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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Yep! I'm actually great despite what the daily massages I needed for the last two days might tell you. Sure, I lost the match but the fact I was able to make myself a problem for someone with more experience than me and that the difference was only by one point is honestly enough for me to consider my first time competing a resounding success
Hello..... How are you doing? Are you taking good care of yourself? It's been so long...
I have a follow up on the scenario of how Lucien would feel about his boss wanting to do pursue different things and/or if they were miserable being the boss. And I want to know why he didn't just quit his job also and go wherever his boss went.... I am sure if he were to stop working the boss would happily take care of him unless he is the reason they quit...
Hope you have a good day or afternoon or evening Or night....
-🪫anon
Oh hello! It has been quite a while hasn't it? But I'm great, thanks for asking though my neck and shoulders blades are still quite sore from the match
Anyways, as for your question it's because he wasn't using his head or really thinking at all beyond that their "abandoning" him
Lucien is not really stupid in a traditional sense, he can be pretty clever and is genuinely socially adept, but like a muscle not being used it has... Atrophied, for lack of a better word, over the years of him overly relying on his looks and charm
And pair that with his incredibly fragile emotional state for anything regarding his boss and his tendency to not think things through when he's emotional then yeah, you'd see exactly why he made so many bad decisions in his life
But I think if he like idk chilled the fuck out for a moment or his boss sat him down and helped him calm down, he would probably come to that conclusion eventually since again he's not stupid
Though the more likely scenario for that outcome would be his boss straight up offering to take him with them if he wants, unless of course he's one of the reasons they quit
Oh and just gonna throw this concept out there since I don't really have any ideas for it yet; private assistant Lucien that reads more like a boyfailure househusband than an assistant, he would be fucking ecstatic in such a close position to their personal life
I know this is my uncomfortable ask, but how would the platonic yandere deal with a reader who is oversensitive like when someone shouts or yell at them, they would hold their tears and go on a place that is private to cry and let it out of their emotions.
Oh don't worry, this isn't an uncomfortable ask at all! But as for their reactions, I don't think any of them would mind if their reader is overly sensitive since all of them so far can be pretty patient and understanding with their reader when their not being unhinged
At the same time I feel all of them would immediately feel protective anger on their reader's behalf, like even if the person didn't intend to make the reader cry, the fact that they did is reason enough for all of the yanderes
Julian would immediately notice his dear boy becoming distressed, feeling anger rising in him towards whoever dared to yell at his son as the tears well up, he wouldn't make a scene in public but he would memorize the person's face for later while very politely telling them to back the fuck off with his signature smile
But his attention would immediately be diverted when his son slips away, his head legit snapping to whatever direction his son is going, the person is momentarily forgotten as he goes after his son and the sight of his son crying in some quiet corner or something would trigger a flood of memories from his childhood, his body moving to gather up his child in his arms before his mind can catch up
He would gently hold his son as the boy cries, softly murmuring to just let it all out, papa's here, papa will make it all okay, but even as his hand rubs comforting circle on his son's back, his mind is already planning tonight's hunt
Brie would also instantly notice her bunny becoming upset but unlike Julian she doesn't have a gentleman persona she needs to uphold, she would straight up glare at whoever made her kid upset, even demanding they apologize right there, her patience quickly thining as her bunny tries to hold in their tears
Though she would immediately abandon whatever she planned to do with that person when she sees her bunny slipping away from her side, but god, just the faint sound of her bunny crying would shatter her heart, instantly by their side before they know it, kneeling in front of them and wrapping them in a gentle embrace as they bury their head in her shoulder
She's not good at comforting people, she never had to after all, but she would try her best for her bunny, letting them cry their little heart out for as long as they need while she holds them tightly, certain contacts on her phone seeming much more appealing as the seconds pass
Daniel would literally scoop his sunshine up into his arms the moment he sees the tears starting to build, glaring down the person that had the guts to raised their voice against his child, the murderous look in his eyes paired with his size and build would literally make that person fucking fear for their life in that moment
His sunshine would have to ask/beg him to take them away from there, literally anywhere else before they can't hold it in anymore, and just the sound of their voice as they held in their tears would get his body moving faster than any training ever could, that person temporarily erased from his mind as his expression softens completely the moment he looks at his sunshine
It's likely that his kid might just burst into tears in his arms, crying into his chest as he holds them, his grip gentle but firm and so carefully controlled, something in him breaking with every sob his sunshine lets out, he would quietly promise that he will take care of it, that this won't happen again
Leon would legit just step in between his angel and the other person, eerily still as he warns that person to take a step back from his angel, he's already incredibly scary for a teenage boy but the weapon in his hand definitely adds to the fear factor, and that person probably knows just as much as everyone else in the base how far he will go for his angel
His angel will definitely have to take him with them since well... I'm sure you can guess, but the minute his angel grabs his arm to drag him away the murderous aura completely vanishes, his eyes softening instantly when he sees the expression on his angel's face as they hold back their tears
He would sit beside them as their tears finally spill, holding their hand in a firm grip and squeezing gently every time they let out a sob, his broken mind would be completely focused on comforting his angel in whatever way he knows how, giving the fool that made them cry just a little more time to appreciate not being used as meat shield
Adriel is a tough one since of his whole isolated safe house thing, but I can see this happening during the last bit of his story when he was setting up his plan, unfortunately that means he won't be able to... Deal with problem like he wants, forced to grit his teeth while anger boils under his skin, logically he knows he can't risk his plan but that doesn't stop his hand from twitching at his side
But the moment he's left alone with his little one, his controlled calm crumbles while he pressed his hands against the barrier separating them, powerless as he watches them burst into tears the moment the door closes yet when they slowly approach the barrier, sitting in front of it like they used to do, still taking comfort in his mere presence even like this, he could feel something in him both soften and crack at the same time
Slowly, he would extend his hand out, pressing it flat against the barrier as he watches his little one quietly cry, powerless to do anything but be there, he'd stay like that even after his little one is able to calm themself, his body so carefully still as his mind works, father will fix everything, he'll make sure his little one never has to shed any tears again
Lily wouldn't really be able to do anything at first, or well, physically, but honestly the look in her eyes as she stares at the one that upset her parent might just be enough to scare off the offender because god, that is not a look a tiny little girl should be capable of
Her parent would probably be able hide their sensitivity better than the others just because of their age and because they don't want to distress their daughters, but she would notice anyway of course, silently following them after they had hurriedly excused themself, quickly picking up the pace when she hears their quiet sobs
I doubt she would know how to comfort her parent but she would try her best, most likely defaulting to how she comforts her best friend when the other girl cries, tightly wrapping her arms around them and whispering that it's okay now, she wouldn't let go until their actually okay, patient at their side while she mentally goes through every piece of blackmail she has on that person
I debated doing Maribel since well... Her poppet is stoic, that's literally the root of her obsession, but I think a reader that is outwardly emotionless and inwardly sensitive could work with the original idea
Maribel would go completely still the moment her little poppet slightly flinches from the raised voice, a movement so small it would so easy to miss but she doesn't, she would not cause a scene instead she would calmly approach, her smile devoid of it's usual warmth as she very politely tells the person to leave her theater
She wouldn't wait for answer, entrusting the staff to take care of it while she leads her poppet away, her hand resting on their shoulder as she guides them to her workshop, giving a light squeeze or gently rubbing their back while they so carefully keep their usual blank expression on their face
But once the door closes behind them, she'd kneel down in front of them and slowly open her arms for them, their tears finally overflowing as they crash into her arms while she immediately wrapped them in a warm embrace, softly murmuring that it's going to be okay, mother Miss Marionette is here, she'll make everything okay, that monster won't get another chance to touch her precious poppet
Oh fuck my dad was right, you really don't feel the pain inside the ring but by god do you feel the day after, like a whole section of my back is sore fuck-
There's a thunderstorm outside my house rn and it's sooo calming.
Anyway, I was curious about the yans opinions on thunderstorms? Do they get scared, do they like them etc.
Also, I hope you're having a good day/night when you read this!!
Well I certainly never heard someone describe a thunderstorm as calming but I mean, I can kind of see it I guess, anyways-
I feel like Calix is the type to find rain relaxing in some way, but I think thunderstorms would keep him on edge since his instincts have pretty much filed any sudden loud noises as a threat before he can process it, but opinion wise he's pretty neutral, neither hating or really liking it, if his savior likes it though then he'll find it nice just because it makes his savior happy
Cassimir's hates thunderstorms, thunder especially, it's loud and it comes out of nowhere, making him jump every time, but that's only half the reason, the other half would be the times he spent curled under his covers as a child, enduring the thunderstorm alone and trying to comfort himself because his family wouldn't, but his beloved might be able to change his opinion
I think Charles would've been the kid that was absolutely terrified of thunderstorms before his father made him face his fear and be a man, nowadays he's genuinely not scared of thunderstorms anymore, to him it's simply weather, nothing more, nothing less, though he does enjoy cuddling with his wife while the rain lashes against the windows
Julian doesn't really like thunderstorms, or really just rain in general, since he has too many unpleasant memories attached to rain, to the cold seeping into his bones in that basement, but I feel at least a small part would like it if only for the fact that his dear boy runs to him for protection when thunder strikes
I don't think Brie would feel any kind of way towards thunderstorms, it's literally just weather, loud weather but still, might find the sudden loud crack of thunder somewhat annoying at most when it startles her, but would change up her opinion quickly if her bunny so adorably seeks her out during a thunderstorm for whatever reason
Daniel is another one that wouldn't feel strongly about thunderstorms most of the time, though he would grow to dislike it if his sunshine is scared of thunder, just hating being unable to fix anything that made his child upset, even if a part of him absolutely basks in being the person his sunshine seeks comfort in
For Leon while he won't mind rain the thunder, especially thunder close by, would definitely trigger his PTSD, not only because it would violently remind him of the battlefield but also because, to his broken mind, it might even sound like an explosive going off, a grenade specifically, so his angel better get comfortable in his arms since their going to be there for a while
I could see Adriel either finding it kind of nice or not giving it a second thought, but I can also imagine him going from uncaring and growing a fondness for it because of his little one's curiosity for the storm, patiently explaining the hows and whys to them as the storm rages outside
Lily wouldn't be afraid of thunderstorms, she learned early that there are worst things than the crack of thunder in the world, but she would also absolutely act scared if it gets her parent and best friend to comfort her, even hiding under her parent's sheets with her best friend as they hold both of their little girls close
While Lucien is genuinely a little jumpy with thunderstorms, he would absolutely play it up if it gets him his boss' attention, exaggerating his flinches whenever thunder strikes particularly loudly, using it as an excuse to physically cling to his boss, just generally using his already perceived fragility to his advantage, but it could honestly also go the opposite way depending on how his boss is
Maribel is another one that had grown out of a fear of thunderstorms, learning how to soothe herself since no one else would, but I think as an adult she might find a little beauty in thunderstorms, maybe even getting inspiration from it, and she would happily teach her poppet to see the beauty in the storms to make them less afraid if they have a fear of it
I AM DYING FROM THE NEW CHARLIE THING OH MY GOD AGGSGSHDHFBDHDBCJCJD
I will ride on his back everywhere so I never have to be without him <3
Also!!! Can I be 💐 anon? Love your works bye!! 😘ฅ
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it so much! It took way longer than anticipated but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out
And while Charles may not be as strong as the likes of Calix or even Daniel, he would be absolutely delighted to carry his darling everywhere, to never ever be apart again, even if his back suffers. Oh the things we do for love...
Anyways, of course you can be 💐 anon! And again, thank you so much for the kind words!
Sorry if you're not taking requests at the moment. But if you are, I'd pretty please like to request a fic where Charles' darling wife is proud of his improved husbandry with her. So to show her appreciation, she attempts to throw a small surprise party or something for him while he's at work. But both fortunately and unfortunately, Charles decides to come home early and he sees the preparations she's making.
Thank you for reading my request~! Hope you have a beeee-YEOUX--tiful day.
Suprise?
So sorry for the long wait! this took way longer than I had expected, mostly because god, was my schedule fucking packed this month. It's also way longer than I had originally planned since I stubbornly refused to give up on an idea and somehow shoved in a metaphor that had no right to be a metaphor, but I think it turned out pretty well despite everything.
Disclaimer: This contains yandere themes, obsessive behavior, some possessiveness, a bit of overprotective behavior, yandere is a bit paranoid when it comes to his wife, honestly very tame and not that focused of the yandere aspect outside of a few parts
Your marriage had improved significantly in a good chunk of year, everyone could see that fact clear as day and not one of them could quite wrap their heads around it, but really how could they even begin to? You don't expect them to ever truly understand either of you, and that's fine
More than fine actually. You're not quite sure when but somewhere along the line you and your husband had become the suburbia's ideal couple, the picture perfect marriage that seemed like it came straight from a fairytale and you can admit you kind of see it honestly
Charles has basically become every woman you know's dream man and most likely the man they now wished they had married instead of their husbands, you don't know whether to laugh or cry whenever you notice other housewives staring at both of you during gatherings as he so lovingly dotes on you throughout it
But regardless, you can admit that yes, he is probably the best husband in the neighborhood, maybe even the whole town, a far cry from who he used to be, and though you hold both versions dearly to your heart, you thought you could show a bit of appreciation for his efforts
Your plan was pretty simple on paper, a small suprise dinner party with some of his family, though you did have to weed some of his more... Opinionated family members since you want him to actually enjoy spending time with his family for once, especially his mother
The day you chose was simply just another day of many with no reason to suspect anything, it was also a thursday and your husband often works longer hours on thrusday, that fact was something you could always reliably plan around since he had gotten this job and it was one you had absolute confidence in
You had already done most of the preparations in advance, buying the decorations during a shopping haul you had deliberately made sure was near impossible to sort through and coordinating plans with his family a week prior, being able to set up their arrivals approximately ten to twenty minutes before he should come home
That was quite the embarrassing affair since his older sister Nancy had cooed and awed about both of you over the telephone when you had explained your reasons for the party, but you could hear the pride in her voices as she teased her brother for being absolutely whipped for you
God, you didn't know just how much you had missed her before that phonecall, still thinking about it days later as you're looking over the finalized plan in your journal once again, you don't think you've heard her seem that... Genuinely happy since... You don't know, but you hope things get better with her husband too...
You shook your head, focus, you have a party to prepare for your wonderful husband. You flipped through the pages of your old journal, the guest list was shorter than you had hoped, his youngest sister Dorothy couldn't come because her husband won't and from what you heard from Nancy he's been a little fidgety at mention of your husband recently, and his cousins Betty and Doris weren't coming for similar reasons
But most of all, it was uncertain if his mother could make it, even if Nancy had reassured you your mother in law would love to come, you knew how his father feels about him after the... Incident during the last family gathering, the man has never liked anyone talking back to him after all...
Yet you tried to look on the bright side, Nancy's husband had taken some time off work so they could take their son Ronald as well, his younger brother Robert and his wife were bringing little Dottie over to see her uncle again, his cousin Shirley said she was coming no matter what her husband says, and his cousin Jones mentioned his wife and son offered to bring over their special lasagna bolognese and Charlie's favorite beef wellington as well so you can focus on the sides and desserts
Even if his mother might not be able to make it, you were going still going to try your damnedest to give him a great party, it's the least he deserves after all
But as you looked up from you're journal, you will admit that you perhaps had gone a bit... Overboard
Maybe it was the sight of the many plates of entries and side dishes covered by cloches sitting on the table while a clear vegetable soup simmers on the stovetop that made you realize it
Or perhaps it was the fact that you had obsessed over getting every flower perfectly aligned for thirty minutes and caused you to just barely be unable to finish decorating the dining room
You glanced at the clock, a bit more than you had planned since as much you truly appreciate his new attentiveness, you had definitely underestimated it, at least judging by the way he had seemingly watched you all morning before you finally got him go leave for work after what felt like a hundred reassurances that yes you're okay Charlie and that of course you'd tell him if something was wrong
It felt like he was seeing right through you, his gaze burning into you with a look that almost instinctively made you avert your eyes, a mix of his usual soft concern and something else, something intense, something almost close to... Fear
You shook your head again, he's just worried and you're acting certainly didn't help ease his suspicions, having gotten more rusty than you had previous thought
That's what you told yourself as you set aside your journal on the dining table and head back into the kitchen, the brownies is probably done by now and the cookies should have finished refrigerating too, and you definitely need to clean up the mess of a kitchen you made before anyone arrives
You decided to check on the cupcakes sitting on the wire rack too while you're at it, one each for everyone and hopefully tasting exactly like the cake his mother made for you and Charlie. You lightly place a finger on the center of a little cake, still a bit warm, maybe another few minutes
And as you carefully place the brownies on the counter to cool, the warm smell of chocolate and caramel filling the kitchen, you can't help but smile despite your tiredness, it's been so long since you've made his favorite brownies and you can't think of a better occasion than this
Though you will admit that you definitely used a bit too much caramel this time, oh well, at least it'll be just as sweet as your husband had become
While he might say he would love any dessert baked by you simply because you made it, you will always remember the almost childish way his eyes light up just slightly whenever you bake these brownies, before he attempts to play it off of course and you would see through it everytime
You huffed out a laugh as you slide the tray of the chocolate peanut butter and double chocolate cookies into the oven, special requests from little Dottie and Ronald respectively, wondering if perhaps you had made a mistake marrying into a family of repressed sweet tooths
Though thinking back to the trays of cookies sitting in the refrigerator, flavors ranging from simple chocolate chip and white chocolate macadamia to strawberry sugar cookies and blueberry muffin cookies, you think that maybe it was your fault for letting them help you pick out the menu for the party
You let out a quiet sigh, a mix of exasperation and fondness, you gently close the oven door before letting yourself carefully lean back against the counter
"Ugh, fuck..." You mumbled as you rubbed your temples, taking a moment to simply breathe for the first time in hours while some of the last light of the late afternoon sun shined into the kitchen
Maybe an hour, probably less, before his family arrives and soon your husband. You take a deep breath, dragging your hand down your face as you simply sit in the quiet kitchen for a while, the familiar weight of exhaustion settling over you
Yet you still can't help the small smile pulling at the corners of your mouth, your lips twisting into an exhausted, crooked smile, completely imperfect but... Real
Closing your eyes for a moment, you take a deep breath as you let the calm pass before quickly pushing yourself back up
You swiftly cleared the counter next to the wire rack, pushing aside the dirty mixing bowls to make space to place the piping bags and the various cupcake decorations you bought just for this one occasion
The cupcakes have completely cooled at this point, not even slightly warm to the touch as you gently slide the little cakes into the white decorative cupcake wrappers, each one's unique intricate pattern having been painstakingly hand drawn by you the day before
But you can't say you regret it, especially not for what you have planned for these cupcakes, even if you have to force your hands to not shake every few seconds as you carefully pipped on the white frosting
And just because you still have some leftover caramel you carefully cored a little out of the center of a few cupcakes before filling them with the caramel and topping them with frosting
Honestly, you're half convinced at this point that this is literally a genetic trait for men in his family
You forced your hands steady as you continued to frost the cupcakes one by one exactly like your mother-in-law had taught you, the elder woman's patient cadence echoed in your head, guiding you
"Not like that, dearie, just a gentle squeeze at the top, we're not trying to strangle the poor pipping bag"
You relaxed your dominant hand, holding the twisted top securely while gently applying even pressure as your non dominant carefully guides the tip along the spiral
"You need to lift the tip a little more- Yes like that, you're getting it now. Don't stop until you reach the center."
You piped an even dollop of frosting in the center of another cupcake before creating circles around the edge of the cupcake, drawing it inwards in one swift motion
"Oh don't worry if it's not perfect, just keep going. And please take a breath, dear, I fear you might turn blue any moment."
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you finish the last cupcake off with pushing the tip down slightly and quickly pulling the bag back up
But you couldn't afford to waste any time, hastily beginning to decorate the cupcakes. You don't even need a reference, the memories still fresh in your mind like it happened yesterday, even incorporating the small details to personalized each one for his family
Despite the the tremors in your hands, you carefully used the tweezers to precisely place down the tiny decorations. A few sugar pearls for Nancy, matching chocolate hearts for Robert's family, and topping Shirley's off with a strawberry
And lastly, you carefully placed two little figurine toppers on yours and your husband's cupcakes, trying to ignore how sweaty your palms feel. This needs to be perfect, after all
You finished them off with a light dusting of edible glitter on top, the gold shimmering against the white frosting exactly like it did that lovely day, quickly placing them all on a tray and carrying them into the dining room
Though not before taking the cookies out of the oven, practically throwing them on to the counter, and hastily inserting another batch, of course
The setting sun's light covered the room in a orange hue as you gently place a cupcake on the serving plate of each guest's assigned seat, carefully adjusting anything even slightly misaligned, smoothing the white table cloth or sliding a plate two inches, while you swiftly moved around the table
You took slow breath after slow breath as the clock's incessant ticking echoed through the dining room. Forty minutes, forty-five if you're lucky. You can work with that. You've worked with less before without half of the unfamiliar lightness in your chest
You'll need to finish the decorations first, make a few adjustments too because maybe it's just you but you swear that banner is leaning a bit to the right, and you can clean the kitchen while the next batches of cookies bake, then you can probably cut and plate the brownies just as his family arrives
"Yeah, still enough time." You muttered firmly to yourself, not noticing how tightly you were holding the tray as you placed the last cupcake down, each tick of the clock echoing through the quiet house, "Plenty of time-"
A faint, muted whir of an engine easing into the driveway abruptly fractured the monotonous ticking, soon followed by the heavy thud of a car door and crisp footsteps quickly marching up the walkway
The front door clicked open, and then there was no time at all
"Darling, I'm home!" Charlie's voice rang through the hall, the faint thump of his shoes against the floor feeling like it echoed against the walls as you heard the door gently shut
Every muscle in your body seem to freeze at that moment, leaving you helplessly staring at the doorway to the front hall as your mind raced, a mix of panic and confusion staining your thoughts
What the fuck. Why is he back? It's not even- he shouldn't have come home for at least another hour. Nothing is ready. You're not ready. Shit. What do you do now? He's going to see, he's going to-
"Darling?" He called down the hall, you could hear the faint rustling fabric as he takes off his coat while his voice still carrying that gentle tone yet there was an almost... Strained quality to it at your seeming absence
You didn't respond, didn't even move an inch as you heard his footsteps draw closer through the hall, continuing to call you as worry quickly seeped into his voice, "Darling? Darling, are you there?"
"Da- Wait... Why does the house smell like- Is that chocolate and... Caramel...?" He said as if his brain had somehow only just registered the scent, the quiet thumping of his shoes now rapidly approaching the dining room, "Darling? Are you in there-..."
"Uhh, suprise?" You said, the words coming out half a nervous laugh and half resigned acceptance
He stared at you from the doorway, you just stared back at him, then his gaze slowly moved through the room, at the decorations and the very familiar combination of flowers, at the white banner with gold lettering above your head, at the many covered dishes neatly arranged on the table, before drifting on to the cupcakes
His eyes immediately lit up with recognition as they suddenly dart between all the mini cakes, at all the little details you knew he would remember, and finally landing on your's and his, staring at them with wide eyes as if he's unable to look away
"Oh..." He began softly, almost breathlessly, his tone filled with utter awe as he took in the sight, "Is that... Are those cupcakes replicas of our wedding cake?"
You nodded slightly, carefully picking up your cupcake, your husband's eyes following the little figurine bride sitting perfectly on top, before you gently pull down the white wrapper, the lace pattern of your wedding dress drawn in gold to the best of your ability, "They're your mother's recipe too."
He stared at the little cake in your hand, absolutely transfixed by the simple baked treat, before he took a step closer, then another, and another, crossing the room before either of you registered it as his eyes stayed glued to the cupcake
"Darling..." He breathed out, gazing down at the cupcake with a bright, almost childlike joy in his eyes as he so carefully took the cupcake with both hands, "This is... This is beautiful..."
You couldn't help the slight blush spreading across your face at his words, a shy smile forming on your face despite everything, "Yeah... It is, isn't it? Probably my best ones yet. Though, I'm clearly no cupcake wrapper designer"
"I'll have to disagree with you there. I think it's the best I have ever seen," He spoke softly, his tone completely sincere and utterly impossible for you to brush off or deflect, especially as he held the cupcake like it was the most precious thing in the world
"Oh hush you", you said as the red on your cheeks deepened, a soft giggle escaping you despite yourself
He paused for a moment, his head perking slightly at the bright sound that came from your mouth, and just watching you as something flashed across his face before he seemed to remember himself
"It truly is, darling, all of this is, but... I don't understand" He looked around the room again, fully taking it in with a mixture of admiration, confusion, and growing nervousness, "What's all this for exactly? I don't recall anything special happening today or... Oh dear, I didn't forget something important, did I, darling?"
"No, no, no, it's not that," you quickly said, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "It's... It's a surprise party- or well, it was supposed to be a surprise party anyways..."
You let out a quiet sigh while he looked back at you with that soft worried gaze as he gently set aside the cupcake, patiently waiting for you to continue and really, might as well at this point
You picked up your journal off the table, faintly hearing him take a sharp breath at the sight of the object back in your hands before you quickly flipped through the pages, "I wanted this to be like those themed dinner parties your mother hosts sometimes for family gatherings, just... Without the parts that would cause us to leave early"
"I know how much you've been missing your family lately, and I wanted you to be able to spend time with them without having to worry about me," You paused as you stopped on the page holding the plan for the party, looking back up at him with a small smile and holding out the book for him, "I wanted you to have one night where... Where you all feel like an actual family."
He stared at you, slowly processing your words, his eyes slowy drifted down to the journal, hesitating for a moment as something flickered across his face for half a second before he slowly took the journal
He held the journal with both hands, his grip both careful and loose at the same time as you noticed the slightest tremors in his hands, and without thinking, you stepped closer, standing close beside him and leaning into his side as you began to explain the plan you had spent days preparing for
And you pretended not to notice the tension gradually leaving his shoulders while you talked, your voice filling the previously quiet house
"And little Dottie wanted to throw petals at you when you walked into the dining room," You giggled softly, resting your head against his shoulder, "Robert even suggested that Nancy throw a bouquet at you too in 'honor' of her wedding flowers smacking you in the face during the bouquet toss."
You flipped the page as you took a glance at him, his expression softened into something almost achingly tender while you recounted the conversations you had with his family over the past few days, the tension in his jaw having melted away, his lips parting slightly as a silent, almost disbelieving sigh escaped him
He stared at the pages of your journal, his usual composure gone, replaced with a wide eyed astonishment as you watched his eyes carefully go over every line of text, yet you also noticed the deep confusion etched into the slightest furrow of his eyebrows
"Is something wrong, Charlie?" You finally asked, your voice soft yet still abruptly snapping him out of whatever was going on in his head
He immediately gave you a smile, almost automatically, but faltering just slightly at the look of gentle concern on your face, his voice coming out hesitant while still carrying the gentleness it always does, "I suppose I just... Don't understand why"
You blinked, "What do you mean?"
"Just... Why? Why go through all this trouble for me?" He said quietly, fully turning to you, "please don't misunderstand me, darling, it's so sweet of you to plan all of this and I love it, truly, I do, but... Why?"
"Because I thought you earned it," You said simply with a slight tilt of your head as you gave him a small smile
He stared at you for a while as he tried to process your words, "Pardon?"
You shrugged slightly, "Well, I thought I ought to show my husband some appreciation for all he's done lately, and one special night with your family felt like the least I could do."
"I... But I don't... You think I... I deserve this much from you?" He asked quietly, his voice raw as any remnant of his composure evaporated, seemingly not noticing how tightly he was clutching your journal, "After what I had done to you?- almost drove you to do?"
"Of course I do," You immediately said, the words coming out soft and without any hesitation as you met his gaze, looking directly at the mix of emotions flickering too fast for you to read storming in those wide eyes
You took a small step towards him, closing whatever space was left between you and reaching your hand up to gently cup his cheek as you gave him a soft smile, a real smile, "I've already forgiven you a long time ago, Charlie, and you've kept proving to me that you deserve it every single day."
"I mean, just this morning you nearly rearranged your whole schedule for the week just because you noticed I seemed to be having a slightly off day," Your smile widened slightly as you thought back to the memory, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb, "And that's just one of thousands examples you've given these past months. If that isn't a husband that's worthy of all of this, then I don't know what is."
He stayed silent for a moment, almost frozen, his eyes locked on to you with an almost laser focus as his mouth opened and closed, searching for the right words and finding none that would be nearly enough
You simply continued to hold his gaze with a steadiness completely absent in his, a soft smile on your face as you patiently waited
Then, as if a dam breaking, his breath hitched in his chest, forcing out a quiet breath through his parted lips, half a soft breathless laugh and half a trembling exhale. His eyelids fluttering as his eyes slowly glazed over, gazing at you with something almost akin to... Reverence?
But before you could think about it, he placed a hand over yours, pressing against his face and turning his head just slightly into it as he took a shaky inhale, breathing in your scent with the lingering smell of cake
You didn't even notice that he had placed your journal down until you felt his other arm wrapped around your waist before he pulled you closer into a gentle embrace
"Oh my darling," He sighed out, nuzzling slightly into your hand as his other one rested on your waist, "I don't know what I did to deserve being your husband..."
He huffed out a quiet laugh as he continued to gaze at you with utter grateful adoration, "I'm not worthy of an angel like you. I never was"
"You are." You interrupted, your voice firmer than either of you had ever heard as you reached up with your other hand, cupping his face in your hands and gently turning his head, making him look you directly in the eye, "You are, Charlie."
He let out another shaky breath, blinking away the heavy feeling of unshed tears as he shook his head slightly, "A literal angel..."
"Your angel," You said with a soft smile as you looked up at him
"Yes..." He spoke quietly, his tone gentle but with an edge you can't quite read as something flashed across his face for a moment before he smiled, "My angel. Mine. Only mine..."
You only continued to smile at him, even as something about the look in his eyes, the utter adoration with an intensity bordering on something far deeper, made a heavy feeling settle in your gut
Yet as he slightly nuzzled his face into your hands, his soft smile one of absolutely happiness at this simple touch from you, that feeling seemed ridiculous. Your husband just loves you alot, clearly. And you're over here worrying about it. Ridiculous.
Shaking your head slightly, you attempted to take a step back as you lowered you hands from his face, huffing out a quiet laugh when he instinctively tightened his grip
And though you would love to stay surrounded by the warmth of your husband, you do still have work to. Rolling your eyes fondly, you spoke with a mixture of amused fondness and exasperation, "Oh come on, Charlie, I still need to finish setting everything up before your family arrives"
"Absolutely not, darling," He immediately responded, his tone both simultaneously gentle and firm as he pulled you back into his embrace, "Don't think I didn't notice how exhausted you are. I'll handle it, you just take a seat and relax, okay?"
"Charlie, I'm fine, really, I'm just a little tired," You said exasperatedly as you wriggle free from his ever increasing grip, smiling despite yourself, "Plus, what kind of wife would I be if I let my beloved husband set up his own party while I sat back?"
He didn't say anything for a while, simply looking down at you in his arms while you stubbornly tried to escape his hold to no avail yet still kept trying anyways. He let out an exhale after a moment, huffing out a quiet laugh as he shook his head fondly, "Oh alright, but I'm at least helping you."
"But you're supposed to be the guest of honor, you shouldn't have to-"
"Darling, please, I insists." He said firmly, his voice and smile still carrying his usual loving gentleness even as his tone leaves no room for argument
You paused, as if considering, as if you don't know for certain that he will not be moved about this, before letting out a sigh, "Fine, I suppose having some extra hands won't hurt."
But even still, you can't help the smile forming on your lips at his little triumphant grin before he quickly smoothed it out into his regular smile, letting out a soft giggle despite yourself before taking a glance at the clock, "Well then, now that that's settled, we should probably get started before anyone arrives-"
A gentle knock on the door interrupted you, cutting through the peaceful atmosphere of the house and nearly making you jump in suprise as you felt his grip instantly tightening around you
"Oh, well speak of the devil, looks like someone's early," You quickly recovered as you glanced at the doorway leading to the hall, though the same could not be said for your husband, "Charlie- let go, you're crushing me a bit."
He froze, seemingly just realizing how tightly he was holding you, like the world might suddenly snatch you away if he isn't careful. He hesitated for a moment before finally letting go, his voice immediately remorseful even as his hands hover infront him, "Oh, I'm so sorry, darling, I didn't mean to hold on so tight,"
"It's alright, Charlie, really, we were both startled," you reassured as you fixed your clothes, dusting yourself off and smoothing the fabric before another gentle knock echoed through the hall, "I should probably be the one to answer. Could you be a dear and finish up the decorations here while I explain the change of plans to them?"
"Of course, darling," He said warmly, his usual smile already back on his face as he quickly regained his composure, "I'll see to it that everything is exactly to your beautiful vision."
You let out an amused huff, the corners of your mouth pulling upwards before you turned and began walking away, "Oh you with your sweet words."
"Not as sweet as you," He instantly called after you as you walked out of the dining room
You rolled your eyes fondly, your grin so wide with almost hurt. You truly do have the best husband in town, so caring, so sincere, just so... Perfect so perfect you could almost forget the weight of his gaze lingering on you until you were completely out of his line of sight
But, it's such a shame you weren't able to give that suprise, that you won't be able to see his face after so suddenly seeing his family, the shock melting into something unguarded, the way his smile might've softened or widened, and maybe, just maybe, you could've seen him lose the constant tension he had been carrying, at just for a moment
Shaking your head, you hurried down the hall as you smoothed your hair and adjusted your clothing one last time
Sure, you can't give him that suprise anymore, but you'll still sure as hell give him the best night you can
You paused in front of the hallway mirror, quickly checking your reflection and making a few final adjustments since this is his family after all
Tonight is his night and you're going to make sure he feels like it is, suprise or not, no matter what else happens
"Yes, yes, I'm coming!" You quickly called out before you came to a stop in front of the front door, dusting yourself off one last time as you turned the door knob, "Hello, welcome! I'm glad you could make-"
The words died on your tongue the moment you opened the door, your eyes going wide, bulging slightly, while your lips parted, a sharp gasp escaping you before you could stop yourself
"You... You came..." You murmured, barely above a whisper, nearly forgetting how to breathe for a second as you took in the sight of her bathed in the evening glow, her greying honey blonde hair still shining in the light as her warm blue eyes met yours, still as beautiful as ever
"Good evening, dearie. I do hope I'm not too late for the suprise," His mother said, her voice as soft and warm as her tired eyes, gazing at you with the same warmth you remember, "You look well, I assume my son has been taking good care of you then?"
She let out an amused, fond giggle, her smile radiant despite the bone deep exhaustion that had settled into her decades ago, "But please do take a breath, my dear, I don't think that much blue will suit you."
A faint laugh escaped you as your lips slowly twisted into a disbelieving smile, "You're came..."
Perhaps you could still give your husband a joyous suprise tonight after all
Sorry if you answered this already (I don't think you have?), but what are the yans ages? Or is it just up to us?
It's really up to you guys interpretation of them, especially for the romantic yanderes but I can give like a vauge age range for them
The romantic yanderes mostly depend on their reader's age since I'm not really a fan of a significant age gap
I usually imagine Calix and Charles being the reader's age whatever that might be, while Cassimir, maybe Lucien as well depending on how I'm feeling, are a bit younger, but again it's up to how you all see them
As for the platonic yanderes, they have more concrete ages but again it's up to how you view them
I tend to think of Julian and Adriel being somewhere in their mid twenties, and Daniel leaning more towards late twenties to early thirties, while Maribel is in her thirties
Brie is maybe 16 or 17, just generally nearing college age, while Leon is in his mid teens depending on how long you guys think he's been in the war
Lily is pretty young, I usually put her somewhere in between 8-12, never really higher or lower
But honestly I've never really thought about their ages beyond like young child, teen, adult or older adult, so it really just depends on your idea of their characters and how you receive their vibe
Are you still gonna do the more about them for your recent oc's? Absolutely love your writing btw
Yes actually, Leon's and Adriel's have been sitting in my drafts for a while though I really can't guarantee when they might be posted since I tend to work on them on and off whenever I need a break from whatever main thing I'm currently working on, but I do plan to do them for my newer ocs eventually
Well, I mean, most of them won't mind, I guess, actually I'm pretty sure a certain few are very much enjoying this, maybe a bit too much... But at least their having fun? Though some would definitely appreciate if you don't get too much of a mess on them but hey they won't exactly stop you if it makes you happy
How would the platonic yanderes react to (younger) darling coming home, covered in bruises, which would either mean they were being bullied or got into an accident,,, whichever is fine, im actually rllyy curious, esp for Daniel’s
Since you specified a younger darling I'm gonna assume you don't want Lily, but anyways, it's simple really, all of them would have a heart attack and/or take care of the perpetrator if there is one
Julian would cross the room faster than both him and his dear boy could process, instantly kneeling down and worriedly checking his son over while his controlled facade just cracks down the middle as he practically exudes murderous rage, yet his voice would remain soft as he gently guides his son to the bathroom to treat the boy's injuries
If it was an accident and no one's fault, his dear boy better say so quickly before he goes on an impromptu hunt, but despite the many emotions clawing in his chest he would attempt to stay calm for his son's sake, softly murmuring comforting words as he tends to the boy's bruises, though his dear boy is definitely not leaving his side for a while
But if there was someone responsible? Well, just say the town is going to learn just how brutal and sadistic The Fallvalley Hunter can truly be with this new case and then he'll return right on time to cook his dear boy's favorite dish with a soft smile on his face
Brie would completely freeze at the sight of her bunny so bruised, her expression crumbling into a mix of terror and heartbreak, nothing like the cruel queen of her school as she stares at her kid for a moment longer before the floodgates open, instantly rushing to them and crouching down in front of them as she asks what happened, her voice would be calm, the look in her eyes is not
If it was accident, some of that... Intensity would loosen for a moment before she carefully scoops them up and calls her family's trusted physician, she has no experience with this sort of stuff and she's not taking any chances with her bunny, but in the meantime she would give them painkillers and soothed them as best she can as they wait, all while silently considering giving her bunny a bodyguard or two, you know just in case
And if it wasn't an accident then while her bunny is getting treated by the physician she's going to be making a couple more calls to... Certain connections her family has, they'll be sure to take care of it while she's busy cheering up her bunny
Daniel, oh Daniel, he might just have a heart attack or immediately see red, whichever comes first really, he would immediately pick up his sunshine before they even get to step foot into the house, checking over his child with both the efficiency of a man in his line of work and panic of a father who almost lost everything once
Even if were an accident then someone is getting fired or worse because he gave them one fucking job and they failed miserably, he'll be absolutely ripping those officers to shreds over the phone and immediately hang up the minute he walks in earshot of his sunshine, returning to their side with his personal, fully stocked medkit, gazing at them so softly as if their the most fragile and precious thing in the world, as if he's definitely not planning to lock them in the house for a while
Now if it wasn't an accident then not only are those officers absolutely getting fired there is also going to be a missing person no matter who it is, he'll definitely justify it to himself later but for now he's more focused on making sure his sunshine doesn't have to lift a single finger
Leon might just get traumatic flashbacks to the last time his angel was badly hurt, immediately grabbing them and pulling them close to his chest, as if trying to shield them from a threat that is no longer there, even threatening anyone that comes even an inch too close as he takes them to a medic
Even if it was accident He still won't calm down, his near unblinking, unwavering gaze utterly terrifying the medic tending to them while he holds his angel's hand through it, gently squeezing it everytime they wince in pain and even softly murmuring reassurances to them as if he didn't make the poor medic flinch moments ago, though fair warning, he's not gonna be letting go anytime soon
If it wasn't an accident, well... Let's just say the next time he and his angel are sent into the battlefield he's going to accuire a new... Tool to protect his angel with while they do their job, a tool that is becoming increasingly red as we speak
The only way I can imagine this happening with Adriel is like after his little one somehow sneaks out of the safehouse for whatever reason, maybe escape or maybe they just wanted to see the world their so curious about, but either way any thoughts of punishing them evaporate the moment his little one walked through the door in that state, he would immediately rush to them, wasting no time as he pulls them into the safehouse to begin treating their bruises, his hands shaking slightly as he grips theirs
If it was an accident then after first finishing patching them up, his little one is in for one hell of a lecture, scolding them for their stupid decisions and asking them what they were even thinking, but he would also make sure their okay and try his best to comfort them, telling them how worried they made him as he holds them yet listening attentively as they recount their adventure, the syringe glinting in the light for a second, just something to numb the pain along with well... They'll find out later
And if it wasn't an accident then after he um... Puts his little one to bed, he'll make a little trip to wherever they had visited and... Permanently silence any witnesses before the silly rumor of a monster spreads further, and a little special hell awaits those foolish enough to touch his creation
Maribel would be absolutely horrified immediately abandoning whatever she was doing and running up to them, kneeling Infront of them before frantically examining their bruises, she would keep calm for her poppet's sake, murmuring that everything will be okay as she gently guides them into the theater
If it was an accident then that would do nothing to calm her nerves, outwardly she would seem almost calm, comforting her poppet as she patches them up and reigning in her staff who are considerably less calm, but inwardly something in her frayed, she's just... Extremely worried, they shouldn't go back to that empty house in this state, they shouldn't have to be alone, actually why don't they stay with her a while? She's sure their parents won't mind, and if they do well, she can be very convincing
Now it it wasn't an accident then she'll... Handle it, have little talk with them, clear up any... Misunderstandings, she can be very persuasive and no one would ever suspect Miss Marionette of even being capable of doing such a thing after all, then she'll return to her poppet's side like nothing happened, laughing along as her staff plays with her poppet
So wanted to give a little update on the progress of the requests I'm currently working on and just what's been going on lately, so here goes I guess (kinda rambly tbh)
For the requests, the fic about Charles' wife throwing him a suprise party to show appreciation for his improvement and stuff is almost finished, currently writing the last bit and just need to edit it a little after, the platonic yandere vamp couple and a chase scene with Julian are also in the works right now, and hopefully I'll be able to open up requests again sometime in the next couple weeks once things calm down
As for the other stuff, honestly, it's been kinda hectic lately, not exactly chaotic, just the type where time feels like it's actively slipping from your fingers y'know? since I have a few important things coming up IRL as in this fucking month which then led to a series of vaguely related events and choices that cause my bitch of a period to hit me like a train a week late, got me sick again, and made me find out that the wrong type of bread can apparently make my shit liquid, but thankfully most of that has passed so I'll hopefully be a bit more active on here now!
Anyways, love you all! Have a great whatever time day it is!
How do the romantic yans react to a reader with a praise kink?
I'm pretty sure they all could be technically classified as worshipful yanderes in one way or another since that's just what I'm into, so I think it would work well with all of them
Calix isn't really the type to really care that much about this sort of thing and is generally onboard for whatever his savior wants, probably simply accepting it and not thinking about too much unless relevant or when he's stays up late at night thinking about how to keep being useful to his savior
For a man of few words, he can be surprisingly vocal, he just can't help it you know? To him there's no greater honor than pleasing his savior, he would go on and on about their perfection in between moans like he's reciting some gospel, thanking them over and over for making him feel so good until the words lose blur together into near incoherence as he continues to moan out about just how perfect they are to him, how much he loves them and to keep going until he can't think about anything but them
When Cassimir is being a little brat he might tease his beloved about it just to rile them up, but he would quietly file that fact away in his head as another potential method to keep his beloved's eyes on him both in and outside the bedroom
During the act itself it could go two ways with him, when he's soft and pliant he would absolutely lavish them with praise, telling them how good their taking care of him and that their absolutely amazing at this. Then there's the little shit, almost mockingly making them work for a single word of praise, even asking them if that's all they got sometimes, but that's an easy enough fix and soon he'll be blabbering about how good their making him feel, how good they look on top of him, and begging them to please not stop
Charles is another one that doesn't exactly think about this stuff, though mostly because his very conservative beliefs but also because he genuinely thinks it's disrespectful to think about his wife that way outside of the deed, but I think his reaction would be pretty mild and accepting since it's not too... Out there so to speak and he actually would understand it
He just adores his wife and wouldn't hold any of it back even if he feels a bit embarrassed at being the submissive one, probably be a little shy and awkward at first but every word out of his mouth is completely, embarrassingly, soft and sincere, but don't be fooled by that polite mouth of his, the closer to edge he gets is another layer of that filter gone, describing in surprising detail for man with half his mind gone exactly how good it feels to submit to her
Lucien would probably pair best with that kind of reader out of all them since that's practically his base behavior, he would probably playfully tease them, not mocking, just his usual flirting but internally he would immediately think about ways he could use that to seduce and please his boss, what words he should use and what tone would work best
Now he has a lot of experience being exactly what his partner's find appealing, probably having a few exes that liked having their ego stroked, in theory he should know exactly what to do, yet it all falls apart with his boss like it always does, he would practically shower them in praise and worship while they fuck him into the ground, and every word would be said with absolute sincerity, no one has ever made him feel the way they do, no one even comes close, keep going please, he needs this so much, please
I thought I was ready for Zombie Stage, I was not. Like wow, I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that Alien Stage was a warm up, but seriously, god damn it's so much worse in the best ways like some parts actually made me genuinely uncomfortable in a way no piece of media has made me feel in such a long time.
I loved how we got more of Sua since, at least from what I saw when I was in the fandom, a lot of people see her as just a part of Mizisua which is such a shame since she's a pretty interesting character to me, love how they showed the unhealthiness of her attachment to Mizi as well, and don't even get me started on Mizi, they nailed her design and really made it clear what they were going for with this just by looking at her alone, the symbolism is being shoved in our faces and I love it, I'm holding off on forming an opinion on her until we learn more but right now I definitely feel sorry for her, used and sexualized even after her mind is (seemingly) gone
I'm so scared and excited for how their gonna show Ivantill and the male side of the idol industry, especially with Luka, but I'm gonna call it now, Ivantill's crowd is gonna be a bunch of crazy yaoi fangirls or at least obsessive fangirls for Ivan, but I'm willing to put my money on the former
And Hyuna! I'm so ready to get more of her since like Sua I think she gets reduced a lot to her own ship way too much or just sidelined sometimes, and she's just one of my favorite characters in the entire cast in general
Really, I just love how they're being so unsubtle with the symbolism and themes, not shying away from showing just how rotten and genuinely terrifying the idol industry is in a more explicit way than Alien Stage
But overall, I think we can agree that this gonna be way scarier than Alien Stage, god I swear I cringed everytime those sweaty old men were on screen, but I have to ask, why couldn't we get a cute high school AU? Though I'm definitely not complaining
How would Casimir react to a reader who has old scars to when he was still a dick to them and he would get servants in trouble so they would get punished would he feel guilty would he not care?
He would definitely feel incredibly guilty, but it would only be because it's his beloved and literally nothing else
Even if he may be somewhat sympathetic with his backstory and stuff, he's still a spoiled little shit that had never faced a single consequence in his life and actually has zero care for people outside of himself and his beloved
That being said, he also genuinely loves his beloved and his heart would drop the moment he sees their scars before demanding they tell him who did this to them and well...
No matter how his attendant said it to him, whether they still hold anger against him for it or if they let it go for whatever reason, something in him would break hearing that he was the reason their perfect body was marred, his face twisting into an expression of pure broken remorse that looks nothing like the spoiled prince
He would do anything to earn their forgiveness or at least something close to it, whatever they want he'll do it with no exceptions. Want him to grovel and beg like some pathetic dog? He's already on his knees before they finish their sentence. Want him to humiliate himself in front of the entire court including his father? Say no more. Want to get revenge on him? Inflict the same pain they suffered? He would not hesitate, his body is theirs anyways after all
Outside of that though, he would be almost unbearably gentle with their scars, his expression immediately crumbling whenever he catches even a glimpse of their scars, and even if they allow him he would almost be terrified of touching their scars, as if he might break something at any moment
But while his guilt is real and genuine, he also doesn't feel any shame about his shitty behavior, he regrets the specific actions that caused his beloved to be scarred, and he probably apologized a thousand times for how he treated them even before knowing about their scars, but the fact that other servants also suffered barely registers to him
His beloved can beat him all they want, make him bleed, give him the very same scars he made so many carry, he'll take it all without complaint, even show his marks for all the empire to see if they want him to
And he'll sincerely try to make up for all the pain he had caused but if that includes anyone else other than them? Well, he'll try for them, I guess, but it'll be up to them if his... "Attempts" even count
