Sup, I'm just a simple otaku (24)who loves to create stories and fangirl over my fictional crushes. Be sure to check out my story; The Rabbit of Night Raven and Bizarre Brother. It can also be found in Quotev and AO3.
For those who don't know, I'm crazyyanderefangirlfan, but call Yan since I realized it's kind of a mouthful. This is my oc blog, if your curious on what I created check out my masterlist below, but I mostly reblog other stuff. Since I have horrible writer's block and school keeps me busy. Feel free to ask me anything, from my oc's, story or me. But I won't answer anything toxic or that makes me uncomfortable. Currently into Twisted Wonderland, Genshin Impact, Obey Me and Villain Recruiters might consider posting my other ocs from different fandoms though.
EDIT: Still busy but will now balance
Masterlist.
First updated: 10/14/20
Last updated: 06/30/26
Hi so I made a masterlist cause everything was messy and you guys won’t have a trouble finding what you want. Updates will be at random.
I love your work! you have such a fun take on yandere's and I would love to see what kind of yandere hcs you could cook up for a host-club / paid to go on dates with you yandere ❤️ double points if you can make it so that the reader is never really one to cross a line or think the yandere really likes them...
If you don't want to do this prompt tho I completely understand ❤️
Yandere! Host x Reader
You've never considered yourself to be the type frequenting host clubs. Yet the loneliness is becoming noticeable and perhaps it's your lack of experience keeping you out of the dating scene. Mingling with paid professionals could prepare you for a future boyfriend. Except your assigned host has other plans in mind for you.
Content: gender neutral reader, inexperienced reader, obsessive behavior, manipulation
Ah, you definitely don't belong here. He can tell within seconds and he hasn't even reached the table yet. You're nervously readjusting the sleeves of your shirt - do you usually not wear such outfits? - and merely glance around the room for a brief moment before casting your eyes back down in sheepish modesty. Well, not necessarily a sight of unpreceded novelty. Many people are intrigued by the idea of a host club, so even just idle curiosity is enough incentive for one to end up among the charismatic crowd of paid affections. Today it's you who has stumbled into the hungry mouth of the wolf, and he happens to be the one to entertain you away from whatever unpleasantries are currently consuming you.
He gently stretches his slender fingers across your shoulder, a feathery touch light enough as to not startle you. You look up and acknowledge his presence, ready to stand up for introductions. His hold on you is firm, letting you know there is no need to leave the comfort of your sofa. "Now then, this isn't a job interview. You don't need to be so formal." He explains with a chuckle. You nod. Embarrassingly enough, your eyes are glued to his face for longer than what you'd consider polite admiration. A waste of good looks is your immediate thought. Surely someone as stunning as him could've worked as a model or actor. You suspect he isn't as enthusiastic to meet you as his voice leads one to believe, so the ability to pretend certainly isn't missing.
One peek at the table next to you, and the answer quickly presents itself. An older woman is inspecting the menu, surrounded by multiple bottles of champagne whose name even you recognize. You doubt the average acting career could provide this amount of luxury. The corners of your lips curl slightly upwards in a pitiful self awareness. Sadly for this guy, you're not a big spender. Whether he, too, is aware of this disappointing fact is impossible to tell. His handsome features remain cheerfully relaxed. "Tell me about yourself. What brings a darling like you here?" He inquires graciously, resting his chin on the back of his hands as he settles before you with an intent gaze.
You narrate your hardship: whether because of your looks or your awkwardness, something impedes you from having acquired a partner; and so the idea of gaining experience through less orthodox means came to fruition. Your host listens carefully, refilling your glass every now and then with a compassionate frown, lips parted in unspoken sympathy. Of course, he understands. Naturally. Once you're finished, he straightens himself in newfound determination: worry not, he will be your coach in love.
Thus begins the unusual partnership. You hadn't expected the man to readily agree to such a ridiculous request. A handful of visits have made it clear to you he's in high demand, most likely one of the top earners. Why would he waste his precious (and otherwise profitable) time with a humble customer like you? Maybe it's bad form to refuse lower paid offers too often, so he's keeping you for balance. You'll never know. His professionalism betrays no hint of annoyance.
You cannot help but marvel at his masterful lying. It becomes quite clear to you why so many people fall helplessly in love with paid hosts. Everything is executed with the utmost care for detail. The loving caress of the cheek he occasionally initiates, seemingly unprompted. The long, ardent stares into your eyes, as you must practice your eye contact. His hot lips brushing against your fingers while he spoils you with diminutives and sickly sweet words of appreciation.
You frequently have to remind yourself that everything is dictated by a contract. A code of conduct meant to be replicated for you and all other clients coming afterwards. How many other poor souls fawn over this alluring devil? You wouldn't want to burden him with an additional customer who forgets boundaries. You know your place too well.
Admirable manners. Frustratingly so. He wishes you'd just give in already and drop the shy act around him. You've caught his interest from the moment he spotted you in that cluttered, crowded room reeking of overpriced alcohol and solitude. Everything about you signaled blindingly clear: you're someone others can easily take advantage of. To think you would've landed right in his hands, to be molded as he pleases. The little sob story about being inexperienced with men, your clumsy attempts to follow along his flirts. Oh, you're just begging to be defiled. Again, and again and again, until there's nothing left of you. Then he'd caringly patch you back together and start anew. His very own corner of innocence.
The indecent daydreams are cut short when you proudly announce, during one of your dates, that you finally feel confident enough to pursue a genuine partner. You have booked a nice hotel room for this occasion; One last gesture of grandeur to show your gratitude for all the advice and love (even though it wasn't genuine). He's sitting on the edge of the plush mattress, dumbfounded, fiddling with the thick, ornate border of the bed runner. Huh? What the hell are you talking about? He's spent all this time getting to know you. What gets you flustered and bothered, what makes you excited, sad, anxious, angry, bored. He taught you how to come out of your shell. Why, so you can go ahead and waste yourself on some fucking idiot?
"My, aren't you eager. You haven't even had your first kiss." He says with a cheeky smile. "I think I can manage-" you want to say, but he quickly interrupts with a curt: "No one likes an amateur kisser". You're immediately silenced. His voice sounds cold, with a hint of anger in it. "I'm sorry, darling love, it's true." He resumes in an entirely different tonality, dragging his words with an eerie kindness attached to them. He tuts a little, turning towards you and patting his knees. There, there, don't look so deflated. If a simple observation like his hurt you this much, how would you handle the much meaner, downright heartless world out there?
Such is reality. Men are cruel and you had the bad luck to be born with a gentle heart. He delicately guides you to sit in his lap, cupping your burning face between his large hands. He knows this expression too well - you're humiliated. And thus, can he truly allow anyone else out there to see you so vulnerable like this? No, this kind of intimacy is reserved for him. You must understand. He has disciplined you to his liking, and simultaneously learned all the nooks and crannies of your being. It's too late to go back to a simple host and client relationship.
"Why don't you practice with me first, love?" He breaks the silence, placing his lips against your forehead in encouragement. You feel a sudden pressure faintly throbbing underneath you. "T-the kiss?" You ask hesitantly, trying to ignore the sensation and squirming in his tightening hold.
yan! twisted wonderland 〖normalized yandere au〗 x gn! reader─you always had absolutely rotten luck in love. instead of the happily ever after you dreamt of in fairy tales, every relationship you had often ended on a bad note. when tossed into the world where love was prioritized, you prayed your misfortune wouldn't get in the way. wait, but how were you supposed to choose!?
⤷ 𖹭゛𝓔𝓥𝓔𝓡 ˎˊ˗
since you were as small as the twinkles in the sky, you harboured a deep fascination with the fairy tales your mother told before bedtime. the sweet promises of a happily-ever-after, shrouded in eternal love during the sunset, never failed to coax you into restful sleeps, where you were surrounded by mountains of confessions.
they never came, those childhood dreams, as time gradually eroded the wounds in your heart from the sudden passing of your family. they classified it as an accident; a car crash happened due to the downpour and the darkness of the night. your father, who would buy you books after returning from his business trips, and your mother, who would tug you into bed, had died that day. people who your little mind assumed were untouchable, invincible, the pillars of your world, had been squashed into puddles of blood for one clumsy mistake.
the funeral was grand, crowded with figures you didn't know, hushed whispers that didn't escape your ears, and judgmental glances that were needlessly cruel to a child. a bad omen, they muttered under their breath, for how else could you manage to recover from your illness after they had passed away so suddenly? for what reason would they rush to the hospital during extremely terrible weather, if not for their bedridden child whose condition was said to have worsened overnight? they didn't hide it, not when your head hung low at the caskets, hands gripped the already withered white lilies.
the man who adopted you was cold and distant. he provided you with enough materials for a growing child, never yelled at you whenever you did something out of line, and never read stories for you. the estranged brother of your mother, the maids had informed you, had only taken up this newfound burden because of his love for his sister, even though it had been years since they last talked. his heart stopped there, long before the day your mother died, and completely closed to you. you wondered what it was like to live when one had died inside, a walking corpse among humans, as you strolled around the empty mansion, passing through the gossiping maids.
perhaps the lack of warmth fueled the inexplicable link you had to your trivial fantasies, the desperation in seeking another presence to complete your unwhole being. you changed, not vastly, to embrace the virtues of the main characters from your childhood, striving to perfect every aspect of your life, from your demeanor to your social circle. each and all of it was cultivated neatly, like a dedicated artist towards their craft, to fit yourself effortlessly into the confusing mold of the world. despite your effort, luck was not in your favor: romance came and went, as fleeting as the sands slipping through your fingers. your grip was always too weak to cling to them, as your eyes landed on that same familiar sight of their backs.
the excuses varied widely, though they could be summarized into a few contrasting words. you were too overwhelming, one stated, too careless, another remarked, too emotional, they told you, and too apathetic, they surmised. it was never enough for them; you were never enough for them. but you never blamed your partners, for it was obvious to you why they would say so. after all, you were bad news, only capable of bringing bad luck to everyone around you. you tried, and tried again, like that child in the manor near the coastal sea, to perfect yourself. flaws people said were there were weeded out mercilessly overnight, a room full of clothes that allowed you to change your fashion swiftly when your current relationship demanded it.
no matter your efforts, the tribulations you experienced while getting to know your partners more intimately, all of your love lines ended with melancholy. sometimes, there were ones kind enough to admit all the faults in the relationship belonged to them, but you knew better than to be fooled by those silly notions. you were determined to be the flawless protagonist in fairy tales and get that happily-ever-after you spent your whole life chasing. it was your deepest endeavour, something you couldn't let go even if the eyes were looking at you with pity.
"stubborness is hereditary." was what your uncle said.
you could stare at his back all day long.
"i think we should break up."
".....what." you curtly responded, eyes stopped at the straw of your smoothie that came into your vision. your smile must have strained, for your partner regarded you with caution, choosing their words carefully. it was supposed to be normal for you, but it was your first anniversary with them, in your favorite spot to dine, and wearing your favorite outfit.
"i don't think we can work this out! you are just...." those words again, every time, without a stutter, they were spat into your face ruthlessly. you sat up abruptly, feeling your ears ringing with the sound of your heartbeats as you rushed out from the cafe. you couldn't handle this, regardless of how many times you had experienced it. your clutch against your collar tightened, gloved hands wanting nothing more than to claw the organ responsible for the pumping in your veins out.
you loathed how hopeless romantic you were, dreaming of an unreachable ending that was not written for your ill fate. you would die alone, like a corpse, like your uncle, with a heartbeat for no other reason than survival. panting breathlessly as a poor attempt to regain your composure after minutes of running down the roads, you failed to react accordingly to the horses coming at you.
everything turned black.
"𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞."
the winds kissed you awake. playfully gentle and chaste, they helped your eyes open quietly. the first sensation you registered was the utter comfort cushioning you, a feeling you felt whenever you would lie in your bed, squealing at the prospect of a valentine. your line of vision was obstructed by something, and when your hands instinctively reached up, you were met with soft fabric. it reminded you of simpler times, when clothes were loose on you, enough to let you wander around the house with the little strength you had. how noltasgic, but nonetheless, peculiar, as moments ago, you were walking through the streets like a lost deer. the place you were standing in, after taking a brief look around your surroundings with the hood off, was unfamiliar, from the gardening techniques to the architectural structures. everything about it screamed of danger, the kind that instincts would warn you about when you tread into an unknown realm.
your eyes were drawn to the well nearby, fingers traced against the rough surface of the bricks. what a wonderous, considering these things had mostly been extinct in large cities. to see a well here must have meant the place you were transported to was antique to an extent. curiosity tugged your upper half to lean into the seemingly pitless abyss of it, almost falling of the ledge if not for a strange voice behind you.
"be careful, child of man." you jolted up, sighing in relief not to have landed on the ground clumsily. turning around to thank your savior, you could feel the growing thumping of your heart. you had seen many models before, plastered on the fashion magazines piling up in your room and yet, the beauty of this silhoutte was simply otherwordly. your hands clasped, a sudden nervousness stuck on the tip of your tongue as your eyes darted onto the ground. it was unfair, for the world to toss such an elegance in your face after a horrible break-up. and you had already ruined your chance, with how long you took to speak up.
"....your eyes are really pretty..." both of you seemed surprised at your words, with you wishing to jump into that well again. the alluring embrace of the robes turned into a smothering hug that raised your temperature at his chuckle. this must be a dream, a wondrous imagination your mind deliberately painted to soothe your sadness, for there was no normal human you had met that had horns.
you didn't want to wake up, not right away anyways.
"i'm sorry! it's rude of me!" you waved your hands, though your heart slowed down when you heard another chuckle. he found your state amusing, not offensive.
"you did not offend me, child of man. in fact, i admire your fearlessness." your eyes were blinded by his smile, fingers itching to cover your face from it. this was the most complex dream your mind had graced you with.
"may i have the honor to be bestowed with your name?" the handsome man asked for your name first! what's next? you would be married to him amidst the cheerful tolling of the bell as the sky was spilled with the warm orange of dusk?
"uh....my name is-"
"ah, i've found you at last!" your words were interrupted rudely by the grating voice of another stranger. the alarm in your body immediately went off, from the weird outfit he donned to the bright yellow circles that locked onto you. observing, he was doing so, as though you were a lost trinket that had escaped his collection.
"i understand you first year's excitement to explore the school!" he shook his head. "but for you to loll around with.....MR. DRACONIA!?"
what a weird dream, was what your final thought as a sudden exhaustion overtook your mind.
⤷ 𖹭゛𝓜𝓐𝓛𝓛𝓔𝓤𝓢ˎˊ˗
wouldn't consider himself forgetful. however, important ceremonies slipped his mind at times, as he would rely on invitations rather than keeping a neat schedule. the dragon fae would have absolutely fumed at the headmage for daring to forget to invite him to such an important occasion, had the odd human who had complimented him not been slumping against his shoulders. he ignored the fumbling apologies from crowley and instead fixed his eyes on your sleeping form.
it reminded him of silver, and his habit of falling asleep everywhere. except, instead of looking peaceful, your face was contorted into that of clear distress, beads of sweat rolled down from your forehead. it pained him to see the early airheaded human be reduced to this state.
"i offer you my sincerest apologies, mr. draconia! it was a mere oversight from the school." crowley continued on, not long before he stopped at the sight in front of him. ah! young love! he was so glad to still be alive to witness such a thing.
"well, it seems like the new student does require some assistance to be carried to the orientation ceremony. however, my poor, frail bones cannot serve me like before..." he tried to conceal his smirk when you were tossed into malleus' embrace. for his school would be the place where the future ruler of briar valley wound find love was a massive honor.
⤷ 𖹭゛𝓣𝓗𝓔ˎˊ˗
sight, according to the fragments of gossiping you would later collect during your attendance, was nothing short of scandalous. the housewarden of diasomnia, who was once again forgotten to be invited, entered the blazing orientation with a human sleeping contentedly in his arms. the diasomnia members reacted with the most mirth, with sebek almost fainting to the ground, lilia laughing as though this were the most hilarious thing he had witnessed in centuries, and silver seemingly dissociating. even when he awoke you from your little nap, he did it with such gentleness it left the whole room in silence, despite the ongoing fire hazard.
"stop poking me...." you huffed, still in the haze of your slumber, though that soon evaporated upon the heat of the room. jumping from malleus, an action which saddened him so, your eyes widened at the blue fires dancing everywhere.
"oh god! someone-" and before you could even finish the sentence, the disaster had already been stopped by the fae's magic. when the inkling that this was your new reality started pitter-pattering in your stomach, the mirror in front of you had spoken.
"state your name." the absurd mask appeared in green flames, at which you squinted.
"[name]..." was that too short? "....[name] gallumbe."
"the nature of your soul is...."
"...."
"...."
"...."
"destructive."
fuck this mirror for ruining your dream.
a/u: since this is a normalized yandere au everything will be more fast paced compared to my other fanfics where they are slown burn lol
A/N: These are my personal thoughts and Headcanons. You don’t have to agree with me. The original alphabet is here.
A - Affection = (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)
Ace likes to tease you but he's also very physical. An actions instead of words man. He likes holding your hand and hugging and kissing you. He is very affectionate when you start dating. Most of that comes from bottled up feelings he had for you.
He likes going on dates on weekends and spending time together. I think his love language would be physical touch or quality time. You were he best friend before you became his lover.
B - Best Friend = (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)
Ace loves to pick and tease because he knows that you're his partner in crime. His ride or die! He would be the first person you should call to help you hide a body. Even if he's snarky and sometimes he's a total asshole you do mean the world to him. He always thinks of you even if you don't know it.
C - Cuddles = (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)
Ace likes to hold you with your head on his chest. With you almost draped over him feels best. Sometimes he likes being the big spoon, but part of him feels happy being the little spoon too.
It wouldn't be an every night thing since it's his time to unwind. But if you need it or he does, he will speak up or casually move to hold you in his arms. Actions are easier for him than words.
D = Domestic = (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)
He can cook fairly simple things, and he has his own idea of what organization is. But he wouldn't be a bad housemate! He can pull his weight just fine. He can't cook anything complex but I'm sure he'd love to help you in the kitchen. Especially if he can be the taste tester.
And since he's such a great taste tester, he can wash the dishes for you!~!
E - Ending = (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Ace ghosted his ex, so I wouldn't be shocked if he does it again. Slowly drifting apart and losing contact before there is the mutual agreement that things are officially over. He doesn't want to be messy and explosive. Just done.
F - Fiance(e) = (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)
I am of the belief that Ace doesn't want to get married right away. He will when he's ready, but it may take some time. He wants to enjoy things slowly and a wedding can be expensive! His family will get involved and be all over you and it's a hassle... Not to mention he has to hype himself to propose. It can be scary and it's a lot. But he's thinking about it. He just needs to have the right moment.
G - Gentle = (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Ace is a tough love guy. But he knows when to tone it back when you look upset. He cherishes you a lot and he wouldn't want to upset you on purpose. He is growing everyday and knows when is and is not a joking mood.
H - Hugs = (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)
Ace loves touching you! He likes holding your hand he loves wrapping his arms around you and giving you a light squeeze. He gives you a hug almost every day. From lazy side hugs to cradling your body against his own. Pressing his cheek against yours or resting his face in the crook of your neck. It just depends.
I - I Love You = (how fast do they say the L-word?)
The day he confesses he makes it known of course. He loves saying it in public almost like he's showing you off to the world. He likes when you look shy and embarrassed over him being sappy and sweet in front of everyone it gives him a sense of pride.
J - Jealousy = (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)
Ace tries not to be jealous because obviously you like him that's why the two of you are dating. However he cannot help himself... He doesn't like the idea of anyone flirting or making passes at you even if it's a joke. He becomes clingier than usual. Amping up on the PDA and trying to avoid being obvious that he's jealous.
Ace does wear his heart on his sleeve. He will eventually fess up that he's not mad at you. Just whoever was making eyes at you when you're his partner.
K - Kisses = (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)
Ace loves kissing your cheek. Usually they're very chaste and sweet. He likes being close to you and he likes the little happy sounds you make.
When Ace wants to kiss your lips. He will sometimes press his body against yours. His hands gently cradling your head as your lips mesh together.
L - Little Ones = (how are they around children?)
Ace doesn't mind kids. He likes showing them magic tricks, and he thinks that they can be cute! Ace has an older brother, so he isn't too sure how to interact with young ladies... Ace hasn't taken fatherhood too much into consideration. But he wouldn't be against it!
M - Morning = (how are mornings spent with them?)
Ace isn't really a morning person. He will often get up after you do. Sometimes he joins you in the bathroom to brush his teeth. Sometimes he will wait for you to finish before going in to hog the bathroom.
He doesn't do big on breakfast, but he will make toast with cherry jam and he'll make some for you. He likes talking early in the morning as the two of you are waking up. School and work, plans for later... It feels nice to plan things out. Or even to go with the flow.
N - Night = (how are nights spent with them?)
Ace is a social butterfly in his day to day. Very busy when he's away from you. Be it work or school or both. He does space out from exhaustion but he will always let you shower first. He knows he plans to take a long time.
Ace does become more cuddly at night. Holding onto you, his skin meeting yours or even just wanting to be all over you. Like he's a large cat... He will sometimes rock paper scissors over who has to make dinner. But the two of you often cook together. Meaning you cook, Ace 'supervises', and then Ace washes the dishes after.
O - Open = (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Ace is chatty but he isn't going to open up easily about what upsets him. He shares more when the mood feels right or you go first. His life isn't bad. But he does have some worries and concerns that he feels easier to keep inside.
P - Patience = (how easily angered are they?)
Ace is patient for you. He isn't easily irritated, and he can find ways to diffuse any situation he's in. Very go with the flow. In situations where he's frustrated with you it is extremely rare. And even then he will take a moment to cool off before coming back to apologize.
It is something very serious if a guy like Ace is mad at you.
Q - Quizzes = (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Ace can play things off very smooth. He's great with words and people. He remembers lots of things about you, especially important dates. But there are times where he can't remember little details like shoe size or favorite flavor of ice cream.
He is great with subtly offering to get you a little pint, and if you were in the mood for something different than your usual. He never means to forget. It's like having everything on the tip of your tongue.
R - Remember = (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
The day he met you. The day he knew he loved you more as a friend. Both are very important to him. He remembers all the facial expressions you made and how you go along with his jokes and foolery. It reminds him that he can be his entire self around you. No judgement. And you laugh at his jokes and you enjoy his teasing. Bonus points.
S - Security = (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)
Ace is very protective over you. He is quick to snap at others on your behalf. Even if you are wrong but that's not the point. He can also get jealous when he thinks people are eyeballing you. He likes having a hand on your lower back, or holding hands, or letting you hug his arm when you're in public. Don't worry about a thing when you're with him.
Ace can defend himself just fine. Even if someone speaks ill of him he has no trouble brushing it off. But when you stick up for him, even if he tells you it's not a big deal, it makes him happy.
T - Try = (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Ace LOVES taking you out on dates. He picks places he knows the two of you can enjoy, he coordinates outfits so the two of you match, he sets up basically everything. You're just here for the ride.
For anniversaries he's more sentimental than practical. He get's you something that has emotional value. Or maybe it brings a fond memory. He likes photos and stuff like that. He's more thoughtful than one might think!
U - Ugly = (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Sometimes Ace can go overboard with a snarky comment. He is always growing and becoming more in tune to sensitivity. Like there are times where he doesn't notice you're okay and he might say you look like shit. Of course, he's teasing. But when he sees it upsets you he will apologize. Bad timing, that's all. Never malicious.
V - Vanity = (how concerned are they with their looks?)
I can't exactly say Ace is 'vain' but he is very aware of trends. He does his skincare routine every morning and he is very particular about his hair. He likes looking his best because it makes him feel his best! Not to mention he gets free compliments from you when you say he looks handsome.
W - Whole = (would they feel incomplete without you?)
Oh of course.
Ace has been your friend for so long. He loves you so much that he can't remember what life was like before you showed up. Even when you go on vacation without him, or when the two of you are long distance... He can't help but miss you.
X - Xtra = (a random headcanon for them)
Ace Trappola talks about you to his bother. A lot. Before you started dating he would ask his older brother for advice on what to say or do. Usually it was 'be yourself' or 'work on your six pack' and Ace would follow through. He is independent and can think for himself. But he looks up to his brother a lot. And he already fumbled you a few times he cannot continue to mess up.
Y - Yuck = (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)
I wouldn't really call it a yuck, but he mentions with his ex he dumped her/ghosted her because she was boring. Also he was 13... So give him some grace.
Ace needs someone he can have fun with. Someone who is willing to go on adventures with him and watch his silly magic tricks and live life together. It can be disheartening to try and make someone laugh who doesn't have a sense of humor. He's not very good with heavy feelings, he can be supportive of course. But he can't have a Debbie Downer everyday.
Z - Zzz = (whats a sleep habit(s) of theirs?)
Ace is very used to sleeping alone. He has a big bed to roll around and sprawl out. He sleeps on his back, usually his phone nearby or he keeps a manga nearby he was planning to finish. Ace is a very busy and social guy in his day to day so he unwinds late into the night playing games on his phone and checking his socials. He often sleeps through his alarm, so please wake him up...
Romantic Jealousy: Based on real or imagined threats to a romantic relationship. There could be a history of infidelity or flirtations; however, this could also be solely based on insecurities.
Sexual/Suspicious Jealousy: Based on fears that a partner may have cheated or be engaged in inappropriate communication.
Does he get jealous?
Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle Rosehearts likes to see himself as the least insecure person on the planet. But that changes when he sees Silver getting chummy with you...
The activities for the Equestrian Club had ended for the day and Riddle Rosehearts had made plans to spend the day with you on Sage Island. Just the two of you. He wanted to go visit a new bookstore that opened and get something to eat at a nearby café. The invitation was his indirect way of requesting a date with you. You had shown up ten minutes before the Equestrian Club's activities had ended for the day. Riddle didn't mind, but he also didn't like the idea of you waiting on him! With a quick wave exchanged between the two of you, he and the others began to return the horses to the stables.
Riddle was one of the last to finish up along with Sebek. He was chatting excitedly under his breath with Vorpal about how he hoped your date would go. Until he heard you giggle. His head snapped in the direction of the sound, a curious expression graced his features.
He poked his head out of the stable, cautious of making sure he wasn't seen as his curiosity morphed into something more... Intense. Something he couldn't label; but he did not like it. You were leaning against the wooden fence, a sweet smile on your face as Silver stood beside you. The two of you were talking, it was innocent but something about the sight bothered Riddle.
Was it that Silver was taller than Riddle? The way he looked down at you with longing eyes? Was it how he subtly moved closer and closer until his shoulder just barely grazed yours as he effortlessly got you to snicker at whatever it was he said? Was it his natural princely aura? The way his arms flexed when he crossed them over his chest?
The sight in front of Riddle left him feeling as though he could remove Silver's head from his body. Easily. He ground his teeth together when Silver leaned in close. Too close. The student pulled something out of your hair with a delicate grin that left Riddle's heart sinking into his gut. He and Silver got along fine. There were no ill intentions, Riddle knew that.
So why did he wish for Silver to be struck by lightning? Riddle was frozen in place until Sebek left the stables in a hurry, snapping at Silver to move his feet so they could return to 'Lord Malleus'. Silver diverted his attention away from you, offering you a wave goodbye as Riddle casually followed suit.
Sebek greeted you with his usual loud voice and the pair took off. Riddle now stood in front of you with his head spinning with a newfound worry. This is what Cater would explain as jealousy. But he's not jealous. He had no reason to be. Silver was probably dozing off and that's why he leaned against you. The student was just waiting on Sebek. You just happened to be there to chat with. It was nothing.
When you called Riddle's name, his eyes met yours. That icy shade of grey appeared clouded as he cleared his throat. His posture straightened as he nodded towards you with a weak smile. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting... I assume Silver kept you company? What did the two of you talk about?" Riddle isn't jealous. He doesn't care about things like that.
The two of you are dating. Everyone on campus knows that.
Trey Clover
Trey Clover isn't exactly the 'jealous' type. But he starts to re-think that when Che'nya starts to hit on you.
(tw blood)
Trey's eyes flickered between your smiling face and Che'nya's wide toothy grin. You had come over to assist him in baking an assortment of tarts for an UnBirthday Party, and apparently had met a familiar face on your way into Heartslabyul. Trey and Che'nya are friends and have been friends for a long time. And remained friends despite going to different schools; but this was different.
Something about seeing Che'nya getting so close to you was starting to piss Trey off.
He was silent as Che'nya hovered around you with his ear grating laugh. His fingers would linger against your clothes as the two of you talked with Trey idly listening and offering minimal input. He slid another dozen tarts into the oven to bake and removed the last set of twelve to allow them to cool.
Then, Che'nya got you to play a game with him. He slipped off your striped tie and wrapped it around your eyes as a blindfold. Trey glanced over with a frown and before he could speak, Che'nya waved a dismissive hand at him. "It's just a game. It's fine." He assured with that same toothy grin Trey was beginning to get sick of.
The beastman used a spoon to feed you different things, getting you to guess what the item was. Strawberries, walnuts, blueberries, and chocolate. All sorts of different things would be placed on the spoon for you to guess. It was harmless and you were clearly having fun. Trey thought that maybe he was overreacting. This wasn't that big of a deal. He had mentioned in passing that the two of you were dating to Che'nya. And everyone in NRC knew.
Che'nya wanted to get close to you because he was a friend to Trey, and he was naturally a very touchy and outgoing person. It's not that serious. Trey let out an exhale as he picked up a can of evaporated milk for one of the tart fillings. He glanced back over to see Che'nya looking at you with longing eyes, and the spoon he used to feed you was now hanging between his lips.
The can burst in his palm.
The sudden sound left Che'nya startled with a loud squeak of shock. The beastman turned invisible, leaving the spoon hanging in the air until he dropped it. You lifted the tie-blindfold with wide eyes before rushing over to check on Trey who dropped the can and looked at his palm. The metal had sliced open his hand, leaving it bleeding and mixing with the thick cream. He didn't even hear your worried voice as you tugged on his arm to pull him towards the sink to rinse off the wound. "Sorry... I'm not sure what came over me." He chuckled under his breath as you continued to fuss over him.
Your voice traveled in one ear and out the other as he started to frown. He didn't usually care about stuff like this. Or at least he thought he didn't care.
Cater Diamond
Cater knows he's a jealous person. Not that you would need to know that... But those emotions start spilling out when you have a tooth rotting encounter with Kalim...
Cater pretended to scroll through his phone, his eyes flicking up to look at Kalim with an annoyed side eye. The younger student was excitedly telling you about a mini concert the Light Music Club would be having at an underground club on the island. Something Cater has already told you about previously.
“It’s gonna be so fun! And everyone is gonna be there. Even some of the RSA kids! The cool ones of course.” He promised with a wide smile, he sat backwards in his chair, his knee would sometimes bump against yours when he would kick his legs out with excitement. He would quickly apologize before going back to talking. Lilia was glancing between the group while sucking away at a box of tomato juice.
“You can sit backstage with us too! I’ll show you all of the cool stuff.” Kalim offered to you with a gentle wave of his hand. He began to show you different hang out spots near the club, things to do and stuff to see. It was starting to feel almost like Kalim was inviting you on a pseudo date. But that couldn’t be the case. Cater didn’t think Kalim was smart enough to pull something like that off.
Cater hummed thoughtfully before scooting closer to you with a lazy smile on his face. “We already have plans after the concert. Sorry Kalim.” Cater explained as he opened his camera up to take a quick selfie with you. “You did?! Sorry! I didn’t mean to change anything.” He smiled sheepishly as you posed in the photo before turning to Kalim, assuring him that it was fine. You had no idea Cater had made plans for after the concert.
Seeing Kalim going back to smiling and laughing with you made Cater frown. He slid an arm around your waist as he started to decorate the edges of your picture with stickers and colorful emojis. He began to pull you closer and closer subconsciously until you were seated on his thigh with a soft gasp of surprise leaving your lips. Lilia stood with his emptied tomato juice, turning to Kalim with a smile. “Oh, I’m out of juice! Kalim,” He shook the empty box in his pale hand. “Why don’t you walk with me? I’m not a fan of going alone.” He let out a dramatic sigh, appearing forlorn as Kalim jumped out of his seat. “Oh! I’ll go with you! Don’t worry.” He beamed and headed to the door with Lilia. “We’ll be right back guys!” Kalim waved to the both of you, and you waved back before turning to face Cater.
He was pouting as he surrounded the image in orange and red hearts. You asked him what was wrong and he shook his head. “Nothing, I’m a little tired, that's all.” He tried to feign a smile but it fell quickly when he went to post the photo on MagiCam. He doesn’t care. It’s not that serious. When you leaned over and kissed his cheek he felt his heart skip in his chest. Yeah, he has no reason to be jealous.
Ace Trappola
Ace doesn't believe he's jealous. In fact, it's beneath him. Well, he thought that until Malleus started hanging around...
Ace narrowed his eyes at Malleus as he sat on the other side of you during lunch. Malleus who was never seen gracing this part of the school, yet here he was showing you how he could make flowers out of nothing but magic.
His eyebrow twitched when Malleus would lean down to hand them to you. Some of them would explode into glitter, some would fade away into colorful petals, and one turned into a mini swarm of butterflies. Ace could do a magic trick like that too. If you asked him to show you he would with no problem.
Ace straightened out and looked at Malleus. His stupid horns, his stupid handsome face, the way his half lidded eyes looked at you as though no one else were around. It was infuriating. Ace’s jaw was starting to clench and he suddenly met eyes with the prince of Briar Valley. Lime green and cherry red locked together with challenging stares. “That’s an easy trick. Anyone can do that.” Ace huffed and broke away from the prince, looking at you with a smirk. “I can show you something super cool. You wanna see?” He asked you, and watched your eyes light up as you gave him a nod.
Malleus watched as Ace rubbed his hands together with a wide and proud smile. When he pulled them away, a massive and colorful bouquet appeared wrapped in a bright red paper. It was full of all of your favorite flowers and even some he had never seen before. Malleus frowned from the other side of you, crossing his arms over his chest.
Ace handed you the flowers and returned his gaze to the Fae. “There’s no trick you can do that I can’t.” Ace challenged the prince, not understanding the weight his words would actually hold. He wasn’t jealous. Especially not with someone like lizard breath. Malleus frowned with his arms crossed over his chest. “I apologize Trappola. Are you offended?” His question was genuine, but to Ace it was an insult. “I wouldn’t be offended by some lame party trick.” This made Malleus’ eyebrow twitch. “So, if I preformed something more grand for the Child of Man… How would you feel?” He asked with a small flick of his wrist. In his hand was a little dancing doll that looked like you. It was starting to annoy Ace. “Don’t you have a statue to talk to?” You looked to Ace, telling him not to be rude as the two of them locked eyes with anger.
Ace wasn’t jealous. He would never be jealous. At least, he would never admit it.
Deuce Spade
Deuce trusted you with his entire being! He had no reason to be jealous or possessive. But feelings change... Especially after seeing you and Jack become so close.
Deuce apologized profusely when he told you he had to go to a mandatory track practice after classes ended for the day. You let him know over and over that you didn’t mind going with him and waiting for practice to end.
He walked onto the track with you beside him, smiling and talking until he heard you gasp. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to get that close.” Jack apologized as he appeared on the other side of you. Deuce was scowling and before he could speak, you explained that you felt something soft brush against your back. Jack has a large tail, but surely he knows that. Deuce looked away with a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make a face.” He laughed away his worry as the three of you talked and both Deuce and Jack made their way to begin practice. Deuce was watching you the whole time, his eyes never leaving you after that moment. Jack seemed to be doing the same. It could be his imagination, but during stretches, during their dashes, and during their breaks, Jack’s eyes seemed to be watching you before he would break his attention elsewhere. It was starting to get dark and it was now the final break of the night before the last round of practice would resume. Deuce made his way over to you before stopping at his gym bag to pull out his track jacket to let you wear. He saw Jack standing in front of you as you stayed seated on the bench. The two of you talking and laughing.
Seeing Jack’s tail wagging as you smiled up at him… Deuce wasn’t sure why he felt so angry. You were allowed to have friends. You were allowed to talk to other guys that weren’t him. He doesn’t care that much.
So why did he entertain the idea of punching Jack in the face?
The beastman waved goodbye and walked off leaving you alone on the bench. There would be another hour of practice. Deuce awkwardly approached you with his jacket hanging from his hand. His arm extended as he held it out to you. “I thought you might be cold.” He commented with a small shrug and you accepted gratefully. He watched with a soft sigh as you stood and slipped it on, looking at it with a grin. He zipped his track jacket up to your chin with a weak smile.
Maybe he is a little jealous. But he shouldn’t care about that kind of stuff. He loves you and you love him.
Santa clarita style obey me sitcom where the MC has 7 demon husbands and is like. Sweethearts I will always love and support you, and unwittingly tags along on murder sprees just to be the supportive spouse
Satan is straight up tearing into a lower level demon and covered in blood going, “Aren’t we having fun?!”
And MC, actively trying not to throw up at the gore: “Yes, yes we are, baby!”
Anon I am a HUGE fan of ‘slice of life in settings that deserve horror anthologies’ and I CACKLED at the idea of Santa Clarita Diet au 💛
Picky eater MC who is only trying not to puke bc the texture of that particular demon is a no good mouth feel moment. Making sure that there’s always a snack on hand (typically a hand itself) for when they get hungry.
Making sure there’s always a tarp and a carving knife in their bag. And then forgetting when they return to the human world and have to explain why there’s rope, a tarp, and giant knives in their bag at a security checkpoint
MC adds Barb to the harem purely to take care of the laundry bc if they have to clean blood out of their clothes one more time it’ll be Avatar blood staining the sheets.
POV: A stranger came to disturb your peace by harassing you, and they came to protect you, claiming to be your boyfriend. (Part:05/10)
•Pomefiore
•Vil Schoenheit
The stranger was holding Yuu by the wrist, ironically asking why she/he was trying so hard to distance herself from him and if she/he had a boyfriend/girlfriend to be rejecting him/her.At that moment, Yuu felt another person's hand coming from behind, passing over her waist. Yuu closed her eyes. What bad luck! Another stranger came to complete the combo? Until she heard a familiar voice:
— I think you'd better think twice before messing with someone.
When Yuu looked back, she saw Vil wearing a cap, sunglasses, and a mask, all to keep herself hidden from fans and ill-intentioned people like the stranger in front of her. Vil lowered her mask with a finger while raising her glasses to give the stranger an icy look:
— It would be best for everyone if you stayed away from me and my girlfriend/boyfriend.
The stranger swallowed hard and quickly left, offering some apologies.
•Rook Hunt
Rook appeared right behind the stranger, maintaining a courteous smile.
— Oh, you want to meet me?
The stranger startled, taking a step to the side and turning to look at Rook. Rook stepped forward and tipped his hat in greeting.
— I'm the cher of the person who was disturbing you.
Rook kept smiling but opened his eyes, leaving them half-closed.
— But I must say it's no pleasure to meet you...
Rook took a few more steps, as many as the stranger took to move away from Rook.
— I shouldn't be surprised... weeds always try to ruin the beautiful roses... And it's my duty to pull them out.
•Epel Felmer
Epel arrived stomping as he moved in front of the stranger, his eyes wide, revealing his ferocity, a vein bulging on his forehead as he shouted:
— HEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! THINK YOU CAN MESS WITH HER/HIM?!! IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO HER/HIS BOYFRIEND IS, YOU JUST MET HIM!!!
Epel shoves the stranger and grabs Yuu's arm, pulling him away before he gets even more worked up.
POV: A stranger came to disturb your peace by harassing you, and they came to protect you, claiming to be your boyfriend. (Part: 4/10)
•Scarabia
•Kalim Al-Sim
Kalim watched the situation from afar with a serious expression, something Kalim had never been seen to show before. He walks up to Yuu, placing his hand on her back and speaking excitedly and smiling:
— Darling, I'm so glad I found you, I saw something you'll love!
He pulls you and guides you away from the stranger. Kalim glances at the stranger one last time sideways, but the cheerful expression he showed to Yuu didn't exist for the stranger, only red eyes showing a tempestuous emotion like a sandstorm. He turns to you with a reassuring smile:
— Come on Yuu, now you're safe! Let's have fun and forget about this stranger.
•Jamil Viper
Jamil positions himself in front of the stranger, his gaze cold and half-closed. The stranger tells him to get lost, claiming that the conversation was with whoever was behind him. Jamil crosses his arms, his face even more furrowed:
— No, no, your conversation isn't with my girlfriend/boyfriend, it's with someone else you should be talking to.
Jamil closes his eyes and opens them, his eyes wide open, maintaining eye contact with the stranger, now using his signature magic.
— Do you know where to find someone who would love to talk to you? Just follow the street and turn right, the person you're going to talk to is at the police station.
Jamil approaches, placing his hand on the stranger's shoulder.
— You're going to say everything you said to my girlfriend/boyfriend to the one whose instinct is written: "sergeant".
Jamil pats the guy on the shoulder before turning him around and pushing him; the stranger follows the path Jamil had indicated.
i realized that since the overblotters don’t really remember (or might not at all) what happened during their overblots, leona hadn’t seen jack’s unique magic
in canon he does and he doesn’t react to it so obviously he had to see it but he saw it while overblotting and was visibly shocked by it
so im imagining that he has the same shock and confusion until ruggie realizes “omg you don’t remember he did this” and leona is like “this is Frequent?!??”
