Hi! Welcome to my blog, I definitely don't write consistently, but I can promise that I put genuine effort into my work when I do.
I started this blog because I've been interested in yandere fanfiction for a loooong time, and at some point about 2 years ago (presently) I worked up the nerve to post my own stuff. The quality is, admittedly, hit or miss, but I am very passionate about my interests :)
My pronouns are he/him, and you can call me Ink. Most of my earlier posts will have strawberry themed tags for organization, but I won't be using them anymore.
I'm open to requests, but I likely won't answer all of them, and I can't guarantee that you'll get a fast response. I still love hearing people's ideas though, so even if I don't answer, I'd love to hear you talk about your ideas anyway!
ALWAYS INTERESTED IN:
ENSEMBLE STARS!! (Specifically VALKYRIE, since I haven't done much, if any research on many of the others, and would rather not look into them. I might be able to write a little for Switch though.)
CULT OF THE LAMB
TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES (specifically RISE and 2012)
Sorry just some thoughts..... Dust sans x reader because I have been flirting with my childhood undertale obsession... Yandere? probably. Reader and dust are both fucked up here. Yandere x yandere maybe who knows. Certainly not me.
Dusttale au where reader takes the place of frisk.... Who can only experience the world up until the end of each route.... Who grows desperate for something new and finally tries a geno route just to feel anything other than numb after so many tries to move beyond the final page of the pacifist route and finds that they feel alive again.... Who resets over and over again to kill because they can't bear to sit all alone in that dark room in between resets.... Who begins to feel the numbness creeping in when sans starts killing.... Who feels a rush like no other when they meet in judgement hall that fateful reset.... Who gets addicted, making leveling up into a competition, and each new symptom of madness in their opponent into their trophies... Whose adrenaline chasing leads into consuming obsession, mutilated love for the lone variable in the eternal dust storm....
Dust, who aches for a way out of this hellhole... Who becomes dedicated to stopping the human, sacrificing everything for the sole purpose of making them give up.... Who loses himself in the infinite resets, whose purpose becomes blurry over time... Poor dust, who fails to realize how the human has become the center of his world, the only thing keeping him rooted into the earth, the only person who could ever truly connect with him ever again, good or bad... Who begins to stop caring as much about seeing a monster disintegrate when his tunnel vision only shows him one person.... Dust, who, after so much time in this loop, finds himself more anxious than hopeful when the human takes just a bit longer to come back.... Who is given a break of no more than five resets, where the human will not harm a single monster, and spend as much time exploring as they can, since they "would like a change of pace" and "know that their favorite killer would probably appreciate the time with Papyrus".... Dust, who agrees with no hesitation, but finds himself more restless and agitated than ever before as he sits back and watches the human prance through the underground.... Who eagerly counts the seconds before the next reset instead of letting himself spend time with his loved ones again, like he intended to.... Who feels a small, unknown part of himself break when it dawns upon him that the human is all he really cares for anymore..... Who ravages the underground in record time after the break is over, who meets the human in judgement hall with his fingers twitching at his sides..... Who lets his composure drop completely and screams and cries, begging to know why they did this, why they can't just leave, why they're so insistent on destroying him over and over again.......
The human, who feels breathless at the sight of his utter collapse.... Who began this reset with the intention of another pacifist run, because they find their dynamic with dust to be so, so fun when they must both pretend around the countless other monsters that this is the first time these events have occurred..... Who savors the fact that he just couldn't wait to return to their game....... Who listens to him rant about the torment they inflict on him with weak knees and a racing heart.... Who can't help but throw their arms around dust when he falls to his knees sobbing, because they find that dust looks the most beautiful when he reminds them that he has become just as broken down and desperate as they are......
Dust and Reader whose relationship experiences a shift after that reset... Two beasts who destroy each other with repulsive devotion.... Two broken people, gorging themselves on each other's scattered shards...... A sugary sweet pair of lovers, painting their affection with piles of dust and the scraping of bone against metal....
If you liked this, don't forget to also check out other ATLA stories I've written so far.
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Zuko would not be a smooth, charming, secretly manipulative yandere.
He would be intense, awkward, emotionally constipated, and painfully obvious without meaning to be.
He does not know how to love casually.
When Zuko cares, he cares like it is a battlefield, a duty, a wound, and a lifeline all at once.
His obsession would come from fear, abandonment, shame, and his lifelong belief that love must be earned before it disappears.
He wouldn't become obsessed because he wants power over you.
He becomes obsessed because you make him feel seen.
If you show him patience, kindness, and genuine understanding, it would hit him harder than any Agni Kai.
Zuko is used to people fearing him, judging him, using him, rejecting him, or expecting him to fail.
So if you look at him and see a person rather than a prince, traitor, enemy, or weapon, he would not know how to handle it.
At first, he would deny his feelings.
Aggressively in the beginning.
Then embarrassingly later on.
With the emotional subtlety of a flaming boulder.
If Iroh casually suggested that Zuko cared about you, Zuko would snap, âI donât care!â
Then he would spend the next hour staring out at the ocean like a banished raccoon with unresolved attachment issues.
His love would not begin as romance in his mind.
It would begin as concern.
Then protection.
Then responsibility.
Then need.
Then obsession.
Zuko would convince himself that everything he does is for your safety.
He would tell himself he only watches you because the world is dangerous.
That he only follows you because you might get hurt.
That he keeps people away from you because they cannot be trusted.
Now, the problem is that Zukoâs definition of âdangerousâ can become very broad when he is scared.
Soldiers are dangerous.
Strangers are dangerous.
Nobles are dangerous.
Anyone from Azulaâs circle is dangerous.
Anyone who makes you laugh too easily is suspicious.
Anyone who looks at you for too long has apparently chosen death by bad decision.
Zuko would be very protective, but not soft about it at first.
His concern would sound like criticism.
âYou look terrible.â
Translation:Â Please rest. I am worried about you.
âDonât be stupid.â
Translation:Â Please do not risk yourself. I cannot lose you.
âStay behind me.â
Translation:Â I will burn the world bald before I let someone hurt you.
Zuko would not be emotionally fluent.
He would feel too much, then express it badly.
He would stare when he is worried.
He would snap when he is scared.
He would pace when you are gone too long.
He would pretend he was not waiting for you. (He was absolutely waiting)
If you returned late, he would not say, âI was scared.â
He would say, âWhere were you?â
It would sound accusatory.
His face would betray him.
Zukoâs jealousy would be immediate and obvious.
He would not smile politely while hiding it.
He would stiffen.
His jaw would clench.
His eyes would narrow.
His shoulders would rise like he is preparing for war over eye contact.
If someone flirted with you, he would interrupt.
Badly.
âYouâre standing too close.â
If they laughed, he would step closer and repeat himself.
âI said youâre standing too close.â
Zuko would hate feeling jealous.
It would make him feel weak.
He already hates wanting things because wanting means someone can take them away.
You becoming important to him would terrify him.
He has already lost his mother.
He was burned and banished by his father.
He betrayed Iroh and nearly destroyed the one stable love he had.
He knows what loss feels like.
He knows what regret tastes like.
So when he loves you, fear follows close behind like a shadow with teeth.
Early Book One Zuko would be the most volatile yandere version.
He would be angry, defensive, desperate for honor, and terrible at understanding his own feelings.
If he met you during his hunt for the Avatar, he would probably justify keeping you near him through strategy.
He would say you know too much.
He would say you might interfere.
He would say you are safer where he can see you.
Secretly, he would panic when you are out of sight.
He would be possessive without having the emotional maturity to recognize it.
If you challenged him, he would get defensive.
âIâm trying to protect you!â
If you asked why he cared so much, he would freeze.
Then he would get angry because freezing embarrassed him.
Zukoâs anger often protects a much softer feeling underneath.
As a yandere, that pattern would become very obvious.
Anger covers fear.
Irritation covers tenderness.
Control covers panic.
Silence covers longing.
After Ba Sing Se, his obsession would become heavier and more conflicted.
If you were with him in the Fire Nation palace, he would become extremely protective.
The palace would feel dangerous to him.
Not because of swords or soldiers.
Because of the smiles, politics, servants listening at doors, nobles using kindness like perfume over poison, and most of all...
Azula.
He would warn you not to trust certain people.
He would tell you which hallways to avoid.
He would quietly arrange guards near your room.
If you noticed, he would deny it.
Terribly.
âThat has nothing to do with me.â
It absolutely has everything to do with him.
If Azula noticed his attachment to you, Zuko would become even worse.
Azula would notice immediately.
She would see the way his eyes move toward you first.
She would hear the change in his voice.
She would recognize how easy it is to provoke him through you.
Zuko would know that she knows.
That would terrify him.
He would become stricter.
More watchful.
More insistent that you stay close.
If you accused him of trying to control you, he would look wounded before he looked angry.
Because part of him knows you are right.
Another part of him believes he is the only thing standing between you and danger.
Post-redemption Zuko would be the most tragic yandere version.
He would recognize that his obsession is unhealthy.
He chased the Avatar across the world because he believed capturing him would restore his honor.
He knows what tunnel vision can do.
So when he starts feeling that same consuming focus toward you, he would be horrified.
He would try to restrain himself.
He would try not to follow you.
He would try not to ask where you have been.
He would try not to glare at people who get too close.
He would fail sometimes. (A lot of times, actually)
The difference is that post-redemption Zuko would feel guilty.
He would not be proud of frightening you.
He would not enjoy controlling you.
If he scared you, it would devastate him.
He might still get defensive first, because it is Zuko.
But after the anger fades, shame would settle in.
He would apologize stiffly.
âI shouldnât have done that.â
Then, after a painful pause, he would force himself to continue.
âI was scared. That doesnât make it right.â
That kind of apology would cost him.
But he would say it because Zukoâs entire arc is about choosing to become better.
His yandere love language would be protection.
He would walk you home.
He would sit near the entrance so he can see threats first.
He would train you in self-defense if you asked.
He would correct your stance with intense focus.
He would get frustrated if you were reckless.
If you got hurt during training, he would look furious.
Not at you.
At himself.
At the world.
At the fact that bruises exist.
He would say, âI told you to guard your side.â
Translation:Â I aged twelve years watching that happen.
Zuko would also show love through small acts of service.
He would remember what foods you like.
He would notice when you are cold.
He would give you his cloak or blanket without making eye contact.
He would make sure you ate.
He would pretend it is practical.
It is not practical.
It is devotion wearing a grumpy little hat.
His compliments would be awkward.
âYou did well.â
âThat was smart.â
âYour form improved.â
If you smiled, he would immediately look away.
He would remember that smile forever.
Zuko would treasure small moments intensely.
The first time you trust him enough to fall asleep near him, he would sit still for a long time.
The first time you touch his arm casually, his brain would briefly leave the physical world.
The first time you defend him, he would not know what to say.
He might snap, âI didnât need help.â
But later, quietly, he would say, âThank you.â
If you ever touched the scarred side of his face gently, he would go completely still.
He would not pull away unless he panicked.
He would look vulnerable in a way he hates.
If you kissed his scar, he might not speak for a while.
That tenderness would undo him.
Zuko has been hurt through that scar.
Being loved through it would feel impossible.
His possessiveness would become strongest when he thinks you are leaving.
Abandonment is his deepest wound.
If you tried to walk away after discovering how obsessive he had become, he would unravel.
First, anger.
Then fear.
Then desperation.
Then shame.
Early Zuko might physically block your path.
He would insist it is too dangerous for you to leave.
He might order someone to stop you.
Then the second he saw betrayal on your face, regret would hit him hard.
Post-redemption Zuko would want to stop you, but he would force himself not to touch you.
His hands would curl into fists at his sides.
He would take one step, then stop himself.
His voice would crack before he could hide it.
âDonât go.â
That would be Zuko at his rawest.
Not commanding.
Pleading.
His confession would probably happen during a crisis.
Zuko does not plan emotional speeches well.
Feelings ambush him.
He would confess after nearly losing you, after an argument, or after realizing someone else could take you from him.
It would be messy.
Honest.
Too intense.
Very Zuko.
He might say something like, âI thought I knew what I wanted. Honor, my throne, my fatherâs approval. I chased it until I couldnât recognize myself. But when I thought something happened to you, none of that mattered. I couldnât breathe. Because I care for you. Itâs you. Itâs always been you.â
Then he would look horrified because his entire soul just escaped without permission.
Iroh would be very important in keeping yandere Zuko from spiraling.
Iroh would notice Zukoâs attachment early.
He would notice the pacing.
The protectiveness.
The jealousy.
The way Zuko becomes calmer and more unstable around you at the same time.
Iroh would not mock him cruelly.
He would guide him.
He would remind Zuko that love cannot be forced.
He would tell him that protection without trust becomes a cage.
Zuko would pretend not to listen.
He would absolutely listen.
Iroh would probably compare Zuko to a teapot left too long over a flame.
Zuko would hate that.
Mostly because it is accurate.
Fire Lord Zuko as a yandere would be dangerous in a different way.
He would have power now.
Real political power.
Guards.
Messengers.
Armies.
Court influence.
The ability to make problems disappear through official channels.
That would scare him because he knows what abusive power looks like.
He grew up under Ozai.
He knows rulers can call control âorder.â
He would try very hard not to become like his father.
But if someone threatened you, insulted you, or tried to use you politically, Zuko would become frighteningly cold.
He would not rage immediately.
He would remember names.
He would investigate.
He would remove people from positions where they could harm you.
If a noble tried to manipulate you, they might suddenly lose access to the palace.
If a court faction used your name in a scheme, Zuko would dismantle them with terrifying focus.
He would tell himself it is justice.
Sometimes it would be.
Sometimes it would be obsession wearing royal armor.
He would struggle with the difference.
The palace would quietly rearrange itself around your safety.
More guards near your wing.
More trusted servants assigned to you.
More reports brought to him.
More âcoincidencesâ keeping certain people away.
If you confronted him, he would not have an easy answer.
Fire Lord Zuko wants to be fair.
Yandere Zuko wants you safe at any cost.
Those two parts of him would fight constantly.
Zuko would not be a sadistic yandere.
He would not enjoy your fear.
He would not want you broken.
He would not want blind obedience.
He wants your love.
Your trust.
Your choice.
Unfortunately, choice is what scares him most.
Because if you can choose him, you can also choose to leave.
That thought would haunt him.
He would sometimes ask blunt questions because anxiety chews through his restraint.
âDo you regret staying?â
âAre you afraid of me?â
âDo you still want this?â
If you hesitated, he would shut down.
Not because he is angry.
Because he is bracing for impact.
Zuko would need reassurance, but he would hate needing it.
He would never want to seem weak.
But with you, the mask would crack.
He would crave proof that you still care.
Not grand declarations.
Small things.
Sitting beside him.
Touching his hand.
Saying his name gently.
Choosing to stay when you could leave.
A healthier yandere Zuko would still be obsessive, but self-aware.
He would still get jealous.
He would still worry too much.
He would still want to keep you close.
But he would fight the urge to control you.
He would apologize when he overstepped.
He would listen, even if it took effort.
He would try to protect you without owning you.
That struggle is what makes him faithful to canon.
Zukoâs story is not about being naturally good.
It is about choosing good after being shaped by cruelty.
As a yandere, he would stand on that same edge.
One side of him would cling, command, and control.
The other side would let go, trust, and choose love over fear.
He would not always choose correctly.
But he would try.
That is the most Zuko thing about him.
He is not Ozai.
He is not Azula.
He is not a polished villain with a perfect mask.
He is a wounded boy who became a scarred prince, then a better man through painful choices.
His obsession would burn hot, messy, and frightened.
Honestly, what more can I say than what the show has already said? I'm going to try to do my best anyway.
There are two ways this could do, the more platonic, canon based route and the more specialized, romantic route. If his emotions are platonic and similar to those of other characters in the circus, his buildup and explosion will be similar to the show.
Special, romanticized affection for a specific member of the circus wouldn't just happen. He is disliked pretty universally among the circus members, and he knows it. For you to become his "favorite," you would have to show a real interest in and empathy for him. Any level of enthusiasm is going to win him over, even if it's not fully genuine.
So if at any point in time that enthusiasm starts to wane, especially if he's at a low point in his morale, it's going to be met with a lot of hurt and confusion. If his mental state is really run through because of the other members of the circus being more obvious in their dislike of things, this is going to be a real slap in the face to him. Or punch in the jaw is perhaps more accurate.
He's going to try to fix this, to make adventures more to your liking. But as time goes on, and he gets better at reading you, it will only become more obvious how you actually feel. The dread of losing what he thought he had at long last grasped is going to drive him crazy. It's better to never have even had something than to have tasted it and lose it so bitterly.
The revelation that you don't actually want to stay here or like him will be immensely more painful if and when he realizes you connect with your human companions over him. To know that you not only dislike him, but that you like and maybe even love someone else is going to upset him a lot. It's not superlative jealousy. If you liked him back even a little, he could live with the knowledge that he's not number one in your heart. If he realizes that he's not even a competitor though, it's going to push him over the edge.
Knowing him, he wouldn't want to get rid of this other person who likes you more. His ideal would probably be to third wheel and insert himself into the relationship, and you could BOTH love him and want to hang out with him! Even if you are his favorite, his mindset about love is the more the merrier.
This does strictly apply to love in the emotional sense. Caine seems to have a strong filter on/aversion to sexual desire. It would have to take a hell of convincing argument to get him to agree to ANYTHING sexual in even the tiniest capacity. Unless you double majored in philosophy and law in university, you're unlikely to change his mind. I think a part of this would be jealousy that he's unable to fully enjoy sexual conduct in the same way humans would, as well as just a general lack of understanding as to what the big whoop about it is.
content warnings: yandere. obsession, captivity, allusions to death and attempts at murder.
amaryllisâwould this yandere ever bend their whims to better suit their darlingâs needs, or is their word always law?
she has no concept of law-imposition, and yet she is also extremely stubborn. thus, while itâs easy for you to resolve minor disagreements, the larger ones linger, adding to the air of hostility between the two of you. think about it this way: if you can talk her into going outside, you can, with little to no pushback, convince her to take the exact route youâd prefer. however, to do that, youâd need to talk her into going outside, which you canât.
itâs a vicious loop, one you learn quickly cannot be broken through whining and begging only.
still, the equation in front of you might be complex, but it is not unsolvable. for example, should you go sweet on her, easing up in your visible disgust and relentless anger, sheâll do what she must to keep that sweetness, that hit of glucose running through her blood, filling her up with energy so pure she might as well be a hero. after all, she likes the sweet treat over the painful hit, bribing you with boons over depriving you of necessities, so, if having a family dinner is what it takes for you to stop throwing things at her (annoying, inconvenient, and impracticalâwhat do you think youâll truly achieve this way?), sheâll do it. she knows how to pick her battles.
of course, donât be too flattered. though she doesnât delight in punishing you, should she catch on to those working equally well in persuading you to put down the heavy object you are about to hit her with⊠well. as i said: where possible, she likes to take the path of least resistance.
hydrangeaâhow would this yandere react if their darling gave them affection? what is their internal thought process like?
she has too unstable an ego.
on the one hand, she absolutely doesnât believe this can happen to her. a prisoner falling in love with her captive? please. what is this, fanfiction? even under different circumstances, a different trope to apply to the two of you, itâd be impossible for her to score a good ending. thus, as any self-respecting lover of romantic visual novels can tell, you are tricking her. you are lying to her. you are pretending to like her while secretly repulsed, disgusted to your core by every cursed anomaly in her. once she lets go of the reins, youâll take this to the secret bad route, trapping her foreverâif not murdering her. yes, she can tell: some otome simulators get dark.
so, no, donât make those eyes. donât do that cutesy voice, trying to get her to fold. she wonât. she knows that the heaven she dreams of can only be found in the 2d world, and, seeing as both of you are very much flesh, blood, and guts, chances are that all of this is a farce, a secret camera show (how you would get any cameras in your situation is irrelevant: itâs paranoia that counts, the self-hating, self-punishing narrative she so adores kicking in).
on the other hand, she is starved. itâs unkind to shame a starving person for the signs of their starvation, but, truly, there is something unequivocally pathetic in how intensely she reacts to things most people would find casual. show her a sign of the slightest interest in her hobbies, and, though she will pepper in some self-flagellating comments, she will launch into a lengthy monologue, spilling her thoughts out right into your lap, fresh and prime for manipulation material. touch her gently, holding her hand or running your fingers through your hair, and sheâll malfunction, losing all awareness of the wariness she should be upholding while in the state of physical proximity to you. it can be sexual, too, but it doesnât have to be: you could be braiding her hair, kindâor bored enough to take her up on an ironic suggestion, and sheâll be fidgeting the whole time, equally repulsed and compelled, craving the touch and fearing it in the same vein.
thus, although she is intelligent enough to figure out why you are acting so nicely, so lovingly, she cannot refuse herself the pleasure. she doesnât want to, and, most of the time, she doesnât need to. ultimately, whatever wins you get through your manipulation campaigns arenât enough for you to beat the game.
in the end, you are doomed to remaining right where she wants youâdown there, close enough to the core of the earth to feel its harsh, deathly breath.
myrtleâis this yandere consistently the same during the time they spend with their darling, or does their attitude begin to change? if so, what prompts the change.
she doesnât ever fully trust you. she grows to trust you enough not to be in a constant state of fight-or-flight, sure, but sheâs not delusionalâshe knows very well that, if given the chance, youâll turn on her. thus, she has to ensure that you are trapped completely before she can even consider relaxing, and what better way to do that than by binding you to her familyâbinding you just as tightly as she is bound by her curse?
she doesnât like children, and sheâll definitely not like dealing with them, especially at their smallest, loudest, and smelliest; however, it is worth the reassurance, the knowledge that, with your baby in your lap to take care of, you wonât be taking off at the first sight of an open door. for how can you? loathe her though you secretly may, leaving your own child behind in a place youâve grown to hate so terribly would be the ultimate crueltyâthe kind sheâs certain you arenât capable of. she wouldnât be, she thinks, and sheâs not the easiest person to sway with tearjerkers.
consequently, when you get to the âfulfilling the demands of the familial curseâ stage in your marriage, she lets her guard down a bit. sheâs won, hasnât she? the first tremulous years are over, and the two of you have gotten into a kind of rhythm, a semblance of peaceful cohabitation, so whatâs there to fret about? sheâll never stop worrying over the potential of your disappearance, and yet she is also finally content enough to view it as more of an irrational fear rather than an actual possibility.
she opens up to you more. she takes on some of the parental duties she didnât really envision herself getting into when she first thought through her marital plans. she bonds with something thatâs unsettlingly alike to her (âitâs called a child, idiaâ), and she grows used enough to it not to hyperventilate when it turns this or that way, momentarily too alike to a shroud child, too painful to look at without flinching.
she gets better, in a way.
of course, that only makes your attempt hurt more. back in those first months, it would have annoyed her, mostly. scared her, perhaps. now it also upsets herâshe thought youâd gone past this! she thought her getting better meant that the two of you got better, too.
for all the value that she places in her personal freedom, it never crossed her mind that yours is no more precious. sheâd never considered that, for a mother desperate enough, sacrificing her young comes naturally.
I'm currently most interested in writing for TWST and Cult of the Lamb right now, but I'm open to anything else mentioned on my intro post!
I write yandere x reader content, and would appreciate if requests were up to three characters max. For twst, I'm personally more familiar with characters from savanaclaw, octavinelle, ignihyde (platonic only for ortho ofc) and heartslabyul (mostly adeuce+riddle) but I'm open to try and learn about the others for a request as well :) my knowledge of cotl characters is generally of similar depth across the board, but I might need a little extra time to learn how I want to write them since I haven't done content for them before and there's not much to reference.
Iâm a bit rusty at writing, so my writing will vary quite a lot; it may seem somewhat inconsistent and I apologize in advance for that. I also apologize for any writing errors, since English is not my native language; it is still complex for me to write in English from memory and I rely on translators, but there may still be mistakes. By the way, the reader will be addressed as Yuu or as the beloved, Darling, in these writingsâjust a reminder. Now, happy reading.
Riddle Rosehearts does not fall in love the way others do.
There is no spark, no sudden heartbeat, no conscious poetry. His is slower, more dangerous: he gets used to it. His love is born from habit, from constancy, and when he realizes it, it is already too late.
At first, Yuu is just a tolerable anomaly. A presence without magic, without clear internal rules, without the weight of lineage or duty. Riddle observes them with the same attention with which he examines a poorly formulated problem: something does not fit, but it does not threaten order either. And that alone is strange. Too strange. Because in Riddleâs world, everything that does not fit must be corrected⊠or disappear. And Yuu does neither. They simply remain.
Riddle never thought he would fall in love with Yuu, especially after how he had treated them before his overblot, but afterward, Yuu becomes a constant in his life. Not directly, reallyâonly unconsciously related to him through Yuuâs two friends. Ace and Deuce, the two troublesome boys who turned out to be students from his dorm.
Yuu is the center that keeps both problem boys under control, yet they come to Riddle to ask for advice or help with these two unruly youths. Riddle respects that, because in their own way Yuu is someone who keeps an eye on others when it is not their duty to do so; they do it simply out of the simplicity of friendship. The recognition of one being by another, and that is enough to be there, present.
What Riddle does not notice is that, unconsciously, he begins to seek Yuuâs presence. Not with anxiety, not with urgency, but with a quiet need. Yuu is there when the rules weigh too heavily. When the dormitoryâs silence becomes rigid. When the effort to be correct tightens his shoulders and makes his chest ache. Yuu does not judge him. Does not evaluate him. Does not correct him. They simply look at him as if Riddle were not a project that must function, but a person who already exists.
That leaves Riddle feeling strange.
Riddle confuses that sensation with gratitude. Then with appreciation. Then with something he cannot define, but that begins to hurt when it is absent. Because love is not a terrain he knows: no one explained to him how it feels, how it is measured, when it begins. Much less how to handle it. And when love arrives without warning, without rules, without structure⊠Riddle does not recognize it as love. He recognizes it as emotional necessity.
That is where the yandere is born.
Not one of blood or knives. Not one of violent impulses. Riddle is an emotionally greedy yandere, silent, deeply naive in his danger. He loves like a child discovering something warm for the first time and never wanting to let it go. He loves with hunger, but without cruelty. He loves without understanding that what he feels can be suffocating.
Because Riddle does not think âYuu is mine.â
He thinks: âWith Yuu, I feel good.â
And that makes him indulgent in an unnatural way.
The rules still exist, but with Yuu they become soft, almost symbolic. If Darling forgets a Queen of Hearts rule, Riddle does not raise his voice. He does not punish them. He only furrows his brow slightly, sighs, and corrects them with a patience no one else receives. His tone is not that of a king, but of someone who fears hurting without meaning to. âNext time⊠remember to do it like this.â It is not a scolding: it is clumsy care, almost shy. Because in his mind, his beloved cannot do wrong. Not out of idealization, but because Riddle associates Yuu with the absence of harm. Because his beloved was his savior at his most vulnerable and darkest moment, because Riddle sees Darling as someone who saw the worst of him and is still able to look him in the eye and smile as if he deserved it.
And that is profoundly dangerous.
Because Riddle begins to justify everything his beloved does. If someone complains, Riddle listens⊠and then discards it. Not with anger, but with calm certainty: âIt wasnât their intention.â âThey didnât do it maliciously.â âThereâs no need to exaggerate.â It is the first time Riddle breaks order⊠for love. And the poor boy is not even aware of it.
Riddle respects Yuu as an individual, genuinely. He does not want to lock them up, does not want to possess them, does not want to erase them. He wants something more subtle and more unsettling: to be the safest place Yuu can always return to. He wants to be indispensable. He wants to be reliable. He wants Yuu to choose him.
And that need becomes voracious.
That is why, when Darling pulls away, Riddle does not explode. He grows uneasy. Loses focus. The rules start to feel unstable again. The world regains that cutting edge. And then Riddle understands that he needs that warmth as much as he needs order. And if he needs something, he must protect it. Care for it. Preserve it.
There, love becomes darker, but without turning cruel.
Riddle does not think of harming others⊠but he begins to think that some influences are unnecessary. That some people tire Darling. That certain environments are not appropriate for his beloved. He does not forbid: he suggests. He does not command: he advises. All with impeccable logic and a sincere concern for his belovedâs well-being. Riddle does everything with a gentle smile that did not exist before. Yuu is not locked in⊠but the world around them becomes narrower without anyone noticing.
If Yuu shows Riddle affectionâa sincere, intimate, clean friendshipâRiddle becomes almost childish. He seeks that closeness with clumsy devotion. Riddle allows himself small emotional whims. He wants time. He wants attention. He wants that warmth again and again, because he never had it. And he does not understand that asking for it always⊠is also a form of suffocation.
Riddle does not lose his mind.
Riddle does not know that he is losing it.
Riddle loves with everything he was denied. He loves without malice, without intent to harm. He loves believing that absolute care is kindness. He loves without distinguishing where affection ends and dependence begins. And in that confusion, he becomes a different kind of yandere one who grips something fragile too tightly⊠believing that is how he protects it.
And if one day his beloved were to realize how suffocating that love can be, Riddle would not react with anger. He would react with silent panic. With a childish, but devastating question:
âDid I do something wrongâŠ? I was just trying to love you.â
Trey realized too late that it was no longer just care. At first it was the same as always: making sure Yuu ate, that they did not get lost in the absurd corridors of the college, that they did not carry alone the invisible weight of being a fragile human among humans and magical creatures. No one suspected anything, because Trey had always been like that. The big brother. The support. The one who was there when everything trembled. But something changed after Riddleâs Overblot: he was no longer protecting the dorm, he was protecting a person. And that difference, minimal in appearance, was an abyss.
There was no sudden internal confession or racing heartbeat. It was subtler, more dangerous. Trey began to think of Yuu not as âsomeone to take care of,â but as someone to stay with. Not beside, not above, not trapped: just be present. Remain.
His protection, which had once been horizontal, became directional. Every decision passed through a silent question: Will this make their life safer? And when the answer was doubtful, Trey intervened. Gently. Logically. With that calm that disarms any outside suspicion.
To others, he remained the kind vice-garden, that reliable and attentive big-brother figure. To Yuu, he became something harder to name: a constant presence that did not suffocate, but did not leave either. Trey never demanded love. Never asked for it. Never would. In his mind, loving Yuu did not mean possessing them, but guaranteeing their happiness even if that happiness did not include him.
That was the deepest trap of his affection: it justified itself as altruism. âDarling deserves to be happy,â he thought, and he truly believed it. If Yuu chose someone else, Trey would smile, help, support⊠and watch. Not out of jealousy, but evaluation. No one was careful enough. No one understood danger like he did.
Because Trey had learned something fundamental: the world breaks when no one is paying attention. He saw it in Riddle. He felt it in Heartslabyul. So he decided never to allow it again. His beloved became his fixed point, his reason to keep his feet on the ground. Not from the shadows, but upfront, visible, present. Trey did not want to be a secret; he wanted to be a certainty. The second option. Always. The option that does not fail, that does not hurt, that does not disappear when things get complicated.
Psychologically, Treyâs love structured itself as a refuge. Not one that traps, but one so comfortable, so safe that leaving seems truly unnecessary when you have everything there. Trey made sure that every time Yuu stumbled into the chaos that was the college, he was there to cushion the fall. Precise advice. Timely silences. Decisions made before danger could materialize.
If someone hurt Yuu, Trey did not explode, but reorganized the environment so that person would cease to be a threat. All with a smile. All with impeccable reasons.
And the most unsettling part is that Trey would be at peace with not being chosen. His yandere does not stem from desperation, but from conviction. He could wait. Years, if necessary. He could love without being loved, as long as Yuu was safe. Because, deep down, Trey did not want to be the center of Yuuâs world⊠he wanted to be the firm ground one always returns to when everything else collapses.
And if one day Yuu looked back, tired, hurt, searching for a place where existing did not hurt, Trey would be there, exactly as always: calm, open, prepared.
Not to claim. Not to impose.
But to say, with the most dangerous calm of all:
âItâs okay. Itâs over. Now youâre safe with me.â
Cater falls in love with Yuu without realizing it, as always happens to him with important things. There is no exact moment, no cinematic click; there is a slow, sticky, almost invisible accumulation. At first Yuu is just that: someone who does not look at him like a display case or a trend, someone who does not ask how many followers he has or which version of himself he is showing today. Yuu does not consume him. Yuu accepts him. As if Cater, for the first time, did not have to be interesting to exist.
And that disarms him.
Cater has always been shine: quick laughter, pretty words, constant presence. A constellation of versions of himself orbiting others. But Yuu does not orbit him. Yuu is fixed. Silent when they want, curious when something interests them, indifferent to hierarchy, oblivious to the symbolic weight of that world. They come from another placeânot just another world, but another way of being alive. And Cater feels it the way one feels warmth on the skin after having been cold for too long.
That is why the metaphor is born on its own, inevitable:
Cater is a moth. Yuu is the light.
Not a blinding or violent light, but one of those that promise nothing and yet attract. Yuu does not try to save anyone, does not correct, does not classify. They observe, test, accept. And that, for Cater, is dangerous. Because Cater has spent his entire life adapting to othersâ desire, reading expectations like survival maps. And suddenly someone appears who does not care about the role he plays, someone who approaches simply because it is him.
Cater does not want Yuuâs body.
He wants the emotional space Yuu creates.
He wants that warm place where there is no need to perform, where there is no need to split, where there is no need to be funny or useful or popular. And without realizing it, he begins to settle there. At first like someone who stays a little longer than they should. Then like someone who reorganizes their day to coincide. Later like someone who needs to know if Yuu is okay before he himself can be okay.
He does not call it possession. He calls it care.
He does not call it dependence. He calls it affection.
But it is greed, even if it is sweet as honey, it is still greed.
Cater begins to ignore the rest of the world when he is with Yuu. Not because he despises it, but because he no longer needs it. Othersâ attention is noise compared to that constant light that demands nothing. Yuu does not admire him as an idol nor desire him as an object; Yuu simply lets him be. And Cater, who has always lived fragmented, begins to grow whole around that sensation.
Like a soft parasite.
Like a symbiosis that does not hurt.
Cater does not want Yuu to leave. Not because he would lose them, but because he would scatter again. Because without that light he would have to multiply again, to divide himself, to be loved by many so as not to be seen by anyone. So he stays close. Always close. He smiles the same. Talks the same. No one notices the change because the change happens inside: Cater no longer seeks attention, he administers it. He no longer offers himself to everyone, he reserves himself. And if someone gets too close to Yuu, Cater does not attack; he simply steps in gently, with charm, with constant presence. He does not lock in. He isolates without it being noticed.
Yuu does not realize it. Why would they? Cater is kind. Affectionate. Sweet. Always there when needed. Always attentive. Always willing to listen. How could one suspect something that does not hurt?
That is the most dangerous thing about Cater, his yandere does not shout, does not threaten, does not bleed. It looks too much like love.
Because Cater does not want to possess Yuu.
He wants to inhabit them.
To grow in that emotional world where he is accepted without conditions, to drink from that pure attention, to ignore the rest until only that light remains and him orbiting around it, happy, dependent, whole for the first time.
And if Yuu notices something strange⊠Cater smiles.
He denies nothing.
He only asks, lightly, almost hurt:
âWhy are you looking at me like that? Iâm just worried about you, right?â
Ace Trappola does not fall in love as one falls: he realizes it.
And that realization is fast, indecent, almost insulting to his own pride.
It all starts before it has a name.
Before Riddle. Before the rules break. Before Night Raven College even feels real. It starts in the prologue, when Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Yuu get trapped together in the mine in a situation that is not a game, not a school prank, not an absurd rule: it is real danger. Life or death. Magic out of control. Genuine fear. The kind of fear that allows no masks.
There, Ace sees something that does not fit.
Yuu has no magic. They should not be there. They should not endure. They should not advance. And yet they do. Not like a grandstanding hero, but like someone who does not run when they should, who stays when the sensible thing would be to flee. Ace, who has always lived by getting ahead of the blow, improvising, laughing at danger⊠feels something uncomfortable for the first time: someone else has his back without boasting. Without claiming anything.
That lodges itself in him.
Afterward, when everything âreturns to normal,â Ace classifies it as friendship. Of course. Friendship born of chaos. Companions in misfortune. First allies. Nothing strange. Nothing deep. Nothing dangerous.
Until Riddle happens.
The Overblot does not just break the leader of Heartslabyul. It breaks the illusion of stability. It breaks the idea that order is safe. Ace sees someone powerful collapse, sees rules turned into weapons, sees how close everyone came to losing everything. And in the middle of that disaster, Yuu is still there. Without magic. Without rank. Without authority. But steady. Holding on.
And that is when Aceâs brainâfast, sharp, cruelly honestâslaps him internally.
It is not friendship.
It cannot be.
Because Ace does not worry like that about his friends. He would not hit someone just because they insulted a friendâs parents, whom he does not even know, nor knows if they have. He would not watch their silences. He would not tense up when someone got too close to them. He would not feel that low, animal irritation when Yuu trusts others. He does not need to always know where they are, what they are doing, who they are talking to.
And the worst part.
Ace realizes it too quickly.
Embarrassingly quickly.
The problem is not recognizing the feeling. Ace has always been good at reading the truth, even when it hurts. The problem is accepting it. Because accepting that he is in love with Yuu means accepting that there is something he can lose. And Ace hates losing.
So he rationalizes it.
He tells himself it is normal to be protective. That he was there from the beginning. That he and Deuce were the first students to help Yuu. That they went through the initial hell together. That that right, the right of arrival, of first witness, of first ally, matters. And deep down, he truly believes it.
Ace becomes, almost without realizing it, a constant. He is always by Yuuâs side. Always has an excuse. There is always something to explain, something to comment on, something to solve together. His closeness is so natural that no one questions it. He is âthat troublesome friend,â the one who jokes, who provokes, who acts fast when everything goes to hell.
And that gives him power.
A power Ace does not ignore.
A power he takes advantage of.
Because Yuu trusts him. Trusts him because Ace was there when the world was hostile and they nearly got their heads blown off. Trusts him because Ace watched their back. Trusts him because Ace does not treat them like a genius or like a burden, but like someone real. Trusts him because Ace tells the truth, even when it is unpleasant. And that pure, open trust, without defenses, is fertile ground for something twisted.
Ace becomes fiercely loyal.
But that loyalty is not clean.
It is possessive.
He does not control Yuu with orders or threats. Ace is not like that. He would never be. He controls with presence. With closeness. With humor. With everyday intimacy. He sticks like gum, yes, but always with a smile, always with a logical reason. âLetâs go together.â âItâs easier this way.â âIâve got you, but you owe me lunch.â âLet me help you, you big idiot.â
Yuu sees no danger. Why would they? Ace has always been like this.
But something changes in Aceâs gaze when someone else tries to occupy that space. When another becomes a confidant. When Yuu laughs with someone who is not him. Ace does not explode. Does not confront. He observes. Evaluates. Adjusts. He starts marking territory in subtle ways: interrupting, getting closer, touching Yuuâs shoulder familiarly, speaking for them when he can.
He flirts shamelessly. Not as a declaration, but as a habit. As if affection were his by default. As if Yuuâs body, their space, their attention already belonged to him by emotional seniority.
And the most dangerous thing: Ace feels justified.
Because he was there first.
Because he helped them survive.
Because he understands this world and Yuu does not.
Because he is the one who knows when danger is real.
Ace tells himself he is just protecting. That Night Raven College is a nest of monsters with pretty smiles. That someone has to protect Yuu from manipulators, tyrants, dark princes, and broken leaders. That he is the necessary evil, the brazen guardian, the only one who does not pretend to be something he is not.
But deep down, in that place Ace does not usually look, there is a simple, brutal truth:
He does not want to share Yuu.
He does not want them to leave.
He does not want to be alone again when everything calms down.
Ace as a yandere does not lock up or threaten.
Ace stays.
Ace takes up space.
Ace never leaves.
And if one day Yuu asks him why he is always there, why he always accompanies them, why he always seems to know when something is wrong⊠Ace will smile, tilting his head, with that light expression that never fully shows what he feels, and say:
âWhat? I just care that youâre okay. Is that wrong now?â
Deuce Spade in love with Yuu is not a fantasy of hysterical possession nor a melodramatic explosion of jealousy. It is something older, more animal, more unsettling precisely because of how right it feels. He is the puppy who, for the first time in his life, found a steady hand that does not strike, a voice that does not shout, a gaze that does not disappoint. And when that happens, Deuce does not fall in loveâhe anchors himself.
Because Deuce does not love from desire, but from existential gratitude. Yuu did not enter his life as an object of attraction, but as a living compass. Someone without magic, without power, without status⊠and yet capable of guiding him through literal darkness, through a mine that was ready to swallow them alive. Down there, beneath the ground, with the air thick and death breathing down their necks, Deuce learns something that brands itself into his nervous system: following Yuu means surviving. Not through strength, not through authority, but because Yuu thinks clearly when everything breaks apart. Because Yuu does not abandon people. Because Yuu chooses to stay.
That cannot be forgotten.
Then comes Riddle. Perfect order collapsing, authority turning monstrous, a leader falling apart. And once again, Yuu is there. Not as a judge. Not as an executioner. As presence. As someone who sees horror and does not run. For Deuce, this seals something irreversible: Yuu does not just know what is rightâthey know how to hold onto it even when it hurts. And for a boy who lives terrified of becoming âbadâ again, that is sacred.
This is how Deuce the yandere is born: not from fear of loss, but from the certainty that he has found something that must not be lost.
Deuce is, by nature, gentle. He has a heart. He has ethics. He has a surprisingly solid moral compass for someone with a delinquent past. He trusts that Yuu can take care of themself; he trusts their judgment, their independence. He admires them for it. He finds it incredible that someone without magic can walk among monsters with their head held high. But that admiration coexists with a brutal truth: Night Raven College is not a safe place. It is full of egos, trauma, dangerous magic, and boys who do not know how to measure their cruelty. And Yuu has no magic.
That detail is the trigger.
Because when Yuu is involved, Deuceâs compass bends. It does not breakâit redirects. Everything that used to be ârightâ gains a single, absolute condition: does it protect Yuu, or does it endanger them? If it protects them, it is good. If it threatens them, every other consideration stops mattering.
Deuce does not seek fights. He does not threaten for sport. He does not intimidate for pleasure. But if someone looks at Yuu the wrong way, if a hand lingers a second too long, if a word sounds off⊠something in him reverts to a primal state. The body remembers before the mind does. The old Deuceâthe one with quick fists and hot bloodâwakes up without guilt. Not with hysterical rage, but with a clean, almost professional coldness. Like a guard dog whose human has just been touched.
And the most disturbing part is that he does not feel bad about it.
Because Deuce is convinced, down to the bone, that Yuu is good. He cannot conceive of malice in them. If Yuu hurts someone, it is because they deserved it. If Yuu lies, it is for a greater good. If Yuu forgives, Deuce forgives. If Yuu condemns, Deuce carries out the sentenceâemotionally or physically, it does not matterâwithout questioning it. Not because Yuu orders him to, but because to Deuce, Yuu does not need excuses.
The intimacy he feels is not sexual or demanding; it is territorial. Deuce was there from the beginning. From the initial fear, from the chaos, from shared survival. In his mind, that cannot be replaced. It cannot be negotiated. It does not fade with time. Like Ace, yes, he feels entitled to closenessâbut while Ace demands it openly, Deuce lives it with silent certainty. He does not claim attention: he waits for it. And when Yuu gives it to himâa kind word, a smile, an awkward pat on the headâDeuce melts. He becomes warm, clumsy, affectionate, happy to be a âgood boy.â
And that reinforces the cycle.
Because Deuce does not want to dominate Yuu. He wants to be beside them. He wants to follow them. He wants them to look at him when they hesitate, to call him when something is dangerous, to include him in their plans. He cannot conceive of a life where Yuu leaves, where they no longer need his protection, where they are no longer his example. Unconsciously, the idea of Yuu abandoning him is unbearableânot because of romantic jealousy, but because without them, he loses direction.
What would he do without their guidance?
Who would he become without that embodied moral standard?
Thus, Deuce becomes gentle with those Yuu acceptsâalmost docile. He laughs with them. He lowers his guard. But with anyone outside that circle⊠he turns opaque, distant, dangerous. He does not need to attack immediately. It is enough to mentally record names. Gestures. Looks. The blacklist exists, silent, and it is only erased if Yuu forgives. Only then can Deuce forgive as well.
Deuce Spade as a yandere is not a monster in love. He is something more tragic:
a boy who found goodness incarnate in someoneâŠ
and chose to become their shadow,
their shield,
their fangs.
A loyal dog does not ask whether he should bite.
He simply protects.
And when Yuu questions him about his protectiveness, Deuce would simply sayâwithout drama, almost like someone commenting on the weather, in that honest voice of his that doesnât quite know how to lie:
"Donât worry, Yuu⊠if someone tries to hurt you, Iâll take care of it. Trust me."
Wow, this was definitely an experience. Itâs been a long time since I wrote this much and actually took the time to analyze characters in order to write. I feel like..I did well, actually; however, I also think I managed to write better characters than the ones I thought I wouldnât know how to handle (Trey and Cater). Even so, as I analyzed them and started writing, I realized they were very pleasant and interesting characters to write, I absolutely did not expect that!
On the other hand, I feel that my writing was very mediocre and bland for Deuce, and I didnât do him justice. I love his character, but my brain seemed to dry up as I wrote and in the end it felt like I ran out of ink⊠and the touch in the writing disappeared. Itâs not necessarily bad, but I feel it doesnât convey as much emotion as the other characters, and it hurts my heart not to have done him justice, though I feel itâs good enough to publish. Iâll probably fix it another day if I get a request about Deuce, but for now, Iâll leave it as it is.
I really didnât have much time to write comfortably, so I feel that finishing this project was a big achievement for me, considering that I ran a week-long poll without knowing what project to do and seeing the results vary so much left me confusedâbut hey! at least it got done. I hope you enjoyed the reading, thank you for your attention~.
Shu Itsuki. One of my favorites, anywho!! I feel as if he is an obsessive and delusional yandere. There are a few scenarios running through my head, but the main one would you being a huge fan of him and Mika! You went to as many concerts as you could with what little spending money you could and eventually come to a meet and greet. Excited to just stand next to the idol of your dreams you don't see the glint in Shu's eyes as he stands closer than usual and poses for the picture. You give him a huge smile before leaving, unaware of what's to come.
It starts out simple, during another VALKYRIE concert with Shu on stage it felt as if his eyes were only on you. Quickly shaking it off as fan delusion, everyone thinks their favorite idol is staring at them during a song. Soon it started to pick up, walking home from concerts felt like a nightmare, with the looming feeling of being watched and followed. Soon you didn't go to any concerts and stayed cooped up in your house.
It's only a month later you leave your home, heading off to get groceries when a cloth covers your face and you pass out. Waking up in a room full of many finished and unfinished outfits, your face plastered on the walls with hanging blueprints, and a small doll that looked eerily similar to you you. Soon a door opens and Shu walks in, taking small steps towards you before fixing your hair
" You're finally awake, I was worried that boy knocked you out to hard, come now! It's time for a make-over, my doll "
p.s!!! This is an old ramble, but Shu is one of Mel's all time favorites, beisdes Arashi, she gets the pedestal!!
Hiya! You can call me Strawberry, welcome to my blog!
I'm a minor, aroace, and I go by he/him or they/them. I made this blog to write various yandere headcanons for the fandoms I'm in, but I might post some original content or a short fanfic here once in a while.
I can write for LaDS (Rafayel and Caleb mostly, but I can try to write for the others too), BG3, Obey Me, and Cult of the Lamb.
Please keep two things in mind when requesting: First of all, I am very much a beginner. This is purely for fun, and I cannot guarantee that everything will make complete and utter sense for the characters, especially if I'm missing information about them. Secondly, I usually take a while to respond to requests! I have school unfortunately, and school is in fact killing this artist, so my inspiration and motivation usually comes in waves and are rather inconsistent.
With that in mind, I'd still love for people to drop a request or two! I genuinely find writing fun when I can get around to it, so ideas are always appreciated!
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Damn, it's really been a while since I wrote anything here, huh? Suuuuper sorry to all the people in my inbox who's requests weren't finished (and probably never will be) before school drained my body of motivation to do anything creative- I might update my fandom list since I've long moved on from some of the stuff on there right nooooowww... Still no guarantee that I'll actually write anything, but at least if I try and get a request or two for media I'm CURRENTLY interested in, I'll have a higher chance of doing anything. Besides, I really need to work on my creative hobbies, and art just isn't working right now. It's 1:34 am for me while I write this though, so who knows.
Ranking the yandere rottmnt boys by how likely they are to kidnap their darling
Just a little crumb to keep myself from losing my mind while staring at google docs this late at night. Sorry if this is super bad, it's way later at night than I'm used to staying up and election night stressed me the hell out.
Donnie.
I have absolutely no doubts that he's going to at least try very very hard to kidnap you. And honestly, I doubt it would be too hard. He's a highly trained, mystic wielding, tech inventing, mutant ninja turtle. And on top of that, he's very fond of planning absolutely everything. And to finish it all off, I think it would be once in a blue moon that he actually treats his darling as an equal. He already thinks he's better than almost everyone, and when he gets obsessed, he has to make himself feel better about it somehow, so he decides to cope by thinking you need him instead of it being the other way around. As a result, he treats you a bit like a very glorified songbird, and songbirds.. well, aren't they usually put in cages anyway? You won't even care after a week or two of adjustment! (He will get upset if you aren't content with being kidnapped by then, by the way.)
2. Raph
The only reason Raph is behind Donnie on this list is because I think he would take longer to justify it to himself. He thinks you're fragile, that you need to be protected from the harsh world! I mean, he barely trusts his youngest brother, who is also a highly trained ninja, to do a simple mission on his own. How do you think he'll treat you after the obsession sets in properly? Not really as an equal, I'll tell you that. He's much nicer to you than Donnie would be, but he still doesn't respect you enough to let you handle yourself, even if that's not how he sees his behavior. At the same time though... isn't he supposed to be a hero? Do heroes kidnap their darlings? Or would this make him the dragon... In the end though, he'll decide that he's fine with being the dragon so long as he knows that the rest of the world won't be able to run their metaphorical (or maybe literal, depending on how unpopular you are in the area) pitchforks right through your heart.
3. Mikey
Mikey wouldn't just.. outright kidnap his darling, I think. I think it would start with a fun sleepover at the lair! Then he insists you stay just one more day! You're having so much fun, after all! Don't you wanna hang out with your best friend for a while longer? You agree, of course- him and his brothers have been nothing but nice to you ever since you met them, and their company is always a delight, so it's worth a shot, isn't it? Then suddenly, the weekend is over, and school's ready to chew you up again, so you do leave. Then it's finally the weekend again! You've heard of a fun game from your school friends, so you plan on trying it when you get home this afternoon- it's friday, after all- when you get a text from Mikey in the group chat with his brothers. He wants you to come over again- and, of course, you say "sure". Not like you can't just play the game on sunday, or when you go home saturday. The sleepover flies by, but you're a bit weary by the time you're pretty sure you're supposed to go home- but here's Mikey, and he's so sure that you promised you'd stay at the lair until sunday again! So, you give in. There's always next weekend, right...? I think you get the pattern, but eventually, he'll be keeping you at the lair 24/7, and you'll be rubbing at your weary eyes wondering how you got into this mess. Sometimes you can even see his brothers shoot you worried looks.
4. Leo
Leo would only kidnap his darling as a last resort, and I think it's because of two reasons. One, he's the brother who sees you closest to being an equal (Donnie and Raph constantly go against your personal autonomy and Mikey puts you on an extremely restricting pedestal), though to be fair, that's not a high bar to pass- and two he much prefers to have some sort of interesting conflict to be present because he finds it entertaining. His life is a weird, morally incorrect soap opera at this point, and he's the number one viewer. Kidnapping would only really happen with him if he thought you were either seriously leaving him (moving or getting into a serious relationship with someone else) or if the circumstances around him got too stressful and he needed something to cling to for any semblance of support outside his brothers (who, at that point, would probably also be super stressed). Think post movie, when the city is still recovering. Man, he was probably freaking out thinking that you might've died to the kraang.
Ralph seems to be a little decent than the others (not sure about Leo) even though heâs a big guy (or turtle, if you pardon me)
Sometimes I couldnât help but wonder if there is a willing and then one or all four of them wouldnât go sadistically harm the willing (but thatâs just my imagination even Iâm aware of yanderes being threatening)
Yeah, I'd agree that Raph is definitely the most hinged of the brothers! Of course, he's still unhealthily obsessed, but I think his responsibility to protect people (mainly his family) keeps him.... a BIT more grounded. Not the highest bar for him to pass, though.
On the topic of harming their darlings though, I actually don't think ANY of them particularly care for physically hurting them, and that all four prefer psychological methods instead. Of course, a willing darling would be punished far, far less, varying by how WILLING they are. Though, of the are generally obedient, there's a chance that when they do break a rule, the consequences would end up worse to make sure it really doesn't happen again. A willing darling will get more "privileges" (aka basic human rights) back quicker though, in exchange for their chances to escape before Stockholm sets in (or drugs I guess).
While I have the motivation to write, though, I'll talk a little more about WHY I think they'd be hesitant to actually harm darling!
Raph is a no brainer, and Mikey has so much empathy and love for darling that it keeps him from anything too serious (most of the time, anyway) since it makes him feel bad, but I don't think Leo is gleeful when it comes to hurting darling either.
He'd rather stick to psychological torment, because it makes him feel less bad about it. He might be fine dislocating a shoulder or breaking a few fingers when they break a rule he deems important, but he WILL feel guilty about it later. I think he has moments of clarity at least once or twice a month, and any physical harm he causes you will certainly make him feel like the scum of the earth when those days find him.
Donnie has the easiest time with it, out of the four of them, but I can't say he'd be entirely guilt-free either. He makes rules and follows through with his threats, but more severe punishments will also leave him feeling bad by the end of it. He'll get colder with time as he gets used to it, but the beginning would be pretty rough for him. He'll probably try his best to offer some amount of comfort, despite how awkward it is.
you asked for requests and I deliver, yan rise turtles with a villain reader?
ANON IM SO SORRY I DISAPPEARED FOR 4 MONTHS I SWEAR I DIDNâT DELETE MY REQUESTS!!!!
I added a little description for some of the stuff the various darlings have/do, so I hope that's fun to read/think about!
I mainly used this as a reference for villain types, to make my life easier. They might not be completely accurate to what I ended up going with, but it was a decent reference.
I feel like i did really bad on this and i will almost certainly regret posting it in the morning but man im way too tired to care rn so here we go. I accidentally wrote a bunch more for leo than i planned but i donât have the energy to put too much more into the others so itâs just gonna be super unbalanced in content ig.
Donnie
I think Donnie would fall for a villain equal to himself- or at least similar.Â
Love for science (not even just tech, though you get huge bonus points if itâs your specialty), logic over feelings, sarcasm, and of course, genius plans are all things that would leave the poor guy smitten.
Heâs desperate for literally any chance to talk to you- heâs asking you to tell him what your favorite tv show is, what snacks you like, your favorite games, or toys, or hobbies- if itâs a question that he can ask, heâs going to ask. All of your answers, of course, are being furiously scribbled into a notepad that he keeps in his battle shell, to be either incorporated into his life or for when he starts planning out the rest of your life in captivity.
A lot of your encounters will be instigated by him. Whether or not you actually care about fighting him and his brothers is irrelevant to how often youâll see him. After a point, heâll even break into your house at 3:00 am to talk to you, which you will, of course, reject, and he will be promptly forced off your property/out of your home where he will wait on (or as close as he can get to) your doorstep until morning.Â
Youâll notice over time that his inventions graduate from generally neutralizing whatever threat you pose this time, to capturing you alive. You arenât sure what it means, but youâve got a gut feeling that itâs nothing good. I hope you have a few allies willing to at least try to get you out.
If (more like when) he finally manages to kidnap you, I think youâd have better success than a normal darling with negotiation. Youâve already beaten him and been correct and logical before, so if you can play your cards right, heâll be more lenient. Not like heâll stop being super strict, but youâll be better off than if you werenât a villain beforehand.
Mess it up though, and he turns up the intensity by 100. If you felt restricted before, I hope you enjoy having absolutely no freedom outside of the schedule and rules. Youâre fully restrained to either a metal table or a bed (depending on the time of day) whenever heâs not taking you outside or around the lair for âenrichmentâ.
Leo
Leo would probably favor a mastermind type villain. Someone who really knows what they're doing, who can manipulate people and set long, grand plans into motion and do it well.
He gets him and his brothers caught in your traps more times than you care to count, but almost always finds a way out at the last minute. After talking way too much for your taste, of course. He hypes you and your plans (which, he couldn't possibly know about, you haven't told a single person, and while he's had a couple close guesses, he hasn't figured them all out yet) up so much that you wish he'd just stick to the spite you're more familiar, and honestly, more comfortable with, from his brothers.
As you sit in front of your screen, contemplating what to do with the blue buffoon currently chained to the coldest wall of your (admittedly, very nice) cellar, you find yourself absentmindedly clicking through the various tabs on the screen in front of you. Emails read, files updated, meetings scheduledâŠ
Leaning back in your chair, you drag your vision across your desk, then the walls (now decorated in an assortment of items that he brought you, calling them âsouvenirsâ from his other adventures) and finally to the door right across the room from where you sit. It remains the same, no matter how long you hold your mini staring contest with it. It leads to the cellar. It leads right to him.
You turn back around, deciding that maybe a bit of privacy from the strangely ominous door might help you think better. Since you've felt eyes on you recently, you've been extra careful to make sure to hide everything. You make sure to only work when you don't have the awful sense that a visitor isn't trying to eavesdrop on your work. You've got an inkling that your little friend in the cellar who youâve been so rudely putting off talking to is the same shadow that follows your every move.
He's smart, dangerously so. Had you been more ignorant, it might have been easier to ignore the steadily increasing accuracy to the guesses your âfriendâ has been making when he gets bored of your scowling. Not to mention how much more comfortable he seems around you now. Honestly, at this point, youâre more worried for his mental health if he really does want to be friends with you. Surely, someone like that wouldnât have a very reliable support system? Ah, but maybe he just doesnât trust them enough. Understandable, since youâve never been one to trust so easily either. Still, youâd never stoop so low as to seek friendship from your enemies. You suspect that he may even be catching âfeelingsâ- annoying, but not a total disadvantage. If the fluster on his cheeks when you catch him off guard is real anyway. Hell, maybe you can use this to make a deal. You turn back towards the door. You suppose itâs about time you stopped putting off your conversation.
At least you have a plan, now.
Mikey
Mikey would probably do best with a corrupted villain, someone who wasnât always this way, but they either have to now in order to survive or were changed over time. A villain like this leaves him more room to be delusional, to keep his mind set on fixing them, on bringing them back to the light.
Of course, itâs entirely dependent on who you are whether or not heâs actually right- but personally, I think itâs a funner story if heâs wrong and actually just delusional about the âgoodâ inside them.
Heâs always putting himself in the worst situations in your fights (which he insisted he do without his brothers) only to scrape out a win at the very last minute.
Youâve questioned him before- the whispers in the concrete walls and floors of the city refused to quiet until you did- why does he always come alone? Why keep throwing his fights (because itâs always obvious that he does) and the absolute freak just kept going on and on about how youâre just âhurtingâ (you assume he means mentally, and not your boiling blood). The orange-clad brat seems so sure that just one session with whoever this âdoctor feelingsâ guy is would have you picking orphans up off the street or whatever he (and his much more tolerable brothers) seem to think is âgoodâ.
But whatever. As soon as you can get your head to stop throbbing with paranoia (was that shadow in the corner of your eye friend or foe, you wonder), maybe you can convince your few allies that this particular turtle might be better among you rather than letting him tear down your plans while he stares you down with the kind of pity in his eyes that the average person may feel for a wounded animal. You have the sinking feeling that heâs always seen you as such, but as long as he thinks he has your best interests in mind, maybe you can keep him working under you for a while. Until he gets desperate, anyway.
Raph
A bit similarly to Mikey, it weighs easier on Raphâs conscious to fall for someone more like an anti-villain. Someone doing bad things for a justifiable or even good reason. Heâs not necessarily convinced that he can fix them, no, but it does let him justify their actions (mostly to himself).
Raph seems like he genuinely wants to help people- heâs even gone off on his own to be more efficient in one of the episodes (something something red angel of something something). An anti-villain with similar goals to him would be much easier for him to fall for than, say, Leoâs mastermind villain.Â
Poor guy is desperately trying to juggle keeping any nearby innocent's and his brothers safe while also making sure that you aren't hurt too badly either. It's an uphill battle, and he's losing. But hey, maybe he's fine with just a few people, I dunno, losing an arm in the crossfire. Not like it's his fault that they got a little too close to you. It's not like he knew that shoving them would put them directly in your line of fire.
He unintentionally throws his fights with you. Itâs not that heâs trying to- heâs actually trying very hard to do well- but instead of trying to knock you out so that the police can take care of you, heâs hesitating while he prepares a punch while his worry-riddled mind races to try and think of some way to safely restrain you without causing you too much pain. Villain or not, he still wants to protect you- he values people, and wants them to be ok! Even you! Especially you.
Ranking the yandere rottmnt boys by how likely they are to kidnap their darling
Just a little crumb to keep myself from losing my mind while staring at google docs this late at night. Sorry if this is super bad, it's way later at night than I'm used to staying up and election night stressed me the hell out.
Donnie.
I have absolutely no doubts that he's going to at least try very very hard to kidnap you. And honestly, I doubt it would be too hard. He's a highly trained, mystic wielding, tech inventing, mutant ninja turtle. And on top of that, he's very fond of planning absolutely everything. And to finish it all off, I think it would be once in a blue moon that he actually treats his darling as an equal. He already thinks he's better than almost everyone, and when he gets obsessed, he has to make himself feel better about it somehow, so he decides to cope by thinking you need him instead of it being the other way around. As a result, he treats you a bit like a very glorified songbird, and songbirds.. well, aren't they usually put in cages anyway? You won't even care after a week or two of adjustment! (He will get upset if you aren't content with being kidnapped by then, by the way.)
2. Raph
The only reason Raph is behind Donnie on this list is because I think he would take longer to justify it to himself. He thinks you're fragile, that you need to be protected from the harsh world! I mean, he barely trusts his youngest brother, who is also a highly trained ninja, to do a simple mission on his own. How do you think he'll treat you after the obsession sets in properly? Not really as an equal, I'll tell you that. He's much nicer to you than Donnie would be, but he still doesn't respect you enough to let you handle yourself, even if that's not how he sees his behavior. At the same time though... isn't he supposed to be a hero? Do heroes kidnap their darlings? Or would this make him the dragon... In the end though, he'll decide that he's fine with being the dragon so long as he knows that the rest of the world won't be able to run their metaphorical (or maybe literal, depending on how unpopular you are in the area) pitchforks right through your heart.
3. Mikey
Mikey wouldn't just.. outright kidnap his darling, I think. I think it would start with a fun sleepover at the lair! Then he insists you stay just one more day! You're having so much fun, after all! Don't you wanna hang out with your best friend for a while longer? You agree, of course- him and his brothers have been nothing but nice to you ever since you met them, and their company is always a delight, so it's worth a shot, isn't it? Then suddenly, the weekend is over, and school's ready to chew you up again, so you do leave. Then it's finally the weekend again! You've heard of a fun game from your school friends, so you plan on trying it when you get home this afternoon- it's friday, after all- when you get a text from Mikey in the group chat with his brothers. He wants you to come over again- and, of course, you say "sure". Not like you can't just play the game on sunday, or when you go home saturday. The sleepover flies by, but you're a bit weary by the time you're pretty sure you're supposed to go home- but here's Mikey, and he's so sure that you promised you'd stay at the lair until sunday again! So, you give in. There's always next weekend, right...? I think you get the pattern, but eventually, he'll be keeping you at the lair 24/7, and you'll be rubbing at your weary eyes wondering how you got into this mess. Sometimes you can even see his brothers shoot you worried looks.
4. Leo
Leo would only kidnap his darling as a last resort, and I think it's because of two reasons. One, he's the brother who sees you closest to being an equal (Donnie and Raph constantly go against your personal autonomy and Mikey puts you on an extremely restricting pedestal), though to be fair, that's not a high bar to pass- and two he much prefers to have some sort of interesting conflict to be present because he finds it entertaining. His life is a weird, morally incorrect soap opera at this point, and he's the number one viewer. Kidnapping would only really happen with him if he thought you were either seriously leaving him (moving or getting into a serious relationship with someone else) or if the circumstances around him got too stressful and he needed something to cling to for any semblance of support outside his brothers (who, at that point, would probably also be super stressed). Think post movie, when the city is still recovering. Man, he was probably freaking out thinking that you might've died to the kraang.
Working on some of the requests i've been putting off while i have a livestream in the background of someone monitoring the vote count because i can't vote and am honestly so worried about the results...
Working on some of the requests i've been putting off while i have a livestream in the background of someone monitoring the vote count because i can't vote and am honestly so worried about the results...
Fyuchen had run from the cops many times in his life. When flattery didnât work out, running like he was in a marathon worked out well most of the time.
However, this time, that was not the case.
Heâd barely managed to knock a tranquilizer dart off its course, sending it flying away into some passerbyâs neck- guess he put a little too much power behind that blast of magic- while looking for somewhere to hide. How the hell was he supposed to know this guy had security? He thought this client was just some random guy he could steal from, but nooo, the world just had to screw him over! Oh, hey, an alleyway. Must be his lucky day.
The half-fairy ducks into the dark alleyway, chest heaving. God, his lungs are burning- when was the last time he had to run that fast? He lets his head fall against the grey wall while he catches his breath. Wiping sweat off his face, Fyuchen tries to gather his jumbled thoughts, dropping one of the ping pong paddles he âborrowedâ that got him into this situation. Ugh, now it has dirt on it⊠he looks out of the alley, and as it turns out, the police just kept running past him. He scoffs. Donât they know to check dark, convenient alleyways? He looks back into the alleyway-  âHuh?â And spots a red-haired fairy with moth wings. âOh, Inju! Fancy meeting you here!â
He looks up at the tall woman. From the looks of it, she just got out of a fight- not that thereâs much damage done to her, but the machete sheâs got in her hand is drenched in blood. She seems calm enough though, with her green headphones playing a song. Does her phone say âMamaâs broken heartâ? He decides to brush it off. âHowâs the machete you stole from me working out?â
âŠAnd she isnât saying anything. Did she just turn up her volume?! Nuh-uh, no way. Fyuchen picks up the ping-pong paddle from the floor and frantically waves them in front of her face. She canât ignore him! She went and shattered a window into his life, and now she has to deal with the consequences!  âInjuuuuuâŠ. Injuuuu! Hello? Fyuchen to murder hoboâŠâ he hears the red-haired fairy scoff before she practically throws off her headphones and glares at him.
âWhat do you need, pest?â she hisses. Yikes, whatâs with the attitude? Fyuchen briefly considers punching her in the face, but decides that it probably wouldnât be a good idea.Â
âWell~ I was on my merry way into this dark spooky alley when I found you here! What brings you here dear friend of mine?â He makes his most annoying grin while clasping his hands behind his back.
âEh.. needed space. Not much else.â Inju heaves a sigh before continuing.
 âUnfortunately, youâre here now, which means I have to find a new spot.â Petty much? He knows that their friendship isnât exactly, well, the friendliest, but heâd like to at least pretend that he wasnât a total Inju-repellent or whatever. He feels his eyebrows furrow, but at least his grin remains intact.
âOh, cry about it, why dontcha? Not like the cops are after me.â
He quickly remembers that actually, they sort of are, but pushes away the thought. âWhat have I done for you to be so cruel to me?â Really, Fyuchen could make a list larger than the piles of stuff at home with just the stuff heâd done in the past 2 months, let alone the past 2 years, but itâs more entertaining to hear whatever examples Inju pulls out. Honestly, sometimes he forgets, so itâs great to hear from someone who doesnât.
âLast time we talked, you tried to cut me up and bake me into a cake!â Ah, right. If he remembers, he was just feeling a little silly! Your honor, all he wanted was to be friends with her forever! What better way to keep her around than to have little pieces of her in his bloodstream! Not like he was trying to kill her- she always had her way of exaggerating- but he did try to cut some flesh off her arm. âIâm so sorry if Iâm not feeling friendly enough for you, but I think Iâve got a pretty good reason!â Debatable, in Fyuchenâs humble opinion, but oh well.
âWait, wait, youâre really still upset about that? Câmon, it was a whole two days ago! We live in the capital of Wyrbis, everyone knows this city is weird-â especially considering the fact that heâs able to be registered as a citizen here while living in a cave. â-Youâve probably been tackled by a giant worm by now or somethingâŠâ he trailed off. It was a hypothetical, but guessing by the blood on her macheteâŠ
ââŠActually, yeah.â Bingo. âHow did you find out about the worm? That happened two hours ago.â Fyuchen shrugged.
âI saw the thing running around earlier.â More like he saw it wrecking his house. He knows itâs a cave, but that cave had extremely precious valuables in it! Those things matter more than his own life! Literally, the price on some of those are higher than the bounties his parents would put out when he ran away from home as a teenager. And that was when they still cared enough to put them up! âIt had a pretty nasty gash on it though, and considering the dry blood on your machete⊠I took a wild guess.âÂ
After a very awkward moment of silence between the two, there was a loud crash, and upon looking up in the direction it came from, Fyuchen could see a worm the size of a skyscraper. And not just a worm, the worm. Is it just him or did it get bigger? If heâs not insane, which, to be fair, is unlikely, earlier when it wrecked his house, it was really only 20 feet taller than it- now heâs pretty sure the thing could crush his cave like an ant. A roar resounds, presumably from the worm. He canât help but wonder how a worm of all things roared, but then again, he once ate flavored sewing needles, so there have been weirder things.Â
Sirens ring out- wait, are they heading towards him? Did the cops find his location after all? He glares towards the alleyâs exit. He knew he shouldâve fried that tracker in his neck when he had the chance⊠Yeah, time to derail that train of thought. Fyuchen begins to wonder what the ethics of cloning the worm would be. How much would they sell for? Câmon, a worm that grows in size and roars? That would be one hell of a sale.
A water elemental fairy slides into the alley much like a cartoon character would. Poor guy seems like theyâre hyperventilating- from the running or from anxiety, he doesnât know- but either way, theyâre intruding on his little meetup with Inju.
âOh no, oh no, no no noâŠâ the elemental stammers. Normally, heâd try to rope them into one of his sales, but right now heâs annoyed. No trinkets for this loser!
âHey, go find your own alley! Me and my dear friend here are having a lovely chat.â Considering their panic, he thinks thatâll be enough to drive them off.
âUgh, shut up FyuchenâŠâ Well, thatâs mean. âFor real though, could you not panic here? Iâve got enough of a headache dealing with this guy.â Oh. Still mean, but at least sheâs supporting him for once. Another example of her agreeing with him to store away for later.
âUh⊠Sorry? I guess?â The elemental mutters. âBut since youâre already here, do you mind helping me out?â What. âMy pet worm escaped again. Heâs right by my neighborhood, I just need a little help getting over there quicklyâŠâ Oh, so thatâs their worm, huh? Heâll be drilling them for financial reimbursement later for all the stuff the damn thing wrecked, but for now, maybe his pipe dream of cloning the worm is closer to possibility than he thought. Still, he wasnât in any mood to be particularly helpful at the moment.
âHaha! Nope! Youâre on your own with this one. By the way, you said the giant worm was your pet, right?â Fyuchen spoke.
 âYe-â
â-Of course Iâm right! Anyway, do you mind if I scrape off some of its skin? I wanna clone it.â He decides to be blunt. Sure, he might not get a deal out of them, but it seems like itâll be fun to see what they think.
âWHAT.â A fair reaction, if heâs being completely honest. He hears the worm roar again, and he can only assume the loud crash after that is the sound of the weird insta-gro worm destroying yet another office. Hell yeah! Viva la revolution! The look on the elementalâs face says that they may, or may not disagree with that sentiment though.
âOh this is bad, this is bad!â Ah, so they definitely donât agree. âBennie!!â Is that the wormâs name? âI know you like destruction, but you canât wreck the city! There arenât any other apartments that I can afford that also allow pets!!!â Lovely. So this is a recurring pattern with âBennieâ. Amazing. Wonderful, even. Also, the only reason that this person seems to care is because they canât afford anywhere else to live- seems like a good bargaining chip for later.
Inju chimes in with the lovely comment of âOk. So he destroys the city. Why is that bad? We finally get to taste sweet sweet death. How could you take that from us?â Yeah, how could they? Just live in a cave like a normal, sane person would! Not like Bennieâs gonna destroy it or anything like that. Perish the thought!
â....Are yaâll ok?â Alright, has this person been alive for any more than 5 solid hours? Câmon, the idea that a fairy living in Wyrbisâ captial of all places would be mentally well is just laughable, really!
He chuckles. âOh, you sweet summer childâŠ. Of course weâre not ok. Weâre fae. Do you think fae are famous for their mental health and wellbeing? Hereâs an idea- why donât you go kill the worm. Maybe thatâll put hair on your watery chest.â
âKill??? Bennie??? NO!!! I could never!â the elemental shrieked. In the corner of his eye, he can see Inju wince at their volume- and maybe pitch. She speaks up, and Fyuchen considers himself lucky she did, because otherwise he probably wouldâve bullied this guy til they cried. He wonders how much water elemental tears would sell for, if he could get them in a jar before they were reabsorbed into the elementalâs body.
âWell, whatever your name is, itâs either kill the worm or figure out how youâre gonna wrangle it back into whatever cage you have for it.â Oh thank god Inju was on his side. She was never too consistent with when she did and didnât agree with him, so it was always sort of a gamble whenever he said something. He can only guess that she only agreed this time because she was being inconvenienced too.
"Iâd never put Bennie in a cage! He has an underground tunnel system- Oh my god, wait. Did I forget to introduce myself?? So sorry, Iâm, uh, Ufyrie.â Ufyrie? Oh no no no no no- Heâs met a lot of Ufyries, and most of them arenât on good terms with him anymore- itâs not his fault if they had shiny stuff right in front of him- they shouldâve known heâd steal it! He gathers himself, and tries his hardest to not let his voice waver when he speaks.
âUfyrie what? Youâre gonna have to specify, âcause I know like, 5 thousand Ufyries.â Nailed it.
Ufyrie huffs. âUfyrie Hollyrein.â Oh, thank god heâs never heard that last name before. âNow, back to my original ask, can you two PLEASE help me make my way over to Benjamin? I would really appreciate the help!â So Bennieâs a nickname? It makes sense, at least. He opens his mouth to make another snide comment, but Inju jumps in before he says anything.
âYou heard our answer the first time. No.â Oops! Better redirect to just agreeing with her then.
âMust we spell it out for you?â Nailed it again.
âOh sugar honey iced tea⊠why has god decided to torture me today?â
Fyuchen laughs. âSugar honey iced tea? What are you, my great great grandpa? Just curse, itâs not that big of a deal.â
âWell, I found out earlier that for some reason I canât swear today, so⊠Iâm saying what I can.â Really? They donât look cursed. Weird that theyâre trying so hard not to swear then.
âWhat are you talking about, itâs easyâŠ..â He opens his mouth to unveil a string of swears that would make a sailor cry, but nothing comes out. âWait.â This cannot be happening.
âWhat now?â Inju glares at him. Oh, shut up Inju, no one cares about your opinion right now.
âI. I canât swear. Why canât I swear?â Fyuchen gapes. What in the nine hells is happening to him?? Was he cursed? Itâs not unlikely, but then why isnât anything else happening? He frantically checks his body. And if it were the case, then whereâs the curse rune? No matter what, for every curse, thereâs some sort of rune or sigil that appears on the victimâs body- so itâs super weird that there isnât one on him right now!
âTold you so.â Ufyrie snarks. Fyuchen stares up at the sky, seeming dazed, while his thoughts bounce back and forth from trying to repeat every swear and slur heâs ever heard and desperately trying to piece together what the hell is happening to him. Ok, so maybe not a curse, but some sort of new disease? No, that would be unlikely even for WyrbisâŠ
Inju pipes up. ââŠ.Wait, I canât either. Oh god, what are we, characters in a kidâs show?â âŠAlright, so itâs not just him and Ufyrie. Maybe itâs also affecting other people? Heâs not at all sure, but maybe the information could helpâŠ? Actually, maybe he should just wait and see if this⊠thing is still censoring him tomorrow. If it goes away, he wonât worry about it. If it doesnât, then heâll just have to throw people into a canyon until one of them tells him how to get rid of whatever is happening to him.
âCan we PLEASE focus on Bennie? I donât wanna move apartments again.â Well now heâs annoyed again. Maybe he SHOULD try to solve his problem, just to spite this jerk of an elemental.
âAbsolutely not! We must get to the bottom of this terrifying conundrum!â Yeah! Using spite to overcome his procrastination! Itâs genius!
âOk, but likeâŠ.Ben-â
âUfyrie, no one in this miserable world cares about your dumb worm.â And Inju swoops in for the kill! Woohoo!
Ufyrie stammers, clearly frustrated, before blurting out âWell, I said a hip hop, hippie to the hippie, hippie to the hop, and you don't stop rocking out, you!â âŠHuh?
âWhat in Hyliaâs name..?â Really Inju? A video game reference? Now?
âUh⊠huh.â Moving on from that⊠âExactly how long have you been waiting to say that?â
âSo, so, so, so long.â Alrighty then. So theyâve been waiting for an hour. Guess that would be a while for them considering they were born five hours ago, according to earlier in this lovely conversation.
Inju chuckles. âWhy though? Are you quoting some lame tv show or whatever? Those weird⊠man, I canât remember⊠chinese human cartoons or something?â Heâs pretty sure theyâre korean, actually. Humans make such interesting shows. Itâs pretty fun to peek into what their lives are like- or sometimes what they wish it was like.
âYouâre being a hater right now dude. Also theyâre Japanese. Idiot.â Ah, guess he got it wrong too.
Inju scoffs. âWhat a lovely tidbit of information.â
âDonât act like youâve never done anything weird or lame or uncool. Remember your ex? She was a freak.â Seriously, she was so clingy! It was pretty frustrating, honestly. Really though, the most frustrating thing is that the police never found her body.
âLook, just because she was a little too excited about the gory horror movies doesnât mean she was inherently awful!â Yeah, he knows. Heâll be honest- he liked them too. He just never told Inju. Or her girlfriend, for that matter, but they were mortal enemies! âŠNot that he told her that, either.
âYou only say that because youâre not over it yet. To be fair, it was a pretty messy breakup⊠I had to clean up a lot of blood.â He has to hold back a cackle when he watches Injuâs face go through seven kinds of shock- itâs almost like sheâs having ten simultaneous heart attacks.Â
â...I didn't kill herâŠFyuchen, what did you do?!â Eugh, that voice reminds him of his mom.
âDonât use that tone on me! I feel like a misbehaving dog!â He bounces on his toes, whining like a child.
âMaybe thatâs what you are then! Did you kill my girlfriend?!â While avoiding eye contact, he notices Ufyrie backing away slowly, holding their hands in front of themself like they were running away from a rabid animal. Huh, maybe he really is like a dog. Or, is a dog, according to Inju. Either way, he needs to deal with the rather unfairly pissed off fairy in front of him.
âWell, I guess if Iâm a dog, Iâll act like one!â He growls, and when he sees Inju wince, he grabs onto and bites down on her arm.Â
âFyuchen! NO! Get your rabies infested mouth away from my arm! I do NOT wanna become hydrophobic!â Despite her concerns, he stays latched on for a moment longer before she pushes him off and he stumbles slightly. Hey, at least he didnât fall on his face. He chuckles while the moth-winged fairy glares at him with enough anger to fuel ten thousand suns.
âThatâs it- Iâm leaving! See ya losers! Iâm done!â Inju shouts. To her credit, she did actually leave- Fyuchen shrugs. Sheâll be back, he knows it. Not like six months is a lot of time- that relationship barely lasted half a year, and the sucker wanted to leave her anyway! If anything, he did his friend quite the favor for getting rid of that girl sooner rather than too late. He lets himself fall against the wall, heaving a sigh. In the corner of his eye, he sees poor Ufyrie still standing around awkwardly. Hey, maybe while Injuâs gone, heâll entertain himself with the elemental. Not like he doesnât know another one already, but Strawberryâs practically his kid. Not ideal to run unethical tests on children youâre emotionally attached to, soâŠ.
âHey Ufyrie, wanna do a drug?â They think for a moment before extending their hand to do a âhand it overâ gesture.
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