I do not write adult content; I think it is important to point that out right away. My works have a maximum rating of 16+.
I also do not write about incest, pedophilia, or anything of that nature.
I accept writing requests, provided they do not violate the points mentioned above, and I truly appreciate your understanding.
Requests for yandere or fluffy content are very welcome (everything needs a balance, right?)
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Replies may take some time due to that dreaded thing called "personal life."
The fandoms listed above are the ones I’m most engaged with right now; consequently, requests for them are likely to be completed faster, thanks to my motivation.
Fandoms I'm part of, but less intensely these days:
Twisted Wonderland
Creepypasta
Monster High
Jujutsu Kaisen
Demon Slayer
Winx
FNAF
One Piece
Haikyuu!
These are fandoms I have less contact with compared to the previous ones, and requests related to them may take longer (if I end up doing them). Their order roughly reflects my current level of interest in each, from highest to lowest.
This post will be updated as the profile is built to improve organization—such as by adding lists specific to each fandom. You can also navigate using the tags, so keep an eye out for them.
Long-form fanfics are published on Quotev (@/unicloverr) and Wattpad (@/UniCloverr).
I just finished ur hiori fic and it was so so good!! would u maybe be open to writing a scenario where the reader becomes just as obsessed with him? Like he checks on reader’s profile and sees it changed from ‘in love’ to ‘obsessed’. If not it’s alright!! Your writing is so amazing please take care!
A/N: Thank you for your kindness; I'm glad you liked it! Take care, too <3
Now, your request made me let out a little evil laugh. I hope you like it! 💖
°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo is never caught off guard; after all, he has the system guiding him in every decision—in every minute detail that would go unnoticed by ordinary people.
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In which Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo checks your profile in the system and finds your crystal in a different color: red. You are obsessed with him, and as much as it shocks him, he loves every second of it.
Warnings: gender-neutral reader; stalker reader; emotional manipulation; yandere behavior (on both sides); you two are red flags (but Hiori is more of one); both the reader and Hiori are of legal age (final year of high school); slightly suggestive, but without adult content; Hiori likes your neck; toxic and controlling relationship; his first name is Yo, but I’m going to refer to him as Hiori in the narrative; it was written as a direct sequel to the events of "I Know What You Want."
Word count: 1220.
Part 1
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo would be incredulous, because he had already given up on the idea of you becoming as obsessed with him as he is with you. After all, you’re such an adorable thing, there was no way you’d develop that kind of feeling.
He was wrong, and that actually excites him more than when he tried to make you feel that way about him, because, let’s face it, it happened naturally, without any planning.
But could anyone blame you? You hardly received any attention before Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo arrived, and now he treats you as if you were the only reason he breathes—and you are, but you don't need to know that right now. He took you in, supported you, and made such an effort to get to know you that sometimes you wondered if he knew you better than you knew yourself.
Congratulations, you made Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo scream into his pillow in the middle of the night!
And good luck, you're going to need it.
There was something strange about your boyfriend.
It might have been hypocritical, given the unhealthy attachment you’d developed for him over the months, but this felt different. The way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the things he said—the way you’d catch him trying to hide a lovesick sigh whenever he watched you doing something, thinking you didn't notice the look of adoration on his face.
Maybe he’d just woken up feeling more affectionate than usual.
"Did something happen?" you asked, pausing as you arranged folded clothes inside the wardrobe.
His cool hand wrapped around your wrist, his grip a little firmer than usual, making you stop mid-motion. You raised an eyebrow and were about to say something, but he spoke first.
"Sweetheart, how much do you love me?"
Hiori had to suppress a smile as he watched your confused expression melt into something nameless—something so intense it made his heart feel like it was about to burst from his chest. It wasn't the adorable look you usually gave him, followed by an "I love you so much"; it was an internal shift that made you hesitate to use your usual words, knowing they could never be enough to express the adoration you were trying so hard to hide.
His eyes followed the way you subtly pressed your lips into a thin line and looked away. Only for you to be forced to look at Hiori when he grabbed your cheeks.
"Answer me, sweetheart." He narrowed his eyes. "It’s a simple question."
"I…"
He tried to ignore his racing pulse when he saw the crystal glowing more intensely the harder he dug his fingers into your face, as if he wanted to tear your skin right off. But he couldn't ignore the smile tugging at his lips when he felt your face heating up.
You were no longer seeing the red flags, because you had become one.
"I love you more than anything."
He knows.
There is something strangely fascinating about knowing that you are now obsessed with him. Let’s be honest: you might be one of the smartest people Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo knows, but you aren't as devious as he is. And Hiori can’t help but be amused by it, seeing how your sleep schedule has suffered because you can’t stop thinking about him.
How your desires, more often than not, revolve around him.
How everything you do for him now, even just a reply, is charged with that heavy intensity that used to be his alone in the relationship.
That’s how he ended up devouring this whole new kind of attention, as if he hadn’t had any contact with anyone for years. Remember how he used to hold back so he wouldn't look desperate? He tosses all self-control out the window the moment he sees that obsessive glint in your eyes.
Now you two are a perfect match! Isn't it romantic?
It’s so satisfying to see you getting bothered by the same things that used to bother only him. To see you get nervous when he talks to anyone else, afraid he’ll leave you all alone once he realizes you aren't actually all that special.
But you are everything; Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo makes sure to drill that into that little head of yours—which is packed with game development info, and now, finally, with thoughts of him, too.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo feels incredibly proud when he sees you following him all the way home. Of course, he pretends not to notice you, after all, it would be a bit embarrassing for your boyfriend to catch you trailing him on your days off. But try to be a little more creative, sweetheart; he’s done this before, you know?
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo ups the ante; now that you’re obsessed with him, he no longer needs to hold back certain behaviors. He becomes inseparable from you, so close that not even a saw could come between you. Those once-gentle kisses turn aggressive, and you always end up with a few bruises and scratches—he loves leaving you disheveled, especially when you cry.
Honestly, you couldn't even bring yourself to mind.
After all, Hiori made a point of showing you every side of himself because he trusted you, right? He always asked for permission, too, and only proceeded once you gave the go-ahead, and it was hard not to say yes when you saw those eyes shining at you.
The price to pay sometimes meant rolling up your sleeves and seeing the marks left by his fingernails. Marks that stung slightly when you ran your hand over them. Or noticing scratches in places you hadn't even realized were marked when you stepped into a hot shower.
Especially on your neck.
Hiori loved your neck and treated it like a stress-relief toy.
Maybe at the start of the relationship, it would have scared you. But now? You just gave as good as you got.
Needless to say, your classmates found this dynamic strange. Hiori was always so gentle and tender with you, and you were always so attentive to him… why on earth did it look like you’d gotten into a fight?
Feeling a bit embarrassed, you tell Hiori that you two should wear clothes that cover more skin; Hiori gives a sweet smile as he says "no".
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo pushes every possible button, dissecting you within this obsession until you can no longer bear the thought of living without him. He’s the best person to have by your side, you know? He takes such pride in everything you do, especially the odd things, like filling the back of your closet with photos of him that you really shouldn't have.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo sets up a little corner in his wardrobe just like yours, featuring photos of you, so that you two match—even though you don't know about it.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo encourages any toxic traits you might be developing, even through terrible means. Oh, don't even think about mentioning therapy, he disapproves. After all, you don't need anyone but him, and he convinces you of that.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo doesn't seek help, and neither do you!
The relationship now consists of two people dragging each other deeper and deeper into the abyss.
OMG I DIDNT KNOW U WROTE ABOUT BLUE LOCK AAA THATS SO EXCITING!! I know ur busy BUT do u perchance have any plans in publishing a blue lock fic?😳😳😳😳 LOVE UR WORK BTW!!!!
Thank you so much, sweetie! 💗 I'm so happy about that, and… YESSSSS, I LOVE BLUE LOCK!! (/▽＼*)｡o○♡
Okay, so it's kind of funny that I've never mentioned this, but I've been following the manga for about three years now... I just never got around to writing anything about it 🥀
Now, regarding the fanfic, believe me, I almost published one in the middle of this month (on Quotev), but for now, I'm settling for stockpiling random scenes. However, I’m waiting for the following points in the story to be revealed:
What happened to Sae after he went to Spain;
Bunny’s past and personality (in more detail);
Who the other members of NGW11 are.
I have the plot, the protagonist's personality, and the type of dynamic she’ll have with other characters whose backstories have already been revealed (Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Don Lorenzo, Vivian Hugo, among others), among other things.
I’m not sure if it was obvious from the list above, but I want to write about the international characters and, maybe, one or two Blue Lock characters (though I think that’s unlikely). Look, as much as I want to talk a lot about it, I also want to keep it a surprise, even if it’s not a huge deal, buuuut…
Here’s a sneak peek of the fanfic title design, I’m so eager that I’ve already done a ton of stuff, but I need to pace myself 😭
Until all of that is revealed, I’ll content myself with writing a ton of headcanons and oneshots here on Tumblr lol
°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Your new classmate is so strange. He always knows when you need something, as if something were alerting him to exactly what to do to please you.
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In which Yandere! Hiori Yo wakes up one day to find game interfaces appearing before him, and he uses them to win you over—albeit through questionable means. But that’s okay, right? You find him kind of cute.
Warnings: gender-neutral reader; stalker Hiori (act surprised, everyone); emotional manipulation; yandere behavior (in case the Yandere! Hiori Yo in the synopsis wasn't enough); both the reader and Hiori are of legal age (final year of high school); he wants to see your brain; slightly suggestive, but without adult content; toxic and controlling relationship; his first name is Yo, but I’m going to refer to him as Hiori in the narrative.
Word count: 3346.
Part 2
Hiori Yo didn't usually care much about what was happening around him, more concerned with getting home and leveling up in his games than with forging connections with people. Staying in his room, in front of a screen, was much easier.
Hiori Yo visits a local café one day and spots you at a table, typing rapidly on your laptop. A quick glance reveals that you are programming a visual novel.
Hiori Yo feels his curiosity piqued when he realizes you are his age and attend the high school next to his.
Hiori Yo starts leaving the house more often just to see you at that table, programming your romance game. But unfortunately, this change in routine lasts only two weeks, because one day, you stop showing up.
Hiori Yo takes advantage of knowing your school and its location to see you again. It is simply to ensure you are okay; do not expect any interaction—after all, he doesn't want you to know.
Hiori Yo wonders to himself if what he is doing is wrong, but he brushes aside that heavy feeling, telling himself he isn't hurting anyone.
Hiori Yo can’t help but notice how different you are outside the café. Your posture is hunched; people walk past you as if you were a mere shadow. A girl accidentally bumps into you and doesn’t even apologize, getting pulled along by her friend instead. You stumble on the sidewalk and nearly fall. The blazer tied around your waist slips, and you trip once more.
Hiori Yo almost laughs.
Hiori made sure to move with slow, silent steps, occasionally hearing the sound of a leaf crunching underfoot. He wore a black cap, sunglasses, and a mask he had found at the back of a drawer, one that, unfortunately, was irritating a pimple on his chin.
Meanwhile, you were trying to balance your stuffed bag, the blazer that kept slipping down, and a shoelace that had come undone; you looked like a penguin on dry land. Hiori watched as you sat on a nearby park bench to tie your sneakers, adjust your bag’s strap, and drape your blazer over your shoulders like a cape instead of tying it around your waist.
Hiori found you so adorable that he couldn't help but take a picture.
You weren't at your best—far from it, actually—but you seemed more human, less like that repetitive figure he saw at the café. And he should have stopped there, he swears, but you looked so photogenic when beams of late-afternoon sunlight enveloped you along the way, making him focus his phone’s camera on you once more. It was as if you were bathed in gold, and it made him hold his breath for a moment.
Click.
He immortalized you twice in his phone’s gallery, and twice more when he printed the photos at home.
Hiori Yo, who, upon seeing a shooting star through the window that night, decides, just for a laugh, to make a wish: that his life be like a game.
Hiori Yo wakes up the next day to a glowing blue interface in front of him, asking him to register his name in the system. The screen not only floated but was also translucent, and it would display small glitches if he touched an area that wasn't a button.
Hiori Yo realizes that the shooting star has granted his wish and that he now has an entire system at his fingertips. He can monitor heart rates, vitamin levels, school grades that teachers have recorded but not yet posted, and the addresses of every citizen in Kyoto—along with a vast array of other information he didn't have time to explore, lest he be late for school.
Hiori Yo takes the opportunity—right in the middle of class, while the others are distracted by their own conversations—to poke around in the places he hadn't managed to explore yet. Oh, and his eyes, once dull, light up with interest when he spots a camera icon.
Hiori Yo realizes he can access the phone's gallery through that screen. Random screenshots he’d never actually use, payment receipts, that game he’d found interesting in a shop window but hadn't had the money to buy yet… and you.
Hiori’s fingers waver before hesitantly tapping the icon of the photo where the sun’s rays bathed you on the way home. You looked so silly with that blazer draped over your shoulders, and Hiori couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if, instead, it were his gakuran enveloping you. If, rather than worrying about that heavy bag, he were the one holding it in one hand while the other pulled you closer.
What were you like up close?
How did you speak?
How did you smile?
How did you cry?
In any case, those questions fell silent as soon as he saw the magnifying glass icon in the corner of the photo. Shrugging, Hiori clicked on it.
Hiori Yo freezes completely when he discovers he can pull up the data of everyone he has a photo of, meaning he has your information. After that, he clicks every possible button, falling down a rabbit hole that reveals everything from basic details to secrets you never wanted anyone to know.
Now what? Hiori Yo knows everything.
Hiori Yo quickly realizes that he can access his own information too, and that he can change many details about himself: place of residence, eye color, hair color, height, his room —as if he were inside The Sims, with a screen that let him add or remove walls whenever he wanted. He himself had become customizable. But you know what? The detail that stood out the most was the option to change schools.
After all, you were feeling lonely, weren't you?
And wow, that system was great!
As soon as Hiori transferred from his school to yours, his parents didn't even bat an eye, as if they’d been completely brainwashed—which was actually the case. He took the same route he used to take when stalking you after class; the only difference was that now he was heading there as a student.
The gates were different, as were the faces, the bike racks, and, of course, you. He kept a safe distance when he saw you pass through the gates, but he dared to get a little closer, close enough to notice your book nearly slipping out of your bag.
He was so used to blending into the shadows that all eyes were on him only when he introduced himself to the class at the teacher's request. Cyan hair matching his eyes, delicate features, tall and, above all, a nerd. He didn't even try to hide it; his bag was covered in keychains and pins from various game franchises.
He walked calmly to the back of the room and sat at the only empty desk behind you, right by the window. As he passed by, your eyes widened at the fresh, floral scent, and you almost asked for the name of the perfume. But it would have been really strange to ask a guy who had just arrived, and the teacher was already filling the board.
Taking a deep breath, you tried to refocus, only to hear a faint spritzing sound behind you. You glanced discreetly over your shoulder and caught your new classmate spraying more of that same perfume you had smelled.
Now you had the name of the perfume!
Hiori Yo finds it amusing when the system notifies him that you like his perfume, and he takes advantage of the situation. Now, he applies twice as much before heading to school, knowing you get flustered whenever he sits behind you.
Hiori Yo discovers, via the system, where you are publishing your visual novel. A week later, he sees that you’ve added a character who looks just like him; he finds it so entertaining that he can’t stop smiling as he stares at the screen.
Yandere! Hiori Yo, who becomes obsessed with knowing everything you want and tries to make the most of that.
You wonder if you’ve ended up on a hidden-camera prank show.
At first, when Hiori Yo was introduced to the class, you saw him as nothing more than a pretty face. Someone who wore great perfume. A nerd like you—only he didn't hide his interests the way you did. In short, a source of inspiration for your dating sim.
He didn't need to know that, though. Plenty of creators base characters on real people, but, aside from the fact that you barely exchanged more than a simple "good morning", he might get the wrong idea if he saw the game's premise.
But seriously, how did he know you so well if you barely talked?!
He guessed your favorite color during a social gathering organized by a teacher. He shared his bento with you, and the food happened to be exactly what you’d been craving the day before. He "accidentally" bought two of your favorite drink from the vending machine and gave you one. He gave you a pen with a pom-pom on the end, the kind you never quite found the time to buy yourself. And whenever you asked how he knew, he’d just say, "I don't know, it just felt right."
Talk about spot-on.
"You should play the lottery or something," you joked, resting your face in your palm.
"I don't think that would work," Hiori dismissed. "I'm not as lucky as I look."
The teacher was absent, so the students used the free time to catch up, play on their phones, or study for upcoming exams. Naturally, Hiori spent the time playing a few rounds on his phone, only to find you peeking at his screen.
"You got two super rare characters in a single ten-pull; how is that not luck?" You huffed. "I wish I had that kind of luck."
He finished leveling up his characters before turning off the screen and setting his phone aside, resting his face in his palm just as you were doing. After long days, you finally seemed more comfortable around him; the crystal floating above your head was glowing a vibrant yellow.
You were in a friendly mood.
Hiori thought he could pull the strings a little more.
“Why? I think you’re quite lucky, [Last Name].” Hiori gave a friendly little smile. “But sometimes you worry so much that you don’t realize it.”
“Realize my luck?”
“Yeah.”
“But Hiori, you don’t understand,” you pouted. “You’re the first person who’s actually spoken to me throughout my entire time in high school!”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” You shivered slightly as you felt Hiori’s index finger tracing the outline of your other hand, which was resting on the desk. “I can take care of you now.”
It was so… intimate.
It wasn’t anything major, yet you felt your heart racing and worried he might notice. But instead of focusing on your reaction, Hiori kept tracing your hand, noting how warm your skin was compared to his.
So full of life.
“Is everything okay?” Hiori gave you a concerned look, suppressing a smile as he watched the crystal above your head slowly change color. “You seem distracted.”
Yandere! Hiori Yo, who discovers a new pastime after that day: teasing you—just enough to watch you struggle to see him as only a friend. It’s always a sight to behold, watching that yellow crystal get bombarded by pink-hued attacks.
Yandere! Hiori Yo, who believes that the harder the chase, the more satisfying it will be when you finally fall for him. Sometimes he can’t even sleep, imagining you standing beneath the cherry blossom tree, confessing your feelings to him.
Yandere! Hiori Yo, who becomes increasingly obsessed with you whenever he remembers that you want to pursue a career in game production after graduation. He already views game producers as geniuses and saviors—but when it comes to you? He wants to crack your skull open and kiss your brain.
Yandere! Hiori Yo, who has a habit of checking up on you in the system whenever he's alone.
Yandere! Hiori Yo, who has to stifle a squeal of delight when he sees your pink crystal.
Damn, finally.
In the midst of it all, you were a poor, lost sheep.
Darling, the moment Hiori realized you liked him, he made sure to shower you with as much attention as possible, without ever seeming desperate. He wasn't a fool; he knew about that annoying neighbor who’d had a crush on you since childhood, or that classmate who got shy whenever you walked by.
In other words, just because you liked him didn't mean those feelings couldn't change. The bottom line: he’s going to try to make you just as obsessed with him as he is with you!
So, he’ll bind you to him with subtle compliments, lingering touches, and by fulfilling the desires you never voice aloud—but which he knows about anyway.
Because Hiori knows exactly what you want.
And you have no idea how he takes advantage of that.
Even the moment he kisses you for the first time is exactly when you wanted it, when you felt the mood shift. And if the moment felt right to you, it did to Hiori, too.
The two of you alone in the classroom, responsible for cleaning up after school hours. A broom here, a cloth there, and an hour later, golden hour rays illuminated the room. They lit you up just like in that photo Hiori took months ago.
And then you finished putting the last desk in place, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you, leaving your body limp and your thoughts a bit hazy with the longing to go home. But more than that, you wanted nothing more than to be in one of those shoujo manga you used to read, because Hiori looked ethereal, the golden light illuminating his cyan hair like a sunset at the beach.
If you could wish for anything in that moment, it would be a kiss from him.
Imagine your surprise when he stopped staring into the void—what was he looking at so intently?—and looked at you. Not just into your eyes, but into your soul, as if he were reading every single one of your thoughts.
And he walked to the back of the room, just like on his first day, with the same scent and calm expression.
But his pupils? They were so dilated that you thought they might consume you.
"[Name]."
Oh, right, you two were on a first-name basis now. It wasn’t a drastic change, but for someone who harbored feelings for him, hearing him say your name like that, while you were longing for his mouth on yours, felt awkward. It made you feel like a terrible friend.
You put the dustpan and broom away in the locker, muttering a "what?" in response to his call. However, the moment the metal door clicked softly shut, you held your breath as a shadow fell over you and a hand pressed against the locker, pinning you in place.
Hiori brought his face close to yours; you saw your life flash before your wide eyes as the reality of the situation hit you full force. Your back was pressed against the locker, his chest nearly touching yours.
"Can I try something?" His other hand tilted your chin up, his breath mingling with yours. "Only if you let me."
As if he didn't already know.
He found it so cute the way you shrank back slightly, hands held close to your chest, without making any move to push him away. A mere, gentle nod from you was all it took for his lips to meet yours.
But Hiori didn't just press in—far from it; he tilted his face just enough for his lips to fit perfectly against yours. The hand resting on the locker behind you wandered to the back of your head, and he used his height to gently press you against the metal surface.
You gasped for air after a moment, sending shivers all over Hiori and causing the hand behind your head to tighten its grip on your hair. But he didn't pull away, not when the two of you fit together so perfectly, like puzzle pieces. Not when the sunlight streaming through the window made everything feel warmer.
"Can I try a few more things?" Hiori’s kisses spread across your face before trailing down from your jawline to your neck. "Please," he pleaded in a low voice.
His hand loosened its hold on your head, allowing you to offer him easier access to your neck. And you did, taking the chance to fill your lungs with air now that he had given you room to breathe—busy as he was showering you with kisses. Soft ones. Lingering on every spot. Exploring exactly what made your body go limp against his.
"Mm," you sighed contentedly, deciding to try something yourself by running a hand through his hair and pulling him closer.
You didn't even know exactly what you were doing, but you didn't want to leave Hiori to do it all on his own. Not that he seemed to mind taking charge of the moment; instead, he welcomed your initiative, encouraging you with a lingering kiss on your collarbone, right over your white shirt.
"I think I need to test this out a bit more…"
That was the instant you felt his fingernails scraping and digging into the back of your neck, hard enough to leave marks. It scared the hell out of you, causing you to instinctively kick him right between the legs.
Only the two of you know just how many apologies you stammered out that afternoon afterward.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo believes that the moment he earned the title of "your boyfriend," he gained the right to control every aspect of you.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo finds himself falling deeper and deeper for you after entering a relationship. The system only exacerbates this unhealthy obsession by handing him all that information on a silver platter. He knows where you are, what you’re thinking, and who you’re talking to besides him—it’s rare, but he feels thorns growing in his throat every single time.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo becomes an expert on you and feels a perverse pleasure in knowing he understands you better than anyone else in your life. And since he’s the only one who knows you so well, why do you still insist on saying you want to meet other people? Are you stupid? Just look at him!
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo, who didn't hold you quite so gently after you mentioned going to that neighbor's birthday party. Hiori’s arms felt like iron chains, and at no point did he let you see his blank expression.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo, who used the system to change the addresses of people trying to get close to you, sending them off to distant cities. Whenever that happened, he’d pull you into "spontaneous celebrations", which amounted to him showing up at your house with a cake from the very same café where he’d first met you.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo supports you when you talk about making games, and he finds it endearing how you shyly look away when mentioning that you created a character inspired by him. You are so happy about his support that you throw yourself into his arms, unaware that he already knew all of this before you even met him for the first time.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo realizes you’ll never reach the same level of obsession that he has. The absurd number of photos of you, the possessive grip on your shoulders whenever he drapes his gakuran over you—just as he’d always wanted—, and the constant monitoring of what you’re doing.
Yandere boyfriend! Hiori Yo loves projecting the image of the perfect boyfriend, all while knowing he is the worst kind of person to have caught the attention of.
He isn’t just the new classmate who became your boyfriend; he is a sadist who is devouring your freedom without you even realizing it.
A/N: Goodness, I almost died writing the kiss! I hope it didn't turn out too badly 🥀 (but the reader kicking Hiori was intentional for the sake of the break lmaoo)
I Love your yandere Bunny iglesias with the whole Alice in Wonderland aspect!!!! It’s so good!! I love your writing style. Have you ever heard of the game Alice: Madness Returns? It’s like an action-horror game based off Alice in Wonderland where the Alice you play is going through trauma and using Wonderland sort of as a way to understand the horrors that she went through. The fic gave me a thought like what if reader acted like Alice in the game, would Bunny be as interested in her, less or more?
Thanks for your kindness, sweetie!! 💖
So, getting to your question: I’d heard of the game but didn’t know much about it beyond what you told me, so I did a little more research, and used that as an excuse to watch my favorite streamer play it lol
(I haven't watched everything yet, but I hope it's coherent! 🫶)
But after getting more details, I can say it would be very interesting.
I believe White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias would be more interested in the long run, rather than falling for her as quickly as he did in "Rabbit Hole". What initially drew him to the reader was the fact that she was his opposite, the warmth of a home he never had.
If the reader had a darker, more defensive personality—like Alice Liddell—Bunny would have a rough time and harbor a great deal of resentment at first. He was already in a bad mood about being forced to keep her in his home; having her act against him on top of that? You can bet it would irritate him to the core and nearly shatter his composure (though you’d still see that signature polite smile wavering at the edges).
I gave it some thought, and here are a few points that would change:
At the start of "Rabbit Hole," White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias is completely focused on the painting of the Reader smiling gently. He feels haunted by it once she moves in with him, since she wears that same smile almost constantly, completely unaware that she’s only there because of him.
An Alice Liddell! Reader would throw him for a loop, because there’s no way she could be the same person from the painting. In the portrait, she looked peaceful, but in reality—when she spots him in the middle of the room and, worse yet, when he tries to touch her—she lashes out. The White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias would return to Wonderland sporting some nasty bruises.
And then, he’d botch the potion, not just because the absurd delay had made him nervous, but because he’d just taken the first beating of his life and his head was spinning. The White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias would be even more behind schedule than in the original version, because there was no way he could show up before the Queen of Hearts looking like he’d been tossed into three bar fights in a row.
Instead of bringing warmth into his home, her presence, distant and cold, would be like a fierce blizzard confined within walls. It would take time for her to start leaving her room, and in truth, when that did happen, White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias couldn't help but view it as a nuisance. Beyond the added expense, the lodger would be like a hateful ghost.
He had hoped she would regain her memories and leave his house as soon as possible… until he began to catch glimpses of her true personality. Of course, there were obviously traumas hidden beneath that cold exterior, but White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias had never heard screams as desperate as the ones on the night she dreamed of something from the real world. The way she had clutched her sheets as if they were a lifeline, needing to sit in silence for hours before she could pull herself together.
After that nightmare—or rather, the memory that had resurfaced—she would avoid the room with the fireplace as much as she could.
After that, even though he didn't particularly like the reader, White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias wouldn't bring the subject up again, unwilling to deal with whatever issues she might have. Without realizing it, this attitude of his would make reader respect him a little more, and her sarcastic retorts would decrease—though they wouldn't disappear entirely, of course.
Only after a long time would she feel comfortable enough to wander around the house, relax on the sofa, or use the kitchen. When that happens and White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias begins to see her wandering through the once-empty rooms, he starts, unconsciously, to get used to her presence.
And this is where the danger lies: growing accustomed to the reader after harboring anger for so long is like dismantling him using the very words he had inwardly hurled at her. He is composed enough not to have let that resentment show before, always masking it with a faint smile and those same unreadable eyes. So, as he silently feels all those dark thoughts crashing down on him one by one, he begins to spiral internally, because what on Wonderland is happening to him?
Memories come flooding back, nightmares intensify, and the reader lays her traumas bare to White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias—and damn, it wasn't his business. It wasn't his burden to shoulder; he wasn't meant to be weighed down by her baggage. He tells himself a thousand reasons why he shouldn't care, yet that doesn't stop him from wiping away her tears with his gloved fingers.
He finds himself drawn to just how broken she is—much like him.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias isn't attracted to the reader because she is his opposite, but because she is a mirror. Yet, unable to fix his own shattered inner self, he feels a compulsion to piece her back together. You could say he develops a sort of "savior complex," but a twisted one: the moment she starts to heal, he rejects any desire for her to venture out into the world again.
Someone who manages to go on living even after a trauma like that is resilient. Someone who doesn't need him. The moment she realizes that, she’ll leave him… Yandere! Bunny Iglesias didn't even want to think about it.
She had put him through everything, from leaving him limping in pain for a week to waking him up in the middle of the night due to nightmares, only to slip out of his reach right after? You can be sure that wasn't the plan.
Unlike the reader in "Rabbit Hole," this one wouldn't be manipulated by the memory-loss potion; after all, her remembering her past gave Yandere! Bunny Iglesias more strings to pull.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias would get frustrated much more easily with this reader, because she’s smart and keeps her guard up, even after giving him a chance. So, it’s not easy to manipulate her or keep her confined for long. Even if he tried to physically restrain her, he knows she’s more than capable of smashing a vase over his head and stabbing him—it’s a hassle, yet it also makes him even more obsessed with her.
And that’s where he’d be worse off than in "Rabbit Hole", because the reader there wasn’t a threat to him, but this one? It’s like trying to tame the Jabberwock with a wooden shield.
In short: he would be more interested, but that interest would develop waaaay more slowly.
I hope I didn't ramble too much; it's just that the concept you brought up genuinely interested me, so I went into a lot of detail! 😽💗
˚.🎀༘⋆Yandere! Bunny Iglesias was only supposed to act like the good old White Rabbit guiding spirited people to Wonderland. After that, he’d go his own way.
Or so it was meant to be, until he became obsessed with you.
Warnings: female reader; typical yandere behavior (you know what I'm talking about); slightly suggestive, but no adult content (I can't write that stuff 🫶); some murders; questionable use of blood; Bunny thinks his delusion is the solution (someone should tell him, lol); jokes about death; Bunny wants to die but would rather kill someone else; probably OOC.
Word count: 2515.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias always performed the role of the White Rabbit with excellence, never failing to meet deadlines, accompanied by his trusty pocket watch.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias who frightens the other residents of Wonderland with his large, lifeless red eyes. His ever-present smile and rabbit ears do nothing to diminish his intimidating appearance, especially given the scar on his face.
When White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias is assigned the mission to fetch you from the real world, he jokes that he’d rather die than retrieve another stupid human. His queen didn't find the comment funny and nearly had his head cut off—prompting yet another self-deprecating remark.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias had expected picking you up to be an easy task, but ended up with a headache when—because of you—he was late finishing work for the first time.
A real nuisance, seriously.
His red eyes roamed the room, taking in the details: the expensive furniture, the silk sheets, the vanity table cluttered with jewelry and perfumes. It all screamed wealth. He took cautious steps, noticing the large portrait hanging above the headboard... a painting of you. You were smiling gently in the painting, your eyes holding a lively spark he had rarely seen in his lifetime; you seemed to watch him rummage through your room without a hint of judgment, wearing only that same soft expression captured in paint.
Bunny rifled through your belongings without a shred of shame, seeing as you were taking so long anyway. Letters from suitors in the drawers; a candle on the dresser; a solitary cactus by the window; a patched-up stuffed rabbit. There were so many oddities that he wondered if he’d stumbled into the Mad Hatter’s house.
However, he began to grow impatient as night fell, plunging the room into total darkness. Not that the dark was an issue—he had night vision, after all. The problem was that the extra time the Queen of Hearts had granted him was running out, because, for the first time in ages, something had gone off-script.
It was strange, though; the intel he’d been given stated that you spent most of your time in your room and hardly ever left.
Under any other circumstances, he’d risk going after you, without all that waiting around, but he’s received almost no information about you other than the fact that you spend hours in your room.
And that you like strawberry sweets—what a damn useless piece of information; he doesn't need that to pull you out of the real world.
But that wasn't the worst of it; the worst part was that he had wasted all those hours getting distracted, constantly glancing back at the gentle smile in that portrait. A smile that made him want to kill himself with his own hands. That made him scratch at the scar on his face—a scar that, were it not for the white gloves preventing his fingernails from making contact, would be raw and bleeding by now.
And his peaceful gaze in the painting remained, as if he didn't see the white rabbit pacing back and forth, completely distraught. But one could only notice this by looking closely, because his expression stayed the same, with that sad little smile and lifeless eyes.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias is left incredulous when you enter the room, having just been scolded by a maid who was waiting outside. Apparently, you had fallen asleep in the bath for all those hours.
You get the biggest scare of your life when you see a pair of red eyes staring at you from the middle of the room. Your first instinct is to scream, but a heavy hand immediately covers your mouth.
You couldn't make out the face, but it looked like a beast with those red eyes. Even in the dark, you could tell the creature was tall. Very tall. A wall that judged you by your ragged breathing and desperate gaze.
However, the firm grip wasn't enough to hurt, just enough to keep you immobile in place, pressed against the door as you listened to your maid's footsteps walking away.
"We're late." The calm but clearly irritated voice made you tremble from head to toe. "What now?"
Late...?
"[Name] [Last Name], 20 years old, daughter of the viscount…" After that, you hear your entire personal dossier recited, "…usually stays in her room, eating strawberry sweets. Tell me, that’s you, isn’t it?" He stepped closer, narrowing his red eyes in amusement. "I’m going to have to steal you away for a moment. Don’t make a scene."
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias, who found it amusing to see your frightened expression after so long being tormented by that painting of you smiling gently.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias realizes you’d cause a scene if you were taken while conscious, so he needs to "put you to sleep." It’s nothing he hasn’t done before, and since you looked like you were about to faint from fear anyway, he just sped up the process.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias who slips away with you in the dead of night, leading you down the rabbit hole.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias realizes too late that the sleep potion he gave you was actually a memory-loss potion. Now he has another problem besides running late: the person meant to see the Queen of Hearts has no idea who they even are.
And if it weren't so tragic, the scene would almost be comical: a six-foot-three rabbit-man in a rumpled suit, practically tearing his hair out over a stupid blunder. His cool expression had given way to anger.
The problem wasn't that the queen might want to take his head off right now, but rather that everything was going wrong with a task he performed all the time. Bunny wasn't the type to be clumsy like that.
Bunny was fast, efficient, and methodical.
But now? An anxious rabbit with his ears standing straight up.
Meanwhile, you observed the confusing situation—still seated on the checkered floor—knowing only the name the tall man had muttered under his breath. You kept your distance after that; after all, not remembering things doesn't mean you lose the ability to sense whether someone is in a bad mood.
And the White Rabbit was in a terrible mood.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias took you to the Queen of Hearts' castle, despite the whole situation.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias, who had nearly been beheaded yet again that same day, and was spared only because there wasn't a soul in all of Wonderland capable of handling the work he did.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias, who, just when he thought he was off the hook and wouldn't have to worry about you anymore, heard a "but" from the queen. His mood soured instantly.
A heavy silence fell over the royal hall, and the nobles accompanying the queen watched the scene, hiding the lower halves of their faces behind fans made of playing cards. The woman narrowed her eyes at Bunny, scrutinizing everything from his disheveled hair to the hand tightly gripping the watch.
And then she saw you standing beside him, trembling, your hands held stiffly at your sides.
"For your failure, Iglesias," the Queen of Hearts’ cutting voice echoed through the hall, "you shall be responsible for looking after [Name] from this moment on."
"Pardon?"
"I do not think I need to repeat myself. Your ears are large enough to catch my words, aren't they?"
Bunny clenched his jaw and nodded.
"Of course, Your Majesty."
"Then get out of my sight and go back to the hole you call home."
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias was so pissed off by the situation that he avoided looking at your face, because he would end up remembering every mistake he’d made that day and taking it out on you, once again drawing the queen’s wrath.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias takes you to his home: a giant rabbit burrow where he lives all alone.
For the first few days, you feel guilty for having caused so much trouble, believing the story White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias told about you acting violently and accidentally hitting your head hard. Well, neither you nor anyone else needed to know he’d told a few little lies; after all, it wasn't the first time he’d done that to get out of a tight spot.
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias knew that if he’d also mentioned the mistake with the potion, he likely would have suffered a fate worse than death—and he only wanted death itself, not something worse. In fact, was it even worth it? Having you living with him was starting to become a problem.
The first month passed, and the first thing Bunny encountered when he arrived home was you smiling gently, holding out your hands for him to hand over his heavy coat. No resentment. No bitterness. You didn't remember how he had forcibly brought you to Wonderland.
Worse yet: you were grateful that he had let you stay in his home.
Poor thing, little did you know.
"Welcome back, Mr. Iglesias!" Your eyes sparkled unbearably, a stark contrast to the lifelessness in his own. "I’m glad you made it back safely."
Instead of replying, Bunny curled his lips into a cold smile and ran a gloved hand through his lavender hair.
"You shouldn't be."
For the first time that month, he had actually answered your greeting, and the response couldn't have left you more unsettled. You blinked, furrowed your brow, and let your shoulders slump slightly.
"Why?"
And, of course, he stopped answering; after all, what could he say? That he wanted to kill himself every time he saw you smiling? That you looked like a specter from that painting you kept in the room in the real world? That the Queen of Hearts would pull you out of there the moment you regained your memories?
Bunny refused to acknowledge it until the first half of the month, but the change he felt every time he came home was inevitable. The fireplace was always lit, keeping the room cozy. Your culinary disasters were costing him more money, yet whenever he was alone, memories of those moments would come back and make him chuckle. His old clothes—now yours—included oversized, rabbit-themed sweaters that looked terrible on him but made you look like the most adorable thing in Wonderland.
The lit fireplace crackled in the background, and your heart skipped a beat when, instead of simply handing you the coat, Bunny wrapped it around you and brought his face close to the side of your neck. He gently rubbed the tip of his nose against your skin, sighing as he realized his scent was transferring to you.
"…" His red eyes darkened. "It’s not good for you to say things like that so easily."
White Rabbit! Bunny Iglesias, who unconsciously finds himself sitting closer to you during dinner. Seeking out your touch whenever handing something to you or taking it from your hands.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias, who realizes he’s become too attached to you after three months.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias starts having nightmares where you regain your memories and slip out of his control. So, in an act of desperation, he begins stockpiling more memory-loss potions at the back of the wardrobe and makes quick trips to the real world to retrieve some belongings from your old room.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias feels the breath leave his lungs when he discovers you were engaged, and that your fiancé had already laid hands on you before he even knew you existed.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias, who now hugs you every chance he gets—burying his face in your hair, your neck, or your shoulder—just to leave his mark on you as much as possible; he doesn't care about anything else.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias, who struggles to keep a straight face when, out of the blue, you mention that you’ve started remembering a few things.
"And I thought that… you know." You kept your voice low, watching Bunny’s posture. "I think I want to go home."
When he didn't answer, you continued:
"I’ve only been nothing but trouble for you, anyway."
The kettle whistled, and at that same moment, Bunny turned his face slightly, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. This time, his eyes weren't lifeless; they gleamed with something subtle.
Not happy.
Not sad.
Dangerous.
“Why?” Bunny’s voice remained steady, though a closer look would reveal a slight tremor. “Did I do something, dear?”
“I have a life there.” You clutched your sweater, feeling the room grow cold despite the lit fireplace. “I have a family, I have my responsibilities, I have my fiancé...”
"Is that so?"
He approached slowly, extending an arm and running the tips of his fingers, this time without gloves, along the side of your face. A mocking smile appeared on his lips when he noticed you holding your breath.
"I don't think that matters."
"Mr. Iglesias—"
"It's Bunny for you."
You barely had time to react when his lips brushed against your forehead, then your cheek, your chin, your temple. He pressed a little harder against the corner of your lip, displaying a provocative smile.
"See? You felt it, didn't you?" He lets his posture envelop you completely like a heavy blanket. "Your responsibilities vanishing while you're here with me."
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias, who closes his bedroom door that day and sinks to the floor, the weight of the conversation hitting him hard. He couldn't show his desperation. He couldn't let you realize how much he shuddered inside when you spoke of life in the real world, far from Wonderland.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias, who realizes that if the Queen of Hearts finds out he’s keeping you even after your memories have returned, you’ll be forcibly taken away from him.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias who mixes his own blood into the memory-loss potion so that you forget everyone but him.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias who notices that every time he uses the potion containing his blood, you look at him with greater affection and seek out his touch, surrendering yourself to the monstrous claws of a wolf in rabbit's clothing.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias feels that ominous attachment growing stronger and stronger, and suddenly, the potion alone no longer makes him feel secure. So, he eliminates your family—including your fiancé—one by one in the real world, ensuring you have nowhere left to return to but his arms.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias realizes just how far he’s gone when he sees you welcoming him with a gentle smile, no longer wearing one of his old sweaters, but the thick sweatshirt he wears so often. Everything that was his is yours now, too.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias kisses you until you’re both breathless, torn between the desire to die and to live all at once, all for you. These are some of his favorite moments: feeling your heart pounding just as hard as his, and feeling the warmth of your cheeks as he runs his hand over them.
Yandere! Bunny Iglesias knows he doesn’t deserve anything you give him, but you don’t need to know that.
“Alexis Ness has heard enough times that magic doesn’t exist, but how is that possible when there’s you?”
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Warnings: gender-neutral reader, you’re a fairy!, pure fluff; your existence makes Alexis happy.
Word count: 1383.
Alexis Ness had always been stubborn about certain beliefs, and magic was chief among them. He would seek out its traces in empty parks, looking for elves hiding beneath the slide. He peered into old cups at the back of the cupboard, hoping to find tiny folk inside. He would sneak into the backyard, hoping to find that "fairy dust" his teacher had mentioned earlier in the week while reading from one of the many fairy-tale books she brought to class.
Children are naive, so back then, Alexis wasn't the only one who believed in such things. But a difference began to emerge as the years went by; harsh reality came knocking on his classmates' doors, leaving Alexis alone with an imagination teeming with dragons and mysterious spells. And then, those books about magic vanished, replaced by chalkboards covered in math problems. His eyes stopped searching for elf footprints in the parks. The cups remained at the back of the cupboard, never to be glanced at again.
Alexis couldn't remember the last time he had gone out into the garden.
He wasn't supposed to feel so bad; things change, and so do people, right? Yet, in this internal tug-of-war, Alexis knew he was too attached to those fantasies to simply let them go. This was reflected in the details of his room: in that collection of books about heroes traveling through elven realms; in the "dragon-scale potion"—water mixed with red dye and glitter, sealed with gold wax in a small glass bottle. And, goodness, he kept his wizard hat hidden at the back of his wardrobe, occasionally wearing it in solitude when things felt heavy.
He couldn't talk about magic at home, let alone at school.
But one night, Alexis woke up with an itch in his nose and let out a massive sneeze.
And the sneeze sounded like a desperate scream.
Wait— a desperate scream?!
His eyes snapped open, and it took him a few seconds to process the tiny creature floating above him. Its translucent wings and shimmering skin made him blink a few times.
Twice.
Three times.
Four times.
The fairy hadn't vanished, and Alexis wondered if he should move up his appointment with the psychiatrist. Or if he should trap the poor creature in one of the glass jars he kept. Or if he should scream… no, Alexis needed to stay calm.
But you weren't calm, not at all.
You just needed to help Alexis enter the realm of dreams without being threatened by nightmares or—heaven forbid—killed by bad memories. Because that was a dream fairy's job: to guide the human from birth to death while they slept, ensuring the creatures of the night didn't devour the mortal's soul. If that were to happen, you would die, too.
So you gasped, let out another scream, and fluttered your tiny wings, trying to pull away in time. But mid-flight, something snagged you; a desperate squeak escaped your lips, and tears began to well up in the corners of your eyes.
Meanwhile, Alexis watched with a mix of wonder and curiosity, seeing how perfectly you fit in the palm of his hand. If you were cursing him, he’d never know, not when the only sound escaping your mouth, aside from your screams and whimpers, was the tinkling of bells.
Your little legs stretched out, and he felt the light pressure of your feet tapping against his wrist.
“You…” He swallowed hard. “…you’re a fairy!”
You let out a sharp, tinkling sound.
Oh, that was definitely not a good word.
In the dead of night, he didn’t want to risk waking his family, but he also didn’t want you to disappear. So, in a desperate move, fueled by the fear that this trace of magic might slip through his fingers, Alexis trapped you in a large glass jar along with a packet of strawberry-flavored cookies, hoping you might feed on things like that.
He paused for a moment to admire how your skin seemed to glow a little brighter when you were annoyed; that distraction nearly cost him his chance to keep you, as you flapped your tiny wings to fly out. A lid riddled with air holes sealed off your only exit at the last second, causing you to bang your head against the surface and tumble to the bottom of the jar.
Instead of going back to sleep, Alexis turned on his desk lamp and pulled open the top drawer, taking out a notebook and a pencil case. Settling into his chair, he gazed at your sulking figure as if you were a divine gift.
"I knew you existed," he said proudly. "I'm so glad I never doubted it."
Opening the notebook, Alexis flipped through the pages until he found a blank one, drawing a circle in the center with his mechanical pencil. Quick. Light. He began to sketch. At first, you didn't pay it any mind, too grumpy about having been caught in the middle of your work.
Your friends would never let you hear the end of this!
You let out a few more disgruntled chiming sounds as you wallowed in misery inside that glass prison, watching the young man hum softly. He seemed quite happy, glancing up at you constantly before returning to the paper to scribble something. That back-and-forth movement made you stand up.
You had to take four steps before you could peek at the drawing.
It was you.
The confusion that had clouded your features gave way to fascination, and your sharp tinkling sounds softened until they resembled the wind dancing outside. You pressed your tiny hands against the surface, then your face, listening to Alexis’s amused laughter as he saw you cast your irritation aside.
“Do you think it looks okay?” He held up the notebook so you could see the result. “I know it doesn’t look quite as much like you as I’d like, but I want to have a record of it so I don’t forget you when you leave.”
The trilling sound you made was, without a shadow of a doubt, one of indignation.
“What is it? Did I annoy you again?” Alexis furrowed his brow as he watched you point at the drawing and hop around. “Oh! You like it!”
You huffed, watching as the human enthusiastically went back to working on the drawing, this time with colored pencils.
The weariness that set in at the end of the process made him set his pencil aside, surrendering to the dream world as he rested his head on the still-open notebook. His magenta eyes struggled for a few more seconds, trying to focus one last time on your figure inside the glass jar, before his eyelids closed completely.
You sighed with relief that you had managed to sprinkle magic dust on him earlier; otherwise, the poor soul would have had to face cruel nightmares that night.
It wasn't all that bad, right? You had managed to do your job.
And then, with nothing left to do, you allowed yourself to lie down; perhaps in an attempt to mirror the peaceful human before you, you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Alexis decided to set you free the next morning, admiring how you stretched your transparent wings before taking flight. And then his room fell silent—no sound of bells or the fluttering of fairy wings. No fairy dust. No skin glowing amidst the nervousness. He was left without you.
For someone who had spent his whole life believing in magic, that should have been enough; and truly, Alexis felt that everything became more colorful after meeting you. His breakfast cereal tasted sweeter. A smile wouldn't leave his face. He even put back some "magical" decorations he had stowed away in a box, trying to recapture the magic you had brought during those few hours before you left.
His family said nothing, but he overheard their whispers about his change in behavior, about how he was becoming delusional again.
Just when they thought Alexis was accepting reality, he clung to that nonexistent magic as his only lifeline. And he didn't feel foolish for believing in it this time, because he knew that magic exists.
Because you are always there with your magic, giving him sweet dreams every night .✦ ݁˖
your writing is so good, can you share tips for beginner writers?
Thank you very much!! σ(≧ε≦σ)💗
So, I hope I can help and offer a few tips, but I might end up going off on a tangent along the way. But I'll give it a try!
First of all, let’s view writing as a vast patchwork quilt. Writing involves trial and error; there will be things you like and things you don’t, there is no ready-made recipe for it.
The point is, before I offer any specific writing tips, I need to make this clear: I aim to guide the process of combining tools, because the way you use them depends entirely on the individual.
Let’s start here: by interviewing yourself.
What do you enjoy reading?
Why did that particular author’s writing stand out to you?
Is there anything that makes you put a book down? What is it?
These questions serve as a starting point to discover the kind of content you’ll enjoy working with. I only write things I would want to read myself, not what looks impressive or appeals most to the general public. After all, if I wouldn't want to read it, I certainly wouldn't want to write it!
I went through a phase (and I believe many other authors have too, based on accounts I’ve read) where I lost the joy of writing and couldn't figure out why. The reason was that I was writing solely to please others, and I was no longer enjoying what I was doing. That mindset can be disastrous.
Another thing that happens when you start writing is the desire for everything to be perfect: a breathtaking introduction, flawless development with no plot holes, characters that captivate the audience, and a standing-ovation-worthy ending.
I remember creating a graveyard of stories because of this; whenever I wrote, I felt that the work didn't meet my standards. I considered my writing weak and, consequently, abandoned my projects because I no longer saw any value in them. Today, I realize that was a very harsh mindset to have toward myself, and I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt: writing is a relationship with ups and downs, so knowing how to distinguish between what is just in your head and what is an actual area for improvement is essential. There is no way to talk about writing development without addressing the stability of the author creating the work.
Now, let’s bring these three points together: the patchwork quilt, understanding your literary tastes, and your relationship with writing. I’ll share some examples of how I developed my own writing style based on this.
The patchwork quilt
Your personal patchwork quilt will be made of fabric scraps taken from the quilts of other authors, or even from sources outside the realm of writing. I will cite examples of these "fabric scraps", both those I’ve gathered from other authors and those I use based on my own daily life.
One thing I’ve always loved is smooth transitions; for me, they helped my mind maintain a train of thought that was usually disrupted by scene breaks. I think the best example I can cite right now comes from a fanfic I read years ago (I don’t recall the title). The protagonist dreamed she was in her backyard; when she rolled on the grass, she had actually rolled off her bed in real life and fallen face-first onto the floor. It was funny, realistic, and, of course, smooth. The author didn’t need a scene break to shift the action because she relied on natural flow. She stitched one scene into the next rather than isolating them in separate little boxes.
The real point here isn't the absence of scene breaks — they are wonderful tools for keeping scenes organized — but rather the importance of viewing writing as a living thing. What you write shouldn't be a series of isolated rooms with locked doors; instead, think of it as a blank canvas where, as you paint, the colors interact with one another to form a cohesive, lifelike image.
Here is the first piece of the fabric: smooth scene transitions. Once I realized this made for a more enjoyable read, I started seizing every opportunity to use it. Of course, there will be situations where it isn't feasible, but if it fits, I’ll include it!
Now that I’ve given an example of something inspired by another author’s writing, I’m going to talk about something I use based on my own daily life. And let’s highlight this before moving on: when I speak of using things from everyday life, I literally mean observing your surroundings.
I had a really serious problem with writing and conveying a sense of space, and that only improved once I started noticing that I was focusing solely on the characters and couldn't care less about the setting. And it makes all the difference.
Start using your surroundings to your advantage. Pay attention to those melancholy moments and notice if, perhaps, the blue light in the room made you feel more down, or if your eyes inevitably began to focus on nostalgic details — like old photographs or that decorative plant in the corner that hasn't been watered in ages and has started to die. Or consider a cheerful day when you finally open the bedroom curtains and spot the neighbor's cat wandering past your window. Or that time boredom led you to pace the sidewalk, carefully stepping onto just one paving stone at a time.
The examples I cited above are details from my daily life, and the more you notice, the more of these details you collect and can use in your writing.
Understanding your literary tastes
I'm going to answer those basic questions and show you how to build upon them!
What do you enjoy reading?
At some point, I realized that as much as I loved fantasy and romance, I had a huge soft spot for mystery and horror.
Why did that particular author’s writing stand out to you?
What strikes me most about the authors is how they develop human relationships and how the characters are affected by them.
Is there anything that makes you put a book down? What is it?
Personally, it bothers me not to see any "internal work". It’s all just action and dialogue; there’s no moment where the character is alone and has to grapple with inner demons, those insecurities only they can see. I know it’s fiction, but I want to see a person, not just an empty puppet.
I can even read it for fun, but I can't connect with the work, and it leaves no impression on me. But that’s a personal thing for me and doesn't mean the person's work isn't good, since every creation has its own value, regardless of one's opinion.
Now that that’s been answered, I’m going to make a soup out of the answers, which will produce: my written voice!
Once you recognize your own consumption patterns, you get a sense of which types of stories you can build a solid foundation for. If I consume a lot of mystery or horror, works that focus on human relationship dynamics and the characters' inner lives, I’ll find it easier to navigate those genres.
An important point is that once you’ve established that identity, you can blend in other elements without having to overthink it. I love horror, but I also love laughing at silly things; so, I might write a tense scene where a character blurts out something stupid at the worst possible moment. Then, I’d show the other character stifling a laugh, because, however ridiculous it is, the story has developed their bond to the point where they expect that kind of behavior from each other, even if the situation isn't ideal. I’d follow that by showing how the moment made them feel both lighter and melancholic: the situation is grim, yet they find support in one another.
Can you see the difference? When you identify your own voice in your writing, drawing on your tastes and life experiences, you are able to create natural moments and make your fictional characters feel human.
Your relationship with writing
I got married, suffered abuse, fought back, got divorced, went back to the same marriage… the cycle repeats itself every time. Guess what: I’m talking about my relationship with writing, and I believe most people (if not everyone) have a similar relationship with it.
That document with only half the page filled after days of trying to write something. That text that mocks you and rubs it in your face that some random writer wrote a whole damn book in a month. Oh, that story about how, every time they see you, they sigh in disappointment and make you look away in embarrassment.
But then there is that joy that only arises during the act of creation. The attachment to the characters. The immersion and the love that only an author can feel when looking at something they created, and, after so much effort, liking what they see.
Let me be clear: I love-hate writing.
But there is one incredibly important thing, my dear: knowing how to deal with the hateful side of things. And that hatred shows up in creative blocks, in comparisons, and in the urge to produce more than your mind can handle on those tough days.
I am basing this on what I’ve experienced throughout my writing journey over the years, so take what is useful and discard what doesn’t work for you! ✨
When we have an idea, we want to bring it to life in that blank space exactly as we envisioned it. We want to convey it so perfectly that others feel the same way we did when we first imagined it. Here’s a reality check: most of the time, that doesn’t happen.
Our minds set a goal to achieve something that takes time to realize (especially when we’re just starting out). It’s great to create with high expectations, but when things don’t go according to plan, we get frustrated — and that’s okay; after all, we’re human.
In this section, I’m not offering writing tips per se, but rather advice to help you avoid banging your head against the wall (being overly self-critical), when writing challenges arise.
It’s actually quite simple; just keep this one thing in mind whenever you create: be human.
Being human means being imperfect, possessing great qualities, yes, but also flaws. It means testing things as often as necessary and presenting people not with the pinnacle of perfection, but with a piece of yourself.
The work is yours, so it carries your essence.
The more courage you have to do this, the more your creation will come to life. It will breathe, jump, dance, laugh, and cry, doing so many things at once that you’ll begin to love it. Because when we look past the hurdles of writer's block and embrace what we’re creating (in this case, writing), nurturing that work over time becomes easier and feels lighter.
I mention this mindset because it’s a form of self-care. I remember judging my own creations so harshly that I went two years without the courage to even look at my projects; during that time, the writing I once loved became a heavy burden. Trying to sustain something that way is like trying to keep sand in a sieve while shaking it.
So be kind to yourself and your work when you are writing.
(As much as I keep posting these motivational quotes, I’m not a life coach, I swear 🥀)
Extra tips:
Organize your stories into folders: this is crucial to avoid getting lost, especially if you're writing multiple things at once. I have a dedicated writing folder where I create a separate folder for each idea, so there’s one for Destiny Changer, one for Hurricane, and so on. Inside those, I create folders for the story arcs I’m writing, a folder for scenes I didn't like but didn't want to throw away, a folder for any decorative elements I’ve created, etc. I keep everything categorized to avoid getting lost in a sea of files and text (I use Google Docs and Drive).
Read passages out loud: I do this mainly when I’m unsure about a part I’ve written (it happens often, but anyway). Sometimes, when reading a section in your head, it might seem like you’ve written nonsense (that happens too, especially if you’re writing while tired), but it might actually sound better when spoken aloud. I saw this tip a lot when I was starting out (people saying to use it for dialogue to check if it sounds realistic), but to be honest? Don’t limit it to dialogue. Pretend you’re narrating your story to an imaginary audience and see if it satisfies you or if it needs some tweaking.
Research settings and scenarios: I know I’ve touched on this before, but I’m going to bring it up again. Remember the "patchwork quilt" concept and how everyday life can be used in writing? We live, we observe, and we weave small fragments of our own experiences into our writing. The thing is, there are some things we haven't experienced firsthand and can't easily flesh out.
Take my own case as an example: I, Clover, live in a tropical country and have never seen snow in my life. When I write a story set in a snowy landscape, I have to look up photos of that season and try to recreate the imagery in my writing.
Here’s another example: in my country, the school year usually begins in February, during the summer… but then I decide to write a fanfic set in Japan, or anywhere else with a different school year system.
If I only rely on my own lived experience, I’m screwed.
Do a LOT of research, especially if you are writing about a place or culture you have no real-life connection to. Of course, you are free to do whatever you like, but I promise that opening yourself up to these encounters with different customs is an incredible experience; not only does it expand your repertoire as a writer, but it also allows you to see the setting of your story in a whole new light.
Have fun: don't think about the time it will take to finish, but take the opportunity to learn as much as possible during the process.
Final remarks
I hope this didn't get tedious or heavy; it’s just that when the topic is writing, I get as excited as a kid looking at candy. I also want to emphasize that I tried to include as many of the tips as possible — the ones I’ve sought out from the moment I started writing until now — because no matter how much we study something or how familiar we become with it, we’ll never know everything (and that’s a wonderful thing).
You don’t have to follow everything to the letter; as I said, I simply included things and perspectives that helped me stick with writing and turn it into something truly enjoyable in the long run. I think art in general is deeply personal, and while advice helps, everyone discovers which pieces fit best along the way.
And before I forget: welcome to the world of writing! I hope you have fun, stay curious throughout the process, and take care of yourself as often as necessary.
After writing all this, I feel I should mention that I rambled a lot and probably sound like a lunatic, but I hope it helps you at least a little bit. I got carried away... *sigh*...
Since I’m currently publishing Destiny Changer on multiple platforms, I’ve found it incredibly tedious to replicate tables of contents on each one, given the varying tools available (which are never the same). Because of this, I’m setting up my own site/blog for my fanfics, especially for Destiny Changer.
The site will feature lists, bonus content, and more, all in two languages: Portuguese and English. I’m still figuring out the setup, planning the content, and getting everything in place, so… well, the next update won’t be coming anytime soon.
This is roughly what the main table will look like. As the content is released, I’ll link the respective items to each topic (wish me luck). Overall, it’s been fun, an experience I didn't expect to enjoy this much.
We're finally getting the official list!! And it's only coming out along with the website, haha… So, let's get started!
Those who have already read Chapter 9 (published on Quotev and Wattpad) might recall that there were two lists: one final list and another containing characters I still needed to consider, as I had no idea how to fit them into a romantic context. However, all the characters from the second list have now been added, thanks to some excellent ideas from readers. Thank you so much for the help!
I’m working on the list, and it’s taking a while because I had the brilliant idea of doing it "Clover-style" — meaning a decidedly slow process that will take hours, days, and probably my entire vacation to finish *cough*. I might release it while it's still incomplete and post updates whenever I refresh the page.
This is how it's turning out, an adorable little thing! 🎀
Last but not least, and also to be included on the site (just like the list of love interests), will be the additional content.
"What do you mean? But DestinyCast already has that at the end of the chapters!" But hey, where am I supposed to fit in the DDLC AU I want to do? And the Phantom of the Opera one? I swear, my ideas folder is a total mess, and I need to cram them in somewhere, whether as headcanons, one-shots, or short fanfics (like mini-series).
I also want to make available extra scenes that would disrupt the pacing if included in the main storyline. Oh, and I mustn't forget that I also want to provide, for instance, full pages dedicated to each character—not just brief trivia, but actual texts exploring how each one behaves. I’ve been chatting with a reader (who is also a writer) over the past few days about Aiden’s development, and I was really excited to discuss it with her. I thought it would be interesting to show how the narrative shifts from one character to another (this is also an excuse to create cute, decorated pages for each of them, complete with their own chibi-style drawings).
The blanket was pulled up slightly, revealing Blayne crouching in front of her, peering at her through the cozy darkness.
"Did you survive?"
"There was nothing to survive." [Name] gave him a bored look. "If I’d known it was Queen, I would’ve talked to him myself."
"Too bad, I sent him away." Blayne grinned mischievously, ignoring the kick he got to the knee. "You can deal with him later, it’s almost breakfast time anyway."
"As if I’d be able to talk to him at breakfast." She tossed the blanket aside and crossed her arms. "Did you forget I have to spend the day with Aiden?"
"If he remembers."
"He will."
“Yeah, I know, but it doesn’t hurt to be positive.” Blayne shrugged. “I mean, maybe he’ll accidentally stumble onto a poisoned apple, fall into a glass coffin, and get a full funeral service courtesy of seven dwarves.”
“You’re terrible.”
“And you love me for–”
[Name] tried to cover his mouth, only to feel a sharp sting on her palm.
“You bit me, you grosso.” She shuddered. “Ew! I’m going to have to use bleach and scrub it with a knife.”
Hi, I'd like to share some of my art (it's all done on paper, Blayne and Aiden are acrylic (I'm not very good with acrylics), and Cupid is watercolor). I drew Blayne and Aiden together, and Cupid separately. This is my first time sharing my drawings with anyone, so I'm a little nervous and shy. I didn't know where exactly I should share them with you, so I decided to share them with you on Tumblr. (I wanted to draw Beau, along with Blayne and Aiden, but I only remembered him at the end(*ﾟ▽ﾟ)ﾉ)
I don't even have the words to describe how happy I am!! Thank you so much for the love, sweetie ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )
Your art is beautiful—it makes me want to frame it 🥹🩷
And what do you mean you aren't good with acrylics?? This is excellent, and it absolutely warmed my heart to see them so well represented!!!💖💖💖(Don't worry about Beau; we can consider him asleep lol)
Cupid looks so cute painted in watercolor too; the skill involved is insane. I really admire people who can do it, because I simply gave up on learning watercolor—it’s like a premium level of painting (teach me your ways 🫣).
I always find myself grinning like a fool when Destiny Changer readers grow fond of the story just as I have—to the point of dedicating some of their precious time to it! Once again, thank you so much for your thoughtfulness, Vuanz! 🫂💓
Eu genuinamente AMO sua escritaヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ cheguei a ler quase todas as suas obras, e acabei ficando ansiosa pros próximos capítulos de cada( ﾟεﾟ；) é muito bom saber que tem br fazendo histórias tão boas assim!! Fico embasbacada que fiquei um tempo sem saber q você é br, eu sou muito lerda( ´_ゝ`)
Awwwwn, muito obrigada! Fico muito feliz por você gostar da minha escrita! É uma honra servir a comunidade de fanfics br 🥹💖
Devo confessar que é muito engraçado isso, porque eu sou bem aberta quanto a ser brasileira e publicar todas as minhas obras, primordialmente, em português. Mesmo assim, percebo muitos leitores brasileiros continuando a ler a obra em inglês (pode ser uma preferência da pessoa também, mas há muitos detalhes que coloco na escrita original que não podem ser traduzidas). No geral, imagino que seja a mesma situação que a sua, de não perceber que sou brasileira KAKAKAKAKAKAKA
Enfim, obrigada pelos elogios, espero que as próximas atualizações te agradem! ❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)
I have found out about it like yesterday or the day before I think and I already have read through it like three times. Its really nicely written! (I have no quotev account so i'll have to send an ask)
You also wrote the characters really well!! Hope and blondie are my favs as right know, and how mc protected(?) them infront of briar was really charming! (sorry for forgetting their names </3 remembering names is my worst enemy and if I look for it now I'll lose the ask) Your so creative and thank you for sharing the story with us!!!
Hope you have a great day/night! </3
You can't imagine how happy I am to read this!! 🥹💖
Know that all this affection is greatly appreciated, and it warms my heart to know that the story captivated you. I hope you enjoy reading the next few chapters! This type of comment always motivates me to give my best 🫂💕
Thank you so much, I hope you have a great day/night too! (´꒳`)♡
To begin with, I imagine Miranda would be more inclined to start exhibiting yandere behavior after having to give up several things, as shown at the end of the first film. Besides Andy and Nigel leaving, there's the issue of the divorce, in which she demonstrates concern for her own daughters.
With that in mind:
After Andy and Nigel left Runway, Miranda would have a stricter approach to new hires. When you were hired, she would judge even your breathing. The reprimands would be worse than words; it would be that narrowed look she gives while adjusting her glasses, making you want to hide like a turtle in its shell.
Miranda would make a point of starting to use heavier bags and coats, just to see you trip over your own feet while trying to put away what you asked for. Once you stepped awkwardly and dropped everything.
"I swear that the next time you drop something on the floor, the next thing that will be waiting for you is the front door."
How cruel! You cried in the bathroom during your lunch break. You didn't even get to enjoy your break properly, receiving a call from Miranda asking you to do something impossible (which you had to make possible so as not to upset her).
You started carrying a small notebook to jot down what Miranda liked and disliked. It took about two months before she seemed to tolerate your presence, reducing her comments about "there being no decent secretaries these days" or something similar.
She would pretend not to notice your supposed studies, but after a while, you would notice the sidelong glances she gave, peeking at the content written on the pages.
You were still young in this gigantic world of fashion, stumbling as you tried to walk among so many beasts, accepting Miranda's inhumane treatment because getting an opportunity like that to work for such an important figure was one in a million. You were lucky, that's what you told yourself every day. You couldn't give up because it was difficult, you had to persevere to prove that you were more competent than she thought.
The money she gave you for her coffee doubled, enough for you to get one for yourself too. The clothes she didn't know where to store in her house started following you home from work. The coats and bags she threw on your desk started being thrown on the other secretary's desk. Ghosts of smiles appeared when she saw you wearing things she gave you.
The way that icy barrier began to melt was subtle, and if it wasn't your imagination, that sharp look she gave you at the beginning softened, and your "uncomfortable presence" began to be requested more often. Miranda invited you to events. She consumed your weekends with her schedule (with her). She raised an eyebrow when you mentioned a guy who asked for your number at a party. She asked you to keep an eye on her daughters the day she found out you were going to have a date with that guy.
When she saw how well you got along with her daughters, Miranda became reflective. She kept replaying in her mind the way the girls smiled every time you appeared, dispelling all the melancholy that had fallen into them after Miranda's divorce.
You were doing good for people, and without even realizing it, Miranda allowed you to bring that good into her life as well.
However, after so many losses and threats throughout her career, Miranda felt a growing fear corroding her logic, telling her that you wouldn't stay long. That you would grow wings and escape her control.
Why was she thinking of controlling you? Miranda didn't understand, and even condemned that kind of thinking coming from her.
However, as time went on, Miranda allowed this behavior to take root in her, stating that it was a way to ensure that you flourished the way you deserved in the fashion world, without those weeds trying to cling to you.
Oh, and the scandal of the following year? Miranda Priestly got over her divorce and married her lovely secretary who, for some reason, couldn't be seen by the public.
