yanderefer

died for a few years and forgot i had this account but im back yippee. random yandere oneshots/drabbles. requests are cool (ill accept if it interests me and i know the media)..or if its really funny to take seriously nothing explicit or suggesstive or any of the sort. platonic and romantic yanderes with varying intensity thumbs up take your pick idk

[yanderefer]

disappears for years. suddenly comes back. does not elaborate.

im trying to make an aesthetic ABOUT ME or whatever but i will fail so this is the best its gonna be for now. you can call me yan or fer idc. pronouns arent. he she they it i simply exist idc refer to me however

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DISCLAIMERS!!!

i can write both platonic, romantic, or queerplatonic/ambiguous yanderes!

i accept requests at the moment

while this is a yandere blog i will not write situations where said yandere physically abuses the person they love it is just not my style...i draw the line at cruelty or hatred in that way. i also will not do any nsfw or suggestive work whatsoever just not my thing.

i will default to ambiguous yandere if its not specified in request. i will also default to gender neutral reader if not specified in request. also u can ask for poly stuff or friend group stuff though i likely wont write too many chars in one thing (if its a request)

uhhh i do not support this stuff irl but that should be hopefully obvious this is not real at all please dont read if it triggers you even if my stuffs kinda on the more gentle side

i love crack treated seriously so dont feel embarassed about requesting niche or bizarre characters. also dont be embarassed to detail traits for the reader/characters/general scenario you are looking for because i will just do whatever i want without guidance or prompt

if chars are ooc or certain aspects don't make sense i am just here to have fun be silly and wind down while writing dont take anything i do too seriously. i like to take liberties and make up headcanons on the spot. everything is self indulgent idc

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FANDOMS/THINGS I WRITE FOR (off the top of my head...some stuff i haven't listed so dont be afraid to shoot your shot i guess)

My Hero Academia (Bnha) (I love making up new quirks that cause problems. gimme quirk prompt for reader i will go crazy it doesnt even have to make logical sense)

Undertale (maybe...some aus? unsure.....)

Deltarune

Other various Indie RPGS

FE3H (i'm a bit rusty character wise, haven't played in a while)

Pokemon (depends on the character. will not write actual pokemon in romantic situations (unless the...reader is a pokemon too ig?) but human chars are good)

Spiderverse (i don't know spanish. also will vary on how much of a grasp i have on a character. not as confident and will take liberties)

Original Scenarios (if you just have a original character prompt like making up a situation like uhhh idk. reader in an isekai world and yandere is someone there...? random classmates? coffee shop meetcute? vrmmo shit? any of that webtoon tropes? idfk whatever my or your heart desires)

And random other medias not coming to mind rn (i literlly wrote a oneshot for the onceler idk ill do anything if its funny and piques my interest)

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i will do my best. dont have expectations and u wont be dissapointed. i genuinely will just do what i want with promps i will either oneshot or drabble/those bullet point things i see on tumblr alot. have fun

[yanderefer]

Do you think yandere herobrine would stalk reader throughout the map like leaving little gifts and messages But it’s unintentionally scary as hell because reader thinks it’s a singleplayer world. like imagine reader comes back from an exploration and just sees a wooden sign in front of the entrance to their base and it just says “HELLO.”

ITS YOU AGAIN!!!! YOU!!!! welcome back its been years

im gonna say YES yes herobrine would do that i speak with all the authority of someone who grew up hearing herobrine stories and thinking the minecraft cave sounds meant herobrine was going to appear and jumpscare me

he may be a fucking urban legend/cryptid but he can also be LONELY and clearly cannot talk cus none of the creepypastas said he could talk iirc and also i said so. so naturally using signs is a neat way to communicate with reader. bro has an all caps typing quirk like "HELLO" he just wants to say hi :( set up a sign in return it will make him happy!!!! youll get some dead cows as a gift but if you tell him you want flowers with a sign he will deliver those instead trust me. like in all relationships good communication is necessary!

its really funny that the reader and herobrine would likely never interact physically, and reader would only see herobrine out of the corner of their eye and think they are crazyyy. could be the final step of relationship to finally meet but who knowssss...not like anything else will be able to get in ur vicinity so...all the patience in the world to finally get the courage to really meet!!!!

never have to worry about monsters or anything dangerous approaching! its singleplayer so its just you two against the world.

[yanderefer]

C-can you p-please do yandere onceler x reader oneshot but he is evil but still okay?? uwu

since you’re the first to ask whatever you say goes i guess. i’ve only ever seen the lorax movie and am not in that fandom so uh, hope his personality is alright. not a specific ask so i just did a scenario i thought of. i did my best. enjoy. there’s changing perspectives marked by the heart dividers. also i forgot he wears a hat so he is hatless.

Scenario: An Act of Kindness

Word Count: 3.5k

Despite being the town outcast, you were able to observe the daily events of the town square without being harassed. That was mostly because of the people who usually ended up in the square. Quite often would outside people come and try to pitch some crazy new idea; starry-eyed yet full of underlying greed. But, this guy was different.

He’d been coming around pretty often now; the thneed guy. In the beginning, you had just rolled your eyes seeing him setting up in the gazebo. You’d hear him sing about his ridiculous invention, only to be harshly booed by a larger and larger crowd. Now there was almost anticipation from the heckling people, waiting to chuck more tomatoes at the poor, strangely stubborn guy.

Seriously, why hadn’t he given up? He was chased away and made fun of every day and would leave to go to who knows where. Yet he always came back, continuing to sing that stupid song about thneeds. 

So that leads to now. You doing something out of character.

The sun was setting as people left the square, bored after a day without tomatoes to throw. This was the first time you had seen him so upset. Although very obviously naïve, the black-haired man was overwhelmingly passionate about his…craft, so you felt sympathy. Looks like his guitar got smashed, which you supposed is why he looked so downtrodden.

You didn’t like seeing the stubbornly positive guy look so hopeless.

“Hey.” With your hands in your pockets you strolled toward the bench he was slouching on. The broken guitar was next to him. “Could I sit next to you?”

He didn’t respond. You frowned. It looks like he couldn’t even hear you. With a loud sigh, you kicked at the bench. “Dude. I’m talking to you. Your guitar is in my spot.” Finally, he looked up, eyes shooting open and staring for a moment too long before stuttering out an apology. You sighed and sat down once he moved the broken instrument. It was amusing how he was fidgeting, obviously nervous, and maybe not prepared for anyone to actually talk to him. “What’s your name?”

“Huh?” He rubbed his arm, still staring at you.

“I’m not just going to call you the thneed guy. What’s your name.”

“Oh! It’s Onceler.” He reached out his gloved hand, and you raised your brow. You gave your name in return and shook his hand, ignoring the dirty glove. After the handshake, he continued to fidget. Onceler would look around then look back at you, almost disbelieving. Were you intimidating or was he just not used to people?

“So, Onceler,” You resisted a chuckle at his name, “What’s got you down?” You rested your elbow on your leg and rest your head on your palm, watching him.

“Oh. Uh. Well, you see…” Onceler fidgeted his fingers, eyes looking anywhere but you. He seemed to still be confused as to why you were talking to him, cheeks flushing red. He kept mumbling out random filler words before letting out a large sigh, deflating. “A little girl broke my guitar.” You nodded, pursing your lips. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. “And, well, you know, this guitar kind of…meant a lot to me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Now it’s broken and, well, I’ve got nothing to show for it.” Onceler held up the pink piece of clothing that was beside him, frown deepening, “I think that maybe now is the time I should give up. Throw in the towel.”

“What?” You were alarmed. You honestly felt really sad for Onceler. He was just a naïve guy chasing his passions, courageous enough to put himself out there. You couldn’t in good conscience just watch such a positive person become hopeless. “Why?”

“What do you mean why?” Onceler laughed, gaze sad, “I’m a failure. Everyone hates my thneeds. Everyone hates me. I shouldn’t have moved out here in the first place.” He covered his face with his hands, mumbling under his breath, “My parents were right.”

“Knock it off,” You smacked Onceler upside the head, and he let out a squeak of alarm. He grabbed the back of his head and gave you the most confused look you’d ever seen. “Don’t be all pessimistic. Doesn’t suit you.” You clicked your tongue when he still kept staring at you blankly, looking to have zero thoughts in his head.

You reached over and somewhat aggressively took his thneed, messing around with it in your hands before holding it out in front of you. You first put it on your head as a hat but felt it was stupid. Then you tried wearing it as a scarf...Success! Somehow this is the most comfortable thing you’ve ever worn.

Onceler sat there staring stupidly, and you turned to him with a grin. “Hey, it’s actually pretty good. You made this yourself, right?” Onceler nodded, eyes wide. “It’s creative, but I’m just going to use it as a scarf. How much is it?” You reached into your pocket, ignoring the spluttering mess beside you.

“Wait wait wait–you…you want to buy it!?” Onceler turned to you in absolute disbelief, making you roll your eyes.

“Isn’t that why you kept coming here? The price. Spit it out.” You snuggled a bit into the thneed, smiling. It gave you warm comfort, like the material was made of clouds, or the sun was being absorbed by it. You saw his face turn completely red, and you raised a brow. “What, did you not think of a price?”

“O–Oh! No, no not that. Um, it’s, well,” He told you how much it cost and you dutifully handed him the bills. It wasn’t that expensive, surprisingly. This was a very good deal, and you were forever comfy now.

“Nice.” You happily lifted the thneed and rubbed it on your cheek, not realizing you were smiling sweetly. You noticed the sun was almost behind the horizon and it was getting dark. Distracted, you missed the strangely reverent gaze the man beside you held. “Well, looks like I’m out of here.”

“Huh?” Onceler jolted, and you laughed. He was kind of an airhead.

“It’s getting late. You should probably head back too.” You stood up and patted your pants, readjusting the thneed around your neck.

“Will you…” Onceler suddenly spoke up, and you turned to face him. He stuttered a bit more then went silent, blushing brightly in shame. You rolled your eyes, putting a hand on his head. You ruffled his black hair, before pulling back with a grin.

“Don’t act so unconfident. I think you have a real future with this thneed thing. I believe in you.” You hoped that gave him some confidence. “So, you better come back tomorrow. I’d be bored if you didn’t.” You gave a crooked grin, tilting your head. Onceler frantically nodded, jumping to his feet and leaning forward before abruptly backing away. He gave a very shaky “goodnight” as he turned tail and ran, lanky body unsteady.

He tripped and fell on his face.

You covered your mouth.

He got back up and shouted an, “I’m okay!” before running off.

Once he was out of sight, you burst out laughing. You laughed more than you had in years.

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 Onceler ran all the back to the forest, barely paying attention to the goldfish throwing cards at each other. The bears were mostly retreating since it was night, and he couldn’t see the Lorax anywhere. With a relieved sigh he ran to his–for once animal free–home.

He entered and slammed the door behind himself, before sliding to the floor with his gloved hands over his face. Onceler could still feel the heat from his face despite his thick gloves.

Was that a dream? No, that really happened. Onceler didn’t even imagine it! That really just happened!

You really talked to him!

Since he’d been going to the town he’d been getting harassed left and right. The number of tomatoes and insults was uncountable (today somebody had actually destroyed his guitar!) but he always noticed somebody who actually listened when he presented.

It was you! Onceler smiled, still covering his face. He was so flustered. You always stood to the side and never threw anything or yelled at him. You came by every day for varying amounts of time, but today you actually approached him! 

You were one of the reasons Onceler kept going to town because he knew if he went he could see you at least for a moment. He admired you so much. He was always so afraid to go up to you since you were so…unreachable. You were so perfect and confident and nice and flawless. And your name was just as wonderful as you were.

Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that you would really come and talk to him; comfort him. You pat him on the head and said such nice things. You said you believed in him.

Onceler suddenly jumped to his feet in excitement, dancing around the room with uncontained giddiness. It was his first-ever sale and that was amazing in itself but it was so much more because you bought it. His first ever thneed that he made was sold to you. He didn’t know what to do. He was filled with so many emotions that he thought he was going to explode. This was just the first step. Onceler already thought you were great before, and this just proved his theory. Now he needed to wait for you to feel the same thing for him–and he would start by cultivating a great friendship!

You looked so happy wearing the thneed that Onceler painstakingly made. It made everything worth it. You told him to come back tomorrow so that’s what he would do! He already had another thneed done to present with.

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Onceler had been playing for a while, using the spare ukulele he found in his car trunk. He ignored the booing and noticed they were out of tomatoes still–like yesterday. He was relieved since now you would see him without all that gross red gunk.

After playing for a long time, looking everywhere, he grew antsy.

Where were you?

Since he’d been coming here you’d at least walk by even if just for a minute. Onceler continued to play but slowly became more disheartened. Did you…not mean what you said? Did you realize that he actually was a failure?

With all those harrowing thoughts he slowly stopped playing and walked off the stage. The smaller crowd was almost disappointed to have their daily harassment cut short, but decided to gossip loudly instead. Onceler sat on the bench from the night before, holding a thneed to his chest for comfort.  

“That’s pretty intense.”

“Gosh, I know, right? It’s not like they ever bothered to fit in with us, so I guess it’s almost comeuppance? Really harsh, though.”

Onceler perked up, hearing your name come up in their conversation. Worry washed away the disappointment from before. Did something happen to you?

“They probably won’t be leaving the house for a while, I reckon. I know I wouldn’t. Muggings never happen in this town.”

Onceler gripped the ukulele’s neck, and it creaked.

“What was even stolen? They don’t ever carry a bag or wallet. Not much money can fit in pockets.”

“That’s the funny thing–apparently the muggers tried to take their…what was it…it’s that thing that annoying guy's always selling.”

“The thneed thing?”

“Mhm. That. Anyways, they fought back against the muggers and ended up getting really roughed up. I mean, I heard those muggers also got pretty beat up too, but nobody knows where they are. It’s kind of funny that the muggers even took the thneed thing, especially when that person fought so hard to keep it. They went to a hospital, all for a piece of cloth.”

The ukulele creaked, then snapped. Onceler abruptly stood up, surprising the three older women behind him. “They were…hospitalized?” Onceler’s voice was even, no indication of being upset.

One woman gave him a weird look, before shrugging. “Mhm. But I heard they ran off right back home without being fully treated. They don’t like being around people. It’s why they never are around town.” The woman spoke with slight contempt, before scuttling off with her two friends.

Onceler kept holding the broken ukulele by the neck, mind spinning with the new overload of information. You got mugged. You didn’t comply because you didn’t want them to take your thneed. You got hurt. You got hurt.

And nobody cared. No, from what he could tell, those women were somehow happy about it. Onceler realized you never interacted with anyone when you stood close to the square. Everyone treated you like you were invisible.

An outcast.

Onceler ran through town, going up to random people and asking if they knew where you lived. Most gave him disdainful looks and ignored him, and some just yelled. Finally, a kid actually answered him by pointing in a direction.

“They live in that old house at the edge of town. I heard it’s haunted. You shouldn’t go, my mommy said the person living there is weird.” Onceler grit his teeth, forcing himself not to lash out. After running some more, he finally reached your house.

...A really run-down house.

It was worn down, the wooden walls old and unsafe looking, the grass around the house matted and uncared for. Onceler went to knock on the door before stopping himself. He went to the side and looked through the window instead, seeing you on the couch watching something on TV. You were wrapped in bandages in a bunch of places, with a large medicinal patch on your cheek and a swollen eye.

Onceler was relieved to know you were okay, before becoming enraged at how hurt you were. He saw a variety of medications on the table along with an opened first aid kit. You looked strangely serene in your situation, not upset in the slightest. Like you were used to it.

Onceler backed away from the window and furrowed his brows. He wanted to go in and confront you, ask why you did something so dangerous just to protect his useless work. But then he thought about it.

…This means you like him too, right? Why else would you fight to keep something he made?

Onceler rubbed the back of his head, happy but not fully. You really liked the thneed he made, so he didn’t want to give you a replacement. That one was important. It was the most meaningful since it was his first one. You were hurt and he needed a way to comfort you without being too overbearing. Plus, there was this leftover…anger?...in his chest that he needed to get rid of. Those muggers needed to suffer the consequences. Onceler thought about it a bit, then his eyes light up.

He knew what to do.

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 You were eating dinner when you heard a knock on the door.

That was new.

You dragged yourself to your feet. Only curiosity drove you to open the door, not really thinking if it could be dangerous. Nobody ever visited you. You opened the door, out of breath from walking.

“…Onceler?” You blinked a few times, wondering if you were seeing things.

“Ah–Yup! It’s me!” He smiled brightly, hands behind his back and rocking on his feet. You rose a brow.

“What are you doing here?”

“I heard rumors about what happened and got worried, so, well, I, uh, just asked around and, um, I also wanted to help so I decided to–”

“Just come in.” You left the door open and walked back to the couch, plopping down and breathing shakily. You closed your eyes briefly to steady yourself, still weak from the encounter last night. You opened one eye and stared at Onceler, seeing him standing in the middle of the room, staring. “What are you holding?”

Onceler jolted, before revealing the thneed behind his back.

“You got me another one? Thanks.” You appreciated that at least. Hopefully, it was free. You really liked those things and the muggers took your cash.

“O–Oh, no, I didn’t do that,” You frowned at him, “I thought that, um, wasn’t fair really.” You were confused. He saw your face and flushed red, “I got it back! For you. The first one. That those muggers took.” Onceler smiled proudly, walking over and presenting the thneed to you.

“Huh?” You hesitantly reached out a took it, “I–what? How?”

“I! Well, I just kind of,” Onceler twiddled his thumbs, looking away while still blushing, “I just got it back. I…found them. And took it back.” You studied him a bit, watching his jittery behavior. But then you looked at his face and saw two bright, innocent eyes. “Are you happy? Do you like it?” Onceler leaned forward, smiling hopefully.

“Yeah.” You nodded slowly, looking at the thneed closely. You move it around and hold it out in front of you. “Huh. It really is mine.” It had the marking you put on it after you bought it. A little initial in the corner of it. You shrug it around your neck, patting it back into place like it was yesterday.

“O–Of course! I thought you, well, I wanted you to keep my first one.” Onceler blushed and waved his hands. “Not in a weird way or anything! It’s my first sale so…it’s important you keep it.” You nod along, figuring it made sense.

“Thanks. I’m glad you got it back for me. Don’t know how you got it, but it makes me feel a lot better, so I don’t care.” You held it close and smiled, rubbing the soft material on your cheek again. “You can sit down next to me.” You gestured to the spot. Onceler brightened up and smiled before almost tripping as he rushed over. He sat down.

“I’m so glad you feel better.” Onceler rubbed his arm, head turned away shyly. “It really sucks that those horrible people did that.” You listened to him while looking at your thneed, nose twitching.

“Huh.” You tilted your head, “I think that’s a bloodstain.” Onceler tensed next to you, but you didn’t bother looking up. “I should probably wash it since it got dirty in the fight. It’s surprisingly sturdy.” Onceler let out a sigh and relaxed.

“Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense. You should do that.” Onceler sounded strangely relieved. About what? You’ve got no clue.

“I’ll do it later. Want to watch a movie with me?” You rested your legs on the table, grabbing the remote. Onceler flushed with a bright smile.

“Of course!”

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 While you watched the movie, Onceler looked at the stained thneed around your neck, tempted to wash it right now. It was dirtied by the blood of those–Onceler shook his head. Thankfully you already came to your own conclusion as to how he got the thneed back.

“You’re not wearing your gloves today.”

“Huh?” Onceler blinked, snapping back to reality. He nervously looked down at his hands, “O-Oh. Well, I usually keep them on since I work with trees a lot…”

“Like chopping them down?”

“Once. I just harvest tufts now. I figure somebody would be mad if I cut down more trees, especially since I’m living in that forest for free.”

“That’s kind of you. But, since you aren’t wearing your gloves, why’d you bring an axe? I saw it on the ground by my door.”

“My axe?” Onceler twitched, looking away. He quickly recouped and smiled shakily. “I thought maybe I could help with your house a bit. Chop down some of the trees on the other side of the town away from where I live and repair the walls. That’s why I brought it.”

“Really? That’s sweet, I guess. You don’t have too. Plus, that axe was the rustiest axe I’ve ever seen so it could never cut down a tree anyways. Once I’m better we can work on the house together–only if you want to, though. I could buy us new axes too.” You smiled, making Onceler turn bright red again.

“That sounds super fun!” Onceler sat up straight and clasped his hands together in excitement. “Maybe I can sell more thneeds so we can keep buying materials.” Onceler’s foot kept tapping, body jittering with giddiness. You laughed into your palm, shaking your head slightly before nudging his shoulder.

“Sure. I’ll hold you to it.”

You went back to the movie, leaning back into the couch. Onceler followed suit but mostly watched you instead of the movie. He was amused at your questions from earlier, realizing you were a lot more unaware than you seemed.

Onceler hadn’t meant to bring his axe with him–he just got so excited to see you after he finally got your thneed back that he just threw it to the side and hoped for the best. At least he was smart enough to take his gloves off too. You bought what he told you, which meant you trusted him a lot. In regard to it being rusted, it was probably too dark for you to see how obviously red it was–the same for his discarded gloves.

It didn’t matter. You were happy you got your thneed back, and he was happy he got more opportunities to be around you. Now you didn’t have to worry about those muggers either, because you wouldn’t see them ever again.

Onceler covered his grin with his hand.

Nobody would.

[yanderefer]

Yandere Dimitri - Sacrifice

um. here is a scenario. this scenario replaces byleth with reader–same timeline as last scenario. SPOILERS FOR BL CHAPTER 17: reader replaces rodrigue in chapter: two endings, one where you survive, and one where you die. the death ending is reeeaaallly dark, so please be prepared if you decide to read it. (divine pulses already all used up in the battle leading up to this scenario)

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“Have I caught you off guard, Your Highness? Aww, does it hurt? I bet it hurts reaaaal bad, doesn’t it? But it’s nothing compared to what my brother felt! You will never be forgiven, you know. I will never forgive you!”

“You…You must be…” Dimitri couldn’t bring himself to stand, exhausted beyond belief. After watching the one he hated most–Edelgard–get away he had no energy to fight back. He let the girl behind him yell, brain unable to process what could be his final moments.

“You filthy monster! It’s time to DIIIIE!” Dimitri’s eye slowly began to drift closed, bracing himself for the oncoming darkness.

“Dimitri!”

SLASH

“Agahhhh!” The sound of someone running echoed, but Dimitri couldn’t focus. He slowly turned, seeing you standing proudly in front of him. Dimitri’s eye widened, barely able to comprehend that you had saved him–

“Professor!” Dimitri cried out. The you that was standing strong suddenly crumpled to the floor, a dagger struck right into your chest. The overcoat you wore flowed around you as you fell; Dimitri hurriedly caught you in his arms.

“Dimitri…Are you okay? Did she…did she hurt you badly?” Your bright, glistening eyes drifted over his body before a relieved smile graced your lips. “A–Ah…good…” You coughed harshly, body quaking in response. Dimitri couldn’t understand what was happening. There was no way this was real.

“Professor I–Why did you do that? She was aiming for me. This was…this punishment was for me to bear.” Dimitri’s voice wobbled, tears welling in his eye. He shifted so you were more comfortably against himself, gently caressing your hair while trying to stay grounded. This couldn’t be real. This was only a dream. “I just need to wake up, r–right? This is…this is just a nightmare.” You’d never been hurt so badly in battle. It was almost like you had a sixth sense. So why did this happen?

A hand rested on his cheek, “It’s alright, please…don’t look so sad. I…this is what I wanted to do.”  You kept smiling so brightly despite the blood now trailing down your chin. Dimitri’s hands shook the more you spoke. He feels the warmth from your hand. He feels the pain in his chest. He sees your unfocused gaze.

“No…no…no…no…no no no no nonononononononno–” Dimitri’s eye stung badly, mouth pulling into a deranged grin. “You can’t. This isn’t happening. You can’t d–die! No. You can’t leave me behind. Not you too.” Your eyes were closing. Dimitri’s heart paced rapidly. He quickly stood, pulling you to himself gently. He was easily able to carry you with one arm, cloak hiding you from the outside world.

After grabbing Areadbhar(lance), his boots thumped loudly while he quickly ran toward the silhouettes he saw, eye blurring too much to see clearly. His head was completely empty. All Dimitri could understand was the mantras in his head; You’re his. You can’t die. The goddess gave you to him. She couldn’t just take you away again.

“Your Highness?” A voice echoed in his brain, and he quickly tried to connect the voice to a familiar person. Yet, Dimitri’s mind was crumbling, insanity knocking at the edges of his skull. “Is that…Teach?”

Dimitri recognized the voice. He just couldn’t remember a name. Did it matter? “Save them. Right. NOW!” A roar burst forth from his chest. His mind spun as he gripped tightly to the lifeline in his hold. He heard more voices but couldn’t distinguish friend from foe. With one hand holding to his precious gift, his other swung his lance wildly, a shining red flashing off of the crest stone in it.

More voices called out to him. His brain tried to focus on the right one. A healer. Priest. Bishop. One who can–Dimitri gripped his lance tightly, eye whipping past everyone until he could spot the one he needed. He slashed at everyone else that got close, backing away and holding you more tightly. They weren’t allowed to touch you.

He heard a familiar, soft-spoken tone and knew who it was. He couldn’t understand any words but still stumbled forward with a desperate smile. “You can heal them, right? You can, right!?” Dimitri slowly revealed you from under his cloak, lance still tightly gripped in his other hand in case of surprise attacks.

He waited for the familiar light that came from healing magic but saw nothing. Rage burst forth from within his chest, but he restrained himself from killing her immediately. “I’ll tear your head from your shoulders if you don’t save them. I’ll crush your head with my bare hands.” Dimitri continued to ramble off disturbing threats, smile growing wider and more deranged until the familiar light of magic shone.

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SURVIVAL END:

This was it. Dimitri trembled. Any wounds could be healed. This bishop was talented with faith. She was the best. As long as someone wasn’t dead they could be brought back. Dimitri wouldn’t take a second chance for granted. Was this a punishment of some sort? Did he not cherish his gift enough? Should he have kept you off the battlefield?...Yes. Yes, if you survived he wouldn’t let you fight anymore.

Dimitri tensely watched, before a tidal wave of relief crashed over him when you sharply in-took air, the dagger safely removed from your chest. It hadn’t hit your heart. It hadn’t killed you. You were saved. Dimitri’s brain finally began to settle, grounding again from the fogginess and ringing.

“–and will need plenty of rest…oh dear. He’s not listening, is he?” Dimitri vaguely saw Mercedes put a hand to her cheek, sighing softly. Dimitri pulled you back towards himself, hiding you again in his cloak within his arms. With a tear-filled eye, he bowed.

“Mercedes, I thank you. I…I apologize for my words from before. I wasn’t in my right mind.” Dimitri said. He realized now that amongst his own allies, Claude was standing to the side with a worried expression. “Claude? I thought you left.” Dimitri stood back up. He looked around and noticed his allies–friends–were all looking at him with varying degrees of concern and…fear?

“Your Kingliness, I was already–” Claude then closed his mouth, eyes narrowing slightly before he sighed. “Never mind. I’m glad to see Teach is alright.” In the end, Claude just gave a weak wink, rubbing the back of his head. Dimitri didn’t know what he was going to say originally but shrugged it off.

“Of course. I would never let–” His voice caught in his throat. Rage suddenly pulsed through him, as he only realized now he hadn’t seen the devil who hurt you. “Where’s that girl? The one with two braids?”

“Captured her.” Felix’s harsh voice drew him out of his seething. “Thought she might be a spy from the imperial army. Saw her running with a deranged look–sort of like yours, actually.” Felix obviously ignored everyone else’s warning looks. Dimitri, distracted, didn’t pick up on any wariness or hostility.

“Good. I want to rip her to pieces with my own hands after what she did.” Dimitri twitched slightly, before shaking his head. “I apologize. I’m quite shaken after what happened. This will just serve as a reminder to stay vigilant.” Dimitri nodded to himself. “Yes. A reminder.” He turned to you, still hidden in his cloak. His blue eye flashed with an untraceable emotion, mouth twitching down into a frown.

“Um. How about we head back to the monastery–so, um, the professor can rest a bit?” Annette spoke up shakily with one hand covering Felix’s mouth, raising her other hand as she did so. Everyone else silently agreed, all wanting to forget the previous scene. Besides the horror of seeing their professor almost fall, what was more dreadful was Dimitri’s reaction.

“Well, I would love to stay in chat, but my allies are waiting for me. I’ll send an envoy to give any heads up if the Imperial army moves again or for any plans of further attacks. The Alliance is with the Kingdom in this war.” Claude nodded, glancing over everyone before walking away towards his own people. Loud shouts of ‘What was that?’ and ‘Hilda, now is not the time’ echoed.

…

While the whole group walked, chatting amicably amongst themselves, Dimitri lead the group silently. With the professor safely tucked into his side, he could now fully process the events that had happened.

A reminder. It was a reminder. Dimitri realized he hadn’t cherished you enough. He shouldn’t have let you battle with them. You shone as a strategist. That means you didn’t have to fight–you just always chose to because of your kindness.

But he already made that mistake once. He promised that if he got this second chance he wouldn’t waste what the goddess gave him. You were everything to him. His light, his hope, his dreams, his love. Everything was done for you. He was taking back the Kingdom for you. Taking down Edelgard for you.

Dimitri would kill anyone you asked. He would become a king just to see you as his queen. It would be perfect. He could keep you safe, by his side, forever. You obviously loved him, right? Why else would you risk your life to save him? As much as he hated what could have happened, he was also elated at realizing you must share his feelings.

Yes, he would work ten times harder now. He would kill Cornelia and all those against him. He’s even working with the Alliance for the future Fódlan you want to see. The hand holding Areadbhar tightened, mouth twitching.

No matter how much you pleaded, he would never let you be in danger again. Should he just keep you by his side? But he must fight. Dimitri wasn’t sure if he felt comfortable leaving you at the monastery alone. Who would protect you? He could ask the gatekeeper. The gatekeeper was their hidden ace; somebody powerful enough to hold down the fort when they left for battle.

Yet, Dimitri wasn’t sure. He didn’t want you out of his sight. He wanted to tie you to him so you could never leave his side and get hurt again. If he truly lost you–he couldn’t even fathom the thought. He would kill everyone in Fódlan before killing himself.

…There was no point in thinking that way. Dimitri smiled when he felt you shift, leaning closer into his chest. The smile grew manic, bright blue eye glazing over at the elation he felt. His. You were his. The goddess gave him another chance. He wouldn’t let you leave his side; by death or by other means.

Nobody could take you from him.     

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DEATH END: 

This was it. Dimitri trembled. Any wounds could be healed. This bishop was talented with faith. She was the best. As long as someone wasn’t dead they could be brought back. Dimitri wouldn’t take a second chance for granted. Was this a punishment of some sort? Did he not cherish his gift enough? Should he have kept you off the battlefield?...Yes. Yes, if you survived he wouldn’t let you fight anymore.

Dimitri tensely watched, but for some reason, nothing was happening. The green light of healing started to fade, and Dimitri grit his teeth in anger. “DON’T STOP! They–They’re fine! Just heal them! They’ll survive! Professor would never die like that!” Dimitri fully believed his own words, yet the rising sensation of something being horribly wrong lingered.

The light continued. The dagger was removed from your chest, revealing that it had managed to hit directly into your heart. The healing light started to fade again. Dimitri gripped the hand that was hovering above you, eye wild. “Professor has never had a heartbeat. It doesn’t matter if their heart was pierced, right? So just keep healing them. It’ll be fine.” Dimitri kept a tight grip on the hand of the familiar bishop.

Minutes passed.

Dimitri could vaguely hear somebody speaking, yet couldn’t care to listen. But what if it was something about you? It took all his willpower to finally tune into the world, and he immediately regretted it. “–faith cannot bring back the dead!”

“…Mercedes…you…you shouldn’t joke like that.” Dimitri’s mind was spinning. His pupil constricted, hands gripping onto you almost hard enough to break bone. “You’ve healed much worse, right?”

“Dimitri, I…” The blonde woman hesitated, eyes shimmering with an unrecognizable emotion. “The professor was dead before you brought her to me. There was nothing I could do. I’m so sorry–”

“Shut up!”

No. No. No. No. This can’t be it. This can’t be happening.

“You’re wrong. You have to be. They were fine this morning. They were talking to me before the battle. We agreed to have a celebratory dinner with everyone at the monastery. They wouldn’t say those things if they weren’t going to happen. Professor has never broken a promise. They never go back on their word.” Each word carried more and more hysteria, his blue eye bloodshot as a wide smile decorated his face. “They’re alive.”

More footsteps echoed around him, and he quickly glanced over all the familiar faces. It was blurry, but he could make out shapes. It was dark. The voices around him weren’t reaching him. All he heard was nonsense from all the different people around him.

“Your Highness, I’m so sorry.”

He could tube out every other voice. But that voice wasn’t one he could ignore.

“Dedue…? What are you saying?” Dimitri kept his desperate smile, voice cracking. Dedue stared at him, a hesitant and grieving look in his gaze. Dimitri twitched, heart racing faster and faster. “Why are you looking at me like that?” His voice wobbled, the smile struggling to stay up.

"Your Hi–Dimitri. Dimitri, please listen to me.” Dedue lowered himself onto his knee, staring up at the shaking Dimitri. “I need you to relax.” Dedue was almost begging, but all Dimitri could see was betrayal.

“You can’t be serious…? You actually believe the professor would–would just–?” Dimitri bit out a laugh, “they have the blessing of the goddess. It’s impossible that this would be it. This isn’t the end. They’re still–!”

“The professor is not breathing.”

A sharp intake of breath.

“…hah…hah…” Dimitri wobbled, using Areadbhar to keep himself standing. He looked down at you who was tucked into his side, and finally saw the state you were in. “Professor?” Dimitri stilled. “…beloved?” He called out to you softly, hoping his pleading tone would reach you. But you didn’t move.

Dimitri collapsed forward, dropping his lance and fully embracing you. His eye trained onto you, lowering himself to feel your breath. But you weren’t breathing. There was no scent of life on you at all.

“Haha…ha…” Dimitri closed his eye, tears sliding off of his face and onto yours. It was beginning to rain. Everyone else around him was ignored as he held you close, before gently lowering his lips to yours. His eye quivered while closed, and after separating he cast one last hopeful glance at you.

There was nothing.

You wouldn’t awaken this time.

“Hahaha…aha…AHAHAHAHAHA–!” Dimitri broke. His hands gripped onto you tightly, brain completely lost to grief. His laughter turned to roaring grief, sobs wracking his body as he screamed out your name. He laid on the ground, resting his head on your chest while he cried out in agony.

During his hurricane of suffering, he locked onto the voice of the bishop calling out to him. Her name was no longer in his mind. With anger bursting forth, Dimitri grabbed Areadbhar and charged forward. An overwhelming hatred ignited his crest and with a burst of inhuman speed and strength he cut down the healer that let you die.

Nobody was prepared for the sudden movement. Screams and shouts resonate, but Dimitri couldn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. Everything he was doing was for you. If you weren’t there, then nobody else should be either. How could the world keep spinning without you on it?

He felt something stab into his shoulder and met the heated gaze of somebody he no longer cared for. “You boar! Mercedes did nothing wrong! Monster!” Another stab, but he didn’t care. He laughed at the measly pain, feeling his lance creak in his grip.

When that sound echoed, there were gasps of shock.

He had bent the hero’s relic.

But Dimitri didn’t care. With a wild smile, he realized that this wasn’t his fault. No, how could he ever let anything happen to you, his one and only beloved? His angel, his gift? It was everyone else’s fault. It had to be. He would never let you die.

His body jerked forward, rage constantly fueling his crest of Bladdyd. Areadbhar responded to his increasing strength, the lance glowing a horrific red.

They all let you die. They should die too.

It was autopilot. A crazed grin masked his grief as he cut down his allies, blood splattering on his cloak and armor. His blue eye gleamed with mania as he continued to fight everyone around him, not realizing that another army was rapidly approaching.

“DIMITRI! What would Teach think if they saw this!?”

Dimitri staggered slightly.

“Listen to me! Teach saved you, right? They took the hit for you, expecting you to live out their hopes and help shape Fódlan into a better place. They made that choice. Don’t spit on that sacrifice!”

Dimitri blearily glanced to the side, seeing yellow coming closer to him. The lance in his grip jittered, the red light becoming more piercing. “You’re wrong.” Dimitri’s voice broke. “They promised to be–” Dimitri stopped.

You never promised. He begged you so many times, but you never promised you wouldn’t disappear. “They…they…” Dimitri didn’t notice that the bodies around him were once friends. The only ‘Blue Lion’ left standing besides him was Dedue.

“Look, I may have been as close to Teach as you were, but I know for sure they would hate seeing you like this.”

“…Claude?” Dimitri finally recognized the voice. “Right…you guys were here…fighting…” A small chuckle escaped his chest. “So it’s also your fault too, right? The empire. The alliance. The kingdom. They all let my beloved die.” Dimitri slowly lifted his lance, eye trained on the opposite side.

“Dimitri, think about this clearly. I don’t want to kill you. You are still needed to help rebuild Fódlan. You are a king, Dimitri. Don’t let revenge consume you again.”

“Revenge?” Dimitri laughed. “No, this isn’t something so petty. You just don’t get it, Claude. Without them, everything is pointless. Everything was for them. The goddess gave them to me as a gift, and I failed to cherish what the goddess gave me.” Dimitri watched the disbelieving and wary gaze of his former classmate, and grinned sharply.

“Isn’t it only right I repay the goddess for her grace? I’ll destroy everything that took them away from me. I’ll kill everyone and stack their severed heads into a temple, and then I’ll plead with the goddess to forgive me with that tribute.” The smile on his face grew more deranged. “That grand gesture will surely make the goddess want to forgive me and give me my beloved back, right? I'll rid the world of all evil. And the only one who wasn’t evil in this world was my beloved.”

“Dimitri, I’m sorry, but I can’t let you become this…this monster.” Dimitri watched Claude ready his bow, Failnaught, and chuckled. With his new purpose driving him, Dimitri launched forward with Areadbhar.

Though it was him against an army, his body tanked arrows and stabs. His mindless rage left him feeling no pain, and his crest kept pumping more power through him as he wielded his relic with abandon.

…

Dedue watched from the side, heart aching from seeing his highness, Dimitri, become a different person before his eyes. He looked down, unable to watch. He suddenly remembered that you were still laying in the mud and quickly went over and picked you up, cradling your cold body gently. “His highness will want you with him.”

With a body blessed by the goddess, he doubted you would decay. No matter how unsettled he was, he long ago had given his life to his highness. Dedue would follow Dimitri no matter how deranged he became. Right now, though he couldn’t bear to fight, he made sure to keep your body safe.

Maybe then his highness would spare him from that all-consuming rage.