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yanderesvtfoe · 10 months
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Jealous Marco Diaz Headcanons
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Marco didn't want to admit he was jealous
You were your own person and it's not like you two were dating
You didn't owe him commitment
But he couldn't help this icky feeling in his stomach
It kept growing when he saw you with Tom
He'll clinch his fist tightly, not realizing he was doing it until he saw the nail mark
Anytime Tom talks he rolls his eye
Tom will try and ask him about it but Marco will deny it
"I didn't do that"
"But I saw you roll your eyes"
"No you didn't"
Gaslighting boss
He will deny everything until the very end
That's what he's good at, but no matter how good at it he is, Tom doesn't believe him
Tom keeps an eye on Marco, making sure he doesn't try anything
Though, honestly Marco wouldn't try anything, because he doesn't even want to confront his own feelings
He hates when you ask him what's wrong
He feels like his feelings are stupid and unnecessary. Though he knows you would never invalidate him, but he can't help it
He wishes he could talk to someone
And he does
He talks to Kelly. Kelly tells him he should talk to Y/n
Marco says he will, but he doesn't, because he's scared
He can't be jealous, you're his best friend
You're just best friend... Nothing more
But maybe he wants more?
No, no... That's not it, he just has a weird attraction towards your laugh. God, loves the way your eyes shine and when your face scrunches when you smile. He loves the way your hair fits your face. He loves the way you talk-
He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of any thoughts
He only really accepts these feelings when you confront him
"I love you!"
You both freeze, taken aback. He covers his mouth and quickly shakes his head. "No, I didn't mean that. I'm sorry."
"Well, I like you, too, Marco"
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2smolbeans · 7 months
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"Nearly breaking down as you saw Marco softly smile at you. A smile you haven't seen ever since he found his 'darling'."
Part 2 Part 2.5 character info
Love Me, Love Me Not
Yandere Best Friend x Obstacle Reader
*unedited
Tags: kidnapping, complicit murder, guilt, suggestive tones, mixed signals, eventual smut, oneshot, reader is going through mixed feelings, one sided crush, yandere is in love with someone else, imprisonment, will they won't they vibes.
Disclaimer: This is just a scenario I thought of with an Oc! So nothing is really 'official' or canon-
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One too many times, you should've called the police. Why didn't you though? Now you sit there on the shower floor, hot water burning your back as you try to warm up the chill that goes down your spine. Their eyes, oh god they were open and staring at you dead in fear. Why did you cover for him?
You felt the sob trapped in your throat rip out of you as you remembered all the horrible things you were complicit in. There was nothing you could do now but accept the reality. You wouldn't get caught. The two of you burned all the evidence, and sadly, the victims were easy to dispose of. Did anyone look for them? Was anyone curious about them going missing?
The guilt was heavy, and it didn't help that the person you did it for- couldn't give two shits about you.
Marco, your happy go lucky best friend. You remembered that night when he called you, in a panic, begging you to rush to where he was. Of course you went, you were so worried for him. Upon arrival, you saw the large bag and tools. The look on his face warning you to do as he says before he decides to have another matching body bag beside him.
"You trust me don't you? I just need help with this, and then we can be over with it!"
You should've ran, screamed, called for help. But instead, you just grabbed the lower half of the bag, feeling the dreadful sensation of its limbs. You heard a shocked hum across you before the bag lifted off the ground.
"This is why you're always my number one go to. I apperciate this, I mean it. I won't ever forget this. Now follow me 'kay?"
What a joke. It was all a lie, wasn't it? All of that just for some sick obsession. Just for his "girlfriend" to focus on him and him only. If Marco just pursued her normally like a decent fucking human being, nobody would've been hurt, lies wouldn't have been told, your friendship would've been intact..
He could've just told those once alive victims that he wanted to ask her out. If Marco just smiled at her like he used to smile towards you- you're damn sure she would've fallen for him.
It worked for you afterall..
Maybe you should've let go when you had the chance. Cause now here you are, fending for your life as the killer you once called a friend claims you're the very obstacle of their relationship.
What? But you helped him?
You're staring at her in the wrong way.
Are you fucking kidding me? Does he know how many times you cried. The nights you spent mourning for the dead and the friendship that once was?
He still cares about you. But you forced him to get rid of you.
That's funny since you're currently showering at his apartment. You can't leave, though. He's locked the doors and windows. He even went as far as locking the knife cabniet and potential weapons. Still with the shower running, you didn't flinch at the sound of the bathroom door opening.
Curled up in a ball as you sat in the shower, you finally saw the eyes staring down at your naked form. You couldn't read his face, understand his expression, or even tell what he was thinking. It was foreign, new.
"Hey. Are you done? You're taking up the water bill y'know?"
Oh right, how long were you there for? Awkardly, you tried standing up while covering yourself with what little your hands could hide. You hoped he would at least save you some dignity, but he just kept staring with a blank expression.
"Here's a towel. Dry up and come to the kitchen. I made us something to eat"
You thanked Marco as you were quick to wrap your body with the towel. Looking again at Marco, you saw a hint of dissapointnent splay upon his eyes.
"Okay..Well just-Just..do whatever. Don't take too long or else I'll drag you out myself."
Rolling your eyes, you pushed Marco out of the bathroom as you closed the door. Locking - Oh right, he removed all the locks to each room..Drying off your body, you put on the clothes he left for you. Eventually, you made it to the kitchen, sitting down on the chair as you watched him cook.
He looked so calm, so soft as he focused on flipping the meat. You almost smiled when you heard him mutter about how he spilled some oil on his shirt.
Eventually sitting down to join you, Marco gave you your food as he offered you a drink. You declined of course, not feeling thirsty and paranoid of whatever poison he might spike it with. Smelling the aroma of the food, you felt your mouth water. He was always a good cook, hell you remembered the first time you visited his place.
How he made you a nice cooked lamb with mash potatoes. You recalled it being the first time you've ever seen Marco so particular about a certain thing - even though he's always been a speradic and chaotic individual. Though, the quick realization of your perdicment made the food cold and unappetizing.
Biting your lip, you turn your head away as you felt your eyes burn.
Don't cry, don't cry.
You sucked it up. Inhaled the air that surrounded you and forced a bite into your mouth. The food was good, you couldn't deny it. But it didn't taste as good as it did before. It's good, you say. Nearly breaking down as you saw Marco softly smile at you. A smile you haven't seen ever since he found his 'darling'. You want to run away and cry, to start fresh and new.
"I'm actually glad you moved in with me, it feels nice talking to someone who's helped me"
With the murders?
"Hey, we finally reached one of our bucket lists! To be roomates! Huh, well isn't that kind of funny? And we didn't even plan it out- kinda just happened huh!"
He was just rubbing the salt in the wound at this point. Forcing a smile, you just continued eating, chewing your food as a distraction as he kept on staring at you. Where's his girlfriend? Why didn’t he just make her move into his apartment if you're in the way?
"Oh her? She's at work, don't worry about it"
You stop eating, finishing your plate as you push it towards Marco.
"All done? I'm glad you enjoyed it! Just sit right there while I put everything away"
Is there any way for you to escape? There has to be a way, right? What are you doing here? How long is Marco planning on keeping you alive?
"Hey, your not thinking of doing anything weird right?"
You nod your head no profusely, trying to get his suspicion off of you. Patting your shoulder, Marco motions you to the couch. Sitting down before you as he drags you along with him. Placing you on his lap, he turns on the TV- switching through channels while you freeze on the spot.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Out of nowhere, his hands slowly begin to play with your shirt. His fingers rubbing up and down your sides, his crouch nearly pressing against you. Confused, you just sit there, your hands on your knees as you glued your eyes to the screen.
"You're not lying to me, are you?"
His voice is so sweet, so much closer than you anticapted. You nearly buck against his touch just as his palm brushes a certain spot ever so subtly. Why was he doing this? You had a slight speculation why - or at least a hopeful stupid thought that would fufill your old wishes.
"...If you say so"
You find yourself now sitting beside him, pushed off of his lap. Feeling the weight shift on the couch, Marco stood up and walked away for what seemed like forever.
"I just remembered I have to quickly run by to get some things. I'll be back.."
If like nothing happened, you were alone. Confused, you wave your hands around as you scrunch up your face. Talking to yourself as you pace around the room. Calming down, you walk towards the door. Examining it as you realised that Marco had left one of the security laches loose. Should you risk it? You could grab the butterknife he gave you for the meal to loosen the door..
Oh fuck.
You could perhaps finally leave.
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onmyyan · 1 month
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!!!!!!!!OK IMMA B REAL WITH U!!!!!!! I’m feelin like a sick twisted freak tonite and when I saw requests open I came running like you were the ice cream truck!!!!!!!!!! My request is that I reader wanna purposely make the d boys go mad with jealousy just to see them all b pusher over the edge killin a man in front of me!!!!!!!! Sick and sadistic ik but likeeeeee I needa man to show me he won’t tolerate another man getting in my rear view!!!!!!!! I wanna see yan yan go hard baby!!!!!!!
Marcos trembled in place, panting like a rabid dog, his eyes wide and nearly black from how blown his pupils were, the blood on his hands was warm, sticky and smelling of iron, it wasn't hard to guess what had happened only moments before you entered his warehouse, the man, no, the corpse on the ground was still twitching, his hands clutching at the gaping wound across his throat, the clatter of the knife hitting the ground seemed to snap you out of the trance you'd been in, Marcos smiles a wobbly grin at you, his hands looked like he'd dunked them in a paint bucket, only you knew it was real.
"My darling- my love? What are you doing here?" He asks breathless, stepping cautiously closer, one calculated step at a time.
"y-y-." The words die before they can form, he closes the distance putting his bloody hands on your cheeks, pulling your gaze away from the body. "Breathe my love, just breathe for me." He was so calm, so unfazed it almost made you feel like the situation was under control.
"y-you killed him." The statement was met with a kiss to your now blood covered cheeks, "He tried to take me away from you, he threatened us-it had to happen." He says softly kissing along your jaw, "This is what happens to things that try to keep us apart." He pulls you close, one hand on your head pressing you into his chest. "I'll always protect us."
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Oh f#ck I am kinda relived , thank you so much(I was scared that I sended something stupid)😌
If so, It was the Part 3 of Searing Pain btw. (I just can't stop loving how well you captured characters's emotions there.)
Searing Pain: Part 3
Yandere Ace and Luffy x Reader
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Recovery from any injury was never easy, but for someone suffering your given injuries, it was grueling. 
Pain had been expected. Between the broken ribs, absent lung, and the patched up hole in your chest, it was a given that you were going to be in agony for a while. Regardless of that, you were doing your best to remain active. It’s only been a few days since you woke up, but you’ve been able to get up and walk around. With help. Luffy’s help, specifically. 
Ever since Chopper encouraged you to get up and be active to aid in your recovery and lessen the chance of blood clots, Luffy put it upon himself to be your personal helper. If you were being completely honest, you had been hesitant to accept his help initially. Not because you didn’t trust him, of course you did, but you questioned how capable he was of being gentle enough to not hurt you more.
All of your concerns had proven themselves to be incorrect. Luffy has been ridiculously careful with you. It’s like seeing a whole new side of him. You need to get up? Don’t worry, Luffy will help you stand. Need to sit back down? He’ll help with that, too. Need literally anything? He’ll get it for you. Usually without even leaving your side thanks to his devil fruit powers.
As flattering as it is that he cares about you enough to be helping you this much, it was odd to see him being this serious. While he was still showing his typical goofy attitude in some respects, there was always this air of vigilance that accompanied his every action. He would study your face every time you moved and would fling himself to your side if you so much as made a noise on the rare occasion that he had stepped away.
It’s not like there weren’t other people that could help you. The rest of your crewmates were all capable of and eager to assist you in any way you need, but Luffy wouldn’t give them the opportunity. He can help you walk and eat, and he keeps an eye on you while you sleep, so it’s fine. He’s got it covered! He even tried to help you go to the bathroom, and it had been an uphill battle to convince him that you could at least do that part on your own.
That effort had all been in vain. Just because you managed to get him to wait outside didn’t mean that he wouldn’t damn near break the door down when he saw fit. Which he did when you hissed in pain while trying to stand up after finishing your business. Your pants had still been down, much to your mortification, but at least he hadn’t commented on that part.
Outside of that embarrassing ordeal, you did appreciate his help. Walking on your own was still an impossibility, Chopper had made that clear by stressing how devastating a fall could be for you right now. Franky had thrown together a walker for you, but it wasn’t needed. Luffy had taken that role upon himself. A good thing, too, given that the walker vanished not long after it was built.
Luffy was shockingly patient with how slow your pace was. He’s standing next to you with one arm reaching around you and holding your hip to keep you balanced, while the other hand is holding your own and supporting the bulk of your weight. His steps matched yours and his eyes were boring into you, looking for any hint of discomfort on your face. Beyond the usual amount, at least.
“Hey! I can see Ace’s boat!” Usopp called out from the crow’s nest. “And it looks like there’s two people on board, one of them has to be the doctor!”
Both you and Luffy looked to where Usopp was pointing. Sure enough, there was a small boat on the horizon. It was much too far for you to be able to make it out personally, but you trusted Usopp’s eyesight to be accurate.
Luffy’s hands flexed, and he kept looking back and forth between you and Ace’s approaching figure. You gave his hand a squeeze, “You should go over and wait for him, I’m sure you’re excited to see Ace again.”
“You want to see him again, too. We can wait together.” Without giving you a chance to respond, he began gently guiding you to turn.
“You should go by yourself. I need to sit down again. Now, preferably.” Fatigue was hitting you hard. A side effect that you had not been as prepared for. After even just a little bit of activity you would find yourself feeling winded and needing to lie down. You’re pretty sure you’ve been taking more naps than Zoro lately.
At your stating of needing to rest, Luffy’s eyes shot wide with panic. He whipped his head around frantically before spotting an empty chair across the deck. Using the hand that wasn’t holding yours, he stretched his arm over to grab it. Wooden legs dragged over the floorboards as it was yanked this way. The second it was in place, Luffy wasted no time helping you to sit. It was a slow process, but he never once rushed you through it.
With you now seated, Luffy hesitated briefly before finally going to the side of the ship that Ace was approaching.
Cautiously, you slumped against the back of the chair. You hadn’t been walking for long but it felt like you’d just returned from a lengthy journey. Chopper assured you that this was a normal symptom for your condition. Without one of your lungs, you were getting half as much oxygen as your body was used to. Fatigue was to be expected until your body could adjust to the major change.
A nap sounded great right about now, but if Ace had brought that doctor with him then he would most likely want to speak with you and not wait a couple of hours for you to come to again. 
Your hand drifted up to your head and pulled the hat off of it. The brim of the straw hat scratched against your fingers as they ghosted over it. Luffy still hasn’t taken it back since he left it with you when you were still unconscious. Seeing him without his hat for so long was odd to say the least. Granted, it’s not like he was far from it at any given moment since he was attached at your hip, but it was a surprising gesture on his part regardless.
Even though you couldn’t see Ace’s boat from your seated position, you could definitely still hear it coming. Striker was not a particularly stealthy ship. The roar of the engine was growing louder and louder by the second, it wouldn’t be long before he was here. Him, and the doctor.
The doctor most likely being Marco the Phoenix. You don’t know him personally, but you’ve seen bounty posters and heard tell of his feats. From the sound of it, he was as much a fierce fighter as he was a skilled doctor. You could only hope that he was a miracle worker with the severity of your injury. Not that you wouldn’t be appreciative of any help he gave you. It’s just that… Your life as a pirate is strongly hinged on him being able to fix your lung situation. 
Just as the rumble of Striker’s engine was starting to become grating, it stopped. 
A few of your other crewmates rushed over to where the boat was being docked to greet the duo. Chopper was notably excited to be able to talk to another doctor, especially one held in such high regard.
While you were eager to find out what Marco could do for you, you were also nervous about the possibility that what he could do for you wouldn’t be enough. You willed yourself to look away and put Luffy’s hat back on your head.
The sound of two people clambering up the side of the ship followed by the chattering of your crew tempted you into glancing over. 
Ace stood out to you immediately. Everyone had assured you that he had gotten away from the battle unscathed, but being able to see with your own eyes that he was safe truly took the worries off your mind. You made eye contact with him, and he grinned broadly while slipping past the small crowd that had gathered.
“It’s good to see you awake.” Ace came to a stop right next to you. His smile faltered as his hands hovered over you, visibly unsure of where to place them. Deciding that your torso was too high risk, he settled for holding one of your hands in both of his. “Sorry I didn’t stick around to see you wake up, but I wanted to get Marco over here as soon as possible.” His eyes flickered down to the visible bandages underneath your shirt, “So… How are you feeling?”
Like the fragmented remains of a landmine.
“I’ve… been better, but it’s not so bad. Everyone has been taking great care of me. Especially Luffy.” This was probably a better response than the one in your mind. There was no use in making him feel sorry for you when it seemed he already was.
At the mention of his brother’s name, Ace’s smile returned, “I’m not surprised. He promised to stay by your side until you were better, and he’s serious about his promises.” He leaned forward and flicked the brim of Luffy’s hat, “I am a little surprised he’s still letting you wear this, though.”
“That makes two of us,” you readjusted the hat to keep it from falling off. You contemplated asking about the promise Ace just mentioned. This was the first you were hearing of it. That would definitely explain his dedication to you. Who had prompted that discussion. Did Ace make Luffy promise or did Luffy come up with the idea on his own?
“You must be (Y/N).”
The question you had was going to have to wait. You look over to the source of the voice and see Marco for the first time. His posture is relaxed as he looks down at you, likely expecting an answer.
“Yeah, that’s me. You must be Marco,” you returned his smile and held out your hand to shake his.
“That would be correct,” he gently clasps your hand and gives it a brief shake before flipping it over and pressing two fingers against the pulse point on your wrist. He mutters ‘a little high’ before shifting his attention back to you, “Would you like to have our appointment now or do you need to rest?”
You could absolutely use some sleep, or even just a longer opportunity to sit down, but you wanted to get this done as soon as possible. You can’t wait any longer to find out if he can find a way to repair your lung. Or lack thereof. 
“I’m okay, let’s do this now.” It dawned on you that he may be tired after being on Striker for who knows how long, “If you’re okay with that, that is. I don’t mind waiting if you want some rest after traveling all the way here.”
“I’m perfectly fine.” He nudges Ace out of the way and holds out his arms to you, “Here, let me help you up.”
Before you can accept his help, Luffy crashes into him, “I can do that!”
Marco, much to your surprise, barely budges from the human battering ram. He looks over his shoulder at Luffy with a raised brow, appearing more so amused than anything else, “I appreciate your offer, but I would like to use this as a chance to see how their recovery is coming along.”
“Then just watch me help them, you don’t need to do it.” Luffy, never one to be deterred easily, stands his ground.
Ace clamped a hand onto Luffy’s shoulder and pulled him back, “It’ll be for the best to let Marco do this. Don’t worry so much, they’re in good hands with him. How about you stay here with me and we can catch up?”
Luffy scowled, “(Y/N) isn’t better yet, I’m going with them.”
The disagreement was only escalating, so you cut in, “I’ll be okay, Luffy. Why don’t you relax for a bit?” You pull his hat from your head and hold it out to him, “Do you want this back?” Maybe he’s getting anxious about being away from his prized possession?
The offer seems to be borderline offensive to Luffy. He snatches the hat out of your hand only to firmly place it back on your head in a way that it completely covers your eyes. “No, you keep it.” 
By the time you push the brim of the hat up enough to be able to see again, Luffy and Ace are walking away, though the former looks to be dragging his feet. You cringe internally and hope that you didn’t genuinely upset him.
“Your captain is awfully protective of you,” Marco notes.
He can say that again. You nod, “He’s been like this since I got hurt.”
“Well, now that he isn’t here, let’s see what I can do about that injury of yours.” Marco’s hands find yours and he waits for you to make the first move to stand.
You’re eager to get this over with, so you only take a couple of seconds to brace yourself before beginning the arduous task of getting onto your feet. The instant you sit up, your chest suffers a stab of pain as muscles tug on the wound and you wince.
“Take your time.”
You nodded but kept pushing forward. Now that you were upright, you planted your feet on the ground as best as you could and slowly lifted your body off the chair. All the while your hands were gripping onto Marco’s like he was your lifeline, which he may very well be at this point. Every movement and twitch of your shoulders pulled on your chest wound and you had to bite back the urge to scream. Something you’ve learned to do very well over the course of the last few days.
Marco studied you intensely, taking in every little reaction you had. Once you were finally on your feet, he paused and allowed you to catch your breath. A task easier said than done. “I-I’m sorry, just give me a minute. Please.”
“There’s no rush, don’t force yourself on my behalf. You’re doing very well,” he assured you.
This really did not feel like “doing very well”, but who were you to argue with him? This would typically be the point where you lean forward and rest some of your weight onto Luffy, but you didn’t know Marco well enough to be able to assume that he would be okay with you doing that.
Your breathing was about as good as it was going to get, “Okay. I’m okay. Let’s go.”
Luckily for you, the infirmary wasn’t far from where you were previously seated. Once you were properly up on your feet, walking wasn’t too hard on you. It was just the act of getting there and your rapidly decreasing stamina that got in the way. 
Unluckily for you, you needed to be laid down once you got to the infirmary. It was even worse than sitting up since it required much more movement in your torso. Marco did everything he could to ease you back onto it, but you were still on the verge of tears by the time you were fully settled onto the bed. Luffy’s hat was placed on the bedside table for the time being.
Marco stepped away from the bed and rummaged around Chopper’s desk, pulling out some papers. He didn’t spend long reading over them before dropping it onto the desk and grabbing a stethoscope. He returned to the bed and sat down next to you.
The chestpiece was lightly pressed against where your remaining lung was and he asked you to breathe in and out a couple of times. You did just that. Every breath ached, but you’ve gotten used to it the last few days. The chestpiece was moved to the other side of your chest and you were asked to repeat the action again. You aren’t entirely sure what he’s expecting to hear over there, but again, what would you know?
It would seem he found whatever he was looking for and the stethoscope was discarded. His hands hovered over your ribcage, “I’m going to check your ribs, please let me know where it hurts at.”
You nodded and his hands began tracing over each rib. It didn’t take long for you to flinch and say, “Right there.” The process was repeated on every affected rib. All of them hurt and you said as much. Fortunately, Marco was extremely careful so it wasn’t anywhere near as painful as it could have been.
“I need to look at the wound now, so I have to unbutton your shirt. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, that’s okay.” Whatever he was going to see from undoing your shirt was nothing compared to the Luffy-bathroom-incident. You would live.
Marco made quick work of the buttons, then came the bandages. Rather than sitting you up again to unravel them, he pulled out a pair of scissors and cut through them instead. An act of mercy in your humble opinion. 
You trained your eyes on the ceiling, not at all wanting to see the wound. “Am I going to need to roll over so you can see the exit wound on my back?” You really hope he doesn’t.
There’s a brief bout of silence as he examines the now exposed hole in your chest. A choking level of stress builds in your chest at the mere idea of how uncomfortable and painful rolling over will be.
“No, that won’t be necessary. Seeing this is enough for me to work with.” Marco leaned back, “So, do you want the good news or the bad news first?”
Your heart fell into your stomach at the knowledge of there being bad news. He hadn’t told you anything yet and you already wanted to scream and cry. “Give me the good news first,” you needed at least a little bit of time to mentally prepare yourself for the bad.
 “The good news is that I can heal your broken ribs and the wound today. It’ll take some time and we’ll have to break up the sessions so as to not shock your system, but I’m confident that we can have this healed up nicely by the end of the day.” He offered you a smile, but you could see that even he wasn’t happy about what he was going to say next.
“And the bad news?” You wanted to rip the bandaid off and have it be behind you.
“There is nothing I can do about your lung. My ability to heal others is much more limited than my ability to heal myself, recreating your absent lung is beyond my capabilities. I’m sorry.”
His words hung in the air heavily, and you were trying desperately to not start crying. The efforts were all in vain, and you quickly found that you couldn’t keep it in. Frustrated tears bullied their way out of your eyes and poured down your face as the gravity of your situation hit you hard.
This was it. This was the end of your time with the Straw Hat pirates. Your body was permanently changed in a horrible way that you would never recover from.
“I know that this wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but not everything is bad. With some breathing exercises and practice you’ll be able to lead a normal life.” Marco tried to comfort you, but his words were falling on deaf ears.
“Wh-What am I supposed to do now? I can’t be a pirate anymore if I can barely breathe right! I-I’m just going to be dead weight!” You gasped for breath as all of your bottled up fears burst out of you. Your chest burned and throbbed from the activity, begging for you to stop but you couldn’t.
“No one is saying that you can’t. Who knows, maybe you’ll make a miraculous recovery and surprise yourself,” Marco attempted to ease your worries.
“What are the odds of that?” You asked bitterly.
Marco didn’t answer immediately. It seemed like he didn’t have one. Instead, he placed his hands over your chest wound and wisps of blue fire spread across the area. The flames were warm, not hot. An uncomfortable sensation filled your chest and muscle fibers were forced to regrow faster than they should be able to. You chose to close your eyes and try to ignore it.
After a few minutes of this, the fire dispersed and Marco pulled away. You glance down and see that the hole is very much still there, though noticeably more shallow. Marco stood from the bed and searched for some new bandages to cover what was still exposed. 
“You know,” he started, “if you would be interested, perhaps I could make more progress with you if I had more time.”
“What do you mean?” Was he planning on staying here for a longer time?
He returned with a roll of bandages and motioned for you to get ready to sit up. You did so begrudgingly, but were surprised to find the experience not as painful as it previously was. It still hurt, but at a much more manageable level.
“I can’t stay here very long, but if you were to come back with us to the Moby Dick, I may be able to make more progress with your recovery. I can’t guarantee that I’ll ever find a perfect fix for your condition, but if you don’t think you’ll be able to stay with your crew as you are now, then what would be the harm in relocating for a while?” Marco efficiently begins wrapping the bandages around where the injury is.
The proposition leaves you speechless. Could you… Could you do that? Would it truly be okay for you to leave your crew behind for another one, even if it was just temporarily? What would Luffy think? He didn’t even want to let you have this appointment by yourself, how would he react to you actually leaving? 
Sensing your hesitation, Marco continues, “We won’t leave until tomorrow, you have time to mull over this decision.” The bandages are pulled tight and tied in a knot. “I know that Ace would be happy to have you there, I can send him in to talk to you if you would like.”
“No, that’s okay. I’m exhausted and would like to sleep for a while if that’s alright.” At this point, you don’t know if it’s your lack of stamina or stress that is wearing you out. What you do know is that you need some time alone to unpack all of this.
As well as to make a decision. 
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cyborg-franky · 2 months
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Hello,Franky! I'm here to ask if you can do a Yandere Marco fic?(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)
Ohoh it has been a second since I did a yandere. But I also have these written.
Yandere Headcannons Stowaway  Yandere Headcannons [N/SFW] Seasons Yandere Harpy Marco 
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Marco x GN Reader SFW [Tho it's a little IMPLIED for rude things] YANDERE THEMES WC: 800
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Marco wasn’t a jealous man by nature, happy to see his partner flourish and make friends. He smiled watching as you laughed with Thatch, your hand on his arm as you threw your head back in another howling laugh at the joke the chef had made. Marco loved your laugh, seeing you happy made his heart sing. 
But once a month he became someone else, the phoenix inside of him riled up and angry. He was seething with jealousy, an emotion Marco wasn’t used to and wasn’t always sure how to deal with it, especially in a healthy way. He could feel flames roll over his shoulders when he saw you getting close to others, how Ace wrapped his arm around your shoulders and leaned in to whisper something.
Oh, he knew Ace was just a friendly guy and would never encroach on what was his but the phoenix was louder than his rational thinking as he strode over to where you and Ace stood, chuckling at whatever stupid childish thing Ace had said. 
You blinked when Marco’s eyes narrowed, staring down his nose at you with a look of contempt, his lip curled into a sneer as Ace quickly straightened up and jumped back, his arm falling from your shoulder as he cleared his throat. “Hey, Marco,” He nodded politely but Marco’s scathing look was focused solely on you as he replied to Ace without his usually chipper tone. “I think you have duties to be attending to, right?” 
The way those beautiful blue eyes continued to stare you down, causing you to wriggle in discomfort, wilting under the heat from his stare. He was such a laid-back person, you’d never seen him mad. The edge in his voice was causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand, an unpleasant sensation thrummed through you as he clicked his tongue against his teeth when Ace hadn't made any move on leaving you two alone, Marco took his heated stare off of you, fixing it on Ace instead.
“Well?” 
“Oh, Y-yeah,” you could tell how taken aback Ace was at the dismissive way Marco spoke to him, probably feeling the intensity of piercing blue eyes narrowed at him because he almost tripped on his foot when he excused himself.
“And you,” he started when Ace had scurried out of earshot. “Flirting instead of doing your tasks yoi,” He hummed in thought as he slid his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him, using his grip on you to direct you back to his office. “You think taking a longer break is okay because you can’t help yourself?” 
You hated how it was worded like a question but the glint in his eye as he pulled you against him told you he didn’t want your excuses, there was nothing you could say to get out of this. You stammered uselessly and let out an awkward chuckle. “S-sorry.”
“Oh little bird, you think sorry is good enough? I think you need to make up for the time you’ve cost us yoi.” 
Your feet couldn’t keep up with his long elegant strides of haste, his arm left your waist in favor of gripping your wrist painfully. His skin was cold, the phoenix and his rational brain fighting the war for dominance within him. You stumbled when he tugged you into his office, slamming the door behind you both.
“You just can’t be trusted out of my sight, can you?” Marco sighed, tilting his head to one side to watch the emotions flitter across your face as you felt yourself backed against the wall. Unable to take your eyes off the shimmering blue of Marco’s predatory gaze, his half-lidded eyes and lazy smirk firmly in place as you stammered again. He chuckled and put his hands on the wall behind you, boxing you in.
Marco smirked when you closed your eyes, trying to briefly escape the unbearable tension that threatened to drown you. “Well?” he pushed for an answer, you didn’t know what he wanted you to say but standing there like a cornered mouse about to be snatched up in the talon of a hawk wasn’t going to do you any favors. 
“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, cracking open an eye to catch his reaction. His smirk faltered for a second, so fast you thought you’d been seeing things. “Sorry?” he hummed to himself before pushing your legs apart with his knee keeping it between your thighs. “Little bird, you are going to have to show me how sorry you are, I’m your boyfriend after all yoi.” 
“H-how?” you wished you hadn’t asked when you saw the smirk grow, something flashing behind his eyes, not entirely him, nor human. He leaned in, warm breath fanning across your skin, you could feel his lips move, sending a tremble of confused feelings throughout you. “I have some ideas…”
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Yandere!WhiteBeard Pirates x Reader HCs
If you have another member you want me to add, please feel free to ask! These were just the ones I could think of off the top of my head :)
Rules Word Count: 1.4k Spoilers: None TW: Yandere Themes, slight non-con?, abuse
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Whitebeard
The ‘overprotective and overbearing parent’ trope
He’s the one who most likely got you roped into him and his sons’ obsessed grasp
convincing you with promises of a loving family and protection from anyone who would ever want to harm you.
He doesn't have any punishments for you and prefers to leave it up to the others (Marco and Ace)
He would refuse to let you leave the ship under any circumstance, and if he does allow you to leave, he makes sure you're within someone's sight
Unlike the others, he doesn't see you in a romantic light, he sees you as one of his children
He recognizes that he likes you in a different way than he feels about the rest of his sons, but he just kinda chalks it up to you being weaker and way more defenseless than the rest of them.
It's how he justifies his possessiveness over you too. You just need more attention because you can't protect yourself
He'll have your biological family killed, whether you were close to them or not
Why would you need them when you're real families right here?
He has everything he could ever want right within his grasp, and he'd gladly give you it all as well, as long as you obey them
Play along and you might even find being with them enjoyable
As intimidating as Whitebeard can be about where you go and who you're with, he’s a fairly laid-back guy
Do whatever you want whenever you want. The main thing is that you're not leaving the crew in any way.
Stay within sight of someone and you’ll be fine.
Marco
Whitebeard got you on board, but he’s who convinced you to stay
he’ll tell you that you have a sickness of some kind and he just so happens to have the cure, although, it’ll take some time to fully take effect so stay a while! Relax! He and the rest of the crew got you covered :)
I imagine him being very easy to talk too
He'll snitch on you if he catches you or you tell him about doing something out of line tho
He's ridiculously manipulative
He'll guilt trip you for literally anything
"We've given you all this and you're just going to leave? Don't you think you're being selfish, yoi?
Marco is really clingy and likes to hold you in some way.
Usually, he’ll wrap his arms around you or hold your hand.
Not afraid to chain or tie you up to keep you still
he also isn't afraid to break a bone in order to get you to stay, although it's more of a last resort for him
Very regular checkups that are definitely not meant to allude to anything sexual at all, it just always seems to happen to go there coincidentally
Works with Thatch a lot to drug your food
He honestly just loves taking care of you. It makes him so happy when he can fill some sort of caretaker role.
Ace
He's the most violent, either to you or others
He has a bit of a jealous temper when it comes to you and sometimes his emotions just get a little out of control
He'll apologize after, surely you understand why he did it.
He just wants your full, undivided attention, and why would you want to pay attention to anything that's not himself?
He’ll probably put a tattoo on you. Whether that be the crew's symbol or some other sign.
He likes that you have that permanent mark on you to show your gratitude and devotion to your new, loving family
Ace can be violent and jealous, but he’s also extremely oblivious?
Like he notices everything and nothing at all
He'd notice someone flirting with you but then wouldn't realize you're trying to leave if he found you halfway out the window with all of your stuff
It's 50/50 whether he catches onto something or not and you have to pray that he doesn't notice
You’ll have little burn marks all over you from when he’s gotten out of control. Thatch hates them and always scolds Ace for doing so. Marco doesn't mind since it lets him spend more time with you in the infirmary.
Your only scapegoat for him is his sporadic sleep habits
If you catch him while he's asleep, you can have a solid 10 minutes by yourself.
He likes throwing little parties for you on the ship, he really does want you to feel comfortable and safe with them and this is how he goes about it
It's always a lot of fun and he makes sure that he's near you so you don't feel nervous or awkward.
Thatch
the sanest?? Least self-aware??
he’s also gonna be the nicest
Unlike Marco, he will not tell Whitebeard about anything 'bad' you did
Refuses to hurt you in any way, it makes his skin crawl just thinking about him causing you pain
He'll even cook for you! Anything you want. Just tell him and he'll do his best to make it perfect :)
Sometimes he'll drug your food so he can admire your sleeping form
He loves taking care of you while you're asleep
He'll bring you a blanket as your head rests on the kitchen table then he'll sit right next to you and watch, occasionally brushing strands of hair out of your face. Sometimes he might even gently style it for you.
He follows you around like a lost dog
Wouldn’t be opposed to you putting a leash on him
He’d honestly do anything you asked of him, even if it meant killing one of the others
He's suffocatingly clingy and always just seems to be nearby. You can rarely leave his sights.
He absolutely adores the size difference between you two and will constantly hold you in his much larger arms
Every once in a while he'll ask if you want to sit in the kitchen with him while he cooks. He likes to talk to you and especially likes it when you ramble on about anything to him
It's great cause you could rant about how you hate being on the ship and would apologize, laugh it off, and not tell anyone
You'll most likely end up being closest with him due to how friendly and peaceful he is to you
Izo
Izo is very loyal and loving until you disobey one of them in some way
He gets almost emotionless when he's mad and it's terrifying if you're on the receiving end of it
He loves showing you off, especially if you're wearing things he gifted you
Those gifts always consist of jewelry he found or bought. No price is too much if it's for you after all.
He expects you to wear at least a couple of gems at any time. If you don't he gets a little upset and insecure.
"Do you not like it, my love? I can get you something better if you'd like. You can even come with me if you'd prefer."
Some of the jewelry he gives you has little trackers so that they could better find you if you ever managed to escape.
He’d buy you kimonos and stuff too
Really likes to introduce you to his Wano culture and also just loves seeing you in more traditional outfits
He's a samurai and as such, he'll act as a sort of bodyguard for you
You can be the respectable ruler and he'll be your fearless protector
Like Thatch, he also would refuse to harm you, but he has no problem getting Ace or Marco to do it for him
He has zero tolerance for others in public and if he thinks their getting too close or sees them as a threat in any way, he'll kill them right there in front of you
He'd do pretty much anything if it meant you were safe
His loyalty lies with you above anyone else and even though he'll get the others to punish you for your actions, he wouldn't punish you for speaking your thoughts on the entire situation. If anything, he's touched you trust him.
He's very strict about that code of his. He will only ever have you punished for your actions and NOT your thoughts.
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quinloki · 3 months
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I'm not even into yandere normally but I'm thinking about a polyam yandere situation with some of the WBP division commanders. Maybe you were a stowaway, maybe you were a hostage they couldn't bear to get rid of. Regardless you're entrapped between the group of them now. With such a large crew someone always has eyes on you. They rotate you between different DCs to sleep with, like a prized possession they share.
Also, if anyone is too harsh with you, there's always Marco to heal and soothe any injuries. He seems like the softest, most rational one--but in reality he's the most obsessed.
WB lets it happen--anything to keep his sons happy and under control.
Help it's too early to have these thoughts OTL
… you can’t do this to me.
You can’t
I…
Gods -
You get hurt defending one of them- you’re no one really, just some islander, never left your village hardly never mind your island, but the WBP have been protecting the place for half your life. You watched things improve.
Like most people you lookup to them, so when other pirates start a fight with them at port you’re staying out of the way, but you’re also close by. You’re not much of a fighter, but you want to see them fight, you want to witness your heroes being heroes. You’re so unskilled comparatively that you don’t realize that Marco isn’t moving because he knows an attack is coming, you think the attack is working.
Moving before you can speak the realization hits all three of you at once. The pirate turns toward you as Marco turns to see who those third person is, and it all happens just fast enough he can’t stop you from taking the strike. Clumsy and accidental, it’s still deep. Deadly, if not mortal.
The white beard pirates erupt in ferocity - they had been holding back cause they don’t treat weaker crews cruelly, but now someone under their care has been harmed. The battle barely lasts a second after that.
You’re in Marco’s arms, flames flaring around you as he takes you back to the ship. It takes days - fighting off infection and fever with his help, he and some of the other commanders listen your fever dreams - your devotion, and they watch you struggle to live. The offending crew will be on the bottom of the ocean if you don’t pull through.
When you come around there’s a celebration. You are quickly effectively adopted by the crew. You’re so enamored with all of them, these great men you idolize, that you are on your best and kindest behavior. You couldn’t dare to put them out or offend them.
By the time you’re fully recovered you realize that something’s wrong. No one’s talking about how they’ll miss you. No one’s talking about getting you home. They’ve talked about your room, your space, your home and you realize they don’t mean the island.
You stand at the railing of the great ship, so large you hadn’t barely felt the list and tilt of the waves from your recovery bed, and you see naught but sea.
Marco puts a hand on your shoulder and when you look up at him you see a darkened face and fiery eyes, a fierce and demanding gaze hidden in the hooded eyes that always seemed so docile. Thatch, Izou, Ace, and a couple other commanders are standing around. Their kind smiles and warm expressions slightly off just like Marco’s.
Menacing to you with your new understanding.
“Don’t worry, yoi.” Marco says, even and clear voice oddly reassuring, equally terrifying. “We’ll keep you safe, pretty bird.”
And Marco is the constant. It’s his eyes you see in the dim edges of the kitchen when the drugged food Thatch is giving you starts to take effect. Marco sitting in for tea with Izou, while you’re bound in shibari, elegant and beautiful and immobile. Marco who pulls Ace off you when he’s fallen asleep buried inside you and you’re too tried to get out from under him.
Marco who sits on Pops’ shoulder when you’re called to talk to the Captain.
Marco who soothes your rope burns and relieves the ache of bruising marks even as he moves over you, laying you down so sweetly beneath him. Don’t worry sweet little bird, he’ll be so gentle, so precise, so sing for him in that song that no one else gets to hear.
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reareaotaku · 8 months
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Can I get Marco Diaz from star vs the forces of evil headcanons or scenario? Can be yandere or not
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Summary: You and Marco have a steep when you break his heart when not listening to him. [This is the first draft & has been in my drafts since I started this account 💀This is like one of the first asks I got...]
You hummed, sitting on your bed, while doing Star's hair. Marco was across from you, going on and on about something, but weren't listening. You could hear the distant sound of his voice, but the words weren't registering in your mind. In fact, you didn't even realizes stopped talked until Star pinched your arm.
"Ow! That hurt. What was that for?"
Star glared up at you, as she gestured towards Marco.
You looked over at him, tilting your head, "Sorry. I wasn't listening. What were you saying Marco?
He frowned and just turned away, “It doesn't matter. It’s not important.”
You shrugged not thinking to much about it, as you continued to do Star's hair. His frown deepened as he stared at you both. You felt his stare and looked back up at him, but he quickly looked away.
Your eyebrows scrunched up and you looked down at Star, who was avoiding eye contact. You were starting to think that maybe what he had to say was important.
"Um... So Marco how was your day?"
He ignores you and you frown. "Okay, jerk. Be like that."
"What?"
He turns to you and your face irrupts in a bright red.
"Nothing! It's nothing..."
"Well, unlike you, I was listening and I heard you." He stands up, brushing off his jeans, "You know, maybe if you actually listened to people when they talked to you, maybe more people would like you."
"God, what was his problem?" You groan to Star when he leaves.
She fiddles with her hands, before looking up at you, "Well, he has a point. He was pouring his heart out to you and you ignored him."
"Pouring his heart out?" You let out a forced chuckle, rolling your eyes, "Yeah. And I'm an elephant."
Star groans, before tapping her chin. She had to find a way to get you together. A smile over took her face as her mind went to how she could play match maker and finally get you to see that you and Marco were made for each other.
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nrhshm · 2 years
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Hello again! I'm so glad you're back!! I've read your yandere scenarios and MAN did they give me the chills!! And it fits the characters PERFECTLY!!!
I was wondering if you may do a Marco Yandere one? Not necessarily platonic, but the cringy cliche romance that yandere stories usually have. Thank you!!
I'll be fair with you reader, I couldn't go any further than what I've originally written. Didn't want to go off character too, butttt I hope you enjoy it tho.😎
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Yandere Marco headcannons
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° S/o is reader
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° SFW
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°° Here's an ordinary stereotypical Marco: Chill, laidback, workaholic (ironically enough), and pretty mundane. It's as if nothing in the world could faze this bluebird. A man who knows exactly how to lighten your mood, make you laugh, and keep you relaxed for the day.
°° Even for a yandere version of himself, he's still utterly unfazeable.
°° All nice and well till the issue includes you, the only other line he will not tolerate anyone crossing. Under such circumstances this man, will show absolutely NO mercy.
°° The moment you show a sign of discomfort, his sharpened instincts would have caught on the rest of the story. You tripped and fell down? Ah no problem, he'll passively scold you and treat your wound, maybe add hint of mushy teasing to it.
°° Oh boy. Someone caused you harm? SOMEONE? The silent treatment that he'll give you for the rest of the hour means danger, bloodlust, a straight out death-row to that daring bastard.
°° You think he'll tell Pops about it? It's far-fetched. Marco knows involving Whitebeard is a waste of time and effort, the old man will be more considerate in his punishment, regardless of how grave the situation is. That's why this angrybird will take matters into his own hands.
°° He'll calmly walk over to the assulter, his usual lazy stare is now unreadable, and using his HUMONGOUS height to tower over his enemy. By now, the man is already in tears, wanting to escape, but Marco grabs his hand and drags him away from sight.
°° What exactly happened after that... you're not sure. All you know is that the following day you woke up faceplanted in you're boyfriend's tattooed chest, his eyes closed and breathing consistently. And the so called "bastard"? You never saw a darn trace of him again, even asking about him lead you to nothing. He literally vanished, in one night.
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"No need to bother yourself with it- yoi. It was a small matter and I took care of it thoroughly."
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"But what did you exactly do?"
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He ponders for a bit, smiling maliciously.
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"I made sure to show him that you're mine. And.. MINE. ALONE. Is that clear enough?"
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onepiece-of-yandere · 2 years
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Yandere Prompts
Taken from @/ drxwsyni
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Hello! I miss writing yandere and I found this list. I will be doing each prompt ONCE so please send me TWO character to choose from as well as TWO prompts. Please remember your please and thank yous!
Example: 'Hey Franky, can I have Ace or Marco for prompt 3 or 8 please!'
Also pleas state if you'd rather SFW only [as some might inspire me to N/SFW]
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1. “You look so beautiful like this…covered in all of my marks.”
2. “C’mon, what are you gonna do with that? I know you don’t have it in you to hurt me.”
3. “You should know by now that I don’t take disobedience lightly.” Crocodile
4. “You know how dangerous it is out there. You’re so much safer with me.”
5. “You’ve been so good for me. Don’t ruin it like this.”
6. “I just want to keep you safe. Is that such a bad thing?”
7. “You’re weak. You need me.”
8. “Well would you look at that. She/they can listen.” Doffy
9. “Don’t even fucking look at the door. I am trying to have some faith in you after all.”
10. “Do I need to remind you what happened last time you acted out? Because I will if you keep pushing me.” Marco
11. “Sweetheart…what are you doing?” Roger/Rayleigh
12. “I’m sorry, I know it hurts.”
13. “I didn’t quite hear that, care to repeat yourself?”
14. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t so goddamn reckless.”
15. “Aw, are you gonna cry? Go ahead, it’s not gonna change anything.”
16. “I know how fucked up this is. It’s just―there’s no other way I can keep you safe.” Corazon
17. “You look so cute―scared and shaking under my touch.”
18. “Damn, you’re a lot faster than I thought.”
19. “This is what would happen if I didn’t take care of you.”
20. “See, it isn’t so bad. Just relax, okay?”
21. “Isn’t this better―you not fighting me for once?”
22. “I love you, and I know you love me too. Even if you refuse to admit it.” Ace
23. “It’s okay, I know you’re just not used to being cared for so much.” Corazon
24. “If I don’t mark you then how else will everyone know to stay away?” Kid
25. “You know I don’t like doing this but you’re being too feisty.”
26. “You didn’t answer my calls or texts, what else was I supposed to do?”
27. “Shh, don’t cry. You’re safe with me.”
28. “What, you thought you were just gonna get away with that?” Roger/Rayleigh
29. “I should’ve done this sooner. It’s what you deserve for being such a fucking brat.” Law
30. “Don’t you dare fucking try it. You know you can’t outrun me.”
31. “Please don’t leave. I promise I’ll fix this just―don’t leave me here alone.” Usopp or Sanji
32. “So fucking good for me. So perfect…and all mine.”
33. “Hold still, I don’t wanna cut you.” Law
34. “It’s okay, just go to sleep baby.”
35. “See―you look pretty.”
36. “You went out yesterday. Stay here, I’m still tired.”
37. “I-I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was just scared! You were going to leave me!” Ace
38. “I’ll make you feel so good you won’t even be able to think about anyone else.”
39. “You can deny it all you want, but your body is telling a different story.” 40. “I’ll admit, that was a good hit. But now you’re gonna pay.” Marco
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2smolbeans · 6 months
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Part 1 Part 2.5 character info
He let out a soft series of chuckles. Staring at you with a pitiful look, showing an expression of fake sympathy.
"I don't love you, and I never will. Not even if you beg and try. "
Love Me, Love Me Not (2)
Yandere Best Friend x Obstacle Reader
*unedited
Tags: small description of Nsfw- they don't fuck, self loathing, hostage keeping, one sided attraction, betrayal, mentions of previous friendships the yandere broke, slight angst, yandere is attracted to someone else, escape planning, mentions of a previous murder victim, reader is complicit to the murders, guilt, past memories.
Disclaimer: This is just a scenario I thought of with an Oc! So nothing is really 'official' or canon-
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You look at the door, contemplating your next move. It's right there, just staring at you. The latch was loose, Marco didn't consficate the butter knife like he did usually whenever the two of you ate, and he was no where to be seen. It was so fucking conveinent, so perfect. Too perfect...Maybe you were just paranoid. The latch. The door. Just do it. Run. Sprint. Why were you panicking? This was all on you now. Your legs were shaking as you wobbled your way towards the door, grabbing the butterknife that you were previously cutting the lamb chops with. Trembling, you tried to bust open the secuirty latch. But ultimately you ended up throwing the butterknife into the sink.
Falling onto the couch, grabbing a soft pillow as a soother, you let out a frustrated scream. It's better to be safe than sorry. If anything, Marco could be hiding behind the door waiting for you. For all you know, Marco could be waiting outside the apartment complex exits, standing by while he prepares to tackle you when you finally rush outside. He could be testing you. Why wouldn’t he? It was just predictable. You knew better than to assume that Marco would freely let you loose.
So you waited, and waited. The more time passed, the more you started second guessing your choice. Wow, maybe he was just clumsy. For what seemed like forever, Marco finally rushed into the room, slamming the door open before closing it shut.
"Did I scare ya?"
He smugly spoke, swaying his way towards you while he dragged two suitcases. Stiff from the frozen fear that had shot you in the chest, you only stared at Marco wide eyed.
"I'll take that as a yes..? Anyways stay put, I just need to do this real quick.."
Peeking into the contents of the suitcases, you heard Marco examine and fix the locks. Noticing that one of the latches were left loose, Marco turned back to look at you- surpirsed yet expecting this from you. You stayed, you're still here.
Huh...
While Marco was preoccupied with himself, you reached out into one of the luggages. It was your stuff! Holding out an old shirt of yours, you let out an accidental gasp.
"Oh yeah, I figured that you might want a few things of yours. I mean I can't have my roomie empty handed~"
Underwear, socks, shirts- everything! He even brought a few extra things like your plushies and accessories! Smiling, you thanked him while you zipped up the zipper of the suitcase.
"No problem dude! Anyways you can go do whatever, fool around in your room or something. I dunno?"
Can you leave?
"Hahaha! HA! You're hilarious!"
Scoffing, you nudged Marco's shoulder, making your way to your 'bedroom'. Closing the door behind you, you took out all of your belongings from the two suitcases. Searching through the pile of stuff you had, you managed to find your phone! Immediately powering it on, you tried calling the authorities. Even trying to turn on your mobile data so that you could contact somebody through your socials. Though expectantly, your phone had blocked all of those options. No service, no nothing. Scrolling through the photo gallery, you looked at the photos you took, all the stupid screenshots you saved. You and him, it's always been the two of you. Of course, sometimes it would be you, him, and.. Matheias and Angela.. You just stare at their faces, feeling nothing as you observe their smiles. You were all so happy back then..
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Matheias screamed as he lunged himself towards Marco, crying as his sobs echoed the room. Quickly, you grabbed Matheias by the arm, struggling to keep him still as he dragged you along with him. You shouted at Matheias, scolding him while also begging him to calm down as he continued to howl at Marco. Trying your best to keep Matheias away from Marco, you were forced onto the floor as Matheias shoved you away from him. Showing concern, Marco rushed towards you, trying to help you back on your feet.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER- HOW COULD YOU?!"
He screeched, throwing chairs, his face red with anger. Helping you up, Marco cautiously approached Matheias- holding his two palms up as he slowly approached. Calmly, Marco tried to speak to Matheias.
"Come on..Please let's not do this. Not now - just not now, okay? Please, let's just talk this out-"
Panicked, Matheias threw something at Marco, trying to keep more distance.
"LIAR! You fucking CUNT!"
Persistent, Marco was beginning to lose his composure. His voice was now on the verge of shaky tears as he lowered himself to Matheias's height level.
"P-Please..We just- it's her- fucking hell.. Come on Matheias! Really man?"
The more Marco spoke with sincerity, the more Matheias reacted. The more Marco tried to reach out to Matheias, his grieving work buddy.. His best friend..The more terrified you saw Matheias get.
"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. You're sick- Stop that. Those aren't real.."
Trying to descalate the situation, you spoke firmly towards Matheias. Enough is enough. You've had it with the accusations about Marco, the delusions and rumors Matheias had accumulated about him. It was tiring seeing Matheias grow bitter against the only person trying to hold everyone together. You were annoyed with how he was reacting. Everyone was mourning, nobody was themselves. You understand that, you can sympthazie with him. You're also hurting. You miss her too. It was just the three of you now. So why, out of all people, he could've chosen to take his anger out, did it have to be Marco? Hysterically, Matheias let out a series of laughs. Rolling his eyes as he pointed a finger at you.
"Oh yeah! Of course you believe him! I think I know why. Trying to get some brownie points aren't you?"
He marched towards you, keeping his finger pointed at you. His voice so loud and angry, it began to ring your ears.
"It's always been like that! Don't you find it fucking unfair how he's always the innocent little sheep in every sitaution?!"
He let out an exasperated breath, his hands aggressively flying everywhere.
"But NOOOOOO! EVERYONE LOVESSS MARCO! The fucking psychopath. Fucking murderer. And I'm the only one that fucking knows!"
Stop it, you beg. You're being delusional, you cried. You held back your tongue, knowing that Matheias wasn't being himself. He always had an issue with his temper, so you knew you had to be patient with him. But you've done that so many times throughout the friendship. It's beginning to run thin. Espically now.
"Why don't you just say it huh? Why don't you just admit it? Tell him. Just fucking-"
Out of instinct, you rushed towards Matheias. Raising your hand as the palm of it harshly came into contact with his face. Tears streaming down your cheeks, you slap him again..And again..And again..Stopping when Marco had to pull you away from him. Holding you in a hug as the hiccups and sniffles begin to escape you.
It was quiet for a while. Your sniffles and his loud, hyperventilating breathes were the only thing left in the room. You remember the look in his eyes, the grief he felt when he saw Marco shake his head dissapointingly. As tension filled the room, suffocating the three of you in an uncomfortable moment- unsure of what was to happen next. Matheias finally spoke up, defeated as he slammed his hand against the table. Memorial cards, photographs, and sympathy letters falling onto the ground.
"..You know what? Fine. Suit yourself. But she's gone, and I know who fucking did it. Sooner or later, you'll know I'm right. And when you do, you'll be wishing that you listened to me."
Without a word, Matheias grabbed a memorial card. Shoving chairs out of his way while he walked out the door. With a final glance, he looked at Marco, and then at you. Scowling, he shut the door violently, leaving you and Marco alone.
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Your eyes burned as you stared at the ground. Your body feeling limp as you pressed your back against the bedframe for support. Matheias was always the smart fucker of the group..You wonder how he'd react if he knew what was going on. Probably with a snarky remark of how "I told you so!". Funny how the end of their close bond was the start of yours. You want to cry, to get rid of this awful feel that brewed inside of you. But you can't. Maybe it was your body's way of punishing you for being such an awful human being.
Yeah sit with your guilt. Let it simmer with no outlet to release it.
Looking at the screen, you decided to check out your notes. Scrolling through them, you recalled how you always used it as a personal diary rather than a proper agenda tool. Just a pile of insecurities about your crush on a friend who clearly had the hots for someone else. A bunch of useless shit that you bitched about. A series of notes that revealed what type of selfish person you truly were.
Last opened a week ago...?
What?
Your heart sank as you looked at the bottom of each note.
Each note, every single one of them, he read them all. All the words you said to yourself, all the thoughts that you had- he knew about it. You went rigid the more you thought about it. Before..Was he playing with your feelings? He knowingly roped you into this shitfest because he knew he had you wrapped around his little finger. You were the perfect loyal pawn that helped him clean the messes.
Hahaha. Haha. Ha.
That's hilarious, isn't it? You stand up, furious of how stupidly feeble you felt. You pick up the clothes and your belongings and organize them in their rightful place. The couch, when he touched you like that..It was just to keep you on your toes, to keep you obedient. Your 'reward' for being so good.. Pissed, you started to pace around your room. That's it, you want out. You should've left the room when you had the chance. You lay there on the floor, mind numb as you stare into nothingness. That poor girlfriend, whoever they are, hoped they were okay. Why did Marco like them again? How did they even meet? Do you even remember what she looks like? You should know, he's talked about her so many times you've lost count. Charlie? Ashlyn? Abby? No.. none of those sounded right. Does it matter in the end? You should be worrying about yourself.
What if you tied your clothes and made a makeshift rope? Looking down through the window, you grimaced as you thought about it. It's too high. You're on the highest floor of the building. You laughed at another desperate thought that came up. What if you fought Marco yourself? Sure, yeah, if you wanted to get suplexed to death. Right, fight the 6'2 "maniac who goes to the gym every week and could easily pick you up like a ragdoll. There has to be someway.. Who knows how long he really plans on keeping you. It was so easy for him to drop Matheias, someone he knew longer than you - and swiftly wiped Angela off the face of the earth. You're next. Time was ticking. You sat there for a while. Thinking to yourself. Did Marco really care about anything other than himself? Is he capable of emotion? He has some capability, or maybe he plays the illusion that he does fairly well.
Without another thought, you got up, walking towards his room. Knocking the door, you called his name. No answer. You knock again. No answer. You try opening the door to check if he's inside. It's locked. Going to the front door, you began to play with the locks. Loudly banging them against the doorframe, the metalic sounds echoing the entire room. Still no response. Using this opportunity, you scan the entire apartment, looking for anything you could use or take note of. But you couldn’t think of anything. Deciding to go back to your room, you try to get some shut eye. Changing into some nightwear to get comfortable.
Eventually, you were able to find yourself melting into the matress. Dreaming about what could've been, you were sound asleep. You wished you could've stayed like that forever. Blissful and full of rest. However, it was short-lived as you felt yourself being lifted up. Groggily, you were brought up onto your knees. Slowly, you were propped up at a certain position while a warm breath fanned against the back of your neck. Your back was pressed against his chest, legs spread apart, and hands on both sides of your thighs. Fully awake and aware, you froze as you felt his hands play with your chest - barely grazing at your nipples. Alert, you tried to turn your body away from his wandering hands. Out of protest against your reaction, Marco hushed you as he pushed you back to the position.
"Ah ah ah. Nono. Stay put for me okay? Trust me"
It felt so foreign with the way he spoke to you with such geniune softness. You couldn't help but lean further against his body as he began to travel his hands further down your lower half.
"You've been so good, such a good friend to me..I've never really thanked you properly, so I'll do it now..Yeah?"
His hands now grabbing onto the waistband of your pajama pants, you went paralyzed. Why was he doing this?
"You deserve it. That's why.. Do you not like this?"
What about her? Doesn't he hate you for standing in the way?
"Just answer my question. Do you like this or not?"
You were starting to get on his nerves. So quietly, you meekly squeaked for him to continue. Even though you knew you should've denied his offer and advances, you still couldn't help but fall into him. So, lifting your hips up, you allowed him to pull your pants down.
"I just want to make it up to you, that's all..You'd enjoy something like this afterall.."
Rubbing all the right places, going at that perfect rhythmic pace, focusing on your body movements. He made sure to treat you carefully, leaving gentle kisses along your neck as he watched your chest rise up and down. Back and fourth, he left your mind in a daze as he whispered those sweet praises into your ears.
"Finally got what you wanted, huh? How long have you been thinking of this for? Hah.. And don't lie to me, I know everything.."
You didn't answer him as you focused on chasing your release. Your hands pathetically gripping onto his arms while you whined as his hands continued to play and stroke at your sex.
"It's only fair. I realised if you hadn't helped me, I would've been so lost..So good job. You did so well for me. You earned this"
Twisting and brewing, you felt the heat inside you threaten to spill as he changed his pace. His hands now trying to chass the pleasure out of you while you quivered underneath him. You were close, so close to tipping over the edge.
"I love you"
With those words that you so desperately fantasized about for years, you felt the heat in your body spread. Milking out your orgasm, Marco continued at the same rhythm, pulling his hand away after he felt you try to shove him off. Getting off the bed as he left you there to calm down, he wiped his hands dry. Smirking at you as if he had just pulled the world's most amazing prank.
"I did good didn't I?"
....What the fuck was that? Why in the hell did you say yes? Why the fuck did he- Looking at him in confusion, you pulled up your pants. Giving him a look that demanded an answer.
"Okayy fine. I just felt like it. Plus it's fun seeing you melt like puddy!"
Huh? You felt dumbfounded as he kept walking around the dark room. The moonlight providing the only source of light to the bedroom.
"It's funny..You like me. I've known that for a while..Even before the notes. You were never really a good liar."
He let out a soft series of chuckles. Staring at you with a pitiful look, showing an expression of fake sympathy.
"I don't love you, and I never will. Not even if you beg and try. "
He leaned close to your face, his hands caressing your cheek.
"I only said it to get your rocks off. And clearly..It worked~"
Well fucking ouch..A pang went through your chest as Marco moved away from you. Disregarding your feelings he kept going, the softness and genuie warmth you felt earlier, disintegrated into nothingness. Like a flip switched inside him, he was back to his comedic cold personality.
"Ohh hun..Please don't be dissapointed. I wasn't lying when I said you deserved every second of that moment.."
Circling the room, he continued to monolog casually.
"Afterall for being such an obedient dog staying put in the room..You deserved a little treat!"
Patting your head to further squeeze out the feelings in your heart, Marco left the room.
"I'll see you tommorow okay? Dream about me~"
Alone by yourself again as you laid your body on the bed. You curled yourself into a ball, grabbing all the blankets, hugging them for some comfort. His words replayed in your head, trying to process what just happened. He was fucking with you. But why? Why like that? Staring up at the ceiling with your back on the bed, you muttered a few words while you felt the shame creep up on you.
What an asshole.
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Part 3 coming soon!
You looked at her in horror as she sat there on the chair, tied up and gagged. Her face was stained with fresh tears as she struggled against her restraints. Oh god, did things not go well with her and Marco? Why was she here? You tried calming her down as she thrashed around, threatening to tip over the chair.
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onmyyan · 1 month
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Out of all of your yans who handles "fights" with his darling the best and who handles them the worst (I know all of them would rather eat nails than fight with their darling but let's say the subject is something that they take really seriously and couldn't just let slide, like their darling's safety/their darling is doing something really reckless)
I love this ask, in order from best to worst
Caspian is the best with fights because he never leaves them unresolved, he knows you so well, so deeply, he can tell exactly what's wrong with you, and knows exactly what to say to make you forget you were mad in the first place.
Ricky comes in a close second, the only reason he doesn't take first is because his stubborn ass takes a bit longer than Cas to start kissing your feet, no matter the subject of the fight he doesn't let either of you leave the house mad or go to sleep angry, he's an excellent communicator and even better listener.
Ashley comes in third, he can be a little hard-headed but genuinely does his best to understand, he knows he's a big, intimidating man so if he gets real angry he'll leave the house for a bit to avoid scaring you, when he comes back he looks like a kicked puppy, the subject of the fight forgotten completely, overwhelmed by the desire to be holding you again.
Gabe comes in fourth because he's a little dumb and can sometimes take a minute to realize he's done something to piss you off, once he realizes it game over, falls to his knees and spends all day making it right, he's genuinely sorry and you can feel it in the way he holds you, how he stares.
Marcos is second to last because his ego and pride often get in the way, he will eventually come around, if only to get you talking to him again, he thinks he's right all of the time, comes with the territory of being a Scorpio, and it's semi infuriating, but eventually he always comes crawling back with his tail between his legs, a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a blunt to say he's sorry.
Manny is the worst to get into fights with because Manny is scary when he gets mad, it's never at you, but his anger and seething hatred for others has caused a few fights between you, and while his white hot rage wasn't directed at you directly, it scared you, to know he was capable of being so angry, so hateful, so he's down here for that reason of course he can't stay mad once he sees that fearful look on your face, he's quick to switch his anger off and coddle you, cooing and holding your face softly, apologizing between kisses
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missallsundaes · 2 years
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Marco for event? Thank you!
I hope you're okay,, with yandere.... the song forced my hand anon
cw yandere, stalking, obsession.
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An Unhealthy Obsession - The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra
We'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part oh you don't know it yet but baby I've already got your heart.
The phoenix settled into the branches in the tree outside your house, flames quelled as much as he could, trying to hide himself in the foliage without alerting you. He wasn't quite ready for you to know that he had his eye on you. He had since he met you during his first set of rounds on Sphinx, introducing himself to the small village.
And oh, how you had lit his heart up more than he had expected. He couldn't get you out of his head, thinking about you constantly, not a day went by now that he didn't make an effort to see you in some way or another. A check in from the doctor, a "chance" meeting at the market, oh he just happened to have an extra latte and croissant with your name on it, it'd be rude to refuse him.
And when that failed, the branch he was on now was perfect to watch you. Something about you excited the phoenix, roused his zoan to mark you as his, his mate, his aching heart beating for this new purpose: you.
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cyborg-franky · 1 year
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Can you do a yandere marco where he finds out the female he kidnapped nests for comfort and his male bird instincts kick in of gathering things for her nest and bringing her food and gifts to convince her that he’s the perfect mate for her please
I don't write female reader. I hope you still enjoy this though!
Marco x GN Reader SFW YANDERE THEMES
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You missed your island, your home, your life.
You’d heard the Whitebeard Pirates were kind people, they protected places, your home included.
But you had no idea you’d have caught the eye of the commander of the first division, nor did you think you’d have ended up in this room, far away from everything and everyone you’d known and loved.
He’d said something about what if we stopped protecting your island? And you’d taken it very much the threat it had been intended and had gone with Marco without a second thought. 
You hated your situation but you had a feeling you’d have been snatched by the zoan regardless of your answer and at least this way you wouldn’t feel the guilt of being the reason your home and friends would have been doomed.
The boat swayed in the storm brewing out on the sea, only a little, enough to lull you into feeling sleepy. The first time you’d truly let exhaustion overcome you and sleep fill you.
You grabbed up all the blankets you could find, making a comfy nest on the bed, just wanting to bundle up and be warm, seeking desperately the comfort the softness around could provide.
Grasping at anything to help you feel less terrified.
You were fluffing up pillows when the door opened and you glanced over your shoulder fearfully, seeing the tall blond and that growing lazy smile into a lop-sided smirk as his piercing blue eyes focused on what you were doing. He clicked his tongue and tilted his head to one side.
“Making a nest little bird?” He asked and stepped closer, shutting and locking the door behind him before he looked at the set up.
“Not a nest,” You mumbled and gripped the sheet, feeling instantly uneasy in the presence of the zoan. Who tutted before letting out a light-hearted chuckle, like he hadn’t forced you here against your will.
His birdbrain was running a mile a minute, this was his mate and he needed to provide for them.
He started to move around the room, going for a large chest in the corner and pulling out even more blankets, getting on the bed with you he started to arrange them.
You watched with wide eyes as he trilled under his breath, happy to be helping make a nest for him and his mate. You flinched when he turned to look at you again, eyes half-lided as he encroached on your personal space, pinning you against the headboard.
“This will be perfect yoi.” He hummed and leaned down, whispering into your ear about what a pretty little mate you were for him. You felt his hot breath on your ear and you felt a tremble overtake your body, feeling his hand under your chin.
Marco pulled away, tilting your chin up and looking down his nose at your terrified expression, the grin spreading across his face, a feral look on his face. “Mine.” 
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Welcome to the official blog for the visual novel series, Eat Your Heart Valentine!
This blog contains artwork for the various characters, fun little scenarios, and more!
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This blog has a few warnings that come with it!
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The contents of the games, and thus the blog, include but are not limited to:
♥︎ yandere
♥︎ gore/guro
♥︎ stalking
♥︎ self harm
♥︎ abuse
♥︎ unhealthy relationships
♥︎ violence
♥︎ trauma
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Eat Your Heart Valentine! (2019)
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Harv (tag)
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quinloki · 2 months
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What do you think the punishment for willingly going with teach is when they’re hunted down, caught and brought back to the moby dick?
Its getting me thinking, it would definitely be a lot greater because someone almost died
Would thatch be the main one dishing it out? (Pun intended)
Oh Nonnie wants me to go dark dark, huh?
Cw: dark themes, sensory deprivation, gas lighting, mentions of amputation and torture as possibilities, referring to reader as a toy or thing,
I feel like there would be a lot of depravation - and Thatch would definitely be the one who would decide when it was over, considering his near death experience.
I feel like you’d be isolated, some small interior room with no windows, no clothes. You get food when they give it to you, and maybe a bucket.
The irony being it wouldn’t be all that different from being consumed by Teach’s Devil fruit power.
If they do let you out of the room, your senses are still bound - blind folds, ear plugs, hands and feet bound, etc. you still need sun and exercise and such, it’s a punishment not an execution.
But you lose all rights for a while. No one will speak to you. No matter what you say or how you beg or apologize it won’t matter. There’s no safe word to spare you, no apology you can offer.
Once you’re near to breaking from it all, the binds will come off. They’ll have a conversation with you, tell you how they forgive you, how good you did enduring your punishment, how they know you’ll never abandoned them like that again.
And you agree.
The next few days you’re tangled up in all of them until you pass out. You’re sure things don’t end at that point, you’re always clean and bandaged the next day, if not sore to your bones. It’s only when Marco’s powers can’t quite heal you that they start to let you truly rest.
Now, admittedly, I can see punishments being far worse - actual torture, possible mutilation, branding, even amputation (not gonna run away without legs, no matter what you promise, etc.) but I personally don’t see any of them being *that* kind of yandere or dark.
Honestly, they’re just too powerful to feel a need to go to such an extreme. Izou and Marco are too strategic to let someone push them to that point. Thatch probably wants his sweet little doll completely unmarred as well. They wouldn’t risk anything Marco couldn’t heal, and gratefully his healing for others is limited.
Yandere Doffy, or Teach too. Buggy even. I can see them being that kind of twisted. (Doffy promises you won’t miss your legs, he can string you along so easily.)
Crocodile… nah, he’s too much of a planner and a controller. He doesn’t like breaking his things either.
Yandere Akainu would be terrifying. That’s a real body horror story if ever there was one. Yandere Shanks would only be less extreme cause that observation haki of his gives him so much control.
Yandere Kid could get ugly - he doesn’t mind breaking his things. I just think he puts effort into avoiding it because it feels like he did something wrong if he’s forced to break a toy.
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