||ATTENTION|| This is a 18+ blog. DNI if underage, thanks! Anyway, welcome! This is just a place where I add my depraved thoughts or whatever I feel like. So far, I mostly write yandere stuff! Feel free to ask away and/or share your thoughts too! Support me with Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/deuxcherise
A/n (2024/05/27): So since I've gotten up to more than 10 posts now on the entire blog, I've decided to make a masterlist before the number of my posts becomes overwhelming. Still learning Tumblr... Okay! Here goes!
(Updated 2026/06/22)
¡ ¡ â ¡â[Updates]â¡ â ¡ ¡
In case anyone wants to reblog, below is the link for the most current version of my masterlist~ Thanks!
â°â⤠Back to Masterlist
¡ ¡ â ¡â[Original Content]â¡ â ¡ ¡
This is where I write all of my original content, with OCs and all that stuff.
¡ ¡ â ¡â[Fanfiction]â¡ â ¡ ¡
This is where I write all my fanfics for various fandoms: Genshin Impact Honkai Star Rail, and Love and Deepspace
¡ ¡ â ¡â[Other Stuff]â¡ â ¡ ¡
This is where I just write random things / extras / rants / rambles / hard to categorize / etc.
â Operation YAN
The history of how YANs (Your Affectionate Neighbor) came to be and how you can get your very own today! âĄâ¸(ËśËăŽËËś)â¸âĄ
â Thanks For Giving Answers
From the perspective of a random reporter (my oc) who finds and asks questions regarding Thanksgiving 2024 to various ocs of mine and fanfic!Ayato Kamisato from Genshin Impact.
â New Year, New Problem (random write)
With the new year incoming, one would expect the Celestial Animals to be on their best behavior before the Jade Emperor arrives. Unfortunately, not even food can unite these animals.
â Love and Deepspace Thoughts (/ Rant / Appreciation)
I just rant about the Love and Deepspace love interests and also what kind of yandere they'd be, because I happen to write a lot of yandere content.
â Love and Deepspace 6th LI Theory
I just rant about theories I have about the mysterious 6th LI that Infold keeps on hinting, based on Pilot Frog.
â Obsession Movie & Yanderes Ramble
I just ramble/rant about yanderes in relation to the Obsession Movie, because I happen to write a lot of yandere content.
C/w: brainrot, Love and Deepspace content, all 6 LIs, female reader insert, potentially OOC, period mention
A/n: I actually finished this one on June 26th before the whole cancellation, but with the recent events I completely forgot. This is gonna be a little one to support bringing Valko back.
â°â⤠Back to MasterlistÂ
[Sunday]
Once upon a time on a Sunday, you've just returned from your weekly grocery runâ without any of the guys doing anything for you because you are an independent woman and you don't need no manâ and properly placed each item away into your pantry, fridge, and general kitchen area accordingly. With a job complete and well done, you went about doing other productive things for the day.
[Monday]
You decided to have a nice hotspot day with your upstairs neighbor, Xavier, you've both been so busy with your respective jobs. Meat, vegetables, tofu, and other delicious ingredients went into the pot along with heaps and heaps of instant noodle packets. You ate as much as you wanted of course, but Xavier was almost nearly insatiable and you didn't exactly want to waste the leftover soup, so you both kept putting more and more packs of noodles into the pot until the soup ran out. Safe to say, by the end of it, you didn't want to see another bowl of soup or noodles for a whileâŚ
[Tuesday]
It's quite rare for your cardiologist friend, Zayne, to come over to your apartment and you wanted to celebrate it by presenting all of the desserts you had (minus the chocolate stash for the red demon) for him to enjoy. You ate your fair share, and he ate the rest without breaking a sweat. The sugar rush afterwards was quite the experience which involved snow and carrots, and so the day ended in complete exhaustion. Safe to say, you didn't want to taste any sort of sweetness for a whileâŚ
[Wednesday]
As an artist, it is incredibly important to explore ways to be creative. And today's project involved painting with cheese with your artist buddy, Rafayel. Why, you asked? Imagine melting cheese on a blank canvas with a torch, or in this case Rafayel's fire evol. Different types of cheese melt or warp at different temperatures, so using it should bring about some unique piece of work. Intrigued, you brought all of your cheese to his studio, both for the art and for the snack. During the middle of the process, the burning scent of cheese attracted many, many seagulls. Safe to say, you can't quite look at cheese without shivering.
[Thursday]
Cheap wine was easy to get, and not bad in your opinion. For someone like the local fruit vendor, Sylusâ Ahem! Skye, as he goes by in Linkon, only excellent wine was wine. You had invited him over to celebrate for winning the Local Best Fruit Seller award, and he snapped away all of your cheap wines with his Energy evol to replace it all with a bottle of his most expensive, deeply aged wine. It was so attuned to your particular flavor palette that you ended up accidentally drinking all of it. The hangover that you experienced the next morning made you wonder why you ever had wine in the first placeâŚ
[Friday]
Friday was the last workday of the week, and that meant reuniting with your favorite colonel, Caleb. Since it's been a while since the two of you hung out because of his tumultuous job, you might have gone overboard with preparing all of the apple recipes you had with all of the apples you had. Sweet, savory, spicy, carbonated- you name it, you made it. He ate all of it with utmost gratitude before bidding you farewell yet again. Most times, looking at apples made you miss him too muchâŚ
[Saturday]
There was a new menace in town, and that was the tech chairman, Valko. He showed up, made himself at home, paid his respects with nuzzles, and then raided your kitchen. You let it happen, because it was too entertaining watching the supposed upstanding man of the modern era running around your house with the cutest pair of ears and tail, sniffing everything like a dog. Then again, he was secretly a wolf after all. Once the both of you had your fun and he left, craving a snack, you checked your pantryâ DID HE EAT ALL OF YOUR CHOCOLATE!? HOW DARE HE!?
[Sunday, again]
Great. Not only did your monthly arrived sometime during the day, along with the usual cramps and nausea, you had nothing good you felt like eating (or at least didn't want to throw up or had to spend energy cooking), no energy for grocery shopping, and no chocolate to ease the red demon huffing and puffing inside you. Therefore, instead of holding back, you blew up in your messages to your boy⌠friends? Space? No space? Anyway, after you raged freely, you just laid there on your couch with your heat pack and plushie and tried everything to get your mind off your hunger and pain. Within minutes since you texted. They all arrived at your doorstep/window/balcony with everything a girl could ever need, and treated you like the princess you truly were.
HE IS FINALLY HEREEEEEEE. I LOVE HIMMMMM. AHHHHHHH.
He is a dork, nerd, family oriented, and a playful pupper. HE IS PERFECTIONNNNNN.
Also I hope I'm right in noting that they don't seem to have any prior connection. I hope this is their first meeting. Also his sniffing is sexy AF. Never thought that before. OML
Also MC looks so cool! I want her outfit!!!
And we get to choke him for a second! Yay! đâ¨ď¸
Also "you're the protagonist of the story" Okay, Mr. Alpha CEO/Chairman. We're officially Y/n now. đ¤Ł
Last thing, his song is such a banger. Like an actual banger. It's so 2000s too.
C/w: Love and Deepspace, random thoughts on Valko before he's released, random mentions of other LIs, suggestive
A/n: I don't know him and you don't either until he gets released on July 9th, but I have so many hypotheticals that are funny to me and I wanted to share. They may or may not contradict each other.
Masterlist
- Valko is Jacob from Twilight in a different font. And his long hair version will be glorious.
- Valko is the first LI to release the entire forehead.
- Valko = wolf = dog = Allergic to chocolate?
- Valko might actually really like chocolate ironically.
- Valko turns into a wolf at night? Does he sleep? Or is it just a full moon kind of deal? Or is it at will? Anytime?
- Valko has the same directional compass as Zoro from One Piece, and therefore gets lost very easily. Which is why he runs through the forest a lot.
- Valko has a good sense of smell, being a wolf and all.
- Valko has a good sense of hearing, given his ears (I'm still laughing at his four ears).
- Valko is a big bad Alpha on the surface but secretly a submissive pupper to MC.
- Valco might be a sheep inside wolf's clothing? That would be cute.
- Since Valko's the EonCore Tech Chairman, he is actually a huge nerd for tech stuff, like how Caleb is for planes and fossils and bugs.
- Valko really likes headpats.
- Valko is very clingy, because he is a pupper like Caleb.
- Valko, if he didn't already know MC, might fall in love with MC at either first sight or because of some mating bond from a long time ago.
- Valko, please don't be someone already related to MC in some form or another like ALL OF THE OTHER LIs!
- Valko's probably going to be a stalker⌠I mean with all that access to cameras and other tech, who can stop him? ⌠Sylus? ⌠Caleb?
- Valko likes MC's scent.
- Valko listens to metal⌠because metalization evol.
- Valko listens to classical music to calm himself down.
- Valko listens to pop music, because why not?
- Valko listens to rap music, because why not?
- Valko will rip his shirt apart if he's feeling emotionally overwhelmed.
- Valko listening to musicals would be funny as heck, and I would love him more for it as a fellow musicals fan.
- Valko doesn't know how to swim, since he is supposedly foils with Rafayel.
- Valko might actually enjoy swimming, as many dogs do.
- Valko is head of his clan, like Rafayel is prince of Lemuria.
- Valko liking musicals and operas would be funny considering Rafayel was an opera singer once upon a time.
- Does Valco like playing instruments in his spare time?
- Valco might be a lone wolf? Is he going to be the type to say, âI work alone.â?
- Valko might be a Scorpio, because Rafayel is a Pisces and they are both water signs and emotionally wild.
- Can Valko⌠knot?
- Valko means wolf, by the way. So on the nose, it's cute.
- Valko sounds like Falco Punch⌠can he box? Be on part with Sylus?
- What would Valko's exercise be? Lifting weights? Bench pressing?
- How would Valko's evol work in the claw machine?
- Valko is the literal embodiment of Alpha CEO, I can't unsee it. He has the shape for it.
- Does omegaverse exist in Love and Deepspace now? What if MC is the alpha and Valcoâs the omega? Hehehe~
- MC has blackmail over Valko, considering I don't think Linkon City takes kindly to non-human entities, as shown by the treatment of Lemurians.
- Is Valko why Caleb was given Leopard instead of Dog?
- Can I pet that dawg?
- Will Valco and Caleb ever get to be part of the Cat Butler series?
- Will Valko get his own âformal eventâ (wedding) like the other LIs?
- I'm so excited to see Valko's myths.
- Songs for Valko include: Animals by Maroon 5; Wolf by Exo; Growl by Exo; Monster by Exo; Wolf in Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off; Twilight soundtrack; Wolves by Selena Gomez, Marshmello; Beasts by Mia Martina feat. Waka Flocka; Howling by XG; running with the wolves by Aurora; Wolves by One Direction, Wolves by Sam Tinneszâ
- Practically any song about wolves could probably fit Valko, unless they're songs about the bad kinds of predators. Because he has to be the good kind of wolf, right? RIGHT?
- Enemies to Lovers, anyone? Not like Sylus. Actually Enemies to Lovers!
- What if Valko's wolf genes finally kicked in during this Main Story, and that's why he's shown up? Maybe MC's evol can make it go away momentarily?
- Another foil to Rafayel would be displaying Valko's wolf ears 24/7. Inconvenient? Yeah. But for the plot hehehe
- WOLF PARTY IS COMING OUT ON THE 28TH. AWOOO! More information!
- He looks so serious, I swear Valko must be a loser in a hot body
- I wonder why he's so hated. I think people just don't like having another LI because that affects the wish pool. And I am also a harem girlie so I get it. But at the same time... another hot man? How can you say no to that face?
- I mean yeah, he probably is the enemy that hurt the other guys, but come on. Where is the sense of story. Hate him as a character all you want, but don't hate Infold for creating this character. I welcome him, even if my wallet cries.
- Also both Valko and Rafayel wears masks. That's interesting.
- Actually are there any hints in the story? Infold seemed to have been planning him for a long time, so surely there has to be?
- Or is this why we haven't had a main story update in a long while? It is cause without Valko it wouldn't make sense?
- Guys, I'm too impatient. I want to read/write Valko werewolf stories, but I CAN'T BECAUSE I NEED HIS PERSONALITY TO BE CANON. AHHHHHHHH-
Genshin Impact
Honkai Star Rail
Love and Deepspace
¡ ¡ â ¡â[Genshin Impact]â¡ â ¡ ¡
Ayato Kamisato
â Notice Me, Mrs. Kamisato!
In which your husband, Ayato, tries anything and everything to get you to react in various ways to him.
Part 1: Cats vs Dogs
Part 2: Lend a Hand
Part 3: Fear of Cucumbers
Part 4: Brother vs Sister
Part 5: To Have and To Hold
Part 6: Early Birds
Part 7: [In hiatus...]
Dottore
â Rebirth Part I & Part II [incomplete]
The Doctor can't bear the subject of his upmost interest to leave him alone in this mortal realm...
Neuvillette
â Operation Otterly-In-Love [incomplete]
You, a young bachelor who was born to inherit your family's legacy, are more interested in capturing the heart of a certain hydro dragon.
¡ ¡ â ¡â[Honkai Star Rail]â¡ â ¡ ¡
Sunday
â Sunday Pt. 1 (Slight NSFW), Pt. 2 (NSFW)
Sunday has decided to lock you up in a birdcage.
¡ ¡ â ¡â[Love and Deepspace]â¡ â ¡ ¡
All
â Squish Them!
In which you try (or try not to) squish their cheeks...
â Get Bent!
The lads have suddenly turned into ladies, how will they react?
Xavier
Zayne [not yet...]
Rafayel [not yet...]
Sylus [not yet...]
Caleb [not yet...]
â Til Death Do Us Part...?
It's April Fools' Day and you learn that joking about death might not be the best way to have fun...
â When and How to Use Evols
Just some thoughts and scenarios about how their evols can be used...
â Wuv and Big Space Series (LADS AU)
By some twist of fate, you became the caretaker to various children with vastly different backgrounds. How will you juggle between your life and the lives of the children, against the evil, evil forces of Ever?
0. Prologue
1. Chapter 1 - Fallen Star
â Pantry Princess
You had stocked up on food and there six hungry boys you need to feed.
Xavier â
â Chibi Xavier Imagines
Just some random Chibi Xavier imagines.
Caleb đ
â How To Use a Gravity Evol
Just some more thoughts and scenarios Caleb might use his evol.
A to M (SFW)
N to Z (NSFW)
â Chibi Caleb Imagines
Just some random Chibi Caleb imagines.
â Leopard Caleb Imagines (/ Fun Facts)
Just some random Leopard Caleb Imagines paired with leopard facts.
- Sources Used: BornFree.org, BigRescue.com
Valko đş
â Random Valko Thoughts (Pre-Release)
Just random thoughts about Valko before he's released.
C/w: Love and Deepspace, random thoughts on Valko before he's released, random mentions of other LIs, suggestive
A/n: I don't know him and you don't either until he gets released on July 9th, but I have so many hypotheticals that are funny to me and I wanted to share. They may or may not contradict each other.
Masterlist
- Valko is Jacob from Twilight in a different font. And his long hair version will be glorious.
- Valko is the first LI to release the entire forehead.
- Valko = wolf = dog = Allergic to chocolate?
- Valko might actually really like chocolate ironically.
- Valko turns into a wolf at night? Does he sleep? Or is it just a full moon kind of deal? Or is it at will? Anytime?
- Valko has the same directional compass as Zoro from One Piece, and therefore gets lost very easily. Which is why he runs through the forest a lot.
- Valko has a good sense of smell, being a wolf and all.
- Valko has a good sense of hearing, given his ears (I'm still laughing at his four ears).
- Valko is a big bad Alpha on the surface but secretly a submissive pupper to MC.
- Valco might be a sheep inside wolf's clothing? That would be cute.
- Since Valko's the EonCore Tech Chairman, he is actually a huge nerd for tech stuff, like how Caleb is for planes and fossils and bugs.
- Valko really likes headpats.
- Valko is very clingy, because he is a pupper like Caleb.
- Valko, if he didn't already know MC, might fall in love with MC at either first sight or because of some mating bond from a long time ago.
- Valko, please don't be someone already related to MC in some form or another like ALL OF THE OTHER LIs!
- Valko's probably going to be a stalker⌠I mean with all that access to cameras and other tech, who can stop him? ⌠Sylus? ⌠Caleb?
- Valko likes MC's scent.
- Valko listens to metal⌠because metalization evol.
- Valko listens to classical music to calm himself down.
- Valko listens to pop music, because why not?
- Valko listens to rap music, because why not?
- Valko will rip his shirt apart if he's feeling emotionally overwhelmed.
- Valko listening to musicals would be funny as heck, and I would love him more for it as a fellow musicals fan.
- Valko doesn't know how to swim, since he is supposedly foils with Rafayel.
- Valko might actually enjoy swimming, as many dogs do.
- Valko is head of his clan, like Rafayel is prince of Lemuria.
- Valko liking musicals and operas would be funny considering Rafayel was an opera singer once upon a time.
- Does Valco like playing instruments in his spare time?
- Valco might be a lone wolf? Is he going to be the type to say, âI work alone.â?
- Valko might be a Scorpio, because Rafayel is a Pisces and they are both water signs and emotionally wild.
- Can Valko⌠knot?
- Valko means wolf, by the way. So on the nose, it's cute.
- Valko sounds like Falco Punch⌠can he box? Be on part with Sylus?
- What would Valko's exercise be? Lifting weights? Bench pressing?
- How would Valko's evol work in the claw machine?
- Valko is the literal embodiment of Alpha CEO, I can't unsee it. He has the shape for it.
- Does omegaverse exist in Love and Deepspace now? What if MC is the alpha and Valcoâs the omega? Hehehe~
- MC has blackmail over Valko, considering I don't think Linkon City takes kindly to non-human entities, as shown by the treatment of Lemurians.
- Is Valko why Caleb was given Leopard instead of Dog?
- Can I pet that dawg?
- Will Valco and Caleb ever get to be part of the Cat Butler series?
- Will Valko get his own âformal eventâ (wedding) like the other LIs?
- I'm so excited to see Valko's myths.
- Songs for Valko include: Animals by Maroon 5; Wolf by Exo; Growl by Exo; Monster by Exo; Wolf in Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off; Twilight soundtrack; Wolves by Selena Gomez, Marshmello; Beasts by Mia Martina feat. Waka Flocka; Howling by XG; running with the wolves by Aurora; Wolves by One Direction, Wolves by Sam Tinneszâ
- Practically any song about wolves could probably fit Valko, unless they're songs about the bad kinds of predators. Because he has to be the good kind of wolf, right? RIGHT?
- Enemies to Lovers, anyone? Not like Sylus. Actually Enemies to Lovers!
C/w: Unhealthy behavior, brainrot, twisting animal facts, suggestive, Love and Deepspace, Leopard Caleb, possessive Caleb, Zayne mention, reader insert
A/n: With the release of the new LI, Valko the Wolf, in Love and Deepspace, I decided to give up on Werewolf!Caleb (he is still a pupper in my heart <( â˘Ě ⤠â˘Ě )> ) and instead focus on Leopard Caleb things based on random leopard facts and of course Caleb things~ Iâll probably do one for Valko once they show his personality more (I have a fondness for dog-like men).
Sources Used: see Masterlist.
Masterlist
1. Leopards can carry prey twice their body weight up into trees.
Leopard Caleb has a penchant for carrying you whenever and wherever you both went, because there is nothing worthy enough for you to step on⌠except him. With his Gravity Evol, he can keep you out of harmâs way while heâs hunting too!
2. A black panther isnât a separate species.
When Leopard Caleb is in Colonel mode, he does become a black panther in order to hide in the shadows and perform his job as a cold-blooded killer. When Leopard Caleb is in normal mode, he sports a speckled pattern. Is this scientifically possible? No, but it doesnât matter because heâs still your Leopard Caleb no matter what he looks like, right? Right?
3. Leopards are the most widely distributed large feline and can be found in 63 countries.
Leopard Caleb may be sweet and cuddly to you, but behind the scenes or whenever youâre apart for some reason, he has cameras all over the world just so he can watch over you. For safety, of course. So what if youâre a really strong Deepspace Hunter? He canât have you being near bunnies, panthers, fish, lizards, wolvesâ Actually, canât you just stay by his side?
4. A leopard in South Africa was filmed free-falling from a tree, from a height of nine metres, to catch prey on the ground.
Leopard Caleb did not develop his prowess from being on the safe side. No, no, no. He doesnât care what lengths he has to go through, even if it means destroying himself. He is willing to do anything and everything to make sure youâre safe and sound.
5. Leopards are highly adaptable.
Leopard Caleb desires to become anything you need and want, whether it be a brother, lover, friend, soulmate, enemyâ anything. Just please let him stay by your side.
6. Leopards are solitary cats and are mainly nocturnal.
Leopard Caleb makes friends when he has to or because of his natural charm (aka Gideon), but he doesnât really care about anything except when it comes to you. Since he has to sometimes go away from you to work hard and bring home money, donât be surprised to wake up to see him staring at you. Heâs had a long day and youâre his only salvation.
7. A leopardâs spots are actually called ârosettesâ.
Roses are commonly red, violet is the color of his eyesâ Leopard Caleb is here, so stop looking at other guys!
8. A female leopard typically gives birth to two-four cubs but, on rare instances, up to six cubs can be born.
You may not be a leopard like Leopard Caleb, but is that going to stop him from taking you as his mate? Obviously, not. And if you donât want any cubs, thatâs fine too. All he needs is you anyway.
9. When hunting, the tip of a leopardâs tail may twitch.
You can easily tell what Leopard Caleb is feeling by the twitching of the tip of his tail. When heâs happy, twitch. When heâs sad, twitch. When heâs angry, twitch. When heâs excited, twitch. When heâs âexcitedâ⌠a lot of things are twitching⌠Be careful.
10. Leopards have been known to live on the edge of big cities like Mumbai, India and Nairobi, Kenya.
Leopard Caleb is quite fond of summer days and summer heat. Itâs in his blood. Oh, you donât like the heat? Itâs okay, heâll help you sweat and cool off~ How, you ask? ⌠Come here, Leopard Caleb will show you~
11. Leopards are carnivores and have been known to eat more than 90 different species of prey.
Leopard Caleb only hunts for two reasons. The first is to eliminate any threats to your and his peace together. Considering his strength, there are hardly any threats that can withstand his power. The second is when his prey is you, and youâre definitely his favorite prey. :3
12. Leopards have a range of vocalisations.
⌠Leopard Caleb is very vocal. About anything and in every situation. Enough said.
13. Leopards have been found living at altitudes of 5,200 metres in the Himalayas.
Leopard Caleb has lived in Skyhaven for a while. Heâs used to the height. Now it is only a matter of keeping you up here with him.
14. Snow leopards and leopards are from the same genus (Panthera) but are different species.
Leopard Caleb and Snow Leopard Zayne are both leopards, but they are completely different. And just because theyâre both fluffy doesnât mean you have to pet Snow Leopard Zayne. Quick! You have to disinfect your hands! Youâre only allowed to pet Leopard Caleb, or else heâll... he'll... Well, he doesn't know exactly what he'll do, but he could cry!
15. Leopards originated in Africa.
All humans supposedly originated from Africa, but Leopard Caleb swears that you and him come from the same source and therefore it is vital to stay together for the sake of your species. What? Heâs a leopard and youâre a human? Bah, thatâs just technicalities. You should trust his words more, not the lying words of other humans.
16. Leopards have five toes on their front paws but only four toes on the back!
Just because Leopard Caleb lost one of his arms and got it replaced with a robotic one, doesnât mean heâs forgotten how to hold you.
17. A leopardâs home range size can be as large as 174 square miles (451km2)!
âYou don't need me? Is that what you think? All right. What do you need? You can tell me. I can agree to anything. We can return to Linkon if thatâs what you want. If you want to return to the past, we'll rebuild our old house and move in together. And if one house isn't enough, I'll build you a whole maze. I'll decorate it with everything you could ever want. It will be the most beautiful, stunning garden youâve ever seen. No one will be able to find you ever again. Iâll protect you forever.â
- Leopard Caleb
18. Juvenile male leopards must find their own home range.
Leopard Caleb has only ever known a home that had you in it.
19. Lions, tigers and hyenas will sometimes steal food from leopards after they have made a kill.
HAHAHAHAHAâ No. You have always belonged to Leopard Caleb, and you will continue to belong to Leopard Caleb, no matter what other creature comes by and catches your eye. Even if you throw him away in this lifetime, heâll find you in the next one.
20. There are nine subspecies of leopard.
And? There is only one Leopard Caleb, okay? Like Leopard Caleb said, donât trust other people's words. Everyone else is a liar, except him.
21. Leopards can sometimes feed on their kill for a few days.
What can he say? Leopard Caleb prides himself on having stamina.
( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°)
22. How a leopard kills its prey will depend on the type of animal they are hunting.
Leopard Caleb has been with you for so long, he knows exactly how to push your buttons, and then some. Also he didnât become Colonel by luck, heâs actually a very smart cat. You should praise him more.
23. Leopards mark their territory by scent-marking, roaring and tree-scratching.
Leopard Caleb doesnât mind you biting him. You should bite him more actually, so that he can show off to everyone who he belongs to. In return, heâll leave his own unique marks on you, so no one else can have youâŚ
Just some insight into my thoughts about my series, for those who have been following and waiting for an update.
So I've been actively trying to continue to write for it, and I do have a plot in mind. However, the plot as it is now is not meeting where I want it to go. Originally it was just a random series I decided to make based on one one-shot I wrote that I really liked, but then it started going in a direction where the Reader just keeps getting kidnapped just to keep the plot going.
Honestly, while the Reader is supposed to be... well you, my readers, I feel like I've written the Reader into this passive nobody, and they are more than that. Now, one could argue that having a weak, inconsistent personality might be easier for reader insertion, but... the plot is just so weak because the Reader is such a weak character despite all of the backstory I wrote for the character. There isn't anything wrong with a powerless character of course, but for the sake of the plot-- bottom line is that the Reader as is, is so annoying to write. How many times will I have to write Reader passing out or getting kidnapped or falling asleep just to move the plot? (ಠ__ಠ)ภ(I'm frustrated with myself for this.)
Honestly, that's pretty much the main, if not sole, reason for what I'm about to say. â§ď˝ĄŮŠ(ËáË )Ůâ§*･
So long story short, I think I'll be happier rewriting it. I think I might change it from a second person perspective to a third person perspective too. I'll keep the series on my masterlist, for those who had enjoyed it up until now (THANK YOU SO MUCH! And I'm sorry for not updating it forever and now you're finding out that I'm just leaving it there). It'll just be the old version.
I hope that you enjoy the new version. I don't know when I'll post it, but it will be posted one day!
C/w: Obsession 2026 movie, long ramble/rant, yanderes, mentions of rape, self-analyzing
A/n: Just a ramble/rant, please see content warnings above. I just really like this movie and how it shapes the way I see the world.
Masterlist
I haven't yet watched the movie (80% because of finances and 20% because I am a total scaredy cat), but I have watched many video analysis about the movie. I also want to just talk about it, because I adore the entire concept about it.
I adore the concept of the One Wish Willow, both for the tragedies and the fantasies that it can cause. First and foremost, I am someone who fantasizes about yanderes (I'll get back to this later), so the whole obsessing over your lover is very enticing to me (I will also get back to this later, don't worry). I love the movie's exploration of the limitlessness of how far a simple wish can push a person's concept of "love" based on the person who made the wish. However, all that being said, I really, really like how it punishes Bear because I believe "love" is not making a person become an object to subject one's wishes to.
So it brings me to why I kind of wanted to ramble about it, as someone who writes primarily about yanderes. Hypothetically, if someone where to ask me if Nikki from the movie was a yandere, I'd said that she acts like a yandere, but she is not necessarily a yandere.
To explain, the definition of yandere comes from the words "yanderu" meaning "mentally/emotionally sick", and "deredere" meaning "lovestruck/lovey-dovey". If I am wrong, please correct me.
Yanderes are technically "in love" with their object of affection, aka their Darling, for various reasons unique to each yandere. However, this obsession comes from themselves typically. Like how one may like eating apples or one may be interested in playing the violin. It's often an intrinsic trait for which one develops an obsession over their darling.
Then again, I am speaking from a fictional writer's standpoint. I have neither the credentials nor the knowledge to confirm things from a psychologically scientific stance.
Anyway, watching these analysis videos about how Bear takes away Nikki's autonomy as a person made me think about Love Potion Yanderes. And I'm calling this trope "Love Potion Yanderes" because they are basically yanderes that were turned yandere towards the Main Character (MC)/Reader because of a love potion, typically inflicted by the MC/Reader due to either crush or a enemies-to-lovers thing (the reason varies, but the action is the same). Technically speaking, this is exactly in the way Bear wishes for Nikki to love him.
Before I get into things, I would like to remind that Obsession is not a romance movie. It does not depict the plot as a tragic love story. It is only tragic, from start to endâ which is why it is so excellent and socially relevant
Back to topic, I think there was a click in my brain which prompted me to explore what exactly is the appeal of "Love Potion Yanderes". Because to be honest, prior to the movie, I never really thought about the real life consequences of turning someone into an obsessive lover through the means of a love potion. I've always sort of been on the MC/Reader side of perspectives, which often romanticizes this dynamic, so I've never really delved deep in to the psychological pain of the forced lover.
Now let me explain. When it comes to romance stories featuring "Love Potion Yanderes", typically there is a "happy ending" guaranteed. What do I mean by "happy ending", one might ask? The "happy ending" in stories with "Love Potion Yanderes" is that often these yanderes are characters who either had feelings for the MC/Reader in the first place (and were just enhanced by the love potion), OR they develop feelings for the MC/Reader over the course of acting lovey-dovey towards the MC/Reader (if the yanderes keep their memories), OR they do forget their memories however do end up falling for the MC/Reader anyway after MC/Reader finds a way to release them from the love potion effectsâ because who doesn't love a flawed character fixing their mistakes? (Again, from a fictional standpoint of view. Real world counterparts often have lasting consequences that are unfixable).
That's the "happy ending". Now, some fellow yandere lovers might be asking, "What about if the love potion never wears off?" which brings me to the delicate answer that personally, I think it is not a happy ending.
Like don't get me wrong. Fictional stories and fantasies that romanticizes this... they are just fantasies. They are fake. They are harmless as long as they are not applied in real life. This is one of those things where if you think about it too much and/or try to apply it in real life, it would definitely be a crime against humanity. This is why personally while I enjoy yanderes, I usually don't like to think about the real life consequences of what real life yandere would be like (although it depends on the type of yandere, and that is a separate topic for another time).
When you really, really think about it, leaving a person under a love potion forever does not feel romantic. It sounds tragic. To me, I could not say that I love a person if I am forcing that person to love me. In fiction, the angst and drama is delicious of course. In real life, however, it is just tragic and sad and entirely selfish. There are plenty of people in the world, so why does it have to be this one person who doesn't even love you?
Also, how could you say a person "loves" you? Is it saying, "I love you" over and over like a broken record? Is it being a housebound servant who provides breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert along with nightly rendezvouses at a drop of a dime? Is it killing out of jealously or fear?
In my opinion, when these are actions done out of one's own choice, these are the most romantic things ever. Specifically, if you like this person back too. When it's forced, I believe there is nothing that can fill the empty, empty hole that is the question, "If it wasn't for ___, would they do this?" And that is the tragic side of "Love Potion Yanderes" stories.
Now, this isn't to say that I don't enjoy "Love Potion Yanderes". I absolutely do because for me I do love a growth arc where MC/Reader realizes they were wrong and try to fix their mistakes. Plus the sweet, sweet yandere moments huhuhu~
I will say though that the movie Obsession did really put into perspective for how far I can enjoy such stories. Admittedly, it makes me feel guilty for enjoying such stories, when realistically what happens is what Nikki experienced. It's not pretty. It's horrible. It's rape, literally and figuratively.
So to my fellow yandere lovers, in summary: Should you stop enjoying "Love Potion Yanderes"?
I don't think you have to. Like I said, I think there's no problem with enjoying such things in fictional stories or fantasies. As long as it doesn't hurt anybody in real life, there shouldn't be any problem. That's why we have content warnings. If you don't like, don't interact.
I just think that the movie helps add another layer to the phrase, "separating fantasy from reality." To see the real life consequences of a fantasy that most people have be depicted in a realistic manner, it's very eye opening.
Will I continue writing yanderes stories? Well, yeah. I enjoy them. When I write them, I'm not exactly thinking, "this is true love" or "this is how everyone should see romance." No, I'm thinking, "I like this story/romance/type of fantasy" and that's what I enjoy writing about. That's it.
C/w: love and deepspace content, LADS fanfiction, LADS AU, comfort, fluff, MC is a young child, caretaker! reader, reader has an evol, characters eat ramen, reader insert, gender neutral reader
A/n: Hereâs finally chapter 1, I hope I did our alien boy some justice in this alternate universe ahahaaa- Anyway, check out the prologue before reading this chapter!
W/c: 5K
Masterlist | 0, 1 (youâre here!), 2 (not yet!)
[Recap from Last TimeâŚ]
Your mornings were typically spent like this. Quiet and peaceful, which you didnât mind at all. It was just surprising to you, considering this child was dropped off so hastily. Especially so, when there was an orphanage right down the road. You havenât yet had the opportunity to visit the place, but it had some high reviews online.
Regardless, you had the rest of your saved funds to live off of. That and some donations from your kind and friendly neighbors to help out with your daughterâs care. So really, in a world where everyone works so hard to achieve such serenity, why would you give a f-
CRASHHH!
You and MC, both cheeks stuffed with pancakes, looked towards the back door.
-----â -----
[Current]
You squinted your eyes, not quite believing what youâre seeing in the distance. You and MC stood within the frame of the backdoor, staring at the golfcart-sized strangely stereotypical alien saucer-shaped hunk of silver metal that had crashed right in the middle of the field of clovers in your open backyard. Within the smoke it was emitting, many rounded star-shaped lights that decorated the ring of the saucer pulsed on and off, making it look comedically like a movie prop. The dome on it was completely blacked out.
âWhat theâŚâ you whispered.
âAh?â MC squeaked, pointing at it in question.
âI⌠donât know,â you answered with a shake of your head, several conspiracies racing through your mind and crashing into thoughts of calling the police or perhaps the government.
âOhâŚâ
After a few seconds of contemplation, MC let curiosity take the handles of her body and scurried with her tiny legs towards the smoking wreck with her arms outstretched like a plane.
You snapped out of it and shouted as you followed her, âMC! YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!
She stopped just as she reached the saucer, before toddling back a few steps as if she had made contact with some invisible force field. Once you caught up to her, you felt the scary radiation of heat from the hunk of metal. You scooped her up into your arms and ran backwards away from the dangerous object that looks like it could explode any minute.
âAh! Ah! Ah!â MC slapped her palm against your shoulder and pointed back at the machine as she wriggled to escape your arms.
âItâs dangerous!â you reprimanded her, trying to secure a hold on her wiggling body.
She shook her head vigorously and continued to jab an index finger towards the saucer.
âWhat?â you asked, looking between her and the machine. âWhat is it? Iâm not letting you go near it.â
Her face scrunched up in frustration as she tried to make words with her mouth, but was unable to. She then held up a hand and splayed her fingers and thumb, before she folded her thumb and then folded her fingers down against her palm. It was the hand signal for help.
âHelp? Y-you mean thereâs a person? In there?â you asked in disbelief, trying to peer through the smoke at the dome.
âAh!â MC nodded, still wriggling.
âAre you sure?â
âAh!â
You bit your bottom lip in contemplation. This was not the first time MC had intuitively indicated something outside of her knowledge.
The first time she showed this ability was when you had a neighbor over for some refreshments. At this time, she, who normally didnât focus on anything except for anything cat-related, kept staring at a particular spot on the neighborâs chest for long periods of time without blinking. You hadnât noticed until the neighbor pointed it out. You then became flustered and with your awkwardness, stupidly joked about maybe MC was detecting some breast cancer or something (bad joke, and yes you regretted it right after). Sure enough, the neighbor found out at her next doctorâs appointment that she had breast cancer that had been there for years, and it would have become inoperable had she not gone for the mammogram then. After receiving chemotherapy treatment, MC seemed to stop this staring behavior.
About a couple years later when she was a little older, MC began to throw tantrums unless you took her to a seemingly normal hill in some nearby park almost every day. For a few days she stared at a particular spot much to your confusion until she started digging like a hound dog looking for foxes. You took a chance and decided to call park services before MC could get you both fined for public destruction. It was discovered afterwards that a murder had occurred around that time and the body had been buried exactly where MC was obsessed with. Once the case was closed and the murderer was convicted, MC also lost the obsession and went about her days petting stray cats again.
Since then, you figured after several more incidents, that this strange ability of MCâs, potentially some kind of resonating evol, was why that weird lady back then was so insistent on dropping the kid off all those years ago. Who knows what kind of potential MC has? Luckily nothing bad has happened so farâŚ
But how long would this peace last?
âAh!â MC squeaked.
âOkay, okay!â You set her down, holding her by the armpits just so she wouldnât immediately take off. âStay here. Iâll go and check it out, okay? Itâs really dangerous to go near objects like these.â
She reluctantly nodded with a pout, giving you reassurance that sheâll stay out of trouble. With that, you turned around and hesitantly walked towards the saucer. Just as you paused once you felt the heat again, something bumped against the back of your legs. With a swing of your head, you found MC sat down on the clovers, sheeplessly looking up at you. With the most adorable eyes ever.
Darn those cute eyes of hers! I swear this wonât work when sheâs older! you told yourself, knowing full well youâve been and will always be completely wrapped around her finger since the first time she laid eyes on you.
You sighed and turned back towards the saucer. You placed a hand out to the side near your outer thigh. âStay behind me if you want to get closer, okay?â
MC scrambled to stand, fists ready for anything. âMm!â
âOkay.â You inhaled and sharply exhaled as you prepared yourself for anything that could happen. As you inched through the heat, you stretched your arm out towards the blacked-out dome. The moment you tapped on it, which was surprisingly not hot to touch at all, it activated some kind of system and displayed a bunch of alien symbols in digital blue text all over the dome, before finally opening. All of the smoke from within, revealing⌠a boy?
âAh?â MC held onto the back of your leg as she tried to stand on her toes and stretch her neck.
âItâs a boy,â you answered in disbelief.
âUgh.â MC sounded disappointed.
âRight?â you agreed. You were expecting something grander, but instead it was just a child. Whose child is this and why? ⌠Unless itâs an alien disguised as a child? Thatâs really dangerous-
The ship suddenly began to rumble and released beams of light as a cute mechanical voice began to speak. âWarning! Warning! The ship has been compromised. I repeat. The ship has been compromised. Self-destruction will commence in 5⌠4âŚâ
Your eyes bulged out before you quickly ripped out the boy in the seat like a ragdoll and scooped up MC before you immediately launched yourself into the house, just as the ship began to flicker and beep like a detonating bomb.
BEEP!
BEEP!
And it popped.
By popped, it was at the same level as a pop from a single popcorn kernel kind of pop. Confused at the lack of explosion, you lifted your head. The saucer was broken in a cartoonish fashion, with sprung out gears and thick coil. No flames. No broken glass. The smoke fizzled to nothing. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion, which temporarily numbed the pain of your scrapped elbows and knees.
All that? For just⌠this? Motherf-Â
âAH!?â MC exclaimed with puffed cheeks.
âRight?â you agreed with MCâs disappointment.
You released a sigh of relief as you rested the two children onto the ground. The boy you picked up was knocked out but alive, indicated by the slow rise and fall of his chest. He had short platinum blond hair, which no one in this neighborhood shared as far as you knew, and he looked around 6-7 years old. His face was peaceful, with no injuries anywhere as if he hadnât crash landed into your backyard. He also wore some kind of light-colored prince-like uniform, decorated with star emblems and images.
Whoever this was, clearly he wasnât a normal child.
MC mustâve thought so too, the way she stared at him. She tilted her head side to side as if she was trying to solve a puzzle you couldnât see. She had never looked at other children as hard as she was looking at him, you noticed.
Perhaps it came with parenting or being acquainted with other neighbors who had children, but a certain idea in regards to her future suddenly crossed your mind. You smirked. As if sensing your mischief, she jerked her head and met your eyes.
You raised your eyebrows twice teasingly. âIsnât he cute?â
She glanced at the unconscious boy. âUhâŚâ Her expression was quite neutral.
âYes? No? Maybe so?â
She cocked her head, confused.
You nearly snorted, swallowing your chuckles as you figured sheâs not at that age to be interested in boys yet. And youâve probably played too many otome games where one of the love interests of the LIs was the MCâs childhood friend. That was fine. She could barely speak at the moment and it wouldnât do for her to fall for someone who might take advantage of that. You make a mental note to prepare yourself for the day many many years later when she would come home and say she has a crush on someone. Would you be a strict parent or an easy-going oneâŚ?
You shook your head. âLetâs move him over to the couch,â you decided, scooping him up to head over to the living room.
âMm!â
-----â -----
[A couple hours laterâŚ]
Bright blue eyes struggled to shake off the drowsiness of a long slumber as they slowly opened and allowed the light to come in, meeting the doe-like eyes of MC, who had been watching for signs of life from him like a hawk.
â.....â The boy blinked.
â.....â MC blinked.
â... YouâŚâ the boy whispered, reaching out towards her.
MC turned away, much to his surprise, and ran towards you, who was in the kitchen making a pot full of packets of instant ramen. The moment you felt your daughter hug your leg, you looked down with a loving smile. âHm?â
MC pointed towards the couch and made pinching motions near her closing and opening eyes. âAh!â
Understanding, you switched off the stove and rushed over towards the boy, now awake and sitting up. His eyes were nearly slits as they struggled to stay open, and his head swayed like a deflated balloon. You kneeled in front of him and waved to get his attention. The moment his blue eyes met yours, you felt your chest tighten.
SO CUTE!!!
His face reminded you of a ragdoll cat. You nearly wanted to squish the boyâs face!
As if sensing your (innocent?) intention, he immediately snapped out of his dozing and reached towards an invisible holster on his left hip and dragged out a sword made out of light. You threw yourself back in fright and landed painfully on your tailbone, nearly avoiding a slice that only managed to sizzle the edges of the peach fuzz on the tip of your nose.
The boyâs face remained stoic, aside from a frown and a glare. He hopped over the couch and stood with his child-sized sword pointed at you like an angry knight. âWho are you and how dare you-â
âAH!â
MC cut him off by grabbing tufts of his head with her fists, with tears threatening to leak from her angry eyes. Pained, the boy let go of the sword, which dissipated into thin air. MC pulled him with so much force they both toppled on the ground.
Once you recovered from your shock, you took control of the situation and managed to spare the boyâs scalp from MCâs grip. You used your hands to act as a divider between the pitiful boy clutching his strands with tears in his eyes in front of you, and MC sat on your lap as she glared at him like an angry cat, her hair strangely puffed. You could even hear the whispers of hissing from her.
âNO! NO! NO!â MC squeaked, pointing aggressively towards the boy.
âUuuâŚâ the boy replied, looking a little too heartbroken to respond.
You patted MCâs tummy. âI think youâre being too harsh with him.â
MC jerked up with disgust at you. âAH!?â
As much as it was cute to see this child be angry for your sake, the other older child was looking at MC with sadness spanning space and time. You sighed. Surely, the boy was simply startled from being woken up in a completely different place.
You turned towards him and offered a gentle smile. âIâm sorry. We mustâve started off on the wrong foot. My name is (Y/n) and this is⌠MC. How about you? Whatâs your name?â
The boy peered at you with suspicion, understandably, but answered, â... Xavier.â
âXavier. What a lovely name,â you commented, hoping to chip away the awkward tension. âWelcome to our household.â
â... Thank youâŚ
The diction of his voice was strangely clear for someone of his age. You watched Xavierâs eyes flick up and down and left and right and diagonal as he absorbed his surroundings. He seemed to relax once they landed upon MC, who began to wiggle at his staring. MC even covered her eyes, as if to block him from looking at her anymore, seeing as she wasnât exactly keen to move from your lap just because she was uncomfortable with him.
PFF. AnywayâŚ
âSo⌠are you hungry?â you asked.
Do aliens get hungry?
âN-no,â Xavier answered a bit too quickly.
GrrrâŚ
His tummy insisted otherwise. You nodded in understanding. You adjusted MC onto the floor so that you can go back to the pot and divided it into three servings of instant ramen, each size befitting of its receiver.
MC was initially confused as to why she was no longer sitting on the soft cushion of your lap, and instead was on the hard wood flooring. When she uncovered her eyes and found the strange boy still staring at her with the most precious look he could muster, she jolted upon realizing that you had left her in this alienâs company by herself, only to stand so far away. She scrambled to her feet and paddled all the way until she practically launched herself at your legs, slapping your calves angrily as if demanding why you left her to a strangerâs mercy. You nearly tripped, but luckily managed to rest the bowls and utensils on the coffee table near the couch, before scooping her up and placing her to sit next to you on the floor.
âI hope you like noodles?â you offered, pushing a bowl and set of utensils towards the boy, who sat on the other side of the table.
â...â He deigned not to answer, staring at the bowl in contemplation.
MC, on the other hand, spent no time waiting for anybody and forked a huge mound of noodles into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed, now resembling a hamster as she chewed thoughtfully and hummed. Upon seeing MC eat, Xavier seemed to deem this dish safe enough to eat and tried a small bit. The blue of his eyes instantly sparkled at the taste of the broth and then he attempted to copy MCâs eating habits. Now you had two hamsters.
You placed the tips of your fingers together, and prayed that whatever deity exists can protect your heart from exploding from the cuteness. And then you began eating your noodles as well.
For the next half and hour, the three of you enjoyed the meal until there were three empty bowls, two sleepy cats, and one full adult. Before the boy could fall asleep again, a round of questions began.
âSo, Xavier, what brings you to our backyard?â you asked.
Xavier, who had been about to doze off, snapped out of it. He kept his head tilted down, eyes shifting between you and to the side, hesitant. âThat is⌠a secretâŚâ
Thereâs that strangely clear diction of his. Either that princely attire is more than show or he was a lot older than he looked.
âNo!â MC squeaked and slammed her hand on the table, like a gavel in a court case, before you pointed. âAh!â She wanted answers!
Xavier straightened up. âI-I wanted to find⌠a starâŚâ
âA⌠star?â
He nodded, casting a shy glance towards MC. âYes. I- I mean my prince had been looking through his telescope and found an interesting star. So I have travelled a long way to find her- I mean, it. That is all.â
What sort of kid talks like this?
âHow old are you?â you asked.
âMe? I am six years old.â
So young!
You squinted your eyes. âYou seem quite well spoken for a six year old.â
Even MC agreed, nodding her head.
âI am a pri- I mean the princeâs knight, so that is to be expected,â he answered.
Well, that answers a few things, whether you believe it or not. However!
âSo you say youâve been looking for a star and you landed in our backyard. What happened?â
âI was⌠too excited⌠to meet my st- my princeâs starâŚâ
The way he glanced over to MC multiple times with a slight pink blush across his cheeks was hinting something. And you would be an idiot to not probe it, especially considering MCâs safety.
âHmm. Who sent you to find your princeâs star?â
His eyes snapped to yours. âNo one,â he answered without hesitation before restating, âI mean, my prince did.
âReally? I have a hard time believing that. How do I know youâre not lying?â you baited, leaning forward.
His eyes burned intensely, his hands placed on the table as he leaned forward to meet your challenge. âI do not lie. I was looking through my telescope when I found her- I mean, it and I simply needed to meet it in person. That is all.â
The way heâs trying not to point out MC is adorable~ Aww this is such a cute fairytale!
âWhy? Because sheâs cute?â
His pale face erupted with pink as he simmered down into his seat and looked away, occasionally sending quick glances at MC. âNo! She just⌠looked like⌠bunny⌠so I⌠my prince sent me to find her.â
You knew it, barely containing a laugh behind tight lips.
You smirked as dots were connecting. MC was so confused she slammed her palm on the table, demanding an explanation. Xavier couldnât answer, so you decided to translate for him.
âI think you sent too many kisses during the night sky. A prince sent his knight to come find you.â
âOh.â
MC had no further comment, her face twisting just a little. It wasnât like she was going to stop doing whatever she wanted just because some alien weirdo came for her. How else was she supposed to bid the moon goodnight? HonestlyâŚ
âSo, little knight, now that youâve seen⌠your princeâs star. I suppose youâll be heading back? I mean I canât exactly let you take her.â
âHmph!â MC crossed her arms, as if to say that itâll be a cold day in hell if anyone takes her away from home.
He became flustered. âI was not planning on taking her. I simply⌠T-that- It has only been a short while so-â
Ah. The little prince doesnât want to be away from his star. So cute!
âAnd your spaceship is broken-â you added.
âYes! I will need to do repairs before I go back-â
You place a hand against your cheek thoughtfully. âBut where will you stay in the meantime?â you wondered aloud.
He froze. âAhâŚâ
Once he had his heart stolen by the cutest star bunny in the universe, the little prince had only planned as far as escaping the watchful eye of the king, queen, the royal guards, and not to mention his trusty knight who usually successfully thwarts many of his escape attempts. After effectively launching his self-built spaceship out of the Planet Philosâ atmosphere towards the coordinates he coded from his star graphs, he hadnât quite accounted for what he planned to do afterwards.
His face may be the best poker face you have ever seen, but his silence spoke more words than a painting could. You nodded understandably. You were still suspicious of him. âI suppose youâll have no choice but to stay here, for now.â
MC whipped towards you in shock. âAh!?â Sheâs going to have to stay with this alien weirdo?
Xavierâs eyes shone with hope. âI could?â
You shrugged. âYeah. I mean, your spaceship is here anyway. Might as well. As long as you do me a favor.â
His eyes hardened, expecting the worst. After all, he was a runaway prince of a powerful planet. âWhat sort of favor?â
You almost pinched his cheeks out of cuteness. âYouâre a knight, right? Could you promise to protect MC for me, in case Iâm not around?â
âUh uh!â MC protested, proclaiming she wasnât some damsel in distress.
Xavier softened and nodded vehemently.
You clasped your hands together. âExcellent!â
And thatâs how you ended up taking in your very first boy.
-----â -----
[Sometime later onâŚ]
Once you finally convinced the stubborn alienâ Ahem!â boy to get a checkup at the doctors, the three of you patiently sat in the waiting room for the receptionist to call in your name. You turned to your left where Xavier is seated.
âDonât be afraid, these nice people are just going to run a few short tests and take your heartbeat just to make sure youâre as healthy as can be.â
âI am⌠aware.â
His face remained calm, but you could notice the unconvinced tone in his voice. You patted him on the head before you turned to look at-
âMC!?â You stood up in a panic, looking around the waiting room.
FU-
Fortunately, your fear of her getting kidnapped were immediately extinguished when a couple came up to you with a boy that looks like a mixture of them, along with your MC who skipped over to you with glee on her face.
âOh, MC! Why did you run off?â you asked, grabbing her by her shoulders and looking all over for any signs of injury.
For the first time in your life, she pursed her lips and shook her head. She wasnât going to tell you, though her eyes did look guilty and apologetic. You patted her on the head. Xavier came up to your side to ensure MC was alright as well.
âAre you her parent?â asked the lady.
You mentally prepared yourself for a scolding for being an irresponsible parent. âYes, yes I am. Thank you so much for bringing her back. Iâm so sorry, I just looked away for a moment-â
âOh, no no no! Actually, weâd like to express our gratitude to⌠MC, was it? For finding our Zayne.â
You stood up and slightly bowed towards the couple in respect, seeing as they wore doctorsâ coats. âPardon?â
The man chuckled and patted the boy on the shoulder. âOur boy also suddenly disappeared and it was your MC who brought him back to us.â
You looked down at the boy. His hair was short and black, just like the night sky. His eyes were the shade of yellow topazes. Somehow, even though he looked like a ten-year-old, his eyes held the look of a tired adult.
Must be tough⌠I wonder why?
Whatever the case was, MC seemed to have sensed him out and brought him out of his hiding spot.
âWhat do you say to MC and her parent for causing trouble, Zayne?â urged the mother.
âIâm sorry⌠and thank you.â
You squatted down to meet him at eye level and waved your hand. âItâs okay, itâs okay. As long as the two of you are safe. And MC, what do you say to the couple and Zayne who brought you back to me?â
Somehow, for a moment you had forgotten MCâs unique way of expressing her gratitude, but before you could stop her, she had already kissed her palm and blew it out towards them, with a wink.
You watched as Zayneâs face turned pink as a shine appeared in his eyes.
Ah. Another heart has been stolen. Oh well, itâs not like weâll see them again⌠probablyâŚ
.
.
.
.
.
-----â -----
[Extra]
There were certain things that MC didnât like.
For example, she didnât like the sound of thunder. Every boom during a storm brought up memories of a past she couldnât erase no matter what (Y/n) did as her loving parent, even if she couldnât quite understand what those memories were about. It simply sent her stress levels up to the max, causing her to become paralyzed with fear wherever she stood, only able to cry and shake as she curled in on herself.
Another thing MC didnât like was the feeling of eyes on her, despite doing a lot of staring herself. This was something she might have inherited from her parent, who also ironically didnât like the feeling of being looked at by others, despite having a tendency to watch over MC like a hawk. Regardless of the source, whenever MC felt eyes on herâ and she knew exactly the difference between the people who looked at her and the people who just happened to look towards her directionâ being as young as she was and with the inability to speak up for herself, had resorted to throwing things towards the people looking directly towards her.
It had gotten her in trouble, yes, and most likely the reason why her parent didnât take her outside all that much anymore, and MC was fine with that. (Y/n) had provided her with everything a child needed for motor development in a dedicated playroom. The only thing missing was the social aspect, which would've been supplied by other children in places like a park or whenever her parent arranged for playdates with their neighborsâ kids.
MC didnât really care for mingling all that much. And it definitely didnât change with the arrival of that weird alien knight boy.
âMC, look Xavier wants to say something to you.â
âNo!â MC continued to bury her face into your stomach as she sat on your lap. You sighed, sending an apologetic look towards Xavier, who pouted.
The three of you were seated on the couch, watching TV so that Xavier could get a sense of what a typical childâs life was like on this planet, considering he seemed to have a strict upbringing. Except Xavier was more interested in interacting with the only other kid in the vicinity. Even it sort of weirded you out how intensely Xavier liked to stare at MC, as he was simply content watching her without saying anything. Or perhaps he didnât know what to say whenever MC met his gaze.
The channel left the commercial and a familiar tune slowly came on.
âLook! Itâs your favorite Bunny Knightâ you pointed towards the screen.
MC popped her head up and sat properly on your lap with excitement. âYAH!â she squealed happily and waved her limbs wildly as her favorite character popped onto the screen. âOOMI!â
Only then did Xavier break his gaze away from MC to find the source of her excitement. He watched the entire episode from beginning to end. What he gathered was that MCâs favorite character was the one and only Bunny Knight named Lumiere, who wore simply a mask and a blue cape, equipped with a sword with a bunny pommel. Underneath the outfit, Lumiere had platinum blond fur and big blue eyes. Not only that, apparently this Bunny Knight thing was only an alter-ego since he was actually a prince in the Bunny Kingdom.
âŚ..
Xavier had platinum blond hair and blue eyes. And he was also secretly a prince underneath this knightly identity too.
âŚ..
WERE THEY NOT THE SAME?
âŚ..
And yet, MC seemed to be extremely enamored with this Lumiere for some reason, even going so far as to send kisses towards the screen whenever the character waved goodbye during the endings.
âŚ.
APPARENTLY NOT!?
Since that day, you tended to find Xavier scowling at the screen whenever you all watched another episode of Bunny Knight Lumiere.
âYou okay?â you asked finally.
âI do not like this knight.â
MC turned her head at this blasphemy. âAH!?â
âEh? Why?â you probed.
He didnât elaborate any further than that.
MC did not like that. Not at all.
From then on, MC would try her best to convince him about the blessed presence of Bunny Knight Lumiere through her limited speech with the use of special edition merch, acting out her favorite scenes and even forcing Xavier to pretend he was the Bunny Knight himself.Â
Xavier remained unconvinced, though you could tell by the way he tilted his head as MC made intense eye contact and angrily squeaked during her one-sided argument that he enjoyed the new attention.
Oh well, theyâre at least compromising in an odd way. What better could a parent ask for?
C/w: unhealthy behavior, implied mentions of attempted self-harm, implied mentions of attempted suicide, omniscient yandere, yandere x reader, reader insert, gender neutral reader, reader is nicknamed "Sweetheart", fluff (?)
W/c: ~700
Masterlist
So imagine being so tired of the everyday grind of life that you decided to make a wish during some special once-in-a-lifetime astrological event. What was the wish, one might ask?
WellâŚ
âSweetheart, when are you going to give me your clothes to wash?â
You felt sweat bead and roll from your temples down to your neck as you held a heavy basket of laundry, as you considered all of your options.
âŚ..
One or two seconds pass before hesitation wins out. You turned around, plopped the laundry basket onto the floor, and headed out of the laundry room.
âSweetheart, where are you going?â
The frames and boards of the walls quivered and creaked as you fast-walked down the hallway towards the living room, towards the door-
âAww, did you want to take a walk?â
You immediately changed route and threw yourself onto the couch in defeat. The cushions of the couch depresses underneath your weight, the peaks curling up against your body as if it was trying to swallow you whole.
âAww~ Sweetheart, if you were tired, you could have said so. I couldâve taken you here myself.â
With a huff, you rolled off the couch and headed towards the kitchen.
âHm? Are you hungry, Sweetheart?â
Before the door of the fridge could crack open, you slammed against it with a hand. It doesnât resist your strength. You eyed the knife stand, mulling over the same discussion youâve had in your head ever since you got here.
Were you going insane? Yes. Was there a better option? Probably not.
Against all common sense, you reasoned that what youâre about to do will be the most sane option youâve made in this world.
You grabbed the handle of a knife.
It doesnât budge from the knifestand. âSweetheart? Sweetie? What are you doing? Why wonât you talk to me?â
âLet me have the knife,â you ordered through gritted teeth.
The cabinets of the kitchen shudder. The floors began to shred and splinter towards you. The lights flickered on and off. âNo, sweetheart. Tell me what you are about to do with a knife.â
âLet me have the knife!â you sneered, wrapping your hands around the knife handle and attempting ripping it out of the knife stand with your entire body, feet braced against the shaking drawers.
âWhat are you trying to do? What are you trying to do? Youâre not trying to kill yourself, are you?â
You paused for a split second, having been called out. It was only for a mere second before you continued your struggle with retrieving a knife, but it was enough for it to realize what your silence meant.
âNO!â
Its voice boomed, nearly breaking your eardrums, causing you to lose your grip on the knife and fall on your back to the floor. It wastes no time shifting the floorboards underneath you away from the kitchen towards another place- No! Upon realization, your eyes widened in fear and a scream escaped you as you quickly clawed onto the wood in the attempt to stop moving. However, your efforts were in vain as it took you down, down, down the stairs of this godforsaken house into the basement where you had first woken up after your terrible wish.
It tossed you onto the bed, and wasted no time wrapping you up in blankets like a newborn baby, arms and legs tucked in tightly.
âWhy do you have to make this so hard on yourself?â
You shut your eyes and kept your mouth shut in protest.
âIf I were more cruel, I would force you to do whatever I want. Do you know why I donât?â
You didnât care.
âBecause I love you, (Y/n). I love you so, so, so much.â
The voice echoed with a thousand layers of tones as it proclaimed its love for you. Upon no response from you, you hear it sigh before silence falls upon the room. Â The blankets around you did not release you however, no matter how much you tried to wiggle.
You opened your eyes to glare at its ceiling and shouted, âHow long are you going to keep me here!?â
âŚ..
Your voice became shrill. âWhat? Not going to answer me now?â
Silence⌠and then it laughed. It laughed like a large court laughs at a jester. Then it answered.
C/w: love and deepspace content, LADS fanfiction, LADS AU, comfort, fluff, MC is a baby, caretaker! reader, reader has an evol, reader insert, gender neutral reader
A/n: So I watched a clip about âOn My Way to Meet My Momâ and I was like âUwaaaaa-â Anyway, after I recovered from melting into a puddle of cuddles, I wanted to write what it would be like if Love and Depr- I mean, Love and Deepspace was kind of like a daycare / childrenâs home run by you. Because why not? I wanna write a wholesome fluffy series!
Masterlist | 0 (youâre here!), 1
You perhaps started questioning the universeâs ledger of fate after you decided to wake up in the middle of the night to head downstairs for a cup of water.
Glug glug glug glug glug.
After you filled a large glass with water, you took a huge gulp, âAhh~â, taking satisfaction from the coolness running down your throat.
There was just something different about drinking cool water in the middle of the night while looking out of your kitchen window over your sink towards the starry night sky. You take another swig of water, closing your eyes as you tilt your head and the cup back to drink the rest of the liquid.
Just as you lowered your cup, thereâs suddenly a lady, whose frantically wide open eyes made you spit out your mouthful of water against the glass window.
Holy mother of stars.
You immediately crouched down, resting your back against the drawers of your island counter, holding your empty glass shakily as you questioned whether what you saw was actually real or not, until you heard an alarming pounding at your front door.
Oh heck no! If I just sit here and pretend Iâm here, maybe sheâll go awayâŚ
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Knock!
âŚ..
⌠Oh thank go-
âPlease! Help! Please!â she shouted, from the back door.
You groaned. You did not move to an extremely affordable house in the middle of a decently nice neighborhood with that horrendously scary forest right behind you to spend the rest of your days away from those greedy corporations, just to get bothered by a potentially dangerous and strange lady in the middle of the night. For all you knew, she came from that very forest. Thereâs a reason you rarely spent time in your unfenced backyard!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Her pounding against the wood of your door began to climb in volume and power, almost matching the rate of your frantic heartbeat. You decided to head over to your back door on your hands and knees, just as a stone crashed through the doorâs glass panel.
âHoly sh-â You jumped back, preparing yourself for an invasion with your arms upward.
After that, silence.
âŚ..
Wait, what? Thatâs it?
Your turned your head and angled your ear, trying to pick up anything.
âŚ..
Nothing. Just silence. And some occasional hooting of the owls.
Curious, you cautiously examined the stone. On it was a white paper taped. You quickly grabbed a frying pan as a shield and poked the stone with a long wooden spoon. It didnât react. You then held it in your hands and read the message on it:
âI left her for you,â it read.
âŚ..
âLeft who for who?â you asked yourself. Did that lady leave something? A bomb? A threat? A dead corpse??? WHAT???
You told yourself to calm down. You didnât know what exactly that woman wanted, but perhaps it was just lack of sleep that was making you exaggerate things. That lady was probably just a normal lady who just really wanted to give a pan of pie, perhaps⌠in the middle of the night⌠for some reason. And threw a stone through your door-
Ugh! Whatever it was, she left something at your doorstep. And it was up to you whether or not you wanted to find out.
âŚ..
You could go back to sleep, and forget all of this happened. Just handle it tomorrow?
âŚ..
But what if it was something illegal?
Youâd have to clean it off your doorsteps before your neighbors see it in the morning. Decisions, decisionsâŚ
With a big huff, you crawled over the door, minding the glass shards as you went around it, and reached up towards the door knob. You placed your other hand against another surface, just in case you needed to close the door right away. With yourself mentally prepared, you cracked open the door and peeked outwards.
The shadows of the forest loomed over your backyard of clovers where the moonlight doesnât reach. The cool outside flew in and caressed your face. However, within closer inspection, you find a large basket on top of the three steps on your porch.
⌠Thatâs a lot of food?
You opened the door wider after you concluded there was no one outside and tentatively brought the basket inside before slamming the door shut and locking. With a sigh of relief, you placed the basket in your lap and looked inside. Your eyes immediately went as wide as saucers.
Definitely not food. A doll-Â No, itâs breathing. A baby.
Itâs a baby.
âŚ..
ITâS A BABY.
You had a baby in your hands.
Whose baby is this and why!?
Oh, thereâs a folded piece of paper attached to said baby, taped to the light blue blanket patterned with fluffy white clouds. You carefully took and unfolded the letter. It read:
âIâm sorry. I want her to live a full and happy life. Please take care and protect this child at all costs. Her name is-â
You read this babyâs name over and over and over. No matter how many times you read the paper, mentally and aloud, it did not make any sense.
ââMain Characterâ??? Who names a baby âMain Characterâ?â
You looked down at the sleeping baby, half cooing at her cute sleeping face while at the same time wondering how in the world she slept through all of that heavy noise.Â
âDo you want to be called that, baby?â you whispered, not expecting an answer. You shrugged, believing that babies donât know their names until theyâre at least a few years old, so you decided to name her something else- And then you noticed.
Attached to the letter was a birth certificate. It looked official with stamps of assumingly this babyâs feet, with the red seal and everything. It also had her first name officially written as âMain Characterâ while her surname was⌠scribbled out with a black pen. She was apparently born at the nearest hospital and was just several hours old.Â
⌠No wonder she looked wrinkly.
You yawned and decided youâll think about it in the morning. For now, youâll just make sure this baby was safe and sound first. And then sleep for the rest of the night.
Going up the stairs, you began to talk to her as if she could understand you. âLetâs go and find you a good place for now, okay Main Chara- You know what, Iâll just call you âMCâ from now on, yeah? And then in the morning, Iâll drop you off to the nearest orphanage. Donât worry, youâll be safe and sound there. I donât know who your mother was, but I am definitely not the person you want taking care of you. I donât even know anything about raising my own kids- I donât even have kids and Iâm not ready to have kids. I mean with the expenses and the labor, and, andâŚâ
.
.
.
About a hour after you knocked out, you woke up to the sound of the baby crying her tiny lungs out. Slumber-drunk, you threw yourself off your bed and clambered over to your desk, where you had placed the basket. You carefully grabbed her out of the basket and held her your arms, panicking about what she needed?
Changing? You donât have any diapers!
Food? You donât have any baby food!
Attention- Oh, she calmed down.
âWooâŚâ she cooed, looking up at you with the most adorable doe eyes youâve ever laid eyes on.
You adjusted her wrapped body onto one arm, and gently caressed her cheruby cheek. She began to wiggle, which made you panic as you tried to settle her down by squeezing her body or patting her side. She managed to unleashed her tiny arms out of the unfurling bundle and started to make grabbing motions towards you. Out of a curiosity, or perhaps instinct, you placed a finger against one of her squishy palms.
Immediately, she held onto your finger and began to giggle with the gummiest grin.
âŚ..
Ah⌠Iâm done for.
And so, that was the morning you had became a parent to a darling baby girl.
-----â -----
[Four years laterâŚ]
âBreakfast time~â
âYah!â
Just as your dear daughter nearly tripped over on her way towards the kitchen, you had conjured up a pillow with your thread-weave evol to cushion her fall.
âBe careful~â you cooed, as you picked her up and set her down onto a chair.
âOo!â she said, cutely sending a kiss with her tiny hand your way as a gesture of gratitude.
Despite becoming a toddler at an age one would normally be capable of some comprehensible speech by now, MC has yet to form proper words despite your tendency to rant to yourself about all kinds of random things. You had gone to numerous speech therapists, psychiatrists, and even a neurologist at some point, and there was nothing wrong with MC physically or mentally. There were a few indicators for potential diagnoses, but considering she was still so young, this delay in speech might just be a delay.
She waited patiently, swinging her legs as you made two plates of pancakes for yourself and her to eat for breakfast, along with eggs and some bacon and some toast.
You watched in amusement while her eyes sparked with excitement. Her tiny fists gripped a child-safe fork and knife as you poured maple syrup over the pancakes. She, of course, made sure to send another flying kiss towards you as thanks before she dug in.
You pointed your fork at her teasingly. âIf you keep sending those cute kisses as thanks, youâre really going to become the main character to a lot of people, MC.â
âHuhu~â she replied, as if to say, âThatâs the idea~â
Your mornings were typically spent like this. Quiet and peaceful, which you didnât mind at all. It just surprising to you, considering this child was dropped off so hastily. Especially so, when there was an orphanage right down the road. You havenât yet gotten the opportunity to visit the place, but it had some high reviews online.
Regardless, you had the rest of your saved funds to live off of. That and some donations from your kind and friendly neighbors to help out with your daughterâs care. So really, in a world where everyone worked so hard to achieve such serenity, why would you give a f-
CRASHHH!
You and MC, both cheeks stuffed with pancakes, snapped towards the back door.
C/w: unhealthy behavior, religious context, spiritual mentions, mentions of demons, mentions of priest, mentions of holiness, implied!yandere priest x reader, priest has a British accent in my head, reader insert, gender neutral reader, homebody reader
A/n: Hello again~ Today I bring to you something I've been entertaining in my head lately. This is a story for readers who like priests, what can I say? :3
W/c: 1.4k
Masterlist
You remember the day you summoned the priest to your house. It was after you had the unfortunate circumstances to be haunted by some mischievous spirit who took pleasure in ringing your doorbells at odd times of the day and giving you nightmares as you slept. You never saw anything, but it kept happening and there was no one but you who had any business in this house.
He was an odd-looking priest. He was by no means ugly or misshapen or creepyâ Well, he was a tad bit creepy, but that detail will be touched upon later. As for his appearance, he was by no means an ogre. He was about your age, perhaps a few years older. His hair was a decent length, dyed blonde with dark roots. Small silver hanging cross earrings hung on his ears. His eyes were a dark shade of deep brown that drew you whenever you gazed upon them too long. His cheeks held just the right amount of fat, soft to the touch. His lips, always somehow properly moisturized despite the amount of times his tongue dipped out whenever he thought long and hard about whatever he thought about...
.....
Listen. Youâre pretty sure that youâve never met the demon king, Lucifer, but if someone told you it was him, then you would have nearly believed them. Nearly, because heâs a priest. Of course he was of the holy faith, no matter how demonically beautiful he looked. Perhaps it was you who was possessed by the lust of a single, lonely, and parched person. It was his looks after all that made you click on his churchâs ads while you were scouring forums on how to banish evil spirits.
But could you ignore the unsettling stares of said priest whenever he thought you werenât looking at him? Actually, no. Unsettling? It felt more flattering than anything. However, these stares from a priest, is it even right for him to do so? Perhaps youâre grasping at straws. After all, youâve never actually caught him looking your way whenever you try to meet his eyes. Still, there was a feeling of being watched⌠you just hope itâs not some demonic spirit that has slipped through the priestâs holy protective shield or whatever spell he chanted upon entering your house.
Having such a man in the house had other perks besides spiritual protection. Seeing as you were a complete homebody who only went out for emergency grocery shopping and the occasional hobby-related event, he had taken upon himself to take care of bringing home groceries and handling the cooking instead. He stated that since your soul was cultured by such stable homey energy, many outside spirits were attracted to your soulâs cozy aura, and therefore it would be safer if you completely cut yourself off from the outside world completely in order to successfully ward off any lingering spirits. In addition, maintaining the cleanliness of the house and laundry has also become two of his self-proclaimed duties. As a priest, he claimed that his blessing-filled touch would be more effective at ridding any article of your household of any residual dark spiritual energy.
That was half a year ago. Heâs made you quite accustomed to his formulated schedule of breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, and desserts. There isnât a single surface of this house that he hasnât touched, and he had the decency to change the scents to your liking at your whim. He has yet to miss a detail, and you had yet to decide when you were going to remind him that you were an independent person before you met him and that being complete couch potato like this was turning you into a useless blob.
âŚ..
On the other hand, seeing as it has been six months and being a sloth is considered a sin, wouldnât it bring about bad karma to take advantage like this?
âHey, isn't it about time you leave?â
He paused dusting the shelves, turning his eyes towards you. His voice cracked as he asked, âWhat do you mean âleaveâ?â
You bit your bottom lip, eyes darted to the floor for a moment before returning, nearly jolted from his unblinking piercing gaze. âI-I mean, havenât you been here long enough? I mean I do appreciate all that you do for me but-â
His voice even as he cut you off and stated, âItâs not nearly long enough. There are still malevolent spirits lingering around you, and it is my duty as your holy protector to see this through.â
You would have blushed if you hadnât heard him call himself your âholy protectorâ a million times before. âStill!? Even after all this time?â
He nodded. He softened his eyes and shot that charming smile at you. âYes. Donât you worry. Iâll let you know when youâre completely rid of them. For now, please go and enjoy watching a movie or reading a book. If you need new material, let me know-â
You blamed it on his charming smile that seemed to invite sunshine and sparkles into view. Whenever you even mention having a change of pace, such as getting some vitamin D during a nice sunny day or letting him to a day off to allow you to re-practice those daily living skills of an independent person, his face would fall and his gaze hardened to a point it sends shivers down your spine. The only way to bring back that smile would be to simply allow him to do his âpriestly dutiesâ as usual. Being taken care of in this manner has brought your ability to advocate for yourself down to nearly zero, especially since it just felt easier letting him spoil you. Whatever you wanted, heâd want to do it for you.Â
Except for letting you surf on the internet, but then again you had been thinking about going for the âslow lifeâ sort of living that consisted of living moment to moment in real life, and itâs kind of working. Youâve been able to spend valuable time working on physical hobbies instead of wasting away doomscrolling.
All that being said, you werenât completely naive. As you stared at him while he was busy cleaning or cooking or performing some protective spell every so often, your mind often wandered to thoughts about why he seemed okay doing all of this without a single penny from you.
âŚ..
Sometimes⌠you wondered if perhaps⌠he liked you in the romantic senseâŚ
However! To ask him directly would mean being shameless, and unfortunately, despite your transformation into a slothy blob, you havenât quite reached that point yet. There wasnât ever any instance of accidental skin contact or Freudian slip of tongue from him that ever indicated anything, so either heâs very good at hiding his feelings or he was doing all of this simply out of duty.
âŚ..
Sigh⌠You didnât want to ruin such a good thing going between the two of you. Oh well, youâll just have to continue living like this until the day he inevitably leaves to help another more unfortunate client and you go back to your previous way of livingâŚ
âHmm⌠how curious⌠(Y/n)?â
You looked at him with piqued interest. âHm?â
He smiled at you with a tilt of his head, his eyebrows scrunched up as he gave you a pitiful look. âI donât think Iâm strong enough to get rid of all the bad spirits hanging around you.â
Your face twisted in horror. âHuh-â
âAt least not by the rest of the year. In my experience, I believe it might take me a few years to do so⌠I hope youâre okay with me extending my stay here just a little longer?â
Your body nearly slumps over while you stood as half of you felt a sense of relief, but the other half felt-
âOh, dear me. Why am I asking? Of course, I shall remain here until your soul is completely free of such wickedness,â he decided. âAnyhow, would you like to have a snack right now? Dinner might take a little long to prepare⌠Oh, and about your clothes. I know youâve said that you donât need any more new clothes but I found a splendid outfit that Iâm sure you'd like to wear-â
Itâll take you a while to quite pinpoint what the other half of you felt.
