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animeyanderelover · 1 year

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May I please request Prompts 14 and 20 for Envy? Given his/their (I don’t mean to misgender, but I don’t know what pronouns you use for Envy, so my apologies if I mess up) character, I feel like they would fit well.

I'm nearly finished with Yu Yu Hakusho!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, gaslighting, guilt-tripping, isolation, mentions of suicidal thoughts

Prompt 14 + 20

You couldn't stay in Central City anymore. It just wasn't the same anymore. Large portions of the city had been destroyed in the fight between the corrupt government and the East and Briggs forces, a lot of people's belief had been shattered when King Bradley had turned out to be a traitor. That all in itself had been shocking enough but you could have endured all those lies you had believed in this entire time. What had in the end broken you and your very core had been the death of your husband and the whispers and rumors that he had been part of the corrupt government. You had known your husband for many years, had fallen for him because of his ambition and his determination and had rejected and defended him even after his funeral in which you had bawled your eyes out.

He wasn't that sort of person! He couldn't have been that sort of person!

Yet the more you had considered it, the more scenarios had popped up in your head where you had caught him acting weird. When had he started behaving that way? Since a long while ago, you couldn't pinpoint when exactly it had happened though and your own denial was to blame for that. Discreet and distant had he become at one point, had rarely talked with you about his work anymore and there had been a few times where he had gotten mad at you when you had been too curious, had even raised his voice at you. Maybe you had been just too blinded by your own love to care to notice and dig a bit deeper, you had always listened to what he had told you only to tell yourself that everything was still fine between you two. Too delusional to notice that there had been a deep cut in your relationship.

Eventually you had sought out the one place that could give you answers to your questions and would confirm to you the truth. The work office of your husband. A place he had strictly prohibited you to enter since all of his important documents were in this room, something you weren't authorized to see. A place that had always spiked your curiosity yet at one point, as you only realized now, you had been too scared of what your husband would do if he would have ever caught you breaking his warning. Had you been scared that he would physically hurt you? Yes, now that you thought about it, you had been and that had opened your eyes even more to how toxic your marriage had become. What healthy marriage would include the fear of being hit and hurt from your spouse after all?

Your determination had shortly faltered when you stood in front of his office though, hand clenching the door knob as you became hyperaware that as soon as you would enter, there would be no turning back anymore. You would most likely find out the heart-breaking truth. Yet you had taken this step, unwilling to live a lie any longer and settle for a life with the constant fear in the pit of your stomach. You'd rather rip the bandage covering the wound away now before you could hurt yourself more.

His office had a lot of documents you couldn't properly read although you knew those were most likely circles used for Alchemy since your husband had been one. As hours passed by which you spent in his room, turning all drawers and sorted documents upside down, you had gotten the confirmation you had looked for. Letters between him and other high officers in the government, detailing the progress of the plan and the obstacles that had appeared, things your own husband had written that had deeply unnerved you as he had talked about genocide and the murder of innocent people and foreign words like Homunculus or Philosopher's Stone and other things you had never heard of before.

The biggest secret of his had been hidden in a locked drawer in his desk, one you had seen yourself forced to break open as you had been unable to find the key. A small packet, filled with weird and red stones which you had assumed to be the Philosopher's Stones mentioned in many of the letters. As you had stared at those red stones, you had finally accepted the truth deep inside your heart.

Your husband had been a traitor and had most likely taken into account that you could have lost your life too but had decided to sacrifice you for their grand plan. No pain, no stinging feeling of betrayal had rosen up inside of you though. Instead your heart had grown cold and numb from the shock all of a sudden as you took everything inside his office hinting at what a cruel man your ex-husband had been, threw it into the chimney and watched calmly how the flames licked at the stuff and erased all hints and traces of it. Only the red stones were kept as you had a feeling that they might be useful later on, not to mention that those stones seemed to hide secrets you wanted to know.

---

It was the last day for you in Central City, tomorrow at this time you would be in a cozy cottage in the countryside and start a new life. The place you had chosen was a bit more isolated as you still saw yourself unable to live under people again after the shock of being shamed by some of your friends and family members due to the reveal that your husband had been corrupted. A part of you resented them for acting that way since you had known nothing about it, the other part hated yourself for exactly that reason. You had never noticed anything as you had submitted out of fear from him and the truth. Why had you been so weak?

"Eeek! It's so ugly!"

"Be careful! It might bite you!"

You were thrown out of your deep thoughts when you heard the giggling and loud squeals from a group of children. They were crowded around something you couldn't see, laughing and making disgusted noises. Whatever it was that had caught their attention, it was rather small apparently if you had to judge from the way one of them was kneeling on the ground, a branch in his hands as he poked and pushed the thing on the ground. An animal perhaps?

You stepped cautiously closer, something about the way they talked about and treated the little being on the ground not sitting right with you. To your surprise, when they noticed you, they quickly scrambled away although you were sure you weren't all that intimidating. You blinked in confusion as you watched them for a while running away before you caught your first glance of what had captured their attention so much in the first place. It was a small, green animal, one that you couldn't identify within first and even second glance. The closest resemblance it had with animals you knew was one of a lizard although this little fella certainly looked a little bit odd. It was laying on the ground, covered in mud and dirt and to your horror you noticed that a piece of wood was still stuck in it's mouth, keeping it from breathing properly.

It barely had energy left but still started scratching and wriggling around in a weak attempt to get away when you scooped it up in your palm, fingers carefully grabbing the piece of wood as you pulled it slowly out. The short motion of tugging on it caused the little one to experience great pain apparently though as a quiet yet painful shriek escaped it, a sound that pained your heart as you saw it shaking and twisting in your palm.

"That's so cruel. Just hang on a little longer, I promise I'll help you." you whispered to the creature in an attempt to soothe it as you continued to pull out the wood, heart clenching as you saw how the animal panicked and suffered simultanously, claws digging into your skin yet it barely scratched it's surface due to it's lack of strength.

One strong and short tug to finally end it's suffering was all it needed to finally pull the wood out of it's mouth and for a very short moment you could have sworn that you saw a glimpse of red inside the little one's mouth, a color that reminded you strangely enough of the red stones you had. The creature in your hand slumped down seconds after the fragment of wood had finally been removed, you assumed it was because of exhaustion and also relief that the pain was finally gone. Splinters were still left in it's mouth and you would have to remove them later on but for now you wanted to give the little one a break after all it must have gone through.

You didn't know how long you spent there, just kneeling on the ground with this tiny animal in your hand, staring at it with all it's scratches and the dirt covering it, breathing gently and silently. When the sun slowly began to disappear though, you had made a decision in your heart. You'd take the little one with you. Not to keep it, just to nurse it and take it with you to the countryside. A city with as many people as Central City wouldn't be a good living space. Carriages, children, cats and dogs could all snuff out this little life with ease. In the countryside it would be probably be saver for this tiny thing.

With that decision in mind, you stood up and walked back to your house, cradling your hand with the animal inside your hand close to your chest.

---

"I know this must be uncomfortable for you but please, I promise that as soon as you're fit again, I'll let you go." you whispered to the jar you were holding in your arms, the train gently rattling and leaving your old life behind you. The little lizard was currently stuck in a jar, something it didn't seem to like at all and honestly, you couldn't blame it. Unfortunately it was the only object you had spontanously found that you could hold whilst still giving the little one enough space. You had drilled some holes in the lid so it could still breathe and watched with slight desperation as it tried to scratch it's way out of the jar. People had given you countless curious looks already whenever they passed you by, some had even grimaced in slight disgust when they had seen the green thing inside your jar, something that had motivated you to press the container protectively closer to your chest.

You were mainly worried about the health of the little lizard as it hadn't allowed you to remove the splinters inside it's mouth yesterday evening. The size of them was what worried you as some of them were still stuck in it's throat, causing it to make some weird noises at times. You had almost imagined that it was trying to say a word at one point but the worried and strange look you had given it had apparently caused the creature to shut up. Judging from the way it had at that moment just curled itself together and hidden it's eyes had almost awakened the impression within you that it was embarrassed about it's situation. Now it had gotten quite lively again, trying to escape the prison it was stuck in. What you had noticed though was that it seemed to be aware of the stares it got whenever someone saw it and in such moments it almost looked like it was...ashamed?

"My god. What sort of ugly pet is that?"

Your eyebrow twitched when you heard a terribly shrill voice next to you and when you turned your head around, you saw a middle-aged woman staring with wide eyes at the lizard inside your jar, a deep and disgusted frown etched into her face.

"This isn't my pet. I just found it wounded in the city and decided to nurse it back to health and free it as soon as it's fit again." you replied, your tone dripping with arctic annoyance as you dearly hoped that she would just pass you by and leave you alone. Unfortunately she didn't appear like she got your hint and just continued with a terribly obnoxious tone that hurt your ears.

"Is this some sort of really hideous lizard? It looks so weird. Maybe it's a mutation or something like that?"

She leaned a bit closer to inspect the little one inside the jar. It had stopped moving the moment she had muttered her first sentences out, freezing in it's position and the more she had spoken, the more it had started to shake. Now, with the face of the woman hovering so closely right in front of the jar, it got scared. A weird and frightened shriek escaping it's throat, causing it to choke on the splinters inside it's mouth and throat before it scrambled as far away as it could. It was slightly shaking, trying to make itself as small as possible as it wrapped it's tail protectively around itself. All whilst the woman continued gawking at it in awe and insulting it, indifferent about the obvious fright she gave the lizard by doing so. That was where your patience ended.

"Excuse you! Don't you see that you're scaring it? I don't care if you find it ugly or not but this little one here is very precious to me! I would like you to leave it and me alone!" you snapped at her angrily, turning your upper body around to hide the creature from her praying eyes.

The woman was clearly startled by your sudden outburst, stared at you in shock at first before a look of annoyance crossed her face.

"What an impolite brat." you heard her muttering out before she left you alone with her nose held high and you dearly wished for her to trip in that moment although you were glad enough that she had finally left.

You let out a frustrated sigh you had held in before turning your attention back to the little fella inside the jar. It was still shivering in the corner, face completely hidden from you.

"It's alright now, she's gone." you muttered gently, watching how the little creature dared to peek at you. It looked so scared in that moment, so weak, that you felt a strong urge to protect it until you could set it free.

"Don't worry. As long as you're under my care, I won't let anything or anyone harm you." you promised warmly and in that moment you meant those words wholeheartedly.

---

"I know this must be highly uncomfortable but if I don't remove the splinters, you might get hurt even more." you tried to calm down the wriggling and moving lizard as you tried to hold it down without hurting it. You had arrived a few hours ago in your new house and had brought all the luggage already upstairs in your bedroom. A tweezers was in your one hand and a magnifying glass was lying next to you.

As soon as you had arrived and checked your new home, you had instantly headed to the town closest to you in order to buy a terrarium for your little friend. It was one of the smaller ones but definitely more suited for it than the jar was. Admittedly, you had some of the most fun building that terrarium since a while and you didn't know why. Maybe because you hoped that the little animal would warm up a bit more to you and be a bit more comfortable inside it's temporary home.

Before you could see how it felt inside this new terrarium, you had to remove the splinters inside it's mouth though. This was highly tricky though as the lizard seemed terrified of this. It bit you whenever you got near it with your tweezers and it's teeth were quite sharp, small bloody bites visible on your fingers and hands. This strong resistence slowly pulled away your patience though as you genuinely just wanted to help it.

"Ouch!" you hissed out when it bit you yet again which caused you to finally let go of it and it took the chance instantly to dash away. It wasn't fast enough though as you just grabbed it and decided to put it inside it's terrarium for now although your slight frustration caused you to be a bit harsher with it than you would have otherwise.

"Fine. Just suit yourself then. I'm just the fool trying to help...as always." you muttered out frustrated, opening a drawer to get some patches and treat the little bite marks of the lizard. You found yourself stopping though, staring at the bites and focusing on the very mild stinging it caused you. There was nothing else to focus on, only silence was in this room besides the animal and you.

Your family hadn't even accompanied you to the train station, had they?

All of a sudden this wave of loneliness came crushing down on you and when you suddenly started to laugh bitterly, you could see the lizard from the corner of your eyes turning it's attention back to you.

"You know why I moved here, little one? Because my husband, well now ex-husband, was part of a corrupted government in the city where I found you. And I? I didn't know anything and a lot of my family members and my friends blame me for it. He never told me anything at all. Always kept his secrets. He's dead though, died in the big fight back then. And you know what? I really wish that I could have asked him if he really did love me or would have been ready to sacrifice me in order to achive this big plan of theirs. And I was stupid enough to never question him because I wanted to keep the marriage intact although I was the only one trying to fix everything. I really hate myself for having been so pathetic and at the same time I hate everyone who abandoned me too. My friends. My family. My ex-husband. I hate them all! I hate everything! They can get lost! But most of all I hate myself!"

It had escalated quicker than you could have controlled it as your emotions got the better of you. Your fist pounded the table angrily as you started shouting, fully aware that no one was here to hear you besides this little animal which hadn't stopped looking at you once since you had started talking. It stared at you as if it had understood you and something about that finally made you snap.Tears were dripping down your eyes, tears you had held back since a long while now as you openly started sobbing.

"I'm so lonely and pathetic. I mean, look at me. I'm using you as my emotional dumpster. I bet if you could talk, you'd mock me and make fun of me right now. Honestly, I deserve it for being the biggest fool ever. And you know what's even worse? Even after knowing the truth and having thrown away everything that could have reminded me of my husband, I still miss him a bit. I'm such a pitiful person, aren't I? No wonder that I was so easily fooled." you continued to sob whilst wailing in self-pity.

Something that almost seemed to make your little patient uncomfortable. It's eyes averted you as it tried to look somewhere else to shift focus yet your loud sobs made it as good as impossible. It shifted it's weight from one leg to another, appeared to be confused on how to handle this situation. Until it suddenly started scratching against the glass of the terrarium in an attempt to gain your attention and when you finally did turn your tear-stained face to it, it opened it's mouth all of a sudden.

Your emotionally overloaded brain needed a good few moments to understand what it wanted from you before a pitiful snort escaped your lips. "Am I so pathetic to look at right now that you're offering to volunteer right now to have your splinters removed?"

To your big surprise, it nodded which caught you off-guard. It understood what you were saying? Both of you just stared at each other whilst you were dumbfoundly processing what you had just seen.

"Huh." was in the end the only thing you could reply with, dazzled with this new knowledge as you pulled the animal out of the terrarium and put it back on the table, quickly wiping away your tears.

---

Months flew by quicker than you expected. Months in which you slowly moved on and slowly healed the wounds in your heart. The change of surroundings truly had been a good decision for you. You worked on a farm close by and earned enough money to live with everything you needed. You still found yourself warily around people though which was why you barely tried to form relationships with people in the city. It made you more of an outsider but you treated everyone with respect and they returned that respect so you felt fine enough.

What you hadn't expected and what you found somewhat funny now in hindsight was that a large part of your healing process had been thanks to the presence of your little friend. The animal had stayed with you. On the day you had decided that it was healed and fit to be set free, it had refused to leave the jar and when you had picked it up and tried to put it into the grass, it had clung to your sleeves with it's claws and had looked at you with such big and frightened eyes, that you had found yourself unable to leave it alone. Being abandoned by someone you trust is a terrible feeling after all. So you had made it officially your pet and had named it fondly (p/n).

By now (p/n) had gotten completely used to your presence so much to the point where you always found it anxiously moving around in it's terrarium whenever you came back from work as if horrified you'd never come back. It had also gotten very cuddly with you and hated being stuck in it's terrarium. You almost always let it roam around freely when you were home though since it never left you alone at all. Always crawling willingly into your arms as you carried it around happily. You even decided to leave the terrarium open so (p/n) could climb around freely and wouldn't have to feel completely imprisoned. It was pretty much the only source of comfort you had and the only living thing you interacted with which was why you found yourself sometimes excessively doting on the little one, something it all but soaked up with great zeal.

Despite all of that, you couldn't help but notice that (p/n) was significantly different from a normal pet. Up til this day you had been unable to identify what it really was which quickly led you to believe that you might have found an unknown animal and assuming that, it's unusual behavior would make sense. It never ate or drank anything and you had never seen it sleeping either. Initially this had worried you greatly which was why you had decided back than that you would take it to a doctor but (p/n) had refused and it had escalated to the rare few times where it had bitten you which it only did when it was really unhappy and angry about something. After a while you had realized that it could live completely fine without any source of nutrition and water though which had releaved you as much as it had fascinated you.

It understood you, by now you were completely sure about that. Whenever you began talking about your husband or even showed it photos, it became clearly uneasy and wriggled around, sometimes even bit you as if wanting you to stop talking. One time you had briefly mentioned that one of your co-workers in the farm was rather attractive whilst tickling it's stomach. In an instant it had bitten down on your index finger, all enjoyment and peace gone as it refused to let go for a while until you had promised to never mention them again. It was jealousy, you were sure of it. It was hard and quite strange to think about it but (p/n) seemed to be jealous whenever you were talking about somebody else.

Then there were moments where you had caught it staring at you with a weird look in it's eyes, mouth opening as if it wanted to say something before turning around. It had mood swings of some sort. Most of the time it bathed in all the adoration you showered it with as it was your only real friend. Sometimes...sometimes though you caught it hiding from you, refusing to be touched or looking up at you with tears in it's eyes. Yes, tears. Your pet wasn able to shed tears, something that had greatly startled you the first time it had happened. On that particular day your little one had looked rather sad and depressed, had refused to come out until you had begged it a good lot to do so. You had just doted on it, had petted it gently until you had felt the wetness on your skin and had noticed with great shock and surprise the tears rolling down it's face. It had covered it's face, had turned away from you and had tried to scramble away which had led you to putting it back down in it's terrarium where it had hidden itself away. Something about the way it had looked at you had told you what it had thought in that moment.

"Don't look at me. Please don't look at me."

---

Arguably the strangest reaction you had gotten out of it, nearly a year after you had found it, was when you told it about all the tings you had found in the work office of your ex-husband. All the letters, the documents and the Red Stones. This had triggered something inside of (p/n) as it had started moving around frantically, had stared at you with wide eyes and had crawled up your shirt, claws digging into the flesh of your cheeks as it had started tugging. You had at that time already enough experience with all the signals it gave you through it's actions and this one had surprised you the most. It wanted you to show it the Red Stones.

You had hesitated for a few seconds as you had found it strange in that moment. It seemed like (p/n) knew something about those stones, something that you didn't know. In the end your curiosity had won you over although you had put your little friend back inside it's terrarium despite their clear displeasure and had gone upstairs to retrieve the box in which you had kept the Red Stones. When you had shown it those stones, they had completely flipped out, had thrown themselves against the glass and had tried to climb up the terrarium. Desperate to get to those Red Stones, something that unsettled you a bit which was why you had instantly put them back into the drawer inside your bedroom even if you knew that (p/n) was clearly unpleased with it and left shortly after to work.

---

When you came home later that evening, you nearly had a heart attack when you didn't find (p/n) in it's terrarium, you nearly had a meltdown as the little one was your only real friend you had right now. It must have climbed all the way up as you noticed the scratch marks in the glass and for a while you were at a totl loss, feeling your breath hitching up as you felt panic flodding your brain. Until you suddenly heard a thud from upstairs and the sudden memory of this morning popped up inside your brain. No, it wouldn't have.

You stormed up the stairs and ripped open the door to your bedroom only to find your little friend trying to climb up the drawer from which it must have fallen down previously. When you threw the door open though, it stopped like a dear caught in headlights.

"What are you doing?" you exclaimed in shock as you stormed over to it and picked it up, searching for any injuries whilst it tried wo wriggle free, eyes focused on the drawer where the box was. If this didn't scream suspicious, then you didn't know what would.

You grabbed it's little head in between your thumb and index finger and pulled it so it faced you as you stared at (p/n) with an analyzing look. "You know something about those stones inside my drawer, don't you?"

It's eyes were looking directly into you and for the first time you could see clearly the desperation swimming around inside of them now that it couldn't avoid your gaze. Your eyes narrowed as a frown appeared on your face and something, an idea, flashed in front of your eyes.

"You know, I've always considered you to be not a normal animal. You...you show too much emotions for that. However, I've never considered to think about that you might be something entirely else. I found you in Central City a few weeks after the corrupted government had fallen, a creature I still haven't figured completely out until this day. What exactly are you?" you interrogated your pet as you opened the drawer and pulled out the box with your free hand.

"If I...if I give you those stones, will I find out?"

You knew this answer already, you would. Why else would it act so desperate right now? But what would it do after receiving those stones? Would it leave you? You didn't want that. You didn't want to be left alone. Subconsciously you already had put the box back inside the drawer.

"please..."

One single word that froze you and had you looking at the little creature inside your hand that had just uttered this word. It was less the fact that it had just spoken, somehow you had always suspected that it could speak. It was the utter distraught inside this one word that halted your actions as you gazed over your little friend. Delicate and fragile inside your hand, you could easily squeeze it to death. It wasn't the physical state of weakness right now, it was the mental state of weakness that caught you so off-guard.

You had nursed this little one back to health back when you had found it all alone and helpless, had taken care of it and doted on it and in return it had stayed with you and cured your loneliness. Was it selfish of you to think right now that you'd rather keep it than potentially lose it by exposing it to those Red Stones? Yes, it was. You were selfish because you didn't want to be lonely again. Yet you couldn't ignore the clear pain in it's voice, the very first time you had heard them speaking at all.

You sat it down on your bed and took the box out again, something that made them straighten up and look at you with eager eyes. For a second you stared down at the box and then at them before you opened it and dumped the few Red Stones inside of it on your bed too. Then you just waited, waited for whatever would happen now. You didn't know what would happen but the motion of the little one suddenly devouring the Red Stones startled you but not nearly as much as the sudden transformation it went through.

You stumbled startled back, landing on your arse as the little lizard grew into something entirely else. It's body grew and transformed into one of a human with long, whispy and green hair, a black crop top and a skort. You were too stunned to let out any gasp or scream as they sat on your bed. Their hands wandered up and down their own body, looking at their limbs as if not believing that this was real before a delighted laugh started spilling out of them, one that sounded a bit too malicious to make you feel happy as they rolled around in your bed.

"My body! I have my body back!" they exclaimed excitedly before sitting back up again, purple eyes turning to you who was still seated on the ground, staring at them in shock. Your brain was attempting it's best to exclaim whatever it had just witnessed as you just continued to stare dumbfounded at them until suddenly a word appeared inside your brain. A word that you had read inside quite a few letters of your husband.

"Are-are you a Homunculus?" you stuttered out dazzled. A grin appeared on their face when you asked that question.

"You know that from the letters from that stupid ex-husband of yours, don't you? Yes, you're right. I'm Envy."

"En...vy..." you said slowly, their name sounding unusual for you since you had always called them (p/n) as you managed to stand up from the ground. Technically you should have run in that moment, every sane person would have probably done that. Yet you were captivated with the Homunculus which had been your pet all along, stepped curiously closer to observe Envy who clearly enjoyed all the attention you gave them.

"Fascinating. Eating those Red Stones helped you return to this form." you concluded whilst standing very close to them, observing their headband with the symbol on it. A part of you was quite surprised with how calmly you were handling this but this was partly because you had never been able to fully grasp the situation back in Central City so having a Homunculus sat right in front of you was very thrilling in a way even if you were aware that they could be quite dangerous now that they were tall enough to fight you and most likely very strong too.

"What do I do with you now though?" you muttered as doubts suddenly filled your mind and you stepped back. This wasn't a small animal anymore that you could keep inside a terrarium, this was a person. And even if you assumed that they still wouldn't require food or drinks like you would, this was still different. You hadn't lived together with a person since your husband had died.

"What do you mean? I've lived with you this entire time. Admittedly, I was weak in my other form, but you had no problems living with me then." they replied as a scowl appeared on their face and you felt one of their hands grabbing you and pulling you back.

"I know but this is a bit different. Back then I thought of you as a pet and a friend. Now you're a person though and...and I haven't lived together with someone since my husband passed away so I feel a little strange even though you are technically still (p/n)." you replied, flustered with the sudden closeness all of a sudden now that Envy had made a move.

"Are you still thinking about that dead corpse of a husband of yours?"

This was new. This was a bit scary as you suddenly whimpered when Envy's grip around you tightened to the point it hurt and you saw an ugly emotion flashing inside their eyes as they stood up and you became aware of how tall they were now.

Are you kidding me?! You still think of him even after an entire year?! Weren't you the one who told me that you hated that piece of shit?!"

You full on flinched when they started shouting at you and for a moment you wondered why they was acting like this all of a sudden. Then it occured to you that now that Envy had his original strength regained and wasn't bound by their weak body anymore, they would obviouly express themselves differently than inside their lizard body. You couldn't get away though even if your body wanted as their grip only tightened with their second arm trapping you successfully close to them.

"Who was the one who gave you comfort these last few months whenever you started crying? Who listened to your rambles whenever you came back from hours from work? Who didn't abandon you? Your family? Your friends? That dead shithead of an ex-husband of yours? No, they all left you, (y/n). Every person in your life left you. I didn't. I stayed with you. I gave you comfort. I was willing to put up with you even if you were all ugly crying. And now that I have my body back, now that I can actually do something, you reject me?!"

It hurt. They hurt you but you were too scared right now as they were all but seething at you right now.

"You were fine staying at home for your husband despite his lies and cold treatment, didn't you? Maybe you just want your asshole of a husband that badly, hmm? I can help with that."

You felt their body changing again and looked up confused. Confusion was soon replaced with horror when you looked right into the face of your ex-husband although the wide and sadistic grin gave it away that this was still Envy. You began to heavily shake as the wall you had built to protect your own emotions threatened to break down as you looked at the man you used to love and believe in.

"Envy...stop. Please stop." you whimpered silently as you tried to push away, to put as much distance between you and your past standing in front of you.

"Why should I? Isn't this what you wanted? Your beloved husband who you always so obediently and willingly gave all your love and affection? Do you still love him, (y/n)?"

You couldn't answer anymore, your chest hurting as your heart threatened to burst out of your chest from sheer horror. Your silence only fueled the raging jealousy inside of Envy though.

"What did he do that I couldn't do right now? You don't love him, (y/n)! Don't be pathetic! You had no problems doting on me and letting me stay with you when I was a little, weak thing! You loved me then, didn't you?! You wanted me to stay with you then! So why now? From all people in your life, I should deserve you the most, you hear me?! ME!"

They had shifted back by now, disgusted with your husband and having to look like him. It had allowed you to regain some of your composure although now that you could look a little bit clearer at Envy, something inside of you clicked. You saw yourself in them right now. Hurt, confused and lonely but unwilling to show that and hiding it behind an angry and raging mask. You had done it too when you had faced your family in order to hide your pain and spite on them. You had even done it on your first day here.

Now that you were thinking about it, you came to realize that Envy had suffered probably a lot too. Stuck inside a weak, little body where everyone could push them around with no hope of ever turning back. How must they have felt? Watching you every day stuck inside their terrarium, having you look at them as nothing more than a pet, loving you?

"I'm so sorry. You must have suffered a lot."

Those words stopped their angry shouting as they stared at you with shock, a hidden look of something very vulnerable lingering behind those purple eyes.

"What are you trying to pull-"

Having your arms thrown around them wasn't what they had expected and they were for a short moment to shocked as the previous anger stopped.

"I'm so sorry. I never considered your feelings even if you've always shown me your suffering. If I would have known sooner, I would have helped you so much earlier. It's alright now."

Envy had completely stiffened at first inside your arms but you slowly felt how they broke apart. Their body started trembling, their breath became erratic and arms pressed you even closer to them as you saw it again.

Tears.

"Don't reject me now after all you've done for me! It wouldn't be fair! Not after you took care of me and shown me so much care and love! I had nothing left back when you found me, (y/n). I thought there were no Philosopher Stones left anymore, I considered suicide back than rather than living inside such a pathetic body and being imprisoned by them. You made life tolerable again for me, even if it would have meant being stuck in this body as your pet and unable to do more. As long as I had your attention on only me...If you leave me, I'll die!"

You tried your best to wipe away their tears, staining your sleeves in the process but not minding one bit. They should let it all out now that they could express themselves better again.

"I won't leave you, I promise. I'm sorry for making it sound like I wouldn't want you anymore now that you have your body back. You'll stay with me obviously, I'll figure something out. We have to work on your jealousy though, otherwise I think I'll have some problems. You should go back to biting my fingers."

You heard them snorting half-amused at your attempt to lighten up the atmosphere as they slapped your hands gently away, wiping the few tears that still dripped down away on their own although now they appeared calmer.

“You think I’m jealous? Believe me, you haven’t seen me jealous yet.”

#yandere fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood #yandere fullmetal alchemist #yandere fma #yandere fma: brotherhood #yandere envy

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imvriix · 2 years

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𝔢𝔫𝔳𝔶 .

summary ;; — his jealousy had no restrictions, and all your worries and miseries about the people going missing for your sake disappeared each time he would smother you in his affection.

featuring + contains ;; — the sin envy as a person. yandere x gn! reader. obsession, jealousy, psychological torture, physical torture, etc.

a/n ;; — THIS IS SO OLD. i literally found this in my notes from AGES ago, so if you notice that the writing is way worse than how my writing usually is, thats why.

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it hurt.

everyone was leaving, one by one, and not even by your or their choice. every time an innocent person was starting to grow a bond with you, they vanished, no trace being left.

their face covering the news, missing signs stuck onto every lamppost on each corner you took, for that person to simply never be found. you felt guilt whenever you were met with pictures of them, with their family and friends in mourning, a piece of you believing that you were the criminal behind their disappearance, that if you hadnt been so desperate for someone to be close to you, they would be living their normal lives.

after a while of this cycle going on and you realising this repeat, you became wary of the people you began to become close with. at times, they even noticed your distance and sudden lack of comfortability, demanding to know what was wrong out of pure worry. there were moments when you would crack, telling then you were afraid they'd get hurt.

many of them were confused, unsure of what you meant by your worry for their wellbeing, yet they held you close to them all the same and assured you you didnt have to worry about a thing, because theyd always be there for you.

they were such liars.

and for a moment, youd forget your worries as well, allowing them to embrace you.

it was a mistake.

they disappeared off of the face of the earth. It was a curse you thought you simply had to bare, something tied to you by fate that had to be some sort of exchange for something you may have done in your past life, it was the only explanation for leading everyone to simply acknowledge your existence into nothing. whether they were killed, kidnapped, or anything else, they were just gone.

it was the only explanation.

but his jealousy was something nothing could outweigh, but he had hidden it from you, making you believe that it was just a curse, making you fear that one day he would be next.

but his envy was what lead to their downfall.

his sweet words would calm you into a deep sleep, his warm arms making you forget all of your miseries, his loving eyes melting your heart, making you feel as if it was just you and him, you and him against the world.

you sobbed against his chest in the rain, his arms snaking around your waist as you wet his shirt with your pearly tears, listening to his steady heartbeat. he'd wipe your tears with his thumb, give you his angelic smile, one that he had reserved for you and you only as his eyes held sympathy and adoration.

but you failed to notice the hard and cold look that hid behind his facade.

and only now, when he had revealed his true intentions and mind, had you been able to see his unremorseful and empty stare whenever you were to be seen with anyone other than him. the guilt weighed you down, the guilt of being tied to someone who would go to terrible lengths to keep you by him and no one else.

the guilt of knowing where those innocent people had went.

you couldn't decide.

with you, he was undoubtedly loving and mindful, he payed close attention to your likes and dislikes, he did whatever would make you comfortable and spoilt you tremendously, getting you whatever you liked before you could even state what you wanted.

but his jealousy overrides his love. his mask was unable to crack, using his manipulation tactics to hide his feelings, but he'd grow green of envy when even thinking of anyone swooping in and stealing what he held so precious to him, you. you truly thought you had been blessed before you had to learn of his obsession. he was perfect, he was everything you could've ever wanted and more.

you woke up in his arms, your face in the crook of his neck and arms pressed up against his chest, your legs tangled against the others. each time you'd wake up before him, you'd just stay in bed to admire him. he looked so at peace, his breathing pace steady and in rhythm as the warm sunlight would gently shine onto him, making his hair look golden. more often than not, he'd catch you staring, his eyes opening slowly and meeting yours to smirk knowingly as you flushed from being caught. the sunrays making his emerald eyes glint in its light as he tiredly pulled you closer to him, resting his chin on your head as he closed his eyes with a content and soft smile, his fingers getting tangled in your locks as he gently played with your hair.

but this was the same man who would go to great lengths to isolate you from the world. to him, the whole world was just like a game of chess, for him to toy with and anyone who goes against him deserves to be eliminated, seeing no one worthy of even a glance except for you.

you witnessed the death he had caused, at times hiring hitmen to kill those he wanted dead, but even then, those people were fortunate compared to those he had killed himself, suffering a quick and instant death where all traces of the bloody scene were removed, not a spot of blood within the miles of the crime.

but the people who had royally pissed him off suffered much worse.

the psychological acts of pain started the second he had decided enough was enough, that they didn't even deserve to breathe the same air as you, and that he deserved you more than the bastard ever could.

he used his power and background to him ultimate advantage, starting by getting them fired from their jobs, ruining their relationships with family, leading them into poverty, leaving behind gruesome "gifts" of their "disappeared" pets or family, etc.

bringing them to the brink of insanity.

to him, it was well deserved for having the nerve to simply look at you. but that was where things got worse.

the physical torture had began, he would light parts of their body on fire whilst watching them scream and beg for so much a simmer of mercy, yet finding none. he'd cut off their fingers for every day they were tortured there, and once their fingers had been finished with, he'd throw knives at them from distances, playing a cruel game of darts.

each person died using their last moments to curse him.

but how could such a man be the same as the one you would wake up to each morning? It just didn't make sense. how could someone be so angelic, yet so demonic? So dignified, yet so envious?

but with each kiss, every comforting word, every adoring look, just couldn't hold you back from seeking his warmth and love.

and he gave you them too, he would give you everything if you so much stated it, without a doubt, he would sacrifice his all just for you and him to be bound together, forever.

you stepped into the ballroom, the heat of the vermillion torches of fire scraping against the bodies of the bloodied corpses littering the room as he stood in the centre.

your golden jewellery glimmered from the light that the fire emitted, you walked down the black marble staircase, you and him walking towards eachother as he takes your hand in his, your other hand settling on his shoulder as your steps perfectly match in rhythm with one another's, your lips meeting, taking in eachothers taste.

you were caught in his trap, but what did that mean if you didn't want to leave?

after all, the danse macabre was perfectly fitting.

the dance of death.

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#yandere x reader #envy x reader #envy sin #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x gender neutral reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere envy #x reader #reader insert #yandere #yandere boy #yandere boy x reader #male yandere

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nerdy-talks · 1 year

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I am in love with this new artwork for the new upcoming game.

Angry Lucifer, Satan, and Beel do something to me.

And how about Asmo doing the Yuno Gasai pose?

Not to mention their cute little fangs.

I approve of it all ¬‿¬

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snoopledrooplecheesedoodle · 14 days

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Reincarnated! 7 Deadly Sins X Archdemon! Reader Intro and Headcanons

Hi hi! Part two of Love Bugs is on the way but I thought I would right down something just to keep engagement up. BTWs this might become a whole story if enough people request it. You can also ask for the individual characters in requests! Any gender for reader is fine (I'm nonbinary so I feel most comfortable writing gender neutral characters, however request male/female reader if you want) Also guess what their powers might be.

You were an archdemon, a powerful one. During the battle with heaven, you proved your metal and earned your spot as one of the King of Hell's personal guards. You had plenty of muscle and scars to show your dedication to your King, which is why you were confused with his request.

"Puh-lease!" His Highness begged you causing you to roll your eyes. In all your thousands of years of serving your king, he only seems to be this childish around you. It was almost a pitiful sight to see your mighty king reduced to this. "Your highness, please stand up. Groveling will only embarrass us both." You deadpanned towards your master. "Oh, come now (Y/N) no one ever dares intrude on our personal meetings. I wouldn't want anyone else to see what is only for you." You wanted to gag at the semi-flirtatious tone your boss took with you. It almost made you regret betraying God to assist the one you admired so much before.

Almost...

Your King had called you in for an important meeting which almost made you roll your eyes since most of his "important meetings" were just an excuse to stop your training and spend "quality time" together. You were surprised you weren't an alcoholic yet because every time you were done talking to the king you wanted to forget the syrupy sweet smiles and pet names, he cooed in your direction.

However, this time the important meeting was truly important, as your lord had a vision of the future. On this very day, the stars will align and the Seven mightiest warriors in Hell's army will be reborn as mortals with no recollection of their past lives as demons. Your lord thought it would best to have someone remind them of their past and train them to be their full potential, and he requested you to do it.

As much as you and every other little demon admired the great seven one of whom was the very first ruler of Hell Lucifer himself, you did not want to become a glorified babysitter. You were a warrior, General of Hell's army and right-hand man of King Balam. It was your job to oversee the safety of Hell and fight off any angel brave enough to attempt another "cleansing". However, his majesty was insistent that the mentor had to be you.

"(N/n) please you are Hell's finest and one of the greatest soldiers who ever spawned, only you can handle the massive power of the Seven and teach these little mortals their true potential." Buttering you up typical his majesty. He always gushed about you and your awesome power of sealing holy and demonic powers with your chains. It was very useful in and out of battle.

"I'm busy with protecting you and recruiting and training my soldiers. Find some retired demon to do it for me." You dismissed his plea entirely. That seemed to shut the crying and begging off. Your King got up and brushed off his royal garb "Very well then you leave me no choice." He wouldn't.

Your King grasped your hand, and you were taken to a strange place. It looked like Hell but it didn't feel like Hell. Thousands of figures in white loomed above as millions of screams were heard. Human and demon kind both burned in white flames as the apathetic stares of the holy gazed uninterested at the whole scene.

Like you were nothing...

What made things worse was you saw your dear friend and King barely holding on to life as the tallest and strongest looking angel held a sword to his throat. Michael.

"So, you do care about me!" Your King's voice anchored you back into reality. your face felt oddly wet. Tears, that hadn't happened since you fell. "My liege what vision did you share with me." His majesty chuckled and lifted your face to look up at him and cupped your cheeks.

"I tell you to call me Balam silly, we've been friends for almost a millennia." You shook your head he never changes. "That was what happens if the seven don't reach their full potential. You see Heaven is growing restless as they realize that the Great Virtues are coming back as well." Not the great virtues. You fought only one of them and it almost cost you your life. In fact, the only ones strong enough to defeat the Virtues were the Sins.

"Balam..." You paused searching for the right words.

"Yes, my dear knight." Balam sighed fondly as he stared at you with so much adoration.

"I accept."

The Sins:

Pride: Nalani

Full Name: Nalani Ai’la’ausd

Pronouns: She/they

Nalani Ai’la’ausd was the youngest and only girl of her family. As such she spent most of her time being raised by and cared for by her older brothers and family members. Her Hawaiian heritage meant her entire community was family and were treated as such. Her last name shows her family's rebellion towards the colonization of Hawaii and Christianity. She ended up moving away from Hawaii because of the overtourism and being sick and tired of her family being treated as servants. She is attending university and studying Political Science in hopes of going back to her home and creating policy to stop the overtourism.

When Nalani first started experiencing her powers she was frightened. I mean who wouldn't be a little scared if they started glowing and were able to control fire. However, she tried to remain calm and brave in the face of a storm and even contacted her elders for advice. Or she would have if you hadn't come out of the floor.

"Greetings mortal, I am (Y/N), General of Hell's army sword of the King of Hell. You are the reincarnation of Pride and most powerful of the Sins... can you stop glowing it's hurt my eyes."

"I don't know how to?"

"Dear Satan."

Yandere Types: Harmless, Protective, Manipulative, Possessive, Self-Aware

Nalani at first would be a Harmless yandere as she is not fully taken on her duty as a sin. She feels admiration in a platonic sense for all you've taught her. However, her feelings change as time goes on. It might be because you encourage her to be more confident in her abilities or don't ridicule her dreams. A crush soon blossoms from the admiration. Nalani notices you also interact with her teammates on a daily basis for training.

She doesn't like it...

She's the reincarnation of Lucifer who fell in some myths due to feeling jealous that God favored another over him. She knows what she's doing is wrong, but she can't help it. You make her feel so good and she simply wants to monopolize on that feeling. She's got a silver tongue which allows her to manipulate others to do small things like give you two alone time, or form alliances with the others. Again, nothing that will hurt those close to her and you, but enough to get her fill.

She's Pride the sin above all sins, it make sense for you to choose her.

You have no choice

Fun facts:

Loves Poke and any dish with fresh fish. Would love to take you to sushi bars in the city.

Proficient Surfer- wants to teach you (excuse for some alone time)

Has a fear of crabs

Scrunches her nose when she's happy.

Muscular woman with tattoos (important part of culture)

Works in a tattoo parlor when not attending classes.

Greed: Avaris

Full Name: Avaris Buhl

Pronouns: They/them

Avaris Buhl is the definition of poor, they live in a trailer with their parents and five other siblings. They are used to sharing everything with their family and take it in stride. Bathroom, living space, soap, and other items. Avaris was not very popular and often bullied for being poor. What a terrible thing to do, make fun of someone for being born into an unideal situation. Their only refuge during this turmoil was art. Drawing, painting, sculpting, Avaris tried it all. They personally liked sculpting the best. They were immediately kicked out at eighteen for applying for art school and coming out as nonbinary. Now they live in a crappy apartment and work part time as a barista and doing commissions online.

When Avaris found out that they had powers they were thinking about something that was always the forefront of their mind. Rent was due tomorrow, and that bastard of a landlord was raising rent once again. Turns out Karens don't like when you take breaks as Avaris was harassed about a drink that they didn't even make. One thing led to another and Avaris ended up turning the Karen into a gold statue by accident. While fleeing in fear a large figure appeared from a rift in the ground.

"Greetings mortal, I have come here in search of the reincarnation of Greed. I sense a powerful aura in front of me so I'm guessing it's you."

Avaris promptly fainted.

Yandere Types: Clingy, Obsessive, Self-Sacrificial, Possessive, Stalker

Avaris isn't one to let their yandere tendencies show. At first, they were just grateful that someone was there to help them. Having company also wasn't too bad as Avaris isn't the most social person.

As time goes on Avaris notices all your little quirks and starts to admire each one. Do you swing your legs when you sit? Noted. Have a unique laugh? Noted. Do you have feelings for someone? Better fix that.

Avaris is a little (very obsessed) with your every move and action seeing you as their muse. Many of their latest art pieces and sculptures look a little too familiar (many of them smashed to bits for not fully incapsulating you). Incorporating precious stones and gold they summoned to enhance your natural beauty.

Avaris is used to being ignored which never was a blessing until now, in the busy streets of the city Avaris follows you as you explore the human realm. Careful not to get close enough that your demonic senses kick in but enough to keep track of you. They don't like how close the others and some randoms are to your immortal glory. It should be them and only them.

You are encouraging them to be more greedy.

Well they are greedy for you

Fun Facts:

Even though Avaris is an artist they also know how to code (taking a few lessons online)

Loves pudding

Has very long and nimble fingers which make sculpting clay very easy.

Has a short wolf cut that is shaved on the sides, its color changing based on what they want

Extremely near sighted

Average body type and very pasty (twig arms)

Envy: Cain

Full Name: Cain Alvarado

Pronouns: He/they FTM

You know that one kid who has a reputation for being "troubled" that's Cain Model. His parents divorced when he was five, with his mom taking his older and younger sibling, leaving him with his dad. His dad wasn't terrible, but he wasn't great either. Working on a construction site all day left Cain to become self-sufficient very quick. It was learn or starve. He still resents his mom for taking his siblings away and never coming back to check on him or even let him see his siblings. He was bullied in school for being the only openly trans kid and was called some really nasty names. They never got in trouble, only he did when he broke some stupid boy's nose for groping him inappropriately. Left at sixteen to stay with a cousin and finish school. He currently lives with the same cousin and is job searching.

This was it; he was going to die. Cain ran into some very angry gang members of an old rival gang; they recognized him immediately and intended to beat him to death. He wasn't even in the gang that long and they still recognized him.

"You should've known better than to insult us like that maricón!" One of the guys said his comment, causing his buddies to laugh. "I didn't do shit hijueputa." Cain doubled over again as another foot made contact with his stomach. "Shut up bitch, we do what we want." God damn it, someone deity must love to see him suffer. Cain dug his hands into the gravel. If I find that bastard, I'll fuck them up.

Suddenly a fire hydrant exploded, and a wave of water sent the men right into the side of a wall. The water formed a protective dome around Cain. The men ran off talking about "bruja" or whatever. What was happening? Cain opened his eyes to see an imposing demon with their back turned. "I didn't need your help." Cain spoke up to the figure, who turned around with mild fascination. "Clearly not. Are you going to get off the ground?"

"Fuck you."

Yandere Types: Tsundere-Yandere, Overprotective, Impulsive, Jealous, Clingy, Self-Indulgent

Your relationship at first was rocky at best and for good reason. Cain has serious trust issues, and you were tired of having to justify everything you do. A lot of curse words in English, Spanish, and Demonic were thrown at each other. He only stayed to figure out what was going on and because you are strong. However, you kept helping him and not pitying him like everyone else.

He would rather die than admit to himself and others that you've gained a soft spot in his heart. He's never had anyone to depend on so he can't trust that you won't be like everyone else too. Yet at the same time he won't allow you to spend too much time without him tagging along and complaining about how he hates spending time with you (liar). He sees anyone flirting with you and he will cuss them out, same with anyone flirting with him. Would melt internally if you help him volunteer at the animal shelter.

He is a very emotionally driven person and when he becomes jealous, he does many things to stop that feeling making him impulsive. Leading to him being capable of hurting and killing others and you. One of the most dangerous due to his unpredictable behavior. Believes that he should indulge in his obsession with you and will force you along if it means that he is happy.

Don't look to the others for a way out

He might get jealous

Fun Facts:

Volunteers at the animal shelter regularly

Loves sour candy

Low spice tolerance

Great at domestic tasks

Loves visiting the koi pond in the park

Has many piercings

Insecure about his big chest (well-endowed and too broke for top surgery)

Has a cat named Chorizo (rescue with burn scars)

Stocky figure (chubby yet strong)

Maricón= a slur used against gay men in particular. Cain isn't fully gay per se (all of these characters are pretty fruity), but these assholes don't know the difference between gay and trans.

hijueputa= means motherfucker

Wrath: Kali

Full Name: Kali Ramanathan

Pronouns: She/her

Kali comes from a conservative Indian family. Her family longed for a son but instead they ended up with a daughter. They fell into grief when her mother could not have any more children. She became the stain of the family simply for being born the wrong way. Instead of being light skinned and petite, Kali was darked skinned and very tall, towering over her own father. She was dubbed by the rest of the family as "Mannish Girl". Instead of being ashamed of it she wore it like a badge of honor, she would never make her parents proud so why try? Her parents were furious of her love of sports and her average to low grades (despite being very smart). No one would want to marry such a defective woman. Then she confessed to liking girls more than boys, which was the final straw. She was given an ultimatum: Marry a nice Indian boy a seventeen or get the hell out of our family in shame. Much like the vengeful goddess she was named after she stormed away without a second thought. An old girlfriend's parents let her stay with them until college when she left to prove her parents wrong and become a doctor.

Kali had always swallowed her pride; it was best not to argue. She had taken sixteen years of emotional abuse without once complaining. Being compared to cousins, called stupid, called mannish, called the shame of the family. She dealt with a shitty landlord, many rejections to colleges, and working her ass off in undergrad all with fierce determination. Yet her molecular chemistry teacher was what made her snap.

"Honestly I don't understand why you're still in my class you're not very smart and you're wasting a spot that a man could fill." She had lost control and punched him but a single punch that was supposed to just bruise his jaw and ego, shattered all his bones and snapped a few tendons.

This isn't good. Her chauvinist professor had passed out due to the pain and Kali was left panicking. Why did she have to snap now when she was so close to graduating? "Need help cleaning up?" Kali snapped around to see a janitor, except it was a very muscular and handsome janitor with a regal aura and... horns? "I just need to get this man to a hospital." "No need." the person spoke and waved their hand over the broken body a black aura surrounding the body. Kali anticipated something but nothing happened. "I healed him and in exchange for my silence on this matter I want you to come with me."

What had she gotten herself into?

Yandere Type: Harmless, Sadistic, Isolating, Manipulative, Possessive, Protective, Worshiper, Delusional

At first Kali thought you were the shadiest being on the planet. Who else goes out of their way to pluck young people from their lives to train them for...? The end of the world? Were you high? Clearly not as you had some of the best fighting, she'd ever seen. Please teach her!

However, you were one of the first to not belittle her for simply being a woman with her interests. You would listen as she rambled about anything that caught her interest. You also introduced her to boxing (something about channeling her wrath powers). You were her calm her source of peace and she would do anything to keep it that way.

She is never sadistic towards you; she would rather hurt herself then hurt you (physically at least). Others including the other sins are on the table. Got a little too rough during training? She was just really into it. Knocked the tooth out of that girl at her boxing gym? She was asking for it thinking she could flirt with you (she was just smiling at you out of politeness but okay)!

Kali is smart and knows she can't have you all to herself all the time (yet), especially with the other sins. Non sin people however... are fair game. She'll manipulate every situation to make sure others stay the hell away from you and that you come to her instead. She'll also do everything to earn your trust and lure you into feeling more secure around her (good luck with that). She will treat you with great reverence and be your champion.

She would let the world burn

If you'd be there by her side

Fun Facts:

Her poorer grades in grade school were due to undiagnosed ADHD.

Loves jewelry (specifically necklaces)

Got into boxing and working out to release anger (thanks to you)

Damn good at basketball

Is a yoga instructor at a local gym

Loves spicy food

Thinks spiders are cool

Dresses in the goth aesthetic

Knows a frightening amount about the human body (will ask you for books on demon anatomy as well)

Tall and lean (from sports) medium long dark hair that is very soft (has a tiny girl stache), slightly bushy brows

Lust: Désirée

Full Name: Désirée Beaufort

Pronouns: He/him

Désirée Beaufort is a child born of an affair, specifically his father and a maid that worked for him. His father only raised him out of a sense of obligation (not wanting to pay child support). His father's wife hated him and would do everything in her power to remind him that he was a mistake. Has two other half-sisters (that we know of) who were legitimate and hate his guts. Hated the fact that he was prettier than them and would do terrible things to him (chop his beautiful locks and cut his porcelain skin). It didn't help that the other people he met all objectified him, some even trying to assault him. His father's wife did nothing but watch on as these disgusting individuals would touch him where he didn't want to be touched. Luckily, they never went further but it made Désirée terrified of the idea of sex. He asked his father to let him live on his own (to escape the abuse), who agreed just to get rid of him. Currently, living in the wealthier part of the city off the allowance his father gives him.

Désirée noticed how easy it was to get what he wanted. Of course, he always had pretty privilege but now everyone had a foggy look in their eyes when they talked to him. His landlord allowed him to stop paying rent, his coffee was always free, and people would do anything he said. He didn't understand why everyone would act so strange around him, but he just got used to it. That was until a bunch of crazed admirers chased Désirée with obsessive intent. It frightened him so terribly to see their lovesick expressions.

Why won't they go away?

A heavy weight pressed on his arm and he was yanked into an alley as the admirers continued running past him. Désirée looked up in fear of what the person behind him might do. "Are you okay?" "Huh?" Désirée tilted his head to the side, no one had ever asked him that before. "Those people looked like they wished to murder you so I want to know if they hurt you." This person cared? Désirée pulled away from the strong persons grasp and stared at them. Before him stood a terrifying beast with a commanding aura.

"Do you love me?"

"Why would I? I just met you."

"Oh thank the stars!"

Yandere Types: Worshiper, Obsessive, Clingy, Manipulative, Self- Sacrifice, Harmless(?), Desperate, Delusional

Désirée was grateful to find someone who didn't throw themselves at him. He could have a conversation with someone as an equal rather than an object and he was overjoyed. You were equally strict on everyone you trained equally which Désirée both loved and hated. You were a savior in his eyes and someone to admire for your dedication to your cause.

Désirée fell hard and fast, maybe even the first person to go yandere for you. He was surrounded by people who mistreated him so doing the bare minimum was enough to make him fall in love with you. Désirée wanted to be around you 24/7! He found out about demon contracts and begged to enter one with you. Broke down sobbing when you explained that 1. He couldn't enter a contract as the reincarnation of Lust and 2. You wouldn't do it anyways (you serve no one but the King of Hell).

Normally very touch adverse but with you Désirée is the definition of clingy. Wraps himself around you as soon as he sees you, kisses your cheek, and drowns you in compliments. He adores you so so so much, how can he not express it?! Accidentally guilt trips you into being more accepting of his advances (he becomes very depressed if you seem nonreceptive). Learns all sort of magic to impress you and uses his secret ability to make sure that his dream comes true (you and him together forever).

He always hated lust but...

He feels compelled to it by you

Fun Facts:

Bilingual (speaks fluent English and French)

Favorite food is breakfast food

Likes heavy death metal

Loves to craft (crochet, sew, knit, needlepoint)

A very good swimmer and proficient fencer

Loves horseback riding

Loves romcoms (will try to reenact them with you)

Beautiful man: Tall and lithe (most likely to malnourishment) with Long wavy blond hair and icy blue eyes has two beauty marks under each eye

Gluttony: Gwyn

Full name: Gwyn Bex

Pronouns: ALL OF THEM

Gwyn Bex and their background is nothing to sniff at. She had two supportive mothers who love him no matter what, they have a successful career as a high fashion model, and they have more wealth than others of his age group could say. However, she is not satisfied with this life, it was all so hollow. The only time that he ever feels a thrill is when something is at stake, someone challenges their comfy life. When that is not happening, she is going on a diet to it the newest body trend after all their looks are what gave them this life and he can't be anything less than perfect. They have a severe case of binge eating and purging which has caused many health complications, oh well not like she cared much about himself.

Gwyn reclined in a red leather seat of a beauty parlor getting their hair done, smoking a cigarette. Smoking was against the rules but who was going to stop him? Their next photo shoot was coming up and she had to look flawless. The hairdressers were chatting about unimportant things until he heard a rival model's name. A string snapped internally as they heard those insects praising that ghastly creature. Gwyn sighed and tried to keep things together.

They wouldn't stop.

Gwyn dug their manicured nails into the armrests of the styling chair. How dare they speak of another who couldn't hold a candle to them and her beauty. Their multicolored eyes held nothing but malice for the people talking in front of him.

BOOM!

Large lightning bolt followed by wall shaking thunder landed in front of the shop. The lights in the shop began to flicker on and off, freaking out the customers. A humming sound came from the walls themselves. Bursting from the vents came a swarm of locusts swirling around Bex causing patrons and workers to scream in terror. How amusing.

Even more intriguing was the brief yet ominous silhouette that appeared near the window. Ignoring the chaos around her she walked out the door and was greeted with the intense scent of ozone. Some of the locusts leaving the store and following them, one in particular landing on a stranger's finger. "You know locusts aren't often found swarming in the city, they often flock to where there are crops to be razed. Gwyn cocked his perfect brow at the strangely alluring person in front of them, smirking. "You're going to be fun."

Yandere Types: Sadistic, Monopolizing, Controlling, Unpredictable, Self-Indulgent, Manipulative

Is the most dangerous yandere upfront. They know what they want and what she wants, what he craves is entertainment. It almost scares you how differently Bex approaches things than the rest of the sins. Beelzebub was known to be very dangerous but the reincarnation more dangerous than Lucifer's. That's new. Gwyn flirts with everyone in this strange little 'family' at first not really caring for their fate or anyone's feelings. You change that.

Foxy little minx you are

How dare you fill their mind when they should be focused on other things? You must pay by being their little play thing. Too bad your so stubborn and defiant. No matter... makes things more fun.

Unlike the other sadists Gwyn's sadistic tendencies can and will be turned on you. You're the big bad general, of course she wants to test your mettle (you're not having any of it). They like to playfully tease you, predatory gaze trained on your figure consuming your every action. It's so sweet how you worry for their health (you don't you just need them to embrace Gluttony further), you should be rewarded for that (you don't want his rewards).

Cain might kill others by accident but for Gwyn it's all a calculated game and everyone must play their part. Your part is to be her precious little general, their toy.

Gluttony is all about overindulgence

Well let them overindulge in you

Fun Facts:

Has heterochromia (one blue eye, one eye that is half blue half brown)

Is jealous of the King's power over you

Likes testing their abilities in his spare time

Great singing voice (is a triple threat)

The only sin who is on board with embracing their sin

Actually hates bugs (especially flies)

Knew Duke before all this (you'll find out ;))

Weight fluctuates from anorexically thin to fat (can pull off any weight), foxlike eyes, pretty strawberry blonde hair, average height

Sloth: Marmaduke

Full Name: Marmaduke Skelly (prefers to be called Duke)

Pronouns: "The guy ones" (any pronouns besides she/her)

Duke's a chill guy, he's very go with the flow type guy. Grew up in middle class suburbia with two loving parents and a cute little sister (very big age gap between siblings). Was very insecure of being short and skinny (was the shortest boy in his middle school), which lead to a lot of teasing from his friends and classmates. When you've been thrown through a basketball net you decide it's time to bulk up. Got his first set of weights at thirteen as well as a gym membership at fifteen. He aspires to be just like his first gym bro who helped teach him how to use all the equipment and figure out a routine. Joined his high school wrestling team and quickly became MVP. Was a golden boy jock at his school and would report any jock to the coach who was found bullying or harassing girls. Got in on a sports scholarship to the city university and is studying Early Childhood Education (minor in Philosophy).

Duke was having one of those sleep paralysis episodes again he was sure of it. He had no problems getting sleep in his whole life until recently. Every night he would fall asleep and would wake up unable to move or speak. A large dark figure would whisper to him calling him Belphegor for some reason. He was never really that religious, sure his parents dragged him to church as a kid but he never believed in demons.

Until he saw one in his frat's kitchen. "Ah you're awake finally, you know you talk in you sleep, correct?" Fuck. What was he supposed to say? "Uh are you a demon?" Duke asked. Idiot that must be such a rude question to ask a demon. The demon laughed as their eyes squinted in amusement (which Duke thought was pretty cute). "What do you think?" The demon asked flexing their powerful wings and sweet gains. "That you should teach me your routine cause you got some sweet gains." The demon stared at Duke in disbelief. Did he say something wrong. "Gains? Routines? Human what are you talking about."

He's jealous

Yandere Types: Harmless, Obsessive, Clingy, Overprotective, Delusional, Lovesick

Bro is just happy to be along for the ride. He a reincarnated demon represented the cardinal sin of Sloth. Sick... what is sloth? IT'S WHAT?! Bro's straight up offended. He did not put all this work into a healthy bod to be told he has to throw that all out the window. Hell no! Not only that but sloth is one of the least respected and powerful of the sins. How come Nalani gets to be Lucifer Freaking Morningstar and he just... he doesn't even know! You're pretty much the only person who can calm him down.

Bro is whipped for you anytime spent with you is good time. Wanna go to the gym? The movies? The gym? That new burger place? The gym? Please go to the gym with him! He wants to learn some new moves and teach you some of his own (also see you covered in sweat).

Delulu for real. You can do nothing wrong in his eyes. #1 (Y/N) apologist and defender. Will fight anyone who disagrees. He also believes that you love him the most deep down so that's why he's fine with you interacting with everyone else. Does many things to attempt to convince you that you he should be your mate. (you are his but more importantly he is yours)

Your number one hype man will shower you with compliments all day long. You didn't have an ego problem before, but you'll have one after interacting with Duke for too long. Bros always praising your muscles (using that as an excuse to squeeze them).

Freaks the fuck out if you get even the tiniest scrape. He doesn't underestimate you, he just never wants you to feel pain. Oh my god you have a paper cut?! CALL THE AMBULANCE! Don't worry baby he'll make sure to hold your hand the entire time. You're just rolling your eyes.

Seems the most normal out of all of them but he's still a yandere (just unintentionally sneaky).

Sloth is all about apathy but

He'll never sleep on you

Fun Fact:

Is intersex

Total gym bro (but a wholesome one)

Has fairy princess tea parties with his little sister like a real man

Professional body builder

Terrible cook

(insert the Knuckles feminist rant here)

Loves the Rocky movies (sister is convinced he's a ginger Rocky Balboa)

Huge anime nerd

Knows Gwyn (unfortunately in his eyes)

One of the only ones willing to share darling

Bros literally been called a buff leprechaun (cause he is short, ginger, and built like a tank). No one thinks this man would be 5'2 (158.496 cm) but he is. Hairy arms and cannot go anywhere without putting a crap ton of sunscreen on. Covered in freckles and has the nicest hazel eyes. Heart is as big as his muscles bro.

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explicit-tae · 1 year

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Envy

Envy; a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck. Upper level demon Taehyung - known as the deadly sin of Envy - makes his way up to Earth in time to witness what those who are envious are willing to achieve.

Lust - Wrath & Greed - Pride & Gluttony - Sloth

Warning: Demon Taehyung, oral (m receiving), creampie,

Word Count: 1,062

Alternate Universe

Taehyung pushes his head back, a wicked smirk on his lips. His fingers curl beneath your chin to encourage your mouth wider to take more of him. “You’re such a beauty to watch.”

Taehyung could smell you - the way your scent changed at his words and as you grew wetter. He understood you - the way you craved the attention from anyone willing to give it to you; someone to feed your ego.

Your tongue swirls around the tip of his cock, sucking with such want and need - almost greedily. Your fingernails are digging into his naked thighs when you take him into your throat fully.

Humans were weak creatures that craved the attentions of others - some more than most; like yourself. Your need to be seen as the better sibling from your sister grew from that of a younger sibling in the shadow of the elder sister to now - the younger sibling left in the shadow of the Queen.

You grew to despises the Queen and how everyone viewed her s a perfect person. The town’s people adored her and would flocked around the castle grounds for a mere glimpse of her. Though you are grateful your sister has taken you with her as she grew as Queen, you’re still envious at the fact that she deserved none of this.

Taehyung pushes himself away from you, a soft pop leaving your mouth as the tip of his cock springs out. “Such a beauty.” Taehyung hums. ‘It is you that should be Queen.”

Your heart flutters at his words and your eyes grow wide.

Your mind cannot think back to when you first met Taehyung - it was as if he entered your life and took it over completely. You met day by day and he listened to you speak of your life working beneath your sister who was the Queen. He never judged your feelings like most would and you’d even say he made you feel justified. As time grew, your feelings towards the Queen grew sour and everything she did made you seethe.

“I need you inside of me.” You murmur, licking your dry lips.

Taehyung hums; he knows you do by the way you smell. Your scent is sweet and ready for him - like always. As time passed, he notes you’re willingness to lay with him and loosing yourself in the process - unaware of how the envy inside of you would be your breaking point at any given moment.

Taehyung lifts you from your knees, hands gripping the fabric of your skirt. You aren’t wearing anything beneath and it’s an act Taehyung appreciates greatly. Your dripping when he centers his cock at your entrance.

Pushing you against the wall, Taehyung enters roughly - you could take him easily.

Taehyung’s hands clasps around your mouth as he snaps his hips inside of you. You’re tight and wet and he’s sure he’ll never be able to get enough of you - especially when you’re dragged to hell in the end of this.

“The Queen is selfish.” You hear Taehyung murmur into your ear, deep voice sending shivers straight to your core. “She doesn’t deserve everything she has.”

You moan in response, feeling his cock spring deeper inside of you. Wet noises are audible and you’re positive you’re leaking all over his thighs now - but neither of you care.

“That should be you.” Taehyung licks your earlobe, snapping his hips harder. He could sense you’’re about to cum around him and he too will be doing the same - inside of you like he always has to form the bond as sin and sinner. “But it’ll never be you.”

Your eyes snap shut, his words hurting your heart but your legs shake and prepare to give out.

“And if it can’t be you…” Taehyung roughly pounds into you, releasing your mouth to catch both hips into his large hands. You moan freely now, a gush of relief shooting from your core. “….why should it be her?” Taehyung grunts out, shooting an insane amount of cum inside of you - forming the bond no one could fight against - especially not a woman destined to sin.

Taehyung’s words got to you, ringing through your mind constantly throughout the week.

If it couldn’t be you then why should it be her? Your sister didn’t appreciate the amounts of servants and followers she had, nor the wealth that came from being the Queen. The amount of times you’ve endured listening to your sisters petty rants on how the King didn’t love nor appreciate her has grown tiresome. After all, she lived in a castle and didn’t need nor want for anything - how rough could life be?

“Your majesty!” You adorned a bright smile as your eyes caught your brother-in-law.

The guards offered space as you approached him. You give a short bow before he spoke. “Y’N, you don’t have to be formal any longer. You’re family.”

You shake your head. “But you are the King.” you offer you arm for him to take and he does. “The Queen is in her royal chambers. She awaits for your arrival.”

“You told her?” the King asks.

You shake your head. The King has insisted on keeping his arrival a secret from you. Arriving a day earlier so the both of you could spend it with one another was a thought you came up with, envy & spite running through your veins.

The two of you offer small talk as you make your way inside and through the castle. Your heart pumps outside your chest and you ponder if it’s a terrible decision to be happy about what you’re doing.

The King reaches closer to the royal chambers, puzzled look upon his face at unfamiliar sounds coming from within.

You and him exchange glances but you contain the mischievous smirk daring to form on your lips.

Taehyung stands behind you, unbeknownst to you and the King. His eyes scan your face - you could never fool him. You’re nearly jumping with hoy at the thought of your sister being caught in the act with Jimin. What envy could do to a person was dangerous - who knows what would come of your sister and yourself; yet you didn’t care.

Because after all, if you couldn’t have it why should she?

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envihellbender · 1 year

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Golden Deer boys’ turn to be yandere pluuuuus the princes from Engage? (Alfred, Diamant, Alcryst and Fogado) :3c

Fire Emblem: Yandere

(Male, Golden Deer House & Engage Princes x GN Reader)

Content: stalking, abuse, feedee/feeder

Golden Deer

Claude:

Claude keeps tabs on from the moment he first meets you. As soon as you’re enrolled in the Officer’s Academy he’s got his sources and agents finding out everything they can about you. You don’t notice at first, and Claude seems nice enough. Sure he seems to show up everywhere but he’s the sociable kind, right? So when he’s always joining you on the dining hall, in the training yard, and always hanging around the market place you never really think about it.

It starts to get weird when you realise just how much he knows. He knows facts about your family life you’ve never told him, he lets out facts about your past you’ve never told anyone in the Officer’s Academy. You assume he just does this to everyone he knows, he’s a lot more cautious and thorough than people realise. It’s the small things that results in you starting to see what’s happening. He brings you a pastry after you went to the bakers that morning to find they had none left, the bakery was empty, and you got up absurdly early. He replaced your bow string before you could tell anyone it had snapped. You don’t know how to feel, sure these things show he cares but… you can feel him watching you constantly.

It gets worse when he becomes the head of the alliance. He offers you a very lucrative and powerful position in Riegan territory, and as twenty year old from a fairly typical merchant family you can hardly turn it down. When you get to his estate however, you realise the true cost of accepting the role. Claude keeps a tight grip on you, he trusts your word and opinions but only within the walls of his home. You are no longer allowed to leave, Claude wants to make sure he can access you at any time and that no one can hurt you. You have servants to bathe you, dress you, feed you, and give you everything else you could possibly need. Claude needs to know everything you do, and the few times you try to escape or evade his eyes… well, you still have the scars.

Ignatz:

Ignatz seems nice enough, a very polite young man who you see quite often. He’s always say in your eye-line with a sketchbook, always stealing glances at you. It takes you a while to realise, at first you justify it by saying he must paint everyone he sees or maybe he’s painting the building. It’s an impressive monastery and it is always in different places. However, when you spot his paints you notice the specific colour he has, the exact shades of your hair and eyes. You take a deep breath and ask what he’s painting a handful of times, he always stammers and blushes and doesn’t give you a straight answer.

You feel anxious being constantly watched and studied by Ignatz’s gaze, even if he isn’t constantly painting you he is constantly watching. Eventually after staying late in the library, you see he has fallen asleep with his sketchbook to the side as he was studying battle formations for class. As quietly as possible you take the sketchbook and flick through it, you find your chest tightens and you can barely breathe as flick through and see picture after picture after picture of you. Of you in the library, the dining area, the garden, the training yard… and then finally it gets worse. There are paintings of you asleep in your bed.

You try to tell yourself that doesn’t mean he is breaking into your room. Maybe he just used the other pictures of you as a reference, you think. You try locking your door but you notice as you wake up the door has been unlocked, you sigh in irritation as you remember Ignatz’s picklocking skill. One night, you stay up in bed pretending to be asleep, and you hear the clicking of the lock pick in the door. You wait until he settles and lights a candle, you see his hand move quickly over his sketchbook. Your eyes snap open and you stand up to see him looking at you in shock. You expect him to try to defend himself, maybe run from the room… instead he delicately places the sketchbook on your desk, he stands up, and before you can scream at him to get out he places a potion soaked rag against your mouth.

Lorenz:

When you first meet Lorenz is, simply put, an arsehole. He seems convinced that since you are a ‘commoner’ it is his duty to protect you. At first it begins with things such as taking hits from bandits for you, which as an archer is hardly a problem. However, it starts to go further. He begins criticising your sparring partners by saying you’ll be hurt, and eventually intervened to ensure no one who didn’t match his specifications would be willing to train with you. You yell at him, but it doesn’t make him stop. In the final argument he calls you an uncivilised beast who doesn’t know how to converse with a noble. You hope that’s the end of it.

Lorenz stops trying to interfere with your training after you take the matter up with Claude. Unfortunately however, he has a new mission - he is determined to spend as much time with you as possible. He invites you to tea party after tea party, and when you can’t avoid them he spends them as etiquette lessons. He tells you that no noble would ever marry you unless you gain some manners. That sends a chill up your spine, why would he say that?

When you are forced to leave the Officer’s Academy you are greeted with an ostentatious horse and carriage with Lorenz waiting for you. He grabs your arm and pulls you in without a word, you can’t say goodbye to your friends. He doesn’t even take your belongings saying he will by you much finer things than that. You beg him to let you leave, he simply laughs. When you first get to his estate you can’t leave your bedroom, he says you cannot lay with him until you’re married. It’s a relief that he is giving you your space, but you are terrified for what he has planned. You can’t remove the ring he fuses to your finger, it burns to the touch.

Raphael:

The day Raphael discovers what a good cook you are is the day you catch his eye. He is so delighted when it’s your turn on kitchen duty, it makes you smile to see him enjoy your food so much. You sit across from him and ask him what his favourites are, you always make sure to cook him extra portions and you revel in seeing his eyes light up when you bring him a few extra boxes to take away.

You start to notice Raphael’s gut is growing, he’s getting bigger and bigger as the weeks pass. The signs are small, the buttons pop on his shirt, his belly pours out underneath it and his trousers no longer fasten. It starts to be alarmingly obvious when he manages to break the bench with his plentiful, adipose ridden arse. It splinters beneath him and his behind hits the cold floor. He only complains when he discovers he can’t reach the plates on the over side of the table. You run over to help him, lifting up the plates to his mouth so he can shove his face into them like they’re a trough.

As he gets bigger and bigger he starts to get more and more demanding. He insists you feed him everyday, and rub his gut afterwards. He summons you to his quarters with your food and you find yourself unable to deny him. You start to get frightened when he insists you stay with him constantly, feeding him, bathing him, and curling up to sleep on his belly. You are now far too gone to defy him, you need him as much as he needs you to fill his stomach.

Engage

Alfred:

Alfred is immediately far too much. He hugs and cuddles up to you almost constantly, demanding your attention from everyone else and sulks when you don’t focus on him enough. It starts of as a cute little quirk, but soon it spirals. You can no longer speak to friends without him present.

He doesn’t seem to understand your boundaries, he will cuddle and pick you up suddenly when you ask him to stop. He’ll grab your hand tightly and kiss your cheek when you’re in the middle of a task like training or speaking to someone. He doesn’t like you to go anywhere without him, you can’t have a moment without him right there by your side.

He doesn’t trust you to leave the Palace once you’re engaged, you can’t go to the marketplace without an armed guard even though you are quite capable of handling yourself. Even with this unnecessary measure when you return home he is red eyed with nails bitten down to finger. He can’t stand to be apart from you, he delivers your breakfast in bed personally so you don’t interact with too many servants, and he insists on supervising your baths.

Diamant:

Diamant doesn’t show his affection very easily, he shows it in how protective he is of you and that’s when he starts to get terrifying. It starts small, a scowl and a sharp word to the merchant who is trying to rip you off or someone who doesn’t use the correct manners when speaking to you. You tell him it’s unnecessary but he just frowns and stays silent.

It starts getting worse, you don’t quite notice at first but when you’re married and living at the palace it’s even clearer. The servants avoid your gaze, and wince when you try to speak to them. You overhear a maid talking about the strict orders not to speak to or even touch unnecessarily the new spouse of Diamant. You try to speak to him about it but he dismisses it as idle gossip about how protective he is. Then you notice the stable boy who you had grown fond of no longer chats to you as you retrieve your favoured mare. He has a bruise on his eye so serious he can barely open it.

No matter what you say to Diamant he doesn’t listen, he starts grabbing into your arm far too tightly when you’re out in public. You start to worry he may raise his hand to you, but you don’t truly become terrified of him until the day one of your old friend’s visits the palace. It’s refreshing to have someone who isn’t scared to look you in the eye and show you affection. You chat for hours and hours. You’re sad when he leaves and await his letter saying it arrived home safely, it never comes. Instead there’s a report of how his body was found on the road leaving the city. There’s no evidence of what happened but you know, and you never invite a friend to the palace again.

Alcryst:

Alcryst was anxious about you from the beginning, he never understood why you chose him as the recipient for your affections and he was convinced you would he taken from him. He wanted to know where you were at all time, determined to keep you safe, whenever he perceived a danger he dove in front of it saying he would die for you if he had to. You tried to be patient, you stroked his hair and smiled saying everything was fine when he did this whilst you were sparring with his brother. He clung to your waist and scowled at Diamant.

He begins to calm down as your relationship progresses, he no longer constantly apologises and begs you not to leave him. He does however not drop the habit of being your shadow, he enjoys being around you and being the target of your affection far too much. If you don’t give him enough of it he starts to slip into old habits. He still worries about you being out of the palace, there are so many bandits out on the streets and he wants to make sure he can keep you safe or sacrifice himself for you.

You’re delighted when he proposes to you, and you hope it soothes his anxieties… but quite the opposite. As the consort to the prince he now expects you to stay home as much as possible. He can handle any duties required for the outside and you are given two retainers who are to stay by your side at all times. Whenever you complain about how he’s slowly taking away your freedom he panics, convinced you’re about to leave him. You learn you can’t have a happy, content husband, and voice your concerns. You learn to live with the world that grows smaller every day,

Fogado:

No one expects the carefree, happy-go-lucky Prince to be quite so possessive. If anything you expected the opposite, for him to be off on so many trips and at so many parties that you never see him. He still goes on them, but he always expects you to be stuck to his side. He insists you always stay next to him, at parties he wants to introduce you to everyone not for you to mingle alone. It’s small things at first, you dismiss it as his simple worries, until it escalates.

He starts to get irritable whenever you speak to anyone new, anyone who he couldn’t vouch for. He said that it was dangerous being so kind and open with strangers. One evening at a party, a man asks you to dance, you politely decline and the man begins to get forceful. Fogado arrives to rescue you and insist the man is thrown from the building. You cling to him gratefully, you try not to wonder why the man was slipped some coin when he is escorted from the room. At every get together from then on Fogado clings to you reminding you of that one man even when it’s been so long you can’t even remember his face.

You begin to notice a pattern, when you start to get more confident around strangers again - you’re mugged in the marketplace. Fogado is a great comfort who hunts down the perpetrator. When you find yourself able to leave the palace again, bandits attack your carriage. The fifth time it happens you notice one of the attackers masks slips, the bandits are the same ones Fogado had killed the previous time. When you confront him he is offended, he can’t believe you think he’d put you at risk. He speaks of how you’re clearly too vulnerable and at risk to be leaving the palace at all. You start to doubt your own memories, maybe he’s right, you think.

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