring.
♡ Wedding went perfect! Words of adoration spoken through the vows, the rings sitting on your fingers and the kiss sealing you together is forever burned into Aubrey's memory. The after party went on for hours, the guests enjoying themselves, dancing with one another. All night Aubrey held your hand, running a thumb over your ring while staring with obsession devotion in his eyes. It's here. Your happily ever after!
Maybe don't use people's art of their ocs as your ocs? It's rude. You can always just use picrew/a character creator or commission art of your ocs without using other people's art.
Hello, dear anon! I'm guessing this is regards to the harpy (circe) and the knight (Rowan). You are absolutely right that I should have used either a picrew/my own art/commissioned someone else. I will try to find another picture to use instead of the one's I already have, until then I will keep them as they are. I have never tried to claim that the art is mine. All the credit goes to the original artists.
If you are looking for an explanation as to why I used them, here! If not then, I'll replace them as soon as I can and hopefully won't repeat my mistakes again. Goodbye!
I mainly use Pinterest to find face claims for my oc's. I do try to stick with pictures of people, but sometimes there are no pictures that I like or there aren't any I could find, so I used the art I found on there. The reason I don't use picrew is because I don't particularly like using it for these posts. For my own art, it's mainly the lack of skills that I'd prefer not to show online and I didn't even think of commissioning someone. Not trying to excuse my actions, just trying to explain.
WARNING: Yandere behaviour, Male reader, isolation (mild)
Someone New
"The world has always broken things. Slowly eroding cliffs and beaches. Rotting away any organic matter. That's what it's designed to do. You weren't quite sure how the slow dismantling of your life was required for the world to keep spinning, but who were you—a lowly mortal—to understand it? You were a user, not a creator. One day, you noticed a position for a lighthouse keeper at the edge of Scotland's rocky shores. Tucked away between faraway cliffs and roaring waves is a fence; no humans for miles. Only the odd seagull or different bird squawks in your ear. It didn't take half a thought for you to agree. So here you were, finally dropped off at the lighthouse with your bags still in your hands."
Yan Ghost, who met you when you stepped foot into the lighthouse. He stood behind a corner, creeping a head out to see who would be the next lighthouse keeper for however long
Yan Ghost, who spent his time puzzling you out. Trying to gleam any information from the belongings you brought. Every word spoken to what you thought was the wind made Gregor swoon. Such delicate notes coming from a man so broken
Yan Ghost, who followed you every second of every minute of every hour of every day. He sat on the chair opposite you during mealtime, stood in the corner while you worked and sat beside the bed when you slept
Yan Ghost, who whispered in responses to your retorical questions and statements
"You felt like you were going mad. Sea sickness had developed a whole new meaning. The waves no longer comforted and the silence deafened more than any wild city could. In moments of weakness you could swear you heard someone replying back to you."
Yan Ghost, who grew attached to your presence. Craving your voice and dreaming of your touch...
Yan Ghost, who despised his inability to feel. The breeze flew through him; stone never cut him. Even the sea ignored his pleading for harm. How he wished to feel, even a for a agnoising second, just so he could know how soft your skin was, how your hair felt between his fingers and your hot breath against his face
Yan Ghost, who dispised when people would come to restock your supplies. Why couldn't they just drop it off and leave? You were strong; you could carry it all inside and arrange it however you wished. It was your home after all
Yan Ghost, who made sure to keep close to the more "friendly" people, making sure they knew to not stick around too long. Gregor loved the instinct of knowing when someone was watching you. Blessed be that instinct
Yan Ghost, who lay with you in bed after a particularly bad visit. The people had overstayed their welcome by hours. Your voice was delegated to those idiotic nuisances rather than him. He couldn't feel his sweethearts hand and now your voice was taken away too? Such greed he had never seen
Yan Ghost, who truly felt sorry for the cold he brought with him, but he needed to be near it. He felt awful for the shiver that ran through you as he wrapped an arm around your middle and leaned into you from behind.
Yan Ghost, who whispered sweet nothings into your ear at night and smothering praise during the day.
"Boredom killed the cat but curiosity brought it back. That's how the saying went, right? You didn't care anymore, truth be told. It didn't matter anyway in this situation. Stashed away in a small bunker-like room underneath the lighthouse, you found old belongings from previous keepers. Most were boring. Scarves and blankets with more moth-made holes than actual blanket. However, you did find a picture. It was a man, standing at an average height & build and looking out into the sea. It was old, judging by the black and white colouring. The man himself was average for his time–which you purely guessed–aside from his long hair and the early greying."
Yan Ghost, who felt his heart stop once again since his death when you took a double take right at where he was standing... You couldn't have seen him... Right? Could you? Was his love for you so pure and dear that whatever god was up there decided to give him some mercy?
Yan Ghost, who stood closer, hoping that you would see him again. When that didn't work, he moved to focusing his energy towards you seeing him. He had been feeling quite yearnful that faithful day you first saw him.
Yan Ghost, who cheered when you screamed, questioning who he was and how he had gotten there. It worked! You could see him!
The premature greying is something I have, thought it'd be fun to add it to a character :))
Reader is being hunted by others with a massive bounty on their head so reader is cautious and has fast reaction time
So when they meet [whichever yandere from Grimbook] the first thing they think is that they're here to hunt them and claim the bounty so I guess Cowboy!reader [hurts them/knocks them out/capture them etc.] first
Also i think Cowboy!reader would be good at gunslinging, fighting and surviving in the wild type of stuff
I love all of y'all ideas (you make my job easier lol)
WARNING: Male!reader, male terms used, mentions of past killing, insinuations of harm (to others)
Cowboy!reader, who had to steal to live. First an apple or bread, but it quickly morphed into everything. Food, clothing, money, tools—everything.
Cowboy!reader, who joined a cowboy company as soon as he reached adulthood, mainly doing small jobs at first
Cowboy!reader, who quickly made a name for himself. Wit and quick reactions save you and folk tales spread your name.
Cowboy!reader, who got used to loneliness. Letting it hang on his heart but never his mind. Trust can't be afforded so easily, especially with a bounty as mighty as his
Cowboy!reader, who got to settle down for a moment. He knew it wasn't long, but he's far away and has been rumoured to be dead in multiple places.
Cowboy!reader, who knocked out the knight who was slinking up to his door. It was clear the knight wasn't in business at the moment, with the ripped off emblem of where his house previously sat, but knights rarely let go out their loyalty. Better save than sorry.
Rowan, who woke up from a splitting headache. Life really liked to see him battered up, huh?
Rowan, who lost every shred of his ability to talk as the rugged man approached and crouched down in front of him. His skin loved by the sun and eyes deeper than the sea he's loved since childhood. Rowan's always known he's had eyes for the fellow's, but holy... that's how the man in front of Rowan could be discribed—holy.
Rowan, who formed an unlikely friendship with the cowboy, bonding over their past struggles and fights.
Rowan, who felt his heart burst at every gentle gesture this gentle fellow did. Caring for Rowan's wounds, young and old. He's told (M/n) that it wasn't necessary to touch those old scars, they wouldn't heal even if the lord were to try, but the cowboy never gave up. Always adding even a touch of medicine to them "just in case".
Rowan, who swore to help his the cowboy find peace after the years of turmoil. He was a knight, loyalty was in his blood.
Rowan, who calls (M/n) "cowboy" in a sickeningly sweet tone
Rowan, who loves when his cowboy gets rough with him. Tussling and pushing-and-pulling Rowan around
Rowan, who blushes like a maiden whenever (M/n) places his hat on him. He's heard the tales of what that gesture means... he wouldn't mind it, but holy is his cowboy foreward.
Rowan, who understands better than most by the haunting blood. The never ending knowledge that you took people's lives, that their hands stain more than just your hands for a moment. He too see's the eyes of those whose name's he's never learned.
Rowan, who hold (M/n) close and tight after episodes.
Rowan, who could never take up a gun, but a sword is his second limb.
Rowan, who knows where they will run when the people come knocking.
Rowan, who sits with you while you play the banjo late at night, singing of folk tales and news from across the mountains.
Rowan, who confessed during one of these cold nights
Rowan, who takes on (M/n)'s emblem. A target on his back and a promise of forever in one.
Rowan, who dream of growing old with his cowboy
Rowan, who will be damned if he doesn't see his cowboy's hair grow white and wrinkles come in waves.
if its not a bother to ask but could you do a fic with Ruka and Stephen?
Oh boy...uhm...hey, dear anon! Hopefully you're still here to read this! I am truthfully so sorry that it took so long to finish this. I do not know why, but it was very hard to get this done. No idea seemed good enough, so I hope this is alright! You were never a bother, just a slip up in my ability to create something for you all to enjoy!
Again, I am super duper sorry it took THAT LONG.
Warning: yandere behaviour, Masc!reader, M/n used as a replacement for the reader's name
Ruka sat on the benches outside your school, the young spring sun warming up the earth and melting the hundreds of mounds of snow, making the streets into small lakes and rivers. The teen twisted the ring you gave them between their fingers. A giddy smile brightening up their face. You always had that effect on them, not that they minded.
Their mind started to drift, the world around them slowly disappearing as they thought of your future. If they were to be so lucky, one day your wedding ring will embellish their finger. Showing the world that they're yours. A soft blush crossed their cheeks, too deep into the fantasies to care or notice the muscular boy coming towards them.
"Hey!" The familiar—if grating—voice rang out, pulling Ruka out of their mind.
"Hello." They replied, their smile and blush fading quickly. What an annoyance that man could be. Always so loud, too close to you. The only thing that saved him was his puppy dog eyes. While Ruka was fully devoted to you, they weren't going to lie that they hadn't saw the appeal of the brunet. Strong, yet as soft as a lamb.
"So, you waiting for someone?" He asked with a sly smirk. "Can I guess?"
"Sure."
"It's (M/n) isn't it? Sorry to say, but their just a bit busy. The team needs him to help us."
Scratch that. The man was only an annoyance. A smug one too.
"Is that so?" Ruka raised an eyebrow before standing up. "That's fine; I'm free for a while anyway. I'm sure some extra help won't go unappreciated."
That seemed to disgruntle the jock, his hold on his backpack's strap tightening.
"I mean, I'm sure (M/n) would rather work alone. Wouldn't want to cause—" Stephen paused, his mind finally starting to work, it seemed, before smiling brightly. "You know what? Yeah, I'm sure you could help!"
The raven-haired teen's eyebrows twitched, confused by what plan the boy had come up with. Whatever it was, Ruka was certain that it wouldn't work. Stephen wasn't exactly known for his smarts.
Ruka was right. Stephen wasn't known for his smarts and he proved it every day. And this day was no exception.
In his big, stupid, jock brain, he thought that (M/n) would be so tackles as to ignore the person he had been talking to to gawk at Stephen's muscles. Bird brain.
Ruka rolled their eyes as they brought they attention to someone much more handsome. Their darling.
In the back of their mind, Ruka wondered if they're kids would end up anything like Stephen. Would (M/n) even want kids? Ruka wouldn't have minded either way. Kids, no kids—it was all the same to them.
Finally noticing that his not even half-baked attempt at getting (M/n)'s attention hadn't worked, Stephen switched tactics. Much more annoying tactics.
"(M/n)~!" The brunette whined, drapping his sweaty self all over the other boy.
Ruka gripped their shirt tightly, knuckles going white as paper. They could feel their teeth grinding against each other as they stared daggers into the jock's thick skull.
"Yeah, Steph?" The ever patient (M/n) replied, looking up from their work to grant the dumb guy the privilege of his attention.
The Japanese teen didn't understand why (M/n) keept Stephen around. The most Ruka could come up with was pity, which they understood. No way was it because he enjoyed the jock's company. No way.
"I'm soar...and thirsty..." He pouted, puppy dog eyes in full effect.
(M/n) just rolled his eyes and handed over their water bottle with no comment.
Stephen had a water bottle. Ruka had seen it. Stephen knew Ruka had seen it by the quick look the jock had sent their way.
Ruka gritted their teeth harder. Oh that son of a—
"Ruka?" The voice of their Darling snapped them out of their seething hatred.
"Hm?" They forced themselves to relax. No need to worry their poor darling.
"Everything okay? Are you a bit tired?"
...You know what? They were, actually.
Ruka nodded, much slower then they had previously moved, before resting their head on (M/n)'s shoulder.
"Is this... Is this okay?" They mumbled, nuzzling into their darling's neck. Ruka could feel their pulse. God, it was addictive.
"I— Y-Yeah... yeah." Ruka could feel his smile in their soul. Making them smile along.
Stephen didn't give up, continuing to whine to make sure they shared equal attention from their precious boy. While it was still grating to hear that high-pitched voice, Ruka could rest easy knowing they were much closer than the jock. That was enough.
Hiii! I'm absolutely in love with Circe! He's my beloved himbo harpy and I crave more of him.
I was thinking about him and an artist reader again and I had an idea.
Imagine if artist! reader brought home some tumbled crystals or rocks that are vaguely egg-shaped. How do you think he'd react? Would he think they were eggs? Would he try to make a nest for them? How would he react when we try to explain that they're not actually eggs? Would he be delusional and ignore us or would he accept that reality?
Sorry for the rant. I just adore this bird brain baby. /\(•w•)/\
Thank you for the request, dear secretly-siren! Himbo harpies are truly the best
There's nothing to be sorry for! I live off of rants
WARNING: Got slightly sexual at the end (very vague), Masc!reader
- FREAKING OUT
- From his perspective, you went out, all fine and dandy, and LAID EGGS. ALONE. OUTSIDE. WITH HIM VERY VERY FAR AWAY.
- Immediate panic checking if you're alright. Making sure you're not bleeding or in distress
- Coos softly as he wraps a thick blanket over you, making sure you're hold on the tiny eggs doesn't loosen
- Internally screaming at how adorably small they are
- It takes almost half the day to convince him you're alright, in terms of the eggs however...
- Look, he wants to be a father. BADLY. It's not just in the "instinct" way, but wanting a family with you. To have something that shows how much you both care for one another and that this wasn't just a simple "fling" (no matter how long you've been together)
- Of course, he's making a nest for the eggs. What do you take him for, a bad father!?
- He chirps lullabies to the "eggs" and takes turns watching over them (i.e. sitting on them)
- Just like with every dramatic event that has happened, you're stuck in the nest. This time, however, you're allowed outside of it to rest from your fatherly duties (not outside the home, though), you've done your part
- "Pretty Mate. Brave and strong to carry eggs without Circe noticing. Now rest, rest, rest."
- Touches your stomach with reverence, gently caressing the skin every moment that he can
- Planning every detail to how the kids will grow up. What toys they'll have, what kind of education, living situation for later on in life—everything.
- Adores the colourful "eggs". Kinda confused, but ultimately not surprised that his wonderful, stunning, perfect, intelligent and awesome mate would be capable of doing something so magnificent
- It would take a good 4 months until Circe believes you that the "eggs" won't become children, not because they're not eggs, but because they weren't fertilised (that was the only explanation he'd accept)
- Goes into a depressive episode. He's planned this whole life with eggs that would never be more than some pretty thing his mate hatched
- Doesn't eat a lot, low energy, constant neediness for you to be near
- He knew he should have listened to his intelligent mate, who only tried to save him from such heartbreak, yet he didn't listen. Stupid Circe.
- Wouldn't want to harm them in any way and would be all for placing them somewhere nice
- Will need to be taught again that you, as a male, can't make children
- Not that Circe doesn't still try. Passionately, mind you.
- I'd advise you to try and look into adoption of abandoned eggs, for the safety of your and Circe's well being.
(Sorry it's so short, hopefully I can buy a like with this doodle! The hair was inspired by James Ortiz (puppeteer, widely known for being the main puppeteer and voice of Rocky from Project Hail Mary (2026))
Hiii! I'm absolutely in love with Circe! He's my beloved himbo harpy and I crave more of him.
I was thinking about him and an artist reader again and I had an idea.
Imagine if artist! reader brought home some tumbled crystals or rocks that are vaguely egg-shaped. How do you think he'd react? Would he think they were eggs? Would he try to make a nest for them? How would he react when we try to explain that they're not actually eggs? Would he be delusional and ignore us or would he accept that reality?
Sorry for the rant. I just adore this bird brain baby. /\(•w•)/\
Thank you for the request, dear secretly-siren! Himbo harpies are truly the best
There's nothing to be sorry for! I live off of rants
WARNING: Got slightly sexual at the end (very vague), Masc!reader
- FREAKING OUT
- From his perspective, you went out, all fine and dandy, and LAID EGGS. ALONE. OUTSIDE. WITH HIM VERY VERY FAR AWAY.
- Immediate panic checking if you're alright. Making sure you're not bleeding or in distress
- Coos softly as he wraps a thick blanket over you, making sure you're hold on the tiny eggs doesn't loosen
- Internally screaming at how adorably small they are
- It takes almost half the day to convince him you're alright, in terms of the eggs however...
- Look, he wants to be a father. BADLY. It's not just in the "instinct" way, but wanting a family with you. To have something that shows how much you both care for one another and that this wasn't just a simple "fling" (no matter how long you've been together)
- Of course, he's making a nest for the eggs. What do you take him for, a bad father!?
- He chirps lullabies to the "eggs" and takes turns watching over them (i.e. sitting on them)
- Just like with every dramatic event that has happened, you're stuck in the nest. This time, however, you're allowed outside of it to rest from your fatherly duties (not outside the home, though), you've done your part
- "Pretty Mate. Brave and strong to carry eggs without Circe noticing. Now rest, rest, rest."
- Touches your stomach with reverence, gently caressing the skin every moment that he can
- Planning every detail to how the kids will grow up. What toys they'll have, what kind of education, living situation for later on in life—everything.
- Adores the colourful "eggs". Kinda confused, but ultimately not surprised that his wonderful, stunning, perfect, intelligent and awesome mate would be capable of doing something so magnificent
- It would take a good 4 months until Circe believes you that the "eggs" won't become children, not because they're not eggs, but because they weren't fertilised (that was the only explanation he'd accept)
- Goes into a depressive episode. He's planned this whole life with eggs that would never be more than some pretty thing his mate hatched
- Doesn't eat a lot, low energy, constant neediness for you to be near
- He knew he should have listened to his intelligent mate, who only tried to save him from such heartbreak, yet he didn't listen. Stupid Circe.
- Wouldn't want to harm them in any way and would be all for placing them somewhere nice
- Will need to be taught again that you, as a male, can't make children
- Not that Circe doesn't still try. Passionately, mind you.
- I'd advise you to try and look into adoption of abandoned eggs, for the safety of your and Circe's well being.
(Sorry it's so short, hopefully I can buy a like with this doodle! The hair was inspired by James Ortiz (puppeteer, widely known for being the main puppeteer and voice of Rocky from Project Hail Mary (2026))
SUMMER BREAK IS FINALLY HERE!! OH FREEDOM HOW I'VE MISSED YOU
Anyway, I wanna create a new character soooo...
Y'all are deciding!
Decide.
Famous guy
Ghost guy
Voting ended onJun 23
Famous guy - I'm thinking Tamaki Souh vibes, kinda Ken (Gosling ver) (I'm less set with why he's famous. If y'all have ideas feel free to tell me. I'm stumped lol)
Ghost guy - yearner. Inspired by phantom touches and brushes of cold air out of nowhere
(I'm still deciding how they'll be so this is mainly vibes for now. It might change)
P.S. I might post a small snippet of how I'm imagining them. No promises, but I'm thinking about it
⏾⋆.️˚🦇⟢ Charcaters?: Yapheth, Embdra, Edtric, Illumnia
⏾⋆.⚰️˚⟢ Reader?: Abandoned GN Reader
⏾⋆.🦉˚ ⟢Total Word Count?: 6.4k
⏾⋆.🍂˚ ⟢ Content Warning: Kidnapping? Yandere behavior, Manipulation, semi forced marriage
♱˖⊹🐈⬛ ࣪⟢ Summery?: A dragon father with three young has done his best to shield them from humans. His wife had suffered an untimely demise at the hands of human hunters. However, his world is flipped when his children discover you in a river. You are now a part of his hoard, and you may never leave.
♱˖⊹🕯️ ࣪⟢ A/n?: New theme, who this? Also, I will be moving all of my Yandere ocs to this blog, so be sure to look out for that. And some older ocs will be getting edits. This took me too long.
Yan Dilf Dragon who was a single father with three dragonlings that did more than pull the strands of his hair and gave him the most atrocious bald spots. He had no time to worry over his appearance, however. There was no intention to find a new mate. In his mind, there was no dragon that would do right by his younglings. Embdra and Edtric were rambunctious twins, and Illumnia was clingy even if she was an infant. Plus, the human hunters were encrouching on his territory once more. On top of child rearing, he had to find a new cave to move his family into. The lords above had no amount of celestial energy to even spare him the rest he deserved. There was no capacity of relaxation known to any being that could be what he needed.
Yan Dilf Dragon who leaves his twins behind for only a few minutes to try and find berries for their breakfast. He had Illumnia secured close to his chest while he did so. It was a big misjudgment to even consider Embdra and Edtric to take care of themselves without becoming too curious and leaving the safety of the cave. The panic attack this poor father was about to have had he not found the twin's tracks down to the river bank. Oh how splendorous. His children had drowned. That's the conclusion he had come to when the footsteps ended at the bank. His claws had tightened around the infant, making her squirm. She did not appreciate being her father's stress ball.
Yan Dilf Dragon who perks up at the sounds of mischievous giggles from two very familiar dragon children. His grip let up for a mere moment. He wasted no time bolting over to the source. He was elated to see that his children were safe and unharmed. What spiked his anxiety was the human lying unconscious in the river. He had no clue what to do. Was he to leave this human to die? If he took them in, would they betray him and hurt his family? He was about to do the former before the twins started begging him to keep the human. "Pleaaase daddy can we keep them? They gonna get sick if we leave them here," Embdra pleaded with the soft lilt in her voice that would have her father fold in mere seconds. Edtric would just nod frantically along with his twin sister, stating false facts as to why it would be terrible for them to leave this human behind.
Yan Dilf Dragon who manages to hoist your unconscious body up and over his shoulder. "Come." He commands his children. The twins hastily follow rather close to their father. The three dragonlings start poking your body. Embdra would swing your arms back and forth, not understanding that such exaggerated movements will cause you soreness later on. Edtric poked and prodded your upper arm. He was rather curious about humans. Where were their wings? Their scales? How did they keep warm in the cold without dragon fire to warm their hearts? Yapheth couldn't even begin to imagine the overwhelming bombardment this poor human will be going under once they awaken. And, of course, Illumnia was trying to reach her little hands over to try and pat this new creature on their back. Not even five minutes into walking back to the dragon family's home did all the little ones start whining. One wanted the human to wake up, the other wanted her father to carry her, and the youngest didn't want to be held at all so she could explore.
Yan Dilf Dragon who watches over you despite his abhorrence of all humans. He manages to distract his young ones from the waiting that had to occur while you recovered from whatever had caused you to pass out in the cold river. Midst the night hours, when he should be sleeping, curling his tail around his children to aid them in their slumber, he found himself staying up to keep an eye on you. Be it out of concern or paranoia. Yapheth didn't look away. He couldn't have you running out of the cave and telling the nearest town that you had been kidnapped by a dragon. Or worse, hurting his family with your own hands. However, he took notice at how gentle they were. With just a glance he could tell that you had never taken up a weapon. His curiosity had won over every aching fear in his mind. He crawled closer to you to further examine your physique. You didn't seem to be like the fierce warriors he's beheld when hiding in the forest shadows. He took his clawed hand up, placing it upon your forehead. You felt cold to the touch. Without thinking, Yapheth pulled one of the blankets he had stolen from a trespassing aristocrat and draped it over your body. The movement had caused Illumnia to awake. The infant toddled over to you, seeking out the new warmth. He tried to pull his child away, but she was not having it. Illumnia cuddled up on top of your stomach.
Yan Dilf Dragon who goes out hunting while you're still resting inside the cave. He instructs his children to watch over you. He was strict about not letting you run off when you wake up. The twins promise, and their approach to ensure you don't run off is sitting on top of you. The sight did make him release a rather rare chuckle. It would have become a chortle had Illumnia not tugged on the hanging fabric of his clothes. Her own form of begging her father to stay. He pushed her away, having Embdra hold her tightly. He left without another word. By the time the sun passed the middle point amidst the sky, Yapeth had managed to catch a deer. He had also managed to find a few fruits and vegetables from wild patches around the lake. He had taken a stop by the said lake to skin the deer of its fur. He didn't like doing such a thing in front of his children. He tried to shield them from as much violence as possible. His mind was elsewhere while doing his task. The thought of your presence took over most of it. You were a variable he had never counted on ever being a part of his life. He nearly cut his thumb when he heard a loud shriek. Edtric scrambled over, stumbling over his short legs due to the panic he was under.
Yan Dilf Dragon whose son tells him, "The human's dragon fire is back!" The boy didn't comprehend that humans couldn't have things like that. Yapeth did, however. He did his best packing up whatever he had found for dinner. There was little time because if Edtric was with him, then that meant the two most mischievous little dragons alive were left alone with a human. Unsupervised. Edtric gathered whatever was left by his father in the hopes of winning some praise and maybe a special treat for helping. Yapeth pushed through the trees, rushing back to the den. He watched his daughters patting your cheek. They were trying to rouse you from your coma-like state. He pushed them away laboriously. Once he was positive his daughters weren't in the way, Yapeth examined you. He placed the back of his clawed hand against your forehead. He stiffened instantly. You were scorching. Your skin had the look of sickness. You didn't have dragon fire; you had a fever. He was lucky he had harvested the vegetables. He knew the basics for healing small sicknesses like this. He had kids who were full of all sorts of viruses and got into everything gross, after all.
Yan Dilf Dragon who remains by your side for the next couple days. It felt odd to do something like this. He hadn't done this in forever. Not since his wife had died. It felt peculiar to care for something older than his children. He had his twins aid in switching out the damp cloth on top of your forehead. He would spoon-feed you soup to ensure you didn't starve. Your body needed the nutrients. It soothed Yapeth when he detected your body relax when you ate. It was a sign that you were healing. Late at night, while his children huddled around you, you awoke with a cough. You tried to sit up but he wouldn't let you. It would only make things worse. Not to mention, wake up his children. "Where am I?" you strained to speak. Your voice was barely there from the lack of moisture in your throat. "My home," Yapeth spoke simply. He said nothing more. You wanted to question the dragon in front of you. Your vision was far too blurry, and your head ached too much to even think of anything more to voice. Yapeth left for a moment, returning with a wooden bowl and golden ladel. Steaming water resided in the bowl. He placed it beside you, using the ladle to gently spoon the water into your mouth. It soothed the ache of sickness in your body. "We can converse once you are well," he brushed a hand across your forehead to wipe away the sweat that collected there.
Yan Dilf Dragon who found some delight in caring for you. The more you healed, the more trust he had in you. There was a sick sense of pride in it. Not to mention the unspoken promise that if he healed you, then you couldn't run. Then you couldn't put his family in danger. Any sign of you wanting to leave was shut down by the excuse that you weren't well enough. At first it made sense. You still had a cough, and your body temperature fluctuated from normal to fever. Once you had recovered enough to be conscious, the children had the chance to finally ask you all sorts of questions. You were bombarded by two little dragonlings who could talk. And one who babbled excitedly to match her older siblings' commotion. "Do you breath fire?" Embdra shouted. It was Edtric's turn soon after his sister finished, "Can you fly? Where are your wings?" Several questions of a similar vein were tossed around before you could even answer any of them. You sat up to finally speak, but Illumnia took the chance to shove her hand in your mouth. Yapeth bolted over instantly. He pulled the infant away before you could even blink. What followed was the children whining about their father ruining their fun. "No more pestering. Go gather flowers," Yapeth demanded. He adjusted Illumnia to rest against his side. The twins ran off in hopes of finding the perfect blooms for you. He leaned over to help you up. It was time to guide you to the resting area he had been working on. A luxurious bed he took from a traveling merchant that had been covered in elegant blankets from a royal carriage. He managed to find a mattress too. It was so much more comfortable than the floor you had been sleeping on for the past two weeks. "Better rest for you." Yapeth pushed you down onto the bed. He tucked you in and pressed a kiss onto your forehead. Something he didn't fully think through. But when you relaxed when he did it? He almost wanted to do it again.
Yan Dilf Dragon who convinces you to stay once you're all better. "The children will become ever more distraught if you leave out of nowhere. They seem to have become rather attached to you, and I would be a terrible father if I allowed such a thing," Yapeth was rather condescending with his words. The subtle manipulation wasn't lost on you, though it was better to obey the dragon than upset him. He was the one in control here. You were in his territory. You've become his territory. Without doing anything but lying sick, you managed to fill his heart's missing piece his wife had left. He knew it would be better to let you go. To let you free. It made his scales shiver every time he thought about it. What would your leaving mean for the kids that got so attached to you? There were still some trial runs that he wanted to put you through. Now that you were well you could handle the clingy children. He could feel their excitement. Their wanting to be near you was ever clear to you. The first night in the new bed was cozy. Embdra and Edtric wanted to try it out with you. They wanted to keep the monsters away. That's what they expressed to their father, at least. He didn't allow them on the bed, not knowing how much weight could be put on it, so they compromised on sleeping on the floor beside it. When you awoke to a new dawn, you nearly tripped over the twins.
Yan Dilf Dragon who pampers you over time. After a month of you being with him, Yapeth can be comfortable with you without the worry of you bringing bloodshed. Whenever your hair is messy, Embdra would run over with a luxury brush and watch her father take care of it. Embrda would insist you braid her hair while her daddy does yours. Whenever you're messy, Edtric brings all sorts of towels while you bathe in the lake. Yapeth is also nearby, warming the water if he notices you shivering. Illumnia is always in charge of when you eat. The infant can tell whenever you're in need of something to eat. She'll sit beside you while you stare off into the distance, reaching her hand out to pat your tummy. Without fail, your stomach responds with a gurgle of need. Not soon after, Yapeth would be behind you, spoon-feeding you your favorite meal. Illumnia would climb into your lap. She would beg to have some but was denied with a tut of her father's tongue. In protest, she decided your finger was to be her snack. It felt weird to have fangs against your skin. Another pair of larger, sharper fangs found themselves against your neck. Yapeth had decided to follow in his youngest's footsteps. Your laughter rang out through the cave as you became a dragon chew toy. The sweet sound caused Yapeth to feel rather flushed. He wanted to hear it again and bottle the sound into a jar to keep forever.
Yan Dilf Dragon who studies your mannerisms to better read you. He wanted to be all-knowing about you so he could impress you. To show that he's capable of understanding humans and that no other being could provide for you. His children become his spies. You were allowed to wander outside as long as the twins went with you. They would hold your hand with big toothy grins. They would do anything for their papa, and if it meant hanging out with you, then it made it a hundred times better. You would sit in a field of flowers with the sun shining brightly upon you. The twins were busy picking flowers while you set up a small picnic for them. Yapeth had told you a dragon's appetite is greater than the flame of their soul. So you had been careful to pack several snacks that you considered to be appetizing for the dragonlings. Embdra would come back with her fists full of flowers, while Edtric had his hands filled with several rocks. "For [Name]!" They both claimed. Embdra laid the flowers neatly around the blanket you were sitting on in a protective-like ring. Edtric was sitting in front of you, showing off all the rocks he collected for you. Each one representing some shape the boy thought he saw in the abstract stone mass. Once both had finished, they took some of the charred meat their father had prepared for your outing. You had berries yourself, not liking the flavor of burnt meat. The two dragons seemed quite pleased. They rarely had any alone time with you, if at all. Yapeth would monopolize your time for the most part. Even in the small things you did with them, he would be sitting behind you with his hands wrapped tightly around your stomach. He had become more and more clingy the longer you stayed. Edtric thus decided it was time for the investigation to begin. He gently tugged on the sleeve of your clothing, peering up at you, "[Name]ling," he called you, like Yapeth had done once he had become ever more attached to you, "Papa says that humans like babies. Is that true?" You had to stifle your reaction, something in between a gasp and laughter, in favor of not choking on your berries. "Some do. It's up to each person," You answered as best you could. Embdra, now squirming to try and get into your lap, placed her messy hands on your cheeks. Her expression took on a serious one, "Do humans mate for forever? Papa says they do, but I saw a king and queen fighting in a carriage once. Did that mean they not mate, [Name]ling?" Another question that would have brought giggles from your throat had you not held your tongue. You cupped her cheeks to keep her eyes trained on you. "Human relationships are complicated. We do have romantic relations, yes, but not all of them last forever. Some don't make it to marriage, and others end their marriages after years of being together. However, fighting is rather natural for some couples," you sighed, trying to not make it seem overcomplicated to the children in front of you. The twins were perplexed. This new word came about, and they didn't know what it meant. "What's a 'marriage,' [Name]ling?" the two inquired in unison. "A marriage is when two people who love each other dearly hold a ceremony to be connected to each other for life under the eyes of the gods. There's usually a priest to unite the two souls together with vows and promises. And there are rings that show the two are connected in such a binding. Then, usually, the two people who are married live together. They cook together, go out on sunny days, and clean up around the home," you did your best to provide every detail in a way children could understand. It seems Embdra and Edtric caught on. Their eyes lit up as if some things were connecting for them. "You and papa be married!" Edtric cried out. His sister nodded vigorously in agreement, "Yes Yes! Papa and [Name]ling married!" Thus, another explanation ensued where you tried to tell them you were not married to Yapeth because a ceremony hasn't happened yet and that doing shared chores alone doesn't compare.
Yan Dilf Dragon who is regaled by the twins with what you had shared with them. You were fast asleep as Edtric and Embdra raved about what marriages were. They tried to keep their chirpy voices down so you wouldn't be disturbed, but excitement overtook them. "[Name]ling said that humans have soul-tying ceremony with mate!" Embdra boasted. Edtric followed soon after, "And and they cook and clean after ceramony! And they go outside to play!" The intel Yapeth had gathered was the same conclusion the two young dragons came to. You and him were practically married. You helped him with cooking by making your human meals to share with his children. You would accompany him and Illumnia on rainy days when the infant was too restless to nap. You would clean all the fabrics down by the lake and tidy up the cave so it seemed more organized. "So the human is already my 'marriage'?" he whispered. Embdra attached herself to her father's leg, shaking her head in disagreement. Yapeth's smile turned to a frown, "Then how does one 'marriage' with a human?" Edtric ran to the hoard pile, rummaging through his father's belongings. Yapeth had zero clue what the boy was doing, but he didn't appreciate his treasures being tossed about. Edtric came out of the pile with a loud burst. Gold coins were scattered amongst the floors as the dragonling ran over to his father with something clutched in his hands. "What do you have here, youngling?" Yapeth tried taking a peek before Edtric could even show off what he found. The boy unfolded his fist in due time, showing off his findings to his father and twin sister, "[Name]ling said marriaged mates have rings. That rings are sign of soul-tying. No ring, then it doesn't count." That's when his brain clicked. So you needed a ring to be married. Then Yapeth knew what he had to do.
Yan Dilf Dragon who, over the next few days, tried to hint to you that he wanted to tie his soul to yours the way humans do. That he wanted you to wear his ring as a symbol of his ownership. When you would put Illumnia to bed for naptime, he tried hiding it under the book you liked to read while you watched her. He hadn't counted on the book being far too engaging for you not to notice anything else. So he tried hiding it in the flour for your cooking. It sank to the bottom of the ceramic jar, and you didn't even feel it with the spoon you were using. Yapeth also hadn't considered that you might have accidentally cooked it into whatever dish you were preparing. He agonized over how to get you to notice what he's trying to do. He thought of having his twins deliver the ring, but they might say their own thing rather than what he instructed them to. If he hid it in a flower he gave you, would you even try to look for it? It was eating him alive. You did so much to his heart now. He never expected himself to stoop this low to appease a human. To try to convince a human to be his mate. Had some being told him he would be tripping over his own feet to try and bond with a human before he had met you, he would have torched them alive. He was trying to find the perfect way to present the ring to you. To show you that he was the best option of companionship for you. How was he to convince you to be his forever with him? He spent the rest of the week moping about the cave. He didn't go out to hunt. He didn't go foraging. And worst of all? He wouldn't provide Illumnia her much-demanded cuddles. He was losing sleep and drive all because you had turned his world upside down.
Yan Dilf Dragon who had enough of contemplating. He stopped his moping to find you. You were outside, cleaning your bedding by the lake with great care. You had the sweat of a hard worker glazed atop your forehead. It made you look even more stunning. A true gem that any dragon would be lucky to have in their hoard. You wiped the evidence of your hard work from your forehead with the back of your arm. Now that you were standing, it was easier to do what he's been longing to do. In an instant he was behind you. His large arms laced around to your front, dragging you to be pressed against your chest. You jumped, thinking it was someone trying to attack you. You had only realized who it was when he didn't move. "Yapeth, what are you—" you were interrupted by the loudest whine you ever heard from him. It would have been a blow to his pride, but he couldn't care about that now. You already destroyed every sense of himself. He kept whining, his arms tightening around your torso. He felt so shameful. "Do you realize what you have done, human? The mess that you've left me in? I should hate you. I should eat you alive. But I can't bring myself to do so. I can't even consider imagining ever hurting you. Not for the sake of my children, but for the sake of my own heart. It is a great feat to tame a dragon, but an even greater one to have a dragon want to own you as theirs," Yapeth sounded so distraught. As if saying all this outloud would make you run. That it would be the thing that made you abandon him. "What are you going to do to fix the ache in my heart, [Name]ling? I need you to heal me because surely I am ill to feel such pain for you. My heart aches when you gaze upon me. My dragon flame becomes hotter than before," Yapeth notched his chin to rest on the crook of your neck. One of his arms released your torso, sliding across your own arm. His claws danced along your skin. He reached for your hand, his claws tightening around it once he took it in his hold. "I want you to be mine. I want to have the ceremony with you. The one where we tie our souls together in the eyes of your gods. Please... I hate begging for things that are so just out of my reach."
Yan Dilf Dragon who finally slides the ring upon your finger. He twists the metal band around, making sure it fit you right. His whining stopped almost instantly when he saw the ring on your hand. You were reeling from all of this. It felt so fast. Yapeth hated you when he first met you. He thought you were a parasite in his family. You could feel his animosity when you were awake. Now though? He was begging. Begging for you to be by his side for all eternity. It felt odd to want to agree. Was this something you wanted? Your home was still waiting for you. Your doubt was clear to him. How could it not be? He spent months studying your mannerisms. When you were sad. When you were happy. He knew when things made you falter or light up. His claws wrinkled around your clothing. He didn't address your worry. He didn't even give you a chance to reject his advances. He picked you up into a bridal carry and held you close. Your head was level with his heart. You could hear it pounding from behind his muscles. He dipped his head down to seal his affections for you into reality. A long kiss was pressed onto your cheek, his lips not leaving your skin until you started to subtly shift around. "There is much to prepare. I want to give you the greatest ceremony. A beautiful garment, gorgeous flowers, and possibly a crown. There will be a feast, too. A perfect marriage for you and me," Yapeth voiced. It wasn't like you could reject him. He was making it clear that there was no room for you to disagree. The sheets and clothing you were cleaning were left behind at the lake. There was no need to worry over simple things like that. Your hands would be better suited for caring for your future family with him. His children would be excited to have more siblings. Embdra and Edtric would be excited to help you with cute little half-dragons.
Yan Dilf Dragon who doesn't waste any time in setting up his own small marriage ceremony for you. He makes sure there are foods you like and the venue is secluded but exquisite. The perfect scenery to create the absolutely impeccable memory of you two together in your joining of souls. His daughters were adorned in precious gold jewelry and dresses that matched the outfit he chose for you to wear. Their hair was decorated with several of your favorite flowers. Embdra and Illumnia felt like princesses. His son had set up the venue. Edtric was also in charge of the guest list, which was mostly foxes and wolves. It was quite the sight to see so many foxes and wolves sitting in front of a broken wooden arch left behind by humans. Yapeth's focus was mostly on decorating you to be his new companion. You were meticulously outfitted in light, breathable fabrics with matching jewels. A brilliant tiara that held gems that matched your eyes was placed upon your head. "Only the best for my greatest find," he whispered against your ear. His breath felt hot and smelled of charcoal. He held your head in his hands, pressing reverent kisses upon your face. Each one was a testament of his growing appreciation for your presence. "I have been granted such a glorious gift from the skies. You were unexpected, yes, but such a surprise. I am ever grateful that my dragonlings had discovered you back in that river. That I got to be the one to take you home. To nurse you back to health. I was alone for so long, I forgot what it had felt like to have the warmth of someone else beside me. In my arms. You are my greatest gift," he ranted while he adjusted your clothing. Your head was spinning from such praise. How did things escalate this far?
Yan Dilf Dragon who carried you to the venue in silence. He didn't want your garments to become dirty before you two had reached the destination. Embdra, Edtric, and Illumnia were already waiting for you two. The forest was buzzing in response to such an exciting thing to happen. The mighty dragon that ruled with fire and flame was trying himself to someone after years of mourning for his wife. He placed you down carefully once you reached the hidden-away clearing with bright sunshine. His children were giggling, watching their father be all soft on you. They took their seats amongst the wolves and foxes. Yapeth walked you down the path decorated with flower petals. Illumnia squealed when she saw you. Her chubby arms tried reaching out for you when you walked past. Her squirming had become too much for Embdra, so you had ended up carrying the infant along the aisle walk. Yapeth's heart lurched at the way you looked holding his fussiest baby. She was always calmer around you. Her little tail curled around your arm. Yapeth led you to stand underneath the overgrown arch, plucking two flowers for you. Edtric took that as his sign to run up and stand between you. The children were seemingly matching their father's energy in excitement and joy to have you be a part of their family officially.
Yan Dilf Dragon who gave you the kindest smile you've ever seen him wear. He watched as his littlest one played with the collar of your clothing. You fit in so well with them. He was so lost in your eyes that it had taken Edtric clearing his throat three times for him to be pulled out of it. "Papa! Gotta make the promises!" Edtrict reminded Yapeth. The dragonling continued, addressing the crowd and his twin, "We gather here for soul binding! With [Name]ling and Papa! Now make promises of happiness and togetherness till the end of forever!" Yapeth nodded once Edtric had finished. He took your hand and brought it to his face. He twisted the ring on your finger, gazing at you with a fiery passion. "My [Name]ling. Please do me the honors in being mine forever. I will vow to provide for you better than anyone else ever could even consider. Your head will have the gentlest place to rest within my residence. Your heart will always feel warm in my embrace. Not to mention that my little dragonlings have become quite close to you. Will you be mine?" he questioned as if the answer wasn't already obvious. Your thoughts were everywhere. Would it be best to agree? You would be well taken care of. And well loved. The burning fire in Yapeth's eyes was what scared you. You never noticed how bright they burned until now. "I accept..." you nodded reverently. All life around you cheered at your agreement. The wolves howled. the foxes chirped, and the children squealed. He finally leaned in and sealed these promises with a kiss on your lips. It was soft. A contradicting feeling to the rough hold he had on you. Illumnia, not wanting to be outdone, tried to mimic her father. It just ended up with her gnawing on your cheek.
Yan Dilf Dragon who was finally tied to you. Or so he believed. At the very least, the forest regarded your conjunction and responded with loud, animalistic cries. It was finally time to jubilate. Yapeth took Illumnia from you to free your arms. He guided you to the food laid out upon several blankets. It had been reminiscent of your picnic day with the twins. He wanted you to be well fed after something this exciting. And he wasn't one to pass up the opportunity to feed you, and it would be even better with how pretty you looked. He kept you close to him. He needed you close because you could still run. His paranoia took a complete 180. It wasn't about you running off and spreading word of a dragon family living deep in the woods that kept you longer than they should have, either. His worries lied in a stray human mistaking you for being in danger and running away with you. He didn't even want to consider such a fate to be feasible. It wouldn't be as long as he was there for you. To take care of you. To nurture you as gently as his claws would allow. Embdra, being tugged by Edtric, stood before you. Her father's intimidating gaze caused her to freeze up. Whispers of encouragement had been sourced by Edtric, trying to convince his sister to do something. You did not know what that 'something' was. The girl fumbled with her dress, tugging it down with her claws. Her voice was quiet, "I… I have a dance for Papa and [Name]ling…" She had been practicing it for days. With a nod from her brother, she started to dance with the flower petals. It was messy, sure, and a little uncoordinated, but it was very thought out. Something you could tell was worked on with great care. As you watched, Yapeth spooned bits and pieces of food into your mouth. He wanted your attention to be on him and him alone, but he couldn't deny his little girl this important moment. The dance was dedicated to him, too, after all. Once she had finished, she ran into your chest. She wanted reassurance that her dance was adequate. That she had done a good job and had done something you would enjoy. "Did [Name]ling like it?" her voice was timid against your chest. "I enjoyed it, little one. You did such a good job," you brushed the bangs away from her eyes to give her a proper smile. Edtric bolted beside you to tug on your arm. He wanted praise for his "priest" job. You tried to provide but your mouth had been stuff filled with food. By the moon rise, you were coiled around four different dragon tails and surrounded by purring dragons.
Yan Dilf Dragon who transforms from the fierce dragon filled with hatred due to the grief his heart never released to a monster who would tear the world down if you ever left his arms. He was addicted to your warmth. Days on end have become constant cuddle sessions. Convincing him to hunt became a chore. His children had to pry him off of you with their own claws. He made big deals out of leaving you alone for a second. He had his children swear to him that you would be safe. Even then he would whine as loud as a desperate puppy for you. His children would scold you whenever you did something their father wouldn't like. Their explanation always involved that they did not like when their papa was scary. Domestic life fit you so well in Yapeth's mind. It fit him too. The taste of home-cooked meals felt right, in a way. Well, whenever he even managed to get past missing you and put effort into hunting. Your skin would be marred daily with love bites because your husband had no clue what restraint meant. Yapeth just found it absolutely appealing to see you with the marks of his fangs on your skin. Not because they were markings of a mate, but because you looked absolutely stunning with them. Rough affections and rough declarations of dedication from all of them were the norm in your life now. It was best to let Yapeth do what he thought was best for you. It was hard to disagree with him. Especially when it ended up with him sleeping outside in the cave because he thought he upset you and you didn't want to see him ever again. Even worse when he puts his children through such worrisome events. Just kiss his cheek and reassure him that you meant your agreement to the vow of being tied to him for forever and everything will smooth itself over.
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Teddy Bestie || Yan Friend's Little Sister x GN Reader
Characters: Lylah
Summary: Bone's Little Sister becomes your new best friend!
Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, violence, mention of self harm, THIS IS PLATONIC
Bone's Part
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Yan Friend's Little Sister who utterly adores her older brother. Even if she's only seven, she'd do anything for her brother. She's super wary of new people coming into the home. Especially people her brother had invited. She can't be too careful. She understands the fragility of new friendships. She's quite experienced with them out on the playground of her elementary school.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who becomes curious about you when Bone. her brother, invites you over for the first time. She watches from the door intently while you converse with Bone. The two of you seem to get along. All of her tense feelings soothe over when her brother laughs at something you said.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who follows you when you go to the kitchen to get some water. When you turn around to go back to Bone's room, you're startled by a little girl holding a plush skeleton. She interrogates you with several questions. Why are you here? Why are you with her brother? Do you like her brother? Were you being bribed to be here?
Yan Friend's Little Sister who becomes fast friends with you when you mention liking one of her favorite shows. She drags you to her room to show you all of her plushies of the characters from the aforementioned cartoon. She doesn't let you leave when Bone comes in to take you back to his room. The two argue over what is most important. A cartoon rewatch or homework.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who notices you coming over more often to see Bone. Whenever she's home, she is the one to answer the door. The first thing she does is take you to her room to play. Fake tea parties, royal declarations, and several imaginary games all get cut short by Bone's interference. He claims that you were there for him, not some children's games.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who pouts whenever you have to leave. She begs Bone to make you stay the night. She whines as loud as she can to try to convince him. Her pout becomes bigger the more he refuses. You were feeling so uncomfortable about the argument happening in front of you that you folded. You promised her that you would come by tomorrow just to solely play with her. She becomes so elated that it's all she talks about during dinner. She sings about all her plans, much to Bone's dismay.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who's first activity with you is to play pretend. You are her knight, and she is the princess. Though it isn't like the classic girlhood imaginary games. She instructs you to befriend the dragon and teach her to become the dragon's friend. She's so happy that you're playing along. Even more so since she got her brother to leave you alone.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who discovers that her older brother has a crush on you. When she catches him confessing to a photo of you, she squeals. You coming over made so much more sense now. She made a promise to Bone that she'd help him win your heart. No matter what! She didn't let her brother finish his sentence. He didn't need her help to share his feelings with you.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who becomes your best friend. She absolutely adores you. She always hangs out with you whenever her brother is busy with chores. These moments are her chances to gain information about you. What you like, what you don't like. Even what your dream wedding would be. Her nosy questions are seemingly just innocent child questions to you. Little did you know that she was documenting every answer so she could plan your future with her brother.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who helps her brother with setting up dates and gifts for you. Everything she's written in her unicorn notebook is put to great use. Your favorite flowers and your preferred jewelry color are all added to her journal. Going shopping with her is a nightmare. Every single time Bone goes out to pick up groceries or other necessities, she is immediately searching for potential gifts. When she finds the right one, it's a whole meltdown about why her older brother should buy it for her. It's even worse when her brother finds something you dislike.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who constantly begs you to spend the night. She doesn't like when you have to go. So why not stay forever? Her mother and Bone are quick to scold her for such requests. That doesn't stop her from pleading with her mom for you to be able to spend the night. Whenever her brother has something to say, she quickly retorts with, "Momma's the boss. Not you." The moment her mom caves and starts apologizing to you, she is running down the halls to gather supplies for your sleeping spot in her room.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who becomes disappointed to find out that you wouldn't be sleeping in her room, but rather in Bone's room. She tries to negotiate with him, but he isn't budging. She even tries to sneak in to sleep on the floor. However, she's caught when it's time for dinner. She devises a plan to wake you up in the middle of the night the moment she's left alone. She plots and discovers that she can wake you up by claiming she had a nightmare and needs someone to sleep beside her or she won't go back to bed. So in the wee hours of the morning, you're dragged by your wrist. to her room.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who becomes so distraught when you talk about your childhood best friend one time. However, she uses this to find out about any potential rivals her brother might have in the fight to win your heart. Later she goes to her brother and shares what she's learned like a spy. Her brother tries to scold her but can't help but be intrigued by what she was able to get out of you.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who schemes in her school notebook with her special glitter pens she got as a 'going to elementary school' gift from her mother. She plots during her free time in class and even shows some of her notes off to her friends. They all like to have their part in this matchmaking game too. Her notebook is full of menacing but cute-looking six-year-old drawings. Her teacher sees them but doesn't bring them up because she's terrified by this group of first graders.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who lights up when you're the one to pick her up from school. Sometimes her brother will be too busy and her mom will have work, so they call you for help. She takes your hand immediately and shows you off to her friends. They all ask intrusive questions, and the supervisor has to direct the gaggle of girls away. On the way home she tells you all about her day and the drama she has with other kids. She skips beside you, gripping your hand so tight.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who usually brags about her brother and his strength during school lunch, but now she has you to brag about. She tells her classmates how kind you are. She raves about all the games you play with her. Not to mention the little gifts you bring. Now when you go to up again, it's not just her friends but her entire first grade class who bombards you.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who tries her best to make her brother more appealing to you. Though all she knows about romance is from Disney Princess Movies. SHe knows her brother isn't really a prince charming type, but what works works. It's so funny when you become confused at the sight of Bone acting like the opposite of himself. It's even more comedic when she plays it up a little bit. She says anything and everything to make her brother seem like the perfect man.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who gets scared when you and Bone get into an argument or any form of disagreement. She discovers when her brother comes home all angry. The sad look in his eyes when he tells her to leave him alone. She tries to ask. All she's met with is silence. It's only when her mom comes to talk to her that she learns of what happened. She runs to her brother to find his phone. Being the sneak she is, she unlocks it and starts texting you.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who comforts her brother in any way a six-year-old can during this argument period. Once she sees that he's doing better and actually taking care of himself, she plots a way to apologize to you. She demands her brother apologize first. Her plan consists of a gift as well, which she has already picked out for him.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who anxiously waits for news on whether you forgive her brother or not. Once she catches wind you have forgiven him, she latches onto you the next time you visit. She cries. Wails even. Through tears she expresses that she didn't want to lose her best friend forever. It's all a guilt tactic to prevent you from ever thinking twice about going away.
Yan Friend's Little Sister who will do anything to keep you and her brother friends. Not because her brother asked her to, but because she adores you completely. She truly believes that you're some royal who is meant to be by her side and grant her every single wish. That you're meant to be her brother's sole companion through this cruel world.
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OH HOW I LOVE CIRCE!!! WE NEED MORE HARPY YANDERES AND IM SO IN LOVE!!
Now for my request!
How would Circe react if reader had siblings over. I was thinking like younger siblings that are children and they had to take care of them.
And vice versa if you're up for it!
-E
(still can't believe you like my content but that's besides the point —)
Thank you for the request, dear E! After Project Hail Mary, all I can imagine is Circe talking like Rocky
WARNING: Mild yandere behaviour, masc!reader, reader getting turned into a parental figure
Circe with your child siblings
- He hadn't been gone long. Just a few hours of stretching, gathering and fighting off other harpies for encroaching onto your territory
- So, it was safe to say he was confused how you could produce an egg from... somewhere ("but Circe taught by M/N that M/N can't lay egg!??") and have them hatch and grow
- Though fully confused, immediately accepts his new role as a father. He will protect and care for family! No matter what comes up—!
-... they're your siblings?
- No matter, still child, still in need of protection and love!
- Would grow even more protective and possessive of you, the home and the kids. Staying up late, never letting any of you out of his sight
- Hope you're comfortable sleeping with your siblings. Group sleeping is important! You wouldn't want to stress Circe's poor, worried heart right?
- Lets them sleep alone only sometimes or if they need a moment alone (still keeps an eye out, of course, he'd never actually leave them alone!)
- Even after explaining that the kids are your siblings, Circe can't help but treat you as if you just laid eggs. No walking/riding anywhere. Just carry! Circe big and strong! He handle! And feed you nutritious meal! Balanced!
- He had always wanted to have chicks of your own...
- The siblings are staying temporarily? No, they're not <3
- Slowly falls into a delusion of the siblings being your kids ("M/N good papa. Loving and soft. Perfect papa. Perfect love.")
- Very kind and caring to them. Teaching them what he knows, comforting them when hurt (he cries along with them but it's fine) and letting them ride on his back when he flies
- Loves playing with them. Outdoor games mainly
- Circe never goes high, just to where the top of your home is, that's the maximum
- Preens them like he does you
- Calls them hatchlings or chicks
- Tries teaching them his language (or what there is of it) and gets cuteness aggression from their tries
- Your nest is now massive!
- Loving dad + loving bird husband = happy life
Circe with his own child siblings
- Harpy babies stay with the parents untill they're adults and they don't leave the nest before that (only exploring around the nest) and siblings always go to the parent's nest to visit
- So, if Circe's siblings "visit"...
- You've got mail? Nope, you've got a family!
- Most harpy families are very protective of each other and don't allow most other creatures near their young
- That, obviously, doesn't apply to you. You're Circe's lover!
- All of your clothes are getting tunneled into by the siblings. They smell like Circe and you
- It becomes routine to go out into the garden and hang out while Circe teaches the hatchlings how to fly
- Would end up the same no matter who's siblings arrive. You're a dad now, congrats!
- The only difference is that all of them are now highly protective of you!
What if Benji’s brother was also a werewolf, and that’s why their parents don’t talk to them,
Thank you for the request, dear anon! Somehow, I never wondered about this!
WARNING: Intended to be Masc!reader, masc terms used, brief mentions of scars in the end, child abandonment.
Oh lord, 500 miles or 5 minutes away from home?
- "Dog bros" is now your duo name (Benji claimed it to be so, so it's true!)
- Benji would love cuddling right up to you as you're both in werewolf form, you curled around him, just his snout and eyes peeking out
(y'all ↓)
- Unfortunately, you would have to explain everything about werewolves and the changes that come as you grow...get ready for 2 birds and the bees!
- While you wouldn't hide why you don't talk to your parents (seeing as the same happened to him) you'd leave stuff out
- Your tail is now his chew toy :)
- Now you can roughhouse more roughly! Not that Benji needs to hold himself back much, the knowledge that he's getting stronger puts him on edge when you were human. Good thing you're not in this universe!
- You'd be part of the werewolf community in the town so it's far easier for Benji to find his place. Bonfire nights. Bar n' Bark evenings. Birthdays. Holidays. Fuck it, let's celebrate nothing nights. Home tech afternoons. Summer camp.
- Benji knows you're strong. You're his big brother! But...but family looks out for family! (Especially since that damn wolf can't keep away from you... prick...)
- Carrying him by the scruff of the neck so he doesn't go for the throat because someone insulted you
- Whines and whines. He knows you can hear him. Don't ignore him.
- Rides on your back in wolf form and gets carried like a baby in pup form
- Not much would change if you were a werewolf besides being able to relate to your younger bro. You don't talk to your parents—if you can call them that—so it's just you two. Just like always.
Now it's time for : Angsty writing
"God– Fuckin'–" You cursed under your breath, you sat down onto your ancient bed, hunching into yourself. The floral bedsheets you got when you were thrown out wrapped tightly around a small bundle on the bed.
You press the balls of your hands into your eyes. You wanted to claw them out. To rip your throat so you could scream with no pain. No noise. Your mind began to wander. Thinking of the small boy—your brother—who got sent to you, holding ready adoption papers. The one sleeping right here. Next to you.
Your chest burned, throat feeling tight and saliva thick. You weren't sure if the burning in your eyes came from the pressing or the tears. Shaking your head free of the documents you filled mere hours ago, you focused on your breathing. Attempting to keep it even and deep. You couldn't cry. You can't.
But oh, how hard it was. This poor baby, not even double digits and already abandoned by those who were supposed to stand behind him. Arms open to catch and hands nail free so they could only sooth. You're not shocked, but disgust churned inside, gnawing at everything. You should have known. You should have prepared. The love your parents share are not for children or friends. They care for each other, not for others. As soon as any harm comes into view, they turn tail and run. Even if it's their own children, running to them with blood staining their clothes, bite marks impeded in their skin and tears rolling down their cheeks. Crying out for them.
At least you were 18. An adult. You could figure it out on your own. But Benji? He's a child. What could he have done if you didn't accept him? Not that you wouldn't. You wouldn't be like them. You would pull out your nails and teeth if it meant Benji felt safe. You would run towards his screams. Wash away the blood. Bandages the bite marks. Dry his tears. You would be his parent. His father. His mother. His brother. His family.
Your ears perk up as Benji shifts under the covers, rolling over towards you.
"...Brother...?" His quiet voice whispers out, voice broken and lazy.
"I'm comin', baby, I'm comin'." You sigh, rubbing the back of your neck, fingers grazing the long-since healed bite marks.
There's no point breaking now. He's here. He needs you. Crying can wait.
You gently lift the covers, making sure the heat doesn't escape, before getting it.
"Night, Benji." You murmur as you turn off the bedside lamp. Leaving rainbow night-light softly shining. Huh. It ain't that bad.
It's not long before you feel the small form that is your brother curling up to you.
"Good nigh..." Benji's voice drifts before snapping back, making you smile, " brother..."
Can I request to know how the Yans are when high, preferably Love Bus, but any of them is fine
Thank you for the request, anon!
Note, this is coming from a person who's never gotten high. This is based on what I've heard happens when people partake in the taking
WARNING: Drugs, getting high, Masc!Reader
Mùchén (he/him)
- Cries and whines
- Becomes very sentimental and clingy. You are not getting let go, even in the bathroom. You're both boys! You've got the same stuff!
- "I'm just— You're so amazing, baby~!!"
Stephen (he/him)
- Switches between deep talks, nonsensical chattering and spacing out
- Would crave the greasiest kebab
- S: "Let's talk about fish" // You: "okay" // S: "They think their better than me (눈‸눈)" // You: "How dare they"
Marylin (she/her)
- Partakes the most (she's a stressed girl, okay?) so she's pretty used to it, knows her limits
- Talks about her troubles and plays with your hands
- "And so like— What if I want to take a gap year? It'll help!... Won't it?"
Ruka (they/them)
- Spaces out the whole time
- Goes through a quiet anxiety attack, which you help them through
- Partakes once and doesn't do it ever again. Becomes a second caretaker (the first one being you)
- "We're like parents, aren't we? They turn into such toddlers...well Stephen is already one— I'm just joking, sweetheart!"
Bonus!
Circe (he/they)
- Loses the his, already limited, ability to talk. Chirps and clicks the whole time
- Stays in his nest with you the whole time, starts kneeding your belly (no, it doesn't matter how much or little you have, you're getting tummy biscuits!)
- Puffs up to the point he looks like a ball of feathers
