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hells-greatest-writer · 1 month

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Self Love Is Hard.

Lucifer Morningstar x Fem Reader

CW: Angst, Negative Body Image, Fluff, Self-Harm Mention.

Synopsis: You would think that when the King of Hell himself chose you as his love, that any doubts you had about yourself would vanish... but one night the thoughts rear its ugly head once more. Word Count: 3,481

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The night was unusually quiet in the hotel. Most mornings were left with redemption exercises that Charlie had planned with the staff and guests, while the night most people stuck together having fun. Usually, you would be with Lucifer in his workshop, reading in your chair while he worked on his little duck creations. Music would be playing on the radio that Alastor had given you that you begged Lucifer to let you keep. You usually looked forward to most nights knowing it would just be you and Lucifer together, though quiet, enjoying each other's company.

Tonight, though it was different, Lucifer was still in the Greed ring dealing with Mammon's temper tantrum over the loss of Fizzarolli, and Lucifer had to deal with the consequences of it. You knew Mammon's temper was one that Lucifer didn't want to deal with, but you had convinced him to go after Ozzie texted you about the ordeal.

Staring at your phone, you scrolled through the messages to Lucifer with a frown.

12:51pm: How is it going with Mammon?

No response

5:22pm: Alastor found a cat today, Charlie decided to keep it as a hotel pet!

No response

8:07pm: Any idea when you're going to be back tonight?

Seen

Lucifer hadn't been responding all day, and though you knew it was because he was dealing with his duties, you couldn't help but feel a bit saddened by it. Usually, he would respond with a witty comeback about how Mammon was an asshole or make a snide remark about Alastor. Instead, though you were met with the word 'Seen' at the end of your last message that was sent hours ago. It was now rounding to eleven thirty at night, and you had thought he would be back by now.

Most of his meetings didn't last this long, you know from past meetings, what if this time something had gone wrong? What if he got hurt in the Greed ring? Could he get hurt? That thought never crossed your mind as you never seen this man injured before. He was the most powerful being in all of Hell, could he truly be hurt? If he was... especially in Greed what would happen? You knew there was a place called Ransom, would they try to take him there? Sell him off to Charlie for a huge fee?!

All those thoughts ended quickly as your phone dinged to life indicating you got a message. Quickly, you sat up opening the message app seeing it was a message from Lucifer.

Luci-Love: Sorry duckling, Ozzie asked me to join him in Lust for a few drinks and to catch up. I'll be home later tonight.

You read the message, your frown deepening as you typed out a message and deleted it a few times. Your mind was beginning to race as to what he would be doing in Lust. You knew of the Succubuses that had tried to get with him last time you and him went to Lust together. It was for an anniversary dinner a few months back.

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"That woman over there won't stop ogling you." You huffed as you took a sip of your red wine glaring daggers to the woman staring at Lucifer. Ever since you two entered Lust, you could feel their stares at your boyfriend, feel the way their jealousy grew as Lucifer had pulled you closer to him. You weren't usually one to be jealous, but you couldn't help but feel that envy tug in your chest. The demons of Lust were quite beautiful, sexy even if you were honest, so the fact that they were making heart eyes to the man you were with annoyed you.

"And that man won't stop staring at me either, but you don't seem to mind that." Lucifer smirked puffing his chest out as he knew he was being stared at by so many. Why wouldn't they want to stare at the King of Hell, he was a sight to behold! Especially tonight with the way he was dressed. Instead of his usual royal garb of his white suit, he was in a deep red tuxedo with black trims. His usual white top hat, left at home for the evening, leaving his blond locks styled perfectly back.

You cocked an eyebrow to him as he looked at you with a slight smirk on his lips before you felt him take your hands from across the table you sat at. He gave them a gentle squeeze looking into your eyes. "But darling, my eyes are on only you." He hummed, pulling your hand up to his mouth giving your knuckles a gentle kiss.

The simple gesture helped to calm your jealous rage down for the moment, not wanting to ruin your anniversary with him. Though the nagging feeling in your chest didn't waver as the waitress flirted with Lucifer, and he seemed to flirt back. He later explained he was simply being nice and didn't hesitate to show you just who he devoted himself to that night.

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That nagging feeling was back in your chest as you remembered the Lust ring. A thought tickling the back of your head wondering how many demons were trying their hand at being with Lucifer since you weren't there. How many imps were throwing themselves at him? You knew that Lucifer was loyal, but you couldn't help the doubt that creeped in through the silence.

With a groan, you set your phone down rubbing your face with your hands. You could feel your mind slowly slipping as you imagined what the women who were fawning over Lucifer probably looked like. Gorgeous tall women no doubt with thin waists and bigger assets that would tempt the weak. You knew your body was nothing compared to theirs. You were barely even average in your eyes.

'What does Lucifer even see in me?' Your mind wandered as you moved off the bed, your bare feet hitting the cold wooden floor of your shared bedroom. You slipped your feet into Lucifer's duck slippers as you grabbed the robe off the headboard and wrapped it around yourself.

You slowly walked towards the bathroom wanting to splash some water on your face. Lose the thoughts that were beginning to eat away at you. Before meeting Lucifer, you struggled to love yourself. You couldn't see what he did, how he seemed to worship your body and love every inch of you. How he was always enamored by your apparent beauty that you struggled to see yourself.

Though through the past almost two years of being with him, he has made you feel beautiful. He reminded you daily how much he adored you and loved you. How you were the only woman he ever wanted to see.

'If that's true, then why wouldn't he just come home? Why go to Lust?' The thought filled your head as you walked into the bathroom flipping the light on. Your eyes went to the mirror and stared over yourself. Your hand tracing your cheeks that seemed too puffy, your fingers tracing your jaw that seemed to jut out too much. Your eyes watched your movements, seeming so dull as they looked lower. Even with the robe on, your eyes were able to pick out the stomach rolls.

Instinctively, you looked down at your stomach, and sucked it in the best you could. It wasn't enough. You could still see your stomach jutting out, mocking you. Your hands grabbed at the extra flesh that was there, squeezing at it as your vision blurred with tears. The women in Lust didn't have this pudge, they didn't have this extra weight around their waists. They didn't have to worry about how their bodies looked in clothes. They didn't have to worry about making sure their skin was fully covered to hide away the stretch marks like you did.

You wished you could just cut the extra flesh off, just grab the scissors that laid in the bathroom drawer and chop away the fat that you were so easily able to grab.

Your hands were shaking now as you looked back to the mirror in front of you, watching your tears roll off your round cheeks. Even your tears were hideous. How did other people cry and not look as awful as you did right now. The longer you stared at yourself in the mirror, the more the tears seemed to blur your vision.

'Hideous beast, he pities you.' That same nagging voice mocked you in the back of your mind. That had to be it, Lucifer only felt pity for you... was only keeping you around till someone better came along or came back. Your mind drifting to Lilith now, the woman who left Lucifer all those years ago.

You had seen images of her, she was breathtaking. Tall, thin and gorgeous with long blonde hair. She radiated beauty. Lucifer and her had been married for eons before you two met, did he still miss her? Did he still find her more beautiful than you?

The phone buzzed from the other room indicating you had a new message which snapped you out of your thoughts, even for a moment. With a deep inhale, you left the bathroom, forgetting why you even went in there in the first place as you walked to the bed grabbing your phone. You were expecting it to be Lucifer, saying he would be home soon. Instead, though, it was just Charlie texting the hotel group chat with a new idea for tomorrow's lesson.

With a quick grunt, you threw your phone across the room watching it slam against the wall by a photo of you and Lucifer. It was a photo of the two of you sitting in a garden together, you are laying across his lap happily giggling at whatever he had been saying at the time. The look in both of your gazes was filled with nothing but love and admiration. The longer you stared at the photo though, the more you were nitpicking each imperfection you saw.

Your hair was too frizzy, your face was too round, the way you were squinting gave you what seemed to be crow lines.

As you stared, your eyes moved to the photo on the dresser. It was a smaller framed photo of Lucifer with Charlie and Lilith. He had offered to get rid of it, but you thought it was a sweet memento for him to have. At the time you at least thought so, but now as you walked up to it and lifted the photo you stared at the other woman in the frame. How did Lucifer go from someone like her, to someone like you? It didn't make sense to you.

As time passed, your mind continued down the dark path of self-hatred and you found yourself sitting on the bedroom floor, your robe long lost leaving you in just your pajama shorts and tank top. In front of you was a broken mirror, shattered after you punched your own reflection. It was obvious that you should clean your bleeding fist, but you couldn't bring yourself to. Maybe you should at least clean the broken mirror before Lucifer comes home. The idea of even moving, though it seemed too much to do, all that seemed to help was sitting on the plush carpet, hugging your legs as you stared at the broken reflection now.

The sound of whirring seemed to snap you out of your thoughts as your eyes looked up seeing the gold and red portal appearing in the room. Through the portal, you saw the purple blue sky of the Lust ring and heard people laughing and having fun. Then, coming into view was Lucifer wearing his usual white and red clothes, except his jacket hung around his arm, and his sleeves were rolled up. The buttons of his white and red pinstripe vest were undone as well, revealing the white undershirt he wore.

After a moment the portal closed, and the room returned to the darkness it had been for the past hour or so as you sulked in the corner.

"Darling, are you awake?" Lucifer asked as he set his coat down on the chair. He didn't notice you weren't in bed yet. He didn't see the broken mirror that you cursed yourself for not cleaning up. Nor did he see you in all your broken glory, eyes red and puffy from crying. Your eyes watched his movements as he moved to the bed only to notice you weren't there. "Darling?" His voice called out till his eyes finally found you.

In an instant, the lights to the bedroom snapped on as he looked at you, his vermilion eyes filling with fright. He took in the scene of the broken mirror in front of you, staring at the broken shards on the floor. His eyes then moved to your body that was trembling, hugging yourself with a bloodied fist. Then his eyes met yours, and the fright filled with a deep sadness as he finally noticed how miserable you looked.

"Oh darling..." He whispered as he walked over to you kneeling taking your hands into his. He examined the wound on your hand, noting the tiny shards of glass that glistened in the blood. He looked upset seeing the injury you had caused yourself, his mind wondering what made you do this.

For the first time in hours, you finally spoke, your voice cracking as you did from disuse "I-I'm sorry." You were sorry now, regretting how you felt, regretting all the thoughts you had knowing this was upsetting Lucifer now. You acted reckless, in your emotions, and now after a long day, Lucifer had to see you wallowing in your pity.

His eyes moved from your hands to your eyes as you spoke. One of his hands tenderly reaching out to cup your cheek to comfort you while the other still held your injured hand, cradling it in his own. "Let's get you cleaned up yeah?" He spoke so gently, as though if he was too loud, you'd break once more. He was obviously concerned about the injury, wanting to make sure it was dealt with before he found out what happened.

You didn't fight him as he helped you to your feet, all the energy you had at this point was focused on not crying once again at how soft he was being with you. You didn't fight as he took you into the bathroom, nor as he guided you to sit on the edge of the bathtub. The cold porcelain of the tub seems to help ground you from the spiraling thoughts in your mind.

Lucifer gently let your hand go as he began searching the cabinet for the first aid kit, muttering under his breath about how it seemed to have grown legs and moved. "Other... Cabinet" you told him, pointing with your good hand at the other cabinet door that he hadn't checked. He glanced over at you with a thankful smile before he grabbed the first aid kit from the other cupboard and sat beside you on the bathtub.

He was gentle as he picked the glass out with tweezers, and careful as he applied the antiseptic onto the wound cleaning it out. The silence of the whole procedure was eating away at you, worried about what he was thinking. He probably thought you were a mess; he probably was annoyed that he had to deal with your mistakes. The fear of him leaving you poking at your mind as tears began to prick at your eyes.

Once your hand was properly cleaned and wrapped, Lucifer brought your hand to his lips, and gave it a gentle kiss. His deep red eyes staring into your own, and those thoughts faded immediately. He didn't look angry or annoyed like you were thinking, instead, his eyes were filled with love and care. Just like in the bedroom, he brought his other hand to your face, wiping away the tear that had escaped your eyes with his thumb gliding across your cheek.

"What's wrong Dove?" He spoke so softly still, calling you by your favorite nickname he had given you. "What happened to the mirror in the bedroom?"

Your gaze finally broke from his as you looked away, looking anywhere else than his eyes. How do you explain to someone who loves you so much, that you doubted that love? How do you explain to someone who reminds you of your beauty daily, that you hated your body? The words seemed to be stuck in your throat, but Lucifer waited, he didn't push as the silence festered between both of you.

The man before you simply kept his hand on your cheek providing a subtle comfort as his thumb continued to caress at your tears wiping them away with each swipe. You couldn't speak still, instead moving your hand to your cheek, holding his. His smile was sad, worried about what was eating away at your mind.

"Speak to me Dove... What is hurting you so badly?" He finally pressed the issue after you didn't answer his first questions. All he wanted to know was what was causing you so much grief, so much pain to have you shatter the floor length mirror in your shared bedroom.

When he left this morning, you were happy. You both had shared a tender moment wrapped in each other's arms before he left to go deal with Mammon. Now though, you were like a hallow shell of yourself, and from the damage from the mirror, Lucifer had an inkling of an idea as to why.

This wasn't the first time you spiraled in your relationship together. He has comforted you just as much as you had comforted him in the time you two were together. He knew firsthand just how bad your mind could be to yourself. The nights where he hugged your crying form for hours proved that. Though he has never seen you this bad before. Just how long had you been alone with your thoughts?

The silence seemed to just grow more between you two, before finally, the tension in your throat keeping you from talking seemed to loosen. With a shaky inhale of breath, you looked at his eyes which stared at yours still waiting for an answer.

"Why me?" You began, your hand leaving his that was still against your cheek and instead fidgeted in your lap as your eyes left his. "There are so many other women out there who are far better suited for you..." That tight knot was back gripping your throat once more making it hard to speak, but you pushed through. "S-so many more women wh-who are more beautiful. M-more appealing, More-"

Your voice was cut off as Lucifer's lips pressed against yours gently silencing you immediately. After a moment he pulled back, his other hand now coming to hold your other cheek.

"My love, there is no one in either Heaven nor in Hell whose beauty can outweigh your own. Even if there was, you are the only woman I desire." He spoke slowly and quietly, staring deep into your own eyes. One of his hands moved and took yours, pressing it against his chest. "My heart beats for you, and for you alone." His other hand moved and took your injured hand tenderly, bringing it to his mouth kissing it once more.

These are words you have heard him say before, words uttered during past spirals. Words he would remind you of every chance he could, no matter how much you couldn't believe them yourself. You knew he was being genuine each time, his eyes holding no falsehoods, his voice never faltering as he spoke. It was the truth, and you never understood just why.

"You are the one I want to spend eternity with no matter the cost. The one who holds my heart in such tangles. I thought when I fell from Heaven, that would be the last time I ever fell. Then you stumbled into my life, and I fell even harder, and I do every single day. It's because you mean so much to me my little dove." He went on, taking the hand against his chest, and brought it up to his lips as well, kissing both of your hands.

The tears in your eyes now weren't from the pain you felt anymore, but from his words. Your partner was perfect in your eyes, always knowing the right things to say, the right movements to do. He knew the words that you needed to hear, and didn't hesitate to let you know every thought.

Without another word you leapt at him, wrapping your arms around his chest, knocking the two of you into the bathtub. The dam broke as he in turn wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. You wept in his arms, burying your face in his shoulder. Lucifer’s hand brushed through your hair, scratching gently at your scalp to comfort you silently, letting you release the emotions you were dealing with. How foolish you had been to let your thoughts get the better of you. How foolish you were to doubt the love this man had for you. You knew deep down you didn’t deserve him, yet he would beg to differ and would deny those thoughts of yours. He would even counter that he didn’t deserve you. When he fell from Heaven, he didn’t think he would be deserving of such love as yours’s, yet you love him day in and day out by choice, and he didn't think he deserved it either. After some time had passed, you had finally calmed down in his arms. Lucifer's hand not leaving your head as he continued to caress your hair, placing a soft kiss on your temple. Your tears finally had dried up, or well dried more so on Lucifer's red and white vest. Lucifer took the time to sit you both up in the bathtub, having you sit on his lap with one more kiss to your forehead. "Let's not go punching mirrors anymore, okay? If you need an outlet for that rage, we can ask Satan for some pointers." He joked as he stood up lifting you with him in his arms, carrying you as though you were weightless. You couldn't help but choke out a laugh nodding as you laid your head against his shoulder. "I learned my lesson... Mirrors fucking hurt." You responded as he carried you into the bedroom. You both would be okay, even if some days are harder than the other, you both had each other to help soften the blow of those hatred filled thoughts. Even if self love was sometimes hard, you knew that even if you couldn't love yourself, Lucifer had enough love to give you in replace of it.

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angelltheninth · 9 months

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Can you write jealousy prompt 16 feat. possessive Malleus?

Possessive Malleus you say? Anon, you're speaking my writing language rn.

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, public display of affection, biting, growling, dragon imprinting, possessive!Malleus, jealous!Malleus

Word count: 1.1k

Ao3

A/N: Including Malleus, Zhongli and Dan Heng, I can safely conclude that characters with dragon features are my type.

16. "I'm not one to share what is mine."

What was with Malleus lately? He was usually cagey and stand-offish, but now he was also extra moody about it. Everywhere you went he would either hiss or growl at any student that approached you. It was attractive at first, now you're simply worried about him.

You didn't know how to bring up the topic either. It would seem a little rude to ask him why he was being so possessive lately. And possessiveness was what it was, that much was confirmed when Jade and Leech tried to flirt with you to get on Malleus's nerves and the second they left he pinned you against a tree, kissed you until your lips were bruised and was then back to normal.

So asking him was a no go. Plan B then, you needed to test your theory. What better way to do then to invite him to the weekend party.

"Me? Attending a party? That doesn't seem like the best idea." Malleus was ready to say no, he always said no to any party that wasn't mandatory.

"You're the one who said you were misunderstood by everyone. I know what a sweet guy you can be Malleus, I want everyone else to know it too. And, is it that wrong that I want to party with my boyfriend? You could dance circles around anyone there." You tried to cheer him up, to boost his confidence that was there when he was with you but in a large group was so minuscule he was hardly the same person anymore.

And you knew why, "Yes because there would be no one else dancing."

"I would be. So what if have the dance floor all to ourselves, it just mean everyone else will be the envious of us." And Malleus and you would finally get to show off your relationship. "Look, we can go there dance a couple of dances and if it doesn't work out we'll leave. Deal?"

Malleus leaned back against his couch, his eyes landing on the picture of the two of you hanging on his wall. "Only because you asked."

As you predicted Malleus was indeed the best dancer there, pride of his Dorm, and the envy of many others. "Are you having fun?" You asked, your faces close so you could hear each other over the loud music. You weren't alone on the dance floor like Malleus thought you'd be, there were quite a few other couples and larger groups of people dancing all around you.

You weren't in the spotlight. "Somewhat." He smiled despite the lukewarm response.

"Mind if I have a turn with the pretty lady?" Malleus's eyes shifted to the side where he saw Floyd offering his hand to you. "You've been monopolizing her all night. It's hardly fair, Draconia." His lopsided smile was hard to read. Was he serious or was he just trying to get under Malleus's skin?

"Floyd..." He was a good friend of yours but at times he went too far with his teasing. Judging by how tense Malleus got the moment he was him this was one of those times. "Thanks for the offer but-"

"She's here with me." Malleus stepped in front of you, one hand clenching at his side, the other holding your hand, both of them getting hotter. "I'm not one to share what is mine. You know this, Leech." Floyd wasn't at all fazed by Malleus growling in his face, one of the rare people who could do something like that when faced with his wrath.

"Possessive one aren't you? I was only offering. The offer still stands by the way." Floyd looked past Malleus's arm and winked at you, laughing away as Malleus steeped towards him.

You pulled him back, deciding you've seen all that you needed. "Thanks Floyd but I think I'll take Malleus back to his dorm."

"Oh! A private afterparty, I see, of course, of course." It was as if the earlier hostility was gone, Floyd smacked Malleus's back causing a little green flame to evaporate from his mouth, "Take good care of my bestie."

You weren't besties but correcting him wasn't what was important right now. Getting to the bottom of this Malleus mystery was. Like for the past few days Malleus glared daggers at anyone you walked by, his body tense with... something. He didn't say a word to you on the way back either, he kept his eyes looking forward.

As you suspected he went in for the kiss again, except this time you pushed him away, your hand on his mouth. His confused mumble was adorable to hear but you wouldn't let that distract you.

"Okay, tell me what's been happening with you for the past few weeks." Malleus blinked, looking down at your hand, "Oh." You lowered it to his shoulder instead.

"What are you talking about?" Huh? Was he joking? No, Malleus never joked.

"This possessiveness and jealousy thing you've been doing Mal!" It was funny and charming at first but now it was becoming odd.

"I've... been doing that? For weeks you say?" Malleus tapped his fingers on his chin. The silence hung thick around you. Was he stalling? Looking for an excuse? "I didn't notice." Didn't he really?! "I should have figured, but I didn't think it would happen after only one time."

"What?"

"A few weeks ago is when we first... slept together remember? I think I may have imprinted on you." He hid his face in his hands, the pointy tips of his ears burning red. "I apologize. I didn't think it would happen that early."

Imprinted. "It happened when we slept together?" Was it when... your hand flew to your neck, on the bite mark that refused to heal. Malleus looked away in guilt, giving a little nod. "So what does that mean? For us?"

"Well, we aren't married exactly but our bond will be stronger. You'll be drawn to me when I'm in rut, and I'll be a little more territorial. Not to the extent I have been but you should expect it on occasion. There are ways to break the bond if it makes you uncomfortable. It's just that, when you said you'll be mine my instincts took over without me even realizing it." You remembered that, you also remembered the sting of pain and overwhelming pleasure that followed it.

"I don't want to break up with you Mal, I was worried about you. You weren't acting like yourself at all." You cupped his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs below his eyes. "I'm glad you told me. It's gonna take some getting used to and I want you to communicate with me when you feel angry or jealous, don't just hold it in and wait for it to blow up in your face."

"Is it really alright? Am I alright?" He pleaded.

"Alright? You're perfect." Those were words he rarely heard, any kind of compliment really. He craved them from you as much as he craved your kisses, well almost as much. Kisses were still better.

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mooshywrites · 3 months

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ahhhh i loved the falling in to their lap fic!! Something in same lane but different, a not shy gn s/o falling into the lap of someone else in the camp and they get jealous cue complicated feelings. Maybe for Astarion, Gale, Zevlor, Dammon, and any other characters you like?

Love your work either way 💕

A/N - hellllllls yes 💕

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Jealousy ~

Astarion -

~ It wasn’t on purpose at all, you just happened to land right in Wyll’s lap. Who could blame you for laughing so hard you couldn’t breath and losing your balance in the process?

~ You could practically feel the Vampire’s eyes boring holes into the back of your head as soon as it happened

~ He’d try to play it cool throughout the rest of the evening, making a few more snide comments to Wyll than normal

~ He doesn’t quite know what to think about the feelings he’s having. He’s usually the one being chased after all

~ You catch him sulking at his tent, trying to hide how out of sorts the whole thing has made him

~ Asking him about it only has him brushing it off with a sarcastic “Why would anything be the matter, darling?”

~ Two could play at that game, you just snap back that you’d spend time with Wyll instead

~ In only a split second, his arms would be pinning you to him. His red eyes pierce into your startled gaze

~ His lips are a breath away as he speaks in a voice only you can hear

~ “The only one that will have your attention tonight, pet, is me”

Gale -

~ When you stumbled into Halsin’s arms, you didn’t think much of it. It happened so fast

~ Gale, who was close by, simply made a joke about your clumsiness.

~ You, however, could see the subtle change in his demeanor. His jaw clenched a little tighter, his hands fidgeting a little more, his gaze focused more on your every word

~ For the next few hours, he barely left your side, trying his best to make you laugh, to make you pay attention to him

~ You knew what this was, knew what he was trying to do. The attention was both adorable and more than a little flattering

~ It wasn’t until you planted a soft kiss on his nose that he finally smiled again, even breathing a sigh of relief

~ “I thought I was going to have to tell Tara that you didn’t love me. She would have been none too pleased”

Zevlor -

~ Zevlor tried to brush off the green eyed envy he felt, seeing you casually draped across Shadowhearts lap

~ He tried to convince himself he was too old to be feeling this way, to be annoyed that you were sitting like that with who he hoped was just a friend

~ He couldn’t sit still, leg bouncing and tail swishing around furiously

~ He’d even try clearing his throat, but obviously you were not getting the memo

~ With a snort, he’d stand up and make his way to you. Your innocent gaze snapping up to him did nothing to stop him from scooping you up, stealing you away with a huff

~ All you could do was giggle and tease him for carrying you off like some sort of caveman

~ “Perhaps I need to remind you who it is you belong to”

Dammon -

~ Dammon would be a nervous mess when he walked in to you sitting on Astarion’s lap

~ A flurry of thoughts would fill his brain. What were you doing with him? Surely it was platonic, right? What even led to this?

~ It wasn’t until Astarion caught his attention and rolled his eyes that he saw…

~ Astarion fanned your face furiously, your skin pale and eyes closed. Apparently the heat of the day had gotten to you, rendering you completely faint

~ Even at the realization, Dammon couldn’t help but pluck you out of Astarion’s arms, ignoring the sarcastic quip from the pale elf

~ His tail wraps possessively around your ankle as he brings you to the shade, continuing to fan you

~ He sighs a breath of relief as you come back to, smiling brightly at your confused expression

~ “I’m glad you’re awake! I had to rescue you from a monster”

Kar’niss -

~ Kar’niss didn’t know how to explain most of the feelings he had toward you, but seeing you trip and land on Gale? He knew the name of this one well - red hot jealousy

~ It was all he could do to bite his tongue and not snarl aloud. He was trying his best to act more civilized for you, he couldn’t exactly fall back now, right?

~ Instead, he wordlessly clicked towards the two of you, looming menacingly

~ It took a few minutes of coaxing from you to relax him, finally managing to call your guard dog off the poor wizard

~ He became your shadow the rest of the evening, trailing after you like a lost puppy

~ As the moon rose high in the sky, his eyes grew more and more vulnerable

~ He finally took your hands in his own, his voice almost shy

~ “Promise you won’t leave Kar’niss for someone like him”

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lovebugism · 6 months

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If you’re taking requests could I ask for one from the fall prompts with Steve and punchy?

“When she wears YOUR flannel shirt”

ty for requesting! steve x punchy nation rise! — you spend an autumn morning with steve which results in misplaced jealousy and spilled coffee (established relationship, fluff, v v brief miscommunication, 1k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Steve, still wearing last night’s pajamas, stands barefoot on the patio and basks in the early morning orange.

Fall seemed to arrive in Hawkins overnight. It’s cooler than usual outside, and everything is weirdly more yellow. Every tree has seemingly shed its leaves, too, and somehow ended up right in his pool. He uses the net to fish the dying things from the rippling blue.

You watch him from the doorway. His golden arms tense with every scoop, and his sleep shirt is so tight you can see the muscles in his back flexing, too. Your bare legs are cold and prickly with it, but the sight of him makes you feel all warm — like the mug of hot coffee burning your palm.

“You have to stop being so productive so early in the morning,” you chastise, voice still heavy with sleep. “It’s getting weird.”

“It’s gotta get done, babe,” Steve retorts with a soft laugh, his back still facing you.

You take it as an opportunity to press yourself against him. You wrap your free hand around his waist and spread your palm along the faint pudge of his covered tummy. Your cheek melts between his shoulder blades as you mumble, “Not while normal people are still sleeping. Think about it— we could be spooning right now and not freezing our asses off—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Steve interjects with a boyish vibrato. Still gripping the metal handle of the pool skimmer, he turns around to face you. His honey eyes are wide as they dart up and down your form. “No way you’re wearing Eddie’s shirt right now.”

Your brows pinch together just like his bushy ones. You look down at yourself, at the deep green and navy blue flannel swallowing you whole, then back at him. “No?” you answer, though it comes out as more of a question. “This is your shirt.”

Steve shakes his head, puts a hand on his hip, and clicks his lips against his teeth.

“No… I’m pretty sure I saw him wearing it the other day— he said he was gonna cut the sleeves off and wear it over his jacket like a freak.”

“And I told him he couldn’t, remember?” you lilt with raised brows. “‘Cause he stole it from me after I stole it from you.”

Steve winces when you shove your pointer finger into his chest.

“So, it’s mine?” he questions, confused all over again.

You nod all slow. “Yeah.”

“Oh…” he hums, less jealous and more content than he was a moment ago.

His chest starts to warm now that he can see you more clearly, without the haze of misplaced envy clouding his vision.

Your hair’s a mess, and you’re still in yesterday’s makeup, and your legs are unshaven. The buttons on the flannel don’t quite line up, either, and the lapel droops off one shoulder to reveal the lovebite he left on your collarbone the night before.

If home was a place, he’s pretty sure it’d look an awful lot like you.

“…Oh,” he repeats, with a more profound inflection this time. ‘Cause he’s a boy, and you’re wearing his shirt, and it’s doing irreversible damage to his brain.

“I just got, like, ten times hotter, huh?” you tease with a knowing squint.

“Try a thousand,” Steve scoffs with a pink grin.

“A million?”

“A billion,” he argues, wrapping his free arm around your shoulders to pull you into him again. His other stays firmly gripping the pool net because he’s not diving in to rescue this thing if it sinks. “A kajillion, even,” he jokes with sparkling eyes that dance between both of yours.

You laugh before you mean to. “Wow. That’s a real big number, Harrington. Sure you know what it means?”

“If it means I wanna kiss the life outta you, then, yeah,” he murmurs lowly, already leaning in to kiss your smile.

You taste like coffee, where he tastes like minty mouthwash. It’s an unearthly concoction that feels like heaven on your tongue.

It’s perhaps too early to be kissed so ardently, with your head tilted back against the crook of Steve’s elbow while he steals the breath from your lungs. You get so effortlessly drunk on him — quickly forgetting the crisp cold and the fresh coffee in your hand.

Steve hisses when he pulls back from you, features contorted in discomfort. “Hot coffee,” he winces through gritted teeth. “Hot coffee on my foot.”

Only then do you recognize your limp hand and the subtle splashing of your drink against the patio.

“Oh, shit!” you blurt into the quiet, early morning. “Fuck, Steve— I’m sorry!”

He shakes his head and swipes a hand through his hair. He scrunches his nose and tries to smile. “It’s okay. Didn’t even hurt.”

Your eyes flit down to his splotchy red foot, then back at him. You look more pained by it than he does. “Yes, it did!” you agonize, wrapping your arms around his waist and smushing your cheek into his chest.

Thankfully, there’s not much coffee left in the mug to spill this time.

“I’m sorry, Stevie,” you mumble into his t-shirt. “Fuck, I wish I wasn’t so clumsy all the time— it’s annoying.”

Steve laughs into your hair and abandons the pool skimmer to wrap both arms around you. One hand squeezes your shoulder while the other smooths up and down your back. “I don’t think so. I think it’s sweet.”

“…Even when I give you third-degree burns from my coffee?”

He exhales a faint chuckle. “Yeah, even when you give me third-degree burns from your coffee.”

Your cheek rubs against the soft cotton of his t-shirt when you turn to look up at him. Your chin tilts against his chest and bobs as you ask him, “Do you still wanna kiss me?”

A crooked smile tugs slow at his pink mouth. His honey eyes twinkle when they look down at you. He quickly forgets the tingling pain fading at the top of his foot because you’re so damn pretty wrapped up in his arms.

“I’d kiss you forever, baby,” he murmurs so fondly it makes your stomach whirl. “You know that.”

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brielledoesastrology · 6 months

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Astrology Observation #5

by : Brielledoesastrology (tumblr)

finally another quite long astrology observation post that i havent made in like 1 year maybe.... Also happy halloween guys 🎃✨

- Brielle

Pisces mars really gotta be careful. I am being for real. These people have a really hard time realizing or knowing who their enemies are and who aren't. Most of them also can have anger or emotional breakdowns for things that they imagine themself or things that aren't even real. These are the type of people that suddenly hate you for no actual reason. This placement is the definition of "sometimes delulu is not always the selulu." They are also the type of people to start a whole drama or fight first because of their own delusions that aren't even real and then end up blaming other people.

Asteroid Klio (84) is such an underrated huge fame indicator/potential asteroid that people rarely talk about here in this community. This is the type of fame that is until history, the type of fame that makes someone a historical figure, or at least remembered in history.

I noticed a lot of pluto in the 7th house people enjoy admiring other people from social media. Sometimes they also enjoy following social media trends from following other people too especially stuff relating to skin care or makeup or anything else that they will think to give them that "glow up". (These types of influence will be stronger if the pluto is aspecting venus too). On the other hand if they aren't admiring they could easily be jealous or envying those people who they think that looks or are doing better than themself. Or They could easily attract jealousy or envy from other people too (beware of attracting people that drains u)

I've seen asteroid toro (1685) being prominent in the astrology natal charts of a lot of people that are bullies or being bullied or being accused of bullying. The asteroid was not named after a mythological figure but a person, but it really resonates with its Spanish meaning. "Toro" is "bull" in spanish. Usually if they aren't being bullied or a bully they usually have this intimidating look to people.

example of people who have asteroid toro (1685) prominent in their chart :

- Rihanna has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her mars (0 orb)

(accused of being a mean girl)

- Kim Garam has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her mercury (0 orb)

(accused of bullying)

- Cardi B has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her mercury (1 orb)

(accused of being a mean girl)

- Hailey Bieber has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her midheaven (1 orb)

( the public always accuses her of bullying or being a mean girl even for the pettiest reason )

- Marilyn Monroe has asteroid toro (1685) conjunct her sun (2 orb)

(From early on, Monroe was reputed to be difficult: bullied by misogynistic directors, and frustrated at her lack of control, she was cited as debilitatingly late and forgetful. Zanuck suspended Monroe in 1954 when she frustratedly refused yet another pin-up role)

I noticed most people with mars in gemini use the "spread rumors" (either fake or real ones) tactics for revenge or if they feel offended by something or someone. I am not surprised since gemini is ruled by mercury and mercury represents "communications" in general. But it works differently than virgo.

Mars in virgo revenge tactics are more into gathering proofs or receipts (either fake or real ones) then making it very detailed and very specific compared to mars in gemini .

I noticed both of the top male n female rappers in the rap game got asteroid hannibal (2152) prominent in their chart. Especially strongly aspecting mercury and 3rd house placements.

- Nicki minaj have asteroid hannibal (2152) conjunct her mercury and conjunct her neptune on sagittarius all on 0 orb.

- Eminem have asteroid hannibal (2152) conjunct his moon in aquarious in 1 orb in the 3rd house.

(for a context the asteroid hannibal is named after hannibal barca which he was the no.1 most greatest and most feared enemy of the roman empire)

I see so many people with Gemini moons really don't have a problem posting their emotions in social media publicly so all people can see. I also saw most of these people are very bad at keeping things privately to themselves. They can't really "cry or suffer in private" usually most of the time because of their own behavior.

Scorpio placements are not always private or very introverted like what most people say about the sign. I have seen many scorpio placements who just say what they think bluntly n they don't care if other people think that it is too deep or dark or offensive.

Fun fact : Did you know that the name asteroid Swift (5035) exactly conjunct taylor swift's sun in her astrology natal chart! Name asteroids r really interesting!!!!

This is controversial to say, but i have to say it. Not all women or girls who have lilith (1181) or black moon lilith (h13) prominent in their charts are a "girls girl / supporting each other women" or a "feminist". It is because most people with Black moon lilith (h13) or asteroid lilith (1181) have at least ever experienced a very long phase of their life of being cast out of a social group (well obviously this can be done by both genders either males or females social groups casting them out ).

But most of the time i see that for the Women or Girls who have Black moon lilith (h13) or asteroid lilith (1181) prominent in their chart have ever been at least ever experienced a very long phase of their life of being casted out by a social group of their female friends (most of the time because their female friends did something terrible/bad to them that leads the h13 lilith/1181 lilith women or girl being or feeling casted out from their group). This could lead to internalized misogyny about their feelings of women if they grew up without fixing this issue.

This is weird but i have seen many many many men who have venus - pluto in square,opposition or even conjunctions ended up being incels.

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bagofshinyrocks · 2 months

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Green-Eyed Monster

Prompt: Established relationship; Reader is jealous of someone flirting with their spouse Thranduil, who is oblivious [inspo from @nightfall-writer]

Featuring: Thranduil Oropherion x GN!Spouse!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: nothing besides my "Tauriel and Legolas are BFFs" propaganda

You had no reason for envy.

You were happily wed to the love of your life. Joined the royalty of Eryn Galen through your marriage to the Elvenking Thranduil Oropherion. Doted upon by your husband, and cared for by your subjects. You wanted for nothing.

And yet… in had crept “the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on” (Othello III:3).

There was never any doubt in your mind that Thranduil was faithful to you. His love for you was as unwavering as water downhill. As was yours for him.

He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you, and all but melted into your embrace in the privacy of your bedchambers. The touch of your hand more calming than chamomile. The taste of your lips more intoxicating than wine. Your bare skin more alluring than a soft bed after a long day.

But as wise and regal as your husband was, he could be a bit thick in the head at times.

It had been a whole ordeal for the two of you to come together in the first place. A host of conspirators, led by Legolas and Tauriel. An idiotic dance as the two of you convinced yourselves that your feelings were unrequited. You were surprised that your now step-son had not smacked either of you upside the head at least once. His patience was unparalleled. In this instance at least.

So you couldn’t quite blame your husband for not recognizing others’ romantic interest in him.

There were nobles from other lands, elf, dwarrow, and man alike, who were visiting. After the Battle of the Five Armies and the retaking of Erebor by the line of Durin, he decided (i.e. he was persuaded) to expand trade relations, renew treaties, and welcome ambassadors. It seemed that almost every month brought someone new to his halls.

And you weren’t surprised that someone else would find your husband attractive. Not at all.

When you first met him, you could barely breathe. Ageless beauty. Sleek, shining blond hair. Piercing blue eyes. Luxurious clothing and jewelry with more detail than one could find in a day. Voice and speech that crept into your ears and made a home in your mind. You found the Sindar attractive the moment you saw him.

For an ambassador or noble to find Thranduil handsome meant their eyes functioned in some capacity. To find his voice and speech charming, their ears. That did not bother you. It was when their feelings changed like yours did, from aesthetic appreciation to romantic desire.

And he was oblivious to it all. Your speechlessness the day you met, your intimidation at meeting a king. The eagerness for those to meet with him, an eagerness to engage with Eren Galen and its wealth of materials, labor, and beauty.

Jealousy seemed so irrational an emotion. Thranduil was wholly yours; inattentive towards other romantic pursuits. Doted upon you. Craved your company and affection at all times

But it ate at you. Others and their lingering glances. Flirtatious words. Gentle brushes against him. And the ugliness of what you felt.

Your marriage was still recent, especially by elven standards. You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. To act like a child who refuses to let others play with their toy. You would turn away and pretend you did not see it, or skip meetings you were not invited to.

Thranduil was concerned. Held you close at night. Reminded you how much he loved you and how brilliant you were. How lucky he was to have you in his life and as his spouse. He must have thought that all the social engagements were draining you.

“I thank you for meeting with us, sir.” You stood from your seat at the head of the table, and everyone else leaped to their feet. It was still a little strange for so many people to hang on your every word. “I will bring your proposal to King Thranduil shortly.”

The man from Dale beamed and bowed low. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Most of the councilors filed out, but the nobleman scampered over to your side. Another low bow which you met with a nod.

“Long have I heard of the beauty of elves, Your Majesty…” A quirk in your eyebrow reminded him of his place, and he quickly caught himself. “The beauty of your halls, your craftsmanship and arts. It is an honor to see it all.”

You gave him a polite smile. “Thank you, sir. You are too kind.”

He opened his mouth again for more flattery, but another voice interrupted. One from the doorway.

“Meleth nín?”

There stood your husband, dressed in robes blue as water in moonlight. A tall crown of silver branches. White stones imitated snow and ice amongst the delicate wire.

“Forgive me, sir,” he said, not even sparing the nobleman a glance, “but I must speak with my love now.”

The nobleman quickly excused himself, but hadn’t the chance to leave the room before Thranduil had your hands in his, and his lips on yours.

When he leaned in, you expected a chaste kiss against your cheek. Instead, one hand settled on the back of your neck, and the other placed your hand against his chest. Its opposite quickly mirrored and both of your hands held the fabric of his robe.

Your lips were shiny and your face warm by the time your husband pulled away from you. All the tension had melted from him, and he wasted no time in pressing his forehead against yours and letting his eyes flutter closed again. Once his breath came easy again, he gave you a chaste kiss on the nose.

“Forgive my forwardness, meleth nín,” he cooed in Sindarin, a gentle brush of his hand over your cheek.

“Nothing to forgive, husband.” A kiss to his nose. “How could I be upset at the notion that my husband, the most handsome of all who have lived, live now, and will ever life, desires me?”

A smile at your words, and another kiss on your forehead.

That evening, the two of you were entwined on the couch in your apartments. His head rested against your chest, against your heartbeat, and your fingers combed through his hair and rubbed his back.

A fire crackled in the hearth, and two half-drunk goblets of wine sat on the table at your elbow. A comfortable silence, broken after a good while by a single word.

“Beloved,” he asked quietly.

“Yes?”

“I have a confession. And need your advice.”

The hand formerly in his hair transferred to gently scratch the back of his neck and you briefly squeezed him close with the other arm. He adjusted so he could look up at your face a bit better.

“Of course, meleth nín. What is it?”

“When you were speaking to that man from Dale… I had a foolish thought. Jealousy. I’ve felt it a great deal over the past few weeks, thought I never acted upon it. Until today. I feel childish now, interrupting and publicly expressing physical affection in neither the right time nor the right place. I-”

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips. A startled noise from him, then he pulled himself further up the couch so you could kiss more passionately. He wasn’t entirely sure why you were so taken with the idea of him being so immature, but he was glad you weren’t disappointed.

A quick huff of breath as you pulled apart.

“I love you so much,” you panted, then breaking into giggles. His brows furrowed.

“What is so funny?”

You kissed his nose. “Because I have been feeling jealous the past few weeks. And I hadn’t a clue you were feeling similarly.”

“Why are you feeling jealous?”

“Because,” you flicked his chest, “you have an entourage of nobles, merchants, and ambassadors doting after you. And I was disappointed in myself for being so immature.”

“I do?”

A very unregal snort from you. “Meleth nín, for one so wise, you are so…”

“Don’t finish that sentence.”

More giggles from you. “Very well.”

He rested his head on your shoulder and his nose was tucked comfortably against your throat. The soothing warmth of his breath and the movement of his chest almost lulled you to sleep.

“I don’t think feeling jealousy is a bad thing,” you mused, fingers tracing the embroidery of his leisure dress. “It is a natural part of our behavior, to feel protective of things we love. And you weren’t rude or aggressive, for which I would have been unhappy. I’m glad you love me so much that somewhere in you,” a tap to the side of his head, as if to point the spot out, “a primal sliver encourages you to keep me all to yourself.”

A deep kiss from your husband. One hand behind your neck, cradling your head. The other crept between your back and the couch, fingers pressing into your flesh, pulling you into him as if any distance between you two still existed. You were smiling wide against his lips.

“How silly we both are,” he chuckled after leaning back for air.

Your fingers combed through his hair, finally settling to gently scratch the scalp around his ears.

“Indeed we are, my love.”

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Posted: 2024 March 7

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gjenkatarot · 2 months

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˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Hey there, pile one! It seems like this someone is feeling a tad green-eyed when they look at all you've accomplished. They're seeing you as this smart, practical, and mature individual who's got it going on. Your ability to stay cool under pressure. They might be seeing that as a threat to their own sense of self.

The negativity they're dishing out could be coming from some old baggage they're still lugging around. Maybe they've got some past grudges or envy that's bubbling up and landing squarely on you. This person might even be someone you used to be tight with.

Their hostility is more about their own inner struggles and insecurities than anything you've done. There might have been moments where they tried to knock you down a peg or two, projecting their own issues onto you in the process.

Sounds like they've got a bit of a knack for being overly critical and spreading rumours. It's tough dealing with someone like that, especially when they're aiming for your reputation and achievements just to soothe their own ego.

Negativity spreads like wildfire! Whether it's through the grapevine or online, it seems like they're on a mission to rain on your parade. Their obsession with you? It's not doing them any favours, and it might even be dragging you down a bit too.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Hey there, pile two! It seems like there's someone close to you who's been feeling some negative vibes lately. They might actually be part of your inner circle, someone you share a strong bond with.

It's like there's this weird tension brewing among your friends or acquaintances, and it's not the warm fuzzy kind. Jealousy or competition might be lurking beneath the surface, making someone feel a bit sour about your success or happiness. They might even feel threatened by your confidence and your knack for standing your ground.

Honestly, it's a bit disheartening. I've been in similar spots myself! This person might not be playing it straight with you, maybe even spinning a few fibs your way. And the worst part? They could be gossiping behind your back or pulling some sneaky moves to tarnish your rep.

Seems like they're not exactly thrilled about your financial success either. They see you as someone who's got it all, maybe a bit too easily, and it's eating away at them. By lashing out, spreading rumours or throwing shade your way to boost their own ego.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Hey there, pile three! It seems like there's someone in your family who's been feeling a bit off lately. They're actually part of your own flesh and blood, whether they're your sibling, cousin, or even an aunt or uncle.

It looks like envy or resentment might be creeping into their feelings towards you and your achievements. They might be feeling like you're not quite playing fair in your relationships, maybe focusing a bit too much on yourself, which is leaving them feeling a bit sour.

Your assertiveness and that amazing energy you bring to the table? Well, it might just be making them feel a tad threatened. Your confidence and success could be triggering a little case of rivalry or making them feel like they're living in your shadow, sparking some jealousy or insecurity.

They're likely someone you're pretty close to, maybe even someone you share a special bond with. They might be feeling a bit intimidated by your creative prowess. You know, seeing all those compliments roll in for your work while they're left wondering, "Hey, what about me?"

This person might be male or have some pretty masculine traits. They might be showing a bit of greed or ignorance in how they're acting towards you. Despite all that, they are someone who holds a significant place in your heart, someone you trust on a deep level.

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yanderes-galore · 4 months

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Okay so I loved your draconic!friend Toothless, but what about draconic friend hookfang?

I assume you mean the fic named Draconic Friend with Toothless? Either way I ended up making this a concept as I wasn't quite sure if you wanted a short like Draconic Friend or not?

Draconic Friend - Clingy Toothless Scenario Here

Yandere! Hookfang Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Animal/Pet-Like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective dragon, Clingy dragon, Jealousy, Violence, Implied death/murder, Forced companionship.

Hookfang would act cold and uncaring st times.

He typically bullies other dragons but that doesn't meant he doesn't care about others.

He seems like he doesn't care for Snotlout, his rider, but he does.

For this concept I imagine you are a friend of Snotlout.

As a result you are often in close contact with Hookfang.

Hookfang is definitely more teasing/aggressive with Snotlout, yet shows preference towards you

When he first met you he appeared uncaring.

Although as you interact more and even introduce Hookfang to your own dragon, Hookfang begins to care more.

Hookfang is known to be like Snotlout, it's why they work so well.

He's proud, mischievous, picks fights....

Snotlout and Hookfang are considered rivals to Hiccup and Toothless.

Something to notice is Hookfang isn't as volatile around you or your dragon.

He actually seems behaved with you, showing manners towards you and your dragon.

Snotlout may comment on this, showing envy at how well Hookfang behaves for you.

Which leads to Hookfang scoffing and nipping his rider....

Hookfang is mischievous so he may be teasing with you and your dragon.

Maybe he even shows envy of his own towards your dragon.

He playfully pushes you around in and attempt to pester you, he is also asking for affection.

I imagine in this situation Snotlout definitely rants to you about the fact Hookfang gets along so well with you.

Hookfang now comes to you for affection and is playful, while he is more cold with Snotlout.

You probably tell him it's due to the personality of him and his dragon... but things get weirder.

Since you mentioned Draconic Friend, I'll lean the plot to something similar to that.

Hookfang is no doubt envious of your own dragon at times.

He loves Snotlout but you are... much less annoying?

If Snotlout makes Hookfang upset the Monstrous Nightmare ends up finding his way to you.

The dragon looks annoyed when he sees you so close to your own dragon... flying around so gracefully.

Which may lead to Hookfang picking fights with your dragon, similar to Toothless in Draconic Friend.

You no doubt report this to Snotlout.

He tries to tell you Hookfang picking fights is normal but you aren't buying it.

He never did that before with your dragon....

Hookfang is also oddly clingy when you're around.

You'll be talking to Snotlout or your dragon, then Hookfang sneaks up and grabs you by the back of your clothes to drag you off.

Snotlout would whine to Hookfang that he's replacing him.

The thought is unnerving... yet might be closer to the truth than you would've liked.

Hookfang begins to show jealous and cruel behavior towards your dragon.

Things like smacking them with his wings or tail, maybe even nipping them.

When it comes to you? An uncharacteristic sweetheart.

He wants you to pet his head, he wants you to ride on his back.

He acts much different with you than Snotlout.

You try to redirect his attention to his rider but Hookfang only scoffs.

You know something has to be done the moment Hookfang flames up at your dragon.

You suggest to Snotlout that you isolate from each other for a bit.

Which leads to you riding your dragon to another island for awhile.

Whatever's wrong with Hookfang should be gone by the time you get back... right?

So you make a camp and live away from the others.

It's been weeks before anything happens.

You think things went okay, surely they did, right?

When you see a dragon you think it's the others telling you that you can come home.

You find it weird that they sent Snotlout with Hookfang... but maybe they wanted to explain things?

Maybe apologize?

The truth starts to creep in when Hookfang lands... with no Snotlout.

You feel your heart stop for a moment as Hookfang gives you a possessive look.

You want to ask what's wrong but your dragon quickly steps in.

Something's wrong....

You may not know it yet, but Hookfang doesn't plan on letting you leave with your dragon.

Truth is... he's claimed you since he became attached.

He escaped from the others to find you.

Now that he's found you...

He'll make sure he's the only dragon you have to rely on.

#yandere httyd #yandere how to train your dragon #yandere hookfang #platonic yandere

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teyamsgrl · 10 months

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i choose you ✧ lo'ak

❗️MDNI ❗️

IM SORRY i love angst to smut with lo'ak it is legit a serious obsession 🥴 he is just WOW CAN THIS BE REAL WOW

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, agedup!lo'ak, angst to smut, l-bombs, tsaheylu, slight dirty talk, slow and deep loving sex 😮‍💨 - paskalin: honey, oel ngati kameie: i see you

you had no idea what you did wrong. just a week ago you and lo'ak were inseparable, now he is quite obviously avoiding you. it broke your heart for so many reasons, the first being that you truly didn't know what you did; your best friend was actively running from you with no explanation. anytime he spotted you he would turn to walk the other way or leave a group when you joined. second, you were completely in love with lo'ak, unimaginably in love. you could basically hear your poor heart shattering into a million pieces everyday over again. everyone knew you loved lo'ak beyond a friendly manner, and you thought he felt the same way, it seemed obvious. the way his eyes flickered to your lips when you spoke or how he wandered his hand along your back when you were upset, even how he simply listened to you, paid attention to every single word that you uttered. the third thing, which hurt the most, was that he was hanging around with another girl. kai'ra was the most beautiful songstress in the clan, and someone that everyone either wanted or envied.

you couldn't contain the jealousy and distress that stirred through you when you spotted lo'ak and kai'ra from afar in the evening, him showing her one of his dad's guns and teaching her how to hold it. you scoffed when you saw her brush one of his braids back behind his ear, his hand still on her arm in preparation to help her aim. a purple hue coloured your face as emotions whirred in your mind, your eyes filling with tears within seconds. your once sparkly amber eyes were now much duller, heart having been stomped on and thrown to the side. you had never felt so lost before, lo'ak had become your everything in so many ways and now it was as though he was never aware of your existence in the first place. you sniffled and turned your gaze to your feet that were playing around in the moss underneath you. you suddenly heard footsteps coming in your direction and your eyes shot up, seeing kai'ra pass just a few metres beside you. your heart rate picked up as you noticed a now alone lo'ak still in their previous spot, presumably cleaning the gun. you bite your lip out of nervousness before hurriedly approaching lo'ak, determined to get an answer from him and also give him a piece of your mind.

his gaze moves away from the gun as he hears someone approaching, eyes catching yours. "y/n no-" you cut him off immediately, "no. you don't get to run away this time. don't you dare move" your tone is harsh but voice shaky, you had never felt anxious around lo'ak until this moment. "you need to tell me what the fuck is going on here. what did i do wrong? why have you been avoiding me for almost two weeks, lo'ak? i'm not leaving you alone until you give me a fucking answer" your finger is pressed into his chest, constantly poking as you speak. you watch as he sighs, looking as though he is trying to piece together his thoughts. "paskalin..." a tear immediately falls from your eye at the endearing name, his tone gentle. you brush away your tear and lock eyes with him, searching for more. "i'm- i'm so sorry, so sorry..." you breathe shakily under his gaze yet muster up enough strength to still stick up for yourself, "sorry isn't going to cut it. you need to explain to me the reasoning behind this. why are you avoiding me? and why are you with her? what's going on, lo'ak? please just tell me..."

your voice breaks as more tears fall from your eyes. he visibly softens when he sees you crying, stepping closer to cup your cheeks and swipe away your actively falling tears. "i know it doesn't, i know... i'm gonna sound so stupid..." he exhales, "i love you, i love you so much. i just felt that i was bad for you, all i do is mess around and put myself and the people around me in shit situations, and you're, well, you're you. you deserve someone better than me. i knew how you felt about me and i just ran because you deserve better. kai'ra was just an attempt at a distraction, but you never left my mind. walking away anytime you were near killed me, it broke my heart to know i was hurting you. i just figured in the long run it would pay off as you'd be with someone better... now i see that it was a stupid idea, my insecurity kinda just... yeah" you lean into his touch, looking into his eyes and seeing the genuine sorrow behind them. "i love you too lo'ak, so much it's almost unbelievable. you really hurt me, doing all this. i've never felt so lost until i was without you. but, i see your side, i know your insecurities. to me, you are perfect. i have never met anyone like you, nobody will beat you in my eyes. no matter what, i choose you. i will always choose you. oel ngati kameie, lo'ak.." your heart races as he rests his forehead on yours, his breath tickling your lips. "oel ngati kameie" he whispers before colliding your lips together in a passionate kiss. you could feel the love and emotion he was pouring into the kiss, your hands moving to rest on his chest. your tongue slides along his bottom lip, urging him to open his mouth and let your tongues tangle.

he disconnects your lips slightly, "let me show you how much i love you, please" he begs, staring into your eyes with anticipation. you nod eagerly, bringing him down onto the moss beneath you. it was late enough now that there would be no one else around, especially in this area of the forest. you lie on your back, pulling lo'ak over you and tracing your hands down his torso. he smiles down at you and kisses his way down your neck, removing your top in the process. you hum as he kisses along your breasts before continuing down to your loincloth. he removes it as well, his large hands pressing on your thighs to spread them open. "so pretty, aren't you?" he hums, eyes raking over your naked body. the purple hue fills your cheeks again, this time for a better reason. he smiles at the sight, leaning down to kiss all over you thighs. you tangle your hands in his braids as his lips continue on their journey, stopping at your ankles. he leans back to get his loincloth off, his cock springing out resulting in more wetness to pool in between your legs. "you're okay with this, baby?" he asks, lining himself up with your entrance. "of course, yes" you breathe out, wrapping your legs around his waist.

he hums and eases himself inside of you, your head rolling back at the full sensation. "oh-" you gasp, legs tightening around his slim waist. he groans and leans over you and presses his hands into the ground beside your head, slowly beginning to pump in and out of your slick pussy. "so tight, shit..." he whispers into your ear as he stretches you out. "feels good, feels so good, lo'ak" you mewl and claw at his shoulders, nails leaving small indents. "it does, you're so good, so good and pretty.." he moans and picks up his speed, finding a medium pace that allows him to hit deep in you every stroke. he lifts one hand from the ground to grab your queue and pull it out from under you. "hold it here baby.." you whimper and move one hand to hold it up, your legs tightening more around him out of excitement. he moans as you drag him in more, still thrusting into you as he grabs his own queue and places it beside yours, tendrils working on their own and connecting. your pupils dilate and your back arches as you connect with lo'ak more than you ever have before, his forehead dropping against yours and chest heaving at the surge of pleasure from tsaheylu. "great mother..." you whine as his tip caresses your cervix, his hips never faltering. "you are... fuck you are amazing..." he groans and starts thrusting harder and deeper, at this point abusing your cervix with his cock. "close, i'm close!" you squeal, legs beginning to quiver. "me too... with me baby, you're with me... come on" he coaxes out your orgasm and his own, your cum spilling out as his fills you up simultaneously.

yours and lo'ak's breathing is ragged after your orgasms, bodies pressed together as you both come down from your highs. "love you, love you, love you" he mumbles as he kisses all over your face, you giggling as he does so, "i love you too, sweet boy" you wrap your arms around his neck as he remains above you. "i won't hurt you again, i promise. i'll do anything to protect you, give you the world..." he rambles on as you play with his braids, "i know you won't" you smile up at him, heart swelling at the fact that you two are now mated. "good" he smiles back and kisses your nose gingerly, his heart now full of you again.

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2smolbeans · 9 months

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Which of the brothers would most likely be a yandere?

Prompt: From top to bottom, which of the brothers would be more of a yandere?

Tags: Devildom world building, mentions of the brothers' pasts after and before falling from heaven, delusional mindsets, desperation, mentions of how they'd react if MC were anything but human, kidnapping, torture, all of these demons are insufferable lol, Mc should really invest in becoming an exorcist, OOC brothers.

A/N:

*This is completely scrambled and unedited, so read at your own risk lol. I wanted to write it completely organized, but I gave up halfway ( ´_ゝ`)...

Note: I will edit this here and there since I might wanna add more changes since I may have rushed this

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Leviathan:

Immediately, he would be the first of the seven deadly sins to be a yandere. Leviathan is a reckless, emotionally driven demon fueled by jealousy 24/7.

He often gets jealous of many things, from either not owning a specific item or even the littlest of things that don't necessarily relate to him. There are so many things that push Leviathan to an orange filled envy, but none of them compare to lacking...Love.

As it is known, Leviathan is a hoarder - not as bad as Mammon.

Leviathan tends to collect excessive amounts of whatever gains his interest. Whether it's the newest latest addition to the Ruri-Chan merch, his favorite video game series, or anything that fits his otaku nature.

It fills him with a sense of pride. It boots his ego, and it comforts his inner insecurities, knowing that no one else could ever amount to his collection. But when he's hit with it again, hit with the harsh reality of how lonely he is compared to others - it fills him with a cowardly rage.

Love. Something that he was cursed to forever be void of by his 'father' after the fall. Something that is so tempting - so unreachable - it tortures him. Something so simple that everyone else can have, but he can't.

It doesn't help that as a seven deadly sin, it's hard to obtain a genuine trust in hell. The higher the demon is in Devildom hierarchy, the harder it is for them to form trustful or emotionally filling relationships since other high or low ranking demons would objectify you as some typical terrifying, spoiled, powerful demon.

Because of this, Leviathan hates himself. He hates the fact that he's the avatar of envy - and the fact that as the avatar of envy, he can't even own up to it or make it a proud staple of his very existence! Instead, he's just some retired navy leader who lazes around in his dark, disgusting room, pouting his time away. It's why it isn't uncommon to hear Leviathan berate himself so constantly.

He absolutely resents those around him who are able to socialize, to form relationships, to even MAINTAIN them.

He hates it, he hates hearing the stories of how immortal beings were able to find love. He despises the fact that cupids are able to find and influence love itself, how angels are able to keep eternal love, and how even the lowest of demons in Devildom are able to have families of their own!

For fucks sake, shouldn't HE be the one having all those things? He was a renowned leader of Hell's Royal Navy! It's not fair, everyone else should be suffering, they don't have the high status and responsibilities to have something so special.

He hates it, it makes him look pathetic, but lord the things he does just to even have an ounce of what they have...

It's why I can see him falling in love so quickly the moment someone catches his eyes. If you fit his preference in any shape or form, its over for you.

Like a typical siren type demon, Leviathan usually likes to go for human lovers. It's very rare to see him crush over a demon, angel, cupid, or any other mystical being because of the lack of trust he has for them.

However since most of his lovers are human, they're quite disposable sadly due to the lack of care he has for their delicate 'state'.

For now, I'd say Leviathan isn't a concerning Yandere when it comes to being targeted if you are anything but a human! But the moment he explores different immortal beings is when situations would start to get a bit worrying and tragic.

Otherwise if you are a demon who happens to work or interact with Leviathan in any shape or form. Whether it be from the navy or casual business endeavors. The best advice you could ever get is; steer away from his lover, don't ever mention his lover, question if he has one, or try to get romantically involved with him.

That is unless you want to risk being digested inside a mythical sea creature, being burned alive in their intestines for hundreds of years, only to be spewed out as living shit. Yes, even if you get digested and spewed out by a creature in hell, you CANNOT DIE as a demon. And he knows it. In his twisted sense of humor, he could really call you 'the piece of shit that you are'.

Leviathan is smarter than what he shows himself to be as, he's a military man that is chronically online- it makes him horrifyingly creative when it comes to torturing people.

But overall Leviathan is the first demon brother to be the most obessive, desperate, and lonely yandere of them all. He just wants love, that's it, it's not so hard to give him that right?

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Mammon:

Mammon, the second eldest from all of his brothers is the most human out of them all. He's more laid back and able to empathize and understand emotions and people's behavior a lot better than any of his brothers. His sin, greed, is at a constant momentum throughout every person's life. Greed is inescapable, it's something that is biologically built in every being- the exception being angels- for the means of survival. It's what makes Mammon so powerful, so influential, Mammon knows what people think, what they want, and why they want it.

Because of this, Mammon is able to manipulate and exploit any situation for his benefit. He's able to always get what he wants, even if told no beforehand.

He's gotten used to it, getting whatever he wants in such large amounts, it's become a dangerous habit.

Mammon is an extreme hoarder because of this. He's gotten so used to winning, he's used to feeling that constant dopamine rush whenever he gets what he wants.

Still, he somehow manages to keep his room clean no matter how many items he crams into his space.

It's something he can never get used to, the feeling of an intense want and need for something. He just can't put a finger to it. Mammon knows he has literally everything in the world, from the smallest of trinkets, to the stashes of gold and money, his greed is never satisfied.

There was always that small lingering since of emptiness that clawed the back of his mind. The worst part is, no one could ever understand, or at least comfort him. His brothers could care less since they had their own issues, he couldn't trust any other demon in Devildom, and humans..Maybe one of them could understand. But how embarrassing would that be for the great Mammon?

Mammon has everything he could ever ask for, but no matter what, he'll always want more. And its why he longs for that relationship with somsone- for someone to understand him, to shower him in love- something even money couldn't do, to hold him, to worship and praise him, just to tell him that's it's enough...

It's why embarrassing it is for him, Mammon is desperate for any sort of attention. Platonic, familial, or even romantic, Mammon doesn't care how belittling it makes him look- espically considering his status, he just wants something to make him feel more than he already feels.

So even though he's all high and mighty, full of pride and his ego being off the charts. Mammon is desperate to the point of going on his knees and begging for anyone- you - to just give him this ONE thing.

Either way, if begging doesn’t work on you, Mammon is smart enough to figure out what makes you break.

Afterall, he does have eyes everywhere (those eyes being the crows that he tasks to be his watchful eye. Since his animal is a crow, I can see Mammon being able to talk and task the crows to watch over you)

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Asmodeus:

It's hard for him to maintain a relationship, it's a curse really. Afterall he is the avatar of lust for a reason. He can't fall in love or have any genuine feelings for anyone thanks to his sin.

He's always constantly yearning for someone, lusting over the traits that perhaps they could give him- to satisfy him.

He cares, but then he doesn’t. He wants it, but then he hates it. Asmodeus can never make up his mind when it comes to love. Whether it's platonic or romantic.

If he obesses over someone, it's probably due to the fact that for once, he can feel a sense of normality whenever he's around them.

In contrast to the intense, passionate, and overwhelming feelings of lust and possession, a sense of warmth and peace would be a nice change of pace.

I can see Asmodeus not falling for anyone unless they somehow form some sort of a deep connection with him.

He's been in hell for so long- he doesn't know what a normal friendship even looks like.

Even when roams around the Earth, he could never grasp the concept of a healthy relationship... (since humans are completely flawed and influenced by their sin. So humans are absolutely abysmal with relationships to the point of insanity. Either way, Asmodeus is left even more confused when he observes human relationships because of the complexity and constant shift in their definations or rules of relationships.)

He's been through humans and demons like candy- so even grabbing his attention as a friend is hard. He's met so many fakers. He kind of just ignores whoever tries to get close with him. So it really is hard for him to get attached and obess over someone.

The last time he's ever really 'loved' someone was Helen. But even then its never worked out.

Nothing ever works out. So he builds a wall, a wall of pride and insecurities.

But once someone manages to break down that wall, he's in disbelief and in madness. It took a millennium, it took YEARS, and yet it took a simple being such as you to full in that void.

He's curious about you immediately, desperate even. He doesn't want to scare you off, so he'll shower you in gifts and praise. His mask is slipping, but he doesn't care.

It's been so long since he's ever felt an ounce of true respect and empathy. He will never let it slip so easily. It's been so long since he's ever felt an ounce of true respect and empathy. He will never let it slip so easily.

So he'll follow you, persuade you. He doesn't care if you see him as a friend or lover - he doesn't even know what he sees you as. But he just wants you by his side 24/7.

Talk to anyone else? He'll bombard you with questions- what makes them so interesting? Is he better than them? They're just an accquantice, right?

Human, Angel, Demon, or any type of creature you are - Asmodeus doesn't care.

If you're an angel, he'll try to keep you as pure as possible. He doesn't want to cause you anymore pain. But he finds it hard as he realises that you can't stay in hell since eventually you would have to return to heaven with the rest of the other angels. Plus.. just the thought of being him, your corruption sends a shiver down his spine. So, with a few lingering touches and some sweet whispers in your ear, Asmodeus will enjoy every moment corrupting a poor innocent angel in the most pleasurable way possible.

However, if you're a human, he'll do anything to keep you immortal so that he can keep you forever. If you're anything else such as a demon or another supernatural creature, well, isn't he lucky! Keeping you wouldn't be so hard.

Overall, Asmodeus would be a rare yandere- but a sweet- clinging, loving, yet overbearing one once turned on.

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Belphegor:

Belphegor has little to no attraction to anyone or even with the thought of forming relationships. Like Leviathan, Belphegor is a shut-in, a demon who often lives most of his life inside his head - too tired to care about reality.

So I personally don't see Belphegor falling in love or growing an extreme infatuation for any being from heaven, hell, or earth.

Since Belphegor could care less about anyone - why should he? Why should he want a relationship? Is there any point or benefit for him?

Belphegor doesn't like change at all. He's a demon with a schedule of his own admission and would rather keep it that way.

Finding another person to enter his life would simply destroy his whole entire niche. However, if someone were to catch his eye- it would have to be through visiting their dreams.

You see, during Belphegor's indulgent slumbers- he's always visiting other people dreams, causing terror just for his pure amusement. He loves it. He gets a rush out of draining people from their energy to ruin the one thing they can enjoy - sleep.

The thought of them being oh so afraid while he gets to control their world, to introduce them to the many horrors that they cannot comprehend, and even after they wake up, they are still struck with fear as they have to await what happens to their next sleep.

So, if by some unfortunate curse, someone were to catch his eye, Belphegor would make them his main focus whenever he goes into a deep sleep. Because for once, out of every being he's ever met..You entertain him.

So inevitably, you'd save countless amounts of beings from Belphegor's nightmare shenanigans - however, you'd be stuck with whatever he has in store.

It would be a terrifying incident since Belphegor would most likely try to keep your dreams prolonged as possible. No matter how far away you were for him, somehow- he'd be able to lull you into a long coma that could last for days, only letting you wake up to do basic functions such as eat, drink, use the bathroom, and whatnot.

It wouldn't take long for him to want more though, sure it's fun controlling whatever world your mind forms and making up scenarios for you two, such as dates or events.

But.. Now, he's curious about what it would be like to do that outside of your dreams. Furthermore, he's even more curious about who you really are outside your dreams.

Whether it be your looks, personality, or how strong you are, you are really outside your mental state? It doesn't matter how many times you try to persuade him that it isn't worth finding you.

Once Belphegor has made up his mind, there's no stopping him.Whether he tears through Hell, Earth, or the exchange program- he will find you. It's only a matter of time.

Besides, how hard can it be when he could just invasively search through your mind?Overall, as a yandere, I guess you could say Belphegor would be more of an antagonistic sadistic abuser that favors you for how much you amuse him.

Maybe it's obsession, love, or favoritism - Belphegor doesn't know what it is either. But all he knows is that your cries, screams, your fear, your happiness, he wants it for himself.

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Beelzebub:

He's softer and more human than the rest of the brothers (besides Mammon). I can see him being more of a protective and soft spoken type of yandere. Not sadistic, but controlling and a bit masochistic.

He finds it adorable if you berate him- it's almost like a small puppy barking at him. He thinks this cause- you do know he can crush you right? He could eat you like the others and you couldn't do a thing a about it.

When it comes to romantic relationships, Beel doesn’t yearn for it- although he isn’t against the thought of being romantically involved with someone.

He does enjoy the thought of being beside someone who he can confide with. He daydreams about it a lot more than anyone could ever imagine.

(I'm not gonna lie. I don't have any more current thoughts, but I really do see him being a bit of a softie and a lot less cruel than all of his brothers combined. I do know I will write about each brother more separately in more organized depth later 😭)

Satan:

With a calm exterior outside and an angry issue inside, when it comes to romance and obsession, he could care less about it. It's a waste of time for him, and why else would he focus on anything else when he has his inner issues and his duties to attend to?

Like all his brothers, he's been alive for God knows how long- and he's met all sorts of people. He finds them all the same or just.. Annoying.

It's really hard for any of them to earn his respect, and he really hates it. Everyone around him are like worms, crawling with impulse and just gorging on filth.

However, if he were to find someone of interest, it would most likely have to be out of respect. I could see a scenario of Satan perhaps knowing you for a long time. He hadn't thought much of you until you gained his respect. Ever since then, he couldn't help but be in such awe for you.

Maybe it's because you're the thing that actually calms his nerves. It's why he'll never admit it, but he does get explosive when he sees you interacting with others. You're not filthy, so why are you contaminating your mind and soul with disgusting parasites?

He needs you in a way. He hates it. It brings down his pride, but you're the only thing that can take away his intense emotions that overwhelm him.

He's dependent on you, and it angers him of how you don't see the severity of what you've done to him.

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Lucfier:

Lucifer is a demon of power, status- the very essence of perfection. As the eldest of all the seven deadly sins, Lucifer holds a high bar of standards when it comes to his life and how he shapes it.

He's nit picky about every detail that surrounds him, from the people that talk to him, how he presents himself- no matter what it is, Lucifer will always filter it. He needs to be perfect, whatever that cost may be.

Afterall, he deserves to have the best of the best after the torture he had to endure from the moment he fell from grace. So what makes you think Lucifer would allow some measly being, something so pathetic, so insignificant- just another number to a population- would make him fall down onto his knees?

Lucifer, the eldest, the one who lived ever since Adam and Eve flourished on earth, the one who started the celestial war, went against his own kind, absorbed ancient years worth of knowledge, saw man kind change throughout the centuries.

He's the all knowing eye of everything that you see, so how could he ever see anyone eye to eye? Every being he ever comes across is just a means to evolution that he had to witness.

So if in that rare moment someone catches his eye, it's granted that he'll immediately make it known to them. Whether it be leaning close to them, leading them into his office as he tells them upfront, or perhaps just locking them away in his private chambers. He doesn't care if they consent or not, either way he'll break it into their minds of how happy they should be now that Lucifer has their eye on them completely.

That he, one of the first angels that god had created, one of the three orignal archangels, took interest in an animal like you.

When it comes to who most likely Lucifer would target, I would have to bet that it would most likely have to be angels from the exchange program.

There's just something that heats up whenever he sees them. Angels, something so pure, so naive, so..Perfect. He adores how elegant and beautiful they make themselves out to be. Though, at the same time..Lucfier adores the idea of owning an angel, keeping them in a nice cage just for them- shaping them into his perfect image, giving them their true potential to be the most flawless creature in all the realms.

Humans and demons couldn't ever compare to them. Humans, the pathetic creations of his father. Demons- humans that endulged with sin and filth beyond salvation.

But angels...Something about them just brings a smile onto his face. Maybe it's the nostalgia, perhaps maybe it's because he could relate to them, or maybe it's just the thought of owning something close to perfection.

But overall, gaining Lucifer's attention is rare and even difficult. No matter who you are or what you are Lucifer could care less about you unless you benefit him in some way.

#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #obey me #yandere obey me #yandere prompt #obey me yandere #obey me leviathan #yandere headcanons #yandere lucifer #yandere mammon #yandere belphegor #yandere belphie #yandere satan #yandere asmodeus #obey me headcanons

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akanesheep · 1 year

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So, now that I finished the Brothers ‘How they fell for MC’ series, I’m going to talking about the poly hierarchy within them:

It will go without saying that as far as the power structure, not much will change. The brothers have always lived this way, they’re comfortable with that end of the power dynamic.

Where it gets shiftier is where jealousy flare ups happen. This is where MC steps in. They don’t happen as much once the brothers agree to the relationship. MC does have their work cut out for them though. 7 partners is a lot, and we haven’t even gotten to the Prince, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon.

MC has to see the whole picture, or as close as possible. Which brothers handle their jealousy best, what day is promised to which brother, what are the circumstances of the argument. This sheep is a whole diplomat. Carefully treading the waters to find the fair and valid points. It isn’t perfect, but it’s fair. For example, if it’s date night with Mammon, but Levi just won tickets to an event for tonight and wants MC to go, it’s Mammon’s night. So unless Mammon volunteers his night to Levi, then that’s that.

Usually that’s when Levi’s envy will kick in, but he will be reminded of the times his brothers have had to respect his nights with you too.

It takes a few months for everyone to settle out, but once the routine is in place it works quite nicely.

It gets more hectic if you include Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, & Solomon. (Which I do, like, have you met me??)

The brothers will grumble at first for a few reasons. Those that have issue with Diavolo will complain about him moving in on their partner. Some will be opposed to an Angel being involved with MC, and some will make comments about that shady sorcerer; but a few conversations as a group bring everyone to the same mind set, and ultimately things adjust.

I say group conversation and I mean group conversations. It’s one thing for a brother or partner to mention something to MC as a one off issue, but more than once and it will be addressed during the weekly gathering. It sounds like a bit of a business meeting, but it keeps the air between everyone open and clear. After all, they are all functioning as a singular unit.

Diavolo’s responsibilities can make a scheduled date night near impossible, as can Lucifer’s, and Barbatos’. Lunch dates are common between them. Official events that require attendance are tricky, who do they attend with? Usually they attend as the hosts guest. Which means Diavolo usually… and MC will wear Diavolo’s colors, however there will be a flash of sapphire, a twinkle of gold, a glint of emerald… yes, they make sure some part of themselves is recognizing all of them. Even if it’s a bracelet or a ring with each of them represented. They also have access to dance with MC during the event. There’s a protocol to this as with all things. The host gets first and last dance, no question. After those dances, depending on how much MC wants to dance, they take turns. Beel, Levi, & Belphie aren’t big on dancing, so they use their time to help MC recover, drinks, snacks, conversation. MC loves them for the ability to slow down and just observe the room, to take a breath.

Let me pause here to point out that while most events are hosted by Diavolo, there are a large number hosted by Asmo, or Mammon. Satan has hosted a few art shows, Levi is a frequent honored guest at anime conventions, as well as his Royal Navy duties. So usually in some small place or time, they are all the main partner to MC.

With the addition of the non-brother partners, it does get a little more complicated schedule wise, as there is no longer a set day for each, and sometimes days get shifted because of late night work (Lucifer, Dia, and Barbatos) so depending on MC’s mood, they either go in to help work, or they have a pajama party and movie night with the others, sometimes, they just have a rare night alone, to soak in the tub and relax, put on one of their partner’s shirts and curl up, read a book, and drift off to sleep.

Or get surprised by the door bursting open to find one of the brothers charging forward with some kind of insanity (they will never learn to knock XD)

So there you have it, how MC balances a poly relationship with all the brothers + the non-brother dateables.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon #obey me!#obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me mc #obey me x reader

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beanghostprincess · 4 months

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Can you elaborate on shanks being rightfully blamed for shuggy break up? I’m genuine

Okay, so it's not that he's "rightfully blamed". When people say Shanks did nothing wrong, they're completely right. He did absolutely nothing wrong. He's an angel. Shanks, if you're reading this, I love you. In fact, his POV when it comes to his relationship with Buggy is equally heartbreaking if not even more painful and confusing. What I mean when I constantly say Buggy is rightfully angry and resentful, is not that Shanks deserves to be hated, I'm just saying that I understand Buggy perfectly. And even if Shanks doesn't deserve to be treated this way, Buggy's feelings are perfectly understandable.

Buggy has lived as Shanks' shadow his whole life. He had to give up on his dream because Shanks was the chosen one to keep Roger's legacy alive. He gave Shanks the straw hat, and not Buggy. As we can see in the flashback in chapter 1082, it's noticeable that it was not a one time thing. Shanks was constantly seen as brighter, smarter, braver, etc. Buggy was just in the background. And you know what? He was okay with that as long as he followed Shanks, because they were best friends and if Shanks achieved his dream, Buggy would too. He gave up on his dream to follow Shanks instead because he accepted he would never be seen as somebody like him. And you can blame Buggy and say "It's not Shanks' fault that he felt inferior! He could've fought for his dream instead!" but dude, sometimes people are fucking tired of fighting when nobody else is supporting them. It's just... Understandable. And he was a kid. You know how fucking painful it is to be neglected and see how much love your best friend received? From your dad of all people.

And then Buggy thinks "Fuck it, gonna go the easy way. I'll just follow this map and sell this devil fruit". But then Shanks' appears and he makes him eat the devil fruit and lose the map. "But it wasn't Shanks' fault! He literally did nothing and it was Buggy who got scared and ate the thin-" it's a metaphor. It's not hard to understand. It's- It's symbolism turned into a literal plot. Shanks' mere existence (appearing right behind Buggy when he was about to go follow his dream) made Buggy lose his independence as a pirate (made him eat a devil fruit, making him unable to swim an d be on his own. He's literally now hated by the sea, a pirate's home) and lose the path to his dream (quite literally, lose the map). Shanks did absolutely nothing to hurt Buggy, but Buggy's feelings toward him are understandable. It's the way envy and jealousy affect people. Mostly kids/teens. And this literally ruined Buggy's life forever. He can't even go to Laugh Tale, and even if Shanks stays with him, he can't go because of his Devil Fruit (I mean, not canon yet, but quite obviously real already, c'mon). And that's just gonna give Buggy more reasons to be resentful.

Then Roger (their captain. Their dad) dies. Gets executed in front of them. Buggy sees this as an opportunity to be his legacy, so of course he trusts Shanks to do it. It's obvious in the way he talks about it that he was going to follow Shanks, or at least trust him in his journey. But then Shanks hesitates. We don't know exactly why (maybe he knew something back then. Maybe he knew they weren't ready yet. Maybe he was scared. Whatever) but he hesitates. He doubts. And Buggy, who sees Shanks as this powerful force and as the brightest pirate of all (because he has lived in his shadow for so long), of course gets angry. It isn't fair that everyone sees Shanks as the brightest when he's the one hesitating about following their dream. It isn't fair that Buggy, the one who believes in Shanks and their dream, is the one looked down upon.

Idk, I don't think Buggy hates Shanks either. It's just that his mere existence hurts too much to be with him. And tbh I find leaving somebody for that extremely valid.

#basically: you go buggy i love you you're so real you're the realest #he's so relatable #i haven't reread this tbh if there are typos i am sorry #one piece #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #shuggy #< target audience #but i'm seeing this as romantic all the time anyway they're canon to me already

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sai4u · 1 month

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don’t wait for heartbreak !

⤷ instead of cupid shooting an arrow love, it feels like heartbreak instead. being friends with the boys is great and all, until feelings start showing up. with feelings, things could go smooth sailing or could go awry with a potential frazzled relationship

− ⌗ ft .∿ haechan, mark, jisung x fem reader

− ⌗ genre + warnings .∿ angst + non idol!au, college au for mark + jisung, reader lowkey breaks jisung’s heart :/

⤹ ⊹ MARK LEE

✶ for quite sometime you have been acquaintances with mark and for quite some time, you have seen him more than you would think. of course it’s college and you can easily run into familiar faces but to run into mark lee just about every day of the week? quite strange some might say, and to say that you don’t have a class with him makes it even more…odd. “it could be fate”, some may say but you waved that possibility off a while ago.

though, you are grateful that you do bump into mark ever so often. as coincidental as it was, the constant run-ins bloomed a friendship between you two, and he was a friend anyone could ask for. he was kind, funny, light-hearted, caring, and everything someone could ask for as a friend or partner. hence, not being shocked that most of the student body is either infatuated or “in love” with mark lee, including you. terribly cliche but he was one of your closest friends; someone to lean on, vent to with any and everything, an understanding guy with the limited vocabulary of “yo” and “bro”, someone to joke with, fall in love with, he was everything you could ever dream of as a romantic partner.

however, if there was one flaw mark had, it was being oblivious. well, it was more so a flaw to you than everyone around you. to think all those times of your boy troubles, your long long rants about finding your dream guy (terribly obvious being him) and bringing yourself closer to him, one would think he would catch on. but instead, he doesn’t, he never bothered to put two and two together and instead went about to continue dating other girls.

to make matters worse, something bloomed between a friend of yours and mark, creating a heartache as you watch the two grow in love with one another. thus leaving you with frustration, anger, and regret for not vocalizing your feelings and how much you want him to be your lover.

it would eat at your heart watching mark and your friend, but then again, what kind of friend would you be if you wished the worst for them? instead of creating jealousy, and/or envy, you thought it would be best to create space, bit by bit as the days pass. you distanced yourself from mark cause you couldn’t let your heart slowly shatter as you watch him date your friend, as your feelings for him grew, right?

⤹ ⊹ LEE HAECHAN

✶ haechan, the man with a pretty smile and an elegant voice that could bring tears to angels. his voice was one that was complimented ever since he was young, making him such a gifted person to others who get to hear it and to you who get to be best friends with haechan. though, past his voice, he was kind, loving, affectionate, occasionally cheeky and flirty, but overall someone that you could consider heaven’s blessings.

he was someone to give you a hug (and doesn’t let go) on your bad days, someone to lull you to sleep anytime anxiety kept you up or a bad nightmare had you uneasy, someone who wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable to you, an emotional support for just about everything, even with girl stuff he couldn’t understand, he was there for you. albeit, you were there for him just as much he was there for you, much more with his singing career.

when he introduced you to his dream of becoming a singer and wanting to become a respected songwriter, you were none other than supportive. some would say you were “too” supportive but who wouldn’t want to see their best friend be recognized for his angelic voice, which should be heard by billions across the world?

however, as the fame leisurely grows and less time is spent haechan, you begin to think, “as much as it is good that haechan’s dreams are coming true, just how much his newfound fame can taper our friendship?”. it doesn’t help as well that as the two of you grow older, your heart wanting for him grows more and more. the emotions that were once platonic, and strong, turn into a deep crush, and potentially…love. maybe it’s the distance that grows as he becomes busy with being a singer-songwriter, maybe it’s the gratitude he showers you with when you were supporting him and his dream, or maybe it’s the way he would look so divine in his performances, something about haechan made you yearn for him more than usual.

but of course, with newfound fame comes people throwing themselves at haechan, making him become less available for you and making him more distant. not to mention that every time he would announce a new relationship, you would fake happiness for him, on some days you would almost let it slip that it should’ve been you. as time passes, you would sink into a battle of wanting the best for haechan and wanting to be selfish and confess your feelings to him. you would think day in and day out how it should be you that he kissed on camera or it should be you that he brags about on his new song, not some supermodel or famous actress.

though all this inner fighting with yourself leads you to a slow heartbreak and distancing yourself from your best friend. the distance was already hefty as it is, he simply wouldn’t notice you avoiding him as well. he wouldn’t need to as another girl is graced upon his arm telling him ‘i love you’ and you’re sat with heartache.

⤹ ⊹ PARK JISUNG

✶ jisung is what some would consider empathetic, he was always one to put others before his own. not really known by many on campus but the ones who do know him, they would say that he truly is one of a kind, a good soul, a pure heart, a blessing to all who meet him. though one thing jisung wished he wasn’t was an easy lover.

he wished he couldn’t catch feelings for others as easily as he does, it’s a blessing and a curse. some of his friends say he should embrace it, but that rarely helps when he feels crushed every time he shows a girl an ounce of his love. it’s the same routine time and time again; he befriends a girl, they become close, he confesses and it’s one of two options, they either reject or strangely use his crush to their own advantage. the second option only lasts till it plagues jisung’s mind that he’s just a throwaway to these girls.

though with you, he thought things would be different this time, again thought. the night you confessed to him that you liked him, you were drunk but very bubbly to express your feelings for him. it made jisung giddy inside to know that this time won’t be a mess up and that good will come out of this. he kissed you as you were expressing yourself, your smile was already cheery as it is but his kiss ignited something in you. it ignited something that led to various kisses on his face, ending with a kiss, on the lips, that felt like a lifetime, and passion that brewed between the both of you.

said passion led to many drunken and messy kisses, late night sneaks, neediness for one another’s body, something and anything to light up that passion that was created between you two.

though something felt off, more so to jisung than to you. he felt like he’s seen this before, like deja vu is warning him of something, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. he talked to his friends about it, they say that maybe it’s just fear of the past trying to scare him but they did lightly threaten you to not hurt him. he is the baby of the group, they couldn’t help it.

however, as time passes, you seem to act detached towards jisung. you haven’t called him as often as you used to, you don’t come by his dorm, you haven’t shown him affection like you used to. it was going from honeymoon avenue to heartbreak hotel and jisung didn’t even bother to figure you out.

he essentially gave up, he didn’t want to bare anymore pain from love (again), and it doesn’t help that it’s you setting that pain in his heart. thus, he sulks in that pain and just goes about life, distancing himself just as much as you detach yourself from him.

౨ৎ oh ariana grande, when i catch you….WHEN I CATCH YOU. cause why would you make we can’t be friends…..

౨ৎ there will be a part two with the rest of the dreamies :). but i hope you guys enjoy my first post !

kisses to you all and God bless you 💗

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animeyanderelover · 2 months

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Hello! I'd like to request for yandere Akane! The one with the glasses in TBHK? Gen hcs

This is the first time someone has requested for this show!

Tw: Spoilers!!, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, stalking, jealousy, threats

Yandere Aoi Akane Hc's

🕰️He fits the picture of obsession quite well because he quite literally only shows any interest when it is something that involves you. He only seems to really care when you are involved and that has led him to know you better than most others. His attention is all the time only focused on you and that has resulted in him obsessively noticing all the little things about you and I wouldn’t be surprised if he even keeps some sort of journal where he writes down all his knowledge he collects over time as well as his favorite memories of you. He pretty much adapts himself to your own interests and likes which basically means that whatever interests and appeals to you will appeal to him as well for the mere reason that you enjoy it. He is honestly such a simp around his darling as his affection drowns out his rationality and sense of reasoning.

🕰️As one of the three Clock Keepers, Akane is likely to abuse the powers he has been given. He’s able to stop time for five minutes but only three times a day on campus. Sometimes he wishes he could do it as much as he wants but he makes the best out of those few minutes by admiring you whilst frozen in time. Sometimes he even dares to hold your hands or kiss you in your paused state, although there is always this feeling of guilt and shame that follows him afterwards. He is honestly quite dedicated in following you around as much as he can because he wants to spend as much time with you as possible. Despite his obvious affection, Akane is rather protective. He knows about the Supernatural as one of the Clock Keepers and he believes that they don’t know the value of human life. Since this school holds quite a few Supernatural, he does his best to keep them away from you as much as he can.

🕰️Akane is most certainly prone to the feelings of jealousy and envy as he is acting that way the moment someone is involved who isn’t you. As hyper focused as he is on you, it is only natural that he would be quite unhappy and dissatisfied with the situation the moment someone else is involved. That doesn’t mean that Akane is as delusional to pretend that you don’t need to spend so much time with others if you have him, although a part of him wishes you would. What it leaves him with though is a bitter feeling that he holds for quite a while which makes him act quite cynical and arctic around whoever made him jealous, his eyes coldly observing them. In some extreme cases of jealousy I can even see him using his time stopping abilities to mess with the other person so that they embarrass themselves in front of you.

🕰️He knows that from a moral perspective he shouldn’t do what he does and it has to be said that he is being a hypocrite by doing so. Yet Akane uses his position as a Clock Keeper to intimidate and scare away not only other Supernatural beings in the school but also all students who he views as a threat. As a Clock Keeper ordinarily people can’t see him, he has his ability to stop time for five minutes three times a day and even as a human he is quite strong, although being a Clock Keeper has only added to his strength. Throw then in the additional fact that he’s a smart and hardworking student and you have someone who shouldn’t be provoked. Akane always has a plan for something and that includes how he deals with bullies or even those he views as rivals. Most commonly he lulls them into some isolated corner on the school campus only to use his abilities and to scare them then. He is terribly protective so I can definitely see him justifying some of his horrible behavior.

🕰️A slice of manipulation is never to be forgotten either when it comes to Akane. He wholeheartedly loves you and that has led Akane to the point where he will see himself as justified with some of the actions he takes since he has done it out of love. Once he is a Clock Keeper, he has suddenly a new burden on his shoulders which only strengthens his belief that he knows by now more about you. He definitely wants to be someone you always view as the closest person to you yet some of the tactics he uses to ensure this are just plainly wrong. His lies can hurt your feelings and the way he uses his powers to scare you on the school campus only to make himself in his human form appear more heroic and reliable is plainly wrong. Akane likes to defend himself against any guilt by thinking that he only uses such methods if you start closing yourself off from him.

🕰️In hindsight Akane seems quite two-faced and he seems to be at least partially aware of this too. Since his darling most likely has no association with anything supernatural besides the rumors in school, it isn’t likely that they will find out about Akane’s secret either. Perhaps this is for the best because Akane is sure that you would lose all trust and love in him if you would ever find out how he has abused his abilities to scare others away from you or to get closer to you. The contrast between the sappy boy with glasses and the Clock Keeper who manipulates things within your surroundings only to claim that it’s for your own protection is jarring after all. Akane tries to spend as much time with you as he can, from walking you home to helping you in school either a subject you’re not so good in.

#yandere jibaku shounen hanako kun #yandere toilet bound hanako kun #yandere tbhk #yandere akane #yandere aoi akane

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riddle-me-ri · 9 months

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I apologize if I sent this already but I honestly can’t remember, if it’s alright could we please have the scarecrows when they get jealous??? 🙏🏼🥺

A/N: no worries, you're all good you haven't sent it in yet! And I have no doubt these wee boys can be quite envious lol.

Jealousy Scenarios w/ The Scarecrows

Arkhamverse Scarecrow:

Jonathan thinks that, much like fear, he’s above jealousy.

Which is exactly why he’s not…jealous of you spending time with the Arkham Knight.

He’s mostly confused, you should be by his side…he’s the orchestrator of this whole night.

Jonathan will likely think he’s hiding his displeasures, but he actually makes it painfully obvious.

Jonathan insists…almost demands you stay with him. He finds tasks for you to do…he even begins being more physical with you.

You know you shouldn’t push it, but you enjoy the idea that he cares enough to be jealous in the first place.

And you don’t miss the soft lool on his face when he notices you staying with him more often.

Nolanverse/Murphy Scarecrow:

Jonathan didn’t want too think much of the new psychologist at Arkham Asylum.

He didn’t…at first until they began openly flirting with you.

Jonathan could barely swallow his resentment when he saw you smiling and laughing with them.

He’d grit his teeth and clench his fists.

You were far too kind and welcoming for your own good.

Jonathan makes an extra effort to be more present at Arkham.

You’re surprised to see him more often, but you’re enjoying having him with you more.

He sneaks kisses on your cheek and whispers compliments in your ear…

However, you can’t help but wonder where that new doctor went…who has been missing for almost a week now.

Batman The Animated Series Scarecrow:

Jonathan aways knew it would be a bad idea to allow you to meet his more…eccentric colleagues.

But he didn’t think it would be because they were trying to charm you off your feet.

Jonathan is silently seething in the corner, steam about to burst out of his ears.

Jervis made you giggle. Edward made you blush…

It took everything for Jonathan not to drag you away and keep you to himself again.

But he didn’t want to take any chance to upset you, so he silently seethed.

Until you come over and hug him…showing appreciation in him trusting you to meet his friends.

Jonathan instantly melts when you kiss his cheek, instantly comforting him without you knowing.

The New Batman Adventures Scarecrow:

This Scarecrow…was always weary of someone better coming your way.

You are so bright and joyous, you deserved better than him.

It was only a matter of time, until the proper partner for you came along.

He’s unsure what to do when he sees you hanging out with a co-worker.

Jonathan wants to snatch you away, make your co-worker undergo a terror they’ve never imagined…and just keep you to himself from now on.

Just before he could dig himself deeper into his envy, you show up with your bright smile and a welcoming kiss.

You love him openly, unconditionally every time…and this dissipates the gnawing jealousy in his heart.

Fear State Scarecrow:

Like other Scarecrows, this Jonathan is incredibly observant.

He’s aware of you being extra cheerful or distracted lately.

It doesn’t take long for thoughts and assumptions to come up in his mind.

Some childhood friend of yours has come back to town. Possibly some feelings being re-kindled as well.

Ironically enough, he feeds himself into his own fear of losing you to someone else.

He will come up with a plethora of excuses to get you to stay, or have you run errands to keep you busy.

Anything to keep you near him, but not hinder his plans.

It’s obvious to you what’s happening, and you can’t help but find it a tad bit amusing.

Year One Scarecrow:

Jonathan is extremely protective and defensive of you.

You’re the first bit of peace and happiness he’s found in anyone.

He sure as hell isn’t going to lose you to anyone.

Jonathan gets jealous easily, moreso than either of you like to admit.

Actively drags you away from someone else and tries to take up your time.

He’s just really used to being abandoned or abused and…he’s not sure he can go through that again with you.

But every time you reassure him, you continue to stay by his side.

Jonny grows more secure in the relationship and less jealous…eventually.

Masters of Fear Scarecrow:

Like earlier Scarecrows, he tries to ignore it.

He knows you’re faithful, he knows you love him and wouldn’t leave him…

But just so everyone knows you’re his…

Jonathan will always keep a hand on your person.

Whether it’s your hand, your shoulder, or the small of your back.

He will conveniently come up with plans so you couldn’t go out with someone he feels threatened by.

It doesn’t take long for you to notice his jealousy.

You’re quick to reassure him that he has nothing to worry about

Harley Quinn: The Animated Series Scarecrow:

Definitely tries to hide his jealousy.

But masks it….terribly.

He can’t help it…he adores you, but he knows other people like you too!

How could they not want to spend time with you?

Jonathan tries not to show his discomfort, but you can tell from how fidgety he is.

His fiddling with his hands, he’s shrugging, and is less sure of himself…more than usual.

You try to includ ehim, if you can’t, you assure him that you two will spend some quality time together.

Jonathan instantly perks right up and doesn’t learn why he got jealous in the first place…

Until he gets jealous again.

Happy Halloween Scooby-Doo Scarecrow:

Likely believes he’s too old or mature to ever get jealous.

Unlike other Scarecrows, you’re likely to try and make him jealous than do it by accident.

Just to see what he’s like…and maybe prove a point out of spite.

Not much works, since he can tell you’re trying to get a rise out of him.

When he does get jealous, it's when you least expect it.

Jonathan becomes clingy and more physical; holding you, pulling you closer to him.

His attention is now on you tenfold, but he also steals glances at whoever it was that set him off…

This is the closest you will get to seeing him jealous, and you’re absolutely enjoying it before you rub it in his face.

#ri writes #the scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane x reader #arkhamverse scarecrow x reader #nolanverse scarecrow x reader #murphy scarecrow x reader #btas scarecrow x reader #tnba scarecrow x reader #fear state scarecrow x reader #year one scarecrow x reader #masters of fear x reader #happy halloween scooby doo scarecrow x reader #hhsd scarecrow x reader #harley quinn the animated series scarecrow x reader #hqtas scarecrow x reader

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