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[imdaedalus]

WELCOME!

call me q! they/them. home of soft yanderes

MASTERLIST

RULES

I don’t write yanderes that are too crazy (as in certain kinks, k*lling people without a reason, yk?, etc.)

I don’t write large age gap stuff/inc*st/all that jazz

I write oc x reader buttt I might also write obey me x reader (I only ever played the original game though, not nightbringer so idk anything that happened in that)

I write all genders of yandere and try to do genderneutral!reader but I will do whatever

that’s basically it. if I get a request I don’t want to do i’ll probably just not do it.

requests will probably take me a hot second, school’s crazy and writing is hard lol BUT I really want requests and so i'll try to make it work

always down for constructive critique or pointing out logic/spelling/grammar errors (I admittedly overdo it with commas sometimes).

I DO NOT approve of yandere/toxic behaviors in real life!! this is just fiction for fun, always stay safe and check your own behavior as well!!!

bigots DNI!!!!

[imdaedalus]

yan!crybaby!prince x gn!knight!reader

pt one linkk

warnings: mention of gore, wounds, yandere behavior obvs wc: 952

beaten and bloody, the whole world looks red and blurry.

the soft lights around you are starburst. you can hear your prince through the incessant ringing in your ears but his words are confusing and unclear.

it occurs to you, in your daze, that your prince is alive. and alive is much better than dead.

you reach out and he catches your hand.

the world fades out.

yan!prince later explained what happened. this was days after and he kept biting his nails. his monologue quickly off-tracked until it was entirely made up of sobs. (you had to figure out from context that there was a group of assassins and you suffered some lacerations and blunt force trauma. you'd be fine). he crawled into your bed and continued to sob for hours upon hours. you were still recovering and tired but found it in yourself to stay awake and endure his cries. he was gone before you woke the next morning.

yan!prince has been… on edge. or perhaps, torn apart would be the right term. over the next few weeks, you watch him close.

ever since your little incident, he's been more prone to fits of melancholy than you've ever seen before. often, he'll stop dead in the middle of sentences, overcome by some terrible feeling and begin sobbing.

yan!prince finds it impossible to sleep. the dark settles over him like a noose yet he doesn't call for you. he doesn't dare approach your door. he knows it is only a matter of time now, for you to realize that being with him isn't worth any of the trouble. so he will toss and turn until the sun rises, sure to be alone again.

being alone would be so much more difficult than it ever has been because he's had you and experienced the security of a someone who loves you. going back would be hell. being without you would be hell.

and sure; he could and will—if he must—stop you from leaving. he has riches and guards, resources galore but your presence wouldn't mean anything if you no longer cared for him. if he lost the only person who ever cared for him.

yan!prince tries—with little success—to be exuberantly kind and happy to your face. he needs you but moreso, needs you to want to stay. he doesn't know how much you do want to.

it's late. you're recovered by now with minimal scarring. (thanks to the royal medical team including all the doctors the prince wept to). he has relieved you from most of your typical duties, regardless. after all his failed attempts of being cheery toward you, he's simply chosen to avoid you instead. at first you thought that he'd get over this with time but after weeks, he's still making himself scarce.

so here you are, past midnight, shooing the knight standing outside his bedroom away. you open the door and step inside.

you click the door shut behind you. the large room is tidy and proper as always. there's some soft moonlight, a soft breeze coming from the window that he's technically not permitted to open, the sound of cricket chirping as well. and in the center of the room, there he is. sitting atop his bed on the side closest to you, lying in his orange sheets: your prince.

he glances back at you and quickly away. "I didn't call for you," he murmurs.

"I know." you stroll over to the window, closing it. "something I do not understand, my liege, is that I have been cleared for duty for over a week and yet no assignments have been sent my way."

he sighs. his voice is soft and quite tired. whether from the lateness of the day or a previous crying fit, you're unsure. "you are asking to be sent to a different assignment?"

"I am asking why you refuse to see me. I am meant to be your knight." you walk over to sit beside him, pulling him into your arms. he doesn't retaliate, simply slumping into you like a sack of flour.

silence catches the air for a few seconds, and when he begins to speak, his voice is fraught as if trying not to cry. "… I was terrified to see you hurt, my knight. All that blood, all over your armor, I just—I just couldn't bear it! those bodies strewn across the floor, the… the gore of it all!" he hugs you tightly. you feel his tears trickle down your neck. "and I was certain you'd despise me. I was useless. it was all my fault, I froze like a doe and not a scratch on me! I hate to be the way I am! everyone thinks I choose to be this way and that's not true. I was frightened you'd die. and if you had, all the fault would lie with me."

"this is my job, my prince. it's always been a possibility."

"you don't understand." he pulls away, desperate to explain himself. desperate for you to truly grasp what he's saying. he wants more than anything to choke out the words; to not freeze again. because this time, he knows it'd kill him. "I love you."

he wholeheartedly weeps when you don't answer immediately. the lack of reassurance crushes down on him.

"my liege… Tavion, I love you too, alright? I do. don't think any differently." you wrap him back up in your arms. "if I had to die for you, that'd be just fine. I promise. it's alright."

and with that, all is right in the world again.

"you'll stay?"

"always."

tag: @readingbutunproductive (thank you for the idea! hope you enjoy)

an: sorry this is actually kinda depressing, trying to figure out if love only exists in vacuums and diaries

[imdaedalus]

yan!crybaby!prince x gn!knight!reader

yan!prince seems to have never stopped crying from the moment he was born. around the kingdom of Monstera, his name could be understood as a synonym for complete and overt sadness. that is to say, he is an emotional man. and that is to say you've been his knight for many months and it is a surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) emotional job.

yan!prince was the most sensitive man you'd ever met. it seemed that just about anything could send him into a crying fit. what surprised you more, though, was that just as many things could make him laugh. and making him laugh was much more appealing.

yan!prince had a fairly monotonous routine before you came around. wake, breakfast, cry, lunch, cry about the fact that he couldn't stop crying, and predictably so on and so forth. now, his schedule is a lot less dreadful. he wakes up excited to watch you practice swordfighting with the other knights out in the courtyard, during lunch he'll let you led him out to the forest for a picnic, later he'll sit down with a book in bed and coax you in with him, and he knew that even on the rougher days, he had you to wipe his tears.

yan!prince had his whole life doused in luxury. he had vividly colored satin garments, elaborate foods, and a tall, plush bed with sheets of Egyptian cotton. but nothing—no material item could ever appease his sadness. not the way you do. even your simple, wordless presence can help him from a sobbing mess to sniffling and contemplating whether it was ever that big of a deal in the first place (it rarely ever is).

yan!prince learned how to patch you up just to be able to touch your skin. watching you spar with the other knights—he'll pray you get a slash across the cheek so he can hold your face in his hands.

he'll get the wraps twisted to prolong this ritual, he'd do just about anything to have more time with you. rich in gold and beauty and satin, like anyone else, he longs for more time.

yan!prince used to dread the night. the loneliest part of the day, the darkest part of it. but now, it holds a certain comfort. with you, he has found stability. sometimes multiple times through the night, he tiptoes over to your room beside his and rests his head against the door. you let him in and he finds a certain solace rested against your chest.

you rub his back and often he'd cry but on occasion he wouldn't. instead, he would fall asleep, surely to be scolded by his personal attendants in the morning for doing such a thing as sleeping beside a knight (practically a commoner! they'd cry). and he would sniffle through the scolding but later regale it to you as worth such trouble.

yan!prince is yours. all yours. yours since the moment he laid eyes on you and forever onward.

in all his flaws, you've never turned your back on him.

yan!prince can never let you go. even if he has to do difficult things like ripping up the letter from your commander offering you a higher position in the military.

as long as you stay by his side, he'll share with you all the beauty and luxury in the world.

you are a firefly clasped between his hands—brighter than the sun.

a/n: I hope this makes sense lol, idk how well I articulated him

pt two link!

[imdaedalus]

yan!imposter!husband x gn!reader

warnings: implied murder and very slight smut wherein reader is a bottom

yan!husband used to be a bit of a slacker. at least, you definitely didn't marry him for his outstanding hard work—you did it because you were highschool sweethearts and still young enough to think that meant true love. but after years of chores he never participated in, vanilla sex, and 'dark humor' jokes that sat wrong in a way you couldn't describe, your relationship reached a place of comfortable stagnancy. until lately, of course.

yan!husband has been… different in the last few months. attentive and sweet, making a point of bringing you flowers at work and making you breakfast in bed. it's odd—perhaps a little unnerving.

yan!husband is enthralled by you. enraptured. he always happens to be staring when you catch his eye no matter what you happen to be doing. having breakfast at the dining table, sitting together in the living room, and once you woke up in the middle of the night and immediately found his eyes, staring. they had looked red like a picture with flash from the mid-2000s. just for a moment, that is. he just smiled and told you to go back to sleep.

yan!husband is a night owl. he likes to go out alone to the bar or on late night walks. and he's always so happy after. he's much calmer than the days leading up to these late night escapades where he's a little frustrated and sometimes forgets himself. (you once saw a straight row of fangs when he smiled, sharper than knives. he noticed your goosebumps and seemed embarrassed.)

yan!husband is open with his affection. he loves to hug you and hold you and especially to kiss you. he calls it making up for lost time. he's not above begging, either. he's entirely willing to get on his knees, to do all the work, to lick down your body and watch you cum. he adores a cuddle-fuck. he likes to hear you moan while he thrusts into you, letting his hands explore up and down your torso, feeling the soft skin.

sometimes, you're confident he's holding back. preforming restraint like a man typically does—hiding all the more primal impulses.

yan!husband is… introspective. he doesn't talk all that much and spends a lot of time just observing. he occasionally tells you some of these observations; common human practices, the odd nature of humor, how vain and cruel everyone seems to be. everyone except you, that being.

yan!husband knows you know but refuses to acknowledge it. he doesn't care. he's your Hale. your sweet husband.

an: might do a little p2 on this, I adore the trope (I’ve probably read every imposter x reader on this app)

an 2: thank everyone so much for all the notes and for the follows, it means a lot bc life’s been kicking my butt lately

[imdaedalus]

m!yan!shadow!monster x gn!sick!reader

"open," he demands, holding a thermometer.

"my temperature hasn't changed in the last five minutes." you sigh, turning onto your side away from him.

"i'm trying to take care of you. stop being difficult." he pulls you by the shoulder onto your back. "open," he repeats, sternly.

"you have taken my temperature twelve times. it changed by less than a degree."

he huffs. "change nonetheless, and a negative one, i'll remind you. open now." he shoves the thermometer in your mouth. your illness has seemed to have plagued your monster companion with some kind of perturbation you've never seen in him before. he hasn't left your side in hours even though he usually makes himself much more scarce.

you hold it under your tongue for a few moments (to his benefit) then check the number. 100.2° fahrenheit; the same as it has been for the past half hour. "see? I just need some rest, I promise."

he's perfectly still for a few moments then briskly stands to leave. "no. you need more soup and water. I will make bone broth for nutrients, stay here."

you grab his hand. he's cold and spindly like a skeleton. "why are you so against me resting? rest is good for sick humans—necessary, actually."

slowly, he sits again, intertwining your fingers. small, fluttery kisses land on your fingernails.

"I need you to get better. humans are so fragile. if you fall asleep, it means there's a possibility that you don't wake up. that's unacceptable. you are the only competent human. the only one I care about."

you chuckle and reach for his cheek. still cold but comforting in that kind of familiar way. "hey, don't worry, i'm going to be completely fine. humans don't die of fevers in this century."

he turns his head away. it's usually hard to gauge him considering that his features are obscured by a dark mist but it's clear now what he's feeling: anxiety. desperation. "…fine. more water, then i'll allow you to sleep."

you don't push back so he brings a bottle to your lips. he's usually more stubborn. maybe he's being more lenient because he sees your exhaustion—he's told you in fewer words (and shown you today) that seeing you in discomfort pains him—it'd be hard not to be exhausted when you can feel the sickness roiling in your throat and sapping your strength.

he turns the lamp off, pulling the room into harsh blackness. you turn onto your side, ready to drift off to sleep, before you feel his eyes on you.

"are you going to watch me all night, Thrombey?" you can practically hear him smile, razorblade teeth and all, at the name. the name you presented him as a joke but he latched onto. that name, something he cherished like a divine present.

"yes."

"just come here." you hold your blanket up for a few moments. he doesn't move. "my arm's getting tired," you impel softly.

he crawls into the covers and curls around you. his head finds your chest—to listen to your breathing and your heartbeat, no doubt.

"good night, Thrombey."

"good night. I will wake you in the morning with soup."

you chuckle. "I don't doubt it."

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f!yan!pathetic!gf x gn!reader

"baby?" you flinch slightly, not anticipating her popping up behind you. you turn to her, the only light in the room is the harsh LED bulb from the open fridge so she's a little in the shadows.

"you scared me, you alright?" you answer, a little drowsy. she ambles closer, wrapping her arms around your midsection to steal your warmth.

you're sleeping over again. she convinces you to sleep over all the time. because she hated being alone, she told you, even though it wasn't about being alone. it was about being with you. feeding her insatiable need to be with you.

"yeah. you're not leaving right? it's so late and the roads are so bad, it's cold too," she nods for extra emphasis, her sweet, tired expression just a tad desperate.

she knew from the moment she saw you that you needed to be hers. something about the way you looked at her—saw her. so she played it up when she knew she'd see you; styled her hair, slopped serums onto her face, shaved. she observed you when she could and hoped you would do the same during those microseconds in which she looked away.

"I wasn't leaving. why, you want me to?" you tease.

"no!" she insists.

"kidding," you say, stroking her cheek. she sighs immediately, relief unwinding the pit in her stomach.

she despises when you leave. she feels hungry without you. ravenous. prone to putting her craving into useless things like chewing her nails or masturbating or mobile games (once), feeding her endless want in an endless, ouroboros-like cycle. you stilled her. made her heart beat calmer.

"come back to bed then," she whispers, already making a plan of how she would convince you to stay another night. "i'm cold."

"give me a few minutes," you ask of her, kissing her forehead.

"c'mon. orange juice is more important than me?" she lies her head against your shoulder, shutting the fridge door. she wishes she could be more honest. that she could say that she needed to have you cuddling her, that if your body was not engulfing hers soon, she would feel like she was drowning. or that she's been planning matching tattoos with each other's initials and making a template for the scrapbook for your wedding. but she doesn't want to scare you so she'll disguise her desperation in soft quips.

"of course not. let's go." you take her hand and lead her back to the bedroom, playfully tossing her on the bed.

you wrap your arms around her and nip her ear. she leans back into you. "I love you, Luce."

she inhales your scent deeply. this is all she needs. this is true serenity.

"I love you too, so much."

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MASTERLIST

YANDERES

m!yan!crybaby!prince x gn!knight!reader: part two

m!yan!knight x gn!royal!reader: part two

f!yan!pathetic!gf x gn!reader

if you want more then request me winkwinkwink

MONSTERS

(still mostly yandere)

m!shadow!monster x gn!sick!reader

m!yan!imposter!husband x gn!reader

more coming hopefully soon!!

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m!yan!circus!actor x gn!contortionist!reader

warnings: non descriptive murder of an unnamed side character. (very) slight sexual implication

yan!circus!actor who throws knives around you on stage as you contort into impossible poses. who has been there for you since you showed up to the traveling circus as a runaway many years ago because he was one too. you understood each other. he loves you like a boyfriend without that word ever coming into the equation. and that's okay. he can be patient.

yan!circus!actor who practices every single day on a target. he hits bullseye after bullseye and grimaces with the tug of frustration if he's even a centimeter off. he imagines you beside it, and the thought of hurting you simply burns his heart.

yan!circus!actor who makes up excuses to watch you practice. even if he's already hit a hundred bullseyes that day, he'd hit a hundred more just to be near you in the practice area. offers to spot you or tries to copy you just to make you laugh.

yan!circus!actor who drags red face paint into circles on your cheeks with his fingers an hour before you're on stage, gently prodding about what you think on any manner of subjects.

"…bet ya five bucks that newbie's gonna drop out after this show." he says, making you a little red smile to go along with those happy cheeks and your costume.

"mm, I'll take that bet. he'll hold out for at least two shows. he's got tenacity."

"yeah? he say something to give you that impression?" he asks and hands you the mirror. you look nice—sufficiently clowned out, that is.

"just has that look upon his very handsome face." you take the makeup and smear it along his cheeks in return. "I hope he sticks around. we need some new people. everyone that might have a modicum of interesting stories to tell keeps dropping out without really giving this place a chance."

he nods with the same lighthearted expression but, unbeknownst to you, he's already brewing a plan. something he's had to do more and more often, lately. you really should stop making innocuous comments.

yan!circus!actor who never falls asleep before you do. even if you're having bad insomnia, even if he has to pretend to be asleep for hours before he hears your phone click off—he'll do it. he can be as patient as he needs to be.

he slithers out from the tangling stalk that is your sleeping body and skulks off.

it's not hard to find his prey, still awake, getting high by the nice little pond with the stars peering down luminously. he barely has the good sense to fight back before

"I warned ya," he murmurs, further into the woods now, shoveling out a final resting place. "I told you to leave your first day here and you scoffed. this is all on you, buddy."

yan!circus!actor who returns to your shared trailer late—early in the morning with only a tease of the sun gracing the sky. he wakes you by mistake when he pushes the door closed.

"Arden?" you murmur softly, voice dressed with sleep.

"sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just went out for a little walk." he shields your eyes from the light he had clicked on with his hand, using the other to stroke your cheek.

"you're all dirty, did you fall?"

"yeah. anthill. wanna join me for a shower?" he offers a cheesy, over-the-top wink.

you chuckle softly and so does he, because that's who he is. cheesy and harmless and just mysterious enough to keep you entertained. that's how it's always been. that's what he will be if it means you're safe and by his side.

a/n: erm, not super sure about this one. I just need to get into the groove of writing these kinds of stories (I'm more used to poems/essays) but once I lock in you're all gonna feel it

[deedzreads]

me if only reading x readers was illegal

[imdaedalus]

m!yan!knight x gn!royal!reader

part one link!!

warnings: holding reader hostage kinda?? but it's a good cause, trust

it's just one night before you're due to leave and yan!knight knows he can't let you go. you're more fragile than you let on. he's the only person who has good intentions for you. everyone else—a monster waiting to pounce. you can't go.

you lie in bed quietly with Lawrence sitting beside you, toying with the long leather straps on his gloves. only a small candle is illuminating the room. the moon is waning outside the window. there's nothing past darkness outside.

"you don't have to go through with this," he urges, leaning over you.

"I do. please don't make this more difficult for me than it presently is, my knight," you turn away from him, on your side, unable to face both him and the truth.

he takes your shoulder, turning you back toward him. "and it means nothing to me? it would kill me, absolutely kill me to see you with that tyrant. he will get a painful death to the blade of my sword and that will still be mercy."

you feel unfamiliar with the fire in his eyes. "Lawrence… there's no need to react so strongly, please calm yourself."

"that's absurd. how could I remain calm knowing my pure, sweet liege will be taken advantage of by such a horrible person? the thought, the thought of you under him—" he grimaces. "…you aren't scared of that?"

you find yourself unable to answer. you know he is correct but you are unable to betray the values you were raised with. humility, modesty, blind compliance.

"let me save you. no allyship with some uncivilized, far-off nation is worth ripping you away from me. no war could stop me from protecting you." he's fully leaned over you, blocking the small light in the room so he is but a silhouette with a voice. a shadow with hands reaching low against your skin.

"…I would be putting my people in danger for such a selfish reason."

"you wouldn't, I would. I would take all the blame upon myself." he gently takes your hand to press his lips upon it and doesn't let go.

the words physically pain you as they come out, but you know you must do the right thing. "no. that's not what I want. i'm going to marry him." you bite your cheek as tears start falling. "I don't want you to get hurt."

he wipes your tears, shushing you. "I will be fine, my fair liege."

"nevertheless," he continues, bringing your hair out of your eyes, "you simply cannot stop me." your body lurches to the side as he gathers your hands and binds them to the headboard with leather straps, he, as gently as possible in the moment, ties a thick fabric into your mouth. he must've stolen it off your robe.

"hush, hush," he whispers over your muffled pleas. "i'm doing this for you." he moves off the bed to kneel before you. "you saved me so long ago and I will save you now. the maids will find you in the morning and I will return at once with his head." he stands to kiss your forehead and blows out the candle, forcing the room into pitch black.

he leaves briskly and hovers in the doorway only for a moment.

"send me your sweetest prayers."

a/n: thank you everyone who sent me kind, encouraging messages and thank you all for reading my work. i’m so excited to continue writing <3 i'm not sure as to whether I'll make another part of this though--it's pretty obvious what happens next. maybe i'll continue writing about this character in a different format. ALSO PLS TELL ME IF MY LINK WORKS LMAO

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you got yourself a new follower!>:3 I love your works btw

Omggg thank you so much!! this literally means so much to me and I will be posting again within the week!!

<333

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m!yan!knight x gn!royal!reader

yandere knight who is quiet by your side at all times and has been for years. his love is imminent, even with how he refrains from saying the words that lord over the both of you at all times. i love you

he stays quiet as he helps you out of your clothes, as he kneels at your feet and unbuckles your shoes. every night he takes his time with it, it feels monotonous to you, but the routine is holy to him.

"I would kill that duke for you." he offers softly, resting his head against your knee. he's made his distaste of the man clear from the day the duke came to meet you. (not that that royal's reputation of a salacious madman did him any favors).

"And consequently start a war between his and our nations?" you ask, leaning down to him with a resigned look.

"it would be worth it, if it meant you didn't have to marry him." he gently kisses your knee.

you sigh softly, petting his hair. "Lawrence, I simply couldn't put my kingdom at risk. I would do anything for Hanelia. I must uphold certain… traditions. we all sacrifice everyday."

he holds his cheek against your warm fleece pants, taking your hand in his. "you sacrifice enough. if you'd let me do this for you, this small act in comparison to all you have endured from your parents and responsibilities, we could finally have a moment to ourselves." a moment bigger than hooked pinkies under the table and his frame slumped beside your bed but never upon it.

it seems like a dream.

but you accepted what life had in store for you long ago. and you are grateful; gods know there are many worse fates. those fates include dying in a war that you can prevent.

you smile, soft but empty, in an attempt to cheer him up. "please, my knight. it's getting late." you can ignore the roiling dread in your gut at marrying a man with the reputation of a tyrant. you could even press a smile to your face in front of your closest companion.

but he was no more fooled than you.

he obediently continues to take your shoes and place them aside, knowing that whenever it is that he tries to continue this conversation he'll be shut down.

he is your obedient servant, after all.

but he would do anything for you.

even defy you.

a/n: hii! this is my first time posting on here (if you couldn’t tell, lol) constructive criticism is welcome + sorry that the idea is pretty unoriginal, I wanted to get something simple out for a first post. I really hoped you enjoyed!! <3

part two link