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so um can you do Ivan,Till,and Luka x gn!reader who's a yandere headcannons+ it takes place in Anakt Garden but close to when ALNST is gonna start
(this last part is optional so if you feel uncomfortable including it then js ignore this part ofc but Maybe just maybeeeee reader does sh and uses that to make their lover stay with them? JUST A MAYBE OFC!!!!) and as always with my reqs if you don't feel comfortable answering it then don't answer/write it PLEASE I DON'T WANT YOU WRITING ANYTHING THAT CROSSES UR BOUNDARIES I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH!!!! also ur pfp is so cute<3 sorry for this being so long I yap a lot;3
ALNST boys with Yandere Reader- Headcanons (DARK CONTENT)
Pairings: Till ! Ivan ! Luka x Gender Neutral Reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Summary: In ANAKT Garden, love didn't need to be pure. It just needed to last.
Hey Siri, play author's note.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10: Hi sage!!! I lowkey got carried away writing this, but I hope you enjoy this, and thank you for requesting. I don't mind writing sh so I tried to incorporate it as best as I could, first time writing something with it, and so sorry for the wait!! No worries, this wasn't too long at all, I'm a yapper too!! ╮(￣▽￣"")╭ Also ty!! I love NANA!!!
Warnings: obsessive/manipulative behavior, unhealthy/toxic relationship dynamics, mutual toxicity, slight stockholm if you squint, depending on reader, slight love bombing, yandere/yandere undertones (reader), guilt tripping, and self-harm mentions and self-harm threats.
TILL:
The way you guys met
• You and Till likely bonded through music or art, both of you escaping the oppressive weight of the Garden through creation, making something real in a garden of fake trees and breeze. You didn't talk much at first; you just watched him, like how a hawk watched its prey, you noticed the way his hands trembled when he played, the small frown when he messed up a chord.
• What began as quiet admiration became fixation. You saw the way others looked at him, Urak's "project," Ivan's "friend," Luka's "rival." You hated that word rival. Till wasn't anyone's rival. He was yours.
• The first time you called him that, softly, Mine, he'd laughed nervously. Now he doesn't laugh at all when you say it, he just tenses up.
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His view of you
• Till doesn't recognize obsession for what it is at least not right away that is. He's used to people controlling him, to affection being conditional. At first, your clinginess feels like safety; your constant attention feels like care.
• He grows dependent on you quickly. You're the only person who doesn't make him perform to earn affection. You don't demand songs or sketches; you just watch, and somehow that's worse because as easily you give that attention and affection to him it could easily be gone before he could blink.
• He doesn't realize how much he's shaped his days around you until he tries to leave for an hour and you threaten that you'll harm yourself if he leaves you alone and he feels guilty because he would never want anything to help you so he reluctantly stays.
• When you start to manipulate him emotionally and not just physically— pretending you're hurt when he doesn't answer right away, quietly implying you'll fall apart if he distances himself — he knows it's wrong. But he can't bring himself to be angry. He's too afraid of losing someone who looks at him like he's more than a broken thing.
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Your behavior towards him
• You are gentle but strategic every touch deliberate, every sigh calculated to tug at his guilt. You speak softly, almost mournfully, so he never feels attacked just responsible for what you could do.
• "You don't have to stay," you say, "but I don't know what I'll do to myself if you go." You say it like you're confessing weakness as well as leaving him no other choice but to stay with you.
• You never raise your voice with him. You don't need to. The quiet disappointment and seeing the self-inflicted scars on your body break him faster than any anger ever could.
• You always find subtle ways to remind him that you're the only safe one: feeding him, fixing his collar, helping him with his art supplies, small, tender acts that make him feel owned, knowing he could never try and leave without the consequence of you being there to remind him, without ever realizing it.
• You never talk badly about Ivan, Mizi, or anyone to his face; you just suggest things. "She seems distracted lately," or "I think Ivan only wants something from you." You plant doubt like seeds, and he doesn't even realize he's watering them.
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His reactions when you get possessive
• Till's first instinct is to shrink. When you say, "Don't go with them tonight," he always tries to reason with you, voice small: "They'll notice if I don't."
• He doesn't fight. He just sighs, shoulders curling inward, before eventually giving in. "Fine. Just for tonight." And then it becomes every night.
• When you sulk, look sad, or threaten him with yourself? He panics. You've seen him drop an entire instrument once just to rush over and ask what's wrong. You didn't even have to say anything the silence was enough.
• Sometimes, he'll try to push back, "You can't keep doing this to me." But his voice always falters before the end. He doesn't believe himself enough to finish the sentence.
• When he does get frustrated, his temper tantrum is small — he ignores your calls for him for an hour, locks himself in his "studio." But the guilt eats him alive, and he always comes back first apologizing and begging you to look at him and say you forgive him, even when he isn't the one who is at fault.
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When you break down (and use it)
• You've learned that your sadness, the way you threaten that you'll hurt yourself? That scares him more than your anger. The minute your voice cracks and your eyes begin to fill with tears, he folds.
• "If I'm too much for you, I'll—I'll stop," you say. He's shaking his head before you finish. "Don't say that. Don't—just don't."
• You might disappear for a few hours to make him panic, only to reappear with a hollow smile and say, "I just needed to clear my head." He clings to you tighter afterward, terrified you'll vanish again, but this time forever.
• You never actually hurt him, but your words twist his fears into loyalty. He starts apologizing for things he didn't do, promising things you never asked for.
• Eventually, you don't have to manipulate him anymore. He starts policing himself — avoiding others, prioritizing you — just to keep you from breaking again.
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Small details
• Till sketches you constantly, not because you ask, but because he needs to prove to himself you're real. Sometimes, he'll draw you sleeping, curled against him, and he'll hide the page before you wake up.
• He lets you touch his collar, something he never allows anyone else to do, the little light in the middle flickering yellow. The first time you traced your fingers along it, he flinched, then whispered, "Only you."
• You know every song he's ever written, even the ones for Alien Stage — and you know which ones are about you. When he denies it, you just smile. He doesn't argue anymore.
• You keep small tokens from him: a broken guitar pick, a doodle, a lock of gray hair from when he trimmed it. You keep them like relics, tucked away in a small box only you open.
• He performs songs that he writes for you; you're the first person who gets to listen to them. Afterward, he catches you humming the tune of the song. Now, afterward, if he doesn't hear you humming the tune of the song, he loses his normal rhythm, and he starts to overthink everything. To others, it could just look like his nerves are getting the best of him, but you know it's dependency.
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When he realizes what you are
• The realization comes slow, like water seeping into cracks.
• One night, he stares at you at the softness of your expression when you say, "I missed you," and the darkness in your eyes when he hesitates, something in him clicks.
• He doesn't confront you. He doesn't run. He just sits there quietly, hand gripping yours, and whispers, "Even if it's wrong... it still feels like love."
• And maybe that's what traps him more than anything, the idea that even twisted the love that he can't leave without the consequence of you is better than none.
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How it looks to others
• Mizi notices first the way Till always sits next to you now, not bothering her anymore, nor looking her way, the way his music has turned softer, lonelier. Ivan teases him about being "housebroken." Till just blushes and says nothing.
• The others in the garden think it's cute. "They're just clingy," they joke.
• Urak probably finds it entertaining watching his pet, once broken, now willingly tethering himself to another chain.
• Only you and Till know the truth: that what binds him isn't fear, or obligation, it's the quiet, painful, and even sometimes bloody version of love that only people in cages can understand.
IVAN:
How you met
• Ivan was never easy to approach. He watched everything, measured everyone. You caught his attention not by speaking but by staying silent when everyone else begged to be noticed.
• You intrigued him because you didn't react the way others did. You didn't flinch under his stare, didn't try to charm him. You simply waited until he started the conversation, and that alone hooked him.
• When he learned you could read people almost as well as he could, he became fascinated. A mirrored mind, manipulative, careful, deliberate.
• From fascination bloomed obsession, but you made sure to stay just one step ahead. By the time Ivan realized you'd wrapped around him emotionally, it was already too late.
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How Ivan views you
• To Ivan, you're a puzzle that feels dangerous to solve. He knows something isn't right about the way you cling to him, the way you wince when your sleeves get caught in something, but he's too enamored to stop analyzing.
• He doesn't fall in love like others do. He studies love, deconstructs it, then decides whether it's useful to him. You make him abandon that logic.
• He tells himself he's not owned by you, that he's only humoring you. But every time you disappear from a room, his calm facade begins to fracture.
• He both resents and adores how much you affect him. The dependency you cultivate in him makes him furious, but in the end, you're the drug that he's allowed himself to get addicted to.
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Your behavior toward him
• You never treat Ivan like a subordinate — instead, you praise his intelligence. You call him clever, steady, brilliant. You know he thrives on being acknowledged as the one who understands what no one else can.
• You plant your possessiveness subtly: "You're the only one I can talk to like this," or "No one sees me like you do." To someone as proud and introspective as Ivan, that sounds like worship.
• You rarely scold or beg. Instead, you use guilt. You sigh and say, "You always look away when I need you most." You clench your fingernails into your palms to the point they start to draw blood, staining the ends of your sleeves.
• You let him believe he's still in control, that he's the one choosing you. But you guide every move, your restraint is your weapon.
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His reaction to your possessiveness
• At first, Ivan laughs it off. He calls you "dramatic," tells you you're "addicted to him." You don't deny it, you just smile.
• He tries to test you. He'll vanish for a few hours to see how you'll react. When you do react, you send a short message that says, "If you're not coming back, I won't bother eating tonight." He feels something between irritation and panic.
• He returns sooner than he meant to. You never mention it. You don't have to; the look in your eyes says it all.
• If you accuse him of being distant, he doesn't apologize; he challenges you. "You think I belong to you?"
You meet his gaze and whisper, "Don't you?"
He hates that his heart skips when you say it.
• Over time, Ivan stops trying to win. He rationalizes staying as "observation," but the truth is simpler: he enjoys the chaos, the pain, and the love you bring.
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The arguments
• Your fights aren't loud, they're chess matches. He'll dissect your motives; you'll twist his logic until he questions his own conclusions.
• "You're manipulating me," he accuses once.
"If you knew that," you answer softly, "you wouldn't still be here."
He goes silent, because you're right.
• You never lie to him, at least not outright; you just leave gaps for him to fill. Ivan hates uncertainty, and he always fills those spaces in your favor.
• When he walks away, you don't chase him. You wait until the silence gets to him, until the thought of you not waiting becomes unbearable. Then he returns, pretending it was his choice.
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How he shows devotion
• Ivan's devotion is subtle but absolute. He never says "I love you" — he just proves it.
• He memorizes your routines, your favorite drink, your nervous habits. If someone looks at you too long, he steps closer without a word, and when you start to dig your fingernails into your palms, he stops you before you're able to make yourself bleed.
• When you look tired, he pretends it's nothing, but later you'll find food waiting where he knows you'll find it. He'll never admit it was him.
• If anyone dares to question your relationship, Ivan doesn't argue. He just looks at them until they stop talking.
• He'll tell you, quietly, "I don't do loyalty. I do fixation." And it's the truest thing he's ever said to you.
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When you get manipulative
• You know Ivan values control, so you use helplessness. When he sees you vulnerable, shaking, teary-eyed, it short-circuits every defense he has.
• You never scream; you simply crumble, whispering, "I know you don't need me. No one ever does."
• He's holding you before you finish the sentence. "Stop that," he says. "You know that's not true."
• You tilt your head and ask softly, "Then prove it."
• He always does. He stays, talks, touches your face like he's grounding himself because he's learned that when you say you're "fine," it means you're thinking of doing something that once you do it, he can't fix it.
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The subtle threats
• You never threaten Ivan directly. He's too perceptive for that. Instead, you frame your fear as inevitability.
"If you ever get tired of me, I won't chase you," you say. "I'll just... stop existing in your world."
He knows what you're doing, but the thought of you disappearing makes him nauseous.
• Sometimes you'll mutter, "I don't know what I'd do to myself without you." He pretends to roll his eyes, but later that night, he'll end up at your door anyway, as if to make sure you're still breathing.
• You don't realize how deeply you've gotten under his skin until he starts saying things like, "Don't talk like that, it sounds like goodbye."
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Small details
• Ivan carries one of your belongings everywhere — something small and unassuming: a ring, a page from your notebook. He calls it "habit." It's not.
• When he reads, he leaves the book open on the last line that reminds him of you, as if marking proof of something he won't admit.
• He teases you about your clinginess, but when you ignore him for too long, he gets restless. His usually calm demeanor cracks: he starts pacing.
• You once told him, "If I ever disappeared, would you find me?"
He didn't hesitate. "There's nowhere you could go that I wouldn't."
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When he realizes what you are
• He figures it out early; he's too smart not to. But instead of recoiling, he leans in.
• "You're dangerous," he says one night, voice calm. "You could ruin me if you wanted."
You smile faintly. "I already have."
• He studies you like the way the aliens study humans, fascinated, aware, addicted.
• The truth is, Ivan likes being consumed, as long as he gets to choose the fire. And with you, he always convinces himself it's his decision.
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What others notice
• Till calls you both toxic geniuses. He's not wrong.
• Luka finds your relationship "amusing," saying, "You two manipulate each other so well, it's practically romance."
• Unsha likely suspects Ivan's distraction instead when he should be focusing on Alien Stage since it's coming up, but says nothing; he knows better than to interfere in something Ivan has claimed.
• The others in the garden see only your balance, the quiet, poised, strangely intimate dynamic. They don't see the tension beneath: the mutual control, the unspoken promise that neither of you will ever truly let the other go.
LUKA:
How you met
• Luka always maintained a polished exterior, the perfect idol, prince, the flawless performer. You saw the cracks. You noticed the pain behind his pale-yellow eyes, the exhaustion in his hands when he tuned the violin, the subtle way he tried to hide the scars on his body.
• Your first interaction wasn't flashy; it wasn't smiles or teasing. You just spoke to him honestly, quietly remarking on the tension in his posture, the way his breath hitched when he thought no one was watching.
• He was intrigued and slightly wary; few people could do that without flattery or fear. You didn't fear him like the others in the garden did. You didn't fawn over him like the aliens did. You simply noticed him.
• That simple act of acknowledgment, coupled with your intense focus, made him start noticing you everywhere — your small habits, your quiet ways of observing. Before he realized, he was curious about you, then fascinated, then subtly addicted.
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How Luka views you
• Luka is used to being in control; he manipulates and observes for survival, for gain. You disrupt that. He can't control how you affect him, and it unnerves him.
• He sees you as dangerous emotionally, mentally, and a mind sharp enough to anticipate his moves. But he also sees you as the only person he doesn't have to perform for. With you, he can drop the façade, though carefully.
• Unlike Ivan, Luka doesn't panic immediately at your manipulation. He recognizes it, analyzes it, and even teases you. But deep down, he is fascinated by your obsession. He knows he could leave, but he doesn't want to because no one else makes him feel this seen, this needed, not even Hyuna did that.
• You challenge him in ways others can't. You break through his calculated calm with subtle pressure, and he secretly enjoys it.
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Your behavior toward him
• You give Luka attention in precisely measured doses. Enough to make him crave more, but not so much that he feels in control.
• You use quiet jealousy instead of confrontation: "I didn't know you'd be practicing with them today. I thought I was the only one who mattered."
• You never yell, never rage, you simply act hurt, or slightly cold, and wait. Luka notices. He always notices.
• You know his routines, his triggers, his habits. You make him feel safe yet subtly dependent on you for emotional validation.
• Small gestures, touching his hair, brushing against his arm, keeping a quiet presence in his practice rooms, make him feel tethered.
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His reaction to your possessiveness
• Luka responds to your manipulation with a mix of amusement and fascination. He'll tease you about it: "You know, you're ridiculous," he'll say with a smirk.
• But when your words or gestures hint at emotional danger, even subtly, his amusement vanishes instantly. He's perceptive enough to notice even your faintest "threats" of absence or despair.
• He rarely argues. Instead, he acts preemptively: if he senses you might sulk, he adjusts his behavior, stays close, or reassures you quietly.
• Unlike Till, he doesn't panic outwardly. Instead, he internalizes the stakes, and your emotional manipulation feeds a strange kind of obsession in him.
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Emotional manipulation with Luka
• He knows what you are. He respects it not because he wants to be controlled, but because he's intrigued by the precision and depth of your obsession.
• You never need to threaten violence. You simply imply absence, withdrawal, or heartbreak. "If you leave me to perform alone, don't expect me to be in one piece when I see you next," and Luka simply responds with a quiet chuckle and a dangerous half-smile: "You wouldn't dare."
• But he knows you would. And it excites and unnerves him in equal measure.
• You exploit his need for validation, praising him in public, lingering behind the scenes, touching his arm in subtle ways. He craves it. He admits it to no one.
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His dependence
• Luka doesn't need anyone... except, now, you. He might claim independence, but you're always in his thoughts, quietly tethering him.
• He starts prioritizing your presence: sitting closer, glancing at you during rehearsals, even adjusting schedules to see you more often.
• The obsession is mutual; he recognizes your control and, in secret, wants it. He thrives on it, even as he pretends he doesn't.
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Subtle possessive moments
• Luka touches you almost imperceptibly, a brush of a hand, holding your wrist, which makes you flinch at the sting of the marks, a reminder of your actions, but he does these touches for just a second longer than needed.
• He notices every small thing you leave behind, a sweater for when the facility gets cold, a notebook, a pen, and keeps them with him. Not out of sentimentality, but proof of possession.
• He occasionally teases you: "You're absurd," but the word carries warmth, affection, and restraint.
• He may openly mock other contestants who try to flirt with you, but always elegantly, subtly, leaving you flustered.
• Especially with others, Luka's observation is sharp. He notices how they interact with you, and he manipulates subtly to keep your attention balanced and stable, but always leaning toward him.
• He rarely intervenes aggressively. He lets the emotional tension simmer, quietly ensuring you never stray. He maintains composure, but in private, he is completely attuned to you. He'll quietly tell you, "You're always going to be mine," almost as a joke, but you know he means it.
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Vulnerability moments
• Luka has chronic migraines and heart issues. You use this gently. The smallest hint of concern from you will make him stop, pause, or even cling quietly.
• He trusts you with things he would never reveal to anyone else — pain, memories, insecurities.
• You know exactly how far to push him emotionally: enough to see a crack, never enough to break him.
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How he realizes your depth
• Luka realizes the extent of your tendencies slowly, through subtle actions: the way you linger in hallways to make sure he returns, the quiet hints of what would happen if he left, the careful balance of tenderness and threat.
• He doesn't recoil. He admits his fascination to himself.
• "You could destroy me," he whispers once in private.
• You smile softly. "I already have by destroying myself."
• He stays, not out of fear, but because no one else can match your intensity or see through him like you do.
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How others see it
• To outsiders, Luka appears composed, elegant, and occasionally teasing with you. They don't see the depth of mutual obsession.
• The others in the garden notice the small ways he adjusts to your moods, staying behind when you seem fragile, leaning toward you when others approach.
•Everyone is quietly wary, noticing the way Luka sometimes mirrors your tendencies in his own obsession, though he doesn't comment.
• Privately, Luka almost laughs to himself, knowing he has finally met his match.
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Some details for this au!
-Yk how Till is the youngest out of everyone? yeah so he is the only one left alone to graduate in college.
-Ivan and Till are dating.
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