Hello! Name's Cecilia, I'm a huge fan of Marvel, DC comics, Supernatural, Breaking Bad and some other things that you'll find here. I / love / Mean Girls and my favourite color is ( of course ) pink! I'm a dramaqueen, that's pretty important to know. You're very welcome in this blog. Enjoy my blog! 👑
yandere! bruno bucciarati x f! reader.
inspired by these heacanons by @jojosprostate. read those for context!
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› warnings: dissociation, blood, light gore, not sfw (implied past noncon, non-consensual touching), forced temporary amputation, gaslighting, broken darling.
› word count: 1.8k.
› art credit: 3183320.
you’re crying again.
for all he’s given you — for every second of mercy — you’re crying again. he’s tempted to grab your jaw and twist your neck a bit too far, force you to look at him, force you to show him those tears and those eyes. the temptation to punish you is intoxicating; what sounds will you make now? did he not break you enough? what else can you endure? how far are you willing to push him?
he gathers himself. now’s not the time to lose his temper, not when he’s created such an opportune chance to make you subservient. you’re no longer kicking or screaming as you had a day ago, and your body is flush against his, drinking in his warmth amidst bathwater that makes your head spin. in the back of your mind, you wonder if he put something in the water, too, but the accusation dies before it reaches your tongue.
•I do not in any way support relationships similar to that of a Yandere in any real life situation. This is simply fictional and for entertainment reasons.
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* depiction of Violence
* Yandere Behavior/Tendencies
* Mentions of Blood
* Let me know what else to add(?)
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“What are you doing here?” He asked in a stern tone but still no answer dared to come out of your mouth.
“Answer me!” He hissed.
“I… I ran away from my home” you simply explained, not wanting to face the embarrassment of telling him that you were a runaway bride of an ogre.
“Well I hope you know that you’re trespassing on my private land” he hissed again.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t aware of that, I’ll leave now if you wish” you explained as you stood up and grabbed your things, ready to leave but he quickly grabbed your arm.
Bruno
You sat on your bed as your eleven sisters scurried around, grabbing their gowns, shoes and jewels as they prepared for a ball in which they had been attending for the past month in a land filled with precious metals and gems. At first you thought it was some kind of trick your eldest sister was playing, however one by one your sisters joined your eldest, with tales to tell of golden trees, a lake of stars in which twelve princes await and a ball that is on every night where the instruments played the most heavenly sounds.
You had gotten dressed, curiosity had gotten the best of you. Such tall tales seemed too good to be true, but how could it be a lie if all your sisters were talking about it.
Dio
You woke up and rubbed your head, you felt rather groggy but that was to be expected after being trapped under the rubble of your castle but you weren’t anymore, instead you laid on a mountain of pillows that were sprawled out like a mattress on the cave ground.
You sat up and tried to find your tiara but you must have lost it while being unconscious. Then you felt the ground shake under you as a long, large shadow appeared and approached. You quickly pretended to be asleep, using your hair to hide your open eye.
Slowly it came closer and closer but you did not dare to look up. A large claw came down only a meter away from your face showing you a tiara. It wasn’t yours, it was a fancier than yours, made of platinum and had diamonds all around it.
You finally gained the courage to look up and as you did you felt your heart plunge into your stomach as you came face to face with a golden dragon with Amber eyes. Your fear grew worse as you looked at its horns and the bones that came out of it’s back like the bones in a fish’s fin.
La Squadra and Diavolo
You sat under the shade of a mulberry tree reading the script to a play you were to perform in a months time.
“Dear Marshall, as much as it pains me to tell… I am in love with another” you muttered your line. After that your friend Louise who would play Marshall would exclaim ‘who is this person you’ve fallen for’.
“I have fallen for the bewitching beauty of the baker’s eldest daughter, Rose is the tender flower who makes me weak on my knees” you continued before feeling a weight on your lap. You looked down to see a fluffy, floppy eared, white rabbit on your lap, you gave it a soft pat as you continued to read before feeling it tug your necklace off your necklace, a very valuable one as well.
The small rabbit hopped as fast as it’s little feet could take it. You dropped your script and got to your feet as you began to chase it across the rolling greens while holding up your white gown.
Ghiaccio and Bruno
You sat under the canopy of roses as you waited for Bruno to come back from his work on a fishing ship. You hadn’t seen him since mid summer. As the first snowflakes of winter gently drifted in the air you remembered how you’d both stay at each others house and huddle up near the fireplace.
As your mind drifted off you remember a pair of jet black eyes you saw through the frost covered windows when you were younger and the mysterious piece of a mirror and how it made everything seem so worn and ugly. You kept that shard in a little box where every now and then you would inspect it to try and figure out what it really was.
You let out a frosty sigh as you wait for your childhood friend to return home. Your heart pounded as you remembered his lush ebony locks, his deep blue eyes, his sweet voice and warm smile. You held these longing feelings of love towards him inside of your heart but you dreaded to confess those affections to him, you didn’t want to ruin the nearly fifteen years of friendship in your selfish pursuit for something more.
Kira and Josuke
Rumors spread like wildfire that Yoshikage Kira’s recent wife disappeared. To most it wasn’t a surprise that she did, all his other wives had. You found yourself questioning what happened. Mr Kira seemed like a relatively harmless man for the most part or at least you did, many other women were wry of how his lovers vanished on the other hand.
You brushed your hair while looking at the vanity, perhaps you would go into town to see your good friend Josuke if he wasn’t busy. You pinned up your hair before walking downstairs to be greeted by the hoard of siblings you had, twelve sisters and two brothers to be exact. You smiled at them before joining them at the table where you were all served a buffet of delightful dishes.
reminder these are wips that may change as I write more
Prompt: “Now that I’ve got you here, I’m not going to let you go.”
Description: Risotto, against his will, has to leave you alone to attend to some duties shortly after he brings you home. The coming week you spend alone has you feel like you’re going crazy; it’s only when he returns, late into the evening, can you confirm that you must be.
Rating: sfw
Word Count: 3299
Content Warnings: Blood, minor descriptions of gore
Notes: As it happens, welcome to part 3 of my Risotto series. I always seem to visit it when I’m feeling Some Sort of Way so… here’s this? Maybe one day I’ll give it a proper name but who knows! Certainly not me! Prompt was taken from that yandere valentines list, (which im still taking btw).
Part: One | Two | Three | Four
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You had taken a long time in the shower, far longer than you might usually. You went through the motions of cleaning yourself almost roboticly, thoughts too far away to be brought back. Hardly even 12 hours ago, you were at your own apartment, waving your roommates goodbye and settling in for a relaxing evening alone… Now, you were here. Trapped with Risotto and whatever whims he had for you. But at least, you had one hope out of this mess. Glory was with you now; though you had little understanding of how your stand worked, you had faith that you could make it out of this with her by your side.
Once you finally decide to get out of the shower, you’re wary as you step into the room, towel wrapped around yourself. There’s no sign of Risotto, thankfully. As he said, he left out a some clothing for you. You’re now sure whether to be thankful or angry that its actually your clothing– stuff you’ve worn countless times. Still, you change into the familiar clothing, trying not to think too hard about the undergarments and pulling on the familiar sweater and pants. Through all this you notice its… quiet. With a deep breath you leave the room, surprised to find the apartment… empty. There’s no sign of Risotto, or the ‘fight’ you had before. The place is spotless. Like… hardly lived in, now that you take a proper look at it. Did he move here recently or… was he simply not here often?
“Oh, great…” You mutter to yourself. “I’ve been abducted by an absent…” You pause, realizing you don’t have a proper title for him. Crazy person? Wanna-be boyfriend? You sigh and shake your head. At least with Risotto gone, you can properly explore, perhaps get a game plan going for your escape. That, and speak with Glory without him knowing– that would really help you.
Notes between the Two - Yandere! Jotaro Kujo x Sweet! Reader
(It’s really shitty but I figured I HAVE to post something here already! This is the prequel to the story really. What starts Jotaro’s curiosity and before his yandere traits really begin to emerge. No warnings for this one aside from bad grammar lolololol. I also need to figure out how to format on mobile. Usually I would put it all together on desktop but sadly my computer is currently broken. I’ll be sure to get it fixed so I can make these look... better )
There was always a smile on the face of a certain student who travelled from place to place, a contagious aura of warmth and sweetness exuding from her body in waves that crashed against others and drew them in. Her eyes held a sparkle not nothing could hide, a sparkle more radiant than the (h/c) colored hair.
Of course, even people who couldn’t stay in one place would have to get their education somehow. Jogging up the steps she heard the familiar squeal of girls following after the silent man they seemed to adore. She had never gotten a good look at him, and she didn’t intend to as she skipped past the crowd with a hop in her step and a backpack full of gifts for her class.
But he saw her every day. Every time shewent up the stairs Jotaro’s eyes would trace her over with fascination and a thousand questions. Why did he feel warm when he saw her? Why did he enjoy watching her and what was the feeling of envy inside of him? Was it because no matter how much he looked at her she never seemed to look at him?
An hour into class (y/n) was a bit annoyed, shed expected to be able to watch the teacher go through the lesson but so far she had only seen the broad back of her burly classmate. She knew his name was Jotaro Kujo thanks to the morning flock of girls after him and the whispers in the classroom. Maybe she wouldn’t havecared so much if he had just said something or moved even a little during the lesson, but he remained silent and still. Puffing out her cheeks she furrowed her brows and slipped two things under his propped arm and onto his desk. A small bag of cookies with a little note with her contact information messily doodled onto the decorative paper tag. It wasn’t a gift simply for him, she’d given a few out to people on her first day and it had only been a week since so there was a few left over. So, this just seemed like the next logical step. Watching for a reaction the student almost giggled when he jumped even if it was barely considered a movement. Her note wasn’t that extravagant, ‘My name is (y/n), I hope we can be friends! My phone number is’ Seeing no attempt at any written response from her grouchy new friend she wrote a note and tossed it to him, ‘if you’re allergic to anything write a note back! They’re just your run of the mill sugar cookies. Even if I used a star cookie cutter. They should be sweet like I bet you are when you talk’ even including a little drawing of herself in the corner of the paper with a star. All (y/n) wanted to do was make a friend!
Again, no reply aside from an audible sigh from Jotaro. She almost felt discouraged until she heard the sound of a plastic bag opening and something being bitten. Her smile returned and she wrote another note, ‘I hope they’re good! If you want more just reach into my bag! I trust you’re too nice to steal anything besides some snacks.’
Soon the day ended and the two rose from their seats, (y/n) cheerful as ever and her eyes finally getting to see the face of the person in the seat in front of her as he turned to face her, finally saying a word she couldn’t hear. She couldn’t exactly see his face when she had already taken another bag of sweets from her bag. This time little seashell shaped chocolates, “no need to say anything. I just need to make sure I see you smile before the end of the year!”
Of course, she didn’t get a reply. He only took the bag and turned around preparing to leave as he got his stuff muttering words (y/n) would hear more often than she’d have thought, “good grief...”
And while she couldn’t see it, there was a faint curl of his lips as he looked down at the bag in his hands.
Why did she have to make him want to have all of the sweetness she produced?
ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2: ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴀᴜ! ᴄᴀᴘᴏ ᴊᴏᴛᴀʀᴏ x ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ| 18+
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ɴꜱꜰᴡ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ
ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ
Part 1: Reunion
Art:@/oootatsumiooo on Twitter
Home, a place of solitude and confinement. Where you’re able to naturally be you without a care in the world. A space to escape from your troubles, especially at any given moment your secret could be exposed. You live in a small isolated town, anything too extraordinary would blow your identity. You’d socialize from time to time but hosting events at your home? Too risky. Small talk will suffice, that way if police start asking questions fingers wouldn’t be pointing at you. And besides it’s not like you tell everyone you were an assassin. An occupation and you had no choice but to give up on. 
Long before your jewelry thieving days your family were known as assassins..well mainly your father. Your mother, as most wives, didn’t know about her husband’s second life. For years he maintained a stable work and home life, something assassins have a hard time balancing the two. That all came to an end once your father had been killed. His body was reported dead right before your parents anniversary. All of this came to a complete shock to your mother and she ended up dying months later. You weren’t necessarily alone since your father’s name held value and fear unto others. Associates of your father’s looked after you, taking you up under their wing.
Ultimately, this lure you to the Joestars. Not for any vengeance purposes but for a job offer. This led to a beautiful business relationship blossoming throughout the city of Opal. Despite age differences, races, and religious background; you, Joesph, Avdol, Kakyoin, Polnareff and Jotaro become the thickest of thieves. You once thought killing destroyed you your family but yet again it brought forth genuine relationships..as fucked up as it sounds. The ones closest to your age; Jotaro and Kakyoin immediately took a liking to you. Being the only teenagers in a violent organization was comforting, knowing you had someone a shoulder to lean on. As time grew on you and Jotaro started spending quality time alone..It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy Kakyoin’s occasional flirting but Jotaro was a drug to you. One time was all he need to get you hooked.
In the back on Joesph’s Bentley the two of you went at it. And once the backseats where getting worn down his mother’s house was the next best option. There the two of you explored your own sexual desires; Jotaro loved when you pegged him. His dick would harden at the idea you topping him. He adored when you pound him in the bed as the headboard collide against the wall.
“Jotarooo honey is everything alright?” Holly asked a bit worried about her 19 year old son. Grabbing ahold of his length you rubbed him up and down, whispered dirty words in his ear.
“Tell her that you’re being fucked in the ass with a strap on..I think she’d be pleased~”
“Fuckk youu~” He slurred just so that only you heard him.
As for you, the feeling of you being caught or almost caught turned you on. Or if Jotaro put a vibrator deep in your cunt while at the dinner table.
“What’s the matter Y/n? You’re not making any sense?” Same as Holly, Polnareff inquired during a love making session. You gripped on your fork as you felt Jotaro hand sliding down your panties.
“Good grief, you bitched how hungry you were and now look at you,” Jotaro complained toying with your clit. You shoot him a death glare which seem normal to the rest of the group. As pay back from pegging him he kicked your chair pushing the vibrator even deeper. It stimulated your G spot so much you accidentally let out a wail.
Bringing you back to reality you felt a small tug from your pants leg. You looked down meeting a pair of green shiny eyes, innocently staring back at you.
Jolyne Kujo; the byproduct of the affair between you and Jotaro. Her birthmark on her back was all you needed to confirm who are father was.
Did he know? No.
Should you tell him? Of course not.
Do you feel guilty not giving Jolyne an opportunity to meet her father? Everyday yes. It ate you up inside since you just saw him days ago.
This wasn’t your choice.
“Based on what Kakyoin already told me you’re 7 weeks pregnant..do you know how detrimental this is?” Never has Joesph been this serious. You always viewed as the fun loving grandfather all these years. What happened??
“I’m an adult so is Jotaro, we can handle—”
“I guess he didn’t tell you,” Joesph cut you off rubbing his temple. The room was heavy, letting you know there’s something wrong. “He’s getting married..well it’s an arrange marriage,”
“What the fuck?!” You jumped up from your seat, slamming your palms against the table. “And none of you fuckers told me?!”
“It’s business nothing personal,” Joesph stated keeping his composure. “I know it’s a rather difficult  decision but aborting the baby would be best,”
As if your blood wasn’t boiling enough Joesph had to  intensify it. Never did your mind wondered in that direction. And even if you did, it’s your body! The sudden urge to throw up crawled up your esophagus, you weren’t sure if it was from your pregnancy or showcase how enrage you were.
“Did you give Tomoko that same option? Because I’m pretty sure Holly isn’t your only child,” Blinded by pure bloodlust you held a dagger between your fingers. Joesph had better chose his words carefully or his deceased Italian friend would be the next thing he’ll see.
“What if I pay you fifty million dollars to do whatever you want? Keep the baby I don’t care..just leave,” Leave? Just like that? As if those years..being  vulnerable? Seeing him as a father figure? Negotiating business proposals..means nothing to him. A spec of dust in the wind, forever forgotten..You swallow the aching lump in your throat, verbally you wanted to break him.
“Is that all? DIO wanted to steal your families riches for a reason..fifty million is all you can provide?” Sitting on top of his desk you pulled the dagger, placing it directly under his neck. “I’m a valuable ally and carrying the next joestar so pissing me off will cost you..make it a half a billion, do we got a deal Joesph?~”
“..Yes..”
~✨
Despite the odds you found your happiness, in order for it to remain this way assassination had to be left behind. A hard decision fabricated by the unfortunate events of your past. Now you were given a chance to do it all over, to not repeat your parents mistakes. Eventually you’ll tell Jolyne the truth but for right now she was your escape from reality. Coming home to her every day held importance in your twisted heart. Who knew motherhood could change you.
“Goodnight my little butterfly..sweet dreams” You press a kiss on Jolyne’s miniature forehead. Belly full of baby food she slept on her stomach knocked out. Her light snores reminded you of Jotaro, only when he was exhausted you’d hear him snore. Little similarities such as these sadden you. Jolyne was Jotaro’s  carbon copy, from the appearance to her temper. What almost two year old damn near destroys the house, all for a cookie?? Then again it could be terrible two’s sprinkle in there.
9:47 p.m on a Thursday you open the doors to your home. It wasn’t to lead in a cool breeze or draw forth unwanted insects. Doing things just for the hell of it wasn’t your style, the situation had to benefit you immensely in order for it work out. So why was Noriaki Kakyoin entering your home this late? Potential booty call? Far from it. The mass majority of your pregnancy he was there, aiding you through the highs and lows.
But wasn’t he the one who ratted you out to Joesph? He was going to find out anyway so why not rip the Band-Aid off completely. 
“Thought we discuss stealing the necklace was a risky move,”
“Nooo, those were your words not mine,”
“Wished you’ve listen because Jotaro wants to see you,” Kakyoin sigh handing his phone over to you.
“Fuck I look like, Joesph??” You threw his phone back to him hissing in annoyance. “He paid me to keep quiet, I’m not about to risk Jolyne’s life for this shit,”
“You’re aware this is Jotaro we’re talking about right? Sniffs out bullshit like a sixth senes,” You laughed half heartedly, there was no need to disagree with that statement.  As much as you hate to acknowledge it. “Just talk to him over dinner, and I’ll watch his lookalike for you,” You elbowed his side playfully at his shady comment. “and besides..I knnnoooowww you have a killer dress you’ve been dying to wear,” Damn his proposal did sound nice, nights out were rare especially after having Jolyne.
You got it Anon! 😘🥰😇 Big stronk Himbos feeling the big feelings coming right up!
Pillarmen (separate) in heat and their s/o's reaction...
(Under the cut for length!)
Kars:
• On the norm, Kars wasn't overly affectionate with you.
• Sure, he had his times; like when he would put an arm around you when sitting on the couch or when he held you in his lap on occasion while he worked.
• You'd also get rewarded with some sweet little kisses during your daily routines.
• But really, he wasn't really a clingy creature...
• Well... not until his heat strikes, that is.
• When undergoing heat, oh boy, this hulking Pillarman's cold and collected demeanor practically melts away to reveal a cuddly, purring kitten.
• The first time he underwent his heat cycle around you, you knew something was definitely different... yet you couldn't place what.
• "Kars, I have to get ready for wooork..." you whined softly, squirming in his hold under the covers.
• Normally, when you woke up he would already have left to do some work of his own or you two would exchange some loving words and kisses for a brief moment before getting up to start the day.
• But this morning you were pleasantly surprised to wake up to him clinging to you, humming and peppering your face and shoulders with soft kisses.
• You honestly didn't want to ruin such a moment, most especially when it was such a sweet cuddly moment with Kars, but you had been laying here with him for over an hour and you really had to go or else you'd be late!
• The Pillarman only held you tighter in his arms, curling around you almost protectively and nuzzling into your neck; your protests and pushing were helpless against him.
• "Hmmm, no need." He hummed, a tendril of curly violet hair tickled your nose as he snuggled you in his vice-like embrace. "I already called in for you, dear one."
• Needless to say, he wasn't letting you go anywhere anytime soon.
• Another thing; Kars wasn't a man to beg (for anything at all really) most especially attention.
• From ANYONE.
• Usually, he was the one laying back with a smirk; lavishing in any and all of your pleas to have him hold YOU and him give YOU attention.
• He just found it absolutely delicious when someone became needy over him; being not only a gorgeous man but a ruler and Ultimate lifeform as well; your pleas for his touch only fed his ego.
• However, when Kars was in heat, he almost became a completely different person.
• "Kars, please, I just need to get these dishes done first..." you sighed, trying to focus as you were elbow deep in dishware and suds.
• The gargantuan Pillarman clinging to your back and nuzzling you did nothing to help as you tried to complete the task.
• "Oh come now, please? Please, can we snuggle on the couch? I'll put on your favourite show~" he whined, the vibrations of his chest sent trembles down your spine as he begged.
• "After dishes," You told him, trying to be firm but crumbling. "Pleeeeease, beloved one? I haven't seen you all day, my sunshine, and I've missed you so~ We can finish them later, together~" Kars hummed, digging his nose deeper into your neck.
• You were honesty starting to fear he had been replaced with an imposter of some kind.
• KARS SUS
• It becomes obvious to him that you're not understanding what'sgoing on and it's not long after when Kars follows his natural urges and gets to building a suitable nest.
• If you didn't understand his madness before, he fully intended to make you with this.
• You come Home from work one afternoon to find the Livingroom essentially turned into one giant blanket fort; pillows laid strewn about across the cushioned floor.
• The most notable thing about it all was the Pillarmen laying in the midst of all of it... in all his glory.
• "Come and join me, dearest~" he purred, gazing at you through hungry crimson eyes as you stood there gawking in the doorway. "I've been waiting~"
• Even though you still don't understand, this time you find you can't refuse him. Definitely not while he's licking his lips like that...
• You'll have to call in to work again tomorrow ;)
Esidisi:
• When Esidisi undergoes one of his heat cycles, it's best described that he becomes a hot mess.
• Even more of a hot mess than usual that is...
• The man was already a very emotional person but somehow, he became even more emotional when in heat.
• You started to suspect something was wrong with him when you came downstairs one morning only to be immediately met with a spine cracking embrace and a flood of tears.
• He was going on a sobbing rant about how he was so happy to spend his mornings with you, his Mate, and that you were wonderful in every way and the very light of his life.
• Normally, he only got this emotional when watching Cat videos.
• You also couldn't help but notice that he's burning even hotter than his usual warmth.
• Normally, he just felt like one big muscular electric blanket; radiating a comfortable warmth. But now he felt something akin to the scalding blast of heat that hits you in the face when opening the door to an oven.
• You practically had to wear oven mitts to lay hands on him now.
• You couldn't shake the feeling something was definitely off about him when he started leaving you little gifts lying around.
• The things he left ranged from clothing to food to trinkets and just general things you liked; all for you!
• Not to mention the fact he was being extra sweet, going out of his way to give you lots of kisses and loving, and even cooking you more meals and doing all of the chores.
• You appreciated the sentiment of it all but really, you were quite puzzled as to why he was putting so much investment in you. It wasn't a Holiday or your Birthday or anything...
• Little did you know you were also puzzling him.
• You were supposed to be taking interest in him!
• In his eyes, he was dropping obvious hints to his cycle; he took your confusion and lack of response to all of his offerings as somewhat of a rejectment and that actually hurt him enough to make him cry a little...
• He decides then that there's only one more thing he can do... he'll put together a most excellent nest for you! The best nest you'd ever seen!
• "Esidisi?" "Hmm?" He turned to look at you, doe-eyed, arms suspended in the air as he laid out another blanket on top of the growing pile.
• You were Home from work early and he still had much work to do yet!
• "What are you doing?" You questioned with a raised eyebrow. Not only was he rearranging your whole room, he had covered the entire space with blankets and pillows.
• He had even gone so far as to thoroughly douse the area in the perfume/cologne you always wore.
• "I'm making us a nest." He says, almost matter of factly. When you ask him why he's doing that, it floors him.
• Did you seriously not understand?! This entire time?!
• After he sits you down and explains himself, everything clicks with you and you actually feel terrible for not understanding sooner.
• You didn't realize his kind underwent natural cycles like this...
• You ask him if you can finish building the nest together, if this had to be done you wanted to help and have it be done right.
• His heart absolutely soars at your offer, making him teary eyed as he nods eagerly.
• However, you barely get the chance to finish it before you're both putting it to good use ;)
Wamuu:
• Throughout his many years living, Wamuu had always viewed his heat cycle as more of a distraction than anything; even though it was a completely natural phenomenon for the Pillarmen race.
• He had much difficulty focusing on training or fighting at all when it happened, making him feel quite useless.
• He always felt too mushy and needy during this time; things he viewed as shameful to see in him when he was supposed to be presenting himself to peers and enemies as a powerful foe.
• When heat struck, the Pillarman would simply hole himself up in his chamber, enduring the entirety of the cycle alone until it was over and done with.
• Eventually, when it passed and he was feeling his normal self he could go out again.
• However... things had changed now that you, his Mate, were thrown into the equation.
• You definitely knew something was different about him when it all started.
• On the norm, Wamuu was strong and he was a man to stand his ground as any proud, battle-hardened Warrior should.
• But when his heat struck... Wamuu became quite flighty.
• It seemed like the littlest of things would have him fleeing from the room; often in a blushing mess.
• He couldn't even sit through a simple kissing scene in a movie you two had been watching the other night.
• "Wamuu, what--" You blinked owlishly as a HUGE bouquet of red roses was pushed into your arms suddenly. It was as if he had picked you an entire field of them!
• "Flowers for you!" He said quickly, practically yelling, before taking off; out of the room and up the stairs. You couldn't see the flaming red in his face from over the massive bundle of flowers he had dumped on you.
• You couldn't help but realize he had a hard time to look you in the eye anymore. In fact, he seemed to break into a sweat if you even did something as little as touch him.
• You were seriously starting to worry that something was wrong with him.
• He on the other hand wasn't sure whether you wanted him or not during his heat and he was scared to act on his primal impulses.
• Usually, he liked to spend his free time with you watching TV or helping you around the household but he was spending more time upstairs, away from you; specifically in the spare room.
• You also took notice that there were a lot of blankets and pillows around the house missing but you didn't really focus on that as you were more worried about Wamuu and his strange behavior.
• After a few days of this, you decided to confront him.
• However, he got to you first; coming downstairs and sheepishly taking your hand, asking you to follow him.
• Wamuu had given into his primal instincts and had spent the last few days perfecting a nest for you both up in the spare room.
• You thought it was an impressive feat; he had turned the entire room into one big cushy and comfy heaven... but you didn't really understand why he had done this.
• Wamuu's eyes go huge when you ask him why. Did... Did Humans do such things for their Mates?
• HAD HE BEEN GOING ABOUT THIS ALL WRONG?!
• Poor Wamuu has to sit down and explain it all to you; his off behavior, most importantly the matter of you, the meaning of creating a nest and the cyles of his race behind it all...
• To his relief; you're very understanding and, even more to his relief, intrigued.
• Needless to say however, you and Wamuu don't leave the nest for a good little while afterward ;)
Santana:
• Much like Wamuu, Santana had often spent his years enduring his heat cycles in isolation.
• Nobody would see hide or hair of Santana from before it happened until the very end.
• The day before it struck he would simply pack up and leave to God-knows-where and stay there; sometimes he wouldn't even tell the others he was leaving.
• That being said; nobody (not even the other Pillarmen) knew what exactly Santana was like during the time of his heat cycle.
• Until you came along that was.
• You were Santana's Mate; the only proper reason for him to stay put when undergoing his heat.
• You'll begin to notice subtle changes, like the fact that Santana seems just a little more alert; attentive even.
• He brings you things before you even know that you want them; like snacks when you're starting to feel hungry or the cup of coffee you enjoy at noon.
• Somehow, he just seems to know.
• You'll also notice his fascination with your clothes or specifically the scent you leave on them.
• "Are you cold, Santana?" You question with a frown. Not only was he wearing your favorite hoodie, he was also wearing the baggy old T-Shirt you wore yesterday.
• Which was strange, as you knew Santana didn't really like clothing aside from the loincloth he wore.
• They were almost comically small on him, despite them being big clothes for you.
• He hummed, burying his face in the baggy neck of the hoodie; he felt as if he was surrounded by a Heavanly warm cloud of just you. "Hmmm, no."
• Surprisngly, it doesn't take long into the cycle for him to start constructing a nest.
• He takes things from all over the house; blankets, pillows, cushions, any stuffed animals or huggable plushies you have lying about, etc.
• Even if you happen to be sitting on them the moment he wants to add them to the growing pile upstairs, he just walks up and wordlessly takes them and then squirrels them away.
• If you happen to confront him on it, don't expect him to give you a detailed answer.
• "Santana, why are you taking the couch cushions?" "Because." "Because why?" "Because I have need of them." "Ok. Why do you need them?" "Because." "Because...?" "Just because." "Just because?" "Yes."
• Once his nest is all made up and deemed fit for you he goes looking for you.
• If you happen to be busy doing anything in the moment where he finds you, too bad.
• He just simply walks up and picks you up, squirreling you away to the nest like everything else as you were the most important thing to go in it.
• The explanation of everything can come later, much MUCH later; now was the time for action ;)
