Bestfriend!Fushiguro Megumi x F!Reader x Situationship!Itadori Yuji
Summary: A best friend with non-negotiable boundaries, and none of them are hers.
Warnings: Dark Crack, Obsessive behavior, Emotional manipulation, Toxic attachment, Possessive behavior, Emotional infidelity, Boundary violations, Harassment & stalking, Non-consensual control dynamics (emotional, not sexual), Dark psychological themes, Gaslighting. MDNI. WC: 1k.
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A/N: Everyone in this fic is in their 20s working corporate jobs they hate (except Megumi) and has been written in that mindset.
Thin line dividers by @cursed-carmine, engagement banner by @saradika-graphics. The remaining two headers are by me.
Bestfriend!Megumi is 28, a man in finance, trust-fund, six-five, blue-eyed, and rich in that quiet, terrifying way that makes other Wall Street bros sweat through their suits.
Yet, BFF!Megumi is still the same boy who once refused to eat lunch unless you sat beside him in school.
BFF!Megumi tells every woman he dates the same thing on the first date, usually right before coffee, sometimes mid-drink if she seems promising. He says his family and his best friend are non-negotiable.
BFF!Megumi says it calmly, like he’s reporting stock returns, that you come first, that he will not negotiate access to you, space with you, trips with you, time with you.
BFF!Megumi watches their faces shift every single time: surprise, offense, calculation.
BFF!Megumi never wavers.
BFF!Megumi has dumped more women over that boundary than over cheating, lying, or disrespect.
BFF!Megumi truly believes this is healthy.
BFF!Megumi is wrong in several legally prosecutable ways.
BFF!Megumi is also so devastatingly attractive that women keep trying anyway.
BFF!Megumi dates socialites, tech founders, crypto girls, adrenaline junkies, and women who describe themselves as low-maintenance while keying your car.
BFF!Megumi never notices the pattern until it’s far too late.
BFF!Megumi's girlfriends always start polite with you.
BFF!Megumi's girlfriends always end up stalking you to your office, screaming at you in cafés, or shoving you in bathrooms.
BFF!Megumi breaks up with them instantly and files a restraining order every single time.
BFF!Megumi does not understand why you keep calling it humiliating to be almost mauled in public for existing.
BFF!Megumi thinks the solution is simply that they should have adjusted better.
BFF!Megumi is why your block list qualifies as a federal archive. It is longer than your dating history and your CV combined.
BFF!Megumi is why all local cops know your name.
BFF!Megumi is why four different women have tried to fight you outside three different malls.
BFF!Megumi thinks none of this reflects badly on him.
BFF!Megumi sits with you on your rooftop on a random Tuesday, a cheap bottle between you, the city wind cold on your skin while you talk about nothing because nothing is all you ever give him.
BFF!Megumi listens. He always listens.
BFF!Megumi watches you dangle your ankles over the edge like the city can’t touch you up there.
BFF!Megumi knows you’re faking it because he has always known.
BFF!Megumi lets you.
BFF!Megumi grew up with you.
BFF!Megumi learned your breathing patterns before he learned multiplication.
BFF!Megumi learned when your jokes mean you’re fine and when they mean you’re not.
BFF!Megumi learned them early and kept them close and never once let them change what he asks of women.
BFF!Megumi thinks love has rules.
BFF!Megumi thinks devotion is architectural.
He designs everything to hold.
At tables, he always takes the outer seat. Street-side when you walk.
He opens doors before you reach for them.
He positions himself between you and strangers without ever announcing it.
You never called it control.
You called it habit.
BFF!Megumi thinks if you bend for anyone, you break.
BFF!Megumi hears you, drunk and half-laughing, say you’re probably going to end up on Reddit because of him one day.
BFF!Megumi tilts his head like you’re presenting a case study done by rats on humans.
BFF!Megumi listens as you explain some ex of his will write an AITA post, and everyone will take her side, and you’ll be the villain even though you’re a girls’ girl and he’s the stock-market cryptid who imprinted on you at age four.
BFF!Megumi doesn’t laugh.
BFF!Megumi tells you imaginary comment sections don’t matter.
BFF!Megumi tells you strangers don’t know you like he does.
BFF!Megumi tells you he grew up with you.
BFF!Megumi tells you that you make grown men sweat and deer-eyed women relax.
BFF!Megumi means it as a fact behind a bathroom-stall Sharpie message someone wrote while high off of coke.
BFF!Megumi doesn’t realize facts said like that still sound like worship.
BFF!Megumi watches you look at him like he’s said something strange.
BFF!Megumi watches you deflect with a joke so the moment doesn’t get dangerous.
BFF!Megumi hears you casually mention you ran into Yuji behind the McDonald’s.
BFF!Megumi knows exactly which McDonald’s without asking.
BFF!Megumi listens as you describe Yuji smoking behind the dumpster like his job was actively strangling his will to live.
BFF!Megumi takes a sip, already knowing that.
BFF!Megumi hears that Yuji bought you ice cream.
BFF!Megumi narrows his eyes.
BFF!Megumi hears that Yuji asked if you were seeing someone when he’s never even been that close with you.
BFF!Megumi says men only ask that when they think they have a shot.
BFF!Megumi informs you that buying McDonald’s ice cream is basically a situationship proposal in man-language.
BFF!Megumi says it like he’s defending a PhD titled Men: A Tragic Comedy about Monkeys, Seahorses, and Manwhores.
BFF!Megumi watches you lean back and insist that Yuji has gotten hotter now in a soft dom golden retriever way.
BFF!Megumi watches you announce that you like breedable energy men.
BFF!Megumi accuses you of reading too much fan fiction.
BFF!Megumi is then informed that he personally tested into a submissive omega on an omegaverse quiz.
BFF!Megumi has never recovered from that insult.
BFF!Megumi watches you laugh into your drink.
BFF!Megumi sees you a week later with Yuji at a food truck.
BFF!Megumi is not stalking you; he is simply passing by in the exact wrong place at the exact worst time.
BFF!Megumi sees Yuji break the gyōza into little halves and cool them with a soft, careful puff that reeks of patient, golden-retriever sincerity.
BFF!Megumi sees Yuji feed you with his hand.
BFF!Megumi remembers that once upon a time, it had been Megumi’s thumb brushing crumbs from your lower lip.
You had flinched. Not far away. Just… startled.
BFF!Megumi never touched you like that again.
BFF!Megumi kept that boundary. Ignored every other one.
BFF!Megumi sees you animated and alive and talking to Yuji with your whole face.
BFF!Megumi has never wanted to commit murder in broad daylight before.
Ch 2 | Ch 3 End | Ch 4 Alt Ending
A/N: Part 2 will escalate.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Magical Realism, Alternate History, Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Dark Crack, Childhood Friends, Crack Treated Seriously, do not copy to another site
Series: Part 1 of Yandere Nation (Literally)
Summary:
Two hundred and fifty years ago, the United States of Paradisus was founded by yanderes fleeing persecution for how they loved. Or, from the perspective of the rest of the world, they successfully drove out a bunch of superpowered violent lunatics. In the modern era, a powerless young woman named Sybil has learned how to survive and dodge obsessions every day in a country where any crime is legal as long as it’s committed for love.
Anharion: they keep teasing me because I’m naked in the throne room. Can I kill them?
Sarcean: yeah sure go for it
Anharion: Can I at least wear clothes while I—
Sarcean: Absolutely not.
hc for this fic is that sarcean is constantly torn between being annoyed that people taunt anharion for being naked (sans collar and chain) but not wanting to cover him up because, reasons.
for all that Sarcean enjoys the open display of his yielded General—as much to spark awe and fear in his Commanders as to remind Anharion of his bondage—Sarcean does not care for sharing. Anharion is his alone to tease then take.
I actually wrote it all at once ages ago as a story idea but the second part...
Well, let’s call it “dark crack.” It’s ridiculous and I cop to that. It’s fine. You’ve been warned. There will be no more of this.
Cut because LONG.
Narrative heavy.
Thank you @thefightingbull for encouraging me to post it originally and @atasteforsuicidal for the prompt that made me post it anyway.
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“Why do you talk about akhi like that?” Damian demanded, fed up with the talk around him. “Surely you understand why he did those things! Why he acted like that! You know he’s better!”
“Damian it’s a bit more complicated than that. We can’t just forgive the fact that he tried to kill Tim.” Dick ran a hand over his face and added, “Or Bruce.”
“He didn’t try to kill either of them. If he wanted them dead they would be dead. Jason doesn’t play with his food.” The boy stated drolly before becoming serious again. “He obviously fought very hard against the Madness, I don’t understand how you can be so condemning. You should value his strength instead of — of...”
He trailed off, unable to find the right words.
Dick started to bite back but Bruce shook his head and looked to the boy.
“What do you mean, Damian?”
“The Madness. Jason obviously fought very hard against it.”
“I was under the impression that Jason was only in the Pit once and that usually doesn't cause Madness that severely.” The man stated slowly.
“Did he tell you that or did you assume?” Damian bit out.
At Bruce’s silence Damian sighed.
“Jason was one of grandfather’s favorite experiments. He was in the Pit more times than anyone should ever be, especially towards the end. Grandfather would have him killed then thrown into the Pit before he healed himself. He wanted to study the effects of Jason’s ability.”
“What?!” Bruce wheezed, horror clear in his voice.
Dick wasn’t much better; his face had paled at what his newest brother had revealed.
Damian shuddered, “All it did was give Jason one of the most severe cases of Pit Madness we’ve seen as the waters built up in his system. Were his eyes blue when he came back to you or the acid green of Lazarus?”
“They were green.” Tim told him. “They nearly glowed.”
“Jason was able to fight that in order to keep himself from killing you.” Damian stated.
Dick shook off his shock, “Is that why you checked his eyes when you saw him the other day?”
“Yes.” Damian nodded. “I wanted to see how much had drained. They’re nearly all back to blue again.”
“How do you drain Pit Madness?” Tim asked.
“Normally, you don’t.” Damian said, honestly. “Normally, you have to ride it out until you get it under control or until it fades naturally. But Jason’s an exception. His abilities mean that he can sever the connection to the Pit and it will fade that much faster.”
“Sever the connection? How?”
“When he dies, of course.” Damian looked confused.
“Lazarus wraps around life force. When he dies, it severs the connection. When he comes back it cannot hold on as tightly so it drains more quickly. The more he dies, the quicker it drains.”
“I feel like I’m walking into a conversation with half the information.” Dick said, tiredly.
“Do you not… know any of this?” Damian asked, aghast.
“No, Damian. This is all new information.” Bruce stated, pained.
The boy looked unsure. “Perhaps I should not… Well, no, Jason said I should trust you.”
“Jason told you to trust us?” Tim said, surprised.
Damian nodded, “He used the form of the word to mean the highest levels of trust. Indicating that I can be wholly myself among you and do not need to fear attack and can share any and all secrets. If he didn’t want me to share this — if he didn’t want me to talk about this — he wouldn’t have used that word.”
Suddenly, amusement flashed across his face, “Or he forgot which word meant what... in which case this is his own fault and he can suffer the consequences.”
Damian looked up, “While we don’t know the origin of the ability my grandfather’s scientists were able to discover that Jason doesn’t die permanently. When he woke up in his coffin—”
He stopped as horrified gasps came from the other three. “He didn’t tell you.”
“No. We assumed the Pit.”
“Of course.” Damian stated flatly before sighing ad continuing.
“When he woke up in his coffin that was the awakening of whatever power he has. I don’t know the story of how he came to be with us, you’ll have to ask Mother or Jason, but I do remember that he was practically catatonic when I first met him. He could eat, perform basic functions, and defend himself.”
“His mind was slowly healing but not enough for my grandfather. Ra’s was going to have him executed. Well, Mother said he was going to have him sent away and cared for but we believe he was going to have Jason executed. Mother smuggled him into the Pit to revive his mind. It worked and we ran from Grandfather’s reprisal.”
“We hid in France. Mother was training Jason and Jason was helping to train me in some of the techniques you taught him. One day there was an accident. I don’t know the particulars, I wasn’t there. Jason died. He was prepared for burial. It was four days while arrangements were made.”
Damian looked at Bruce. “Then he came back. Scared the hell out of everyone in the compound when he just walked into the courtyard and asked why he was in the crypt.”
“I’ve never seen Mother so pale in my life.” Damian admitted.
“It wasn’t long until we received a summons from Grandfather. Obviously, we had a traitor. Jason’s ability was tested.”
“It was… horrific. We did everything we could to prevent it but…”
“Ra’s does what he wants.” Bruce stated, “Nothing he does is your fault Damian.”
The boy shook his head, “The next time he died, it only took a day for him to revive. The next time, 12 hours. As far as I know, it’s never gotten any lower than that. He started healing more quickly — about twice what’s normal.”
“Grandfather had Jason trained for a couple of years. I… I think Grandfather had something over Mother and Jason. I don’t know what and they wouldn’t tell me but they wouldn’t leave. Said they couldn’t. But then Jason was assigned a target he refused.”
Damian huffed, “I don’t know what or why for that either. Grandfather was furious and he was already showing signs of losing his mind. He had Jason executed then thrown into the Pit. When he came out, Jason was… different. Harsher, easier for Grandfather to control. Grandfather noticed the difference and began a series of experiments on Jason. Killing him, reviving him. Effects of Pit water. It was horrific.”
Damian shuddered.
“It was determined that whatever ability Jason has allowed the Pit to take a harder hold on him if the Pit is used to revive him. He’s twice as susceptible to the Madness. If he dies and revives on his own it drains naturally. Or as naturally as one could say... He has more control over himself.”
“How many—” Dick swallowed, “How many times has he died?”
Damian shook his head, “I don’t know. I would guess Grandfather had him killed at least ten times to test the Pit. He’s died at least once since coming back to Gotham.”
“He told you that?” Tim asked.
“When I was looking at the color of his eyes I asked.” Damian stated. “The Madness could not have drained so quickly without at least one revival. He showed me a scar on his neck that started the drain.”
“That killed him?” Bruce looked pale.
“Yes.” Damian said, matter-of-factly.
The noise that came from Bruce’s throat was barely human.
