It's my pleasure to meet you all, please call me Veil or V
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As said I am Veil or V if you prefer. I made this blog entirely for fun and because I was in the mood to write some yanderes, I will write whenever I feel like it and I would love to hear your thoughts about my ideas but don't expect regular or even frequent post
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helloo!! dont want to disturb you or anything but i cant describe how much i love ur new story (lucien my beloved!!!) and i absolutely love the twist, really suprising !!!
i was wondering how does lucien feels when reader kisses his scars?
tysm and have a great day !!! <333
Oh don't worry you're not bothering me, and thank you so much for the kind words! I'm happy you like him so much
Anyways, to him this might as well be some religious moment or something no matter if they had done it before
Like he would go visibly still for a second the moment he feels his boss' lips on his scars, completely freezing in the middle of whatever he was doing as his face does something complicated for a spilt second before almost instinctively settling back into his usual smile
It last about ten seconds before he fails to stop himself from tearing up slightly, even if they had done it before a few a times already (and you bet he cried the first time). He probably won't move for a while longer, as if a part of him still can't quite believe this is real and desperately doesn't want it to end
This would feel like salvation all over again, his boss not only touching his ugly scars like it's completely natural but also being so... Loving about it, kissing the ruined face that had made everyone else instinctively recoil, you have no idea how happy and relieved that would make him
He would literally glow for the entire rest of the day, his smile so bright and so genuine that his co-workers would have to do a double take to make sure it's actually him, though the executive better be prepared to have him clinging to them harder for while, both physically and metaphorically
Hi, V! I loved your latest fic on Lucian, he's SUCH an interesting character...... gfyhdgfd
Anyway! Considering how dependent he is on his boss, how would Lucian fare if something caused them to not be present in his life for a while?
Also, which type of person around them would make him the most nervous?
Thank you! I'm glad you like him, and as for the first question, absolutely horribly, he already becomes terrified if his boss takes a single week off for whatever reason, so I'm pretty sure you can take a guess at how rapidly he would deteriorate without his boss
Though the severity of his... Decline would largely depend on whether or not he still has regular contact with his boss, like if his boss still frequently texts him with reminders to take care of himself and such things like they usually do then and he call them daily sometimes then odds are that he might not be that much of a mess by the time his boss returns
But if he for whatever reason doesn't have regular contact or even periodical contact with them then... I honestly think he might either have a panic attack or a mental breakdown during that time, whichever comes first
During the first week everything would slowly become unbearable to him again, the stares, his reflection, his own thoughts, but he would try to keep it together for a while and that would last a surprising three days before he begins to crack
He can't go outside anymore without feeling the eyes and whispers following him, only leaving his home to go to work only because his boss would be disappointed in him if he misses too many days, and he would most likely cover up more too since of his boss is the only reason he had felt "confident" enough to wear his old clothes again
The longer his boss is gone the quicker he would deteriorate, his thoughts filling the silence they once made feel so safe, whispering every insecurity and doubt he has ever felt now that his boss isn't there to ground him in reality as he starts to spiral and wonder if his boss got tired of him, if he annoyed them too much, if they finally realized he's not worth all this
He would be so lost in his own head that he didn't notice he started picking at his scars, and normally this is where his boss would stop him, would make his head quiet again, but they aren't here, and if they aren't here then... He's nothing again
The only thing keeping him alive somewhat stable is that his boss might will come back, and um... Yeah they'll definitely notice something happened with how dressed up he is when he comes to meet them
As for the second question, it would probably be someone that's as or even more beautiful than he was before the accident but not, you know, pathetic or useless or needy? A person that's actually competent and intelligent on top of their beauty, an actual person and not just a face, and god forbid if his boss compliments or praises them
But that kind of person won't stick around for long if he has something to say about it and his boss would be too busy trying to reassure him to even begin to guess his involvement in the removal of that distraction
Yandere Personal Assistant X GN! Chief Executive Reader
Okay so, the request was about a personal assistant that's shit at his job but makes up for it in other ways, but I somehow made a tragedy and forgot about the last part halfway through since I was pretty much half asleep when I wrote most of it and I legit don't remember how I got from point A to B, so I apologize if this isn't what you wanted but, I still hope you enjoy it either way!
Disclaimer: This contains yandere themes, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, extremely unhealthy mindsets, toxic relationships, abusive romantic relationships (not yandere and reader), violence, blood, some gore, explicit depiction of injury, implications of self harming behavior and suicidal ideation at the end, non explicit NSFW mentions, yandere fucking goes through it
Pre-yan office assistant who was an absolute object of beauty, that is always often the first and last thing people see him as. Alluring, charming, gorgeous, he's been called it all and he absolutely loves it, why wouldn't he? People had fallen head over heels for his face alone, everyone except you, always except you
You who was a new chief executive of your branch of the company after ruthlessly clawing your way up to the top, but even after years of climbing corporate hell you still can't bury your soft heart, especially not to a man only you can see
Pre-yan office assistant who spent his whole life surviving on beauty since he was able to grasp the concept of it, not intelligence, not talent, and definitely not ambition, just a face so unfairly gorgeous that people forgave everything else
Pre-yan office assistant who his parents favored over his siblings just because he was just so darling, adored and spoiled by them because of something he was born with, and it unintentionally ruined any chance of a connection with his siblings
Pre-yan office assistant who quickly learned just how far his face could carry him through life, how people softened if he smiled and tilted his head a certain way, how his beauty could so easily make people forgive his mistakes without any consequence
He missed deadlines. Lost important things. Charmed his way out of trouble. Got distracted halfway through assignments. Broke expensive stuff. Cried easily. Forgot names five seconds after hearing them.
People joked he would die if left unsupervised for more than an hour, and yet no one truly hated him, because he smiled just right at them, because he was beautiful enough to make inconvenience feel charming
And eventually he stopped trying to become anything more since really, why would he? The world already decided what he was and it so easy for him to just accept it
By the time he was able to get a job that mindset was completely ingrained in him because it worked way better than if he actually tried, he dated his way through highschool and very few cared about his lackluster grades, he fucked a quarter of his college campus and received a send off party when he inevitably dropped out
Hell, the only reason he got this job was because he flirted with the interviewer, and he only kept it because the department manager had a crush on his face him
Pre-yan office assistant who people spent his whole life projecting things on to him because he was beautiful and empty enough to become whatever they wanted, the charming flirt, the dumb pretty boy, the seductive assistant, etc, etc, nobody actually asked who he was underneath all that
Pre-yan office assistant who eventually stopped asking too, learning how to mirror people instead, how to become exactly what made others keep him around, becoming extremely emotionally intelligent and frighteningly observant to the point he knows exactly what people want from him before they even know themselves
Pre-yan office assistant who very few people actually wanted, they wanted to show him off, to sleep with him, to posses him, they used him to indulge their own fantasies through him, they never wanted him, not the insecure and needy man with the terrifying emptiness underneath the performance
Pre-yan office assistant who's every previous relationship reinforced the same lesson, people only love the version of him they invented, and he would become that version until the relationship inevitably collapsed because the fantasy of him had cracked one way or another
Pre-yan office assistant who assumed his life would always be like this, the ever changing faces, the shallow relationships, the profound void in him that he desperately tries to fill, and only a buried part of him knows that he had given up long ago, so he became ornamental, pretty, desired, useless
Until he met the one person that would unknowingly change it all, who would utterly ruin him in the way he had craved for so long
You who was his complete opposite, the new chief executive of this branch of the company that fought and bled for every single inch of power you have now, and because of that you refuse to surrender your authority lightly, people mistake that for cruelty sometimes, it isn't
You who is fair, you absolutely refuse to coddle people but you would never choose to humiliate others, you will not flatter unnecessarily neither will you make them feel worthless, you won't ever lie to spare feelings yet you also won't mock their vulnerability either, harsh not cruel
You who even after years of climbing through corporate hell, still can't kill the soft part of you that wants to protect the vulnerable, it had cost you enough time to be an issue, it is also why you are just as respected as you are feared by your employees
You who everyone thought would despise someone like him instantly, lazy, incompetent, and distracting, it was everything you could've possibly hated in an employee
You who clocked him almost instantly the first time he stepped into your office performance and all, looking at him for a long moment before simply asking if he actually enjoys this act or if that's another act too
And that threw him off so badly he forgot to flirt for nearly thirty seconds, few had ever noticed there was an act and certainly not in the first minute of a conversation, who the fuck were you?
He left that conversation completely fascinated with you in a way he doesn't understand, because no one had ever questioned if the persona was real and no one had ever questioned whether it exhausted him, and you didn't sound mocking either, just observant, like you noticed him smiling too hard
For the rest of the day all he could think about was you looking at him without once being distracted by his face, looking at him and not the performance, and even if he doesn't understand it, even if it terrifies him, a part of him already wants more
At first, your relationship was nothing special, or at least that's what everyone thought. He flirted with everyone, receptionist, clients, security guards, so when he started shamelessly flirting with you too and probably trying to get into your pants, nobody found it unusual, nobody noticed how often he took opportunities to go to your office
Often times he would lounge dramatically in the doorway of your office, batting his eyelashes while delivering paperwork late much to your chagrin
"You look at me like you already know I'm trouble"
"I know, I know, I'm incompetent. You don't have to say it so lovingly"
"But you know, boss, I think it's very brave of you to trust me with responsibilities"
It was the usual routine, nothing surprising, what was surprising however was your response, because unlike everyone else, you didn't indulge him but you didn't quite reject him either, you just... Remained steady
And that hooked fascinated him even more
Pre-yan office assistant who maybe should've been annoyed when you barely look up from your work but anything resembling annoyance vanishes the moment you make a dry remark, commenting that if he put as much effort into organizing as flirting, he'd be unstoppable, said with no mocking and like you meant it
Pre-yan office assistant who becomes obsessed with drawing a reaction out of you, whether it's something as simple as a slight eye roll or an exhale that might've been an amused huff, and he doesn't know why it feels so good when he does, it just feels better than the adoration others shower him with
Pre-yan office assistant who for the first time in his entire career has someone that treats him like an actual employee, a frustratingly incompetent one but still, and weirdly enough... It felt good
While you still acknowledge his beauty, sometimes with quiet amusement and sometimes not, you gave him actual responsibilities and expected something from him that didn't include sitting there and looking pretty
You actually listened to him, not to what he dressed up his words as but the actual substance of them like they're important, and you wanted actual honesty from him, you expected it like it's the most obvious thing you could want from him, even going as far as to remember tiny details about him and pointing out when he contradicts himself
But most importantly, you never looked disappointed when he failed, just patient as you told him to try again, not that you'll fix it or do it yourself, as if he'll be able to succeed eventually and most of the time you're proven right
Sure, you scolded him a lot for well, everything, but especially for his little habit of multitasking when he absolutely shouldn't, ignoring safety procedures because he was distracted then getting sidetracked halfway through, but you never made him feel small like others did, you treated his incompetence like it was separate from his worth
For the first time in his life, he wasn't tolerated for being pretty and he didn't know what to do about that but it was absolutely addicting for him, and you noticed that, you noticed a lot of things
In the beginning, you thought of him as ridiculous and you still stand by that, he was beautiful, charming, and catastrophically unserious, practically a walking HR complaint with perfect skin and a beauty mark near the upper lip
But you also noticed things that others didn't, or more accurately ignored. Like how he immediately tried to diffuse tension during meetings instinctively, that he noticed when a coworker was upset before anyone else, or the way his flirting became sharper whenever he's nervous
It all quickly built a clear picture in your head, he wasn't shallow or manipulative, he was scared... And that realization did something to you that you'd rather not name, because once you noticed it, you couldn't unsee it anymore
You who kept him around at first because you were curious about him, someone so socially skilled yet so emotionally transparent if you looked hard enough, a man who acted shallow while quietly watching everyone in the room, but eventually it became something much softer
You who had seen the survival behavior underneath the performance when you first met him, but now you also saw that he tries incredibly hard when he's allowed to, that he's not stupid but stunted and can be genuinely capable at times, that he becomes just a little but more real when you meet him with patience instead of indulgence
You who, despite yourself and everything corporate hell taught you, begin to care for him in small ways, checking whether he ate, staying longer during late nights until he goes home, making sure no one takes advantage of him or goes too far, you never drawn attention with it or mentioned it, you just did it, quietly and consistently
He noticed ever single little thing, and he kept waiting for the catch, because there's no way there isn't catch, that's not how people work, people always want something from him for being kind, surely you do too, but it never came and that was what frightened him
Once, he casually remarked that he didn't really like hazelnut lattes, a meaningless passing comment he made while bothering you in your office and one he pretty much forgot as he tried to steal your coffee, playfully commenting it would be perfect with another shot of espresso
Then one morning someone accidentally brought him a hazelnut latte, he made a face for a spilt second before going to sweetly thank them, then another cup appeared beside him almost immediately, your usual order, with an extra shot of espresso
You didn't even stop walking past his desk, just swapping them like it was the most natural thing in the world. He stared, you kept walking, you didn't even glance back, as if remembering things about him was normal, as if paying actual attention to him was something to be expected
He spent the rest of the day weirdly emotional about his coffee, reluctant to drink it for reasons he carefully does not think about
Being admired, being worshipped, was always easy but being... Noticed like this was terrifying. Admiration stayed on the surface where he learned to control for his entire life, you kept accidentally looking deeper
He loved it
He hated it
He's addicted to it
He's terrified of it
"You know, you're being very cold for someone buying me lunch, boss- you got me my favorite...?"
"You even remembered that I don't like the... I mean, If you keep being this sweet to me, I'm gonna think you've fallen for me~"
"... Not going to say anything, huh?... Thanks boss, for the food I mean"
Pre-yan office assistant who doesn't know how to process it and deals with it the only way that he has learned how, by waiting for it to smooth over eventually, for it to disappear like most of his problems for his entire life, how? He doesn't know he doesn't want this to disappear
Pre-yan office assistant who still bounced between relationships and flings constantly trying to not think of you, beautiful people attract attention easily and he's deeply addicted to being wanted
Pre-yan office assistant who always ended up with people that were... Eager to keep him, wealthy partners, possessive lovers, glamorous flings, people who gave him all the attention he was supposed to could ever want and always left him with more than a couple blemishes on his skin the next day
Pre-yan office assistant who's coworkers constantly heard about expensive gifts, luxury dates, dramatic breakups, and an uncomfortable amount of rumors circled around each time, some envious and some... Concerned, but he would always laugh about it afterwards, like none of it mattered
Pre-yan office assistant who, no matter who he dated or presumably slept with, always ended up back in your office eventually, most of the time with a decent reason but both of you know better, even if he will never admit to himself
Every time it followed the same pattern like clockwork. At first, he would glow, excited and much more distracted than usual much less real, usually accompanied with a... Change in style so to speak, then slowly as it all eventually deteriorated he'd start lingering around you again, not intimately, just there
He would show up late at night with paperwork excuses, sometimes sitting silently in your office after arguments or, from what you can tell from the purple on his skin, something worse, other times he would be complaining dramatically about the newest emotional disaster he found himself in while secretly seeking comfort
Sooner or later whatever was going on between him and the other person crumbled. Every relationship that didn't involve you exhausted him eventually, they loved the fantasy of him, the attention he gave, sometimes his dependency, but eventually they'd want him to stay frozen inside whatever fantasy they had crafted in their heads
And the moment he became inconvenient in any way? When he couldn't live up to the helpless, charming, sexual, whatever version of him they saw? The warmth disappeared
"You changed" "you're exhausting" "you're too... Much" "You stopped trying" "you're not who I thought you were"
Again, again, and again. It was always the same, the stupidly extravagant dates that included nothing he actually liked, the flood of compliments and gifts that said absolutely nothing about him, the sex that left him hollow and aching afterwards, everything was the same, everyone was always fucking same...
Except you, always except you
You who even when irritated, stayed consistent in your care, scolding him for whatever stupid choices he made before he showed up in your office while simultaneously handing him painkillers and food after a breakup
You who made room for him without comment, no matter what mood he was in and even if he was being particularly irritating that day fro whatever reason, you still treated him with the same unamused patience you always did, still reminding him to eat and scolding him for getting distracted mid task
You who never gave him mockery or disgust or told him "I told you so" when he appeared in the doorway of your office, instead you'd dryly comment that he has absolutely abysmal taste in partners while gently helping him clean the blood from his split lip after a fight with an ex
You who would tell him to slow down when he would start to juggle five things at once to distract himself from a recent heartbreak, reprimanding him for being careless yet also giving him an excuse to stay in your office until he's ready to face other people again
You who unintentionally became the place he went to whenever life became unbearable, refusing to indulge in his self destructive behavior but also refusing to abandon him even when he's being a thorn in your side
And he really never stood a chance against someone like that
One night when you were both working late, or more accurately, you were working late and he wandered in after a disastrous date
The date itself was fine, wonderful actually. That person had pulled out all the stops, expensive restaurants, flowers, neverending compliments, everything he was supposed to want, but halfway through the dinner he realized the person sitting across from him couldn't answer a single question about him
His date knew his appearance, his reputation, his social media, but not his actual favorite color, not him, and that realization ruined the entire night
Now he was in your office yet again, the rest of the building empty as the city lights glowed through the windows, and the words just slipped out because he was tired, because you somehow always made everything feel quieter in his head
"I don't think people would like me very much without this face"
"... If I was replaced with someone prettier... I think you'd be the only one that would care"
Immediately he regretted it, too honest, too vulnerable, too pathetic, his brain was already scrambling to figure out how to make it into a joke
But you simply considered his words for a moment, then you simply said that it was a sad thing to believe about himself
Just that. Not "you're wrong", not "Don't say that", not "That's ridiculous", and the gentleness of it almost hurt
He stayed at your home that night, because it was late and his place was too far, and because you said he could if he didn't want to be alone. He slept in the guest room for once and you asked if he wanted to help you make fried rice from whatever was in your fridge for breakfast, patiently guiding him through it and... And it actually turned out pretty good
It was all so... Simple, so small, but it felt like you had just given him the world, and the thing that had been slowly building inside him quietly cracked open in that quiet kitchen
Pre-yan office assistant who stopped flirting with people as enthusiastically, still doing it mostly out of habit but it all started to feel hollow since no matter how attractive or charming someone was, none of them looked at him the way you do
Pre-yan office assistant who somehow comes to your office even more often than he already did but his flirting had softened into something almost completely sincere, still calling you boss in that tone yet his voice is... Softer almost, and sometimes he doesn't even flirt with you, sometimes he barges into your office because something interesting happened and he wanted to tell you about it immediately
Pre-yan office assistant who almost unconsciously seeks physical closeness with you, shamelessly clinging to you and being overly affectionate, and it could've been brushed off as another case of him flirting with you if it weren't for how his body automatically relaxes whenever you're in arms reach, his expression becoming just a bit softer
Pre-yan office assistant who becomes devastated at any type of distance from you before he quickly covers it up, sulking for hours if you ignore him and becoming visibly upset when you're actually too busy for him, but you could see the terror in his eyes whenever you don't answer his messages or seem distracted when he's talking to you
Pre-yan office assistant who's little habit of multitasking when secretly distressed becomes just a tad worse whenever you seem to be in a bad mood, desperate not to annoy you too much that day while covering it up with his usual jokes even as his eyes keep flicking to your expression when you tell him to be more careful or that he'll hurt himself like this
Pre-yan office assistant who smiles just a little too brightly when you praise another employee before subtly inserting himself into the conversation, his voice almost sickeningly sweet as he somehow becomes even more affectionate while you could almost see how hard he's gritting his teeth as the conversation continues
Pre-yan office assistant who flirts more... Intensely after, becoming even more touchy towards you and gazing at you through those half lided eyes, so reminiscent of all those time he had offered... Special favors to the department manager to keep his job after a mishap yet the ever tightening grip on your arm tells a much different story
"Oh don't look at me like that, they've had your attention for ten whole minutes, be merciful, boss"
"Though I suppose I see where they're coming from. What? It's true"
"But I'd never bore you like them, you know, not for a single moment"
You noticed it before he did, and although his... Dependency towards you was somewhat concerning, you could also see him start to change in other ways as well, good ways even
He wasn't seeking as much validation from others anymore nor was he making stupid decisions with relationships or the thing in his pants, and sometimes he was spending more time simply existing around you, not performing, not entertaining, just existing, and for someone like him that is big
You could see him improving little by little, one day at a time, becoming less reactive, less desperate somewhat, less convinced that every little thing will mean abandonment. Sometimes he'd leave your office without needing reassurance, even going an entire weekends without spiralling, and a few times you had gotten him to simply accept care without suprise
They were tiny, invisible victories, but slowly, each became a stepping stone for him and you had already decided to remain day after day, month after month, providing him the same consistency again and again as you wait for the day he truly believes that, even without his face, even without you beside him, he is enough
You're patient and you love him, you'll wait however long he needs, until he no longer needs you like this
But maybe if you had been looking closer at him, paid more attention and been more careful, maybe you could've stop it
He should've listened to you
He should've fucking listened to you
It happened on an ordinary day, it was supposed to be an ordinary day. The first quarter had just begun and the building was still bustling with activity despite it being evening as employees worked to meet their deadline and such, busier than average but not that unusual for the first quarter while the company launches new initiatives and sets their targets for the year
And he was rushing, late, distracted, trying to handle too many things simultaneously because he always thought he could squeeze one more task into the day, because he believed consequences only happened to other people, because you're patience had already been wearing thin by mid day and you accidentally glared at him this morning
It was just one more message, another little errand, only a single small thing in the grand scheme of things. You had already told him to slow down three separate times, he had laughed it off all three times
Then it all went wrong too fast, the kind of mistake that only takes seconds. One moment he hurrying through the office, trying to balance his manager's steaming porcelain coffee mug, because of course that bastard didn't like the normal cups everyone else uses, while carrying too many things already and half distracted from his task as his phone chimes with your daily reminder for him to eat-
An impact, something or someone crashing into him, or did he crash into it? Chaos erupted around him and he didn't understand, there was a noise, something shattering near his ear then- a voice? No, a scream, pained and raw and-
His
Pain, blinding, searing pain was all he could process as blood dripped down his chin on to the crimson splattered carpet, the papers he had been carrying scattered all over and becoming stained with red while the panicked voices around him blur together into incoherence
Yet it was all forgotten for a moment when he heard his phone ding, the little jingle he had set just for your texts, even as the cracked screen stayed dark. On instinct, he immediately grabbed his phone even as the world is strangely blurry, his fingers already moving to reply before he caught his reflection in the black screen and-
Red. So much red. Streaming down his face from multiple shards of porcelain lodged in the right side of his face, in his eye- his eye! He can't- he can't see- he can't feel that part anymore, why can't he- fuck- everything else burns so why-
He didn't even notice his world slowly tilting, didn't notice the ringing in his ears drowning out the frantic scramble of his co-workers, yet one thing cut through everything, his last coherent thought as the world went dark
You warned him
And afterwards nothing was the same
The doctors had did all they could to salvage what they can but the mix of multiple porcelain shards embedding themselves deep in his flesh and the third and second degree burns from the scalding hot coffee left one side of his face horrifically scarred
Not completely monstrous, but enough for people to recoil before they can stop themselves. And for the first time in his life, people stop being kind automatically
Conversation he used to carry with ease become awkward, sometimes pitying in a way that felt worse than cruelty ever could but most times it simply made the atmosphere uncomfortable. Some people avoid looking directly at him, others compensate with fake gentleness that hurt much more
But the shame is even worse as every warning replays in his head over and over again, every conversation you tried to have about it and he brushed off, every concerned reminder, every time you told him to be careful in that exasperated tone
He starts convincing himself that you must be so disappointed in him, even if you would be too kind to say it, but he now knows just how much worry he caused you
He expects you to finally leave too, because why wouldn't you? How many times have you scolded him and warned him of something like this happening?
No matter how patient or kind or... Perfect you are, there had to be limits to your generosity, there just had to be, and surely he had finally reached it with this act of absolute stupidity
Without his face he's just... Just him, stupid, needy, useless, him, what part of that would ever make you want to stay? People had only ever stayed while he was worth loving after all
Except apparently you, always fucking except you
You were furious, of course you were, but not for the reason he expected because no matter how angry you are about being proven right yet again or about his reckless mistake, what had truly pissed you off was the fact he talked about it like some moral failing, like he deserved what happened
You had cut him off after listening to several minutes of self blame, yes, he made a mistake, an incredibly stupid one, and now he is going to recover and you are going to help him
That was it. He almost didn't believe you at first, but you aren't someone who goes back on your word
You visit him in the hospital every single day you could, showing up in his room like clockwork with no hesitation each time you open the door and unflinchingly look directly at him before greeting him like you always had as if the scars aren't there, as if he's still him
You would bring him things he had mentioned liking once, his favorite takeout order from that one small family owned restaurant, that designer jacket he joked he would look better in than the model, and every time you would bring two cups of coffee, one always with an extra shot of espresso
Sometimes you'd talk about work, giving updates about the latest gossip at the office or telling stupid little stories to fill the silence on days where the quiet of the hospital room got too much for him
Day after day, week after week, you keep showing up, sending him morning messages, checking on appointments, bringing food he actually likes, making sure he remembers medication, helping him navigate paperwork, giving assistance without comment
Eventually your kindness became too unbearable for him and he snapped, breaking down in front of you
"Why? Why are you still here? Why aren't you disgusted by me too?"
"What-what do you see that's worth all of this? Just look at me! I'm nothing now! I'm... I'm nothing now..."
"So... So why are you still looking at me like- like that...?"
Maybe you would say something, perhaps finally saying your truth in your specific way, or maybe you didn't, maybe you just held him while he cried him sick, but either way you stayed with him, you stayed even when he's at his absolute worse, still looking at him like he's the same while he can't even face his own reflection
You stayed when he has nothing to give but himself, his fragile and pathetic self, because you care about him and something in him quietly settled without him realizing, without either of you realizing, he doesn't need to be anything, he just needs to be yours
Yandere office assistant who's started measuring his life through you, it's impossible for him not to, you've become part of every day while he was in the hospital as if you weren't already, there for every small achievement, every step forward, every breakdown
Yandere office assistant who's favorite moments involve you, his mind often wandering to them while he waited for your daily visit and sometimes, on the rare occasion you're late, he would replay them in his head over and over again until you finally open that door
Yandere office assistant who's safest place is beside you, everything else feels distant when he's with you, the aching pain of his scars, the pitying stares that now follow him, the lingering memories from nightmares, all of it just fading in your presence
Yandere office assistant who's happiest days always include you and only ever include you, the days he's able to look into a mirror are the days you had complimented him, the days he could go outside without thinking of the stares are the days you walk right beside him, and the days where he is the most like himself again are the days you make him feel like it
Yandere office assistant who's future always has you in it automatically and he is willing to do anything to make it reality, he knows he's not smart but you are, he just needs to plant the right ideas and you'll figure it out for both of you
Though perhaps he was a bit too excited when you offered him a position as your personal assistant after he had "worried" about his department manager firing him now that he can't hide behind his face
You frame it practically, a better work environment that's familiar enough to aid in the recovery process, something to help him get back on his feet and just until he can walk through the world on his own again and it's truly sweet how you still believe he can live without you eventually
He had accepted immediately, maybe far too quickly, you noticed but he didn't care, only showing up for his first day as your assistant and walking through the familiar building wearing an outfit that just so happens to perfectly match your taste, with his second best assets visible of course
It's the most beautifully dressed he's been in a long time and it's all because of you. He could feel his old coworkers eyes on him, on his scars then on his outfit, they stare, they whisper, but it all fades into the background once your eyes land on him, widening just a bit as you take his new look in, and he can't help but truly smile as he greets you like he used to, just with a certain... Intensity now
Yandere personal assistant who becomes absurdly devoted to you, he'd abandon his own needs instantly at a simple call from you, staying awake multiple nights in a row just to help lessen your workload and memorizing entire schedules at your request, and he'll be the happiest he's ever been while doing it
Yandere personal assistant who is almost embarrassingly sincere when it comes to you, his infamous silver tongue absolutely failing him the moment you address him directly as his voice unconsciously drops to an almost... Reverent tone, especially whenever he calls you boss
Yandere personal assistant who intertwines himself into your life so thoroughly that separations feels almost uncomfortable, learning everything he can about you that he hasn't already and instantly responding to your wants and needs before you voice them, because caring for you makes him feel needed and being needed makes him feel safe
Yandere personal assistant who becomes quietly distressed when someone else gets close to you, when someone else fulfils the role you gave him or when your eyes linger on someone more... Visually appealing, not angry but wounded, terrified, like a dog afraid of being replaced
Yandere personal assistant who doesn't mean to guilt trip or manipulate you, really, he truly means it when he says he cannot survive without you, without your love keeping from complete and utter collapse, but he also fully means it when he says he won't want to live without being by your side, he had already been covered in his own blood once before after all, what's one more time?
Yandere personal assistant who is still horrible at his job and he knows it better than anyone else, so he tries to become useful in another way, in the only way he knows how, using the only part of him that was left untouched by the accident, his body, it's been... Tainted before, sure, but you still had treated it like it was something worth loving, so please let him use it to love you
Yandere personal assistant who is yours to do whatever you please with, shape him into anything you desire whether for better or for worse, he doesn't care, he would enjoy either way as he follows your every wish with absolute obedience, all that matters is that he remains worthy of your love
Yandere personal assistant who, for maybe the first time in his entire pathetic existence, knows exactly who he is, completely and happily yours in every way, and as long as you're still here, as long as he's yours, then everything will be okay in the end
Lucien Mercier who you catch silently staring at you while you work, not seductively anymore, just... Open as he looks at you like you're salvation itself, and for someone like him, you might as well be
"Hm? Oh sorry, I was just... I guess I still can't believe you're still... You know... Here"
"I... I know I'm... A mess but... But you make staying alive feel less... Embarrassing. Thank you boss, I... I promise you won't regret keeping me."
Yandere Personal Assistant X GN! Chief Executive Reader
Lucien Mercier
He was beautiful. That was the first and last thing people noticed about him. People loved "him", the him they made after looking at his face, not the man that had long since given up being anything else. But you... You saw through every mask and didn't look away, you stayed even when he had nothing left to offer, and he can't imagine losing that too. He knows he's a mess but he promises he'll be good, he'll be so good for you, boss
Okay. Okay. I'll just get to the important thing first before I start ranting since this has truly been a shitty week for me and this is really the last nail in the coffin. I lost my fucking draft for the yandere personal assistant, I don't know how, I don't know why, it's just straight up gone when I opened my drafts today
But the worst part is that I'll be too preoccupied for the next Idk two to three days? To redo it immediately, I had originally planned to post it sometime tomorrow, finishing it in the morning before I become too busy, but now obviously that can't happen so I'm very sorry to whoever requested it but you're going to have to wait longer, though rest assured I will start working on it again as soon as I can
And again I'm very sorry for the incredibly long wait, but I do have a clear idea of what I want to do with the concept so hopefully it won't take too long to write when I have free time
How would the yanderes react to a darling that had a bad reaction to pain? I'm talking extremely nauseous, in pain, and starting a fever, not being able to sleep.
This has been inspired by # me because I usually have back pain and sometimes, usually at midnight, it goes apeshit makes me unable to sleep or really exist for hours, especially if I wasn't able to take painkillers in time.
It is just kinda funny to me because in the moment, it genuinely seems like something happened, but when it finally mellows out, I'm just okay, completely great, like that never happened lol. Thinking about it first time happening with the yanderes makes me curious of their reactions and what would they try to do
Are... are you calling me yellow?? But anyways, most of them would definitely panic, especially if it's sudden and even more if they can't find anything obviously wrong with their reader
Calix would instantly start checking for injuries or scars that might've flared up since that's what he knows, he would try to keep calm but panic would definitely start to rise the longer he can't find something obviously wrong, but sooner or later the panic would be replaced with quiet stillness before he picks up his savior and brings them to a healer, either one they're allies with or one he has to threaten
Cassimir on the other hand would immediately start to panic, scaring the shit out of the staff on shift and demanding they fetch the court physician right this second or it's going to be off with their heads, even his beloved wouldn't be able to calm him down as he glares daggers at the already terrified physician, literally everyone in the palace is holding their breath and praying that the prince's attendant will keep breathing
Charles would have an internal panic attack while being the most attentive husband known to man, he would be at his darling wife's side and fetch her whatever she needs before she even knows it but it would be obvious just how scared he is, his hands trembling as he tries to comfort his wife and flinch at every sound of pain, he would carry his darling to the doctors if he has to and be absolutely terrifying to everyone but his wife
Julian is immediately on his feet the second his dear boy wakes up in pain, gathering up his son in his arms and trying to soothe the boy while hurriedly checking his son to figure out what's wrong, he will not look he's panicking but panic can't even begin to describe what he's feeling as he fusses over his son, even if his dear boy is completely fine afterwards he will drag that boy to a doctor or so help him god
Brie is another one that would internally panic while appearing calm, she would focus on comforting her bunny and figuring out what's wrong since otherwise she might just freak out, and if her bunny is still living with their parents then she would also dig through the medicine cabinet as she prays that their parents aren't as shitty as she thinks they are for once and have something for this, and yeah, a doctor's visit is mandatory
Daniel might legit just lose it for a few seconds before he pulls himself together since his sunshine is in pain and needs him, he would immediately take his child to a doctor and he will get an immediate appointment no matter how much influence he needs to pull to make it happen, staying at his sunshine's side the whole time and trying to comfort them then threatening the doctor the same second
Leon would become absolutely terrifying, not to his angel of course, but everyone else can hear the string holding his remaining sanity together fray while he cradles his angel to his chest and flatly tells someone to get a medic, he's definitely having some sort of flashback in that moment and would rather die than let his angel go
Adriel is in full analysis mode the minute he sees his little one in pain, checking over his child with full clinical precision but also gently fussing over them, reassuring them that father is here and he will fix this as he mentally catalogs anything and everything he can find, he's not the type to panic but he can definitely feel something adjacent to it in that moment, probably will put his little one on bedrest even if they feel better, he's not taking any chances
Lily would panic hard, poor girl would have no idea what to do and would've probably had a way worse reaction if she didn't need to stay calm for her best friend, after she forces herself to get it together she would check the medicine cabinet for anything that could help while her best friend stays with her parent, afterwards, even if her parent had gotten better, she would still be shaken by the event, insisting they rest while she and her best take care of the house
You know I never thought my little side hobby would get so much attention and I certainly never thought I would ever get this many requests, and considering the amount of time I usually take to write full posts (A week more or less) it'll definitely take a while, so until I'm able to get through most of them requests will be closed.
Asks will still be open during this time so feels free to give me questions about my existing OCs and any other OCs I'll post later
Anyways! Thanks for all the love you guys have shown me and my babies, and have a wonderful day, night, whatever time of day, everyone!
hello! hope ur not too busy or u can just delete/ignore this ask!!
recently read ur cassimir story, and i could not stop thinking abt showering him with lots of love (he deserves it) and i came across this fluff prompt
i was wondering how would he react?? does he get flustered when showering with them?
thank you so much, and have an amazing day !!! <333
Oh he would get flustered alright
As much as his character is... sexual, for lack of a better word, in nature and he is very much unashamed of that when it comes to his beloved, he is also extremely touched starved and literally hadn't been shown much love since his mother died while cradling him to her chest
So this level of tender care would utterly break him, like he would be a blushy mess the from start to finish as he avoids looking directly at his beloved even if they had already done the deed before, and I kid you not, the tyrant prince would actually act shy in this situation
His beloved would have to guide him through it since he has no idea how this is supposed to work and his brain is too overwhelmed to even try to figure it out, but sooner or later he'll slowly start to relax into his beloved's gentle hands
He would become literal putty in his attendant's hands in no time, especially if they handle him like he's some precious thing, completely leaning against his beloved and burying his face in their neck or chest
His whole brat prince personality would melt away, revealing the lonely little boy underneath as he whines for them to keep going and to please not stop, and just... existing in this peaceful moment with the love of his life
I really loved the recent fic you did for Charles, it was so good! If I may, I'd like to request another where Charles does his best to plan a surprise birthday while his wife is shopping/hanging out with friends/or something (basically doing whatever out of the house).
Yet despite his best efforts, one thing after another manages to go wrong until wifey comes home. He thinks she'll be upset because he couldn't give her a perfect birthday---only for her to cry tears of joy that he even cared enough to put that much thought into it at all.
Please don't feel rushed or pressured to do this request---I'm just happy you did mine last time, so thank you! Hope you have a lovely day~!
The Perfect Birthday
This became way, way longer than I had expected, honestly this is pretty much my longest work in this style,but I think it works better this way, anyways hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Honestly none, this might just be pure fluff aside from a few things, but just gonna add some just in case, this contains yandere themes, obsessive behavior, a very vague mention of a suicide attempt, he kind of has a panic spiral over his wife's birthday if this counts
Today was your birthday, a little fact that had slipped your mind with everything that had been happening lately, but he remembered
You were going to be out for the whole day, wanting to try shopping by yourself again to maybe rekindle your old love for it in your youth. He provided you with everything you needed, of course, filling your purse with as much money as he can despite your adorable protests
"Oh darling, you're so sweet but I assure you it's fine," He chuckled fondly as he wrapped his coat around you, it was not necessary, you had your own coat, but he insisted on using his, "Don't hesitate to spend it all now, you've always had eye for such beautiful things and I'm sure whatever items catch it will be worth the price."
He gave you a quick goodbye kiss at the door, one that lingered longer than necessary, and sent you on your way after rechecking that you had everything you need, waving you goodbye and watching you until he could no longer see you
Then he gently shut the door, his hand trembling slightly as he takes a deep breath, and his smile faltering for just a second before he immediately fixed it out of habit
"Today will be perfect, I'll make sure of it," He mumbled to himself, leaning against the door and resting his head against the wood, "You deserve nothing less, my darling. Not after what I did."
With one final breath he pushed himself up and began the preparations, having planned everything in advance a week before while he watched you completely forget your own birthday this year or did you forget it last year too?
A romantic evening with just the two of you like before he lost sight of what matters, dinner under candle light and your favorite dishes served along side the cake as your favorite classical jazz is played on the record player
First he would have to purchase the vinyl record from the only record shop in town that sells that particular one, then he'll drop by that one department store to pick out those expensive candles you had always secretly preferred before going grocery shopping for dinner, and by then the cake he had ordered from your favorite bakery should be ready for pick up
And after that it would leave him with more than enough time to make dinner perfect for you when you come home
He could already imagine your face, that look of suprise mixed with pure joy, the way you would light like you used to on this day, and just the thought of that beautiful smile of yours being caused by him...
He'll make it all so perfect for you, he won't fail his darling again, never again.
But the world rarely ever goes according the plans of it's inhabitants, not even to grant the purest wish
Your favorite record was sold out, the store owner regretfully informing him that someone had bought the last album containing the vinyl disc before he arrived
"And there is no other disc available?" He asked, almost calmly, but inside was a whole different story, how could it not be? That song had been your favorite for the entire time he had been together with you, to the point he teased you about loving the song more than him
"Yes, I'm very sorry, sir, but that album is rare to find nowadays and not to mention pricy," the other man said, his tone low and sympathetic as he looked at him with an understanding of another married man
He let out a long breath, somewhere between a sigh and a sharp huff, as he ran a hand through his hair. Outwardly, he still looked like a husband simply worrying about his wife's birthday present, and while that is true, that is also an very big understatement
The store owner seem to take pity on him, on the man who only wanted to do something special for his wife and the man who's contemplating the logistics of more unsavory means to get that disc, bringing out a couple of alternative options by the same artist and similar enough in tone
He ended choosing the one the other man recommend, the most similar to your favorite and from one listen he knew you would like it, but it still felt choosing second best and you deserve so much more, nevertheless, he bought it and left with a friendly goodbye to the store owner that was more habit than anything else
Perhaps it was his fault for assuming that everything would work out, but it'll be fine, this was just one thing and surely you'll forgive him for it you shouldn't you only deserve perfection, that's what he tells himself as placed the record in the passenger seat of his car
"It's just a record..." He said quietly to himself as he started his car, subconsciously adjusting the rear view mirror for the third time, "It's fine, it just a record, it just one thing..."
It was not one thing. The department store had sold out on your favorite candles and the next shipment won't arrive until next week. In the end he had to settle for another set of similar candles, identical enough that most people would not notice, but he does, every little difference reminding him
He ran a hand through his hair as he tried to focus on the road ahead, and not noticing how tightly he was clutching the steering wheel, "It will be fine, she... She won't notice... Will she...?
"No, focus." He snapped into the empty air of the car as he took a sharper turn than necessary into the parking lot, "I'll just... I'll just make sure she doesn't see it. I'll make the rest of it perfect, make it more than perfect, so much so she won't look anywhere else."
It did little to ease his nerves but then again nothing really would, simply taking a deep breath as he parked his car in front of the grocery shop
He closed his eyes as he turned off the engine, leaning forward against the steering wheel and taking in the quiet of the small space while the sounds of the rest of the world are muffled, but he only let himself dwell in it for a moment before he quickly composed himself and got out of the car
And for the first time today something actually went right, he was able to get everything he needed for your perfect dinner and even getting his hands on the last box of your favorite chocolate
As he carefully placed the groceries in the front seat of the car next to the record and candles, he thinks that maybe he can make this work, no, he will make this work, for you
He checked his watch, almost right on time to pick up your cake as well, exactly like he had planned. A faint smile formed on his lips without him realizing, the cake was the center piece, custom built to your exact taste and even tiny preferences you barely notice
Without wasting another moment, he quickly got into the driver's seat and started the car, he still had a few minutes left but it's better to be early than late as his old man would tell him
And he was glad he did as he glanced at the building traffic on the road behind him through the rearview mirror, barely missing getting caught up in it by a hair, perhaps his luck was finally turning around
Though his heart did almost stop when he bumped into you as you exited the bakery with a bread bun in one hand while the other carried a multitude of shopping bags, nearly causing you to stumble before he instinctively reached out and quickly caught you
"Oh! Charlie?" You said with a mix of suprise and delight at the sight of him, a tone that made him forget what he was doing for a moment as he just held you
And he would've continued to if you didn't take a step back to steady yourself, slinging a few shopping bags over your shoulder before you looked back at him with that little smile covered in a few crumbs
"Are you here to pick up a midday treat too? Well, if you want something still warm you won't find it here since their oven had broken just this morning," you said casually, lighthearted and completely unaware of his world screeching to halt, "They said it pretty much just stopped after baking the first batch of bread for today."
"... is that so?"
"Yeah, it's being fixed right now but the staff had been stressing from morning since apparently they had a lot of custom orders lined up for today."
You sighed, looking back through the glass of the bakery doors, "It's such a shame really, the cashier had told me that they had this really specific cake order that was supposed to be picked up soon and it's apparently for a birthday too..."
You kept speaking, retelling the story the cashier had told you, but he couldn't hear you over his own racing thoughts as he tried to figure out what to do.
He forced himself to remain calm in front of you while he went through his options, another custom cake wouldn't be ready in time and store bought would be to impersonal
Maybe he could bake it himself? He had baked with you before and it shouldn't be too hard to do it himself, and if he's fast enough he can make dinner while the cake bakes and have everything finished around the time you'll come home, but he would need to go back to the grocery store for the ingredients...
It's possible, it'll be difficult but it's possible and that's the only thing that matters in the end, you are more than worth it after all
"Charlie?" He was jolted out of his head instantly, almost instinctively, as you called his name, his unfocused gaze clearing and revealing the sight of you looking at him with slight concern, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, of course, darling," he responded automatically, immediately fixing his face into his usual softness around you
But you clearly didn't completely buy it,"You're stressed about something. What is it? You can tell me if it's worrying you this much."
You sound so worried about him, like this isn't supposed to be your day, and that softeness in your voice made some weak part of him want to spill everything to you, to stay with you longer, but he was already running out of time and he can't afford to make this about him
"Nothing is wrong, my darling, you just continue enjoying you day, okay?" He said with all the cheer he can muster before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, "Now please excuse me, I need to leave. I love you, dear."
And with that he left you standing in front of the bakery as he can feel your eyes watching him before getting into his car
The traffic was as horrible as he had predicted, the weight of his watch getting heavier and heavier while time ticked forward but he was able to shave off a bit by quickly taking a parking space from another car, ignoring the deafening sound of the car horn as the other driver was forced to slam down the breaks
Maybe on another day he would've cared, but right now he can't afford to, only quickly fixing his hair before getting out
He hurriedly grabbed everything he needed while maneuvering around the other customers uncaringly, barely making in time to the check outs before the lines grew too long before quickly leaving without a word
The alternative, faster road he had planned to take was closed off today due to a tree falling just this afternoon because of course it did, forcing him to go through the main street again, but he was able to make it back home with only a rough estimate of two to one and a half hours before you come back
He vaguely remembered you saying to never rush through baking, he did it anyways, making a mess of the kitchen that he told himself he'll clean later before throwing the cake into the oven
Tick, tick, tick
Dinner was only slightly different since he was careful not to burn anything or mess up something, he still made mistakes but most of it was still presentable enough and he could work with that
Yet no matter how loud the stand mixer, the clanging and clicking on pans and plates, the sizzling of the food, or whatever, he could hear the ticking of the clock echoing through the house
Playing over and over in his head as the dawn rapidly approached, his hands shaking as he set the table while his heart hammered in his ears, carefully arranging and rearranging everything until it's perfect
The candles set on the candelabras exactly placed across the table, the vase in the center filled with roses and your favorite flowers at just the right angle, and each dish perfectly spread on the table and covered with those cloches you bought so long ago to impress his parents when they came by for dinner
Tick, tick, tick
Everything was almost ready, it's just the cake now- the cake!
He scrambled into the kitchen, nearly forgetting oven mitts before he pulled out the cake, not burned, barely. He breathed out a heavy sigh as he placed the cake pan on the counter as he leaned against it, but the moment of relief immediately evaporated when he checked his watch
Only ten minutes left
Tick, tick, tick
Shit
Pushing himself up in an instant, he quickly flipped the cake on to a plate and immediately began to frost the cake, he had a plan to decorate your cake, he had a plan since he had left the grocery store, a plan that means nothing if he can't get the frosting to fucking stick
Tick, tick, tick
The frosting was melting off the cake, looking more like a messy glance instead of frosting as it ran off the side of the cake
Tick, tick, tick
His continued efforts to get it to stick only resulted a flood of loose crumbs falling off as the frosting pulled at the edges of the cake
Tick, tick, tick
In a panic, he covered the entire thing in the frosting in hopes of covering it all up, hurriedly trying to even out the sides and wipe off excess frosting, yet it only made an even bigger mess on the counter and on himself, he hasn't even cleaned the kitchen yet-
Tick, tick-
Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck-
Tick.
"Charlie?"
"fuck"
He completely froze, his chest rising and falling rapidly even while the rest of his body refused to move. He couldn't do anything as he heard the click of your shoes against the wood of the main hall, forced to listen to you slowly draw closer to the dining room and soon to the absolutely failure he had made
"Charlie- Oh? What's all this?" Your voice echoed through the dining room, through his skull, "oh my, how lovely... Are those a box of chocolates on my seat? Oh Charlie..."
He only gripped the edge of the counter as he heared your footsteps draw closer to the kitchen, "Charlie? Are you in there? Wait, is that cake I smell? Charlie?- oh dear"
He didn't turn around, he couldn't, his voice coming out strained even as he forced it to remain steady while his fingers pressed against porcelain of the countertop, "Welcome home, darling"
"What..." You took a step closer and he can feel your eyes scanning the kitchen, no doubt taking in the spills and dirty dishes everywhere, "Charlie? Are... Are you alright? What is this?"
He stayed silent for a moment, staring at the mess of the cake in front of him before picking up the plate with trembling hands and turning around to face you, completely aware of how he disheveled he looks and forcing a smile on his face as he avoided meeting your gaze, "Happy birthday, darling, I'm sorry."
Everything was silent for a moment as he braced for your reaction, closing his eyes and... Feeling the warmth of your hands above his. He lifted his head in surprise before he could think, his breath hitching as he saw your face
You were looking at the cake with a mix of confusion, awe, and something else he can't quite understand as you slowly take the cake from him. You stared at it for a while longer before you looked up at him, at his state, "Tell me what happened? Please, Charlie?"
Maybe it was the way your voice softened ever so slightly when you said his name or maybe it was how you were looking at him with those beautiful eyes so filled with concern, or it could be just you, you who always made everything feel just a bit better around you
"I... I failed you..." his breath hitched, voice raw in a way it has never been since... But as you waited patiently for him like you've always done, he forced himself to continue, "Today-... Today was your birthday, did you remember? I had wanted- planned to give you a perfect birthday, a quiet candle lit dinner like we had done back then. I had everything planned, I was going to make this perfect, but things kept going wrong and-"
In that moment, the dam broke as he just spilled everything to you, how he had planned everything, how every single thing had gone awry, how he tried to salvage things as best he can only to fail once again, all while staring down at the amalgamation of frosting and crumbs in your hands, the clearest reminder of yet another failure
"I'm so sorry, darling," he said quietly, barely above a whisper as he finally forced himself to meet your gaze, going completely still at the sight of your tear filled eyes, "Oh darling- please don't- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-"
"Oh Charlie..." You murmured softly, cutting through his panic, your tone filled with... Joy? As you set the cake aside on the counter before enveloping him in an embrace while he stood utterly frozen, "You... You did that all for me?"
"I... Of course," he said, not knowing how else to respond, yet instinctively wrapping his arms around you
You pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him and... God, your smile was radiant, "Thank you, really Charlie, thank you."
He blinked at you, all his thoughts coming to a stop as he just stared at you, "what? Why?"
"For putting so much effort into this, of course!" You quickly wiped your tears away as take a step back, turning towards the cake, looking at it like it's the best thing you've ever seen, "It looks like you put the frosting much too soon, a mistake most make really, but- wait is this my favorite cake?"
"You're not upset?" He asked hesitantly as his brain begins to slowly catch up
You simply laugh, beaming when you turn to him, "Why would I be?"
"Its not perfect, none of this is perfect..."
"and why would that matter?" You asked, casually as if you truly didn't care, fully turning around to face him, "You clearly put so much thought into this, you care enough to even do this in the first place, why would I care about anything else?"
He stood there completely stunned while you continue to simply smile at him and he didn't understand why, this was a disaster, this isn't what you deserve, but...
You were smiling at him, that utterly enchanting smile caused by him, exactly like he had wanted, and you were happy, truly happy even if it's in a way he doesn't understand, isn't that enough?
After a while he huffed out something between a laugh and a sigh, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around your waist, "You really are an angel, darling."
You simply leaned closer before swiftly grabbing his tie and pulling him into a quick kiss, cheekily pulling back when he was about to lean into it, "and you're this angel's lovely, brilliant husband. Now come on, I want to see what you made for me."
"Of course, of course, your birthday feast awaits," he said, leading you to the dining room as he holds you tighter than usual, not that you notice
And as he listened to you ramble about your day over dinner like you used to when you were both still young, that light in your eyes slowly returning day by day, he wondered what he did to ever deserve being married to someone like you
He doesn't understand you, he doesn't think he ever truly has, but as long as you're happy, as long as you're here, then everything is okay
You're together and that's the only thing that matters to both of you and he will keep it that way no matter way
Let’s say it’s been years since whatever incident happened, and the platonic yans are older and their darlings are no longer young, would the yans still act as intense as they were before or would they mellow down—hell, even stop being yan for their darlings?
Well first they would never stop being yanderes no matter how much time passes, both because their yandere-ness is pretty much tied to the people they are/became and because whatever triggered them to become yanderes in the first place will forever be seared into their minds
Julian will never chill, his dear boy broke something open in him and it refuses to close no matter what anyone does, and while he can pretend to mellow out if it bothers his son but that's all it'll be; an act, a facade, so yeah the boy is going to be forever stuck with a possessive serial killer with jealousy issues as a father
Brie might mellow out a bit intensity wise, just a bit and only if she feels that her postion as her bunny's favorite person is secure, but she would mostly remain the same in most other aspects (though she would become extremely protective when it comes to dating and such things), maybe pulling back on the babying and actually treating them their age
I think I've touched on this with Daniel before, and yeah no, like he would consciously understand that his sunshine is growing up and he should give them some independence or something like a normal parent, but it wouldn't stick in his subconscious since no matter what age his kid is he's still going to see the child he almost lost
For Leon it mostly depends on if the war is still going, his whole yandereness was pretty much born from the trauma of the war, losing his mom, and almost losing his angel, so... But even if it does end he would still carry that with him and he would definitely have at least some PTSD related to his angel's near death, so unless he gets a lot of fucking help there's only a slim chance he might mellow out
Adriel actually has a pretty decent reason to never ease up on his tendencies, that being his little one is a god damn monster and, no matter how sweet they actually are, the world had and will treat them as such, and what kind of father would ever let their child go through that? Though a part of it would definitely just be his dependency on his little one's love
I feel like Lily would have the best chance of mellowing out just for the fact that she is still a child, so while her trauma driven cling response will never go away she could possibly become the most normal out of them as she heals with her parent and best friend, though the idea of a romantic or just outside relationships for the lights of her life will still be out of the question, she doesn't want to share her family after all
I have no idea if this is a dumb ahh ask, but how would the platonic yanderes act to their child calling them any parental/platonic title (like 'dad' or in Lily's case 'daughter') for the first time? (Excluding everyone's favorite police dad bc, ya know…)
This isn't a dumb ask at all! It's quite cute to imagine
Julian would pause whatever he was doing, becoming completely still for a moment, smile frozen in place, before smoothly turning to his dear boy and answering like he would any other time but an observant eye would see the way he subtly but completely softens for a while after that
Brie would play it off at first, maybe ruffling her bunny's hair or teasing them about it, but then she would get quiet as she looks at them and asks if they really do see her as their big sister, still in her own way of course but completely vulnerable like she had never been before
Leon would immediately and visibly perk up, instantly responding to his angel and drop whatever he was doing, fully switching to soft big brother mode even if he had literally been threatening someone a second before, he wouldn't make a big deal out of it but in that moment he's simply Leon again, the boy with his mother's heart
I mean I kind of already did this with Adriel since it's kind of a plot point in his introduction and also a turning point in his story already so I'm just going to skip him
Lily would freeze up in surprise, breath hitching and her eyes immediately snapping to her parent as she goes completely still, simply staring at them for a long time, searching their expression for... Something but then after a moment she would look at them, a look showing so clearly the little girl she truly is, silently asking if they truly mean it
heloooo 🍮 here! Now- I’m a very physically affectionate person so I was wondering how the yans would be like w a reader who loves touching them. If it’s their hair by playing with it, resting arms on their shoulders or just leaning into them naturally, thank you!!
You know I hadn't really thought about it before but all of them are touched starved in some way, and I don't know if that says something about me, but anyways-
I often compare Calix to an abandoned dog clinging to the first person that showed it kindness and this is no different, he would melt, literally melt, this 6 ft super human would become like a puppy with an affectionate savior, staying perfectly still whenever they touch him like he's both savoring the moment and afraid of them taking it back, he would also position himself closer to them while acting like he isn't hoping they would do it again
While Cassimir genuinely enjoys being his beloved's punching bag, he would become putty in their hands if they consistently show him affection, the brat dissolving into a desperate man clinging to them like their a lifeline, almost like a content cat in their lap, and unlike Calix he would unashamedly demand affection and become irritated if he goes too long without it, which is a nightmare for everyone but his beloved
I think Charles might cry, like especially early on after his darling's attempt, he would be so happy and relieved that him wife still loves and is comfortable enough with him to do this, returning her affection tenfold like he should've been doing before and leaning into her touch like a fool in love, he and his wife would so disgustingly lovey dovey and he would not give a damn who was watching
Julian normally doesn't like being touched by most people, his dear boy isn't most people, I'm pretty sure I've mentioned him being very touchy before, like literally unable to keep his hands to himself with his son, and his boy returning that affection would only make it worse, he would coo at how adorable his dear boy is while keeping his son practically glued to his side
Brie would be chill... On the surface, inside she would be absolutely ecstatic, she's another very affectionate one though having more thought behind it than Julian's, so she would probably see this as permission to give even more than she already had, though she would also playfully tease her bunny like any other older sibling would but God help anyone else that does it
Oh Daniel, this would absolutely break the man in the best(?) way possible, he's pretty touchy as well but it's mostly because he needs to make sure his sunshine is actually here, so with a kid like that it might ease his mind a little, but he would also be in absolutely awe of it, going completely still whenever they lean on him like he's afraid of ruining it but slowly, he would begin to return it in those moments
Leon's entire fucking body would relax the moment his angel gives him any kind of affectionate touch, it's kind off freaky to be honest, like he would instantly lean into no matter what was happening before, and sooner or later he would begin to actively seek it out, never verbally asking for it but just being close to them until they get the message
I've kind of already made Adriel's creation pretty affectionate so I'll just elaborate on that, while he's not a naturally affectionate or even touchy person that ceases to matter around his little one, physical affection is something he had never gotten and now he desperately craves it, his need showing in small ways he wouldn't even realize, like unconsciously chasing their touch when they pull away, but he would also be the type to try and return it in his own way
Another one that might cry, Lily grew up learning that being touched, especially behind closed doors, meant danger, so it would take a while for to get used to her parent's affectionate nature but once she does she wouldn't be able to get enough of it, she would be too shy to ask for it so she would just subtly place herself within arms reach or try to earn it the same she tries to get praise from her parent
This is my ask, but how will the platonic yandere punish the reader when they're being disobedient, trying to escape and etc.
It really honestly depends on how "bad" their reader is acting since most of them are pretty tolerant to simple disobedience and, if their reader is a child, would simply default to things like time outs and stuff like that albeit some with their own spin, but an escape attempt on the other hand...
Julian, after he calms down enough to think long term again, would opt for what I call gentle isolation, locking his son in the boy's room and chaining him to the bedpost before leaving the boy alone for long periods of time, it would be warm and comfortable and so utterly quiet, he would bring warm meals at consistent times and greeting his dear boy with the same soft smile, so lovingly patient as he waits for his son to get stockholm syndrome cool down
Brie would have way less patience, but it wouldn't show, she's not the type to explode especially not at her bunny no matter how furious she is, so while it might look similar to Julian on the surface she would be much colder than him and leave her bunny in total isolation for longer, and when I say total isolation I mean it, it would be just them and the cold silence she grew up in, but when they break apologize she would go right back to a doting older sister since she missed them too
Daniel would snap if his sunshine ever tried to leave him, reminding him too much of when they had first ran away, this might actually be the only time he would be harsh with them at least for a short time, furiously scolding them for their stupidity and recklessness, he would similarly lock his child up but he would also completely strip them of any illusion of independence, immobilizing them with restraints and forcing them to rely on him for even the simplest of things
Leon would never hurt his angel intentionally, he is also mentally unstable, and in that moment of fear and desperation the only thing he can think about is how he can keep his angel with him and paired with him being much stronger than theml... lets just hope it's something that can heal, after that he would be wracked with guilt when he realizes what he's done but he wouldn't be able to bring himself to let them go, apologizing over and over again as he clings to them
Adriel is much weaker than his little one and he knows that quite well, and he also knows how many doses it would take to keep them... Weak for a certain amount of time, so once he captures his little one he would begin to routinely inject certain compounds into them, enough to deal with their monstrous strength but not enough to take them fully under, keeping them aware yet helpless to do anything, but don't worry, he'll take good care of them until they learn their lesson
Lily is the outlier since she's not the one who has authority in her relationship, but I think her "punishments" would be a lot of guilt tripping, maybe even getting her best friend on her side, and if that doesn't work then she might resort to using social pressure on her parent, but I feel like with the way I had designed her Reader the guilt tripping and emotional manipulation would be more than enough
now I’m wondering, how would the yans react w a reader who absolutely hates all their Yandere tendencies? So much so that they would leave them just to get away from how “suffocating” it all is?
— 🌨️ anon
Simple, it would trigger all hell from them, some would be willing to change a bit if it keeps their reader with them but they would still be yanderes at the end of the day
Calix would do anything to please his savior so I think if they voiced their hatred for his tendencies then he would listen and try to tone it down, would he actually tone it down? Probably not but he would try, though if his fear of abandonment, of being discarded again, is triggered then he would act on impulse, and an impulsive Calix is not good for anyone involved
Cassimir is another that has extreme abandonment issues but he would be way quicker to escalate, he would try everything he could think to win his beloved's favor or at the very least attention because he could bare his beloved's hatred as long as they keep looking at him like he's worth something but the moment they try to leave is the moment they are reminded of just how much power he holds
Charles is an interesting one since I've mentioned that he could theoretically be fixed, willing to change and discard parts of himself if he views them as a problem, so if framed just right then he would actually try to listen to his darling's grievances, it probably wouldn't work in the long run but still, though it would all just surge back anyways the moment his wife tries to leave him
Julian's reaction would depend on whether it's just the yandere tendencies his dear boy hates or if it's also the serial killer thing, if it's just the yandere thing then he would pretend to listen and tone it down... For a short time, his composure would slip eventually as it always does with his dear boy and he'll simply make sure his son has no where to run except into papa's loving embrace
Brie actually can and does act like a normal person when her possessiveness isn't triggered, but while she would try to be gentle and understanding with her bunny she wouldn't be willing to change even if she's semi aware of her obsession, she wants her bunny to accept her and they'll have all the time in the world locked away in the estate
Daniel is... delusional to say the least, justifying everything he does as protecting his sunshine so even if he tries to be understanding anything they might say goes in one ear and out the other, to him it would look like adjustment phase, and phase is the key word here, he believes that it will all pass eventually once their settled in even if he has to lock them away until then
Leon is another one that will not listen, not maliciously or because of a delusion, he is literally incapable of stopping even if he wanted to since it's partially a coping mechanism and trauma response, he hates upsetting his angel and he would try to abide by their wishes in smaller ways but they are staying with him and that is final
Adriel wouldn't know what to do, he's not delusional, he knows what he's doing would be considered wrong by most but to him it's logical given the circumstances, and he thought his little one would understand him, they always did, but he would tell himself that they'll "see reason" eventually and he'll keep them safe until they do
Lily is still young and is mostly ruled by her trauma jus in a different way than before, plus she desperately wants her parent's approval, so I think she might be able to actually change if given the right circumstances, or maybe not, but either way she is going to stay with her family no matter what she has to do to make it happen, whether it's playing nice or something more... Thorough
