A sideblog for reblogging yandere stuff I like. That's it. I try to tag all triggers (except yandere bc this blog is literally for that). I do not support yandere behavior irl. Minors please DNI with posts tagged NSFW. 18+
After scarabias overblot, and seeing what Ace and Deuce were willing to do for you, you were so touched that you decided to get them tattooed on your body as a small heart and a spade. After that chaos ensues-
If you wanna read the whole prolouge, then it's here
Oh poor Idia, where do we even start for him?... poor guy is absolutely shattered as soon as he saw those two tattoos on you through the cameras. He felt his entire reason to live just shatter. He feels his entire world collapsing in on itself. He completely just, breaks down, sobbing to himself on the floor trying to rationalise how the tattoos were not real, to try to keep his sanity in tact.
The days after that disastrous breakdown, he has been stuck in bed, too depressed to frankly do anything but to sulk. He had not eaten, not drank enough, and his personal hygiene is downright awful.
Once Ortho has convinced him to get up because crowley demanded him to actually attend his classes or it's byebye NRC for Idia, his pity for himself has turned into rage. Whenever he sees the dumb duo he can't help but to want to do anything against them, he sure would LOVE to doxx them...
But after some reconciderence from Ortho (statistics show he would be one of the top suspects for it and therefore make the prefect hate him even more (he believes)) he instead chose to take care of himself, putting actual effort in how he looks as to win you over with that. He sure hope it works, please...
Don't think ortho is just hyping up his brother, cuz he is sure helping on the sidelines. Digging up info the students don't want anyone to know abour sure is easy when you have unlimited internet access (and some illegal ways to obtain the info)
That's the easy way of getting students away from you, but getting you trapped up with them is almost just as easy. He starts calling you his siblings as well, subtly telling you how you and idia would be the greatest siblings ever to him, even backing up and glorifying hos brother in your eyes, anything it takes to get you to chose idia.... you will all be a happy family....
Sebek, for once in his life, is stunned to silence. He cant quite grapple the thoughts and feelings swirling within him is making him feel quite sick, making him quiet for the rest of the day..
Once classes has ended, he bolts over to his dorm only to dramatically lock himself in his dorm room and let out the worst crying session ever. He is sobbing,
The whole ordeal and emotions results in him having the need to constantly watch over you, as a way to show that he too can protect you, he can be there for you, just like ace and Deuce, but better! Please, he needed you, he needs you to need him too, please...
Silver don't quite know what to think about this. He cant blame you, the heroic stunts of your friends sure are nice, but why with something so permanent? He could do what they did and so much more for you, give him an opportunity and he will show you.
After "the talk" the four of them had, he has had a hard time sleeping for the first time in his life. He feels exhausted yet can't close his eyes, pictures of you happily being with ace and Deuce clouding his poor exhausted brain. He will take this on the only way he knows, a duel for your love and your hand.
You're not dumb either, you see how tired he had been and the lack of sleep he has been getting, and feeling bad for him you let him sleep on tou if that would help him. He takes this opportunity and sure is greedy with it, wanting more and more sleep time with you. It's one way to claim you, and at the moment it's enough for him, but don't think he won't demand more in the soon future..
Lilia feels heartbroken. First that the prefect, his beloved, has shown this love that he would love to have for someone else (especially two people), it breaks his heart. What breaks his heart even more is how he needs to go against his own sons for his beloved too. But he will do whatever it takes to secure you for himself.
When he meets you after hearing about the tattoo, he tries act as normal as possible, not wanting to scare you away with his desperation. Despite that though, he will also try to advance, because he is NOT losing to all these youngsters, he's old enough to know exactly how to treat someone right. Let him treat your right, please, he begs of you....
Malleus feels like there's a storm inside him, getting worse by every second he thinks about that forsaken tattoo you have. He activately tries to think less about it, not wanting the whole school to be stuck in a storm for weeks, especially when you're situated in that poor awful old and decrepid building. He will try to smite ace and Deuce if he has the choise to though-
After the anger dies down, that's when the sadness flows in. The fact that he was not your favorite, that he was not worth his own tattoo, frankly brings him to tears. He has never been denied something in his life, especially something that he wants so badly. It's a foreign feeling, and a horrible one at that.
He is an attention hungry dragon, give him what he wants and he will give you the world without question. Just, please, give him the love and affection he both crave and deserves...
Chat, im tired. Let me sleep- FINALLY THIS SERIES IS FINISHED! or so I thought- o will focus on other comics/ideas before I come back for the endings tho, because I kinda wanna do other stuff and not just the tattoo shenanigans yknow :) one again huge thanks to @artdolliewishes for lots of support and help lmao
I hope yall enjoyed this shitshow of a series atleast, was lots of fun to create after all
After scarabias overblot, and seeing what ace and Deuce were willikg to do for you, you were so touched that you decided ro get them tattooed on your body as a small heart and a spade. After that chaos ensues-
If you wanna read the whole prolouge, then it's here
Floyd feels a lot. He feels betrayed and enraged over the tattoo, feeling the urge to fight those two damn guppies you call friends. How dare you betray your mate like this, you were meant to be! Atleast he will show you that he will fight for his mate, if that's good or bad that's for you to decide...
He hates the tattoo, yet as much as he hates it he can't really put the anger onto you. It's that damn mackerel and crabs fault! They must have forced you into it! Don't worry, like the good mate he is he will mark over their dumb marks, showing who's boss. He hates hurting you but he needs to do what has to be done to show that you're his...
Jade is... off. As soon as he hears about the tattoo his composure just, shatters. He cant understand why you would play him like this, you're quite cruel aren't you? Playing him like this, making him lose his composure... you want him to kill to show how much he cares? Because he will- in fact, he will use any dirty tricks in the book to make sure he wins, magic or not..
If magic won't work, he will result to desperately trying to insert himself into your life more than he already has. You'll have a personal butler at this point, one begging for your attention and affection,, to think all this started because of a harmless tattoo...
Azul is about to throw up. The world is spinning, he feels like he is about to throw up. This can't be happening, right?? You, you really hate him don't you? Why else would you get those two troublemakers a tattoo but not him...
The desperation gets worse, the longer he thinks about it. He cant stop crying, having to lock himself in the vip lounge so nobody sees how this issue has reduced him to a sobbing little crybaby. The desperation turns somewhat into determination, the urge to write up the best contract ever to make you happy, maybe throw in a little condition where you need to get a matching tattoo with him..
Jamil is about to have another overblot. He, he is the reason? His overblot? He can't, he cant take it. Being the main reason for the tattoo makes him lose his mind. He avoids you for a week, nor being able to look at you without losing his composure and crying on the spot.
Desperation grows, turing ugly. He cant control himself, searching you out after a week of not seeing you. He begs for forgiveness, for you to not hate him, please, he begs you... He needs you, he needs you in his life, he needs you to love and cherish him, to be your number one.
Kalim feels off. This is one of the few times where he doesn't get what he wants. It's an unknown feeling, a hated feeling. He could be fine with anything else, bur a tattoo of your friends? Isn't he your friend too?? Is it because of the overblot that happened at his dorm? He will get you anything if it means that you'll forgive him! Please, he is begging you..
The jealousy grows, turning into an ugly mess. He cant help but hate on the Adeuce duo, hating them for taking you from him. He tries to endlessly gift you anything you look at for more than a second, trying to get you to spend countless hours at scarabia with several parties a week that always end in a romantic carpet ride. He tries really hard, okay? Just let him show you he is the best choise...
Epel is enraged, how dare you? The emotions get too intense, and he storms off. He cant believe you, picking favourites in your group? They may have been there before you but he loves you way more than they could ever love you!
He is in constant state of dissaray the first day, his anger rising the more he thinks about it. The anger stops being directed towards you and instead those two dumbasses, Ace and Deuce. He cant stand their asses! Going straight to battle living shit out of them.
Only, that isn't how it goes for him. He gets his ass kicked with everyone he tries to fight, getting so beat up he can barely stand up straight. Oh well, he can atleast leech off of you to nurse him back to health. You have to, please, he is begging for some alone time with you...
Also please someone help him with getting a new blazer, his old one is currently torn to shreds. The fights he got into wasn't really that good for him, since he is trying to fight people twice his size. Only for you, he would only go so far for you...
Rook feels... nothing. He can't bring himself to feel emotions currently, too stuck up on the tattoo. Sure, it's such a beautiful thing you care enough for someone that you would permanently etch that into your body. But why? Why couldn't it have been him? He is your friend too (he wish he was more to you, but that can wait, he will wait eons for you, only you)...
You feel bad for the man, wondering why he was so down all of the sudden. You still care about him (you care for everyone, they're you're friends after all), deciding to let him stay the night at ramshackle. He is forever grateful for your endless kindness, swearing to get into your good graces just so he can one day also get a tattoo..
Vil is desperate, he is emotional. The pain of not only comming second, but THIRD in your heart, it feels like you are stabbing him over and over again in the heart. He cant breathe, he cant stop the tears wellinh up in his eyes, he cant stop the emotions overflowimg his poor body. Why would you do something so heinous to this poor actor, he only wanted your love...
He has been acting since he was a little kid, yet this time he cant control his emotions, the stakes are too high. Your love is on the line! He can't stand to look himself in the mirror, feeling way too ugly for his emotions, his outbursts, his feelings. He wants to be enough for you, and he will do anything to achieve that..
THERES PART TWO DONE!!! The literal biggest thank you to @artdolliewishes for helping so much and expanding on the au with me!! It means so much to me that someone cares about a project I've done as much as I do :,)
Also I'm very sorry for being so delayed on posting, I went to the ER and all, I swear the students of nrc was trying to kill me lmao
Caters poor stories, constantly spammed about his overwhelming emotions. He don't know where else to turn really, emotions running haywire. Luckily they are all on close friends, so only a select few sees them and not the entire world.
He still can't believe how you betrayed him like this, but it's okay. He will slowly morph into a person you can love, please have patience with him. You like ace and Deuce right? He will make sure to take their best qualities for himself, anything for you after all...
Hey guys cater angst :) eat up! Doing these smaller posts are way more fun and less taxing on my time and body lol, so I can post way more often :) anyway hope yall enjoy lmao
After scarabias overblot, and seeing what ace and Deuce were willikg to do for you, you were so touched that you decided ro get them tattooed on your body as a small heart and a spade. After that chaos ensues-
I'd you wanna read the while prolouge, then it's here
Ace is oh so smug! What's this? You chose him?? Of course you would! he was your first friend here in twisted wonderland, and he will continue to be your first in everything else... <3
He cant stop bragging about the tattoo, landing him in several collars from an enraged riddle and in frights with equally enraged students, but they can't do anything because you chose him of course! (Keep speaking like that delulu man and you will end up seriously hurt).
He cant stop thinking of the tattoo, loving how it matches his red heart on the eye to a T. As soon as he has enough money he's getting a tattoo of you, he promises himself that. He might ad well also get you a wedding ring right here right now-
He wants you to fill in the heart, as to show you chose him and not that goody two shoes Deuce! Pleaee please please do...
Deuce wants to cry out of happiness. You, the most beautiful and amazing and awesome and loveable and most godlike (crush) friend he could have, you have a tattoo of something referring to him..? He cant believe it. He feels his eyes well up in tears, it's too good to be true.
But he sees the tattoo etched into your skin, and he cant help bur he of so mesmerised with it. He cant stop staring, stop touching, stop csressing the scarfed skin where the ink is. He truly is Lucky isn't He...
He has already called his mom and told her EVERYHTING (well, everything this he has "seen" (delusional boy)) that has happened, and started taking about ehat wedding ring to give you with her. She is so exited her little boy is having such a beautiful relationship, you cant break her heart now can you..
Like Ace, he wants you to fill in the spade, to show that you chose him! Not that meany yucky Ace! He will always be the better option after all- he knows how to take care of you (and how to beat up the others!)
Cater feels awful. He wants to cry, he wants to sob, he wants to go lie in a hole and pass away. He thought you two were such great friends (he wants that friends to lovers arc)... why, why did you only get Ace and Deuce?? Is he not goof enough for you? He will change, he promises! Just please love him, chose him...
He will plant small hints. Oh this cute trend about matching tattoos, oh look this design looks amazing, yada yada yada... he will have a matching tattoo with you, and he will pull any strings to make it happen.
Trey feels off. He knows he isn't too close to you like those two Ace and Deuce, bur he knows you value him. Why did you only chose those two then? You csnt just get half the deck like that, its all or nothing. He tills you this only to have a chance of you getting his symbol on you. He would do anything for it.
He decides to do it himself, to show you how good it would look on you. You would look simply divine with that clover on you, you both know it. Please, please chose him, he will take care of you oh so well...
Riddle is furious. Red on the face, voice pitched up a notch, his hand reaching for his pen. This is unacceptable!! How DARE you marr your beautiful skin with these RULEBREAKERS symbols??!?!? He has to tlak some sense into you.
He expects a 10k word essay on how you were wrong and that you're sorry, along with a tart or two and a matching tattoo with him (that is bigger than both Ace and Deuce's tattoos combined-)
Jack is conflicted. He is in your close circle of friends. He hangs our with you everyday, he takes care of you (unlike those two dumbass cards), why did you chose them over him? It's unfair.
He will be way more protective of you. He has to show you he's the best for you, your one true mate, for life.. it can only be him, no one else. He would scent you as well, just like ruggie.
Ruggie wants to sob right in front of you. Why would you chose someone over him? He knows he isn't the smartest, the richest, bur he sure loves you the most! He will fight tooth and nail for that title!-
He will show it to you, he will show how he is the nest husband for you that there is, the most attentive! He will show you...
He also cannot afford to get you a tattoo, so instead he scents you, be that with his clothes, his cologne, anything that works he sure will do- for you, for your relationship..
Leona feels sick. You, chose someone over him? He is supposed to be your number one, you only.. just like how he is to you! This is unfair, he feels himself ger angrier and angrier the longer he thinks about it. He WILL have you and he for sure will have matching tattoos with your..
He is incredibly protective of you even after the chaos dies down, curling his tail around any of your available limbs and holding his hand right over the tattoo you have of those two dumbasses..
He even gives you some super expensive bracelets out of pure gold just to cover up that damn tattoo (he doesn't wanna hurt you but he still wants to rip that thing off of your body, only he gets to mark you)
I am incredibly sorry for the long wait, I got sick and have been so busy with everything else I couldn't get it done until now, bur I hope you all like the first part of the tattoo!!
Ily all and I wanna especially thank @yanknowalready for their beautiful writing in my comments, i would've made this post sm smaller if it weren't for your amazing ideas!- if anyone has ideas for tattoos for the other charas, ro tell in the comments I would love to hear them! <3
Hello there, how are you doing? May I have a soft yandere of Jamil, Leona, and Malleus with a Gender neutral reader who loves to bake sweets, please?
Baked Goods
You tend to bake, like a lot a lot. It's a habit that has intensified now that you've gotten into twisted wodnerland. It's quite nice, it's yummy AND a goof gift for you beloved friends!
Jamil is ready to go on one knee. You, you took your time to do something, for HIM?! He can't quite hold up his stickers facade as he feels like he might explode, he is just that happy. Trust him, he will keep you and you beloved basking all to himself <3
Leona is quick to let his inferiority complex of being second anwser for him. He truly is happy you did something for him, but the thought of you doing this to someone else truly makes him SICK. He pleads under his breath that you only do this for him, please, he needs to be your only..
Malleus is in awe. You truly don't know what this means to him don't you? Fae offer food as to claim ownership of their fellow, especially people they like. So, for you to do this to him, it only means you want to own him, no? He would happily be yours, but then you gotta be his in return <3
My eye hurts, requests will not feature color for a while prolly, don't get rubbing alcohol in your eye chat. Anyway hope you enjoyed :P
Sweetie Darlings and their scary ass Fem Yans have my whole heart.
Kind Darling and the hell spawn who claimed them as her prize. Half of her face is gone, can barely see out of the eye she has left - still manages to put the fear of God into anyone she's able to maintain eye contact with long enough. Built like an ox, picks up her Darling by their collar like a kitten. Can and will pop a man's skull like a grape. Darling being peak thembo acting like there's nothing out of the ordinary-
"This is my wife- We aren't married yet, but she gets sad if I call her my girlfriend."
"I am not your friend. I am your protector and life partner. You will call me by the title fit for my role."
"Haha, anyway- She's a total sweetheart once you get to know her! Just... try not to look her in the eye for more than about.... ten seconds. She hates that. Oh!- And what whatever you do - do not give me compliments. She's still learning how to sweet talk me and gets extremely jealous when others do it better-"
"Approach my mate and I will use your spinal bones to clean my teeth. I use the skull of the last person to test me as a foot rest."
"She's joking!"
"Comedy is beyond my realm of understanding. I am dead serious."
Darling probably calls her cute pet names like "Princess" or "Angel" like the scary dog incarnation she is.
OBSESSED WORSHIPPER — an angel who used to be numb without your existence . . .
gender neutral reader / yandere (??) oc x reader / obsessive / unhealthy asl / emotional dependency / he hasn't even met reader yet and he's suppper down bad
masterlist | intro post | character info . . .
a/n: I wrote this a while ago in a big rush for my friend's birthday, so please excuse if it's repetitive or a little bad!!
Crimson streaked across pale ivory, seeping into the ridges of Abrin’s back like veins of molten gold in fractured marble. If his hands were not bound in chains, he might have traced his fingers over the scars, felt the raised edges of old wounds and the fresh sting of new ones. Yet, no tears would well in his eyes.
Not because he thought himself strong, nor because he believed pain was some holy trial to endure. He simply just did not care. If that celestial glow bestowed upon all angels at birth still flickered within him, dim and faltering, who would mourn its loss?
Nobody. The thought echoed in the hollow of his chest. He had wept once. Had cried, had screamed, had begged. But now, he no longer knew the difference between thought and voice, silence and sound. Whether his anguish spilled from his lips or curled within the confines of his mind, it changed nothing.
And he was not alone.
Row upon row of iron cells stretched into the shadows, each holding an angel just like him—bound, broken, fading. Their clipped wings twitched with every tremor of pain, their whispers of despair dissolving into the damp air. Even among them, Abrin felt out of place. They wept for freedom. He prayed for death. Life had emptied itself of meaning long ago, so hollow that not even a blade to his wings could carve a feeling into him.
A sliver of light spilled through the narrow vent above his cell, pooling in pale, shifting patterns across the stone floor. He watched with a vague, detached amusement. Even the sky mocked him, offering glimpses of freedom just beyond reach. If he could break loose, if he could spread his wings just once, he would not fly to escape. He would ascend only to fall. Higher, higher, until the heavens blurred behind him, until gravity reclaimed him, until he shattered upon the earth below. How many times had he longed for that? To fall, to crash, and to end?
A metallic rattle tore him from his thoughts. The heavy door groaned open, spilling dim light into the cell. Abrin turned his head, already expecting the sight of the guard. And there they stood—shadowed against the flickering torchlight, clad in indifference. But there were no chains in their hands this time, no tray of tasteless rations.
They hesitated, shoulders stiff. Then, in a voice as cold and impassive as ever, they spoke. "Someone’s bought you. You’ll be leaving in a month."
Abrin blinked. The words settled over him like distant thunder, low and rolling, incomprehensible in their weight. Someone had bought him. Someone was taking him away. He should have felt nothing. He had long since forgotten how to feel. And yet, his chest twisted.
Twisted with something raw, searing, unfamiliar. A feeling more visceral than the wounds burned into his skin, clawing up his throat and lodging itself deep beneath his ribs.
He had never known anything beyond these walls, never believed there was anything beyond them. No possibility of escape, no future beyond the loop of his waking existence, each day morphing together.
Yet now—someone would take him away. Someone would pull him from this pit, from the cold, from the endless hell he had grown accustomed to. Someone…
His savior. His mercy. His answered prayer.
Abrin’s breath came sharp and uneven. He barely registered the guard’s lingering glance before they turned on their heel, footsteps fading down the corridor. The door shut with a hollow clang, sealing him in once more.
For the first time, the walls did not press so tightly around him. His mind did not compress, suffocating under its own doing. Instead, it reached outward towards the unknown, toward the one who had spared him.
He wondered what they might look like—the shade of their eyes, the way they would be something new for him to grow used to. Would their gaze be sharp as cut glass or gentle as twilight? And their skin… would it bear the weight of scars, marred and broken like his own?
He hoped not. No, he would never wish such a fate upon the one who had reached for him, the one who had would lift him from the dark. They should be untouched by suffering, unmarked by cruelty—something untainted, something he could call grace.
My savior, my savior, my savior, my savior.
Ever since the news, Abrin had not been himself. The change unsettled not only the guards and the other prisoners but even him. After so long without feeling, without even a drop of emotion stirring in his hollow chest, a flood had overtaken him; an unstoppable tide crashing against the walls he had spent years building. And yet, he did not resist. He let it consume him, let it pull him under. He drowned in it, and for the first time, he did not mind.
He spent his days adrift in thought. How was it possible to be so wholly devoted to someone he had never even met? He knew—knew that the moment they stood before him, he would not remain standing for long. His legs would fail him, and he would fall to his knees, to the cold, filthy stone floor. Would they like him that way? Bent, broken, trembling beneath them? Pathetic? Everyone here seemed to.
Only three more days. The thought pulsed through his skull like a heartbeat, relentless. He traced the tallies carved into the stone wall with trembling fingers, ignoring the sting of his ragged nails, the gnawed-up skin around them. Pain no longer mattered. Hunger, exhaustion, none of it mattered. For the first time in his life, there was something beyond the endless monotony of waking and waiting. Something to look forward to. Something worth opening his eyes for.
My savior, my savior, my savior, my savior.
Stop. Stop it. Abrin could not contain it, this swelling, aching thing inside him. Love, devotion, obsession—whatever it was, it filled every hollow space in his body, too vast for him to hold. He was terrified that the moment he saw them, he would spill over entirely, empty himself at their feet, and drive away the only thing keeping him tethered to life.
The clang of metal startled him. A guard passed his cell, tossing a tray of scraps onto the floor, the same as every day. But before they could leave, words slipped from Abrin’s lips, sudden and unbidden.
“Can… Can I have a piece of paper and a pencil?” His voice was hoarse from disuse, barely louder than a whisper. “I want to write a letter… for the one who is taking me away.”
The guard stopped. Stared. Abrin barely spoke, never even asked for anything. After a pause, they gave a slow nod before turning away, their footsteps fading down the corridor.
Not long after, they returned, pushing a thin scrap of paper and a worn-down pencil through the bars. For a long moment, Abrin simply stared at them, hands trembling. Then, carefully, reverently, he took them into his grasp.
“To the one who has reached for me,
I do not know your name. I do not know the sound of your voice, nor the shape of your face, and yet I think of nothing else. I whisper to you in the dark. I see you in the flickers of light on the wall. You are everywhere, even though you’ve never stood before me.
Since I heard of you, of what you’ve done, my thoughts have not belonged to me. They are yours now. Every breath I take is in anticipation of yours. Every second stretches like a lifetime, and yet three days feel too little time to prepare myself for you. I do not know how to contain this. This ache. This reverence. This need.
You’ve done what no one else has. You’ve chosen me. You saw the ruins of something once divine, and you reached for it. For me. Why? I don’t understand it. I cannot. But I would give you everything. Everything I have, everything I am, though it may be broken and bloodstained and pitiful. I would crawl to you if I could. If you asked, I would press my forehead to your feet and stay there, unmoving, until you gave me permission to rise.
I’m scared. Not of you, never of you, but of what I might become in front of you. I am afraid I will fall apart the moment you speak. That my voice will shatter. That my heart will give in. That I will beg, not even knowing for what.
You must understand: you are the only light that has ever reached me. And I… do not know how to survive brightness without burning.
Please. Whatever you do when you see me, do not turn away. Do not leave. If you knew what you mean to me already, what I've imagined you to be, perhaps you would. But I pray you won’t. Even if I disgust you, even if I’m not what you wanted, let me stay. Let me prove I can be good. I will be anything you need. Anything.
I don’t know how to stop this. This obsession, this devotion, this desperate, aching worship of someone I’ve never met. I only know that when I do meet you, I will fall apart, and I can only hope you’ll hold the pieces.
Even before you asked for me, I was already yours.
Abrin”
He could only pray that the words he had so carefully etched, each letter trembling with devotion, would reach them more clearly than the fractured whispers of his voice ever could. That his unsteady hands might be worthy enough to place the paper into their divine grasp. That they would cradle him gently, or break him apart and remake him at their will. He would not resist. He would thank them for it.
And if he faltered, if he ever angered them even by the smallest breath or careless misstep, he would carve the mistake into memory and never repeat it again. He would beg for their forgiveness, over and over, until they no longer had to hear it.
Please, his heart sobbed as tears slipped silently down his cheeks. Please don’t leave me. Please don’t cast me aside.
𝐂𝐖: unedited. contains yandere themes (obsessive and possessive behavior), implied stalking(?), emotional manipulation, you're an unreliable narrator, mild horror/supernatural elements, possibly unsettling depictions of affection and devotion, gaslighting-adjacent undertones, sleep deprivation, psychological distress, etc.
𝐀/𝐍: tysm to everyone who's been supporting my stuff these past few days!! i tried to write a bit differently with this fic, so i hope y'all don't mind the slight change in writing style. that said, i hope you'll enjoy my word womit ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ ask me about his lore. i dare you.
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐍 like smoke through a half-opened window—vague and soft, yet pressuring and unrelenting as they fill your lungs with each breath you force yourself to take.
You don't quite remember when they began—the dreams that seep into waking like rot into fruit.
At first they were just… noise. Static, in the back of your head. Easy to blame it on the usual stuff—school, stress, maybe dehydration or whatever. It made sense. Kind of. A normal response, right? Something sleep was supposed to fix.
But sleep didn’t fix it.
Even when you slept longer. Or deeper. (If you slept at all.)
You never felt rested. Not really.
You went to bed tired and woke up worse. No matter how many hours you clawed back, it wasn't enough. Eventually, you stopped feeling like yourself.
And the dreams..
No—nightmares, you tried to say. But even that word feels wrong now. Nightmares are chaotic. Absurd. Fragmented. Even the worst of them don’t linger like this. They don’t repeat endlessly, or follow you through the day like the scent of spoiled food clinging to your clothes.
Not when they’re this vivid.
Not when your sanity’s fraying at the edges and you start to wonder if you’re actually going mad.
It isn’t just fear anymore—not the kind that dies with morning light or the kind to be reasoned away. You feel it when you wake. How your limbs hesitate. How your breath catches in your throat like your body’s bracing for impact, even though you’re safe in bed.
Then, there's the touch.
Velvet claws trace down your spine—slow and careful. almost tender, Like a predator petting prey.
You hate that.
You never mention the whispers, voices that hum beneath the silence like slow, syrup-slick lullabies. Too low to make out, but always there. Gentle. Constant. Suffocating. The murmurs never rise beyond a hush, but they crowd your head until you're drowning in it—devotion so cloying you can't breathe.
And always, without fail, those eyes. His eyes.
Burning gold. Twin pupils that stare without blinking. Cat-split gaze sharp enough to cut.
You see them in dreams, yes—but more and more, you're catching glimpses elsewhere. Reflections. Windowpanes. The sheen of your phone screen at midnight. Always there, hovering at the edge of your vision.
And still, you try to tell yourself it's just your imagination. Stress. Sleep deprivation. A trick of the light.
But your body doesn't believe you.
Your hands shake. Your shoulders stay tense. You flinch when nothing's there. You move like you're being watched—because deep down, you're certain you are.
You can't remember the last time sleep meant rest. The last time you didn't wake up drenched in sweat, lungs tight, throat raw from a scream you never made. The last time your thoughts felt like your own.
At some point, you stopped calling it a nightmare.
Because nightmares end.
This doesn't.
...
—A sharp jolt hits your neck.
You awake to the phantom sensation of a hand on your shoulder. Too real, too warm.
Then, the clatter of a pen.
When your eyes snap open, you're greeted by the familiar sight of a college classroom—buzzing white light overhead, rows of plastic chairs and indistinct faces—none of them his—and your professor's muffled lecture from far across the room.
"Wh—huh?"
You blink. Your throat is uncomfortably dry, and your heartbeat thunders endlessly in your ears.
Again. That same wretched dream.
"..hey, you okay?" the voice beside you cuts through the haze—gentle, and edged with concern.
But there's something about it that cuts you the wrong way; something too soft. Too careful. Dauntingly familiar in a way you can't place. A voice you've heard before, maybe in a passing, maybe-
Your breath catches. For a heartbeat too long, the classroom feels unreal. Your eyes dart towards the source in seconds, expecting—
Gold. You brace for gold.
Instead, you meet a pair of eyes so human it stuns you—deep brown, earthy and soft, in a way gold never is.
The breath you were holding slips from your lungs, a shaky sort of relief like a knot in your chest you didn't know was there has finally, quietly come undone.
You hate that you're relieved. That someone else, anyone else, is here to tether you back to the mundane.
...but you're safe. At least for now.
You try to smile and say something polite—anything—but your lips only twitch halfway into shape, and when you open your mouth, no words come.
Because that's when your eyes properly settle on him—and suddenly, everything else turns into static.
Why hadn't you noticed him before?
He's— god. He's handsome. Not in the clean, billboard-model kind of way, but something quieter. Softer. A kind of boyish, late-morning charm you never thought you'd see out of a movie.
He looks like he's always just gotten out of bed, hair still a little damp from a shower, ruffled at the crown. Freckles dust the tops of his cheeks—barely there, like sunspots trying not to be seen. And there's a dimple, just the faintest shadow of it that threatens to peak through each time he even thinks of smiling.
You only realize you've been staring when his face turns pink.
"Sorry." you blurt, heat rising to your cheeks as it clicks—he must've been the one who woke you.
That in turn, only seemed to intensify your classmate's blush.
"Ah—no. It's okay." he quickly splutters, offering you a faint smile—lopsided, unsure—and turns back to his notes.
You nod bashfully.
You don't speak after that, and neither does he.
The lecture drones on, every word from the professor drifting past your ears like static. You try to anchor yourself on anything. The subtle scrape of mechanical pens against paper. The soft cough three seats before you. A chair creaking. Someone shifting in their seat.
Hell, even that god-awful tick of the wall clock.
Sharp, rhythmic, and endless.
Tick—tick—tick.
Seconds ooze past like sweat down your back.
The air feels thick. Your body? Sluggish. You blink hard a few times, trying to clear out the fog in your mind—all to no avail.
Just once, you glance sideways. He's still there, hunched slightly over his notebook and tapping his pen in slow intervals against the margin. He doesn't really seem to be writing down what your professor is saying—rather, it's more like he's absentmindedly fiddling with the closest object to his hand.
It's not distracting exactly, but it makes it harder to stay in your own head... though for someone like yourself, you guess that's a good thing.
You retract your gaze, just as it seems like he'll catch on to your staring, again.
The next moments pass in a blur. Time stretches, unfolds and warps itself. When the bell finally rings, it's almost a shock—as though someone yanked the plug from your ears.
The world rushes back in all at once. Chairs screech against linoleum as the class begins to empty—students filing out in half-mumbled conversations, bags slung over shoulders, sneakers squeaking toward the door.
You don't move right away.
You just sit there for a while longer, letting the noise pass over you, around you. Like water around a stone. Your fingers press into your temples, then slide down to rub at your eyes, knuckling the grit from your lashes.
The light still feels too bright.
Your head still feels too far away from your body.
There he is—standing beside your desk, backpack slung over one shoulder, hoodie sleeve pushed slightly up one forearm. The fabric bunches awkwardly near the elbow, like he’d rolled it absentmindedly.
His other hand fidgets with the edge of a notebook, thumb pressed into the spiral binding. His expression is sheepish, brows lifted in tentative concern—but his eyes are steady on you.
It startles you regardless.
You freeze, blinking a few times before coming back to your senses and trying for a half-hearted smile. "Guess so. Sorry, I.. haven't been sleeping well."
He winces—just slightly, like your answer confirmed something he already suspected. "Yeah, I can tell." he says, then immediately falters. "I mean—not like that, not in a mean way—I just, uh—you kind of looked out of it earlier."
A beat passes. Then you laugh, soft and tired. The sound surprised you.
When were you last so at ease with another person?
"It's fine." you say, lips curling, "I get what you mean."
He chuckles under his breath, a quiet puff of air, and seems to hesitate. His mouth opens—then closes again. You think he’s going to leave. Instead, he shifts his weight, nudging his shoulder against his bag, and holds out a hand—half a second too late to feel casual.
"I'm Kotetsu, by the way." A pause. "Uhm, just Kotetsu."
Without thinking, you find yourself reaching out to him. His hand is warmer than you expected. Warm. Steady.
"Nice to meet you," you reply, and the words feel strange on your tongue. "I'm.."
You hesitate again. Your own name flits through your mind like a loose scrap of paper; worn and wrinkled from overuse. It almost doesn't feel like it belongs to you anymore.
You give it anyway, and he nods when you do.
...like he already knew.
You've been seeing him everywhere lately.
Only campus, at first—somehow always within a few feet.
He’d wave when your eyes met across the quad, sit near you in the library like it was the most natural thing in the world. Other times, you'd find him waiting by the vending machines or brushing past you outside the lecture hall, as if your schedules had just magically aligned.
At first, you thought it was just coincidence. A fluke. The same way you always seem to run into the same three people at the grocery store, or end up behind the same guy in line at the registrar. It’s a big campus—but not that big. You told yourself that once. Twice. A dozen times.
But then it started happening outside campus, too.
Once at the corner café you never told anyone you liked. Another time at the pharmacy down the block, when you were too tired to do more than blink at him in surprise. He’d just smiled, offered a casual 'hey!' like nothing was strange at all.
Before you knew it, he'd inserted himself into your life like it's as natural as breathing.
Maybe that’s what made it harder to notice at first, how seamless it all felt.
No grand declarations, no heavy pressure; just a gentle, persistent gravity. You feel as if you're caught in a tide that only kept inching closer each day—until your whole torso's already wet because you didn't realize sooner you've stepped into the ocean.
You never meant for this to happen. You never agreed to it.
But your feet just happen to move in the same direction as his after class, and your breaks just happen to overlap.
—And when he texts (of course he has your number now), you find yourself replying before you even read what he wrote.
There are moments when you wonder if you should set a boundary. Say something. Ask how he keeps showing up in places you never mentioned. But those thoughts feel heavy. Too heavy for how easy he makes everything else feel.
Why?
Because oftentimes, your find that—no, you don't mind his presence.
Kotetsu has a very subtle way of drilling himself into your life like he’s always been there. He remembers little things. Your favorite drink order, down to the extra shot. The song you hum when you’re anxious. The way your right foot bounces when you’re thinking too hard. You can’t recall ever telling him these things, exactly—but that’s easy enough to explain. You must have mentioned them in passing. Slipped up during conversation.
It happens.
Besides, he listens. He’s attentive, sweet in a quiet sort of way. The kind of person who keeps extra tissues in his bag just in case, who offers you half of his sandwich if you forget to pack lunch. Who walks you to class when the sky’s starting to rain.
And you like having him around.
You do.
It’s not just about comfort—though that’s part of it. It’s in the small things. The familiar weight of him at your side. The way his voice feels like static wrapped in warmth when the world gets too loud. How he always seems to notice when your shoulders tense or when you start biting your nails again.
You didn’t ask for any of it, but you never really tell him to stop, either.
Maybe that’s on you.
And maybe—just maybe—it’s because you’ve started to rely on it. On him.
He looks at you like you’re a snowflake balanced on his palm; something fleeting he's trying not to crush by holding too tight. There's something frightening in that kind of tenderness—but there's comfort too. And god, haven’t you earned that? After everything?
You don’t question it much anymore. Not the way his gaze lingers too long. Not the way he always shows up right when you need him, even when you haven’t said a word. Not the way it’s getting harder to imagine your days without him in them.
In the end, the dreams—the nightmares, you remind yourself, even if the word doesn't quite fit anymore—are gone.
They just stopped. Quietly. No fanfare. Nothing.
No more cold sweats. No more waking up with your heart lodged in your throat. No more days where you feel like a prisoner inside your own body.
Instead, you sleep. Like really sleep.
And you wake up not with dread, but with breath in your lungs. Steady. Unburdened.
Some mornings, you forget what it felt like to be scared.
Some mornings, you even catch yourself smiling.
You don’t want to think too hard about why. About how easily that terror vanished once Kotetsu entered your life.
You don’t want to ask questions.
Not when things finally feel good again. Safe.
Not when your skin isn’t crawling. Not when your mind is your own.
Because after everything—
Isn’t that what matters?
Isn’t that enough?
You want to believe it is.
14:11 - kotetsu: hey
14:12 - kotetsu: feel like hanging out?
14:12 - kotetsu: i can meet you at that cafe you like.
14:13 - kotetsu: the one on 4th.
14:15 - you: oh
14:15 - you: sure
14:15 - you: be there in 10?
14:16 - kotetsu: k
He stares at your message too long, even though your response was expected.
Well—anticipated, really... but of course you said yes, you always do.
Still, there's something about seeing it that makes the corners of his mouth twitch upward, something like a purr low in his chest that doesn't quite reach his throat.
His blush darkens.
You chose him. Again.
Thank goodness.
The phone glows faint in his hand before dimming, its soft buzz telling of your confirmation still echoing somewhere deeper than his ears. Kotetsu lowers it slowly into his pocket, his fingers subconsciously brushing over the case once, like trying to feel you through the electronic device.
The branch beneath him sways slightly with the breeze, but he remains perfectly still—balanced, relaxed, perched like he belongs there.
High above the street, his legs tucked beneath him, one tail draped lazily over the bark while the other curls and uncurls in idle motion, restless in a way his body isn"t.
Kotetsu's hoodie shifts as he exhales, and just barely, the tip of one ear twitches under the fabric.
It’s quiet up here. The city noise filters in muted, far away, as though he's separated from it by something more than just height. He can see the café from here, the one you always choose. The same little table by the window. Always that seat facing the corner. Always the same way you stir your drink—clockwise, three times, then sip. You don't even realize you do it, but he’s memorized the pattern, just like he’s memorized everything else.
Kotetsu's gaze drifts downward to the street.
You're not there yet. You said ten minutes, and you’re punctual. You always are. But even if you weren’t—it would be fine. He would wait. He has waited. Centuries, actually.
The thought doesn’t weigh on him the way it used to.
He stopped counting the years a long time ago. It’s not bitterness anymore—rather, resolve. You’re here now, in this life. You’ve come back to him. Your soul remembers the way, even if your mind doesn't. That’s what matters.
He leans back and stretches, arms reaching overhead in a smooth, almost lazy movement.
For a moment, his balance sways, hoodie slipping just enough to reveal a sliver of dark fur; revealing the sleek line of a cat tail that flicks lazily and rhythmically, while the other curls around his ankle like an oversized anklet. His claws extend without thought, digging straight into the bark beneath him—quiet and precise. He breathes in. Your scent is on the wind already—so faint, but there.
Kotetsu closes his eyes and lets himself savor it as warmth flares low in his chest.
Oh, how he's missed you.
His master.
Hismasterhismasterhismasterhismasterhismast-
The words feel a bit strange in his mind now. Not because it doesn't fit, but because it fits too well; worn at the edges from centuries of use, but still heavy, still comforting—like a collar he's long grown into.
You still look the same, still sound the same.
You still gaze at him with the same fondness he'd done everything to be deserving of all that time ago.
...Even now, he still doesn't deserve you, does he?
That's why he has to be good. That's why he has to be perfect. That's why every moment he breathes besides you has to be earned, not just taken.
Because you chose him of your own will.
That’s the part that undoes him—not any vow or fate, or divine force pulling the thread between your souls tight.
No. It's just you—wholly, honestly, entirely you. You who decides, reaching across all that silence and ruin and giving him your presence like it meant nothing at all.
Like it was easy. Like it was safe.
That terrifies him, truthfully. The freedom of it, because it means you can leave. It means there's no weight anchoring you to him, no curse or promise to force you to stay—and if that’s true, if you’re free to go, then he’s just someone waiting to be left behind again. That thought lives in his chest like a splinter lodged too deep in a wound, and so he swears—quietly, reverently, that he won’t lose you.
He can't. Not after all this time.
Not after what he became.
Not after what he did just to be here again, in your orbit.
You'll never remember the worst of it: What he looked like at the end of your life.; how his body fell apart from grief like it was rejecting itself cell by cell.
You don’t remember the voice that called your name until it cracked and splintered into something animal, something that didn’t know how to stop even long after you were already gone.
Not the madness, the violence, or even faithless prayers he once spewed and clawed into stone with broken hands. Nothing.
So maybe that’s a mercy. Maybe this life spared you from remembering.
Even if that's the case—he'll still remember, always, every second of your dying breath like it was carved into the marrow of him, stitched into every soul he tore through just to see you alive again.
You still smile like sunlight through leaves after all, still hum under your breath when you're not thinking. His breath hitches when you do.
Even just that—it’s almost enough to fool himself into believing it never happened. That he never lost you. That this—your warmth, your voice, the tiny flick of your attention—isn’t borrowed time but the way things were always meant to be. But Kotetsu knows better, he always has.
This time, there won’t be another chance. If the world tries to take you again, it won’t get the chance to try twice. That's why he’ll wait. Quietly. He’ll serve and protect and watch and bleed; whatever it demands. It doesn't matter if it's for you.
But then—something shifts. A subtle change in the wind.
Your scent.
Familiar and irrefutable. It hits him like gravity. His eyes snap open before the thought can even form. His body reacts first, as it always does when you're close. Something in his chest tightens right then and there—not painfully, just… enough to ache. Enough to remind him of the present. Of you.
He doesn’t move at first; just stays still, half-lidded, resting in his perch—letting the moment settle around him like dusk.
One of his tails twitches on instinct, a lazy sway through the air before falling still. Then finally, in a motion so quiet it barely exists, he drops from the branch. The hem of his hoodie billows weightlessly underneath him, barely louder than the rustle of leaves.
In moments, he lands silently, feet touching the pavement with all the sound of a shadow falling.
No one notices then. Of course they don’t.
Why would they?
By then, the transformation is already complete. His feline features vanish with the last glint of his twin tails fading like smoke in dying light. The sharp outline of his ears soften into something more human, and his aureate eyes—the ones you say feel kind—are open again, now tinted several shades darker.
Human, gentle, this version of him.
It's one you recognize, one that fits into your world—this is the one he wears for you; tailored to your own comfort.
The same one he dons when he greets you at the door of the café, his smile easy and hands casually tucked into his pockets.
"Hey," Kotetsu grins, voice light, "took you long enough."
And maybe you laugh in response, maybe you roll your eyes at his jest and playfully bump his arm—it doesn't matter, because he watches you like you're a miracle, anyway.
You talk about your day. He nods, listens, offers a quiet quip here and there. But the truth is—he already knows how your day went. He always does. What he doesn’t know is how you’ll describe it. Which words you’ll use. What expressions you'll wear. And it’s that—the you of it all—that he’s obsessed with rediscovering each time.
He'll walk beside you, shoulder brushing yours as if by accident, gaze flicking sideways like he’s not memorizing every frame of you all over again. And when he opens the café door and gestures for you to enter first, there’s a flicker—barely a heartbeat long—where his smile stretches just a touch too wide.
That’s all it takes. Just a second too long, a fraction too sharp—and the truth behind his eyes almost slips through.
But you don’t notice.
And if you do, you never say.
You step inside, and he follows—naturally, inevitably—like a moth drawn to flame.
After all... all familiars never stray far from their masters
—not unless they're forced to,
and Kotetsu would never let it come to that. Not again.
Okay, we've got the yandere!SDRA2 boys! Can you do the girls?
Hibiki & Kanade
Hibiki outright threatens anyone who tries flirting with you.
She wants everyone to know you’re off-limits (i.e kicking Nikei where the sun didn’t shine when he got too “invasive” in an interview about your relationship with the twins).
Kanade reverts back to her murderous-self at times, killing anyone you might be close to without you even knowing it.
Sometimes you had to break up vicious fights between them, seeing them legit killing each other to win your affection.
They only stop when you declared you’ll leave if they didn’t get along.
Hibiki sobs her eyes out, promising it won't happen again, while Kanade silently hugs you as you clean up their wounds.
Setsuka
Her motherly nature kicks into maximum overdrive.
With her cybernetic eye, she keeps watch over you, making sure nobody’s giving you trouble.
She’s not self-conscious of it anymore when around you, so she’ll keep it open to record every moment you two spend alone together.
She won’t kill anyone, because she’s smart and won’t take that much of a risk.
Though she might “accidentally” crush the fingers of her opponent with one of the balls if they were looking at you beforehand.
Emma
She'd spoil you rotten and spew threats at anyone who dares to insult you, even her assistants.
You're the only one who treated her as an equal the moment you met..and since then she became 100% obsessed over you
Often guilt-trips you through her classic crocodile tears and laments that you don't love her anyone, especially when you try saying you have somewhere to be.
You learned to see through them for the most part.
But she gets hostile and clingy if you don't tell her where you're going and/or when you'll be back.
Iroha
She starts dedicating all of her newest paintings to you, leaving them as gifts even on days that have no importance. Some are sweet and beautiful, and others are...slightly disturbing.
You notice she's using a lot more red than usual, too, and question her.
But she claims it's is the color of love, and you've been inspiring her a lot lately--that's the only reason.
You offered to buy her some more red paints, though she reassures you that she's got "plenty to spare".
There's this eerie look to her eyes as she says that, but you try not to think much of it.
Yoruko
Would slip drugs/poison into the cups of people who are bothering you or keep flirting with either of you.
It's not enough to kill them, of course, but enough to make them not want to come back to the restaurant.
After she's done and on break, she'll join you at your table, acting innocent as a lamb and feigning sympathy for the poor soul who had to be taken out on a stretcher.
She's so subtle you wouldn't notice a thing.
Sora
Would be the scary and silent type, glaring daggers at anyone who spoke to you, even Monocrow.
Ever since arriving to the island, she became extremely and obsessively protective over you, even though she wasn't sure why she felt this way.
Maybe you've been that important to her life..that she was paranoid about losing you.
You try helping her regain her memories--and pull her away from others when she glared at them for saying "hi" to you.
She snaps at anyone who dared accuse you of murder or being in Void, even if that makes herself look suspicious.
Kokoro
It's tough seeing her as a yandere tbh.
She's just very observant of your personality and the behaviors of others around you.
So she knows you're loyal and isn't concerned about you talking to other people.
She'll let you know, too, which comes off as a bit odd to you at first.
Though you mistake it for her feeling insecure, so you reassure her you love her with all your heart.
Yandere Gallagher, who just loves every little detail about you, taking mental note of your likes and dislikes, he's happy to know so much about you, it makes him easier to talk to in your eyes.
He loves giving you your favorite drink(that he laced)so you can thank him, he's happy you decide to come to him with all of your problems and complaints, he's so happy you want to come and talk to him overall, he just wants all your problems gone as much as you do, someone making you uncomfortable or making your life harder?(suddenly they're gone without a trace) something of yours went missing?(it's infront of your door the next day).
He makes your life so, so much easier and more comfortable for you, so won't you reward this old dog a little and give him little kiss? He doesn't have long left and he would love to earn your sweet, sweet affection, maybe just a few sweet words.( I love you, he would love to hear you say I love you...)
He wouldn't kidnap you, what's the point? He's dying soon anyway, and he doesn't want you to hate him, he can live with you just liking him, but he's greedy, like a dog begging for more treats, he wants you to love him but... he'll be happy knowing you appreciated his presence.
Gallagher can be unhinged at times, wanting to protect you at all costs, he views himself as your loyal guard dog, always making sure you're safe and scaring off anyone that he doesn't think is good for you. He constantly downgrades his worth, viewing you as more important, he wouldn't have much to live for if you werent with him, so he has to treat you like the angel you are to him.
H.T.E
There isn't much to escape from, though he does constantly stalks you, he will not kidnap you as he doesn't want you hating him, but he will break in to your house and snuggle up with you while your fast asleep, he thinks you look so, so cute.
If you move planets, Gallagher will be devastated, he will lose any hope or will to live he had, he would constantly text you, begging you to come back to him, telling you how much he loves you, how he lives for you, he just needs you back, please.
He's sorry, he's so sorry, he didn't mean to scare you off, he'll stop breaking in, he'll stop stalking you just, please come back.
If you leave your original home for somewhere else on Penacony he'll still be saddened, and he'll still try to find you, but he'll get the hint, and like a dejected dog he'll turn with his held low as he loses his hope and Dream.
Overall, he isn't bad to be around, he loves you very, very much, and he would not hurt you, atleast not on purpose, he's just like a dog, remember that getting to excited or to riled up can cause accidents, he doesn't punish you but he might be sad and need extra cuddling, he's better than most yanderes out there less unhinged, but still unhinged overall.
Be careful, be fast, don't let looks deceive you, and remember,
A completely random thought to add to the Yandere wave, but not about Doffy (for now). For some reason, I imagined Lucci bringing and handing the dead body of an enemy to the reader, in the same way that a cat offers a dead animal to its owner as a gift SSKSKDKSDKKEKD idk why that sound so funny to me
I can see if now:
Lucci: "I have a gift for you. Allow me to lay it at your feet."
The gift: ⚰️
You: "ahh... Um... Thank you?"
Lucci: "Expect many more from me."
You: "Dead bodies?"
Lucci, leaning in closer to you, caressing your cheek and tucking a stray hair behind your ear while whispering intimately.
Lucci: "Courting gifts, my love. My intentions for you are made known now. Allow me to always lay my kill at your feet, and you will live a life wanting for nothing."
content warnings: this is yandere stuff so plenty of relationships and mindsets of questionable healthiness. reader implied to be yuu. mentions of murder and violence (nothing explicit/graphic, but frequent. mostly not aimed at reader). most are pretty ambiguous wrt being romantic or platonic (though it’s assumed they have an at least somewhat close relationship with you). i don’t think there’s any explicit spoilers but this was written with mostly-up-to-date knowledge so maybe beware if you really want to avoid any spoilers
whole main cast is included, under the cut for length (near 4k words)! if you read ortho's section as incestuous or romantic in any other way i will shoot a laser beam at you.
fairly harmless overall
▸ i actually normally wouldn't put them together, but in either case i can't see either of the adeuce duo being too dangerous to others. yeah, they might beat someone up for getting too close to you or hurting you, but i really really can't see either of them going much farther. deuce in particular used to be a delinquent, and he does sometimes slip back into that mindset, and he does know how to beat someone up well… but he's a good boy now. your good boy. even in his delinquent phase he would've never actually killed someone, and the idea horrifies him a little too much to ever seriously consider. ace has a bit less restraint, but also a lot less experience. what he lacks in experience he does more than make up for in wit and quick learning, but… while the thought does cross his mind occasionally, he wouldn't be able to stomach actually killing someone either. he'll beat someone up if they hurt you or you ask him to though. unlike deuce, he'll probably brag about it to you if he knows your reaction would be positive.
▸ don’t you worry! your cay-kun would never kill someone! in fact, cater is very unlikely to get violent at all. when he gets jealous (which happens pretty often), he turns that bitterness inside. what do they have that he doesn’t? do you like quieter guys? is he too obsessed with magicam? do you not like the way he doesn’t let you in unless you push, because he’s too afraid you won’t like what you find and leave? is he not affectionate enough? do you not like his hair? it doesn’t matter what it is about him that you don’t like, about others that you do like. he’ll fix the problem; he’ll fix himself. he’s already used to putting on acts around others—this isn’t that different. even if it’s not him you like at this point, as long as he can stay by your side, it’ll be fine. there’s a desperate edge to his actions that’s hard to spot, but once you have is impossible to unsee. as long as you continue liking him, he’ll throw away who he is—just. don’t throw him aside once you’re bored of him, okay? keep him around forever. please.
▸ jack is another that’s fairly harmless. it’s in his nature to be overprotective, and he doesn’t see much wrong with that, but he has no issue with your friends and he’s pretty reasonable at telling apart actual threats from things like jokes. he’s much like your guard dog… or maybe he’s more like guard puppy, with the way you doubt he’d ever actually hurt anyone despite his big stature. he’s embarrassed when you tell him this, but the wagging of his tail gives away just how much he likes knowing you’re okay with—even like—his constant presence. he’s not… completely against going behind your back when someone is actually about to hurt you to deal with he issue, though. just… just occasionally, when it’s really necessary. he won’t make a habit of it. he just… doesn’t want you to see him like that. he’d never want to scare you. that’s all.
a bit less harmless but not by (too) much
▸ riddle is good and well behaved and refuses to resort to something as drastic as violence or murder, or at least he’s trying very hard to convince himself so. he’s definitely somewhat tyrannical to everyone around you even after he mellows out after his overblot, and he has no hesitation in punishing those who hurt or displease you, especially his own dormmates. even once both of you graduate, this habit of his never quite vanishes. he gets a little frantic if you show disapproval of his actions though, especially if you seem scared of him. he’s desperate to prove that he’s good and loves you and would never hurt you, and if that means toning down his ardour, he’ll try his best. the stress of possibly losing you just makes him all the more overbearing to everyone around him. he’s trying his best for you though, so… don’t you love him as much as he loves you? won’t you turns your eyes back to him and only him?
▸ kalim would never kill someone! nor would he have someone be killed. but his family's wealth and influence extends far, and anyone seeking to hurt you (or him through you) would be a fool to think otherwise. he'd never kill someone, but making sure they end up rotting in prison for the rest of their life is just doing the right thing! he might be a little blinded by his panic, sure, but— they tried to hurt you! if he's really jealous (something that doesn't happen often—he only has eyes for you, after all, so he tends to not think too much about others), it's not hard to just have them transfer. or be fired. or something. he won't tell you outright, but if you ask he sees no point in hiding it from you. if you don't react well, he gets a little frantic and insists that he really really really wouldn't ever go farther than that…! probably.
▸ epel getting into yet another fistfight for you is something you’ve grown unfortunately used to. you’re frankly convinced he outright wants you to see at this point, maybe in some misconceived idea it’ll make you think he’s tough, with the way he runs up to you like a puppy expecting praise afterwards. he’ll be torn if you fuss over him afterwards—on one hand, he wants you to think he’s tough and your coddling doesn’t really give the impression that you understand that, but it feels really, really nice when your attention is focused on only him. but as unrestrained as epel is, he’s not particularly dangerous. if you seem really put off by his actions, he might even rein it in a little (vil is glad for your cooperation, even if that wasn’t your intention). he’s more preoccupied with earning your attention and approval than he is with stuff like keeping other suitors away from you.
▸ i just think it’d be really funny if despite everything about him, rook is one of the most harmless. he’s the type of yandere to have a shrine (it’s not in his closet because he has no shame) and have his room covered in notes about you but who’d never actually kill someone. he’s also… the type who enjoys and loves everything about you. to rook, the journey is more important than the destination, and that includes you. the you on your own, the you around your friends (not that they’ll stick around too much once they notice rook), and the you around him are all different and equally worth loving. he’s not exactly shy about his stalking either, but once you get used to his constant presence, it doesn’t really get worse. maybe a little more intense, but not worse. he’s fine with pretty much any way you want to treat him, too—whether you treat him like a beloved pet or a plaything or act like you don’t know or notice him, he’ll love you all the same. forever.
holds themselves back… but not because of ethics
▸ when trey thinks about the future he wants with you, he allows himself to imagine what it would be like to be so wholly engrossed in each other that everything else might as well not exist. unfortunately, the two of you live in real life and not in a fairy tale, so he’s settled for the idea of eventually settling down and growing old with you. it’s… not entirely ethics that holds him back. he’s aware that most of the urges he gets when he sees you around others or when he sees you get hurt in someway are immoral, and he reigns himself in. aside from some people in your life suddenly finding it odd how the ever dependable senior suddenly doesn’t seem to like them much and has been giving them the cold shoulder, most people are very unlikely to realise there’s anything off about trey… including you. just let him be your normal (if fairly fussy) boyfriend, okay? and if he occasionally slips a bit of a sleeping potion into your food and masks the taste with his unique magic so you end up staying the night just so he can spend a little more time with you… that can be his little secret.
▸ it's definitely not ethics that holds ruggie back, but it would be a serious problem if he gets caught killing someone. or even just gets particularly violent with someone else. he'd do it in a heartbeat, especially for you (especially if you asked him), don't get him wrong, but, well— if he goes to jail, he's fucking his family over. if he goes to jail, he won't be able to provide for you in the future—or have any sort of relationship with you. his resolve might waver if you were to actually ask, but even then he’s determined to stick to actions he can reasonably get away with. it's not uncommon for him to use laugh with me to embarrass any guys he thinks are getting too close to you though, and it's not too hard to be discreet with his unique magic when someone really deserves to fall face down a flight of stairs. or three. oopsie. odd they don't remember it, huh? well, he had nothing to do with that.
▸ jamil is a bit more restrained. murder is fine (it’s definitely not his first resort, but it’s there as an option if he really needs it—he did kind of try to kill five people, even if it was during his overblot), but using snake whisper is just so much more convenient… most of the time. due to his position as a servant of kalim, he has to carefully consider any actions he takes unless he wants there to be dire consequences for his family. unfortunately for him, this means he can’t just beat up anyone getting too close to you no matter how much he may feel like it. his unique magic does work well for him here though—and he’s not opposed to using more force if there’s a good reason (like impressing you and getting complimented by y—ehem. making sure your bullies won’t bother you again). the one person he’d rather not use his unique magic on is you. what he likes so much about you is that you’re choosing him of your own volition, and that’s worth more than any force could get him.
not the worst, but…
▸ azul tries really, really hard to keep everything he does behind your back, well. behind your back. he doesn't usually get his own hands dirty, but it would be a serious problem if you found out about the students he's been tricking into unfair contracts just because he got jealous. and it'd be one thing if it ended there, but more than that… if anyone hurts you, the tweels haven't amassed a certain reputation for nothing. if azul’s this fond of you, there’s a very high chance they’re familiar with you as well—and even if they weren’t, azul being jealous enough to send them after people that aren’t even remotely threatening your relationship is amusing enough for them to comply. he won’t go too far though, no matter how envious he may get. ruining someone’s reputation, having the twins beat them up or tricking them into unfair deals is one thing, but even someone like azul wouldn’t resort to cold-blooded murder.
▸ remember when vil, pretty lucid, tried to poison neige? yeah. with his unique magic and social standing, it would be really easy to get rid of anyone causing you issues. of course, with you being aware of his unique magic, he’d have to be careful to make sure you don’t realise, so it’s something he’d reserve for only actual emergencies. it’s also a lot easier to abuse his influence and fame to keep others away from you, whether it’s by threatening them himself or getting others to do his dirty work for him. when it comes to you and keeping your attention on him, he finds it much more rewarding to keep working on himself to meet your standards and doting on you even much than he already does. keep your eyes on him and only on him, won’t you? he’ll make it worth your while.
▸ idia, as a yandere, is incredibly desperate. he’s already perfectly content (well, not perfectly, but content enough) to just watch you through his screen and maybe chat with you online (with your anonymous pal who you definitely don’t know irl, of course), so if he gets lucky enough to be with you for real, there’s very little he won’t be willing to do to ensure it stays that way. in practice this means trying to appeal to you more than anything else; if you seem even the slightest bit unhappy with him, he’s desperately trying to fix it immediately. do you think he’s too offputting? he’ll cover his mouth and hair and— are you mad because he tried to convince you to ditch your friends and just stay with him again? he’s sorry! he doesn’t have an excuse, he’s just scared that you’ll realise you could do so much better and don’t like him that much after all. sometimes he thinks about how he definitely has the resources for more forceful and permanent measures, but then you smile at him, or tell him his smile is pretty, or run your fingers through his hair, or laugh at a comment he made and his mind goes blank and gives him a 404 error. there’s no way he could ever give that up just for some measly certainty… though the same can’t be said for those who he gets too jealous of or those who hurt you. not that you need to know that.
not needlessly violent
▸ sebek is… very enthusiastic about the things he dedicates himself to. this includes you. if you thought his devotion to malleus was excessive, it’s even worse when it comes to you. while he has no personal issues with fighting if it means protecting you (whether that protecting includes only actual threats is debatable), he takes pride in his position as malleus’ retainer. this means that no matter how he feels, he has to consider how his actions would make briar valley and his lord look. he also doesn’t really get jealous. instead (and this is almost worse), he has his own idea of how everyone else should treat you and he does get aggressive with others if he doesn’t think they’re treating you right. you deserve a heavy amount of respect and he finds it very aggravating when others don’t give you that (see: treat you like a regular person). he’s not subtle either—if anything, going behind your back on this would go against his values. he wants to be useful to you!!! he wants you to know how much he cares and how you’re superior and the one with all the power in this relationship!!! the good thing is he listens to everything to ask of him, no matter how ridiculous he finds you insisting you prefer being treated casually by your friends and peers.
▸ silver, while less outwardly enthusiastic, is no less devoted. he doesn’t really get jealous (there’s a dull ache in his chest when he sees you with others and thinks about the possibility of someone being more important to you than you are to him, but that’s not jealousy, right?), and he’s fairly realistic about what counts as a threat to you and what doesn’t. the problem is that as soon as something crosses that threshold, he’s drawing his wand (or baton. or sword. he’s trained and prepared with all three). it’s almost scarier than if he were enjoying it, because you have absolutely no clue how far he’s willing to go for your safety—or if he even has any limits when it comes to you. he has a rather twisted view on relationships, and that extends to you. you’ve been so kind and accommodating and caring, and he needs to repay you for that. he’s insistent on serving you, because his entire self worth (and by extension any care you’ve gracefully granted him) relies on being useful. also doesn’t really see himself as your proper equal, though he’s less aware of this compared to sebek, and also listens well to just about anything you ask of him. if it’s for you, he’d do anything.
▸ you have a very different definition of "not needlessly violent" than lilia, but it’s at least true he doesn’t go around picking fights. he's not bothered at all by baby chicks clinging too close to you. if anything, he might pop into the conversation and agree with them—you are great and wonderful and adorable and so much more! it makes the conversation kind of awkward, and whoever you were talking to might not seek you out as much afterwards, but beyond teasing you there's never any indication that he goes any further. of course, violence is something he’s been very accustomed to over his long life, so when someone actually hurts you he has no issue with getting the message across in a more… drastic way. as soon as he's done, he's right back to coddling you. they won't be repeating the same mistake again, so don't worry too much about it and stick close to him from now on, okay?
very needlessly violent
▸ violent probably isn’t the best way to describe leona, but he doesn’t hold back when it comes to you. what, you think he’s just going to sit back and let you go? you’re the best thing that’s happened to him, like hell he’s going to not put in the proper effort in keeping you. …even if you’re not sure if you entirely agree with the sentiment. he gets jealous very often, so it’s common to see him glowering and scaring off anyone he deems too close to you. there’s no need to go further when he knows they’ll leave you both alone afterwards, but the threat only works as well as it does because he has both the magical prowess and social influence to make good on his promises. he’ll insist he doesn’t see them as threats so much as pests hanging around and leeching off of you, but there’s some part of him deep down that’s scared you’ll decide you like someone else better after all. he’s not sure he could take even you leaving him. any actual danger to you is also dealt with quickly, and while he doesn’t want to threaten you into it, you won’t have an easy time abandoning him even if you try. you were the one who wormed your way into his life—you don’t get to leave now.
▸ yeah. lol. the tweels are very, very needlessly violent. perhaps not the most Dangerous in the grand scale, but almost definitely some of the most unpleasant. for their victims, at any rate—though they do occasionally (or not so occasionally) nearly give you a heart attack. they’d never seriously harm you though… probably. or actually kill anyone. right…? floyd tends to be the most immediately dangerous. he’s quick to turn to violence (and to get a little too into it) when you’re involved, even more than usual. someone’s bothering you? someone’s getting a bit too close to you in his opinion? you just want him to? you’re not paying enough attention to him and he knows this’ll get your focus back on him, where it should be? :) he’s not too hard to pacify, at least when it’s you offering to let him rest on your lap or offering to spend the whole day with him. jade is usually clocked as less dangerous than floyd, but. well. you know that line he says when he ruminates on how he’d react if betrayed? yeah. unlike floyd, who’s very open about his misdeeds, you’re not actually sure what jade does behind your back. you don’t want to know. the way some people in your life pale and flee at the sight of you, the way you don’t see some of them again at all, and the way jade smiles when this happens tells you all you need to know. what would happen if you betrayed him? fufu, you’d never do that so there’s no need to worry about it.
▸ didn't he attempt to blow up the school once… 💀 yeah, as cute as ortho is he's not exactly built with too many stop guards. the good news is he's easy to dissuade! the bad news is he's also very quick to escalate to really ridiculous levels. you're his older sibling, it's only natural he'd want to protect you! are you sure you don't need him to blow them up? chances are the threat alone worked well enough to deter anyone from messing with you again. you might want to have a conversation with idia about limiting some of ortho's abilities though because his enthusiasm… is a little very concerning… he does get a little jealous occasionally, but it's much easier to insert himself in the conversation and steal your attention that way. isn't your little brother cute? won't you focus some more on him? please?
▸ malleus is… malleus. violence isn’t his first resort, largely because it just… doesn’t need to be. he’s one of the five most powerful mages in the entire world. that title alone is enough to scare off anyone who’d mean to hurt you or is getting too close to you, so he rarely has to intervene in the first place. he also doesn’t mind you having other friends (though he does get lonely in your absence… make sure to make it up to him afterwards), so he really only steps in when you’re in danger. he’s not particularly worried about getting caught by you, because he’s so out of touch that it doesn’t occur to him that you may not appreciate him turning anyone who hurt you into ashes. if anything, he enjoys showing off how capable of keeping you safe he is. he’s defending you, who he cares about most in the world; why would that upset you? if you try to spin it as being worried about him getting into trouble for killing someone, he’ll be very pleased you’re worried about him instead. the only thing that would crack his calm attitude is any sort of reminder that he will long, long outlive you… but it’s best not to dwell on that. fret not, he won’t ever let you go.
Yknow, this is purely for myself, happy me hating my last name. This is a yandere thing btw and please note that I am an artist, not a writer :,) so sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes
I had this amazing idea. If you don't really like your last name and get sucked into the world of twisted wonderland, why not just get a new one? It's very easy when you have suitors vying for your attention at every corner of the school! 🤭
It all started in the cafeteria...
Of course they were overjoyed you thought their last names were cool, did this mean you indirectly wanted to marry them? Well the game is on, and they for sure will win.
Much to their displeasure though, rumors speads fast at NRC, with everyone else quickly getting to know about your lastname dilemma. They are not backing down, wanting to burn the world down just to achieve their happy ending with you.
Ace
Of course you would want to marry him! He is your first friend in this wretched school after all! (Deuce would like to differ on that statement but yeah)
Ace may not be the richest, smartest or most beautiful, but he is your best friend, (hopefully) your first choise and (will make sure to be) your first love! Guy is serious. He will also pull all sorts of dirty tricks against everyone else, you're his bestie to marry no one else's!
Deuce
Ah poor little Deuce. Guy choked on his food when he first heard you talk about how cool their last names sounded. You think his last name is cool? Does that mean that you like him too? You wanna date him, marry him? Be his forever?? He is feeding into his own delusions and your words are only making it worse.
As soon as he has finished lunch he will excuse himself and make a call to his mom and tell her the wonderful news on how you and him will definitely get married! (He just gotta get you a sweet, sweet ring that you deserve)
Cater
Cater being quick on the trends, he was even quicker on the rumors about you having no last name (and definelty needing one). He has such a cute last name, it would fit so well with you! <3
He is already dreaming up the perfect magicam wedding, to show off how the oh so wonderful you chose him, and no one else. He also dreams of the private moments after, how you'll hold him as he sobs his heart out, so happy you chose him. He hopes these silly daydreams will soon become reality, cos he can't wait much longer..
He also definelty overloads you with his clones, giving you so much love you don't need to turn to anyone else for that :)
Trey
When Trey heard the rumors he sighed, feeling bad for how overwhelmed you probably are with everyone else's proposals. Well, come to him whenever you feel like it's too much, he will always make sure to lktsen to your problems (he loves the domestic feel to just having late night chats with you in the heartlbuyl kitchen as he prepares another batch of sweets for the next unbirthday party).
He will make sure that his own proposal of marriage is short and sweet, and he is sure it will win you over, who wouldn't want his sweets all day every day? He will make sure to feed and love you for the rest of eternity if you chose him <3
Riddle
Riddle is messy, he wants you as his spouse and he kinda wants it NOW, since he feels like he deserves it. You're the perfect match to him, the king of hearts to his queen od hearts...
He will show off how good of a husband he would be to you, how he will take care of you with a stable job, how he will help you with all homework and make sure you get special treatment on unbirthday parties. If he sees anyone trying to propose why they should be yours and not him, well, you know his unique magic...
Jack
Wolves mate for life. Jack wants to mate for life. Who does he want as his mate? You. You have changed his life, and he does not want to lose you, please. He is territorial, liking how your name would sound with his last name, now he just gotta make it happen..
Ruggie
Ruggie feels desperate when he hears the rumors. Why would you chose him, when you have literal celebrities, prince's and high standing people vying for you? Then he remembers, he owes you. It's usually the other way around yes, bur he owes you somehow.
With this he cooks up the amazing plan of giving you his last name as a thanks for that one time. He also gotta introduce you to his family, he knows granny bucchi is gonna peer pressure you into accepting marriage with him...
Leona
Leona will not lose you. He has lost so much coming second to everyone he knows. He will NOT lose you to anyone here, he will fight dirty and kill for you if there's a chance he gets with you. He has the money to hire help to get rid of people too, and that same money can sway you into chosing him, since that deadbeat crow ain't giving you a liveable sum to live on.
He makes sure to capture you for naps whenever he can, making sure to leave his scent on you, enough so most people can smell how he has been on you.
Floyd
Eeh? Shrimps wants a good last name?? Well with his you could scare oh so many away, leading to an easy life for you! It also leads to a fun life with you and him, and there will never be a dull moment in his life with you by his side!
Just don't take his last name with his brother yeah? Get with him instead.
Jade
Oya? The prefect wants a last name? A husband too perhaps? Jade's smile widens as he plans out how to trap you into a wonderful marriage with him. Perhaps some of his new mushrooms in his terrariums will make you tired enough to get you to sign a marriage contract with him?
Just don't marry his brother instead of him, he don't really know how he would handle that..
Azul
Azul feels himself become of sp happy whenhe heard the rumors. Finally! You will have him corner you as soon as he can, sweet smile on his face as he offers you a golden contract of his. He crafted it meticulously, making sure everything in it would be perfect for the both of you.
He tries to butter you up so badly, please he just wants you to himself, is that too much to ask for?
Jamil
Jamil has to hold back to use snake whisper, but he has it in case you chose the wrong option (not him). He wants you, he does that to lose you to anyone, ESPECIALLY KALIM. He probably uses snake whisper against others, to sabotage, to do anything. He just can't lose you...
He definelty shows off his cooking and cleaning skills, showing how he can be the perfect househusband for you. Look how good you could have it with him...
Kalim
Kalim is manipulative about this. He mat not be aware of it, bur he sure is. He wants you as his (spouce) bestie, and he will get that. Guy has never gotten a no, and he will not get one now (he hope atleast).
Let him plan you a grandiose wedding! With food, clothes, venue, parades and so much more worth millions and millions of thaumarks. He will space no expense for you!
Epel
Why is epel so roughened up? Why he fought for your hand of course! Isn't it manly to show off that you can easily fend gör your love? He also loves loves LOVES the attention you give him as you fix him up.
He feels so proud of the fights he won, wearing the scars like proud medals, so please take care of them before they get infected- he will only let you do it-
Maybe he will get into more fights if he can get your heavenly touch as a reward..
Rook
Rook stalks you on the daily, so of course he got to work as soon as the words left your mouth. He will hunt you down, get your heart and love and live happily every after :)
He 100% gets violent as well, bur of course you won't see that side of him! He wouldn't want to scare you..
Vil
Vil is certain you will chose him. He is the fairest of them all (niege don't count he is ugly), that is what you deserve. He will take care of you, especially your appearance. You've sent how he is with epel, now get ready for double that...
He dolls you up, makes you the best version of yourself so he can show you off on his socials,to mush it into that dumb nieges face that THE vil had you and niege doesn't. He is the fairest of them all with you of course..
Of course, he is the only queen worthy enought for your love and affection, so please just marry him already, he wants a Photoshoot together with you...
Idia (plus Ortho being STRICTLY PLATONIC)
I'm sorry but have you read his ssr story? Guy doxxes over nothing lol. He will breach your security if you tell him no, he has lost so much already, can't he have you please? You're the only thing he wants...
He will 100% use Ortho against you, backing you into a corner together with the robot. Ortho wants to make his brother happy, and he would be the happiest together with you. Ortho would also be so so so happy if you were his bif sibling too!
Theyve lost so much, they just want a happy family, together with you.. (ORTHO ONLY WANTS YOU AS A SIBLING NO WEIRD SHI AGAINST ORTHO PLEASE)
Sebek
Sebek has to run to lilia for guidance. Why has this human out this wonderful spell on him, why does he feel so lightweight? Why is his face so red? Why does he want to reject you for the rest od your days, more than he wants to protect malleus?
He wants to marry you. To have a wonderful marriage between human hand half fae, almost liek his parents... he will protect you at all costs. Please do love his loudmouth ass back..
Silver
Silver has no last name as well, so in his mind you both are already matching. He is too sleepy to actually do anything other than fall asleep with you.
Lilia
Lilia would snicker at the rumors. Ah, how he feels young again, silly what love can do to someone... he would love to help his son's with this, but sadly he wants this just as much if not more...
Malleus
Malleus does not want to lose his friend. His first and only real friend. He has tried to court you for so long, and now that you've dropped a hint that you wanted him (by saying you wanted a cool last name) he starts the royal courting traditions.
He follows all the traditions, step by step, being very careful to be correct and sparing no expense. He makes sure you see the future home of yours (the castle), his humongous hoard and his greatest treasure, gao gao dragon..
.. holy hell this was so much longer than what I expected. Well, who would you go for? Do tell :,)
Also, would yall want more long form content like this or way more short form? My asks got deleted so don't really have any to draw smhhh </3 so do send shi in please <3
yandere ! kaveh x reader. themes of obsessive, dependent and unhealthy behaviors down below! you have been warned.
he's a pathetic mess of a man, his glory as an architect nothing but a mask he keeps on in front of the public. drowning his problems in alcohol is a momentary salvation - liquor cannot magically solve his problems in an instant.
you can't do that either. you've told him repeatedly that you aren't the savior he deems you to be, that your mere presence will never be enough to suddenly turn his life upside down for the better. and yet he insists. he crumbles to his knees at your door step, his trembling hands latching for you just to enjoy the warmth of your body even for just a mere second. he cries, he begs - please let him have you, please let him love you, please love him the ways he loves you. and even if you don't love him, at least stay with him. let him hold you, look at you, bask in the momentum and enjoy the comfort you offer him by just breathing next to him. life is less bitter by your side, he claims as large crystalline tears roll down his flushed face.
even as you close your door and rush to your bedroom, you swear you can still hear his drunken pleading outside your house, and it's enough to haunt you for the rest of the night.
the next morning, as you visit alhaitham, your eyes catch a glimpse of blond locks behind his shoulders, walking in a hurry as he comes to greet you - as though nothing happened last night.
"[name], you're here!" he chirps, and the image of his face lit up with joy when your eyes cross reminds you of a puppy when its owner comes home.
yet, even in the morning daylight, probably after his hungover, you can still see the same intense obsession within those red irises from last night.
its been a while since i wrote something on tumblr.... woah.... (i still can't use it) anyways pathetic obsessive men for the win woohoo!!
