warnings: delusional thoughts, implied smut/sexual references, power imbalance, obsessive behavior, non-con, mentioning of prostitution, reader is portrayed as aroace, nsfw, minors mdni.
Special thanks to @thatstrangesheep and @f4turemom for helping me create one of the most despicable yanderes that has graced my laptop screen thus far, inspired by Kazuma Satou from the anime KonoSuba.
divider by @cafekitsune
Imagine a yandere!hero who had been summoned from his mundane life in the modern world as a high-schooler by the sorcerers of a magical kingdom to defend the country from a sinister demon lord. He’s read countless manga and watched anime related to the genre of isekai. He knows exactly what he has to do. He needs to max out his skills, find the best party members and take out the demon lord. But just because he needs to follow the king’s request doesn’t mean he can have a little fun on the way, right~?
So he did. In between fulfilling side quests and strengthening his relationships with the party members, he would sneak off to have fun in the pleasure houses hosted by succubi to release some pent up frustration. He needed to be cautious or else his reputation would plummet and there would be an opportunity to marry the princess gone to waste. She has a pretty face and voluptuous body~.
Yet as time passed, he had honed his abilities to the point of being able to go head-to-head with the demon lord, alongside with the rest of the party members, whose names he struggled to remember from time to time.
He secured his victory with a single swipe of his sword, connecting his opponent’s neck. There. The deed is done. The kingdom is now safe from an evil that would have destroyed this country. But now what is he supposed to do?
The kingdom rewarded the party for their bravery and valor with medals of honor and a big celebration that lasted three days. Eventually, everyone went their separate ways. After giving it much thought, yandere!hero decided to not marry the princess. He is still pretty young to tie the knot.
The novelty of becoming the country’s greatest warrior wore off sooner than he thought. The people loved him, his good looks easily charmed the ladies, and that was the problem. It was all too easy. These people felt more like cardboard cut-outs than actual people. Predictable, and completely boring.
Then he met you. A mage who looked at him with disdain when he asked if you would like help with a quest to find rare herbs for some quick cash. Or was that an expression of annoyance? Either way, you were normal. Someone who did not put him on a pedestal like a trophy.
“Fuck off, asshat.”
Since that day, he has been following around wherever you go. Whether it was to speak to the head of a guild to discuss business or something else, he was always there. He protected you from anyone who might try to take advantage of you. There are too many perverts in this world, even if he’s befriended quite a few of them from his visits to the pleasure houses.
So why do you still continue to reject his confessions? Can’t you see he is attempting to become a better person who is worthy of your attention? To make it easier for you to do your business in this world? Why do you look and treat everyone with politeness and that cute little smile when you weren’t smoking a cigarette, yet you remain indifferent to him?
Both of you were brought to this world against your will. They hailed him as a hero and cast you aside. He was already strong, but you started from nothing, establishing profitable business relationships and studying magic diligently. You had come such a long way, becoming the incredibly powerful person you are today.
Oh, how he wished you knew how much he desired for your touch. To interlace your hands together as he bends your lower body in half, his cock brushing against your cervix, hoping to impregnate you with his child and the glint of your wedding fingers bouncing off of the candlelight.
Please look at him. Tell him he is a good boy and worthy of your love.
Oh? You will never feel the same way as him because you don’t have romantic or sexual attraction to anyone? That’s okay! He can fix that.
After all, it’s a hero’s job to fix anything that’s broken, right?
So yandere!hero kept his word. He’s always by your side, attentive to your needs, and definitely does not like how some of your associates are touchy-feely with you. If a hand goes any further than what you’re comfortable with, he won’t hesitate to cut it off. He doesn’t care if it will get him in trouble later.
No one should touch you like that. You belong to him as he belongs to you, in body and in soul.
CW: Feelings of hopelessness, depression, loneliness, time blindness, and self-isolation.
Summary: You sat alone, feeling utterly dull and dejected after an overwhelming and unfulfilling day. Jax, upon spotting your current lonely state, decides to help you… his own way.
A/N: I absolutely love older brother Jax, like not as a sibling but just the energy in general. There's something so infuriating yet caring about that headcanon of him that I just AAAAUHGHH!!! Especially in platonic contexts, I'm SO soft for it!!! Anyway, this is a slightly lighter fanfic compared to the angst I've been writing lately cause I wanted to write something where the reader is comforted.... Well, Jax decides to do it by scaring the ever-living daylights out of you XD But hey, what are friends for am I right? Also there's some inner child healing thrown in at the end because why not? Enjoy!
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Silence.
It’s all you ever really needed.
After a long day of overwhelming activities, you finally found a quiet place in the circus to sit and process to yourself. Time felt strange here—sometimes it moved too slowly, other times it zipped past you while everyone else carried on as if nothing had changed.
You were usually good at keeping a level head, always trying to have fun and maintain good relationships with everyone, even the resident jerk that nobody else liked. It kept you sane, knowing you had no enemies and that, at the very least, you weren’t alone.
But sometimes, that wasn’t enough.
For whatever reason, there were these bouts of sadness that would creep into your chest from time to time. Brief, aimless feelings of loneliness that you couldn’t quite understand the origins of. Normally, you could sleep them off or process them in silence, but this time, things just felt… heavier.
It had been a while since you got stuck in the circus. You thought about your past life, everything you had worked towards, everything you had dreamed of.
It felt like all of it had just been thrown away. Now, every day blurred into the next, repeating itself over and over. You did your best to stay grounded—partially out of fear of the consequences of losing your mind—but you couldn’t consistently hold yourself together all the time. And you couldn’t help but wonder… was all the suffering you had endured even worth it, if this was how it all ended?
Trapped inside a literal circus, your days stretching into an unforeseeable future.
“Hey, loser. What the heck are you doin’ back here all by yourself?”
Jax’s voice cut through your thoughts from a few feet behind you. You wanted to turn and look at him, but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to move.
Jax eyed the way you sat curled up on top of the rectangular block, his expression shifting slightly. He chuckled as he stepped closer, leaning over your hunched form.
“What’s wrong with you? Did the wind blow you over?” he teased, giving your shoulder a light nudge.
You didn’t react, your gaze remained fixed on the ground.
Jax’s smile faltered. He straightened up, tilting his head as he studied you. His eyes narrowed slightly, his mouth settling into a small frown.
What was up with you? It was like someone had flipped a switch and turned off all the lights in your head.
“Hey, short-stack, someone’s talkin’ to you, y’know,” he tried again, this time tapping his palm lightly against your cheek.
Still, nothing.
Jax huffed and plopped down next to you, mimicking your posture. He cupped his cheeks in his palms, then shot you a cheeky sideways glance.
“Hey, who am I, Y/N?” he teased, puffing out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout. “Who am I, Y/N? Guess who I am.”
Jax smirked, waiting for a reaction. But when you didn’t so much as blink, the smile slipped from his face again.
You sighed quietly, turning your face away with what little motivation you had left. “I’m not in the mood right now, Jax,” you mumbled, absentmindedly fidgeting with your arm. “...Leave me alone.”
Jax frowned, his expression shifting from playful confusion to something more subdued.
Normally, you'd be more willing to play along with Jax's banter. It was fun to go back and forth with him, especially since it was rare for him to actually get offended. He wasn't afraid of hurting your feelings like the others were, and for some odd reason, it made hanging out with him that much more appealing. It almost felt like he was more honest in a way, despite being by far the most guilty of masking his feelings out of everyone.
You heard the rabbit shift his seat beside you, and your eyes briefly glanced over instinctively to observe him.
Jax clicked his tongue and leaned back on his hands, tilting his head toward the ceiling with an annoyed frown. He let his head fall to face you, a bored expression on his face. "Seriously? So you’re just gonna sit there all mopey and not even tell me why?"
He let his words hang in the air, waiting, but you still didn’t respond.
Instead, you just rolled your eyes, trying to find some semblance of energy to respond in a more energetic manner. In spite of that, the wave of sadness hit you again, reminding you why you were still here, and your expression fell back into dull hopelessness.
Jax’s jaw tensed. He exhaled sharply through his nose and rolled his shoulders forward, like he was trying to shake off some weird, uncomfortable feeling. This situation was not something he was used to. Usually you'd be angry by now and yelling at him to leave you alone, even resorting to getting physically confrontational.
He wasn't used to silence.
Jax slumped his elbows back on his knees again, and he bounced his leg as he waited for some kind of verbal answer from you.
"Y’know, it’s real annoying when people get all sad and don’t say anything about it," he muttered, resting his head on his palm. "Like, at least make it interesting. Wail dramatically. Fall to your knees. Give me something to work with here."
He shot you a sideways glance, his smirk barely there. Keeping it on was more habit than anything at this point, it didn't always reflect his natural emotions. Evidenced by how his eyes showed a level of concern and dejectedness you hadn't seen in a while.
When you still didn’t react, he flexed his fingers into a fist, restless.
"Tch. Whatever," he grumbled, sighing and standing up. For a second, it seemed like he might leave. But instead, he just stretched his arms above his head and let them fall lazily to his sides. He turned back to you, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Despite his brazen remarks, Jax was internally worried about you. This uncharacteristically dull mood was starting to freak him out.
"If you’re gonna be a buzzkill, at least do it somewhere less pathetic-looking," he muttered, jerking his head toward the stage room. He nudged you the same way a child would poke roadkill with a stick. "C’mon. I dunno, go exist somewhere else for a while. You’re bumming me out."
Despite his words, Jax didn’t move. He just stood there, hands in his pockets, pretending to be waiting out of boredom rather than concern.
“Is there any reason you're still here, or do you genuinely believe I'm going to change my attitude because of your stupid little sarcastic quips?” you finally retorted, looking up at him with a deadpan expression. You didn’t need him hovering around, and you certainly didn’t want to participate in whatever pitiful games he played whenever you were feeling low.
Jax blinked, momentarily caught off guard by your blunt response. His eyes briefly reflected genuine shock after his usual quick wit failed him. Instead, he resorted to awkwardly shifting his feet on the floor, quietly breaking eye contact with you.
You sighed heavily and pulled your gaze away as well when he didn't respond. That rabbit was so bad at actual emotional comfort that his attempts to connect with you were tragically comedic. You might have even laughed if you weren’t feeling so miserable.
A sigh escaped you, and you closed your eyes, slumping your face in your hands.
“Just… Just leave. I'll be fine,” you muttered, rubbing your forehead in defeat.
Jax's competitive spirit seemed to flare up a little with those words. He narrowed his eyes down at you.
Just leave? That's it?
That wasn’t a satisfying way to end this interaction. He didn't think so. If anything, now that you’d told him to scram, he was even more determined to stay. As a matter of fact, he'd park his ass right here, right next to you, all day if needed to.
Still, Jax being himself, he never wanted to pass up an opportunity to be a little pest.
“Yeah? What if I don't?” he jested, waggling his eyebrows at you, the beginnings of a grin slowly spreading on his face. “What are you gonna do about it?”
You shot him an annoyed yet confused look, finding his stubbornness to be completely nonsensical. Was this actually fun for him? Because your reactions cannot be that entertaining. You were about as animated as a rock right now, for crying out loud.
Jax's eyes curved into the signature thin crescent shapes he sported whenever he was feeling particularly mischievous. His grin only widened when you made eye contact with him again.
“The hell are you thinking about, you jerky brat of a rodent?” you jeered, eyeing his cheeky expression warily. Everything about his behaviour right now only deepened your suspicion.
See, you didn't notice, but Jax did. His plan was working.
You were beginning to get distracted.
Jax chuckled in response, then glanced behind him, scanning his surroundings for anything useful he could use to his advantage. His grin stretched even wider when a particularly funny idea finally clicked itself into place.
“Whaaat?” he drawled, turning his gaze back to you with mock innocence in his eyes. He fought back a snicker when your position got more tense and defensive, and to save face, he threw his hands up innocently.
“Can't I stay here and hang out with my bestest pal in the world,” he gestured at you, “Y/N!”
“No— What the— Hey! HEY!”
You yelped as Jax suddenly scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder just to start marching off in a random direction. Did he seriously just pick you up like you were a little kid!?
“HEY!! Put me DOWN, ya overgrown dollar store Mickey Mouse ugly lookin’ RAT!” you demanded loudly, bumping your fists against his back and kicking insistently at his chest. “Jax! I’m serious! JAX! UGH! LET GO OF ME YOU PURPLE TWINK!”
“Jeez, take it easy now, will ya?” Jax chortled, his perpetual grin unfazed by your relentless struggle. “This'll be fun, I promise.”
You finally stopped flailing when you realized that he entered the playroom, curiosity flickering through your irritation.
Huh? Why did he take you here of all places? What were you, five?
Jax suddenly dropped you in front of him, rudely interrupting you from your thoughts. A startled yelp escaped you before you landed in—
… A red toy truck?
Okay. Well. That didn’t answer anything.
At least it fit your adult body, so you weren't uncomfortable, just startled. You glanced around and quickly realized it was one of those oversized toy cars meant for kids, just built larger.
Once that realization settled over you, your expression quickly fell from curiosity to exasperated impatience. Your face mirrored that of an exhausted babysitter, as if you were dealing with a particularly insistent and annoying child.
“What the hell is this? Are we six years old?” you deadpanned, your hands instinctively finding the safety bar as you turned to glare at him.
Jax dusted off his gloved hands and chuckled, then smirked down at you.
"Alright, doll, buckle up," he said with a cheeky grin, gripping both sides of the truck and leaning forward slightly. He positioned his feet behind him and bent his knees, hovering his head right next to yours.
You were still annoyed at how he refused to answer any of your questions, sneering and leaning away from his face when he turned to look at you.
Jax grinned back, unfazed.
"Ready?”
For what? God, he was so annoying.
You rolled your eyes to the back of your head.
“Ready?” you echoed with a scoff, your voice gruff and annoyed. “Ready for whaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—!!!!”
A scream erupted from your chest when Jax suddenly took off, propelling you forward with him with incredible speed.
Okay, look. You knew Jax was fast, he never hesitated to show you whenever you were out solving Caine's stupid adventures. Running from monsters, racing, you name it. Even if it was completely unnecessary for him to show off, he did it anyway to showcase his massive ego over his speed.
But this? Yeah, this was the first time you finally, fully understood what ‘fastest runner in the circus’ actually meant. Because this speed shouldn't be possible to reach by anyone! Your surroundings were blurring into streaks of color and light. You were moving so fast your brain couldn’t even process dizziness.
“JAX!” you shrieked, clutching the safety bar like your life depended on it. “SLOW DOWN YOU @#$&ing MANIAC!! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME!?”
Jax just laughed childishly behind you.
“HOLD ON TIGHT, DOLLFACE!” he shouted over the rushing air. At this rate, you swore that if he went any faster that you two would take off into the sky.
Then, you suddenly saw the red wall ahead, rushing towards you faster than a BMW in a schoolzone.
Worst of all, Jax wasn’t stopping.
Your panic skyrocketed, your heart slamming inside your ribcage like an absolute monster. Your back was pressed against the seat, hands clamped down the safety bar like they were superglued.
“STOP STOP STOP!! JAX!!” you screamed, eyes wide as saucers as the wall seemed to run straight for you with no signs of Jax hitting the brakes any time soon.
You couldn't stop screaming.
Was he insane!? You knew he was crazy, but crash-into-a-wall-at-100km/h crazy!?
"JAX JAX STOP STAAAAA—OHHHH @#$&!!!"
At the last possible second, Jax yanked the toy truck sideways, kicked off the wall with a foot, and propelled both of you in a completely different direction.
Your heart pounded like a drum in your chest. Your brain short-circuited, as if it was unable to process that you were still alive. And despite yourself, despite every logical part of you that should be terrified, you grinned.
That was… insane.
You couldn't help the grin that started to spread itself on your face, as much as you didn't want it to. The rush of adrenaline, the sheer insanity of the moment—it completely yanked you out of your bad mood.
Did he just dodge a wall and use it as a boost for more speed!?
You let out a breathless, growing laugh, leaning behind you to look at the spot where you and the rabbit were about to become one big pancake against the wall. You couldn't believe it.
“HELL YEAH!” you found yourself cackling, throwing your arms in the air and screaming again, this time with pure excitement.
“HAH! TOLD YA THIS WOULD BE FUN!” Jax's voice laughed behind you, amused at your enthusiasm. He then grinned dangerously as he pulled the truck in a different direction.
Then he let go, sending you barreling straight towards the ball pit.
Your eyes widened.
Now you were back to being in genuine terror, screaming so hard you couldn't even hear your own volume anymore. Your hands found the safety bar again, but you knew you were done for.
You only managed to shriek out one more angry remark;
“JAX YOU MOTHERFU—”
The truck hit the wall of the ball pit, and you went flying, still screaming the whole way before you landed in the sea of colourful plastic balls.
Jax took a moment to pant, his hands on his knees, before he jogged over to see if you were okay.
Strangely enough, the balls seemed to have cushioned your fall, and the pile was deeper than you thought. Still, you managed to push yourself up and emerge from the surface, comically spitting out a yellow plastic ball when your head popped out.
“Yo, you dead yet?” Jax quipped, leaning over to observe you in the pile of colourful plastic spheres.
Your heart was racing, your head was spinning. The adrenaline in your veins was coursing faster than a bullet.
Your eyes met his.
And you couldn't help it, you tried to hold in your laugh behind a snort, but it was no use.
You burst out in a fit of laughter at that entire experience. You hadn't felt a sense of thrill and excitement like that in so long, the feeling of being alive. The sensation of pure terror, the unpredictability of it all. Then, at the end, realizing that you're fine, but the energy is still pulsing throughout your body.
“That was so epic!” you laughed and threw yourself backwards into the pile again, a huge smile on your face that completely contradicted the dejected frown you had on earlier.
Jax grinned as well upon seeing you laugh like a little kid, his hands resting on the wall of the ballpit. He panted quietly, his ears slightly flopped over as he slowly regained his energy. He looked down briefly to catch his breath, when suddenly—
Doink.
Jax gasped when he felt a plastic ball hit his head and fall back into the pile. “What the…”
He looked up again with a surprised expression, only to find your mischievous face staring back at him from the center of the ballpit.
Jax studied you for a second, then he smirked back at you, his grin returning with a more competitive look in his semi-circular eyes now.
“Oh-ho, so this is how it's gonna be, huh?” he challenged, jumping over the wall and landing into the ball pit as well. He then quickly gathered up a bunch of the plastic balls in his arms and started chucking them at you one by one.
You yelped, not expecting such a quick retaliation from him. But not wanting to go down easy, you began to pluck random balls from the pile around you to pummel back at him.
What followed was an all-out war of plastic spheres between you two. Laughter from the both of you echoed throughout the room as you pelted each other mercilessly with your chosen weapons.
Jax got the upper hand briefly, until you started pummeling him with two at a time, forcing him to retreat.
“Truce! Hey!” he yelped with a chuckle, keeping one eye open as he threw his arms in front of his face defensively.
You were relentless, however, grinning even wider once he hit the wall of the ball pit and cowered before you. He flinched with each hit, yelping and laughing.
“Okay, okay! You win! Time out!” he pleaded, making a time out gesture with his arms.
You finally stopped, giving him the chance to catch his breath and finally let his arms fall to his sides again. You took the time to take a break as well, closing your eyes to focus on catching your breath.
That is, until you felt a plastic ball bonk your head.
You looked up at him, surprised at first before you spotted his mischievous grin. You rolled your eyes, letting him have it. You flicked his forehead instead in retaliation. He reached up and rubbed it with a soft chuckle, watching as you approached the spot next to him.
“Dork,” you giggled, slumping against the wall next to him and sighing heavily. You smiled, a soft grin at the bottom of your face as you blankly stared in front of you.
That was fun, you thought. You didn't have the chance to truly let loose up until now. It almost felt like healing your inner child, in a way.
It was characteristic of Jax to distract you from your feelings instead of counsel you, but honestly, you kind of preferred that. It took away from the frustration of having to vent and explain your feelings to someone who couldn't understand them completely.
Jax knew how to give you space emotionally without making you feel all alone. You had to admit, he was pretty darn good at that.
You smiled softly, shifting your eyes to look up at him. “...Thank you,” you finally murmured, a warm expression on your face.
Jax looked back at you, his eyes briefly confused at your gratitude. He then fell back into his neutral grin, pinching your nose playfully, then booping it.
“Yeah, whatever, loser,” he chuckled. “Don't get too used to it.”
You chuckled as well, swatting his hand away. “Yeah, yeah.”
Sigh…
Okay, maybe silence wasn't all you ever needed. Sure, it was cool when you just needed a break, but sometimes silence could get overwhelming by itself. Sometimes… you needed a bit of thrill, fun, and action to energize your spirits and lift you back up again.
So Jax was always right there for you to do exactly that. Lift you out of a hollow depression and straight into his own colourful, playful world of mischief and chaos. You didn't know how he knew to do it so damn well, but he did.
And really, you could never be more grateful to have him around for that.
Yelena, despite the despair she felt before, sat next to you.
"What -- what are you doing?" you asked.
"Sitting right here," she answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She hated the fact that you pulled the face you did when overhwlemed and about to tear up from fear.
"Hey," she said, hand going to yours, "I'm not going anywhere."
"That's what scares me."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want you to die for me."
"I'm not dying for you, though I would," she even booped you on the nose as if that would help, "I'm dying with you," she said.
It didn't help your face -- in fact, it made you break more.
"I don't want you to die with or for me."
"Why not?"
"That's not how relationships should work."
"Sacrifice is the foundation of relationships."
"I don't like that it is."
"(That is fair), but that is the foundation of our messy one."
"No," you said, pulling your hand away and moving the rocks, "there has to be a way."
After a few moments of clawing at the rocks, Yelena gently pulled you away and back to where you were before.
"No!" you shouted, "no..."
"I have you. I have you."
"I don't want you to think that I didn't try."
"Try to what?" She refused to admit the tears in her eyes in the mission report.
"Try to make you think I didn't try to fight for you as much as you fight for me."
She, after making sure you were ok with it, put a hand on your shoulder, then pulled you into a hug.
"You never have. Ever. I promise."
"Even in apparent death?"
"Even when against that judgment, yes," she said, having a light laugh before putting a kiss on your head and putting her chin on your head.
She held it there without speech. She knew the others were coming, but she shut her eyes. She let herself fully absorb what was going through your mind.
She knew one talk wouldn't fix things for you - nor for her - but this mission wasn't meant to spiral, nor were you.
"I wish I could take away the noise in your head. (I so wish I could). But, what I can do is sit here with you on this mission gone wrong with you."
"You wanted to before."
"I want to help you. The same way we help each other."
"I thought...when the exit caved in, that would be the best way to help you."
She pulled back, putting her forehead to yours gently.
"That would never help anyone."
"You shouldn't be here."
"I came because I was worried about you."
"Valentina sent you."
"I came because of you."
"You're staying because of me."
"Valentina never contacted me."
"I wanted to do good."
"You have," she said, "they rigged this place beforehand."
"If you knew, why did you come?"
"You were here."
"That's not an answer."
"That's enough. I meant what I said, I'm here. Come all the rattles. I'm here. Just as you are."
"I don't want to die," you said.
"(I know)," she said.
"But I was made for it."
"You were made for finding your own path. Same as I was. If that ends here, with you, it ends here. But we have both made each other happy and found a family."
"A family who will grieve us."
"That's what love means. To grieve when that time comes."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Another rumble. A lot more rocks and slabs fall.
"We aren't healthy."
"We aren't," she says, "but we're us in a world that wants us to conform."
You both shut your eyes, holding each other close, ready.
How about she goes on a mission with Tengen to the Entertainment District? She hates every part of the place and also the people she unwillingly attracts. Tengen thinks she's being a prude at first, but sees it's much more than that.
WARNING; Douchebag sleazy man alert! Nothing happens, Tengen won't let anything happen to you, but you do get a small panic attack!
You hated this place from the bottom of your heart and soul. The stench you couldn't quite pinpoint, the busy streets, and the people, ugh, those were the worst.
As part of your mission, you had to leave your corps uniform behind and dress up in this pretty kimono that you got from the Master's kind wife.
You and Tengen blended in perfectly once he left his uniform back and removed his makeup. You couldn't lie, he was a handsome man and you made quite a scene when you and he walked down the busy roads of the Entertainment District.
"I detest this mission, this place, and all these people in here...!" You hissed quietly as you and Tengen walked.
You could feel people's gazes on you two and it made your skin itch with disgust. You couldn't wait to get away from this place fast enough.
"What, do you think you are better than the rest of these mortals?" Tengen asked as he rolled his eyes, "Just because you're pretty doesn't mean you're better than others."
"I don't think so!" You snapped, "I just really don't like humans!"
"You prefer Demons instead?" His tone was accusing. You frowned as you averted your gaze and glared ahead before sighing, "Sometimes..."
Tengen frowned as he was ready to scold you but then a man walked up to you guys and looked at you.
"How much?" The stranger asked and you blinked in confusion, "Excuse me?"
"How much for a night?" The man asked and you felt a brand new level of disgust fill you, "None! I'm not for sale!"
"Sure you aren't," The man rolled his eyes and reached for you, making your whole stomach flip in disgust as he asked, "So how much?"
"Oi, this is my girl you're talking to," The Sound Hashira next to you frowned.
"Sorry man," The stranger turned to address Tengen instead of you, "I should have asked from her owner first."
"She isn't for sale!"
"Every woman here is, no need to be so greedy," The man rolled his eyes again as he started to dig out his wallet, "So, the price was...?"
"Trust me, there isn't enough money in the whole world that would grant you permission to touch her!"
"Uzui...?" As you looked at your fellow Hashira, you started to feel a little better, even a little safer with him by your side. You felt like you saw a new side of him you had never seen before.
"Fine, keep your whore," The stranger snapped as he turned and left, no doubt to seek company from somewhere else.
You sighed out loud as the situation was defused and you were at no risk of being touched by a complete stranger... But you still felt sick to your stomach, almost like you were going to puke any given second.
"Oi, are you alright?" Tengen frowned as he looked at you and you shook your head as you tried your hardest to keep your dinner inside.
The Sound Hashira reached for your hand, but as soon as his hand almost touched you, you flinched and looked at him like he was a Demon.
The man frowned as he instead grabbed your kimono's sleeve and pulled, "Follow me."
You nodded as the two of you quickly made your way out of the busy streets and hid in the brothels' shadows. As you gasped for breath to calm yourself down, Tengen kept an eye out that no one would disturb you guys.
"Everything okay?" He asked, but you were too busy to gasp for air to properly answer. So he gave you a couple of minutes to calm down and finally, you managed to do just that.
"I'm..." You panted as you straightened up, "I'm better now, thank you..."
"Don't mention it," Tengen looked at you, "Hey?"
"What...?" You were fully ready to be scolded by the Hashira, but something else happened instead.
"Sorry for being an ass earlier," The man frowned, "I shouldn't have called you out like that earlier."
You knew that it took a lot for the Sound Hashira to apologize like that. You blinked as you looked at him, seeing a whole new side of him.
"I... I appreciate your apology..." You nodded, "Thank you, Uzui. Apology accepted."
"Good," Tengen sighed, "We better head out if we want to find that Demon and get this mission over with and be gone from here."
"Yes," You nodded as you approached your fellow Hashira, who looked at you as you guys left the isolated alley and went to search for the Demon.
"So how long have you hated people's touch?" He asked and you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, "Earliest memory I have is since I was a toddler and I was being held by a neighbor's old lady."
"You didn't like grandma's hugs?"
"I hated them," You confessed, "I only stayed on her lap because it made her happy."
"Well," Tengen nodded, "You shouldn't do that anymore. You should do what makes you feel good."
"Thanks," You looked at him and smiled a little, "That's on my to-do list every single day."
"I'll make sure to be easier on you also."
"I appreciate it," You really did, "Now let's get that Demon and get the fuck out of here."
Fandoms: Haunted Hotel, Overwatch 1/2, Dispatch, Gravity Falls, Amphibia, The Owl House, Cult of the Lamb, Arcane, Baldur’s Gate 3, Obey Me, Twisted Wonderland.
I don't mind other fandoms, just precise it in the request :)
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Ex: Could you write something about Flambae being used as a living radiator?
Oh, you are alone and living in that rundown place with no money? Not anymore.
Crewel moves in, at least for first year. He helps make sure you can focus on your studies.
Therapist sessions start occurring weekly for you.
Ramshackle now has it's own dorm uniform and you have a full wardrobe.
Anyone at NRC even thinks about starting a relationship with you? Detention.
Anyone at NRC even thinks something mean about you? Detention.
If you come out to him as trans, aro, ace, etc. he will support you and do his best to help make you feel comfortable.
AFAB? Well when that hellish month time comes around, he's giving you as much as you need to get everything to take care of yourself. Ice cream and chocolate included.
Crowley now starts giving you more than enough money to take care of yourself and grim, and he fixes up Ramshackle without asking for favors or anything. The only thing that you can see is him wanting to get away from your da- I mean Professor more quickly.
This one was send in last year, but we didn't have time back then with the daily ABCs (and it was sent in a bit late but-) so I am posting it for this years Valentines!
Pairing: Platonic 7 x aroace!reader
Request: hey! i know you’re super busy (try and get some rest too y’all deserve it <3) but i wanted to request an aroace (aromantic asexual) headcanon/fic (whichever you’re more comfy with) :D like it’s valentine’s day and gn! yn is feeling uncomfy and out of place and so the seven realize later in the day they felt weird and decide to watch movies and just hangout bc platonic love >>
Word count: 700
Warnings: none!
-Asnyox
During Valentine’s day everyone always talks about love, and sure the concept is great and all. You never minded that people fell in or out of love, you never minded some talk about it, or giving advice if needed. But, in February it was just, more and more and more, and it didn’t stop.
Often people ask whether you were thinking about getting a Valentine, but telling them you were an aromantic asexual got them to stop caring quickly. It wasn’t that you minded, it was just not what you hoped for. Maybe you want some love too? Platonic, please?
Personally, it didn’t help that everyone in your friend group was dating someone else. Piper had her new girlfriend, Percy and Annabeth were basically the perfect couple, heck even Leo was once again chasing people (didn’t he learn?). It made you feel uncomfortable to say the least, but you figured, much like any year, you could just stay in your cabin, stay out of the way, and ignore the pressure of society for a bit.
As you were finishing breakfast, Hazel and Frank walked up to you.
‘Hey, (Y/n), we were all thinking of going out together. Do you want to join?’ Hazel politely asked you and you gazed at the group behind her. All couples as far as you could see, and your chest tightened.
‘Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.’ you shrugged as you stood up, ‘I have, uh, stuff to do.’ you quickly said as you looked at Frank and Hazel once again.
‘Ah, but we were looking forward to catching up with you!’ Frank said and you quickly shook your head.
‘Maybe later, but thanks. Have fun on your dates!’ You quickly walked away, cursing to yourself. You knew you were being less than subtle about the situation, but you didn’t want to deal with it right now. Besides, Valentines is only one day a year so if you could just suck it up for a day then everything would go back to normal.
However, unbeknownst to you, your friends felt guilty about ignoring your behaviour. They were only an hour into the couples picnic when Jason spoke up.
‘(Y/n) is having a rough day huh,’ he said and murmurs of agreement were heard all around.
‘They don’t like Valentines, for obvious reasons.’ Annabeth duly noted as she moved her gaze from her salad to the rest of the group, ‘What? Didn’t you all know?’
They did know about your orientation and they realized their mistakes.
‘So that’s why they didn’t want to hang out, they felt weird being around so many couples.’ Frank realized out loud and some people nodded in agreement.
‘You know what,’ Leo said as he sat up, ‘We could just watch movies as friends today, for (Y/n)?’ he offered and there seemed to be an agreement amongst everyone.
‘I mean, as long as none of the love birds here disagree?’ Piper asked, sending her girlfriend a look. Her girlfriend smiled and shook her head.
‘Let’s go then!’ Leo stood up and took the lead, closely followed by the rest of the seven.
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You sighed, just sitting on your bed with a book in hand. Luckily none of your siblings were in the cabin, which gave you peace and quiet. Except, this was disrupted by 7 people just striding into your safe haven.
‘We are here to watch a movie with you.’ Percy simply stated as he plopped down beside you on the bed.
‘Uuh, thanks?’ you grimace at the thought of every couple just cuddling while being left alone, ‘but no thanks. I am fine like this.’
Leo sat down on your other side, and he shot you a grin.
‘You are not getting a choice in this. This Valentines we are celebrating platonic love and we cannot do that without our best friend, right guys?’ he said and some murmurs of agreement were heard. People were settling down, and somehow a laptop screen was propped up in front of everyone. You noted that none of the couples were sitting directly next to each other, but instead they were all separated. Maybe Valentines was not that bad, if you celebrated all types of love.
