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Omg zv5x... You're back... And with hetalia too 😭 I'm starting to feel afraid that we're the same person BC being into hetalia madness combat breaking bad and batman (2022) is crazy 😭
I think I might be sending waves to your brain, anon. Oopsies… hashtag guilty!
Would you consider writing some yandere Howard Hamlin headcanons?
Generalized (Yandere) Headcanons
Howard Hamlin
WARNINGS: use of the yandere trope, abuse of power dynamics, implied infidelity, toxic dynamics
Short Author's Note: I had to ponder for a bit on this one (not for the three years I was gone, lol, but I was working on this since late last night) because I soak up Howard’s golden boy aura like a sponge, so it’s hard for me to see him in even the slightest negative light. Silly me. Also, sorry if this is a bit OOC. I haven’t given Better Call Saul a sit-down watch in a hot minute, so I’m going mostly off of recent memory and educated assumptions here. Before I begin, I would like to highlight an aspect of Howard’s character that I always found extremely interesting. Bringing it back to Breaking Bad, I am consistently reminded of Skyler White. Much like Skyler, practically everything Howard does and says is “right” by most standards. However, because the main character simply doesn’t like them or sees them as an obstacle, they’re framed as the worst thing to ever grace this ungodly Earth. The same way Skyler is seen as the voice of irrational condemnation rather than what she is (the voice of reason/morality), Jimmy’s jealousy towards Howard’s status, charisma, and the respect he gained from Chuck is painted by him as a flaw in Howard’s character. This has nothing to do with the request, really, more to do with Howard as a whole, but it’s just something I wanted to mention.
Bravo, Vince!
It was an opportunity you never believed would be within reach. Not in this lifetime, not in any. Not even a year ago, you had fought your parents tooth and nail for the opportunity to go to law school rather than take up a meaningless, dime-a-dozen job lined up for you at the family store. It took months, years even, but they relented, and here you stood. The graduating class was small, but the group who managed to pass the bar was even smaller. Somehow, someway, you passed it on your first try. You became an instant enigma from that point forward, the envy of your peers. It was no surprise when you were among the first to be sent an invitation to a success celebration. You looked deeper at the information provided, and the name of the guest speaker was almost enough to make you drop your laptop. You couldn’t have raced to that party any faster than the day it came. When the end of the speech came, and Howard Hamlin went around shaking hands and offering short, polite words, your hands shook as he reached out for one of them. Someone in your position should feel a bit juvenile having a 'hero', but Howard certainly fits the definition of one.
You most certainly made him feel like a hero, eagerly taking his hand and, shaking it with a tad too much vigor, spilled out words of praise and awe. These were words that would embarrass you later, but ones that felt almost natural. You meant every word you said. You followed cases, glued to the screen whenever Howard was involved. He was oddly receptive to this praise, reveling in it even. You almost thought it was a prank or a jest with how quickly he took you into his firm. As if the countless other embarrassments were not enough, you sobbed. He held you, rubbing your back with a hesitant hand and reassuring you that you’d make a great fit for his firm. After all, he could use a fresh perspective. He's seen his fair share of sparkling eyes, for sure, but this was different. It was…
Howard’s attachment should have been obvious in the grand scheme of things. The same way you saw him as this unattainable beacon of light, he saw you as an even brighter pillar. He was insistent that you join his firm, yes, but he was a bit more apprehensive at first. A man of a sound mind and clear convictions, he normally wouldn’t give anyone such a generous offer straight out of law school. He’d wait for them to build up a reputation, and even then, he wouldn’t outright invite them. They’d apply for a job when their resume is nice and fluffy, and one of Howard's many workers would take things from there. You, however, got specialized treatment. He couldn’t exactly figure out why he felt so inclined, and that might have been part of the attachment: the interest. Howard spent hours at his desk, wrapping his head around the situation, as you unpacked your boxes in your office with a determined glint in your eye. You were none the wiser, but your new boss currently had his head in his hands. A small part of him scolded his brain for his premature decision, droning on about how his decision would prove itself to be detrimental, that this would blow up in his face. The larger, more enamoured part refused to believe that. To land this spot, to catch his interest, there had to be something about you.
Toxic positivity might be a good term for what would soon transpire. Howard expected the best of you, as he did with every lawyer working under him. However, it soon became clear that your treatment in this firm was a tad more focused. Hyperfocused, if you will. Much to the annoyance of your peers, the largest, most daunting cases seemed to fall right into your lap. They’re all your responsibility. For a mind so fresh and clean of any real experience, your heart was in your throat, and swallowing it meant death. He could see the tremor in your posture, the shifting nervousness on your face, and he took it upon himself to personally guide you. It was his job as your boss, afterall, to steer you in the right direction. Elongated speeches with the message of “you can do it!” became the new normal, pushing you forward with vigor, then carrying you like a bride. Did Howard like seeing you squirm? No, absolutely not. He’d be a madman to take pleasure in such a thing. He doesn’t like your discomfort, but he did feel an odd tightness in his chest at the sight of you running to him for reassurance, tears building up in your eyes. It was cute, in a strange, guilty way, and he was more than happy to place a hand on your shoulder, tell you just how great you’ve been doing, and send you on your way. He liked seeing you succeed. He liked seeing the jury turn in your favor; he liked it whenever a press release called you a prodigy of the law. They weren’t wrong in calling you that, either. You were all of that and more, and it was he who had you.
He wasn’t quite sure when things began to change, if they ever did at all, and he just didn’t notice it until now. Howard was more than happy to give you special attention; that much was clear. He liked it. He really, really liked it. More than anything else in this building, he liked you. Perhaps it was the isolation that can only be found at the top, or a dry, unfulfilling home, but you were quickly overtaking his brain. It felt so juvenile, though it felt “right” just as much. He felt a bit evil in this regard, but he began to realize exactly what he was to you. A boss. A boss with inherent power, inherent influence. It would be so easy to take even more of your time. He wasn’t sure why, but even just looking at you pleases him. Even more pleasing was your voice, being, and presence. He was practically twiddling his thumbs as he asked you, as if he were asking for something outwardly scandalous. Howard wanted to take you out to dinner, a business dinner (he promises, swearing to you he has no ulterior motives), to discuss recent happenings. You pushed back a bit at first, as it sounded almost otherworldly to sit at the same dinner table as him, let alone have him pay, but he pushed forward, until you found yourself succumbing to his request.
Dinner was nice, you supposed. He was a gentleman, with every letter of that word accounted for. You couldn’t help but notice how he looked at you, though. If you squinted, you could even make out the slightest red tint blossoming on his face. You could’ve sworn you saw him make an effort to hide his wedding band as well, but you couldn’t be sure, could you? You quickly shook that idea away. No way, no how. But…you had to admit…
Howard’s behaviors seemed to rapidly escalate. Cases came to you in droves before, but they came in floods now. This, inevitably, strengthened the glue that held Howard to your side. He couldn’t have his best asset slacking off, right? That’s what this is. That’s what this is about. That’s exactly what the cameras placed inside your office are about, as well. He’s not a pervert or a stalker. No, God no. Those are the kinds of people that he absolutely detests. That’s not him. No, these are just assurances. He’s monitoring you, keeping close watch. Nothing more, and certainly nothing less. By this point, his office acts as your second one, especially when he feels the need to shield you from the glares of your coworkers. Of course you can use his office to store some paperwork. It’s no wonder your own cabinets are filled with how hard you work. He’s been zoning out a bit whenever he speaks to you, as awful as he feels for that. It’s hard to even think about you without slowly drifting away to the thought of whisking you away, marrying you, settling you down in his bed with his last name. If he had his way, you’d never leave the house, let alone have to work. God, work. What is someone like you doing here? Your brain is unmatched, that much is for sure, but you’re straining it. But you’re such a hard worker. Your brain is a machine, one that he’s not sure how he’s been able to live without all this time. He could draw your face by pure memory at this point, and he can’t help but wonder if the two of you ever—
You might as well have snapped in his face, snapped him the hell out of…whatever this was, but you didn’t dare. He always liked that about you. You expected respect, sure, but you were more than happy to give it. You just tilted your head and asked if he was alright. He huffs out a quick apology. He hasn’t been sleeping well. Truth be told, he really hasn’t been. It’s been hard to sleep recently. He smiles a bit as this thought crosses his mind, but it’s all your fault. It’s your fault he’s like this. Surely, shouldn’t you be taking responsibility?
Jimmy was low, as much as Howard didn’t want to admit it at first. He always was low, always went low. It didn’t matter to him, as long as he went a bit lower than he did before. This is precisely why he wasn’t at all shocked when, continuing his campaign against him, Jimmy slithered his way towards you. It was inevitable, really. A bright eyed, young lawyer such as yourself, free of any and all corruption. You, who couldn’t see a devil in a demon, let alone a con artist in Saul Goodman; you, who looked up to Howard as if he held up the sun itself. Howard wasn’t entirely sure how it happened, only that it did. Knowing Jimmy, he can’t even imagine what tales he had to spin to turn you. Regardless of what it was, the outcome was far more concerning. Two weeks. Two weeks until you’re gone. You’re resigning.
To call him desperate would be an understatement. He couldn’t say for sure, but he knew this had to be Jimmy’s doing. It had to be, there was no other way. You were loyal. You loved him, yes? At least the idea of him, and he could work with that. He could. He never thought of himself as the begging type, but he might as well have gotten down on his knees for you. Had you asked, he would have done anything to get you to stay with him. He had asked what you were told, and by whom, but you wouldn’t budge. Loyal to a fault, he thinks bitterly. This time, to the wrong people. The right person? That’s him. It will always be him, and he will make sure of that. Howard is never a man of violence. That goes against practically every moral he has. He would never lay a hand on you, either, but he is fully willing to grab your wrist as he once again asks you to reconsider. He only wants to talk to you about your decision. Why are you making this so difficult? He’s never had someone like you work for him before. He won’t find another one. Even if he searched for the rest of his days, another you just wouldn’t come up.
If you find it in you to confront him on your growing suspicions, or even cite those as the reason for your departure, he will pause, inhale deeply, and then let out a sigh. “I’ve grown…fond of you, I will admit.” He says this sheepishly, not able to meet your gaze. His hand remains on your wrist, though his grip lightens a tad. With more confidence, he proclaims that whatever it is you want, he’d do it, so long as you stay.
“Stay?”
“Yes.”
“…stay?”
“…with me.”
Howard is extremely protective, to an almost paranoid degree. As stated before, he will likely never turn to violence (even under dire circumstances), though he is more than willing to isolate you. It’s the most likely scenario, to be frank.
He is prone to idolization, seeing you almost as an image. An ideal; an angel of sorts.
He can, and will, be pushy with physical affection, and can come off as rather suffocating
Howard absolutely hates the people you surround yourself with. Not even because they’re a bad influence or because they’re bad people altogether, which confuses and bothers him. He just does not like their presence around you. He doesn’t like anyone else taking up your effort, your time
His preference towards you, as I mentioned before, certainly does not go unnoticed, and so you become secretly disliked among your immediate peers. This works well in his favor, and he is more than happy to be that shoulder to cry on. Why sit and sulk over others not appreciating you? He appreciates you. He lov—
Don't ask why I randomly came back after four years to write a Hetalia fanfic. Don't mind me. Just dipping my toes in the water.
Warnings: Yandere (not very brutal here, but still), implied gender roles, references to old traditions, toxic dynamics, implied kidnapping
Word count: 794
If you didn’t learn to tune him out eventually, you’d surely go mad.
It grates on your ears as if they were made of cheese, that of his voice booming with egotism and ignorance. Shrill. Eager. Unwilling to budge even just a smidgen. Why should he? How could he? It’s he who knows best. Surely, if he is adept enough at what he does to know what is best for the world, does that competence not extend itself to you? He explains this to you calmly, as if you were a mere child. He will sit you down, or pull you into his embrace outright, and gently reiterate that it is he who holds the final word here. He knows better. Gods, he does better. During these pleasant chats, you find yourself wondering if he will humiliate you further via a pat to the head.
Alfred F. Jones was both the beginning and the end.
He was beauty and triumphance against the world’s evil. He was the hero you called when villainy knocked on your door and you had not a single ally left to defend you. He was the bringer of your liberation, your justice, your perseverance.
Freedom for all, but you were undeserving of such luxuries. Freedom was a right for all, but a privilege for you. Ironically, it was because he had quite the affinity for you. You were a bit too precious for confusing, overwhelming sensations such as autonomy.
You can’t even recall what made him attach himself to you to begin with. Your brain does not retain the memory of what led you here, glued to his side and thrust into the role of premium arm candy. You, as a matter of fact, asked him just that early on. You did so in tears, voice wavering, but he acted as if you did so with a shining grin.
By the minute, your trembling hands were filled with pamphlets and drawings (the vintage sort, with the corners yellowing and the creases deep). He explained quickly, almost manically, that you were the ideal.
“My idea of an ideal! An ideal ideal!” He had laughed at that, the sound loud and sharp. Without looking up, in the corner of your vision, you could still see the man vibrate with the purest sort of glee. A glee that spawned from love. He had always demanded eye-contact from you. How can the two of you love one another if you cannot even look at him? He usually demanded such things when he grew restless.
Against your better judgement, perhaps desperate for something to look at that was not his face, you gave the contents of the papers a good look. There were a few guides and lists, accompanied by a few drawings of unnaturally beautiful women with their wide grins and ironed blouses. Dainty bodies with dainty lives, dainty lives holding a not-so dainty dinner for the owner of the home. As you read them, you slowly looked up at him, then down at the lists again. Flipping through a few more pages, you began even more confused. You…were not this. You were not any of this. You couldn't even manage to turn over in bed most days, let alone…
Keep your hair pinned and neat? Dinner on time? Enthusiastic and gay?
Good grief, your mind sighs. Just what you wanted: a time capsule.
“I don’t…” You trailed off, catching a barely-there tilt of his head. “I’m not…”
“You could.” He said. Sudden, almost demanding. “You could! You have before! Really! Come on, I know you!” His hands went straight to your shoulders, clasping down with a strength that made you gasp. He paid you no mind. In fact, he shook you a bit as he laughed once more. You could. You could, and you will. “Do you remember that one time? That one time, you know!” He waved his hand around, expecting you to finish his thought. Truth be told, you had no idea what he was talking about, as was the case every other time he spoke. He seemed to deflate at this. No matter. His smile quickly returned, and he quickly shook you. Again. “Sometimes, people need to know they’re safe before they really relax and let things be. I can help you with that, no problem!” What an earsore. “Because I’m—!”
You said it before you could shut yourself up. At this point, you were simply sick of hearing it. “…the hero?”
That seemed to catch him off guard, blue eyes wandering a tad before his expression brightened. Just like the sun. “Yes!” He cheered, finally letting you go in favor of standing tall and proud. If only he loved you as much as he loved himself. “Yes! Damn right I am!”
hi there! I am a little artist and I like to draw the various Riddlers people come up with. I really would love to draw yours. I'm swooning. Does he have any official title other than 'ZV5X Riddler' / 'ZV5X Eddie'? How do you imagine him, with any slight or small differences in his face shape or hair type, color, eyes, glasses, etc? :] Thanks!!
oh my God anon you just made my year
I always imagined him with brown hair and brown eyes! And other than that, pretty much exactly how movie!Eddie looked!
Lol...he doesn't have an official yet
I think I should be really corny and goofy and just call him the Ziddler or something LOLZ
hi there! I am a little artist and I like to draw the various Riddlers people come up with. I really would love to draw yours. I'm swooning. Does he have any official title other than 'ZV5X Riddler' / 'ZV5X Eddie'? How do you imagine him, with any slight or small differences in his face shape or hair type, color, eyes, glasses, etc? :] Thanks!!
oh my God anon you just made my year
I always imagined him with brown hair and brown eyes! And other than that, pretty much exactly how movie!Eddie looked!
Lol...he doesn't have an official yet
I think I should be really corny and goofy and just call him the Ziddler or something LOLZ
I'm gonna write a fanfiction of Yandere Filthy Frank to post on April Fools, and nobody will know why or how I came up with that idea, or if I will ever come back to post something again. I feel so mysterious.
Riddler who slowly hugs u tighter and tighter until you're whimpering and you can't breath or wriggle away before telling u that he knows u were trying to escape but that he doesn't blame you. Obviously you were being manipulated by that ex lover of yours. He was too merciful to let them off the hook that easily, and intends to rectify his mistake.
Of course he knew what those ropes on the floor stood for. He immediately knew you were attempting to escape. And on top of that, to see you fiddling with the door handle right as he makes his way in after a hard day of work...what a terrible thing to come home to, right angel? Of course the knew you were trying to leave him. Why wouldn't he? What, did you think he was stupid or something? Of course, you tell him no, that you could NEVER think that, and that he's the only remotely intelligent man in Gotham. But he doesn't believe you. Just look at those ropes on the floor. Clearly, the scum of the Earth still holds your tongue.
He gently, slowly, whispers their address into your ear, while brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He traces kisses along the side of your head, while you try your damnedest to squirm away from him. He doesn't bother using the syringe to get you to sleep yet. He just wants a few more minutes like this with you. He just wants a few more minutes to tell you what he's going to do to everyone you ever loved, and what he'll do to you right after that. He'll play the event in his brain over and over again.
Enter their homes
Hear their screams
Come back home to you
The idea alone makes him feel just so…good. He could scream.
your yandere jimmy fic was so good if you ever feel up to continuing just know i’d read it and cherish it. thank you for keeping us saul goodman/jimmy mcgill lovers fed. he doesn’t get enough love and your writing does him justice!
Hii hiiii! so sorry for getting to this late, but thank you so much!!! It means so much to me that people enjoy my works! If you'd like, you're free to request anything with Saul in it! I'm always happy to feed !!!
hello i hope you are having a day/night <33 i was wondering if you write for lalo salamanca (better call saul) i really love this man 😖💗 thank you so much for your time 💗
Hi there! Any Better Call Saul/Breaking Bad characters are available for request! So feel free!
Yandere Riddler with a Reader who has a strong moral compass just like him? They believe most of the things he does, believing in stopping corrupted people, etc while not having Ed's delusions. So, when Edward actually kidnaps them, they aren't afraid to point out how morally messed up he's being and point out flaws in his plans and how contradictory they are, further breaking Ed's image of his love and of his pre-perceived perception of himself.
Welcome back, ZV5X!
Pairing : The Riddler (The Batman 2022) • Gender Neutral reader
Warnings : USE OF THE YANDERE TROPE , kidnappings, toxic mindsets and abusive situations, mentions of yelling and raising of tone, psychological intimidation
"To me, calling this love is almost an insult." You clicked your tongue, letting your morality hold power over your better judgement. With a brain as fragile as this man's, confrontation was a near death wish. However, you poked onwards, picking at his delusions as ifit was cheap, chipping paint. "I'm not going to sit here and justify this behavior-"
"Shut up." His tone was flat, almost as if he was trying his very hardest to hold himself together.
He was warning you, and he would only warn you once.
"If anything, it's a display of power you feel you don't have. Whatever it may be, don't you dare tell me this is love!" At that, the man before you picked up a glass on the table and chucked it at the wall. It shattered above you, glass shards coming down onto your head and causing small bursts of pain to run throughout your scalp. You shut your eyes tightly and looked down, hoping that would shield your sensitive eyes from what would no doubt destroy them if contact was made.
"Shut the fuck UP! You don't know the last thing about love! You're a brainwashed puppet, only existing to fill your place in a society that wouldn't even care if you were gored on the streets! Do you really think anyone cares about you as much as I do? Loves you as much as I do?" He laughed, but not a laugh of entertainment; it was a laugh of pure lunacy. "No, no baby, that's not true and you know that." He walked up to you, kneeling down to your level and letting glass crunch underneath his boot. "You don't know the last thing about love." The man was incredibly gentle now, tilting your head upwards so he could look you in the eye. His glasses were gleaming, the eyes behind them half-lidded with affection. "But that's okay, my love. I can teach you."
"W-what? What do you-?"
"You have so many flawed ideas about this world. Like how it's changeable with non-violent methods, and how people like us live in a world where we don't need to fight back." He held up air quotes to accompany his words, giggling at your perceived foolishness. "I can fix that, my dear. I can fix you. We're both gonna be okay. All it's gonna take is a little focused effort, and I'll have you right where I am right now. You'll be fine, we'll be fine; and nobody will ever be able to hurt us again."
As much as it disgusted you, he leaned inwards and kissed you on the cheek. "It's okay. I understand you're wired differently than I am; that you're less likely to see the world in the way that I do. That's why I have to help you, so you can finally love yourself as much as I love you. You can't love yourself unless you come to despise the people that hurt you, (Y/N). Did you know that? It's a hard pill to swallow, isn't it?"
You didn't respond. How could you? There wasn't anything that could be said to convince this sick man that his ideals were incorrect. If you tried, you'd get another glass thrown at your head. You'd let him speak, while also scowering this room for any kind of useful objects or information.
There was a window right in the middle of many other buildings, which was nice. Perhaps you could come loose from your restraints and scream out of it for some sort of help. You couldn't help but smile to yourself at the thought of leaving, a gesture your captor immediately took to heart.
"I know you're just as happy as I am, love." Once again, he kissed you, and you had to refrain from gagging as his lips pressed against yours. "We'll start with that scummy public defender who lives about 10 minutes away. Teaching him a lesson would be a good lesson for you too, don't you think angel?"
the fact that someone else other than me went from riddler to breaking bad is so unbelievable holy shit. the human condition if you will. sorry if that’s not the saying i have a concussion
I've had so many of my followers come to me and tell me that I've joined a new fandom at the exact same time that they did, and it never fails to make me smile
Hey there!! Your Saul fics are literally amazing!! Thank you so much for sharing them with us!
I was wondering if you’d ever consider writing an x reader about bobs character hutch mansell in nobody?
Hi! I'm sooo sorry I'm so late to this! I saw a trailer of that movie a little bit ago, and I found it to be really interesting! I'm certainly going to give it a watch, so feel free to hit me with any requests regarding his character while I do that! Thanks for your support, anon! I'm very glad you enjoy my past works!
I had a dream last night that I was stuck in a hostage situation stahed by the riddler and I managed to get everyone out safely except for myself and it caused a sort of vendetta against me from him, he had me cornered and shit and was TOWERING over me, it was hot 😳
I'm so late to this but God anon I wish I could have been you
