#it feels too cruel to kill them off despite the kill your darlings saying you know?

[starteas]

I think a lot about Lumi was supposed to die at the end of the comic and how I never got there. It’s a concept I’ve had set up in my mind since the beginning, but it’s also one I’m hesitant to keep because it feels too cruel.

#like Lumi in universe and outside that is so well loved #it feels too cruel to kill them off despite the kill your darlings saying you know? #of course the idea still isn’t 100% solidified but Mm idk #before I used to be that “ANGST ANGST YEAH ANGST type person #now I’m just like hm. #this sad plot point could be interesting to put in here #I’m rambling and idk what I’m saying really haha #but I’ve always imagined Lumi to have a bittersweet ending #I’d hate for it to be more bitter than sweet though #Evan bleats #lumi and the great big galaxy

[yan-lorkai]

Hello! I have a Black butler request if you don’t mind! (It can be yandere but If you can make it not to noticeable??? If that makes sense.)

If I may could I request a Ciel Phantomhive x Cruella De Vill reader? I mean not exactly like Cruella but the fact she was born with hair spilt between black and white, she owns multiple Dalmatians which are really aggressive guard dogs for her. And she has a wonderful sense of fashion, even though most her clothes are only black, white or red. She even has a nickname that combines her name and Cruel together (like “Cruel-(/N)”) because she can be really honest and it comes off as rude. She is short temper but unlike Cruella she is only occasionally sassy but most of the time she is quiet because she used to get made fun of for her hair.

Also I was hoping it would be a oneshot, with a few hc. But if that’s to much it can just be hc! Thank you and have a nice day!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I hope I did this rq justice because I absolutely loved it. Detailed rqs my beloveds. As you ask, I did some hcs and then wrote a little drabble, though I do apologize for such delay in answer it. Hope you like darling <33

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Platonic content. Maybe typos too.

☆*: In Ciel's ears, the news of a figure with two-tone hair who only dresses in black and red reaches him through gossip that Lau felt the need to share. The rumors, however, were not enough to capture the earl's attention at first. Who cares if Londoners are talking about this girl because she acts different and has a sharp tongue? Who cares if she has some protective dogs who can attack on command?

☆*: Certainly not Ciel. He has better things to worry about being the Queen's Watchdog besides running his own company. Gossip and rumors are not something that holds his attention unless they are related to the murderers who killed his parents.

☆*: So it takes a while before you finally get to know each other and he can get a glimpse of your strong genius. And heavens, he's enchanted, even if he doesn't know it, feelings aren't Ciel's thing. One thing he knows, this night will be one he would never forget.

...

Reluctantly, Ciel was participating in the celebration. A glass of juice in his hand as he watched each of the nobles approach the throne, kneel and say their rehearsed congratulations. So typical of nobles, so insincere. He hated it here, he could be doing so many things right in the comfort of his office. Still, he smiled and played his part when all adults around him looked down on him just because he was the only child here.

The starry night became filled with light and laughter; The Queen was throwing a party to celebrate another birthday well spent. Her age-kissed skin was still glowing, her eyes carrying a tinge of unforgettable joy, and her voice a jovial tone. As usual, she sat on her throne and waited for one by one the nobles to greet and boast about the gifts that were certainly better than the others.

It was funny to watch though. They all just seemed like jealous peacocks, huffing and puffing their feathers, wanting the queen attention on them.

Sebastian when can we leave? was what he wanted to ask to the butler at his side. What he almost asked. But right at that moment he heard a commotion.

A few meters ahead stood the notorious Cru-y/n DeVil, your presence commanding attention. Ciel couldn't help but be drawn to you, his gaze fixating on you with a mixture of intrigue and caution. Despite your reputation, he couldn't deny your beauty, a striking contrast to the darkness that surrounded your name. You were young, much like himself, yet exuded a confidence that belied your age, almost as if you too had to grown fast to protect yourself.

You seemed to be fighting a much older and powerful woman. The duchess who was always looking to fight someone and today had just found her new victim. But you aren't having any of that, making exaggerated gestures and smiling mockingly at the duchess.

Ciel observed the scene with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, at least the party turned out to be entertaining with this little fight happening and the queen was also watching you two too intently, curious, not at all bothered by it. Ciel couldn't help but roll his eyes when the duchess continued to argue and pointed her finger at you.

"Your hat is adorable" You say in a loud and clear tone, with the sweetest smile you can produce. "I'm sure it was worth sacrificing Big Bird, its poor beautiful yellow feathers wasted on this hat that perfectly fit your head."

A murmur starts around the two of you, some are laughing loudly, others are whispering among themselves, repeating what you said. The duchess, wanting to appear strong and resilient, fixes her khaki yellow hat - that barely fits in her head, lifts her chin an extra millimeter and leaves. However, Ciel knew that your comment would still haunt her for months to come. Today she had lost a fight and was insulted.

Undeniable was that the hat was horrendous.

Holding back a laugh that seems to want to escape him anyway, Ciel takes off his hat in greeting to you as soon as your eyes meet. He understood now why everyone was talking about you so much. To the court you were like a fresh breath of air, devastating if you hate it, great if you like it. And he absolutely like it. Not a lot of younger aristocrats behave this way and he really needs someone different to spend time, as Elizabeth is quite overwhelming with her affection and Sullivan is busy.

He approach you and with this gesture, plans to know more about you. He is now curious and his curiosity must be satisfied.

#yandere ciel #yandere ciel phantomhive #yandere ciel x reader #yandere ciel phantomhive x reader #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere black butler #ciel phantomhive x reader #ciel x reader #kuroshitsuji ciel phantomhive #ciel phantomhive #fem reader #female reader #lorkai imagine

[yanderes-galore]

If it's okay can I request Transformers prime Megatron hc with a human reader?

Sure! Just letting you know I've only seen half of Season One at the time of writing this request. I hope despite this you enjoy this concept and I get the character right!

I'm a sucker for human/transformer pairs so... it is what it is.

Edit after fic: This was really fun to write :) I like the idea of Transformers with a human darling.

Yandere! TF:P! Megatron with Human! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Stalking implied, Torture, Human/Transformer, Megatron sees you as a pet because you're small and squishy, Degrading behavior, Threat of death, Murder, Violence, Obsession, Sadism.

There's an unfortunate factor about this pair.

Megatron is not a fan of organics.

He isn't anything like those Autobots.

Allying with humans as if they're so similar to a Cybertronian.

His concern is power.

Megatron isn't going to pick up a random human off the street without reason.

You'd need to have connections with Autobots or something to prove your worth.

Government official or a close friend of them... some sort of connection that can give him a reason to hunt you down.

Once he does, he'll kidnap you and that's where things begin.

I'd like to first note obvious thing...

Megatron and you have a large size difference in terms of height and build.

It takes a lot of time for Megatron to get used to an organic, let alone one so small.

Go on, look up his height.

He could crush you in his hand.

Megatron likes power and he sees humans as weak creatures.

He doesn't get how Optimus likes these things....

Not until much later when he keeps you around does he understand it in his own cruel way.

At first you're handed off to Starscream.

The usual torture for getting info out of you.

Once your throat is raw from screaming and crying, you're tossed into a cell for later use.

You're a... pitiful thing to him, really.

He almost feels bad... perhaps killing you would be merciful.

Then he sees you in the cell, on your knees and leaking from your eyes.

What's funnier? You beg to him.

You beg for the pain to stop, that you'll try to help him in anyway you can...

He doubts you can but that nature of yours fuels his ego.

If there's one thing humans can do, it's use their pathetic body to stroke your ego.

That's when Megatron begins to tolerate you.

He'll keep you just to show Autobots what humans can truly be used for.

Tricks and labor to please beings so much stronger than them.

Megatron's obsession is very slow acting.

He makes you do things for him no matter how degrading, just to please him.

The moment he does show something softer, you're too weak to acknowledge it at first.

For the most part Megatron uses you.

He feels if anything, organics can be used for his own gain.

You also happen to be a... cute one.

So easy to destroy... your life in his hands.

Safe to say most of his obsession is due to his ego.

He's sadistic and causing you pleasure and pain feeds into such desires.

Each time his red eyes look at you, dwarfing you in size alone, he sees you shake.

You're lucky he's only ever merciful towards you.

Megatron does not like others pointing out that he's enjoying an organic.

The large and feared Decepticon Lord Megatron? Holding such a small creature in his large hand?

Starscream comments on him and his new pet.

The smaller Decepticon nearly broke the ship wall with how hard he hit it, flung by his master like a toy.

Megatron never outright admits how you make him feel.

You flinch each time a metal flinger taps your head, knowing that alone could hurt you.

Megatron is struggling not to crush you.

You'd cause such a mess.

He'll never see you as an equal...

But he does feel an odd sense of care towards you.

Megatron keeps you in his ship, a large cell constructed for your enclosure.

He hides you from Autobots and Decepticons alike.

He likes to think you're his.

Megatron also likes to hear you worship and beg to him.

To see you grovel... pledging your loyalty all to him...

That's his favorite part.

Escape is nowhere near possible all on your own.

He's the leader of the Decepticons, if you fled his ship to Earth somehow he'll hunt you down.

Wherever you go, he will track and drag you back kicking and screaming.

He would hate to kill you-

But misbehave and you're on thin ice.

Megatron would have others killed for you.

Well... those he feels are a threat to you and him-

Autobots, humans, even other Decepticons will be executed if they even think of taking you.

Megatron doesn't mind keeping you on his shoulder as some sort of parrot if you don't mind the height.

Well... he tolerates it as you tend to chatter nervously to him.

He doesn't mind your voice....

Most of the time you're in your cell or in his hands.

To be an organic kept by Megatron is an odd sight.

Unfortunately you've grown on him and he plans to keep you...

No wonder those Autobots keep humans.

#yandere transformers prime #yandere transformers #yandere tfp megatron #yandere megatron

[yandere-fics]

Raphael's Yandere Alphabet

♡ Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? ♡

♡ Raphael shows her affection through devotion. You're perfection to her and she will do all she can to show how thankful she is that you allow her to be in your presence everyday, even if you are explicitly telling her to go away. You never have to worry your head about a single thing while she's around because she will do everything hard for you and if you do decide to do something by yourself she will be praising you every step of the way while secretly clearing any obstacles behind the scenes. ♡

♡ Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? ♡

♡ She's extremely willing to get violent for her darling, she's giddy at the thought of you asking her to remove someone for you, of course she knows you likely would not tell her to kill someone however if there may ever come a day where you do decide that, she would be more than happy to remove hundreds from your presence, she's completely at your command and would love it if you became more willing to use that fact to your advantage in any way. ♡

♡ Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them? ♡

♡ She would gouge her own eyes out before she looked at you in even a slightly judgmental way. She would cut her tongue off if it offended you. She would cut her hands off if she held your hand too hard and you asked her to remove the offending appendage, needless to say she could never bring herself to be intentionally cruel to you. That being said she can be quite isolating and quite manipulative to keep you away from unfavorables though she would not count it as cruelty, it's a service to you, her dearest sunflower. ♡

♡ Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will? ♡

♡ She would force you to stay away from anyone she deemed unfavorable and undeserving of your presence, and you can't leave her, she realizes it's selfish however she needs to be with you. She won't force you to reciprocate her affections though she hopes in time you might grace her with a smile, she understands she's keeping you from everyone else but you have to know it's in your best interest. If you were to deem her worthy of a kiss or perhaps servicing you in the bedroom then she would be delighted but she won't force you to accept her in that way.

♡ Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? ♡

♡ Despite how emotional she gets with you she never shows you her ugly undesirable emotions like the deep rage she feels when another court official deems it okay to look at you. She also will not allow you to know how cold she is towards everyone else. She might be sweet and sappy with you however she has a reputation for being strict in court and not someone you should get on the bad side of, she keeps you sheltered from all those things. ♡

♡ Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back? ♡

♡ It's understandable that you fight back against her, you're full of so much love in your heart for these people who do not deserve it, they would not lay down everything for you or even if they would it's not up to Raffie's standards. You'll stop fighting against her eventually anyways when you realize you're only fighting against your best interest, she could be your most devoted follower and lover if you would cease your fighting.

♡ Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? ♡

♡ Destroying the lives of everyone you're close to is a game to her but she doesn't treat you trying to escape as a game. She doesn't enjoy you trying to escape, she'll keep you in her residence until she decides you've realized that she is the only one who should be given your attention, she might not fully deserve it but she is the closest to deserving it. ♡

♡ Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? ♡

♡ The worst experience with her is realizing she has been manipulating everything behind the scenes, every person you cared about who suffered a terrible fate was caused by her and she feels no remorse for it. Sure she sobs at your feet begging you to understand her reasoning however she feels no guilt that she did it, she only feels bad you were capable of finding out. Having her wail and plead for you to understand as you're mourning the people you held dearest is truly miserable. ♡

♡ Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? ♡

♡ She wants to live as your humble lover and follower, as you allow her to worship and please you in every way. She's your devoted servant and will do everything she can to make you happy which is what she wishes to do for all eternity, hopefully if she does a good enough job you'll realize she's the best friend, confidant, and lover you could ever possibly have. ♡

♡ Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? ♡

♡ She's jealous of everyone, your friends must be kept a a great distance if you don't wish to los them to her rage. She'll remove anyone who dares to make her feel jealous, they're pests who don't have nearly as much status as her so how dare they make her feel jealous, you're deserve the best and while she is not the best, how could this pest far beneath her ever be good for you. ♡

♡ Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling? ♡

♡ She cries an awful lot every time she sees you and she makes sure to always let you know how beautiful she thinks you are in every scenario. She adores your every move though she'll plant ideas in your head as well, making sure you know every bad thing about everyone in court, for anyone else it might seem like she's a gossip but since she's the royal advisor it merely seems like friendly advice so her darling wouldn't even question it likely. ♡

♡ Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? ♡

♡ She'd make herself known to you at a ball, making sure the only person you are dancing with the entire time is her and after that she always seems to be at every social gathering you go to, everyone else keeping a distance from her not that you realize with how sweet she's being and how teary she seems to be, so much so that you just want to comfort her. Then after she's known you for what she deems long enough and you have no other suitors, she'll send in a courtship request. If you say no? Well she'll make sure you're forced into a marriage with her instead if she can't talk you into accepting the initial courtship. ♡

♡ Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? ♡

♡ She acts closer to who she truly is around others, to you it's a lot more fake, sure she truly does believe the things she's saying, she's just omitting a lot of the bad stuff she's done, things that she would gladly admit outloud to anyone at court who would dare cross her. She's not entirely fake with you, it's just while she tells you how horrible she is, she never lets you know the reasons she says that. ♡

♡ Naughty: How would they punish their darling? ♡

♡ She couldn't bring herself to punish you no matter what you do, whether you break every expensive thing she owns to punish her, you merely need time to come to grips and if smashing things will help then it's worth it. You might see her killing people as a punishment for you getting too close to people other than her but she's not punishing you, Dearest Sunflower. She's punishing them. If you're truly unhappy with her then the one who needs punishment is herself, not you. ♡

♡ Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? ♡

♡ She doesn't think of it as taking away any of your rights, she's allowing you to do as you please, even if that means getting a job, she just... making things better in your world. The only right she sees herself as taking away is your right to chose your lover but she's merely safeguarding you from all the unfavorables around you. ♡

♡ Patience: How patient are they with their darling? ♡

♡ She's extremely patient, she can wait forever for you to realize she is your only option, she's removed her rivals so there's no chance that you'll find someone else, eventually you'll have to be kinder to her. In the meantime she'll still sob as you scowl at her as every face you make is glorious and beautiful. She's still able to bask in you and worship so she'll wait as long as she needs. ♡

♡ Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? ♡

♡ She would never move on for the remainder of her immortality and if she ever saw anyone who looked like you she would kill them for not being as perfect as you. Don't worry though if she sees you again she'll know it's you and won't slice you though she'll turn you the moment she has you again as she won't allow you to leave again, now no one will understand you, they'll all consider you a monster like her and you truly can only be with her, don't worry though SHE would never consider you a monster. ♡

♡ Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go? ♡

♡ She feels no guilt, she's the best place for you to be, she is the only one who can cherish you and allow you to flourish. She may loosen her grasp and allow you to walk outside accompanied by her but once she's slotted herself into your life as your lover she will never release you. It's selfish, she understand but she's truly happy by your side even if she's crying the whole time so it doesn't look that way. ♡

♡ Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)? ♡

♡ She's always been vindictive and controlling viewing most as beneath her and though her interest has been peaked by a couple humans over the years it was merely interest in them as delicious food which she promptly consumed. Her darling however is above people and she will do everything she can to exalt her darling to the level they deserve to be at. ♡

♡ Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? ♡

♡ She's sad but will remain level headed because her dearest sunflower needs someone to remain calm in such a scary situation. She understands she's the reason you're in such paid so she's more lucid but everything she's doing is for your own benefit, she really is the only one capable of appreciating you like this. They would not be as tender of a lover as she is, you'll come to realize this soon. It doesn't mean she isn't crying as soon as she leaves you alone for the time being though. ♡

♡ Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere? ♡

♡ She's not quick to kidnapping, she may force you into a relationship, probably marriage but she's pretty lax with you allowing to do your own thing as long as it's within her grasp and not too close to anyone else. She won't punish you for lashing out at her and she's content as long as she knows you're her wife and maybe one day you will realize she is the only one you should be giving your time to. ♡

♡ Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? ♡

♡ The best way to escape from her is to learn to use court politics in the same way as her, raise your status and those around you so she can not manipulate thing as well though it'll be difficult especially if she becomes suspicious you're trying to escape her control. You can also escape to one of the other yanderes who have more power than her though that isn't really escape is it. Her major flaw is that she doesn't go full-in instantly and you can take advantage of her preparation period to get out before she fully isolates you. ♡

♡ Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling? ♡

♡ Unintentionally with all her court schemes. Every person who you care about too much will have their reputations destroyed and your faith in people will begin to waver when every person you open up to is found out to be treasonous or a murderer or an adulterer. People you care about get executed merely because you held their hand for a split moment comforting them as your other friends were forced out of court due to intense bullying. ♡

♡ Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over? ♡

♡ She thinks of you as the only truly pure person in the world, even if you're evil she will follow everything you say and do, believing you wholeheartedly. You could start murdering and she would watch you in complete awe, you're everything to her and she will do anything you tell her to do without question as long as you aren't telling her to go away. That's the one thing she can't do for you, she can't allow anyone to creep in close so she must remain by your side to prevent this. ♡

♡ Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? ♡

♡ She needs to worm her way into your life as soon as she sees you, she can't let the unfavorables take advantage of your kindness. She won't snap until she's deemed too many of them are attempting to court you, sure she is not worthy but she's much more worthy than these pests. They would never understand how incredible you are, they do not deserve to even be at your beck and call, she's the most devoted to you so if you're going to court and marry anyone it should be her. ♡

♡ Zenith: Would they ever break their darling? ♡

♡ She might isolate you to the point where you're low on energy and depressed but I don't believe she would ever break her darling unless you are the type of person who really really needs people. She also isn't quick to jump to kidnapping unless you're getting much too close to the unfavorables so as long as you keep her closer than you keep the others you won't be as isolated. ♡

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #my oc raphael

[deadbydangit]

I hope it isn't weird to say but I've fallen in love with your writing ^^

Could I have reader who's a bit touch starved? Like they can do anything, pick them up to hook, subtly touch their face to get something off, or even grab off a pallet and the reader just... leans into it. Bonus if reader is too afraid to act affectionate with anyone else other than said person ^^

Could I have this with Knight, Huntress, Frank, Joey, and Ghostface please? Thank you!

Aww thank you. That makes me feel so happy. I can absolutely do this. That's such a cute idea! Sorry this one's a little shorter.

With a Reader who is touch starved.

Knight, Huntress, Legion (Frank), Legion (Joey), Ghostface

Knight

Please... Please stop.

He can't move if you're clinging to him.

He doesn't understand why you'd want a hug from him anyways?

He isn't exactly soft.

And why do you only do this with him?

There are three other knights you could bother.

Why him?

Ugh! Fine!

Tarhos will pick you up and carry you around for a little while.

But he has things to do!

So don't expect too much.

How did you get that cut on your face?

Let him clean it off.

He's really going to be confused when you lean into him.

He's not a super cuddly guy, but, for you, he'll make an exception.

Huntress

Despite her looks, she's super cuddly and touch starved herself.

She grew up all alone after he mother was killed, so she craves the same sort of affection you want.

But, please, don't hide in lockers just to get her to pick you up.

She'll give you a hug any other time.

But this is a trial and she's got to work.

She wasn't planning on hooking you anyways.

She never does.

Also, you don't need to hold her hand every time you two walk anywhere.

She needs her hands ready to swing her axe if she needs to protect you.

Still, she loves all the hugs and kisses.

Her favorite is when you pet her hair.

No matter how clingy you may be, she's always going to love you.

Legion (Frank)

Okay, so, he's pretty touch starved too.

But like, he needs some space.

He'll totally give you a hug after the trial.

As many as you want!

But you can't keep sitting by hooks so he can pick you up to hook you.

Frank knows you crave attention, but you can't hurt yourself for it.

Trials over, he's pulling you into his arms.

Kisses. You'll be drowning in kisses.

He moved from foster home to foster home.

He never received any affection.

He was never able to show anyone affection.

So having someone like you who is willing to give and receive all that attention?

A dream come true.

You're a dream come true.

Legion (Joey)

Joey loves all your snuggles.

And, don't get him wrong, he loves the attention.

The realm is a cruel cold place.

Everyone has their own way of dealing with it.

But, darling, don't sit on top of the pallets to get him to grab you.

This is a trial and he's got work to do.

And please don't run in the way of the frenzy!

Look, he'll give you all his attention after the trial, just please don't put yourself in harm's way to get it.

He loves you so much.

He knows how starved you are for love. He knows it isn't your fault.

You drive him crazy, but he loves you anyways.

Ghostface

Uh, you can let go of him now.

You're on the hook.

Why are you holding onto his hand?

He's got other survivors to hook.

And isn't that painful? Don't you want the others to, you know, save you?

You're making the hunt really awkward, you know that, right?

Ugh, fine!

You can have one kiss before he goes after the others.

And you still won't let go.

He promises he'll snuggle you all you want after the trial, he's just got to do his job.

Alright, fine, one more kiss. But that's in.

Please stop trying to ruin his fun.

Danny loves you, he does.

But this is getting out of hand.

He won't be hooking you anymore.

You are going to help your team, and you are going to like it!

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd killer #dbd frank #dbd ghostface #dbd joey #dbd knight #dbd huntress

[yandere-daze]

Hello~! How are you? Congrats on reaching 3K followers, It been a wonderful ride watching you grow this much~! I hope you've been taking care of yourself during these times, drink water and sleep well, alright?

I have a silly request if you're alright with it. May I get Yan. Enstars headcanons (or just thoughts) of Madara and Yuzuru pursuing the same person? This was just a one-off thought I had because Madara and Yuzuru share the homescreen and -compared to being paired with others- rarely have lines where they are upset. They are imo similar to eachother with their caring nature and despite their very big differences would work well together after a while. Whether this is Self-Aware AU or just the general Yandere AU depends on you and how you think this works best! Congrats again on 3k! I'm so happy for my favorite Enstars writer to have grown this far! Love you and take care~!

Hi, I´ve been doing fine thank you for asking! Favorite enstars writer?🥺 That´s so sweet of you to say, thank you so much!!😭💕

Both Yuzuru and Madara are pretty interesting characters, I need to read up more about them honestly, but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness, mentioned violence and implied murder, implied kidnapping near the end

Yandere! Yuzuru and Madara pursuing the same darling

I think this is actually a really interesting duo of yanderes and one I haven´t thought of before? But it kind of makes sense in the way that I think they would be pretty similar as a yandere, in the general sense, so I actually agree with you there!

Both of them are very caring and devoted around their darling, wishing to fulfill every single one of your wishes without any reservations but can very quickly turn violent and cruel toward anyone they deem a threat to either your safety or your relationship

Yuzuru with his background in the military can be very terrifying and so is Madara. Doesn´t he outright say somewhere that his number 1 way to solve things is through violence? Honestly, I´d hate to be the person that has to deal with their wrath, you most likely wouldn´t live to see another day

I think both of them would be pretty quick to figure out that they aren´t the only one after your heart and I just know that all of their interactions with each other would get so tense. They´re both smiling when they´re with you but they still let passive-aggressive comments toward the other slip from time to time

They don´t want to worry you too much but you can definitely feel the animosity between them as they almost fight over who gets to take care of you

Yuzuru is a butler, he has spent his entire life serving people so isn´t he the most suitable person to be taking care of you? He already knows all of your preferences when it comes to food and he has taken the time to perfect every single one of your favorite dishes so he can make them exactly to your liking. It would be an honor if you would let him serve you

Madara meanwhile tells you that Yuzuru is way too uptight to stay around for so long. Wouldn´t it be much more fun to go on a trip with him and explore the city for the perfect restaurant to try out? It would almost be like a little date between you two~

Ah, no need to answer! Madara is already moving to pick you up and sprint away as Yuzuru´s smile looks more and more strained by the second, his voice sounding outright murderous as he tells Madara to stop touching his master

Just when did you become his master, exactly? Well, there are probably better things to be worried about when it looks like they might kill each other any second now

Them actually working together instead of fighting to win your heart would be pretty difficult to achieve, I think. More than anything, they both want to be the most important person in your life and the one to be taking care of you. They want to make sure you always stay happy and healthy and no one else is better suited for that than them, in their minds at least

After all, who else could tend to you but the person that loves you to the point of dangerous obsession? Who but the person who has dedicated their entire life to you? They´re both eternally grateful for pulling them out of their dark past and giving them this chance to redeem themselves, to do some good, that they simply can´t leave your fate up to anyone else

And this fact is both their greatest source of conflict and a way for both of them to see eye-to-eye. They understand each other better than one might think, or more than they would ever admit

They both want to keep you safe under any circumstances and so I think the one and only way for them to set aside their rivalry and work together is for you to actually be in great danger and needing both of them to get you back to safety

They´d rather save you on their own but they can´t be too selfish when something more important is on the line. So they decide to work together to get you back to safety and they honestly work together scarily well

They´re both more than willing to get violent if it concerns you and so they remove any and all obstacles in the way until you´re finally safe in their arms once again

And maybe, just maybe, they might both come to realize that working together might be necessary to keep you safe for all of eternity

So please don´t be scared, they´re both going to take great care of you from now on! <3

#yandere enstars x reader #yandere ensemble stars x reader #yandere yuzuru fushimi x reader #yandere madara mikejima x reader #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #yuzuru fushimi #madara mikejima #yuzuru fushimi x reader #madara mikejima x reader #fine #mam #ensemble stars #enstars #yandere ensemble stars #yandere enstars #gn reader #yandere #cw yandere #cw obsession #cw murder #cw violence #cw kidnapping #yandere x reader #male yandere #3k followers celebration

[villains-promise]

For Z! >:3

"i lost, didn't i?" and "given your history, i should have known better" :D

Ah, breaking myself :]

Under the merciless sun, their arms began to burn from the heat and the strain, eyes stinging from the bastardized mix of blood, sweat, and tears. Z aimed not to maim MC, while their lover had no such qualms. Blood poured from them in multiple places, all of them grazes- flesh wounds, but only by Z's reflexes were they non-lethal. Each one had been aimed at a vital organ or vulnerable place. MC was aiming to kill while they were aiming to subdue.

They knew it was pointless, but they couldn't just give up on them.

Z ducked under a wildly thrown punch, throwing themself into roll realizing MC had anticipated the move and brought their dagger up to meet Z's throat, but instead MC slashed at empty and Z got the cut on their arm covered in dirt, their skin screaming in protest.

Z gave themself some room between them and MC, taking them in once more. Their dead expression, Z's blood dripping from their dagger, the way their body was posed to pounce again any moment. Something about their look was so foreign, not even during the height of their rivalry did MC ever glare at them with such... Disdain.

Z shuddered, moving away from MC's advancing movement, though they were sure to keep MC from getting closer to the retreating form of the two nobles. My last act may as well be saving their skin again. It's with that bittersweet thought that Z realized they were already resigned to the fact that they'd die here. In the hands of their lover, by the hands of their lover. Wasn't that some poetic fate kind of bullshit?

Z pulled on their fakest, most confident smile, despite their tears, despite the aches, and despite the pain of having to see MC like this, their words coming out in the familiar lilting teasing tone, "Given our history, I should have known better- should've expected it to come down to this. We flew too close to the sun trying to change things-- change things between us and change the system, didn't we?"

MC snarled, twisting their dagger in their hand, a movement that made the alarms in Z's head go off. "You talk too much, Kontos."

Z's legs tensed, readying for the next movement they knew was coming, smiling slyly though it felt exhausting to slip back into the act. "You didn't mind it so much these past few months, darling."

MC scoffed, eyes flashing dangerously, the first hint of life in their eyes since this began. "Who says it wasn't all an act? You were so easy to fool, Z. So desperate for love you fell for the first person to hint at interest."

The venom with their words was almost a cruel addition, Z thought as they scrambled backward as though they could physically escape the truth in their words. Logically, Z knew it couldn't be all true since they had fought against their feelings, but... They couldn't deny that they had been fooled if this is who MC truly was.

"MC... What the fuck happened to you?" Z growled, dropping the act as their hand started to drift their own set of knives for the first time.

"Why the hell does it matter? If I give you a good enough sob story will you get the fuck out of my way?"

They didn't wait for an answer, finally launching their dagger as Z predicted moments before, swiftly lunging out of the way and using the momentum to catch MC off guard, taking them to the ground. "I would never let you get away that easily, darling. I got you."

MC raised a brow, mouth widening into an unsettling smile as the bite of metal meeting Z's throat registers. "Did you?"

Z laughed bitterly. I've done my duty. C and Y should be far enough away by now. They should be with M now. I can rest. I can... "That's it then? I lost, didn't I?"

"I do believe this would be checkmate." MC pressed the knife harder into Z's throat, the latter wincing at the burn and the feeling of their blood beginning to fall.

"Then let's get it over with, shall we?" Z asked with a small smile, staring at MC's eyes, because despite everything... Those were the eyes of the person they had loved deeply. Even if everything else was only the ghost of their lover, their eyes were the same and Z would die with the memories of who they had been with them.

After the deed is done, MC roughly shoves Z off of them, heading in the general direction of the nobles. As they bled out, gasping uselessly, one hand clasped around their throat, Z wondered if they could've done anything differently.

#villain's promise #solange <33 #angst month #ch: Z #evil!mc

[yutanology]

Can I please request for Yandere Yuta x Mute Reader? Thank you in advanced!!!!

WARNINGS : indirect mention of eating disorder, yandere themes, suicidal thoughts, etc.

"Come on now, darling. Let me take care of you." Yuta said, holding you by your shaky hands and lead you to your room. You had just finished taking a bath. You knew he was around the house waiting for you to turn off the shower but you totally didn't expect him to be standing by the door, blocking your way out. "You wouldn't want to accidentally hurt yourself again, am I right?"

Oh right, what more or less do you expect him to do? You forgot for a second how he couldn't stand being away from you even for a minute no matter how far you are. He always wanted to be close to you, close any distance between you two. Cause even the smallest thing that could happen to you makes him worried. He gently pressed your shoulders down to make you sit on the chair in front of your vanity table.

You met his eyes through his reflection on the mirror. They stared right at yours like he can totally see through you. You know, you couldn't make him swallow the lies you try to feed him with all the nods you forced your head to shake but he never said a thing about them.

You nodded your head again and he smiled. "Right! Don't worry, I'll make sure that not even a scratch or a bite of a bug would land on your skin." You see him grab a towel from the lower drawer of your wardrobe then went back to you.

"Let me dry your hair first." You say nothing, lost in your thoughts as you stared at your own reflection. It still surprised you how you looked completely normal despite the lack of sunlight on your skin and the foods you'd secretly throw up whenever Yuta's not around.

Until now, you still wonder how your stomach couldn't take in any foods except water and other liquids. But if it means, your chance of living is slowly being reduced, then you're willing to wait for the day you'll die.

It's the only way you can escape your captor and this prison he built for you.

Yuta stopped scrunching your hair on the towel and hummed, "Is it just me or you're getting skinnier everyday?" You looked at yourself again and the longer you stared, the more you'll actually notice that something has changed in your appearance.

Your cheeks are less chubby and your collarbones are more prominent. You're lucky, you're still wearing your bathrobe. But your luck would absolutely run out immediately once Yuta would wrap his arms around your waist and notice them getting smaller too.

You silently sweat dropped then shrugged your shoulders like you know nothing. "I'll cook your favourite dishes today. I should feed you more." he talks like he's having a conversation with himself. "I couldn't even pinch your cheeks anymore." he pinched your cheeks anyways but not enough to hurt you.

You glanced at him with a questioning look. He grinned, kissing your lips. "Nothing. You're so beautiful, you know that?" Of course, there's not a day he'll ever forget to tell you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you more than anything.

It may be sweet but looking at everything he did to everyone who were innocent, gave you a bitter aftertaste and it was terrible. If only Yuta wasn't the lovesick devil he is right now, then maybe you could've given him a chance.

Yuta proceeded to dry your hair, feeling giddy because you didn't do anything to stop him from kissing you. Neither did you get mad at him or showed any negative reactions. He believed, you're starting to accept him and considering about loving him back.

In reality, you just didn't know how to react and you're thinking about how to end up your life quickly. Sharp objects were kept away from you, seems like he really got everything planned out just in case you thought of killing yourself.

You internally sighed. You can't even shout for help to the neighbors nearby. Yuta has already taken your freedom away and he's cruel enough to take your voice from you too. You wouldn't want to know what he'd do to you next if ever you'd disobey any of his orders.

So you never dared to go against him.

#yuta nakamoto #nakamoto yuta #nct yuta #yuta nakamoto x reader #nct yandere #kpop yandere #yandere #nct 127 #nct u #kpop #nctzen #nct #nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct dream #wayv #nct fanfic

[wallflowerimagines]

Hello! Um... I don’t really know how to start this but say I love your hc! I think you do a fantastic job on them, there all very sweet but being the s.o.b I am I’m here to ask for some angst. How would you think the lords act if their S/O died?

...I'm feeling mean. 😈

Warnings: Angst, Death, Horror Game villains making bad decisions/not coping with tragedy, suicide.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Denial, Denial, Denial

You can't be dead. There has to be something, anything that she can do to save you. Alcina scrambles for a solution, attacking the problem from all sides, despite the reality of the situation staring her in the face.

Immediately injects your body with Cadou in a desperate hope to save you. Any possible chance that he has to save you she's going to take it.

It's not likely that your corpse reanimates, but it does mutate. At the end of the process, what's left of your body hardly even looks like you anymore, and she can't bring herself to look at it.

She builds a gilded crypt for your body-- it's stunning. It's inspired by you, all your favorite colors, styles and hobbies are incorporate to make the room feel full of your spirit. Alcina is an artistic woman, and she throws herself into the project like she's possessed.

It might take years, even decades to complete. It has to be perfect. When it's done she feels accomplished, but twice as empty. It might be one of the most beautiful dedications she's ever made, but it can't replace you. She has the room sealed off with no way to get to it, so she can't be tempted to visit. She just needs a piece of of you still in her home, or she can't get through the day.

...If your corpse does reanimate, it's actually worse for Alcina. Whatever she brought back was a shambling, horrifying mess of mold wearing your face. It couldn't think for itself, or even follow commands--it just wanders in circles and attacks anything that gets too close.

She keeps your reanimated corpse in a cell, unable to bring herself to destroy it completely. Sometimes, she'll go down to the basement and talk to the thing like it is you, telling it about her day, having one-sided conversations and thinking of all the wonderful memories the two of you shared.

When its dead eyes meet hers, her lungs seize in her chest and tears gather in her eyes. Alcina doesn't cry often, but when your corpse meets her gaze she starts to sob. Those eyes used to look at her with life and love and now...

Still, she can't stop herself from visiting it. It's a compulsion she can't stop, and it tears open the wound every time, but some irrational part of her deep, deep down thinks that one day, she'll descend those steps and you'll be there to greet her with a warm smile.

In either scenario, she will never have another partner. You're impossible to replace, and she feels truly, genuinely empty without you. Rest well, Darling. You'll never be forgotten.

Donna Beneviento

There is such a thing as a last straw, and this is it for Donna.

Please remember: this is a woman who has lost everything. Mother Miranda might have given her a new "family", but Donna is not nearly as attached to these new members as she is to her original family. And the loss of her original family has shaped her in such a way that if you died? She would be absolutely devastated.

It's not fair to put this kind of pressure on you, but in a very real way you were her last hope for normalcy. She had all these plans to fix her family with you. You were so instrumental to her hopes for the future that now that you're gone, it feels like she has no hope at all. You were her missing link, her one true love, and now that you're dead...

Donna screams until her throat is raw when she finds out you're gone. Angie can't help her, nothing can. She just can't cope with reality anymore.

She'll build a life sized Doll of you to try to help herself cope, but the minute she tries to implant of piece of her Cadou in it, she is filled with such a vehement hatred of the thing that she starts scream-crying before she takes an axe to it's face and hacks it to pieces. How dare it pretend to be you?!! It's not even close to the real thing, she shouldn't even have tried--

She might try to induce a hallucination of you to help her get through the day to day, but it's not the same. She can't perfectly mimic your laugh, or your smile, or the way you tuck her hair away from her face. It's so obviously not you, and Donna is... alone.

I do hate to say it, but she will absolutely try to kill herself if you died. You were the one person who understood her, empathized with her, and you were her best friend. You were her support system, the one person who could carry her through the worst times in her life, but you're gone. Donna can't believe that anyone else could be there for her like you were.

Salvatore Moreau

Absolutely, irreparably broken.

When the two of you were in a relationship, you busied yourself not only with smothering Salvatore in all of the love and affection that you could, but you also did a lot to help his self-esteem and mental health.

You made sure he knew that he was loved, that you could never hate him, and even on your death bed you make him promise never to forget how wonderful he is.

Once you're gone, though, Salvatore cracks.

He clings to every bit of you felt behind. All of your jewelry, clothing, pictures and sentimental items are preserved to the best of his ability. Your living space is transformed into a shrine dedicated to you.

It's not healthy, but he also deifies you in his memory. Mother Miranda is no longer the only person that he worships-- the memory of you is now sacred to him. You become something holy and perfect in his mind's eye. It doesn't matter how many flaws you had in reality, your death has turned even your worst flaws into traits to be admired and praised. His perception of you is totally twisted.

Speaking of Mother Miranda, he regresses a lot. His adoration of Mother Miranda was something you were helping him work through, but now he's right back at square one, and even worse off than before.

Moreau can't make a decision on his own anymore--from what to say, to what to do, and sometimes even what to eat. After all, it's his fault that you died, isn't it? You were his partner and he used to be is a doctor. How could he possibly trust himself with anything when he couldn't manage to save the most important thing in his life?

To the rest of his family, he's more pathetic than before. His obsession with his Mother was usually limited to when she was in the room, but now it's constant.

If he ever hears the quote "It's better to have loved and lost, then never loved at all," he gets supremely, violently angry. No. No, that's not true, it's bullshit, how dare you even say that to his face.

If he hadn't loved you, you would be alive. He would be alone, but you would be safe. You would be happy.

Now he's alone, and all you are is dead. He can't ever come back from it.

Karl Heisenberg

Rage. Unending, earth shattering Rage.

Whatever killed you better start to fucking pray, because Karl Heisenberg will not quit until it's suffering.

He doesn't kill who or whatever it was. He let's it sit there, mangled beyond belief, and uses his knowledge of mechanics and biology to keep it alive in constant, unending pain.

It's cathartic for him, but not in a healthy way. The more he hurts it, the better he feels, but at the end of the day, you're still gone, and he's still alone.

He's... lost.

Heisenberg should be angry, fuck he wants to be angry more than anything, but the longer he keeps the thing alive... emotions seem like they're too far away anymore. He wants to scream, he wants to cry, he wants... you.

He keeps something of yours in his pocket at all times, just to run his fingers over it and remember you. Your eyes, your laugh, your smile... It's almost like a stress ball, and these days sticking his hand into his pocket to wrap his fingers around the thing is the only way he can calm down.

Sometimes he turns to ask your opinion on something, or tell you a joke with a big smile on his face because this one is going to make you laugh for sure-- and then he freezes when the reality sets in once again. You're not here.

Remember, Heisenberg has idealized the two of you as this perfect partnership. You were the first person who looked at him and loved everything that you saw. You weren't just his first real relationship, the first person that he implicitly trusted, but you were also his very first real friend.

He wasn't the most friendly person to begin with, but he did get better because of you. He was still spoiled, a little socially awkward, and maybe his dark sense of humor would slip and get a little too much, but he grew as a person.

Now that you're gone, he can't even remember what it's like not being a cruel, empty shell of rage. All he has left is his hatred of Mother Miranda.

After a while, it doesn't matter if he's ready to take her on or not. He's going to face that bitch head on and kill her, or die trying.

If he wins, he's finally free. If he doesn't... that's not so bad either. Karl doesn't really believe in an afterlife, but there's something appealing about joining you wherever you might be.

#angst #death #alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #karl heisenberg #re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #dead reader #tw: suicide

[yanderes-galore]

Can I get a Chucky yandere alphabet, please?

Sure! I tried to keep it general as there was no movie specified. I have not seen every Chucky movie but I think I get the premise, lol. I tried to keep things in character, so he is a horrendous yandere (as he should be-).

Yandere Alphabet Here

Yandere Alphabet - Chucky

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Violence, Obsession, Murder, Sadism, Mass murder, Blood, Possessive behavior, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Swearing, Disturbing behavior, Made him horrible on purpose because that's who he is, Supernatural/Doll possession, Stalking, Torture mentioned, Obviously forced and twisted "relationship".

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

When it comes to Chucky... it's aggressive for the most part. He's aggressive in a lot of way despite being like two feet tall. Despite the whole doll situation he is still very strong and Intimidating.

There's a good chance he'd harm and torment his darling. He isn't the most affectionate person, never really has been. In canon he's be ruthless with you, the less canon version would care a bit more but affection isn't his strong suit.

He'd be an extremely intense and destructive yandere towards his darling.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Messy as all hell. He's a murderer. Most of the time he kills for fun.

He'd kill rivals, he'd kill your entire family, he'd kill who he feels he has to.

Chucky doesn't mind spilling gallons of blood if it means he keeps you alone. He wants to be the only person around you. He likes the idea of making you feel so alone...

Just so he can swoop in and be the only one for you.

Romantic, isn't it? (Obviously it's not-)

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He can be rather cruel. He would definitely mock you at times then claim he's teasing. If he manages to abduct you he'd be a sadistic little shit about it.

Although over time, to get you to open up to him since he hates being ignored, he'd try to be softer.

It doesn't come off as natural when he trues to express care. This is mostly due to his nature and the fact he's a murderous doll who can't stay dead.

Despite this he tries to show he cares for you in his own twisted way. He'd manipulate you heavily, too. This is because with all the murder going on... your head will be in a vulnerable place.

Just don't expect anything cuddly.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

It's dubious on what Chucky will or will not do. I want to say he won't force anything intimate like with Nica? (Got this from the Wiki, could be wrong) Again, I feel it would be dubious due to how vile he is in the franchise.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Ehhhh, not much. He "cares" for you but it's hard to tell if it's genuine care or not. You could mistake Chucky's bloodlust and possessive behavior towards those who interact with you as vulnerability, maybe?

He can be a bit hard to read when it comes to his obsession over you.

Hard to tell if he's killing others because they knew/talked/were involved with you or because that's just him.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Oh, that's cute-

Do you really think just because he's small he's vulnerable? Wrong.

If you tried to fight back there's a good chance he'll just subdue you somehow. I don't recommend underestimating him unless you have a way to stop him like a gun.

Otherwise... that's a good way to get your Achilles tendon sliced.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Yes. He would love to treat you escaping him as a game. He's fast and stealthy due to supernatural means. He'd love to see you try to escape... only to fail just as intended.

Oh, what fun!

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

If he decided to turn you into a doll then that would be the worst experience for you. Obviously he will at some point.

After all... a human and a doll aren't entirely compatible in every way.

Don't worry, the pain of your murder by his hands won't hurt too much (it'll hurt lots-).

By the end of it you'll be a doll, just like him.

Good luck running.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

When it comes to Chucky... not entirely sure. He likes the idea of tormenting you as he is a sadistic man. Although once he makes you an immortal doll... he'll try to be more caring than cruel.

It's a difficult feat for him as he is a vile killer. He also plans on showing you the art of murder. Why?

Well, you're partners now, aren't you?

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes and he will lash out. He will lash out so much to the point he'll kill. If he sees you with other people, as a human or not, then he kills them. Plain and simple.

No one else gets to have you now if he's here.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Chucky will act cruel and sadistic, often farming your fear. His obsession starts with your torment but soon mellows out. Although... not by much.

He may try to flirt with you, which is strange coming from a doll. There's times he tries to care for you but it's clear he struggles with it.

Chucky is volatile and tends to fly into rages or fits of bloodlust. He is mostly a destructive yandere and not all that nurturing.

He'll try to be a bit better at affection for you since he loves you so much (doubt).

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Stalking, flirting, teasing... all of it comes out wrong due to him being... him.

There is not much courting. It's you becoming his new victim then by some unfortunate set of events becoming his new partner.

A fate worse than death, really.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

For the most part, not really.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Surprisingly, not isolation!

It's worse.

Chucky prefers torture as he likes to hear your screams. He wants to hear you beg... he wants to hear you plead for forgiveness.

He likes to make your blood flow from his knife....

Doll or not, he'll show you you're his.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Most of them if not all.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Chucky doesn't have much patience, he even gets bored if hunts take too long.

When it comes to you he still gets impatient with your defiance.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Bold of you to assume you're leaving?

Death, escaping, why's it matter?

You act like he can't bring you back and trap you?

He remembers people and will hunt you down until he has you.

Then you can get the doll treatment after you're dead!

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Nope and no!

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He's a serial killer... he's in it for the power and the sadism.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He takes a sadistic sense of pleasure in the fact he's caused you to break down so bad. Although with time it gets irritating so he tries to stop it.

Which fails miserably.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Sadism and mass murder, maybe? Not many do that-

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Getting your hands on a weapon and fleeing as far as you can. Yet let's be honest, there isn't a way to exploit him.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He'd go to great lengths to keep you but not worship you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He doesn't pine, he just selects you and the obsession goes from there.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes.

#yandere slasher #yandere slashers #yandere chucky #yandere child's play #yandere charles lee ray

[youryanderedaddy]

Bewitched

I say fuck writing schedule m’rite hahaHa... 

Dynamic: Yan!witch hunter x witch darling

Summary: You get captured by the village’s witch hunter but he might just let you live if you prove to be useful.

tw: nsfw, non-con, threats, mention of religous themes (God, Devil, etc), kindapping, obsessive/possessive behavior, slight violence, degradation, vulgar language

 You could hear something. It was different from the sweet songs of the birds early in the morning or the restless howl of the wolves just before the clock hit midnight. And the smell was different too. There were no daisies, roses, magnolia or herbs to cleanse the air from the nasty smell of humans. Your clothes reeked of someone unknown, someone mortal and cruel, foolish down to their heart. Your hands were tightly bound, your shoulders pushed back in a way it was hard to feel the energy running in your own veins. There was a leather blindfold over your eyes, dulling your senses until you felt like nothing more than an animal trapped in a cage. As soon as despair managed to find its way into your lungs he entered the room and you knew instantly it had been him who had captured you.

 "You are awake." The man noted quietly as his heavy yet careful steps got louder, closer. Soon his hand was resting on your thigh, drawing small pictures, initials, anything to throw you off balance and keep your mind closed and your inner vision too blurry to focus more on killing him and less on the shame his touch brought. "The village paid me to kill you. We know you are a filthy creature of the night." He spoke trough his teeth in a eery, off-putting way. You could feel the cold sharp end of his silver dagger poking at your exposed collarbone, near to your neck. One inch away from a fatal wound, one move away from taking your life forever.

 "Go on then." You taunted the hunter while licking your scarlet lips, your heartbeat still violent with no sign of slowing down any time soon. "Kill me." You whispered despite the fear tearing at your insides like a wild beast. The blade suddenly pressed harder against your skin, enough to make you still frozen but lacking the actual strength to pierce. The human knelt down next to you, never dropping the deadly weapon from its sacred spot on your vulnerable neck. "You are a witch. The Devil's own spawn and blood. I just can't let you live among us." The man uttered quickly like a curse yet made no attempt to move the edge deeper. And you wanted to tell him everything about the sisterhood and the way all of you lived in peace and quiet until the villagers started killing off your friends for existing. The way you loved nature and harmony and despised violence, but of course the human would never listen to a dirty sorceress, a witch. So you just stayed there motionless on the ground, reconciled with your terrifying fate and its twisted ways.

 Meanwhile the hunter let the dagger penetrate into the warm flesh, drawing a few drops of fresh blood, and it dripped onto the floor like a brook of suffering. But the man was hesitating - his palms were sweaty and his eyes were hazy, he was unsure. After a few painful moments of indecisiveness he finally pulled the blade away and threw it in the dark corner of the room. The following silence filled the space with tension so heavy it could suffocate until the villager opened his mouth. "You have seduced me with this unholy body of yours." Adam said sternly and clenched his fists. "That's why I can't kill you." His voice was low and dangerous yet desperate and defeated. "I saw you back then in the forest." He started off as his hand traveled to your cheek and stroked it gently. "You were dancing around and picking flowers. You looked so pure and beautiful - like an angel. I couldn't stop watching you." The hunter confessed quietly and you felt his cold lips on yours. The kiss was bitter, soaked with the humiliation of his advances and the knowledge he had you at his mercy. "Damn your evil magic for making me feel this way". The man dragged his teeth through your lower lip and bit down in anger, moaning into the forced act of fake intimacy.

 He pushed you down aggressively, the ropes digging into your bruised flesh even more now. You couldn't move your limbs at all and you felt too tired to argue or yell at the man. It was clearer than a day that he was obsessed with you but it was far from your doing. If you had known just how easily humans became fascinated by beauty and youth you would have thought twice before using their forest as a home. And as much as you wanted to curse the cruel man forever your heart just couldn't let you harm someone with a beating heart. You were stuck and he was touching you everywhere with a palm so warm it felt like wax on your sensitive skin. Your long black dress was ripped to shreds and all the red beads from your necklace were rolling on the floor as a mockery to your title. You were stripped down to your bones and left with nowhere to hide from the monster trying to break you. The energy in your body was gray and filthy, too weak to do more than upset you even further. 

 "I am going to make you mine tonight. I will use you like the dirty pagan slut you are." Adam cupped your breasts together in a swift move and you shivered at the contact of flesh. His words were painful and didn't help ease the fact that it was the first time someone had touched you in such a private place. In no time your eyes had filled with tears you were too proud to spill but too scared to hold back. "Aww, are you crying, wench? Go on, cry some more for me. When I'm done with you no one will want you. You'll be ruined for anyone other than me." He cooed at you and took hold of your naked legs, spreading them apart which caused you to break down in a pitiful mess of tears, snot and hushed breathes. "You should be greatful I am letting you live. If you weren't so beautiful I would have killed you in an instance." The hunter kept going, his voice low and deprived, his hot fingers brushing against your belly, the disgusting feeling in your guts making your chest tighten, caging your bleeding heart inside. "You are lucky I like taming wild animals." He continued harshly, a crazy look in his enlarged pupils so blue and clear, yet so intimidating and suffocating to its victims.

 You inhaled sharply in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves and begged the villager with any strength left in your trembling body. "Please stop, please, for the love of the universe, just don't do it, just let me go and you shall never see me again." In reply the man simply smirked maliciously and licked his lips as he positioned himself over your open, exposed folds. His hands were rough and grabby, roaming over your frame and groping, digging, pinching every little curve. You prayed to both nature and the Gods above someone would come and take you away from this nightmare but to no avail. "No one will save you, witch. If they find you, you're dead, so you better be nice and quiet like a corpse while I take you." Adam spat out with poison and without any warning thrust his massive manhood into your tight entrance. The pain was sharp and piercing, white and hot. This time you started crying out loud in despair finally having realized you were truly alone. The humans wanted nothing more than to see you burn and now you were getting punished for being different.

 The man didn't spare you any moment of suffering. He would place wet kisses all over your body, bite at the soft flesh until red and scratch any time he felt the need to hear your miserable whines. "Look at the way I'm splitting you open on my cock, you are so damn tight. I wouldn't have guessed you were a virgin if you weren't bleeding like a little bitch." Adam chuckled darkly and hit your cervix over and over again until the pain turned into something else you were too ashamed to name. "If you ever try to tempt someone else with this sinful body of yours I'll fucking kill you." The man cursed under his breath and brought two finger over your clit, stroking it gently and drawing cicles. You threw your head back at the sudden jolt of pleasure and closed your eyes, trying to distance your mind from what was being forcefully done to your anatomy.

 "You feel so good around my cock, so pretty with your tits bouncing every time I pound into you. I love you so much." The hunter suddenly uttered as he slowed down the pace, driving into you with careful thrusts before going back to roughly shoving his length into your sensitive hole. "Say it back." He ordered lowly and smashed his lips on yours pushing his wet tongue all the way in, his hands messaging your breasts and toying with the stiff little nipples on top. You gained the courage to shake your head no so the villager wrapped his fist around your slender neck, giving it a light squeeze as a warning. You had no choice but to mumble a soft "I love you." when your survival instincts took over your dignity. Your sweet broken voice was enough to send the man over the edge and he came violently in your tight channel while whsipering all sorts of terrible, filthy words into your ear.

 You thought the torture was finally over but your hopes were quickly shattered when Adam pressed his fingers over your overestimulated bud and flicked it around, your mind finding it hard to copperhead the intense pleasure after the pain. "Cum for me, wench." He commanded you harshly and kept playing with your love button until your pussy clamped down and you experienced your first orgasm at the hands of a filthy, egotistical human.

 The male stroked your hair gently but still didn't move to undo the ropes keeping you restrained on the hard floor. "I've always wanted you." The hunter admitted in the next moment. You wondered whether you wanted him to shut up or keep rambling to distract you from the shame and humiliation. Your eyes were red and puffy from the sobbing and your head pulsated with dull pain. "I'll never let them catch you." Adam reassured you quietly as he drew small circles on your arm with his knuckles. "I will keep you forever, my love. It doesn't matter that you have succumbed to the Devil because from now own you are only going to serve me." He kissed your neck softly.

 "I'll become your God."

#yandere #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere smut #yandere oneshot #yancore #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #male yandere x you #yandere witch hunter #witch darling

[harryspet]

For your holiday darkfics, I'd like to request an angel reader/demon Steve, with "Your soul is mine", "Oh, did someone get lonely?", and "Remind me why I can't kill the carolers?" -🐇

your soul is mine | steve rogers 

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, demon!steve x angel!reader, noncon, kidnapping

a/n: this was a lot of fun, i hope you enjoy!

In which you’re an angel and a demon named Steve Rogers owns your soul. 

word count: 1.6k 

taglist: @buckysbunny @cherienymphe @hollandsdream @micki-smiles @buckybarnesplumwhore @brattypeony @hermayone @buckysugar @mischiefmanaged011 @visintaes @watercoolerpaint @disaster-rose

A darkness wrapped around you, invading your dream state. You went from imagining a shining sun over a meadow, running with your brothers and sisters to a setting sun and scorched earth. Your eyes snapped open and you found your captor looking at you from across the room. 

“Oh, did someone get lonely?” Steve noticed how you were curled up in your bed, hugging a book and pillow tightly. You sat up quickly, pushing the book to the side and your hair from your face, “You could hold me at night if you wished.”

You had to admit that the body that Steve was inhabiting was quite handsome. He probably chose someone strong and handsome, knowing how far it would get him in the real world. Still, the blonde hair didn’t quite match those black eyes. 

“I’d never be able to sleep with you so close to me,” You said, distaste in your tone, “And you’d probably be miserable showing any ounce of affection.”

Steve smirked, “Who said anything about affection? I imagine sinful things when I think of lying next to you, darling. Rough …. cruel, ungodly things. Your devout leader wouldn’t let you back into his gates after what I’d do to you-”

You looked away, “Stop it, please. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“I know, I know, I won’t get a rise out of you. I’ve been torturing angels for two hundred years and I’ve never made one raise their voice. Even if I’m sawing off their little wings, they won’t say a cruel word towards me … it’s quite infuriating.”

You couldn’t help but imagine that pain, like your soul being torn from your body. 

“If I’m no different than the rest then I’m not sure why you keep me around,” Unexpectedly, you saw his smirk falter. He’d been stoic for your entire kidnapping but your words had struck a chord in his empty heart. 

“Your soul is mine,” He said, “And, sadly, that’s worth quite a lot so I have to get a good use out of you. Speaking of, get up and get dinner ready.”

He snapped his finger and the chain connected to the bed frame detached from the collar around your neck. The sigil engraved into the metal was a kind of angel trap which kept you tethered to the house and your powers at bay. You frowned, “You said you’d give me a break for the Holidays.”

“You know better to trust a Demon, I shouldn’t have to explain that,” Steve spoke, sound amused, “And I’ve decided that I want to get into the holiday spirit and it’s in your best interest to be merry and jolly just like me. Up, up, up.”

You stood up from the bed, your white dress falling down to your ankles, and you made your way past him. He followed you down the hallway and to the stairs. The home was old and gothic, decked out in antiques. As you made your way down the stairs, you realized why he was following. 

The house was decorated in red and green, fairy lights, and even a Christmas tree, “So? Do you feel like a human again?”

You didn’t answer immediately as you admired everything. It reminded you of a time that was very far away, “It’s beautiful,” He sensed your hesitance as you worried this was all an elaborate trick, “Why?”

Steve shrugged, “I wanted to see what the excitement was all about.”

“And do you feel it? The holiday spirit?”

He smiled, ignoring your question “I feel like I could go for a delicious Christmas Eve dinner. Get to work.”

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You were intently listening to the cascade of angelic of voices coming from outside the door. Looking out the living room, you saw them walking along the sidewalk and singing The Little Drummer Boy. 

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?” Steve asked from his chair as he stared down the burning fire. You’d finish dinner moments ago and had resigned to the living room.

“Just let one beautiful thing exist, please,” You looked at them longingly, wishing you could feel the snow, and sing the lord’s praises. Surprisingly, Steve didn’t immediately respond. A while passed and the voices of the carolers faded away and so did your peace. 

He snapped his fingers and you were out of your trance. You turned to face him, his hellish eyes burning holes into your skin, “Let’s play a game, angel,” He smiled. 

“A game?” At first, your thoughts were innocent. You imagined a board game or cards but those thoughts didn’t last long, “I’d rather not.”

“I’m sure you’d rather keep your wings as well.”

You crossed your arms, “Fine.”

“Good girl,” He smirked, “How about a simple game of Truth or Dare?”

“... Do I get to ask you questions too?” Steve’s eyes narrowed at you, “It’s only fair.”

“Right, it’s only fair. Come, sit,” He beckoned you over and you assumed he wanted you to sit on the couch but he stopped you, “No, here, on your knees.”

You paused, trying to swallow your fear. You stepped in front of him before moving down to your knees. You imagined that he wanted to maintain your power imbalance. He couldn’t have you feeling any sort of pride when you asked him truth or dare. 

“Truth or Dare, angel?” He asked, leaning forward, his eyes on your collar. 

“Truth,” You answered, looking up at him.

“Are you waiting for a particular, little boy angel or girl angel to come and save you?”

You tried to hide the emotion in your eyes, “No … not one that you haven’t already killed.” You couldn’t look at his smile without tears brimming in your eyes. He opened his mouth, probably to say something hurtful but you interrupted, “Your turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” 

“Why haven’t you killed me?”

He hesitated which you hadn’t expected. Demons weren’t known for having feelings, Satan had tortured it out of all of them, but you thought you saw a glimpse of something in his eyes, “I enjoy watching you break every day. Usually, I get quite bored of angels after a while. Not you.”

“But-”

“Your turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“You can’t say Truth twice.”

“I’ve never heard of such a rule.”

“I just made it up,” Steve grinned, “Now, what’s a good dare for an angel? I dare you to … kiss me.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, “No, please, anything else.”

Your words angered him, “You could kiss something else of mine-”

“Steve…” You tried to plead with your big doe eyes, “I know you think I’m different than the others … I’m not.”

He leaned forward, his hand grabbing your face, and you shut your eyes tightly, “You are. I can see something you cannot,” Warmth spread through your body and you felt waves of darkness and violent pictures in your mind, “Kiss me. I won’t ask again.”

Shaking, you leaned forward, your eyes blinking open. Steve had closed his eyes, waiting for your lips to touch his. His fingers touched your neck and hair. Your lips were soft against his, despite how stiff you were from the nervousness. Steve stroked your cheek with his thumb as he slowly moved his lips against yours. 

He heard you whimper and his anger began to grow. The kiss deepened, and Steve got more rough as he explored your mouth. You grabbed his arm, trying to pull away, and Steve felt the light inside you only for a moment before it was stomped out. 

When you roughly pulled away, Steve knew he’d sunk his talons into you. Your eyes were dark, the light fading away, as you were overcome with emotions. You fell back on your elbows, breathing heavily, before you wiped your mouth, “What … what did you do?”

“You don’t know what happens when you kiss a demon?” Steve turned his head, looking down at you curiously. 

You scrambled away, getting to your feet, though you felt a bit lightheaded, “Y-You took my light …,” You breathed out, “No more games. Stay … please don’t touch me.”

Steve stood up, his shadow draping over you, and you stepped back, “I didn’t take it,” Steve chuckled, “I destroyed it, darling. You’ve been here in purgatory for months, you’re incredibly weak, and you won’t survive with all that good inside you. You need me.”

“I’d rather die.”

“I’d rather keep you around,” You turned to run but he grabbed you by your upper arm, pulling you into him, “Destroying that purity… fucking that darkness into you, that’s what I want.”

That winter night, Steve held you down in front of the burning fireplace. He tasted you in unthinkable ways, giving you a pleasure you’d never experienced, dipping his fingers inside of you. It hurt and you screamed but that feeling didn’t last long. He took his time making sure you were a moaning mess and, by the time, he entered you, you were a wet chasm wanting to be filled. 

He’d thrust into you deeply and watch how your eyes grew darker and darker. You tried holding onto whatever good things you could and, because it was your nature, you still wished for him to be saved. 

Your body was still writhing when he collapsed beside you. You had nothing left to say, feeling great shame for letting a demon pleasure you. “You’ll thank me later … for helping you.” Still, he carried you up to bed that night, leaving so you could sleep without the nightmares his touch would bring. 

Before you closed your eyes, you realized he hadn’t connected the chain on your collar to the bed. Though a dark cloud now surrounded your heart, you thought that maybe some of your light had sunk into him. 

#tistheseasonfordarkfics #harryspetrequests #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve x reader #demon!steve #angel!reader #avengers smut #Dark Avengers #dark fic

[yanderememes]

yandere jotaro anon: y-yandere joot hc please 😳😳😳

warning: physical harm/violent, abuse

Hmmm, let's see... (I’ll keep this sfw... for now 😏)

He doesn't know how to deal with his feelings but they're growing stronger with each passing day. He can't seem to stop thinking of darling! He’s lowkey a stalker and stares A LOT

At first, he'll dismiss it. His line of work is too dangerous and no thanks to his trauma from Dio, he's learned its better to push people away to keep them safe and to keep his heart from breaking

He’s a man of few words with a RBF, so it’d be hard for darling to tell if he likes them or hates them

But don’t get it twisted. He feels deeply. He can't deny he's drawn to darling. Despite being an introvert, he'll actively seek your presence and just chill with you. ALONE.

He hates it when others try to butt in his time with darling. His protective and possessive nature will come out. He won’t even try to hide how much he hates the other’s presences 

Love is all too unfamiliar to him. Sure, men and women have demonstrated their interest in him but it was never reciprocated

He doesn't know how to deal with his feelings of lovesickness so it makes him impulsive.

Some random guy is asking you for directions? Jotaro will immediately jump in and scare the poor guy off

You made plans with your friends? Jotaro will invite himself and act like a complete asshole to your friends so that they can piss off and he can get you all to himself

Unfortunately, stand users are drawn to each other. The final straw for Jotaro is when an enemy stand user almost kills darling. All hell breaks loose and he’ll trap you in his house

No matter how much darling screams and begs to be released, Jotaro doesn’t listen. He’s stubborn like that and rationalizes to himself that this is all to keep you safe

I headcanon that Jotaro’s love language is physical touch. As a yandere, he would aggressively grab darling and kiss them. When he’s working on his thesis or other academic papers, he’ll want darling sitting on his lap. He’ll hold them with a vice grip to make sure darling can’t squirm around and distract him.

It can be scary being his darling because it’s so hard to read Jotaro. You really can’t tell what he’s thinking and what his next move will be. One day he’ll want your affections and the next thing you say one thing wrong and he’ll get rough

When darling misbehaves, Jotaro can be somewhat cruel. Sometimes even harm darling, leaving them with bruises. But he can’t help it. He doesn’t know how to show love. 

He wishes he could console them when they cry because he does feel bad. Why did he do that? He wonders. Darling just drives him crazy

He knows he’s awkward when it comes to dealing with emotions. So he ends just standing there, staring at them while they cry 

This is all for darling’s sake... right?

#yandere #yandere jojo x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jjba #yandere jotaro #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro x you #tw physical harm #tw physical violence #tw abuse

[sapphirelass]

Deal? - Remus LupinxDaughter!Reader

Hi! :)

Deal? (Part 1) | Oh, darling... (Part 2) | I’ll be by your side (Part 3) 

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Please note:

1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)

2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)

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You probably already knew this, but still XD

(Y/N) - Your name

(Y/N/N) - Your nickname

(Y/H/L) - Your hair length

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I swear, my next story won’t be about Umbridge XD

Word count: ≈ 2300

Warnings: Umbridge, angst, slight swearing

Enjoy!

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“I do not wish to criticise the ways of the school, however you have been exposed to some rather irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed - not to mention” the toadlike professor threw a dark glance at a sandy haired student and smirked evilly, “extremely dangerous half breeds”.

The student in question raised her hand angrily, and glared at Professor Umbridge. “Yes?” the teacher smiled sweetly, “miss… Lupin, am I correct?”

“Yes, (Y/N)!” she began, “but that’s besides the point. Look, I know what you’re doing, but Professor Lupin was the best DADA teacher we’ve ever had, and I’d be more than happy to bet everything I own on that being quite a common opinion in this classroom!”

Most of her fellow classmates nodded furiously, and the young girl turned her head towards her professor, who immediately cleared her throat and declared: “Well, I’m afraid simply being a beloved teacher doesn’t really matter, dear.  Werewolves are still extremely dangerous creatures. They are beasts that are undeserving of respect and that should not be allowed to be part of our fine wizard community. They are uncontrollable, and highly likely to injure or possibly kill young witches and wizards, including their own children.”

She flashed a cruel, yet pleased, smirk as (Y/N) furiously stood up, despite Hermione desperately trying to force her down.

“You have NO IDEA what you’re talking about!?” she whispered angrily, her nails digging into her palms as her fists clenched. “You have probably never even met one of these so called ‘half breeds’, have you? No, you were most likely just told some bizarre stories containing more lies and made up facts than truths, and decided to put that worthless ‘knowledge’ - if you can even call it that - to use by spreading rumors and destroying the lives of innocent people.”

Umbridge looked frantic, and was about to speak up, but (Y/N) got there first. “I despise people who look down on others. People who claim to be better than everyone else. People like you. You certainly don’t deserve respect!”

She took a deep breath, and was about to continue when Umbridge’s shrill voice forced her to stay quiet. “That’s quite enough! Detention, miss Lupin. The rest of the week, five fifteen, don’t be late”.

***

A few hours later, (Y/N) made her way back to Umbridge’s office. She knew her friends had wanted to talk to her, but she had done her absolute best to avoid them all afternoon. She simply didn’t feel like explaining to them why she had done what she did. She’d gladly do it again though. Her father was the kindest, wisest, most incredible person she had ever met. He had done everything in his power to give her a good childhood, and no one had the right to insult him. She’d defend him to her last breath if that’s what it would come down to.

She knocked on the door carefully, and pushed it open when she heard a shrill, terrifying voice sing a sweet “come in”.

“Oh, miss Lupin, almost late I see!” she said arrogantly. (Y/N) didn’t have time to answer before her teacher continued. “Sit down.”

***

The detentions went on for another four days before Umbridge told her she didn’t have to come back the following evening, but that she better hold her tongue unless she longed for more. (Y/N) tried to keep that in mind, but still lost her cool a few more times before the end of the semester. However, the Christmas holidays were approaching, and though her red, swollen hand caused her to worry slightly, the idea of seeing her dad and godfather caused her enough joy to tip her mood over to “mainly happy”.

She stepped off the train with her friends, and immediately spotted her father on the platform.

“Dad!!” she shouted, and threw her scratched arms around his constantly scarred torso. “Merlin, I’ve missed you so much”. She buried her head in his shoulder, simply enjoying the feeling of love and safety that he somehow instantly gave off.

“Hello, darling!” he said gently, returning the bone-crushing hug. “I missed you too, believe me…”

(Y/N) wanted to stay like that forever, but eventually let go as she intended to at least try to keep her… problems… hidden. She had never really been able to keep secrets from her dad, and therefore didn’t want to do anything he would consider “out of the ordinary”. If she did, he’d figure it out, or persuade her to tell him everything within minutes, and she knew he’d feel guilty if he realized what she had done for him. She understood perfectly well that the scars on her hand were deep enough to be visible for the rest of her life, and that nothing she would say could convince Remus Lupin that it was not his fault. She was left with one option: He could not, under any circumstances, know. Ever.

They carried her trunk together, and walked a few feet behind the rest of the gang.

“So?”, her father inquired, “How are things? You all doing okay?”

“I suppose”, she answered, “Our new DADA teacher is quite a daft prick though.”

“(Y/N/N)!”, he muttered sternly, casually trying to hide a smile, “Are you sure that’s the right word? Sounds rather rough, doesn’t it?”

The witch shrugged. “No, I think it fits rather nicely. It’s almost as if she’s trying her very best to prevent us from learning anything helpful…”

“That’s… well, that doesn’t sound very promising, does it?”

“No, hence the slightly offensive description… But enough about her, how are you? Had any company while I was gone?”

The older wizard smiled, easily noticing the tone of his daughter’s voice switch into a far more joyful, energetic one - One he knew and loved!

“Oh yes, I’ve spent quite a bit of time at headquarters, and Sirius essentially isn’t allowed anywhere else, so we’ve done a lot of catching up. There is, believe it or not, a lot to talk about after 12 years without seeing each other, so it’s been very nice.” He turned to her, smiled even broader and added a quick “But I’ve still missed you.”, before quickening his pace to catch up with the others.

***

Later that night, (Y/N), Remus, Harry and Sirius were sat in the living room of number 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry and Sirius were playing catch with an old snitch they had found in the house, lazily throwing it back and forth. (Y/N) lay on a sofa, a thick leather bound book tightly clutched in her hands and her head resting on her fathers lap. He was deeply invested in A Guide to Medieval Sorcery, and father and daughter were simply enjoying a nice, calm evening.

All of a sudden, Sirius grabbed the snitch, sat up straight and reached out towards his godson.

“Harry, what’s that on your hand?”

The dark haired boy pulled the sleeves of his jumper further down and mumbled a quiet “nothing”.

“Sure, let me see then”

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry abo…”

Harry didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, as Sirius had risen from his seat and forcefully grabbed his left hand. The slightly faded “I must not tell lies” was still readable, and Harry winced as the look on his godfather’s face went from composed to furious in a matter of seconds.

“Who?”

“Sirius, I…”

“WHO?!”

By this time, both Remus and (Y/N) had put their books down, and were carefully observing the “argument”.

“It’s our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Umbridge. She’s quite generous when it comes to giving detentions. But mine’s really not that bad now. It barely hurts anymore…”

“That’s totally barbaric!? Moony, we have to…”

“Harry”, Remus interrupted his old friend with a worried look on his face, “What do you mean by ‘quite generous’?”

His heart practically skipped a beat when he felt his daughter shift uncomfortably, however it was Harry who answered.

“‘m quite sure half the Gryffindors have been to her office at least once by now. Even when you’re not really doing anything wrong, she’ll make up a ‘reasonable’ excuse…”

As Harry spoke, (Y/N) had unconsciously been pulling the sleeves of her jumper closer to her fingertips. Remus obviously noticed and made eye contact with Harry, nodding discreetly towards his daughter as if to ask if she too had… well… yeah? Harry closed his eyes, knowing full well how his friend wanted to hide her scars from her dad. It had taken hours of convincing before she had even let him, Ron and Hermione see, and he understood why she didn’t want Lupin to know. He did, however, not like the idea of lying to his former professor, and nodded slightly.

Remus closed his eyes looking simultaneously sad and angered, sat up straight and muttered “(Y/N/N)?”

The young witch took a deep breath and was about to move away from her dad, but he was faster and quickly grabbed her hand. He was very gentle, but she flinched anyways, as her last detention had taken place only a week prior.

“(Y/N/N)”, he repeated, “show me”

“Dad”, she mumbled quietly, “‘tis fine, don’t worry”

“(Y/N)!” His voice sounded far sterner now, “I’m serious. C’mere”

“No, I don’t want…”

“It’s not a question of whether or not you want to, Love”, Sirius explained before his friend could think of a response. “Show your dad.”

“But…”

“(Y/N/N)”, Harry mumbled, “Just… just do it”

“No! I can handle it! Stop making it sound like I’m too weak to do so!”

She felt a tear escape her eye, and stood up to leave the room when Remus waved his wand and locked the door.

Taking yet another deep breath, his daughter turned around, made her way across the room, pulled her left sleeve up and slammed her scarred hand down on the table for the other three to see.

“There! You happy now?!”

A flood of tears were streaming down her face, as her dad, godfather and best friend leant closer and read seven deep-red, awful, heart wrenching words:

***

I must not defend filthy half breeds

***

Remus put his head in his hands and stood up, while Sirius moved closer to his goddaughter and pulled her into a tight hug. Harry joined the embrace and comfortingly rubbed her back.

“why? Why (Y/N/N)?”, her father whispered quietly, his voice barely audible.

“I… I couldn’t…She… sorry…”

The usually calm, collected girl was completely lost for words. Shaking. She had no clue what to say, all she knew was that she had to let her dad know that she was sorry. Sorry for making him feel guilty. Sorry for causing him so much pain. Sorry for not being strong enough.

She walked over to him and noticed heavy, wet tears on his face too. Carefully she wrapped her arms around him, and together they sank down onto the cold floor. They sat there for what felt like hours before Remus finally spoke up, repeating his previous question.

“Why, darling?”

She met his sad gaze and collected her thoughts before quietly whispering “She keeps saying horrible things - pure lies - and she’s enjoying it. She’s throwing insults my way every chance she gets. If I don’t stand up and fight, everyone will think she’s right, and she’s not. Nothing will ever change unless someone works for it, and as soon as that someone backs down, they’ve lost. I’m not having that.”

He looks back at her, his eyes full of pride. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“You mean besides being the most phenomenal dad imaginable?”

He chuckled softly, ruffled her (Y/H/L) hair and held his hand out. (Y/N) slowly placed her hand on her father’s and shifted her gaze towards the floor as he examined the neatly written letters. With a worried expression on his face, he grabbed his wand and moved it back and forth over the scars while quietly muttering a few carefully chosen words. The pain immediately became more endurable, and after putting his wand away the older wizard grabbed his daughter’s shoulders gently, and looked at her in a sad, yet determined way.

“(Y/N/N), as honourable as your intentions are, please don’t do this for me. I’m not going to tell you to back down, but if you’re going to keep it up, don’t let it…” He paused, trying to find the right words. “I can’t stand the thought of you getting injured because of me. I’m not wo…”

“Yes, you are! Stop saying that! I’ll be a bit more selective, if that’s what you want, but don’t you dare tell me not to fight for you. You are my dad, my only family, and there is not a single person on this planet less deserving of disrespect, insults and hate. Dad, you’re amazing, and I’m not letting her fool people into thinking you’re not.”

After a moment of silence, a quiet, “I still don’t like it…”, escaped his lips.

“I know.” She sighed, “That’s why I originally didn’t plan on telling you.”

(Y/N) was fiddling with her fingers, not quite meeting her fathers warm gaze, when she suddenly sat up and said, “Let’s make a deal? I promise to choose my fights more wisely, and in return, you won’t blame yourself for the consequences of said choices? Sounds fair, doesn’t it?”

Her father sighed, but reluctantly answered, “Fine, as long as you promise me one more thing.”

“Hmm?”

“You won’t hide scars or pain from me ever again, no matter whether it’s physical or mental, okay? You’ll let me know, and let me help, always!”

She held her right hand out, her dad shook it and they shared a smile. This time, a true, pure one that actually reached their identically green eyes.

“Deal!”

~ L

Part 2 Oh, darling...

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[yandere-wishes]

⭐Yandere Joestars⭐

(Parts 1-7 + Bonus Charcter: Joseph and Johnny’s characterizations are based off @dear-yandere​ ‘s interperations) I tried to write this mostly in the Joestars' POV. Their respective darlings resemble lifelike dolls rather than human beings to further illustrate how out of touch with reality the Jojos have become.

Warnings: Gore, kidnapping, dehumanization.

Edited: By the amazing Peri!! (@tealyjade-libran )

⭐Jonathan Joestar is possessive. ⭐

It's only when you lose something, that you start to cherish it...

It's an old saying, one that Jonathan remembers from an antique storybook his mother use to read him. It didn't mean anything back then, when he was still an infant too young and new, to fully comprehend what "owning" and "losing" was. But as the years ticked by faster than any clock could keep track of, things started to change. What had once been a passing quote in a chivalrous story about knights and dragons, soon turned into the epitome of Jonathan Joestar's life. 

Soon love wasn't about saving a princess or impressing the neighborhood girls with his boxing skills. No, all too soon love became about own and guarding. 

There may have been a time -long before "Jojo" and Dio met- when Jonathan was just like any other gentleman. Tender and sweet, flirtish at gatherings and charming in ladies' companies...but that was a Jonathan from a could-be-past that had been demolished the minute Dio Brando stepped foot onto the Joestar estate. From then on things depleted all so quickly. Everything Jonathan had come to unconsciously cherished had been so easily stripped from him by his beloved new "brother". 

Everything he loved had been killed, destroyed, or broken in some inhuman way. His friends had abandoned him, his lover had distorted him, his father didn't even notice him...

"It's only when you lose something, that you start to cherish it". The second time he hears that phrase, it freezes him to the pavement, his body star-struck like he just received a message from the heavens. Although it's rather peculiar, why "heaven" would convey a message to him in such an unholy place. 

With Dio having practically kicked Jonathan out of the mansion and countryside. Jojo had no other place to go but the back allies of London. Sure he still tried to be home for supper and bedtime and any other time his father may get an inkling of his absence. But when there was no need to 'appear' Jonathan took to the London streets away from Dio and his lackeys. 

In fate's bizarre game, it's in a backstreet that reeks of days old licker and rotting flesh of paupers that no one has bothered to bury. That Jojo hears that life-defining idiom once more. His dulling sapphire blue eyes follow the mist of those melodious words. Staring until they're practically itching to cut through his sockets and run after those little words. But they stop right before they can leave their eyelets, they stop and stare at the figure that strolls out of the shadows, in such a way, that would make Jojo's father slap him across the face for being "barbarous".  

It's luck or fate or maybe even destiny that leads the heir of the Joestar legacy to meet his darling in the slums of England. 

"How my heart resonates when I lay my weary eyes on your enchanting face..."

There's an odd sweetness about the naivety that surrounds his little friend. A sort of innocence that comes with not knowing about the hell that he's gone through. It's charming in a moderate way, his darling can't come to despise him if they haven't got a clue who he is. Keeping both his worlds as far apart as possible is really the only option left. Dio and his friends can't hurt his new friend? Lover? Companion? In actuality, Jonathan really doesn't know what you are to him. At first, you're merely a distraction from his crumbling, lonely shell of an existence. A sort of invisible pillar holding up London's bridge before it collapses into the  River Thames. Sure he views you as another person, unlike the other noblemen Jonathan has no desire to treat you as anything less than a respectable young lady despite your social statutes. 

 Dio can have the noblemen and ladies, he can have all of George's affection and favor, Heck Dio can have the whole goddamn world for all Jonathan cares. So long as he has his darling, his sunflower, his only means for living, then he will be content. 

Jojo lost everything he once loved, but he swears it to every star in the night sky that'll preserve his darling from the wickedness that runs this cruel world. He'll cherish her while she's still in his arms...

He'll protect her, just like the knights did in the old bedtime stories his mother would tell him. 

"...I swear on my honor as a Joestar that I shall never lose you to the likes of anyone, I'll be a true gentleman, a true knight and I'll protect you from any who wishes cause you harm."

⭐Joseph Joestar is Protective and all so patronizing.⭐

Why must Love hurt so much?

It's solitude, pure utter solitude that attracts Joseph to his darling. Oh sure, he must have known them from an earlier time in his life, back when the words Hammon and Ripple just sounded like fancy dessert names. Back when he was still a naive kid wishing on every goddamn star that he could just meet one of his parents for a fraction of a second. Back when life was easy when everything made sense. That's when he first met his darling. Although all so many years ago he probably just thought of them as the little sister he never got a chance of having. 

There's a numbness growing inside him now that his life has slipped off its axes, hurling into unknown darkness that plagues him in the form of Pillarmen and red gems. 

Everywhere he looks there's a reminder that nothing's going back to the way it used to be. No waking up to Granny Erina's voice calling him down for breakfast, no running around chasing Old Man Speedwagon. Everything is gone, replaced by Lisa Lisa's brutal training and Ceaser's endless taunting. 

Day by day nothing changes, but once he looks back every little thing is different. Ruptured and mangled into something unrecognizable. 

But then there's his darling. Someone -or rather something- that's still the same. Just like before. Her smile is still the same as ever, bright and cheery as she runs up to him wrapping her arms around his abdomen muttering about how much she missed her "Dear Big Brother".

(Y/N) is a comfort, a familiarity in a strange new world. She's something so frail and vulnerable, not to mention naive. Thrusted into a world where horror writers don't dare venture into. It's so likely that she'd be captured by one of Kar's zombie vampire things or -even worse- charmed by Caesar’s silver tongue. 

It's thoughts like these that haunt Joseph at night, keep him up and wandering into her room just to gaze at her sleeping form. He's lucid enough to know how it might look. Like he's the bad guy trying to take advantage of a defenseless little girl. But he can justify his actions, he's her big brother, he has to watch over especially when she's at her most vulnerable. If Ceaser ever tried anything or some vampire freak snatched her away in the dead of night, Joseph would never forgive himself!

But what does he get for all his efforts? What does he get for all his sleepless nights and hours upon hours of worrying? Just a small smile and a fleeting kiss on the cheek. No sincere, "Thank you big brother," or, "You're my hero Joseph!" Nothing, nothing worthwhile anyway. 

Now it's a competition, a battle to the death if it has to be -funny how he takes this more seriously than his match against Wamuu.- He's competitive by nature and he's willing to do anything to earn his darling's affection once more. He doesn't care who he has to beat within an inch of their life so long as he can have his darling back in his arms.

There is an aftermath to all of these, once all the fighting has ended and the battle's won. Once Joseph has finally claimed his prize. There's a certain way his darling has to act. She’s got to smile and play the role of the dotting little sister once more. Just so Joseph can justify his actions...

"And your next line is, 'I love you more than anything else big brother Joseph!'...at least I wish it was." 

⭐Jotaro Kujo is cold and sadistic.⭐

Never learned how to love...

A lover by Jotaro's book is nothing more than a walking, talking doll. Someone who cooks meals, irons clothes, and kisses him on the cheek before he leaves for the day. Sure they have other uses, in flares of passionate moments, they're something to hold onto, another pair of limbs to get tangled in. Something hot and solid, someone to push down, to weigh his force on. 

That's it, that's all there is to it...

A lover and a convenient toy are one of the same. 

He knows it's wrong to think about someone that way. To deprive a living thing of all their thoughts and feelings just so it's suitable for him. But at the end of the day who wants to hear idle chatter and gossip or go outside for walks in crowded areas. All too social, it's all so troublesome. All Jotaro wants is a closed-off life, away from the scums of the earth...away from people in general. 

It's such an inconvenience to seek out a lover, to hassle through dates and meetups in hopes of finding someone that clicks. Jojo would even go so far as to call it wishful thinking. So it has to be a pure accident that he even meets his darling. They're just someone who gets tangled in with the crusaders. A perfect living perception of 'wrong place, wrong time'. Someone who's life gets blown to bits and shambles just because fate decided to play a cruel joke on them. 

And that's what piqued Jotaro's interest. The desperate, depleted look of pain cemented over their face. The sparse dying gleam of determination that blazes within their eyes. Oh, what Jotaro wouldn't do to snuff that little ray of hope. To watch as what little purpose they have is ripped from their arms. What he wouldn't do to see them in pain...

Pain is submission, that's really all Jojo wants. A darling submits, not out of their own free will, but because every little thing they've ever loved has been slaughtered, all that they cherished has been stolen from them. 

But it's not enough 

It's never enough

Although Jotaro adores the looks of anguish that decorates his lover's face. There's something more satisfying about maltreating them. About leaving marks all over, about leaving bruises that never lose their violet glow. He's claiming his darling, physically and mentally. Not a single day goes that Jotaro doesn't remind his lover who they belong to. From verbal taunts that plague his darling's mind day and night, to punches that break bones leaving them paralyzed on the floor begging for help, to cuts that are just a little too deep to ever heal properly. 

Even when his darling is behaving, even when the poor little thing does everything her lover tells her to do, there's still going to be some sort of violence directed at her. Some backhanded remark about how useless they are just because they couldn't follow his mother's recipe. Some sort of blow just for greeting him 'too late'. Trivial things morph into punishments, just for Jotaro's sick amusement.

At his core, Jotaro is an unresponsive man, one with no regard for how others feel. He's distant, it's a trait he can't change. He likes how he does things, how there's no room for slip-ups when it's only him. Even his darling isn't someone he'd consider opening up to. Their opinion of him doesn't matter and their feelings are irrelevant. Most days he's gone until the last possible moment, leaving his darling an endless amount of time to mull over every word and scar. 

But here's the catch.

As the clock ticks by, as the nights and days begin to merge into an endless existence, as all hope burns in the pits of hell, darling's mind is also going to stray. Ever so slowly losing its perception of reality. 

'Maybe' spiders begin to spin webs of doubt through darling's empty cranium. The isolation begins to bite at her skin like the razor-sharp fangs of frostbite. They start to crave Jotaro's harsh touches, they start to miss the venom-like words. Every insult and slap to the face is welcomed, all the misplaced anger and death threats start to feel like sweet kisses and flowery touches. 

Poor darling no longer sees big scary Jotaro as a monster. They've lost the ability to see him for what he truly is.

And what happens when Jotaro does finally come home? Oh, how little (y/n) will ravish in the gut kicks and loathsome words. How she'll take every beating with a sweet sugar-coated smile.

Cause this is her life now. A meaningless existence that revolves around Jotaro and his bleak personality. A life that's only worth living when Jotaro is around.

Is it even a life?

"Yare yare daze you're such a hassle, be glad I keep you around...”

⭐Josuke is obsessive with delusional tendencies.⭐

Maybe I'm the one you'll fall in love with next...

Just like his "father" Joseph, Josuke is stuck in a perpetual state between diaphanous and phantasm.

There's something all too wrong with Morioh nowadays. The narrow streets and verbose buildings have started to feel like a transparent cage. The town has always been small, barely reaching a population of 3,000 despite all the new families that keep moving in.

Nevertheless, everything has dulled, faded, and withered into a monochrome collage. The layers of repetitiveness had finally begun to pick at Joskue's nerves...

And yet somehow, by some diabolical twist of fate. In the mists of the oceans of familiarity, Josuke’s eyes grab onto some shimmering pearl lounged into between the crowd of familiar faces. 

Sure he's seen this girl before, but he's never actually seen her. Never stopped to look at the odd way their eyes twinkle like newborn stars or how their skin shimmers with the glow of a thousand suns. 

One second is all it took, a fleeting compliment as you passed by Jojo in the peppermint flavored afternoon. Your hair flowing like a tapestry of the galaxy as you disappeared in the crowd of dead pulsars. Not a care in the world, not for him, not for anyone.  

Destiny was definitely up to its old cruel tricks again. 

He's not stalking. Josuke will swear on his grandfather's grave that he'd never "stalk" a harmless little girl, like some distorted maniac. He just happens to bump into you at the beauty parlor when he's picking up a new brand of hairspray. And it's totally an accident when he meets you out in the abandoned fields! Honest! It's not his fault fate wants the two of you to keep meeting, it's not his fault that you guys are meant to be!

It's not technically a friendship that you two start to build up, it's far from one. Friends don't dream about sugar-filled kisses behind school walls. Or about ice cream that tastes like scandalous touches and candy induced moans. No, Joskue isn't your friend, he NEVER wanted to be your friend. He knows that! He knows what he wants...but with each passing day, he's beginning to doubt that you know that. 

He'd never realized he's been so sensitive on you. So entranced by your out of tune voice that muttered rather than spoke. He's seldom been so eager to throw a punch and crack his knuckles on someone's skull, just for saying you looked "lovely today". 

Whenever his eyes don't land on you, a rage-filled volcano bubbles in the pit of his gut, uncontrollable anger that festers inside of him, like lava waiting to spill out and burn anyone that wanders too close. His palms itch with the need to hold you, to feel your soft skin rubbing against his. 

The jealousy is always there, pricking at his skin like rose thrones. Until they inevitably cut through his flesh and make him lose his composure. He's ready to kick and punch and hurt and kill anyone that comes too close to you, anyone that saunters off their orbit and makes a beeline for you, disturbing the balance of solitude that Josuke so eagerly sets you into.

Sometimes in the dead of night, when the world has finally dozed off, Joskue's mind begins to wonder. He thinks the way he feels about you is the same way an addict feels about his drugs. Maybe to him, you're even more addicting than heroin and ecstasy...and yet he can't quit you, he just doesn't want to quit you. Nothing in this world could compare to your sweet voice that tickles his ear when you lean in, to whisper a secret, or the may your full lips move when you throw another honey-filled insult at him. 

He prefers when you're alone when he's the only one you talk to. 

Sure there are exceptions like everything in life, although in the end  

there's a sort of backhanded irony.

It's those exceptions that are going to hurt him in the. 

Josuke trusts his friends, he knows that Okuyasu and Koichi would never do anything to hurt him...

But you're not on that list and to be fair you're surely the only one who can truly hurt him.

You fall for a friend of his. Not him, not the boy that's been driving himself insane just to earn a smile from you, not the boy that let you get away with insulting his hair and poking insults at his look, not him never him, it just can't be him.

"You're like an older brother to me"...Did you wash your mouth with acid before you spat those words at him? Did you intend to lace your words with knives and blades and rubbing alcohol before you stabbed him? It's figurative, sure. But it might as well be literal. No pain, no cut, no punch from any stand would ever hurt so much! You really don't know what you do to him, do you?

"I'm happy for you," it's a lie, blank and simple. Automatic words that he's practiced in the mirror a thousand and one times. He'd rather watch you suffocate on your own blood than in the arms of another man. He'd rather break every bone in your body than watch you kiss one of his friends. 

How on earth had he ever come to love you? Someone as cruel and cold. Were you even human? You resembled some ice stand more than a flesh and blood person. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM.

He really hadn't meant for it to become an addiction, he hadn't meant to get all so used to the crunch of bones beneath his foot, and the bloodied lips quivering, shuttering out apologizes for having the gall to utter your name in his presence. But there's only so much a teenage boy can take, only so much torture that he can bury inside with a moonlight smile. 

Addictions really do funny things to semi-sane people, huh?

It's a split-second decision, done in the heat of an all so regular moment. It's just a simple half-hearted punch when you beat him at another videogame. Then another

And another

And another

Then a crack, another and another, and before either of you knew it you're on the floor screaming out in pure agony. 

Josuke vows he's not being cruel when he breaks your bones so delicately. He can justify every crack, every fracture. Although it's rather repetitive and in certain cases borderline petty. 

Five broken bones on your left leg just for "kissing" your new boyfriend. Your right leg is bent at an angle you're sure it's not meant to be. All because you hugged said new lover before going to class. 

Josuke's once liquidy blue eyes that held the softness of clouds have been dulled over by a sort of thick mania. His once soft touch is nothing but nails digging into already bruised tissue. His lips wobbling as stray tears flow past his eyes. Muttering apologies and stuttering curses at both you and himself.

It's not really like his darling can leave after that incident. Josuke is known around town as the boy with a diamond heart. There's no way in hell anyone will believe what he did to you. It's just better, safer, to stick close to him, to swallow the indignities and paint a loving smile over your face when you gaze into his depraved eyes. 

It's better to pretend to love him, rather than have another limb broken...

"Come on (Y/N), it's just a little crack. If you promise to give me a tiny kiss I'll let Crazy Diamond fix you right up."

⭐Giorno Giovanna is sneaky and manipulative. ⭐

Sono pazzo di te. Sei la cosa più bella che mi sia mai capitata...

There's a sleekness to Giorno, a cunning that's hidden behind layers of charisma and charm mimicking that of his birth father's. It's so easy for him to fool his darling into believing that he's a charming prince from a storybook. He's the good guy trying all so damn hard to make his dream a reality. He's admirable, he's noble, he's Giorno Giovana, the golden boy.  

It's not like he ever intends to hurt his darling. He'd never dream of laying a hand on them, he's all too familiar with the wounds that come from endless beatings. The bruises and phantom pains, that get worse as the days slip by. He knows real pain, and unlike all so many others on both sides of his family, Giorno doesn't want his lover to experience an uncia of it. 

He'd never repeat what his stepfather and mother did to him. He's going to try and do everything he can to make sure that his darling is safe...

Because isn't that what's important? To make sure the one you love is safe. To make sure they don't get swept off their feet by some masquerading drunkard or taken advantage of by some fanciful sadist. 

Giorno will do anything to keep his darling safe, even if it means tampering with their mind a little. Nothing too serious, he'd never even considered changing anything about them. Although isolating them isn't completely off the table and a few verbal threats are fine from time to time. Just for precaution...

Giorno is a rather determined boy, he'll go to any lengths to isolate his lover. Scaring away friends by letting Gold Experience give them a small out of body experience. If they're persistent then he can't guarantee that that out-of-body experience will simply remain an experience much longer. It's not out of malice, but it's what must be done for the sake of his darling, the only other thing he cares about.

There's a shift, a difference between the young naive Giorno Giovanna, the golden boy with starry eyes, and the new boss of Passione, the Mafioso who holds the whole country in the palm of his hand. 

Oh sure, as a simple Soldato Giorno was dangerous in his own right. But Don Giorno? He's the sort of monster written about in the grimmest fairy tales. Wearing the appearance of a true king but underneath the luxury suits and priceless watches, he's just another greedy, fire-breathing dragon.

As the Don of Italy's most influential gang, Giorno's manipulation tactics have gotten rather ....hazardous. He doesn't have time to waste getting rid of every single person that poses a threat to his darling. If someone looks their way, he'll send some goons to take care of them. 

Although it's so much easier to keep his lover locked away, he even has the perfect excuse now. He's the head of the mafia, he has all so many enemies who jump at the opportunity to hurt him in some way. So he has to keep his defenseless little lover locked away in some mansion that's all so far away. 

He's also a bit more violent now. Giorno's more physical, ready to break a bone just for a wrong word or a cracked jaw from a punch for even asking to go outside. He blames it on the stress of running an organization...although it's more likely that all the power from passion has begun to rinse away Giorno's caring side. 

"Cuore mio, Resta con me per sempre"

⭐Jolyne Kujo is clingy and obsessive and delusional.⭐

I can't stay away from you...

Jolyne is a rather condescending yandere. Her rough ragged exterior does little to hide the clingy neediness that writhes inside her shattered heart.

She's soft, dependent, desperate at best. Wanting her darling to approve of every tiny trifling thing she does. Needing their words of praise and approving smiles to have the courage to live another day. 

At times it seems like the only thing keeping Jojo alive is the  "good girl!" and "I'm proud of you!" her darling throws her way. Chanting the words of praise with closed eyes and fluttering smiles of anxiety. 

It's difficult to make her sweetheart realize how virulent this relationship is, far too hard to call Jolyne a Yandere. The derogatory term applies to someone who ceases all control from their lover, who locks them in a basement, and throws away the key. It applies to murders and 

stalkers and lunatics that roam the streets in the dead of full moon nights. It applies to those who were thrown into Green Dolphin for a reason.

 Not to some girl whose life has been demolished over and over and over again. 

Not to the girl with a star birthmark that follows her darling around like a lost puppy in the freezing rain. 

But even Jolyn has her limits. She's been let down time and time again, abandoned and framed by those she thought she loved unconditionally. From friends to boyfriends to even her own father, everyone leaves, they take what they want, and then they leave. 

Flesh like strings, stitched into a web of antithesis and distraught moods, act as a  solid, interchangeable reminder of who really holds the power in this relationship. Of how Jolyne can go from needing her darling to controlling her darling in just a fraction of a heartbeat. She loves them, she swears she does...but they need to stay close to her, they need to only think about her. 

Her addiction gets worse as the days tick by. It's less romantic, less loving. Morphing into a dependency, a compulsion. Rotting thoughts of her darling suddenly leaving, plague her every waking moment. The once semi pleasant conversations between her lover and her friends, get cut off like a severed limb. 

Even Hermes and Foo Fighters aren't "good enough" to be around Jolyne’s lover. She's all so, scared they'll try to take them from her. Stealing the ONLY good thing in her life.

There's a certain degree of control that Jolyne's willing to give to her darling. A sort of freedom to make, revolting appalling choices, so long as they include her. A freedom to boss her around and make her submit. Her darling is free, so long as that freedom revolves around Jolyne.

"(Y/N)~ don't look at them! You should only focus on me! I'm supposed to be your world!"

⭐Johnny Joestar is sadistic and manipulative.⭐

Arrogance disguised as affection...

It's all degradation, all harsh words that sting worse than bullet wounds. Glares from dull wicked blue eyes that might as well kill, cause it's better than the alternative. Smirks that make being alive so damn distasteful. Kisses that engrave the lingering taste of rotting lead into your tongue.

Johnny isn't sweet, he doesn't smile at his little sweetheart. He doesn't pat their head and kiss their temples while uttering sweet nothings into their blushing ear. No, his lover doesn't deserve a honey-coated life. They don't deserve to have what was stolen from him by his so-called "loved ones". Instead, he uses them as a living dart board, for both his acid-laced words and bullet-like fingernails. 

There's no love when it comes to Jojo. He doesn't want to waste time on something so frivolous as a "significant other". But he does like having someone -or rather something- to play with, a form of entertainment that bends at his will. Not a pushover, not someone who's too proud either. But a living doll that can take a few verbal spats and survive an armada of fingernail bullets through the stomach. 

Oh, sure he wants to break them, having a toy that's so conflicted, that questions their own sanity is so much more fun. But it's the intervals that count. Johnny wants to be the one to break his darling. To engrave the helpless look of distress into his memory. He wants to preserve every scream, every tear. That's the whole purpose of even keeping a darling. 

Johnny rarely lets his darling out of his sight. It's so much easier to play with their mind if he's the only one they ever talk to. They'll become so easily dependent on him if he's their only companion. Although sometimes Gyro can get a little too touchy and friendly. And there will be occasions when Hot Pants start to pry into the darling and Jojo's personal life. But the incidents are few and far between. Not like Johnny minds, if anything these minor secondary "meetups" are useful to the paraplegic jockey. They refill his darling with the most precious thing..." Hope". Just so Johnny can beat it out of them all over again.  

There's a darkness that resides deep within Johnny. A toxicity that laces his actions. His life is miserable and he's damn well sure it'll always be that way.....

So why not take his lover down with him?

"Don't you love me darlin' ? Cause I certainly don't love ya."

⭐Jorge Joestar is delusional and obsessive.⭐

What if we lost our minds, together?

A love story better than his parents, that's all Jorge wants. Flower field dates, and quick lingering kisses before midnight. Something sweet, that doesn't have a macabre end. A romance without body-snatching vampires and zombies that shed their flesh. Something normal, gentle, lovable. 

Although with the family he's been born into and the kind of things that keep finding him. Jorge doubts he's ever going to get such a hopeful love life. He's all so desperate to carve a life for himself outside of his family's shadow, but in the end, it's simply eager wishing. 

He's not exactly sure what he's even looking for in a lover. Someone sweet but strong-willed, an average answer. Someone who bears a sort of resemblance to Lisa Lisa. Not physically but rather mentally, he's not a coward, he swears he's not, but he just wants someone who can protect him. A fair exchange in his eyes. His lover will guard him against the bullies and freaks of the island and in turn, he'll protect them from the grim ghouls that run amok through the world. Although when push comes to shove he isn't sure if he'll really be 'protecting' his lover or running away and hiding somewhere with them.

He just wants to fall in love and not go insane, a reasonable request, if he hadn't seen the worst that the world has to offer. It's just wishful thinking, sweet dreams for a boy designed to attract trouble. 

He doesn't want to have conversations with his dead lover's head. He doesn't want to wear their skin and waltz around town. He doesn't want any of that creepy, supernatural stuff that destroyed his parent's love. 

He just wants normal. But as the years slip by Jorge's grip on "normal" slowly begins to decay.

Normal is something, but what that something is has become a blur. Normal isn't vampires and zombies and ghost clowns that throw nooses around people's necks...Yet on the other hand maybe it is? 

He's so far gone that he can't even differentiate between methodical and irregular. His brain's capacity to understand the difference has gotten so altered and broken.

Once he finds his darling he does try to act like the ordinary people of the Canary Islands or England, depending on where he's residing at the time. He tries to follow the mode, just to impress his lover. It's a façade, a bloody masquerade that's bound to deteriorate once he and his lover have settled down.

Although a poetic, domestic life had always been Jorge's dream, he soon comes to learn that it just doesn't suit him. Jorge's paranoia starts to increase. It's comical at first, the way his eyes dart to closed doors, half expecting a killer to emerge. Although the same paranoid tendencies can become rather smothering at times. He's all so certain something is going to jump out of the shadows, some creature with sharp fangs and knife-like claws is going to rip his lover's body to rags. 

He's gotten rather umbrageous now that he's the one who's married and living in the Joestar estate. His tendency to run away from any form of conflict has morphed into a rogue-like sense, much similar to a rabid dog barking at anyone who gets too close to its territory. He keeps his darling locked away inside, triple-checking the locks to make sure no one or thing can get in. He avoids the probing disquieting neighbors who still speak ill of his widowed mother and murmurs about the "curses" bestowed on the Joestar bloodline. Sometimes even getting physical when the insults shift towards him and his new lover. 

Punches are thrown.

Insults exchanged.

And then the door and windows are locked once more.

Leaving both Jorge and his darling in the chilling company of the semi alive shadows.

It's safer in the basement. It has to be safer down there. After all his mother kept his father's severed head down there for decades before anyone found it. So it's only sensible that his lover will also be safe, tucked away in the darkness of a brick room some few meters under the earth. He's not acting like his mother -and deep down he prays that this isn't something his late father would ever even consider doing- It's a thin line of justification, but he can reason with himself so long as he knows it's not something his other family members have ever done. He does try to keep his darling comfortable down there. Buying them the most luxurious furniture and comfortable bedding. Constantly bringing them new forms of entertainment. 

Keeping them in this preserved state is what any reasonable person would do. Not just another insanity driven Joestar.

"It's for your own safety" he's repeated that phrase an umpteenth amount of times, although every time the sculpted words leave his tongue, Jorge becomes less sure of who he's really trying to convince. 

Jorge is all so sure that he's doing all of this for both his lover's safety and to erase whatever misfortune follows around the Joestars, like an airy plague. Even his enrolling for the great war is done with this mindset...

Even though in the end it's also this mindset that gets him killed. Leaving his darling a wide window to freedom. 

"Darling, what do you think when you look at me?"

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[serenityseventeen]

♪ The Last Day of Summer With You

Boo Seungkwan: Beach Volley

“Hey! I told you to keep your hands around my waist!” Seungkwan scolded, glancing back at you who was sitting behind him on the bike.

“It's fine, Seungkwan, it's only for a short moment!” You replied, closing your eyes gently. Around your body was a large strapped bag that contained a volleyball signed by Seungkwan's favorite volleyball team.

Seungkwan hated that he had to be so worried as you daringly opened your arms to hug the wind, allowing yourself to lean back slightly. From the moment you two began riding the couple's bicycle to now, you had made Seungkwan like a father who was concerned for their naughty child, even though he was your boyfriend.

Seungkwan's eyebrows arched inwards as he clenched his teeth and shook his head in disagreement. Despite his constant worries for you who was so carefree like a bird, he felt a relieving sensation as he spotted the beach down below creeping closer into view.

The sound of the waves was getting closer too and now, he could understand how you could open your arms so carelessly. He wanted to hug the wind too but Seungkwan knew that he would be way too scared to try.

“You didn't let the bag loose, did you??” Seungkwan asked half-joking and half-serious as he took a small turn, heading towards the bike parking area.

“Of course not! For the last day of summer, you brought your special, lucky ball! If I lost it, you would kill me even if I'm your darling,” You smiled and opened your eyes, finally clasping your hands around his waist and resting your head on his back.

Seungkwan scoffed and got off the bike. You got off too and made sure the bag was still tightly strapped around your body as Seungkwan locked the bike. You felt excitement rising inside your body and then like a child, you excitedly found yourself running toward the beach, away from your guardian.

After Seungkwan locked the bike, he asked, “Okay, take out the-”

He looked at the place that you were standing previously only to find that you blasted off into the distance with your arms wide open. Seungkwan couldn't help but watch you in disbelief. The initial plan of the day was to bike to the beach then play some volleyball before going to eat at a seaside restaurant but he could tell that you were already getting carried away by the thought of having your feet sink in the sand.

Watching as you ran closer to the water, Seungkwan couldn't help but laugh. Seeing you being all smiley like that made his heart flutter and left him in a daze for a few seconds before he realized, “What am I doing, still here? I should catch up with Y/N...”

You took off the black bag and tossed it down on the sand before you crouched down to unzip it. Seungkwan had jogged over to you and came just in time as you were taking out the volleyball. There were two volleyballs, one signed and one not, because Seungkwan claimed that sometimes, children on the beach would want to play with a ball too, so he always brought an extra if he wanted to play beach volleyball.

You smiled while thinking about how kind your boyfriend was. You just felt so glad to be with someone you knew was an angel at heart. You always thought you were lucky to have Seungkwan but he would always come at you with a counterargument, saying that it wasn't luck, but it was his choice to be with you. Seungkwan would also say that you feeling lucky was how he felt too but vice versa.

“Okay okay, let's just do some rally,” You said, picking up the signed ball. Seungkwan always said that that ball gave him luck when it came to games. “If you fail to receive the ball then you have to do what I ask you to do, okay??”

“Okay, fine,” Seungkwan replied, feeling competitive. He cracked his knuckles and began stretching his arms and legs from side to side. “But if you lose, you have to do what I ask. Let's not make it something too embarrassing.”

You nodded with an aware nod. Standing quite a far distance apart, you served the ball to Seungkwan, who quickly returned it to you. The rally continued with the two of you also trying to sabotage each other in shady ways, but even so, it seemed more fun.

The way Seungkwan was acquiescently smiling left you smiling even more blissfully, eventually distracting you from the ball. Before you knew it, all you could focus on was Seungkwan's joy pouring out of his scintillating eyes and ecstatic smile.

There was a small, soft thud as the volleyball hit the quaggy sand. Seungkwan jumped in joy and you, who had belatedly realized that the ball was flying in your direction, had dived for it, only to land on the floor, missing the ball by a strand of hair.

After his little victorious dancing ceremony, Seungkwan waddled over to you who was sulking, sitting with your legs crisscrossed on the sand. He fanned himself with the end of his white t-shirt and while giggling cutely, said, “Now, what should I make this loser do?”

You stood up while holding the volleyball. You wiped the sweat that was trickling down his sideburns. The sun was so bright that even the cool wind that occasionally passed by could not beat the humid air.

“How about... look, I'll go easy on you because I love you, okay? How about just running to the end of the beach and back? I'll wait for you and play with some of the kids on the beach,” Seungkwan said, smiling. The way he was smiling was painfully annoying but you lost and there was no way around it.

Or was there?

You pouted, trying to get him to change the punishment but he had his eyes closed, feeling the fresh air of the beach flow into his lungs. You couldn't understand how Seungkwan could be so cruel but even so, you loved him.

You sighed and said, “Okay, fine.”

You had to admit that if you were the winner, you would have given Seungkwan the same punishment. It was just how things were between you two; you two were like playful kids.

“Okay, go!” Seungkwan said, opening his eyes to see you start your run to the end of the beach and back, but instead of seeing you blast off, his lips were met with yours. He couldn't deny that he was expecting it, but even if he knew you were going to kiss him, he was still flustered by the sudden action.

“A kiss won't get you out of it every time, even if I badly want to change the punishment now, I won't! I'm not going to fall for that anymore!” Seungkwan said, flipping your around to face the other side of the beach that you had to run across.

“Come on, get going.”

“Fine, fine, whatever, but,” You said softly, taking your beloved boyfriend's hand. “Isn't it better to go together?”

Before he could reply, you were dragging him as you ran, with your destination being the end of the beach. You both ran past people who were sunbathing and it wasn't until Seungkwan called out, “Hey! My signed volleyball, we need to go get that!” that you both paused. After catching your breaths, you both made a U-turn and fetched the bag and volleyball, before executing your punishment again.

“Gosh, this isn't fair,” Seungkwan said as he ran with you. You couldn't help but smile.

“Honestly, I find it pretty fair,” You replied, glancing at him who was lagging behind.

“What? How?”

“Because it was because of you that I lost that rally! Don't you know how beautiful your smile is?”

Seungkwan laughed, unable to believe how incredibly sweet your words were, making his already racing heartbeat accelerate.

“Fine, fine, I guess this is fair enough.”

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© serenityseventeen

a/n: SEVENTEEN IN THE SOOP PREMIERED TODAY!!!! (Spoiler ahead) I loved it so much- jun's hot pot restaurant, shua making a clay tray, wonwoo and jeonghan building legos, and dk and mingyu building the brick oven- plus dino and jeonghan catching tadpoles was so cute... i can already feel that it was such a healing trip for them 🥺🥺

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