Yandere Scarabia
Hello Dear's please forgive the delay in writing. I've been feeling discouraged lately because I've received accusations that my writing is like AI. I'm quite insecure about my writing because my mind is very scattered and easily distracted. In fact, I made a post where I share the ideas I base my writing on so I don't forget what to write. Obviously, it's in my native language, which is Spanish. That's why I took longer than expected to write this post … It disturbs me to think that my writing style could even remotely resemble AI. It's frustrating because AI steals how humans write in the first place, but now a writer like me feels even more discouraged from doing what I love because of this tool that's being misused... And thank you very much for the good comments in private and on my posts that encouraged me to keep writing. Please excuse my rambling. I decided to write a little different from now on. Have a happy reading.
Kalim is not a sunshine boy. That’s the first thing that needs to be torn out by the roots, like a comfortable idea the fandom keeps repeating because it’s easy, because it’s warm, because it doesn’t require looking straight ahead. Kalim shines, yes. Kalim laughs, radiates warmth, joy, noise, life. But confusing brightness with stability is a childish mistake. If one stops—if one truly stops—and looks beyond that luminous surface, what they find is not calm: it is contained pressure. A smiling emotional bomb, exactly that. A heart filled to the brim, so full it threatens to spill through the wrong cracks.
Kalim is not stupid. He never was. He is naïve because he was never allowed to be anything else. Because growing up in a golden cage—vast, comfortable, dazzling—is still growing up in captivity. It doesn’t matter how many cushions line the floor or how much laughter softens the air: a cage is still a cage. Kalim never learned to distrust because he never had the chance to. Every threat was neutralized before it reached him. Every risk dissolved by someone else’s hands. Guards, servants, protectors, poisons tasted in advance, decisions made for him and without him. Kalim never fell. Never scraped his knees on his own. Never paid the price of a mistake that was truly his.
And that is devastating.
Because the world never taught Kalim that it is dangerous. It taught him that there will always be someone there to save him.
That is where his way of loving is born. That is where his way of giving comes from. Kalim gives because he can. He gives because it costs him nothing. He gives because, even if he never puts it into words, he knows he lives better than others. There is guilt there, yes. Quiet guilt, buried under massive parties, endless banquets, excessive gifts, contagious laughter. Kalim doesn’t know how to balance the scale, so he floods it. If others lack, he overflows. If others are cold, he throws the doors wide open. It is his way of helping. His way of justifying himself. His way of not thinking too hard about the real price of his position.
Because Kalim does not stand out by merit. He stands out by existing. And everyone knows it. Denying him something has consequences. It always has. Bloody ones, even, if you stop to think about it long enough. Kalim doesn’t give orders directly. He doesn’t need to. His lineage speaks for him. His blood. His name. His place in the world. Everyone around him—including Jamil—grew up knowing their lives revolved around him.
Kalim sees Jamil as an equal. He always has. Not because he ignores Jamil’s suffering, but because to Kalim, Jamil has always been his friend, his almost brother. And there lies the tragedy: Kalim cannot understand that this closeness, this affection, this absolute trust, were also a burden. Because Kalim learned that everyone around him gave everything for him. To Kalim, that was normal. To everyone else, it was duty. A duty of life or death.
And that breaks something. That explodes.
Jamil’s Overblot is not just betrayal. It is revelation. It is the moment the golden cage shatters, when Kalim is violently dropped onto the cold ground of a reality he had never had to walk on. Kalim sees, for the first time, that his life caused harm. That his love, even without intent, was part of the problem. At first he doesn’t understand. How could he? But when he finally does… he collapses. Horribly. Because there is no gentle way to discover that you were a wound without knowing it.
And yet—this is what matters—Kalim learns.
For the first time, he takes a step toward maturity. He starts listening more. Stops assuming. Thinks before throwing himself forward. Notices silences. Senses discomfort. Kalim chooses to remain good now that he knows the world can be horrible. And that makes him stronger than before. Because being good, when you know the cost, is an act of will. Not ignorance.
And now imagine this boy in love.
Yandere.
Most would think he’s harmless. And he is. But only for the one he loves.
Kalim as a yandere is terrifying precisely because no one sees it coming. Who would suspect someone so warm? Who would doubt such an open smile? Kalim falls in love like a child: pure, sweet, trembling with excitement. He shouts his love into the air. Jumps. Laughs. Feels real, intense, honest butterflies. And in that purity he decides something very simple and dangerous: to keep Yuu by his side for life.
Because Kalim can give them everything. What Yuu lacks in that world, Kalim has. Food. Shelter. A home. Safety. Money. Influence. Connections. Protection. Kalim doesn’t see this as manipulation; he sees it as love. As care. And Yuu, surrounded by scarcity, cannot help but feel comfortable. Scarabia becomes a refuge: parties where you eat well, soft beds, gifts that can be resold if needed, constant help. Kalim is so considerate that it becomes impossible to suspect anything.
Until he learns. After the Overblot, Kalim observes. Learns from Yuu. Pulls back when he notices discomfort in them. Everything seems healthy. Until jealousy arrives. Kalim feels it, but doesn’t know what to do with it. He smiles. Takes interest in the people Yuu spends time with. Suggests parties to meet them. But at night, alone, the silence devours him. Fear of abandonment. Kalim already knows what it is to lose a bond without losing the person physically. That happened with Jamil. And Yuu is different. He cannot order Yuu to stay.
But do you know what he can do?
Give more.
Much more.
More gifts. More time. More attention. More dedication. More warmth. Because if someone else can make Yuu happy, then Kalim must do it better. It’s that simple. And that’s where his desperation is born: a pure, bleeding heart that does not know how to love without expanding until it occupies everything.
“Stay a little longer.” “You’re safe here.” “Aren’t you happy with me?”
It’s not a threat. It never would be. It’s a plea.
And within that plea, without realizing it, Kalim manipulates. Not with malice, but with tenderness. He offers to sleep together if Yuu misses home. Holds them tight. Keeps them company in silence. And when Yuu sleeps, Kalim does not smile. He watches them. Caresses their face. The butterflies in his stomach stir, restless. He thinks it’s love. But it’s soft, dark possessiveness, fermenting quietly.
Kalim wants to be the reason Yuu smiles. The reason they laugh. The reason they stay.
And if someone tries to pull Yuu away—Crowley, magic, destiny—Kalim intervenes. With money. With influence. He moves the world so that nothing changes.
Without knowing it, Yuu becomes a cause of Kalim’s growth. Dark, yes. But growth nonetheless. Kalim becomes smarter, more aware of how to use what he has. And with Yuu he remains bright, affectionate, joyful. Maybe too much. Long hugs. Resting his head on their chest as if that were the center of the universe.
And when Yuu tries to pull away, Kalim breaks. He looks hurt. He blames himself while he cries and tremble. And Yuu stays because it feels right. Because Kalim has always been good to them. And so, without realizing it, Yuu learns that leaving hurts. That staying soothes. That distance feels like betrayal.
“Stay here.” “You don’t have to leave yet.” “Please… don’t leave me.”
Kalim only calms down when Yuu comes back. He hugs them tightly. Cries in relief. Smiles. Happy. Truly happy. And in his eyes there is a glint that Jamil sees. One that disturbs him. Because it is not the glint of the sun.
It is the glint of something much more darker.
“I don’t want to force you to stay, Yuu. I just… let me be the place you always want to return to.”
Listen carefully: Jamil Viper was not raised to be seen. He was raised to function. To anticipate other people’s mistakes, to put out fires before they ever caught, to exist on the margins without leaving a trace. He was shaped to be Kalim’s protective shadow, the presence that holds everything together without ever asking for anything in return. So when someone—Yuu—truly looks at him, Jamil doesn’t know what to do with that. Not because he doesn’t want it. But because he doesn’t understand it.
Jamil does not trust spontaneous affection. He never has, and he never will. He learned that the hard way. There’s no need to go into details: it’s enough to know that he suffered because of Kalim’s naïveté when they were young, that Kalim’s blind trust put Kalim—and Jamil himself—in danger. Jamil learned like this: not by making mistakes of his own, but by covering for someone else’s recklessness. He learned that loving means anticipating, that caring means staying ahead of disaster and that surviving means controlling.
And yet, with Yuu, something is different.
Not all at once. Never all at once.
Jamil lowers his guard only around Yuu. At first, it’s barely noticeable: a longer exhale, a less calculated response, a sentence that slips out before he can stop it. Casual remarks tossed into the air while he’s doing something else, as if they carried no weight: “If you’re tired, sit down. I’ll finish this.” “It’s not a bother. I was going to do it anyway.” “You didn’t eat much. I served you more.”
And then he goes back to what he was doing. As if nothing happened. That’s Jamil: one of those serious men who suddenly lets something terrifyingly sweet slip… and then keeps going as if he hadn’t exposed his heart for a single second.
This is after the whole Overblot mess. Before that—when Jamil was consumed by the poison of everything he had buried—he did, for a moment, hate Yuu. But even then, he was mature enough to understand: Yuu was only trying to survive, and that was not a sin. Jamil would have done the same. He understood it perfectly. That’s why, after the incident, with Yuu he feels seen without being reduced. And that feeling is addictive.
The problem is that Jamil doesn’t know how to love without controlling, because control was the only way he ever learned to survive. So when the affection deepens, when that viscous knot forms in his stomach—that fear of losing the only thing that doesn’t demand anything from him—his mind does what it does best: prevent. Prevent any harm from reaching Yuu. Especially from those annoying types who might dare to intimidate them for whatever reason. Jamil takes care of them.
Huh? Did you think you heard a snake? That’s strange… There are no snakes here.
If Yuu asks about those strange things happening around them, Jamil answers without hesitation: “I didn’t do anything wrong. I just… took care of you. They were being annoying.” And he means it. Because in his mind, to love is to anticipate harm. To love is to keep the world from touching you.
Jamil’s jealousy is not explosive. It’s internal, silent, camouflaged. It sits in his chest like hot sand and slowly rots him from the inside, like a poison that’s too strong. So when Yuu seems distant—not cold, just busy—Jamil doesn’t react with anger. He reacts with something worse: calculated vulnerability. Not fake. Real. Jamil knows how to use it because he knows it intimately.
He lowers his voice. He looks tired. He says things he would never say to anyone else—because he knows Yuu was there when no one else could help him: “Sometimes… I think about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been there during my Overblot. I might be dead, right?” “I’m not used to someone taking the time to help me.” “You don’t have to stay with me… but… thank you for doing it.”
Yuu stays. Because they feel Jamil deserves it. Because he’s been through too much. Because Jamil gives a lot. Because he sounds honest—and he is. It’s just that Jamil knows how to use his honesty for his own benefit.
In those quiet nights, with no parties and sweet comforting silence—Jamil allows himself small gestures he would never show in public. A hand resting a second longer than necessary. A blanket carefully adjusted. A long look when he thinks Yuu isn’t watching. Jamil doesn’t smile much. But when Yuu sleeps nearby, when they visit Scarabia at Kalim’s invitation—which happens often—Jamil relaxes in an almost imperceptible way. As if, for once, the world couldn’t reach him.
And if one day Yuu truly tries to leave, Jamil won’t stop them physically. He would never do that. He’ll just look at them, serious, with that dangerous calm, and say something simple, devastating: “If you leave… I’ll understand. But this place could become a home for you.”
It’s not a threat. Jamil doesn’t need one. It’s a burden. It’s manipulation. And it works. Because when Yuu hesitates—they always come back—and Jamil welcomes them the same way as always: with the same low voice and the same meticulous care to make them comfortable again.
Jamil doesn’t want to be the center of Yuu’s world. But he longs for it with his entire being.
He’s never had anything of his own (Even his own body is for use to proteccion for another). That’s why he yearns to have Yuu as something exclusively his, something no one can take away. For someone like Jamil, that’s the closest thing to love. And it’s his silent, absolute downfall.
Jamil is terrifying as a yandere because he is starving for affection and validation, and Yuu gives it to him. They seek him out, trust him, recognize how capable he is. Jamil is possessive. He’s frightening because of his unique magic. And yet, after the Overblot, he feels deeply guilty for having used that magic on Yuu. That’s why he would absolutely refuse to ever use it on them again. On others… that’s another story. On others, he would use it without hesitation. So subtly like a snake ready to strike.
Jamil is like a snake. Some are harmless, beautiful, exotic; others, just as beautiful, are venomous. Jamil is like that: venom for everyone else, harmless to Yuu. Yuu is his source of warmth. And like a proper snake, Jamil coils, tightens and does not let go.
Never.
And Jamil almost instinctively conquers Yuu through something basic: food. He cooks like a professional. For someone who might lack a warm meal, something delicious is paradise on earth. And Jamil offers it naturally, casually, with leftovers from banquets, with measured ease. An old saying went “First the stomach,” And with Jamil, it works. Yuu still remembers, though. They remember the broken trust, the magic used on them. They distrust Jamil’s eyes. That hurts. But Jamil understands. He works toward redemption patiently. He knows he involved Yuu when they didn’t deserve it. He knows that just as he was born a servant to Kalim’s family, Yuu crossed paths with him by chance and was used without being able to stop it.
That’s why he’s gentler. That’s why he’s sweeter. That’s why he feels at ease when Yuu begins to trust him again, even when they avoid his gaze out of fear. Jamil knows. It’s trauma. And still, Yuu trusts him. They see him in a good light when Jamil is just Jamil.
And Jamil tightens his coils a little more. Because a snake does not let its prey escape.
“I won’t claim your heart—but I will protect it. From the world and even from yourself.”
From now on, at the end of each post of this length, I will write down my ideas in other post in the same way I jot them down in my notes for my writing (Just one character). This way you can see the pure and initial analysis that I do before writing each piece of writing, before writing it in a way that is more beautiful to read.
I can't do it here because Tumblr has a character limit per post, so yes. But here it is, I'll leave the link.
Yandere main ideas Scarabia.
Apologies to a dear I told I would upload this post yesterday, but the hospital doesn't have good internet in general. But here's the post, I hope you enjoy it~
