#yaba x reader

[stxr-lilac]

Me patiently waiting for everyone to start publishing Alice in borderland season 3 x reader fanfics.

[borderlandbabe]

hhey if u taking request, I just read 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐎𝐔𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 and were wondering if you could do the same with the AIB boys

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇

Ryohei Arisu

He finds out when you casually pay for both your meals—with a metal card that makes the waiter bow.

Arisu blinks. “Wait. That’s not just a credit card, is it?”

You just smirk. “Nope.”

He’s lowkey shook but not because you’re rich—because you never acted like it.

“You could’ve told me you were a secret heiress, you know.”

Then he laughs and pulls you close. “But I gotta admit… you being rich just makes you hotter.”

Daikichi Karube

Karube finds out when you pull up in a custom sports car and casually say, “My fourth favorite.”

He stops mid-beer sip. “What do you mean fourth?”

You hand him the keys. “Wanna drive it?”

He’s into it.

“Damn, babe. You mean I’ve been dating a billionaire baddie this whole time?”

He’s proud, too. “You being rich? Just means I gotta work harder to deserve you.”

Chota Segawa

Chota is gobsmacked.You tell him you own a company,and he just stares.

“You’re what?! A CEO?!”

He panics like he’s underdressed just talking to you. “Do I need a suit? Should I bow?!”

You laugh and kiss his forehead.

He eventually calms down and gets so soft about it.

“I don’t care how rich you are… you’re still my angel. And I’d love you even if we lived in a cardboard box.”

Tatta Kōdai

He’s incredibly humble and down-to-earth, so when he finds out, he’s overwhelmed.

“You’re… rich? Like really rich?”

You nod, and he gets so flustered. “Why… why are you with someone like me?"

You hug him and say, “Because I don’t care about money—I care about you.”

He tears up. “I’ll never let anyone treat you like a wallet. You’re my love, not a checkbook.”

Oki Yaba

Yaba smirks the moment he finds out. “So that’s why you smell like success.”

He loves a powerful woman, especially one that can outbid countries on rare art.

“Damn. All this time I thought I was the dangerous one.”

He definitely starts plotting how to protect you from gold diggers and snakes.

“You’re rich, hot, and mine. The world should be afraid.”

Sunato Banda

He stares silently when he finds out. Just one long look.

“…Interesting.”

Doesn’t flinch, doesn’t praise, doesn’t insult. Just tucks that info into his mental arsenal.

“I’ll guard you like a vault,” he finally says. “Rich or not, you’re mine. And no one touches what’s mine.”

Then walks off like a shadow—already planning who to eliminate for looking at you wrong.

Kyuma Ginji

Kyuma finds out and grins."Well damn, sugar mama. That explains the private concert tickets.”

He jokes, but deep down he’s impressed.

“You could’ve told me I was dating royalty. I’d have worn silk.”

He doesn’t care that you’re rich—he loves that you still dance barefoot in the rain.

“Money or not, I fell for your heart. The cash just makes our adventures sexier.”

Kuzuryu Keiichi

Kuzuryu doesn’t react much. You tell him, and he just nods.

“I suspected.”

You blink. “What?”

“Your shoes cost more than my law school.”

He respects your status but never treats you differently. “If anything, it makes sense. You carry yourself like someone born to lead.”

But he does subtly get more protective. Especially with people who might want to use you.

Takeru Danma (Hatter)

Hatter lives for drama. When you casually mention your family owns islands, he gasps theatrically.

“You’re a goddess! A queen! A deity among mortals!”

He throws himself on the couch like you just gave him a heart attack.

“Babe. Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve taken your yacht to Venus!"

But truthfully? He’s madly in love with you—not the money. He just thinks the fantasy of it all is fabulous.

Niragi Suguru

Niragi hears it and just grins.

“So you’re loaded, huh? That’s hot.”

He’s impressed. Not because of the wealth, but because you never needed him—you chose him.

“You’ve got the world in your hands… and still picked a monster like me. I’m honored, babe.”

Also, he lowkey fantasizes about wrecking your mansion in very... unholy ways.

Aguni Morizono

Aguni takes it seriously. When he finds out, he goes quiet for a bit.

“You’re rich? As in target-rich?"

You nod. He steps into protection mode immediately.

“We’ll need better security. I don’t trust people.”

But he also gets soft.

“You’re strong. You’ve built an empire. And I’ll make damn sure no one tears it down.”

Takatora Samura (Last Boss)

You tell him you're rich and he doesn’t even blink.

“Of course you are. You have queen energy.”

He starts referring to you as “The Empress”and offers to be your royal bodyguard, advisor, and executioner.

He also paints dramatic, gothic portraits of you in fur and gold.

“You belong on a throne. And I’ll build it in blood if I have to.”

Shuntarō Chishiya

Chishiya gives you a long, unreadable stare.

“You’re rich? Huh.”

He’s calm, cool, and maybe a little smug.

“I always knew you were above average.”

He doesn’t care about the money at all. He loves how smart and powerful you are.

But he does smirk more often. “So… wanna buy a private island and name it after me?”

[planetariumwriting]

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

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𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐘𝐚𝐛𝐚 - 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏𝟐𝟑𝟖

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You met two interesting men during the Jack of Hearts game and, since then, you three decided to stay together and to become more closer.

It wasn’t difficult to remember who had the idea to partecipate to another game a bit after the Jack of Hearts. You started to insist, like a spoiled child, that you wanted to have a little bit of fun - like if what happened to Matsushita wasn’t enough. Your complaints weren’t a problem though; Banda found you particulary adorable and pathetic, begging him to the point of tugging at his shirt sleeve. He would have lied if he didn’t want to see you crying to catch his attentions. On the other hand, Yaba was colder and difficult to convince too. You started to walk around him and repeat little “please” all over, but you cute sweet eyes didn’t help either. He simply looked at you and said “you have to wait” – and your reaction was simply puffing away with an angry look, which made him smile a little bit. How cute you were. The way you three paired up was really peculiar. The first rounds you simply looked at them, but too shy to interact and too insecure about the thought of them helping you. They were already paired up and, for this reason, you knew it was already a lost cause. Even if, at the end, you were wrong.

The first one who spoke to you was Banda. You were trying to reach a packet of cookies, but they were too high for you. Standing on your tiptoes was a failure – but lucky you, a hand grabbed those delicious cookies just to give them to you. When you turned around to face the kind stranger, you felt your entire body freezing up. Banda was looking down at you with his usual little smile, with his eyes devouring you and every your movements. He didn’t think twice to lean down and to whisper something into your ear.

“You shouldn’t play game like this all alone.”

You could swear that his lips touched your neck, your body from freezing melted entirely.

“You’re right…”

“But?” His face was close to yours, both your and his breath were becoming one thing. You tried with all your strenght to mantain the eye contact but you couldn’t. A part of you wanted to keep looking at his dark eyes, to expose yourself and reveal all your weaknesses – but it was too soon; you didn’t mind feeling vulnerable, but it was different in this case. Banda was enjoying himself to make you feel like your head was about to blow up because of the confusion. Oh, how much he wanted to mind-fuck even worse.

“You were already paired up, so…” for a moment you felt a knot in your throat, almost if you shouldn’t have continued the conversation, “I…I found another person to pair up with.” He simply smiled at you and left you alone with your cookies. Only before stepping out of the door, he turned around to look at you and say, “I’ll help you.” You didn’t know what to feel in that moment, it was everything so strange – you didn’t want to lie to yourself about the fact that you were happy, somehow. You had the help of one of the two person you were interested in. Of course, it was too early to trust Banda, but you had nothing to lose. The burning sensation in your belly started to grow at the thought of being submitted to Banda. You shaked your head as if you wanted to remove those thoughts; you felt dirty for it.

The game kept going and so the people who died. During all these rounds you also found yourself helping, and being helped, by a blonde guy with a hoodie. In a way you felt “safe” to play, even if nobody knew who the Jack of Heart was. You had few ideas, but you preferred to not speak about those for…some reasons. It was almost at the end of the day that Yaba decided to interact with you. You were alone, leaning against a wall, swimming in your head of thoughts.

“You are more interesting than her.” When you looked up to see who spoke to you, you were surprised. The freezing sensation coming back to your body, almost missing it. Yaba was next to you, leaning against the wall and with his hands in his pocket. He was alone too. At the first, you didn’t recall who he referred when he said “than her”.

“What do you mean?”

He kept looking at you with cold eyes, until his sight were on board that showed who was still alive. Finally you understood what he meant. Strange that he didn’t have the silent and shy woman following him – they were completely inseparable.

“What I said, you are more intersting than her.” It seemed like he didn’t care if the woman could come back and listen what he was about to say, “I also think she’s hiding something from me.”

You were shocked at the statement. Was it possible that she was the Jack of Hearts? But it was impossible considering that she was all the time with Yaba.

“I can help you with your suit,” you didn’t think twice to help him, “just to make sure she isn’t lying to you.”

He smiled at you, like if you just said what he wanted to hear, “not only interesting but sweet too.”

The burning sensation was also coming back to your body. You didn’t know what was happening to you and to your body, but you couldn’t control its strength. After telling him his suit, and Yaba doing the same for you, he left you to reach the other woman – the one he discovered that at the end lied to him. She tried to act the same, all sweet and submissive, but Yaba went colder and her eyes started to panic. She looked at you, like if she knew you both talked in her assence. You broke that contact just to find Banda intensely staring at you. You didn’t know what to expect at the end of that game – you were only hoping that they didn’t think you were the mastermind of all of it.

The cold of the cell made your body feeling stiff. You didn’t felt scared of telling your suit, but you were simply getting tired of it. Not even taking in consideration that what happened between Banda and Yaba made things even more complex (but interesting). “Heart.” You said, hoping that the end was finally coming over. There was only silence, until it was broken by the sound of a collar exploding. You were about to open the door and see who it was, but the laughing of Matsushita stopped you. You decided to see what was happening, only to see Enji getting surrounded by Yaba and Banda. So it was him the Jack of Hearts. You didn’t want to see him getting killed by the two of them, his screamings were enough for you to bear. For some reasons, though, you decided to wait in your cell. Only after a while the two men approached your cell, looking in for you.

“Come with us.” Yaba said only to proceed to walk in the direction of the exit of the prison. Banda grabbed your hand, gently, and walked with you outside where Yaba was waiting for you both.

It was since then that the “trio” was always together, even in the most intimate moments.

[vumming]

alice in borderland — imagine w/ the male characters

contents : friends to lovers, mini story, suggestive af, kinda soft, nsfw ( for mature audiences only )

I HAD THE STRONG URGE TO TYPE "good girl/boy" anyway I'm going back to work.

“Can I tell you something? I've liked you since the beginning.”

Thump.

Thump.

“As do I.”

Lust. It burns every fiber of rationality the more you try to extinguish it. Love, it creeps as slow as it can, and cannot be identified before it is too late.

Like—why do you like him? You find yourself wondering as you gaze upon the man before you. A friend, you once called him. There was a reason for the closeness and connection you both had built.

Too close or too loose?

This friendship that's budding another flower—was it even platonic at the beginning?

Deep breath, tight heart, throbbing feels. Hands coming to cover your budding arousal. His hand grazed your neck, stopping—and you pray to anyone who can hear that he cannot hear your quick breathing and rapid heartbeat.

“Are you nervous?”

It was supposed to be an innocent hang out, a movie at his place. but it seems fate has other things at hand.

Intentional. Fiery palm trailing from the side of your neck, down to your shoulder, stopping to your arm. “Am I making you nervous?” His whisper is tickling on your ear.

“Since back then,” He blows a small puff on your ear and you can feel him smile as you flinch at the sudden air, “I've been dreaming of having you as my own.” Calloused hand drags sideways, meeting in the middle, where your collarbone is.

He taps, “And now, I have you for myself.”

The other, makes it way to your stomach, “Would you like me to stop?”

ㅤ

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“No.”

And he grins. “Your wish, is my command.”

ㅤ

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Loose yourself to the rhythm.

Feel the thunderous beat of every veins and breath in the magic. In a world so constricting, it's no wonder everyone must go out and let it all out.

Lips all over your skin and blazing contacts of warm hands travel, further and further. Pads of the fingers pin down all of the spots that sends ecstasies of shivers, mewl of pleasure and groan of satisfaction. The noise from the outside world simply became a background buzz as your hearing became static, too lost in the euphoric treasure it gives.

“Enjoying yourself, hun?” he purrs, wet lips drawling lines across your navel, eyes dropping to your expression as he drown and feels himself immersed in the constant change of your face.

“Don't stop..”

His throat swells and release a breathless chuckle, lifting himself from his position to close in on your dazed look. “Oh I won't.” Head tilted with a smirk lining his features.

“But I do want to hear you beg.”

His fingers drags themselves painfully slow in your walls and you find yourself panting at the feeling. “Please.” Whimper comes out of your lips, trying hard to chase release.

But in and out, he sticks to his words. “I can't hear you, louder.” The ministration halt right in time as his voice comes out, “Please.. Please Don't stop!”

He huffs in amusement, resuming the work as he closes the distance, chaste and quick steal of a kiss before they go down, down, down.

“Good.” He drawls.

He lick a stripe on the middle of your chest, “That's my pretty baby, always listenin' to me.”

Higher, faster, quick—light dims and spots began to appear, how many times have you done it? How much time has passed? You couldn't tell, not with how hot the room is, how warm his mouth is, how precise his touches are.

Everything is nothing, and this, became everything. “You earn it, don't you?” Words utter lightly with pants in-between. “My pretty baby, all spread out like this.”

“I'm kind to you because you're too pretty for me to handle, yeah?” But you couldn't reply. Bite. Not enough to draw addictive red, but enough to cause a bit of flame on your chest.

Suck. It's soothing, your perception of stimulation went high, blurry as they can get. Skin touch sensitive for the past hours it has started.

“Don't you..” It's a bit jumbled, the words, and he seems to have realized, popping off of your chest with a satisfied look on the mark before they trail down, “Don't you fall asleep on me now before we finish, a'ight?” He chuckles, fingers wet in slick and fluids, “After all.”

“We still have more to try.”

[astronoxx]

Little Yaba Drabble That one scene of Yaba having sex in the cell has me in a chokehold. You want him to fuck you in a cell, with your back rubbing against the cold wall, he yanks your hair to make you look at him. He loves seeing the stars that are in your eyes as you moan out little phrases while scratching his back with your long nails. He fucks you like the slut you are he mummers and groans backhanded praises “Fuck..” “My pretty little slut” “Taking me so well” “such a good slut for me.” You can tell he’s nearing his end when he’s getting sporadic with his thrusts. All he can do is moan and stare into your eyes. He uses is free hand to rub you while he increases his speed. Just before he finishes he takes his hand out of your hair and grabs your throat. He’s ramming into you and then just before his climax he smashes his lips onto yours while squeezing you just right. Coming away from you he gasps for air, “God I love that you’re such a pretty fucking whore for me”.

My editor cowrote this and wrote half of it🫶🏼 @itscratus

[unorideul]

no but, kinda twisted!reader also accepting the permanent residency and being in a trio w banda & yaba

[werelosingdaylight]

AYO!!! SEND ME KYUMA, YABA, MIRA, AND BANDA REQUESTS!! BECAUSE THEY ARE SO MMMMM

[borderlandbabe]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐆𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗-𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

Arisu Ryohei

Arisu blinks at you, completely caught off guard. He leans back slightly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Wait, what? You… you were a famous singer?"

You nod, a little amused at his reaction. Arisu rubs the back of his neck, clearly trying to process the information. He always thought he knew everything about you, but this? This was something else.

"I mean… that’s crazy. Why didn’t you tell me?"

He’s not mad, just genuinely surprised. A few minutes later, you catch him on his phone, looking up old performances. His eyes widen as he watches you on stage, your voice filling the room.

"Damn… You were incredible,"he murmurs, barely realizing he said it out loud. When you tease him about it, he quickly averts his gaze and mutters, "Shut up… It’s just weird seeing you like this."

But deep down, he's impressed.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Karube Daikichi

Karube whistles, his lips curling into a grin as he crosses his arms.

"So my girl was a superstar, huh? Should’ve figured. You got that whole… untouchable, goddess thing going on."

You roll your eyes, but he only smirks wider. Within minutes, he’s already digging through the internet, playing one of your old music videos on full blast.

"Damn, listen to that voice. That’s sexy as hell,"he says, looking you up and down like he’s seeing you in a new light.

He’s completely into it.From that moment on, he brags about it constantly. If someone so much as hums one of your old songs, he’s the first to go,

"Yeah, my girl used to own the damn stage. No big deal."

And he definitely starts asking for private concerts.

"Come on, babe. Just one song. For me?"

He’s relentless.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Chota Segawa

Chota’s mouth literally drops open, and his eyes turn into giant heart eyes,practically sparkling as he stares at you in pure awe.

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. Are you SERIOUS?! My girlfriend was a famous singer?! That’s so COOL!!"

He’s literally bouncing on his feet, flailing his arms like an excited puppy. When you show him proof, he lets out a high-pitched squeal and nearly drops his phone.

"I-I’m dating a superstar! Oh my god—do you know how insane that is?! Do you realize how many people would KILL to be me right now?!"

He spends the next hour watching every video of you performing, absolutely starstruck. If you ever sing in front of him, even casually, he turns into a blushing, stammering mess.

"O-okay, you’re way too powerful. This isn’t fair."

And if he ever sees you in a glamorous outfit like the ones you used to wear on stage? He straight-up faints.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Tatta Kōdai

Tatta’s reaction is pure admiration. His eyes widen, and he leans forward.

"Wow… That’s amazing. You must’ve worked so hard to get there."

He’s not the type to fangirl, but you can see how much he respects you. He asks all the right questions—what it was like, if you miss it, if you were happy doing it.

"Did it make you feel free? Or was it more stressful?"

If there were bad memories tied to it, he immediately reassures you.

"Well, you don’t have to be that person anymore if you don’t want to. But… I’d love to hear you sing sometime."

And when you do? He smiles so warmly, so sincerely, it makes your heart ache.

"Your voice is beautiful."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Kuzuryu Keiichi

Kuzuryu takes a long sip of his tea, staring at you over the rim of his cup.

"I see."

That’s it. That’s his entire reaction.

But later, you catch him with his earbuds in, watching one of your old performances. His expression is unreadable, but you notice the way his fingers subtly tap against his leg—keeping time with the music.

"You had a strong stage presence," he finally says. "Commanding. I assume you were respected."

He doesn’t ask many questions, but if there’s any pain tied to your past, he will acknowledge it in his own way.

"If it was a burden… you don’t have to carry it alone."

And that means more than anything.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Oki Yaba

Yaba snorts.

"Tch. Yeah right. You? A famous singer? Prove it."

So you do. And his smirk drops.

"Oh… Shit."

He immediately gets quiet, eyes locked on the screen. He won’t admit it, but he’s kind of in awe. When the video ends, he clicks his tongue.

"Hmph. Guess I underestimated you."

From then on, he never directly compliments you, but if someone else talks about your career, he’ll be the first to go,

"Damn right she was the best. You should’ve seen the way she owned the stage."

But if you catch him listening to your songs in private? He will deny it to his grave.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Banda Sunato

Banda tilts his head, an unsettling smirk forming on his lips.

"Well, well. My little songbird had a past life, did she?"

He’s way too interested. Not just in the music—but the fame,the pressure, the inevitable fall from the spotlight.

"Tell me… did you love the stage, or did the stage love you?"

You can tell he’s already digging up information, analyzing every part of your past like a puzzle. But instead of mocking you, he finds it intriguing.

"You were once adored by millions… and now you belong to me. Interesting."

He’ll never let you forget it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Chishiya Shuntaro

Chishiya raises an eyebrow.

"Huh. Didn’t expect that."

That’s all he says. But later, when you’re not looking, you definitely catch him watching your performances. His face is unreadable, but when you confront him, he just sips his drink and says,

"It’s not bad."

If you ever sing around him, he’ll act unimpressed—but the way he subtly turns to listen gives him away. And when he does compliment you? It’s low and casual.

"I see why they loved you."

But coming from him, that means everything.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Kyuma Ginji

Kyuma loves it. His grin stretches wide as he pulls you into his arms.

"So my goddess was once a star? Damn, that makes you even sexier."

He begs you to sing for him, probably playing his guitar while you do. Every performance turns into an intimate, soulful moment.

"The world may have had you once… but now, you belong to me."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Aguni Morizono

Aguni pauses.

"I see."

He doesn’t say much, but later, you find him listening to your old songs alone. If you bring it up, he simply shrugs.

"You were good."

But if anyone dares bring up your past in a negative way, he will shut it down instantly.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Niragi Suguru

Niragi bursts out laughing.

"No way. My girl? A pop star? That’s hilarious."

But when he actually looks into it, his laughter stops.

"Tch. So all those guys were obsessed with you, huh? Guess I’ll have to remind them who you belong to now."

He gets insanely possessive. And if you ever sing for him? His cocky smirk disappears as he watches you intently.

"....Sing that again."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Takeru "Hatter" Danma

Hatter’s reaction is instant fascination. His eyes widen, and then his signature smirk appears as he leans forward, resting his chin on his hand.

"A famous singer, huh? Now that is something I did not expect. My lovely, mesmerizing, dangerous songbird… the world must have been at your feet."

He’s thrilled by the idea. To him, it makes perfect sense—you have that rare, magnetic energy that naturally draws people in. He pictures you on stage, bathed in lights, captivating an entire crowd with nothing but your voice.

"It’s a damn shame I wasn’t there to see it."

Then, suddenly, his smirk deepens.

"Or maybe it’s for the best. If I had seen you back then, I wouldn’t have let anyone else have you."

Hatter loves the idea that his girlfriend was adored by millions, but he especially loves that, in the end, you belong to him.He’ll tease you about it constantly, throwing out lines like:

"Sing for me, my queen. Let me see the goddess they all worshipped."

And if you do?He sits back, utterly entranced, eyes dark with admiration. The moment you finish, he grins and murmurs,

"Dangerous. A voice like that could make a man fall to his knees."

Hatter revels in the knowledge that you were once a star. But now, he considers you his greatest treasure.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Samura "Last Boss" Takatora

The second you tell him, Last Boss freezes.His hands tighten around his katana as he stares at you, his one visible eye narrowing slightly.

"...A famous singer?"

His voice is unreadable. You can’t tell if he’s amused, curious, or something darker. But then, a slow, eerie smile stretches across his lips.

"So… you once stood under the spotlight. Letting the world consume you."

Unlike Hatter, he doesn’t romanticize the fame. He fixates on the weight of it—the way the world must have watched your every move, adored you, and maybe even hated you.

"Tell me… did it feel like a cage?"

There’s a strange intensity in his gaze, like he’s trying to see your past through your eyes. He loves that you had power over people, that your voice could command an entire crowd. But there’s something almost… possessive in the way he reacts.

"They must have wanted you. Desperate, obsessed… but they never really knew you, did they?"

If you ever sing for him, even casually, he goes silent.His usual unsettling grin fades, and he watches you intently,his breathing slightly heavier. When you finish, he licks his lips and mutters,

"...That voice. Dangerous."

He adores it. But the knowledge that the world once had access to you? That unsettles him. From now on, he makes it clear—

"Your voice… is for me now."

And if anyone even mentions your past career in a way he doesn’t like? They don’t get to mention it again.