prince aotsuki

hundredlinepilled

[veiledevil]

you can call me prince or anything else you want, i don't mind

i have no dni!

requests and asks in general are open! i write yanderes only... i tend to be online 24/7 so i will probably answer your asks very quickly. on that note don't be shy about giving me criticism, i'd really like to improve my writing as i am not a professional^_^ thank you!

not beta we die like men

masterlist:

heartbroken yandere

popular yandere

boyfriend who is too honest, pt 2

devoted yandere

clingy yandere

darling who is a bad person

yandere "boyfriend"

yandere childhood best friend, pt 2, short, another short

yandere angel pt 2?

yandere 'reformed' bully

yandere prince pt 2

yandere ex boyfriend

yandere "soulmate"

bubbly yandere, pt 2?

yandere actor

[veiledevil]

"yandere-ish" doesn't exist it's either fully yandere or not a yandere

[veiledevil]

plz plz write more of ‘darling who is a bad person’ it made me smile sm !! so cute >.<

tw: slap (you slapping him)

you try to keep your relationship secret.

well... you tried, anyway.

there will always be people who snoop around and try to find out everything about a person who is well known, however.

he didn't expect anything from an envelope in his locker. he opens it up, heart fluttering at the thought it's something from you, no matter how small the chance is.

it's pictures of you and him in a classroom doing various things. you never take him home, you always do weird things with him after school-- and now...

someone knows? someone has taken pictures of you both?

he feels scared. who found out? what are they going to do with these? they're not going to just show them to him only, right?

he should let you know. he should... he should...

it makes him kind of happy, at the thought of people knowing about you two.

but no, no, you've tried so hard to keep this secret, you're going to freak out.

he wishes you wouldn't. you'll say "so what?" and not worry about your reputation being ruined. that's his fantasy.

a slap echoes across the entire room.

the disgust and disturbance on your face is clear: you don't like the thought of anyone knowing about you two. what if they spread around those images? what if your reputation is ruined beyond repair?

you've worked so hard to be at the top. you can't let a lowly human being ruin everything.

this is already a loss of your composure. you're always so calm and collected. you can't let him do this to you anymore.

he's obviously hurt. he starts crying before he can stop it.

of course you reacted like this. what did he expect? a kiss and no reaction from you?

you don't actually love him.

you don't love him.

you don't.

you don't

you don't

"let's never meet up again." you pick up all of your belongings and leave without waiting for his response.

"y/n..." he chokes on his words. his hand doesn't reach you in time.

he's left in a classroom, all alone.

the person hasn't done anything with the photos for a few weeks now.

you've done your best to make it look like you don't know each other. you don't talk to him, you don't look in his direction, you don't do anything to indicate you both know each other.

it's not like you're acting any different-- you've always acted like this.

he's started acting like this too. he knows you'll be pissed off if he approaches you and acts like he's entitled to your attention. he tries not to talk to you, he tries not to look at you, he tries to find other friends to take his mind off you.

it works. kind of. at school, he pretends like he gets along with other people.

all his thoughts revolve around you. no one can hear them, and he can't get rid of you in his head anyway.

are you proud of me, y/n? are you proud? look at how good i'm doing. look. i'm not talking to you nor looking at you. what i'd give to hear you praise me again. i want you to pay attention to me. i want you to... i want you to! even if you're being mean, at least you're paying attention to me. i want you to make me do weird, disgusting things again. i'd do them in a heartbeat. i love you, i love you, i love you!!

there's no reason to put up a front at home.

in bed, he cries his eyes out. he grips the sheets.

i wish everyone around you would disappear. i wish everyone would hate you. would you look at me then? would you finally love me then?

please love me, y/n. please

his dreams are of you and him in the same classroom. you let him suck on your fingers, your eyes shining with the same delight at seeing him so pliant, so eager to do whatever you want him to.

when you say i love you, it really does sound like you mean it.

him and y/n are in a happy relationship without anyone interfering. they both love each other very much.

[veiledevil]

tw: vomit

you love him.

he knows you do.

after all, who would give someone this much attention if they didn't?

you wouldn't be so cruel as to lead him on, would you? are you that cruel? would you make him believe one thing, just to act differently the other second?

you wouldn't. because you're kind, and you're the best thing that has ever happened to him, and--

"who are you?" your awkward smile feels like cold water got splashed on his face. what do you mean? what do you mean, "who are you"?! you were with him yesterday! you were telling him how great he was, how cute he was, how much you love him--

your friends are already giggling, thinking he's one of those delusional people who think they have something with the one person who paid attention to them.

no, no, no, NO! it's not like that at all!! you love him, he's not someone who is delusional...

he can't get any words out. it feels like he got punched in the stomach, on top of also wanting to throw up. he feels sick. so sick.

y/n, tell them it's not true what they're thinking. come to my side. say we are dating. say it. say it. say it. SAY IT!! why are you just standing there?!

you return to the conversation with your friends, turning your back to him, and it feels like he just got abandoned.

why why, why, why why why , why why , why?

he runs to the nearest bathroom. he vomits all of the contents from his stomach... the lunch you made him today... it makes him cry. it makes him sob and weep like a baby. he aggressively wipes away his tears, but they won't stop coming.

he doesn't know if he's hallucinating when he hears your voice behind him, filled with so much concern and worry. you crouch down beside him, your hand on his back, and he turns to face you, showing all of his filthiness to you.

why do you only care about him when you're alone? why can't you show him off? why can't he be yours, truly? why? why? why? there's so many questions bubbling up in his throat that all that comes out is another sob.

you smile sadly. "i'm sorry. you know i love you."

despite all of the filthiness, despite him looking so ugly and disgusting, you still kiss him. you taste the lunch you made for him, because he's vowed to only let something you've made enter his stomach. it's cute. it's so cute.

you hug him then, which he hugs you even tighter. he cries it all out while you shush him, treating him like a inconsolable baby.

you sigh, hiding the smile on your face. "i love you, baby."

he sobs something out that sounds like "i love you more".

you hum.

that's true, isn't it?

he will always love you more.

[veiledevil]

which yandere would you like me to write more for🤔

[veiledevil]

"if you walk out now, i'm going to be really, really upset."

it's not phrased as a threat. it's not.

he's saying the absolute truth. he's trying to help you understand the consequences. because he's a reasonable person. because he communicates clearly.

you look back at him, and the kind smile you've gotten used to is there.

you think that's what tricked you into thinking he's a reasonable person.

a reasonable person that wouldn't lock you up.

the only difference from then and now is his eyes.

they're cold, and empty, and it makes you shiver so much you have to tug your jacket closer to yourself.

he notices your fear.

"don't look at me like that." his eyes gain a stranger glint when you step away when he tries to get closer to you.

"i'm still the same person."

except he's not, and you were both tricked by him into believing it.

he finally gets close enough to put his hands on your shoulders, and you realize how taller and stronger he is than you. that's probably what he was hoping you'd notice.

"i want you to be patient with me. kind." his smile turns sickly sweet now.

"like you were when we first met. remember? you were so kind."

right.

kindness.

because of kindness, you have to deal with him?

"you don't want to make this into something it doesn't have to be." he squeezes your shoulders for emphasis.

"right?"

it's not a question he wants you to answer.

[veiledevil]

More yan actor I BEG OF YOUUUUUU 🙏🙏🙏 just ONE!!! headcanon of how he’d act when he’s sick and I can die happy

sniffle... cough... sniffle...

he's suffering.

he feels so dizzy... it's so hot... he puts a hand on his forehead, and it is burning.

while being sick is already undignified, as he looks like a right mess every time (he doesn't), it's even worse now because of one thing: he can't see you for an entire week.

just because his immune system decided to test his patience. an entire week. 7 days. 1,176 hours. 70,560 minutes. 4,233,600 seconds.

he groans. he can barely move, everything makes no sense and it feels like he's dying, but he still reaches for his phone on his nightstand with all his strength.

oh, it's so good that you're co-workers. he has your number.

all of the numbers blur together but he trusts himself to pick the right one, because he's done so many, many times.

"...hello?" your voice rings out on the other line, and he already feels way better.

"y/n... help..." his shaky voice stammers out. you're now confused, asking him questions, if he's alright, but he only gives you his address in response.

most would have hung up, but he begs you not to. he wants to hear you, even if you don't actually come here to help him, even if... even if... he just wants to be near you, even if it's just hearing you move around.

...

he wakes to the sound of knocking on his front door. his phone is on the floor, and he doesn't bother checking it, too disoriented to care.

huh? he isn't seeing anyone today.

he perks up immediately, though, sitting up as fast as he can in his state.

wait... could it be?

his mind races with thoughts of hope and the awaiting, crushing disappointed if it isn't you behind the door.

seeing a glimpse of you makes him jump onto you, almost knocking you off balance. "ah-- hey?!" you're so confused about what is happening. didn't he need help with something?

"bab-- y/n!!" he buries his face into your neck, smiling widely. you're his cure. you're the only one that can help him. you're the only one he wants to see right now.

you came for him. you did. does that mean you love him too? ah, he knew you're just a shy person! he knew you love him just as much!! he's going to make arrangements so you're his co-star, he swears, after the week is over-- after he spends the entire week with you by his side...

he overestimates his own strength, trying to pull you into his house. he doesn't give an explanation, rambling something about how happy he is and how you're going to be spending your week so well with him. he can barely pull you in, and you're the one actually dragging him.

you figure out that he's sick yourself because he's burning hot.

sick people are always more clingy, right? that's what this is.

he eats the soup you feed him with the biggest smile on his face, forgetting about his worries and woes. this feels so domestic... this feels like you're dating and taking care of him while he's sick...

he's making a mess because he keeps trying to say something and you have to clean him up with a napkin and he couldn't be any happier. if you told him you loved him right now, looking into his eyes, he could die ecstatic...

he whines when you tell him he needs to rest, because you can go away so easily if he does, and he only lays down when you promise not to leave a hundred times-- and with him holding onto your shirt. quite tightly, considering his illness.

he falls asleep fast.

"i love you..." you hear while trying to go to the kitchen to make more hot meals for him, which he senses a nanosecond later, his grip on your shirt tightening even more. you have to pry it away, which causes him to whimper like he's in immense pain.

he's a sleep talker, huh? you wonder who he's referring to.

[veiledevil]

Hundred line fan???

HELL YES BOY TAKUMI SO CUTEEEE

[veiledevil]

i didn't even notice when i got 410 followers. thank you!

[veiledevil]

part one

tw: slapping (not from the yandere)

ever since your master married the prince, it doesn't seem like she likes you that much.

it's the prince's fault.

as her assistant, you move into the prince's palace with her. the keyword being that you're 'her' assistant, not his, not anyone else's.

it seems like he decided to take a 'what's yours is mine also' approach.

now that you're basically his assistant as well, he makes you do everything for him. you'd think he's an incompetent child (not far from the truth), with the way he calls you for everything.

it's escalated to the point he depends on you way more than his own wife. which doesn't look the best in the public's eye, as you're a mere servant, not a noble nor a royal.

in public, you remain polite, just a bit closed off. yet still, your master stares at you and him like something is going on between you two.

you know that look: it's both anger and longing. you wish that her husband paid attention to her too. you don't want his attention.

he keeps you in his room far, far longer than is acceptable. even his wife is there less than you. you hate it. you hate every second of it. since he is a prince, it's not like you can disobey him.

you aren't shy about letting him know your exact feelings, though. you don't sugarcoat anything, and it doesn't seem like he minds it. he grins when you are brutally honest, his eyes sparkling in delight. gross.

"are you sleeping around with my husband?" she asks, and you're so shocked you can only freeze in response. you know why she would think that. god, you know. you wish the implications weren't there, that he just stopped doing whatever you know he's doing-- he's doing this on purpose. why? you have no idea. you wish this would just stop--

something stings, and you realize it was her slapping you. your head jerks to the other side from the force. that will definitely leave a mark. "you whore. seducing my husband? you're nothing. you're dirt beneath my shoe. i would kill you right now if i could."

it seems like she's thinking of actually doing it, raising her hand to potentially hit you even harder, to leave you on the verge of death, as that will definitely satisfy her, but she doesn't do anything else. she walks away with a sneer.

you're left standing there with tears welling up, but you don't actually cry. you're still in shock.

since then, everyone avoids you like the plague. it's clear that your master spread nasty rumors about you, and it's not like you spending time with the prince was some well kept secret. you are a servant, and no one will listen to you when you're going against a noblewoman's words.

you wish people had the decency to lower their whispers when they're bad mouthing you. they must purposefully make themselves louder so you can hear.

it's not like you care about your master much. you wouldn't say she's your friend, or that you loved her. she's just that. your master. yet it still hurts that she would kill you over a man.

"who did this to you?" the prince holds your bruised cheek in his hand, looking at you with worry.

you don't answer.

you have a feeling he knows exactly who did this.

you have a feeling he intended for this to happen. to isolate you so you only have him to come back to.

if his barely suppressed grin is anything to go by.

the noblewoman clings to his arm for the crowd. he's smiling, polite yet cold. he's looking at her.

his eyes are far away, thinking about something else entirely.

someone else.

oh, how beautiful you would look right now, in the same position as her, clinging to him. his smile would be genuine then.

lost in his fantasies, he tugs her closer to him.

his wife notices.

she leans into his touch anyway.

[veiledevil]

i have a lot i want to write again so poll time again

what should i write

yandere prince part 2

yandere ex bully part 2

yandere boyfriend part 2

motherly yandere

creepy roommate

Voting ended onMar 9

the last two are not what you may think they are

[veiledevil]

EX BOYFRIEND*

[veiledevil]

i have a lot i want to write again so poll time again

what should i write

yandere prince part 2

yandere ex bully part 2

yandere boyfriend part 2

motherly yandere

creepy roommate

Voting ended onMar 9

the last two are not what you may think they are

[veiledevil]

"i love you."

there's barely any affection, the way he says it; he looks right through the actor who is supposed to be the female lead.

the kiss that is supposed to be full of passion is barely a peck, barely long enough to satisfy the director... which it doesn't.

"cut! god damn it. what's gotten into you?!" the director's referring to him, of course. he's a top actor. he's always the best with his acting roles, being able to make any movie he appears in a massive hit.

the female lead is just as frustrated with him as the director. she scoffs, crossing her arms in annoyance. "i agree with him, you know."

he doesn't care much now for acting if it isn't with you.

he wishes this was you.

if it was you, he would deliver his lines with so much love it would make anyone hearing it sick. if it was you, his eyes would glaze over with so much adoration it would creep anyone out seeing it. if it was you, the kiss would be so sloppy and desperate there would have to be multiple takes (not that he would mind to kiss you many times.)

you are a side character. you aren't important enough to appear in many scenes, but still-- he is so giddy to act out scenes with you. he is so jealous of anyone who gets to act with you, even if it's a short scene. why do some actors get to have more scenes with you than him?! this isn't fair!!! ← about to throw a royal tantrum about this

the director must have noticed, right? the potential for you to replace the female lead, for you to be his co-star so he finally gets his shit together and acts as good as he always did.

he seeks you out, not caring at all for the director's complaints. "y/n~!" he whines out, draping himself all over you. you think this is something he does with everyone, so you just awkwardly giggle and try to move away. that won't work with him.

he wraps his arms around your neck. "all of them are so mean to me..." you nod like you understand, but you really don't understand why he's coming to you for this. "that's... unfortunate..." he nods feverishly. "right?! you have to comfort me, y/n! you have to!!! you have to!!!!!"

only he can get away with being so whiny, so bratty, so dependent on you for... everything, actually.

and you are clueless, because you don't expect an actor like him to be so infatuated with you. someone who is only here because of pure luck. it's more than just infatuation, but it's not like you would understand anyway.

"you know, y/n... you could "comfort me" in other ways..." he puts on his most charming pouting face. it works on everyone! it should work on you!! "huh? like what?" nevermind. it seems you're immune to it.

he doesn't know if he should be frustrated or endeared.

[veiledevil]

you have broken up with your boyfriend.

you both have decided it's for the best. you're not suitable for each other, and staying in a loveless relationship would drain you both in the long run.

you don't oppose to being friends. after all, it's not like you both broke up because of something terrible.

he's a great guy, and you don't want him to leave your life fully.

you wish you would have just broken all contact with him when you could.

you brush it off as coincidence when you notice him around. it's a small world, isn't it?

"hey, y/n! lovely to see you here!"

"hi, y/n. what are you doing?"

"hi again, y/n! wow, we're seeing each other quite often, huh?" he giggles.

yeah... quite often indeed.

it felt like everytime you took a turn, he was right there. a coincidence, surely. you don't believe anyone would go out of their way to appear in places you are at the right moment.

you would be surprised.

okay, you don't think this is a coincidence no more.

can a person appear in the same exact place you are and chat you up like this is normal? really? he has his own life to live, doesn't he?

you don't want to be paranoid and think your ex boyfriend is stalking you. after all, he's normal, he's... perfectly okay. he doesn't look wrecked by your break up or anything, and besides, you both decided this was for both the both of you.

you're gonna drive yourself sick with worry if you continue thinking about it. he's not stalking you. he just can't be. why should he. you moved on, he did too, and there's nothing wrong with him appearing in the places you frequent so much and... mentioning things you definitely haven't told him before... and looking at you with hope in his eyes... and...

...

yeah. everything is okay.

"if this continues, y/n, i'm gonna think fate is bring you right back to me~" he says this so causally you have to register what he just said.

he has splinters in his fingers from scratching the tree.

he doesn't care, doesn't notice.

he stares ahead at you and some... guy. some creature who is walking alongside you, talking to you, laughing with you, taking his rightful place beside you.

'break up'? what are you talking about? you never broke up. he's still your boyfriend. your future husband. your everything, just as you are his.

he puts on a 'pleasant' expression (not terrifying enough), like he wasn't spiraling watching you both from behind a tree, stepping out and making his way to you. he puts a hand on your shoulder, startling you.

"oh! it's you--" you start, but he doesn't look at you. he stares the guy down, his smile certainly not reaching his cold, dead eyes.

"who's this?" you're confused about his question, but you answer. he doesn't hear it. he doesn't actually care. he keeps staring at the guy until he finally grows uncomfortable.

he fidgets, not meeting your eyes when you ask what's wrong. "y-you know, i forgot that i need to walk my... my... dog! yeah, um... goodbye!" he runs away then, and you look up at your ex boyfriend with confusion. the guy was fine before he came. you don't want to accuse him of anything... but...?

he takes a second too long to return to his cheerful expression, and you catch a glimpse of those horrifying empty eyes.

he squeezes your shoulder, like he knows what you're thinking.

"i'm so sorry, y/n... clearly, that man was nothing but a waste of your time." he leans closer. "let's continue whatever you were doing with him!" he doesn't let you protest, not really. you're way too shocked to speak, anyway.

everything is...

not okay, you think.

you avoid him best you can, ignore his text messages, calls, invites to hang out... you barely leave the house now, only for necessities like groceries.

"open the door, please, y/n." he's outside your door. he's not relenting until you do: he has the patience of a saint for all the wrong things.

"go... go away." you find your voice, stuttering it out. just go away. you watch from the peephole. he's staring back, the same smile on his face.

"i'm not armed. i'm not going to hurt you." he raises his hands in a placating gesture. he looks sincere. "i just want to talk." he only wants to talk, but can you really trust him?

you open your door just a bit, enough for you to peek out. "...what?"

maybe you really are being too paranoid. maybe everything is just a figment of your imagination, and you're suspecting an innocent guy who hasn't done anything to you for something that you've made up in your own head.

he pouts. "do you really distrust me this much? you can open the door fully." you shake your head. "say what you want and leave."

he has his hand on the door now. he's always been stronger than you. you know he can push the door open without issue, but... "open the door. please." he's giving you a choice. a choice you can make yourself, but it doesn't matter.

he'll come in himself if he has to. he's gone too long without you. it almost killed him.

but he still wants to be a good boyfriend.

he wants to be kind. patient. a gentleman. a good boyfriend. someone you trust.

so, please. open the door.

be a good partner and let him in, just as you had done many times before.

[veiledevil]

how did this person know this is basically (loosely) based off of phainon

[veiledevil]

gold digger darling who takes advantage of a (not rich) yandere, leaving their wallets empty? just a random thought...

yandere who is desperate for darling's attention and does their best to scrape by for any money they can earn, trying their absolute best to make sure their wallet is always full. it's okay, they can keep the rent unpaid for a few weeks... haha... and not eat nor drink... darling's happiness is all that they need! darling (sometimes) feels very bad and takes them out to eat with their own money, lmao, and they're too busy blubbering and babbling about how happy they are to actually eat. stupid

[veiledevil]

Since you like sub yanderes, what would you think of a subby yandere that gets really.. loud ? When he's happy? Like, you're giving him attention and he just, Idk, whimpers??? A lot??? Because he wants people to know he's being taken care of??

i think he would be fun to tease if darling is very flirty and teasing, but would be a nightmare to deal with for darlings that are shy and hate any attention from outsiders

this idea is really cute i'd probably do my best to tease him so much that he's as loud as he can possibly be + even better if he doesn't get used to the attention darling gives him and has the exact same reactions each time

[veiledevil]

oof, hello! i took a bit of a break and now i think i'm ready to start writing