arcanao

[arcanao]

im writing a southern gothic yandere piece but i can't choose who i want to be the ML ahhhhhhhh

[arcanao]

can I request a izana x reader where she's a princess and he's a pirate. They met once as kids and he became convinced he met his soulmate ever since. After becoming an infamous pirate he comes back only to hear that she was a day away from marrying someone else so he sends the rest of tenjiku to bring her to him while he deals with the suitor

hi ! so I read your original ask a while ago and I wrote without checking what you really wanted I only had the concept in mind, I hope you'll still like it ! I'll try to write more this week since I have a free time. sorry for the silence, I'll try to post more again.

this kinda did a number on me and I wrote a lot, hope you'll enjoy it !

MINORS DNI

word count: 3689 tw: yandere, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, izana is his own warning, period typical misogyny, parental abuse, arranged marriage (not with izana), a bit nsfw, hair pulling, leg humping, dub con, kidnapping, period typical violence, (ooc izana ? maybe)

✤your childhood now feels like a fever dream… the sand under your feet, the damp air of the sea, white hair flying in the wind, tanned skin shining in the sun. as the daughter of an admiral, you grew sheltered, barely having any friends and no family because your mother died when you were only an infant. with maybe the exception of izana… ✤you caught him sneaking around in your mansion one time, wandering in the gardens. he was afraid you’d tell on him and that he’d get some harsh punishment when all he wanted was just to see what that grand house was about. you took pity on him and agreed to keep your mouth shut as long as he became your friend, which he reluctantly accepted.

✤izana had a difficult personality to say the least, not that you could really afford to be picky about your only friend, getting close to him was a hard task. He opened up to you very slowly, barely interested in any of what you were saying. 

✤it was only one day, on a particularly shiny summer, that he finally started to be interested in what you were saying.

✤your knuckles were stained with your own tears as you watched your father’s ship disappear into the sea’s horizon. the soft breeze did little to console you, just like izana who looked either particularly awkward either didn’t really care much. how you wished you could accompany your father at sea instead of staying alone in that cold manor. you knew they said women brought bad luck on boats but still… How you wanted to discover the world. you choked back a few sobs before opening your mouth gently.

"did… do you… don’t you wanna go see the sea too ?"

✤izana’s eyes shone like they never did before, his hand landing on your damp knuckles and he smiled gently.

"it’s like you were asking me if I wanted to be free. of course i do, no one can be freer on land than on sea."

"is it your dream ?" 

✤he noded eagerly.

"imagine owning your own boat, going wherever you like, not caring about what anyone has to say about it, exploring the world and its treasures…"

✤your cries immediately stopped, that was the first time you saw izana looking so happy, he usually looked so… empty but now he was chattering like his life depended on it. you giggled as he kept going, his cheek flushing a dark red.

"what ? are you mocking me ?"

"no… it’s just… hearing you talk like that is so refreshing, you look cute."

✤he grew even redder, pestering you. it was one of the best afternoons of your life. ever since then, you grew closer, chatting about what the world had to offer and of course, as time went by, feelings developed. you were 14 when izana and you were separated.

✤grabbing your sore cheek, you made your way into the garden. even if you loved your father, he was still a strict man and harsh when it came to discipline. and let’s say that for a ‘proper’ lady, such as yourself, it wasn’t appropriate to hang out with strays (his own words) like izana. tears filled your eyes, you didn’t want to stop talking to izana but you also didn’t want to disappoint your father.

"what happened ?"

✤izana got up instantly when he saw you, the red on your cheek a stark reminder of the scolding you just received. 

"did someone hit you ? who ?"

✤izana cupped your cheek, a strange glint in his eyes.

"i… i want us to stop seeing each other."

✤cold. the atmosphere suddenly became so cold in an instant despite the scorching heat and you held back a sob, not daring to look up at izana. 

"so what ? now that you had your fun with me you want to throw me away ?"

✤he grabbed your wrist, pulling you forward. 

"you think you can decide ? after everything ? you still think you’re not- !"

"you there ! you scoundrel !"

✤your father came up with 5 men who seized izana.

"you think you can do whatever you want with my daughter ? i’ll show you, you dirty bilge rat !"

"father no ! that’s not- !"

"let not another word escape your lips daughter or I shall kill this dog this moment, don’t you think you humiliated me enough !?"

✤you looked at your feet, terrified of the fate your father decided for izana, who was taken away. his gaze never left you, looking at you with a horrifying glint. that’s the last time you saw him…

✤this didn’t mean you forgot him. quite the opposite… everyday you lived with the guilt of not saving him. nut what were you meant to do ? you couldn’t do anything for anyone, you were a stupid little girl who couldn’t help anyone nor yourself. each time, you fell asleep in your sheets, dreaming of what could have been… this went until your 19th birthday, where it was finally time for you to marry. he was a good man, gentle, not particularly good looking nor ugly, just average. not like you had much of a choice anyway.

✤you looked at your feet as the maids finished lacing your corset, tying it so much that your guts were almost spilling out and somehow you wished they would. there is only one man for whom you want to wear that kind of dress, but it was impossible.

"you look magnificent, my lady."

"thank you."

✤you said without meaning it, glancing towards the mirror you watched the veil cover your face, hiding your lifeless eyes away. futy, honor and sacrifice, as your teacher always repeated you. this was our karma for abandoning him, you persuaded yourself. a soft knock resounded at your door. 

"yes my lord."

✤the maid opened the door to your father, his eyes filled with tears.

"i can’t believe my baby girl is getting married today…"

✤he hugged you but you didn’t answer the tender gesture. 

"i’m so glad you’re such an obedient and reasonable girl, your husband will be very lucky to have you."

✤you nodded, looking at the ground as he pulled your arm around his.

"come on, let’s not make your husband wait another second longer for you."

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

✤the organ was deafening in the church and each step you made towards the altar heavier than before. your husband looked genuinely happy, whereas your happiness was feigned. when your father let go of your arm, the other man grabbed your hand happily, smiling at you. you could only respond with a small and sad grin, hoping that the veil hid the sorrow in your eyes. 

"we are here to celebrate the union of two souls."

✤the priest’s voice interrupted the small moment between you and your husband. you didn’t pay much of what else the priest said, until it was finally time to make your vows.

"do you, Lord Edward of York, take  Lady [Name] of the Isles to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" »"

✤lord edward smiled as he brought your knuckles to his mouth, kissing them tenderly.

« I, Edward, take you, [Name], to be my lawfully wedded wife,to have and to hold from this day  forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part. »

✤until death do us part seemed like a long time… the priest then turned towards you.

"Do you, Lady [Name] of the Isles, take Lord Edward of York to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?"

"I… I,  Lady [Name] of the Isles, take-…"

✤suddenly there was some agitation outside, a ruckus caused by the homeless man who roamed around the church earlier or…

"well well… it’s not good having all the fun without us…"

"Pi… pi… pi… PIRATES !"

✤the crowd screamed as dozens of men made their way inside laughing, smiling like hungry wolves. and amongst them… his hair had gotten slightly longer, his skin more tan and his eyes… empty, even more than yours.izana. he was here, he was alive. if the context was different you’d be happy to see him but his ‘friends’ armed to the teeth meant only one thing : he was here for revenge.

✤your husband furrowed his brows, unsheathing the sword at his side. 

"[Name], the back door, go and get help and then get to safety."

"but-…"

"no buts, no one is putting my woman’s safety at risk."

✤you nodded reluctantly, making your way towards the backdoor, when you twisted the knob, an imposing form blocked your way.

"that’s not where the main show is little missy."

✤his grin sent shivers down your spines, the back of his hands tattooed with symbols you couldn’t understand, a chain dangling from his left ear. he yanked you by the wrist harshly, bringing you back to the altar.

"unhand me this instant !"

✤but it was no use.

"captain, she is here !"

✤he lifted you by the arm, making you stand up on the tip of your toes, it hurt so bad you almost shed a tear. izana lifted his gaze, unseating his sword from your husband’s belly, his limp form falling on the floor. you gasped as your old friend made his way to you. he yanked your hair back, forcing you to meet his eyes — a cruel smirk dancing on his lips

"wow you look awful. Is that getting married feel like ?"

"izana…"

✤you gritted through your teeth, not out of anger more out of disbelief.

"damn you still remember my name ? I am honored, but I guess even a prissy bitch like you still remember the name of the mutt she once cared for."

✤he brought you to your knees by the hair. 

"is that how you always saw me ? i understand why you liked me so much, having someone beneath you feels… exhilarating…"

"captain…we brought him.."

✤your father was shoved on the ground, bruised and weak. 

"all of that to keep me away from your daughter, only for me to come for her…"

✤he chuckled, kneeling beside you, his hand still tangled in your ear.

"vile scoundrel, she’s the only reason you’re still alive !"

"really ? then i should thank her properly, don't you think ?"

✤he pulled you closer, smashing his lips onto yours. you had often imagined your first kiss with izana to be tender and soft not… like that. he shoved his tongue in your mouth, chasing yours and occasionally biting your bottom lip softly. this was so vulgar it made your head fuzzy and a weird heat made its way between your legs. you wanted to push him away, to get away from this man you once loved but a little part of you couldn’t deny you were enjoying what he was doing to you.

✤after an eternity, he finally let go of you, a string of saliva linking your two mouths. He licked his lips, a weird glint in his eyes.

"all of that work to keep me away from her… only for me to seize her like that… kakucho."

✤a man you hadn’t seen before walked up to izana, handing him a knife. You yelped, trying to protest but he yanked your hair back again. Grabbing it, he grazed your jaw with it, going downwards until he reached the cleavage of your dress. Your eyes widened.

"iza-…"

"shut up. struggle and I’ll slit your throat open."

"i should have killed you when I had the chance, you dirtbag !"

✤your father cried out. 

"but you didn’t. and now you’ll die here, knowing that, in a few hours, i will make your daughter mine and ruin her for anyone else."

"you sleaze-!"

✤before he could finish his sentence, your father's throat was cut open. you screamed, tears filling your eyes. izana let the knife fall on the floor before covering your eyes, whispering with a sickening sweet voice to your ear.

"this is what you get for betraying me [Name]… "

✤and under all that pressure and that sadness, you fainted.

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

✤you were rocked back and forth by some strange force you’ve never felt before. it was…. oddly comforting. you still wanted to sleep a little more, wrapped in those silk sheets. suddenly you remembered… the wedding… Lord Edward… your father… the blood… izana… you gasped for air as you got up suddenly. in a cabin. izana’s for sure. ✤some letters were scattered on the dark floor of what you could only guess was a boat. a door, dangling by the effect of the waves was opening and closing, revealing a private bathroom with expensive products neatly placed there. a big table was sitting in the middle of the room, probably where he held meetings with his subordinates, a map held from falling off only by a knife which was stabbed onto the wood.

✤he made it, you sighed. he was free. and he used his freedom to hurt you and to kill your father. memories of your father’s blood pouring on the floor as his throat was cut open came into your mind, you covered your mouth with your hands. you wanted to puke. how could your gentle friend do such a thing… you had to get out of there. now.

✤you got up harshly, intending to run away only to be yanked back by an unknown force that choked you. what the… sèddenly the coldness and the harsh metal around your neck was painfully clear. he collared you. like a fucking dog.

"I’d advise not to struggle too much, it would be vain and ya’ll only choke yourself to death."

✤a man, you recognized as the one who gave Izana the knife to threaten you, made his way inside, a trail in his hands.

"don’t come closer !"

✤you say trying to step away, only to have your feet tangled into your wedding dress that you were still wearing. he sighed, placing the tray onto the bedside table.

"i understand yer situation my lady, but getting worked up in the middle of the sea will do you no good."

"m-middle of the sea ?"

✤he nodded, pointing at the little windows you hadn’t paid attention to earlier.

"oh my god… what the hell am I going to do…."

✤you hid your face in your hands, tears threatening to fall. he had taken you away. for good. 

"do what yer told, that’s the best advice I can give ya. izana has developed quite the temper, it is best to not anger him."

"he killed my father !"

"ya mean the man who tortured him till he was almost dead for years ? That piece of shit got what he deserved."

✤that made you see red.

"don’t call my father a piece of shit you dirty scoundrel !"

✤the chains clinked from your harsh movement.

"what else should i call him ? all of us were children and he tortured us, for the sole crime of izana talking to ya. he hit ya too, right ? izana told me. he even sold you like cattle to a man you didn’t love only for his interests."

"this is… you don’t know anything about him ! this is my duty as a woman and I must- !"

"your duty ? I don’t know anything ? then why do you look more alive being kidnapped by a pirate than at the altar with the man who was supposed to be your husband ?"

✤your eyes widened as you scowled at him. this wasn’t true… you were just… that’s the shock that’s all. you didn’t… you couldn’t possibly…

"anyway, eat. yer gonna need it. izana will join you tonight, i don’t have to spell out what that means right ?"

✤he went back to the door, throwing you a dark gaze.

"everyone here has been saved by izana, don’t expect anything but pity from anyone here. what my captain desires he gets."

✤he slammed the door shut, leaving you with a cold soup and a lot of thoughts…

 .·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

✤it was only at night that izana came, a bottle of alcohol in his hand. he didn’t look like he drank any of it though. he took off his heavy coat, dropping it unceremoniously onto the table because making his way slowly towards the bed, he did it on purpose, knowing how anxious it made you.

"you look like such a pretty pet like this."

✤he pulled your ankle with a strange gentleness which didn't exactly quite suit his new ‘him’. he kissed the sole of your foot as if you were the most precious thing in the world. you yanked your leg bad, refusing to go along with whatever that was, but he caught it, refusing to let you go.

"i’m in a good mood, don’t ruin it."

✤the glint in his eyes left you no room to argue. he fumbled with your skirts, pulling them upwards, you shut your eyes tightly, not daring to move an inch. 

"you play coy now but you weren’t so scared back at the church."

"that’s not-!"

"really ? then prove it."

✤he laid beside you.

"climb on top, then kiss me. we’ll see what that does for you."

"you dirty…"

"quick. i’m no patient man and you know it."

✤you grit your teeth as you struggled with your skirts to climb on top of him. his gaze shone with approval.

"good pet."

✤you held back an insult, you were no pet. the collar didn’t instantly make you one. you got closer to him, pecking his lips softly. 

"come on, you know better than this. i want that little tongue pet."

✤you boiled with rage as you parted your lips kissing him open mouthed. you weren’t sure what to do with your tongue, you brushed against his gently but you weren’t sure that felt good. right when you were about to pull back, izana held your head in place, lips locked with yours. like in the church he devoured you. grabbing your wrists, he pulled them behind his head, directly into his hair.

✤he was very eager, groaning between each breath he granted you before diving back in, as if you were the tastiest meal he ever had, you pulled his hair slightly, trying to receive as much of him as you could. refusing to let yourself be swayed that easily, you bit down on his lip, drawing blood. grunting, he retaliated doing the same to your mouth he just ravished. 

"across the sea, there live some tribes that exchange their blood like this, do you know what that means ?"

"n-no…"

✤you pant, holding onto his shoulders. 

"it’s an oath. a promise. now promise. promise that you’ll be mine, that you’ll always stay with me."

✤he put his knee up between your parted legs.

"izana, I’m scared…"

✤he was manic but behind that glint in his eyes was fear.

"say it. say that you’re mine, that you’ll stay with me forever."

✤his knee brushed against your core across your panties and you gasped. you’ve never felt like that before.

"izana I feel weird… i can’t…"

"say it. and I’ll make you feel better. "

✤your head was fuzzy, just like that time in the church and you could barely form a coherent thought. 

"i’m yours, i’ll never leave you again, i’m sorry… forgive me."

"atta girl. come closer, i will take care of you."

✤he kissed you again pulling your body onto his lap, your core against his thigh.

"rub where that feels good, okay ?"

✤you nodded, kissing him again as you rubbed yourself onto his thigh, a weird need between your legs. why did it feel so good? he cupped your ass, helping you rub onto him. each movement made your core grow even hotter. he kept kissing you and you felt the ache between your legs getting closer and closer to being satisfied. 

"you’re mine. you’ve always been."

✤he groaned into your ear, making you whimper. 

"yes yes…"

"that’s it. good girl, don’t be scared."

✤you wrapped your hands around his shoulders as you felt your climax growing closer and closer by the second.

"i-izana… c-can I…"

✤your head was a mess, you didn’t know what you were even asking for !

"yes. come…"

✤he grunted, out of breath as if he waited for this moment forever. your body understood every word your hips bucked, your center throbbing with each beat of your heart. your eyes closed as you felt tears feeling your eyes again. what the hell were you thinking ? that man killed your father.. you couldn’t possibly…

✤as you drifted into sleep, izana hugged you closer than ever. almost wishing you two would fuse together. taking advantage of the fact that you were asleep, he slipped your wedding ring around your finger, matching the one he stole the day before. you were finally back… back with him.

[arcanao]

Did you quit

hi ! no I didn't but I struggle to find inspiration and the will to write, but I didn't stop !

[arcanao]

Hi bbg! Do you remember that one series of Bonten x mermaid reader which I think was lwft in the mid? I was scrolling through your writings and found it 😭. If it's possible then can you complete it otherwise it's Np. Thanks! ✨

hi ! thank you for asking about the series ! I don't really write for tokyo revengers anymore since i was very disappointed with the ending. the bonten x mermaid reader series may never be completed, im so sorry :(

[arcanao]

Me looking for yandere content the moment I step foot in any new fandom

[arcanao]

do you still write for quirkless au? and if you do, do you have any general headcanons / ideas / scenarios for it?

I don't really still write for it but if your ask manages to catch my eye I may write for it. you can always ask.

[arcanao]

I love your work 💕💕

tysm for your support !

[arcanao]

Hello! I wanted to go to your AO3 but the link seems to be broken.

Also just found your writing and your quirkless au is AMAZING. I read the characters I usually don't read for, everyone is so interesting cause they have relationships outside the reader and their yan tendencies are different from one another, and you got me thinking about so many new ideas on how the yans would react to different situations!!

Thank you for your hard work!

I’ll link my ao3 here ! my only work on there isn’t yandere though !

tysm for your interest in the au ! it’s like my baby so I’m really glad you re enjoying it this much ! don’t hesitate if you have any request/ask I’ll happily answer !

Ty for your support !

[arcanao]

hi. it's me, 💙anon.

во-первых, мне очень жаль, что я долго ничего не говорил. я бы попытался оправдаться, сказав «я был занят своей жизнью» или «у меня не было времени». но я не буду этого делать, потому что, по моему мнению, это было бы неправильно.

во-вторых, я очень рад, что ты вернулся к письму. надеюсь, ты смог хорошо отдохнуть во время hiatus.

в-третьих, я не рекомендую читать последние главы mga.

в-четвертых, как у тебя дела? как учёба? есть ли у тебя какие-то планы или пожелания по поводу писательства?

hi 💙anon ! welcome back !

(had to use a translator since i don’t speak this language, hope it didn’t alter too much what you were saying !)

i don’t mind you being inactive, you have a life and requesting stuff is absolutely not an obligation ! we’re here to have fun first of all ! you really don’t have to say sorry.

i had a nice rest thank you ! i still wrote however, just not yandere content.

as for mha chapters, already read them sadly :/

i’m fine ! my summer job is a bit exhausting but it’s okay overall. i passed my second year at uni (yippee) and im starting my third year in September ! as of now aside from the fanfic i published on ao3 (which part 2 should come in September !), i don’t have any project im just going with the flow, answering asks i like.

[arcanao]

You know I was looking back at the isekai hawks fic you did, it's one of my favorite because of just how subtle the yandere is in hawks so you can always give him the benefit of the doubt. Until you can't but it's to late because he orchestrated it perfectly. But one thing I was always wondered, how did hawks become yandere for them? Was it an angel in the sky moment, how did he have the doctor prep everything, did he know the person before they landed. Maybe it's a parallel universe and he decided to take the alternate version of the darling he's in love with

hi ! thanks for the ask. it's been a long time since I wrote that post but I'll try my best to remember what I had in mind.

linked to this post

I think hawks saw himself as a child in reader, all alone, scared, surrounded by a world she didn't understand but will enventually have to fit in. since we're talking about yandere hawks this feeling is a bit more twisted, he is a hero so he wants to protect but he does it the wrong way : imprisoning reader. at first it's nothing more than platonic affection. he would be some kind of platonic yandere at this point. when he figured out you would never be able to return to your world, he tricked the doctor into lying to you so that you wouldn't panic and get yourself in danger by going back in your world although it was impossible.

then it quickly escalated into more because of how lonely hawks is. he doesn't really have anyone he can count on, he's always shielding himself from the others. so when he has someone, in the safety of his home who only has him, who impatiently wait for him, he ends up feeling like he is not alone anymore. like he finally exists so that's what turns him into a romantic yandere. he realized this when you went to the concert to sell, if you were apart from him, he felt incomplete and he couldn't have that. especially when you were the one you finally made him whole. he had to make sure you were completely his.

[arcanao]

Can I please request yandere jotaro and how did he meet the reader and how he forces her to marry him ??! Also ut could contain smut

hi ty for the request (and for reminding me I had jjba listed in my fandom list lol) ! since you didn't specify I wen with part 6 jotaro (we love DILFs), wanted to throw some daddy kink in here but didn't find the place for it (for another ask maybe..?)

MINORS DNI

tw: yandere, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, best friend's dad trope, light nsfw, rough sex, size difference (kinda), oral (f and m receiving), implied attempt at baby trapping, forced marriage, blackmail, confinement, isolation, threats of torture (kinda), manipulative behavior word count: 997

✤your friend from university jolyne always described her father as an absent man whom she despised, even more when he divorced her mom. which is why you were pretty surprised when she invited you to stay over at his place for the summer.

✤however you understood fairly quickly why she did, she was just taking advantage of the fact that he wasn't home. jotaro's place was a nice villa in california with a pool and several bathrooms and bedrooms. you would have enjoyed your stay very much if it wasn't for the fact that jolyne was never here, always hanging out with her boyfriend Romeo.

✤well for a while, a nice book next to the pool did the trick for keeping you occupied. until your friend's father came back unannounced. it was pretty embarrassing to explain to him why and how you ended up here but contrary to what you thought would happen, he let you stay over even if jolyne wasn't here.

✤just as she mentioned, her father was quite the cold person, answering you with very few words. what she definitely forgot to mention was how attractive her father was. a nice voice. a nice face. and a very muscular body.

✤jotaro wasn't oblivious at all to your stares but he choose to ignore it at first. he was used to it. but progressively it wasn't only your eyes that wandered across his figure. he noticed you too. he liked how tight your bikini was hugging your curves when you were sunbathing or going to the pool. how cute those fluffy shorts of yours looked on your waist. and how juicy your glossy lips looked each time you talked to him.

✤to you it was only a little crush, something that would never be reciprocated. hence why you would never be able to tell how you ended up on his bed, his torso pressing your thighs against your chest as he gave you the roughest fuck of your life.

✤you didn't complain however, not when you felt his pelvis rubbing so deliciously against your clit with each thrust. neither with how good his tongue rubbing against yours felt, nor with how right having your arms pinned above your head by one of his hands was.

✤when the morning came and that you awoke in his arms, you swore to yourself that this would be the last time it happened. you couldn't do that to jolyne, this wasn't right. this is also what you told yourself when you found yourself, a few hours later, legs spread on the counter, jotaro lapping at your folds so skillfully that you came like you never did in your life. or when you found yourself crushed between his thighs as his dick sat deep inside your throat.

✤you didn't mean to but jotaro was so attractive and he took such good care of you in bed and even after sex. jotaro even got gradually sweeter, always finding excuses to keep you by his side, trying to keep you from leaving the house. it was cute really, but you should have seen the signs.

✤jotaro was growing more and more attached to you. at first, it was only a way to blow some long packed steam but he ended up wanting more of you. not only your body but also the little smiles you had when talking about your closest ones, the hard work you put into graduating from university, how you would get protective of everyone even when some didn’t deserve it. little by little, it became clear to him that he needed you.

✤you should have felt wary when he started to buy you things you needed himself to keep you in the house. how he brought her clothes back to jolyne and never let her inside of the house again. nor when he got suspiciously forgetful of the condoms. it was only when your vacation came to an end that you realized what kind of man jotaro was.

✤as you were packing up jotaro came to see you.

"what are you doing ?"

"packing up, i'm going back home."

✤you smiled at him but he didn't answer anything. instead he just let out a low and dry chuckle. you had never heard him laugh but you weren't so dense to think that this was a happy laugh. it gave you chills. however he didn't add anything, only leaving you in your room alone, completely terrified. something wasn’t right

✤you finished packing as soon as you could and you rushed up to the door, trying to press on the handle but it was no use, it was locked. before you could find another exit, jotaro blocked your way, a marriage certificate in hand.

"w-what-..."

"i’ll let you go back to school if you sign this."

"i... i don't understand sir, you..."

"you don't need to understand, only to sign if you want to keep going to university. whether you sign or not is of no consequence to me."

"you... you can't do this to me."

"but i can, therefore i will. I have a lot of patience usually but when it comes to you... so i advise that you sign now to avoid any difficulties okay y/n ? i'll take care of you. did I ever disappoint you in any way?"

“what if i don’t sign ?”

✤there was a dark glint in his eyes.

“i can be very persuasive, i’m pretty sure a few months in the basement will convince you.”

✤you froze, completely paralyzed, this man was saying all of this without any emotions. he was… he was insane.

"it's too… i can't, it's too much."

✤you started sobbing as he pulled you into a tight hug, a very possessive one that showed he would never let you go.

"just sign baby... you know i know what's best."

✤your hand shivered as you reached for the pen, encouraged by jotaro's hand on you shoulders. nothing would ever be the same now.

[arcanao]

Question. How many requests is one allowed to make??

I have no limited number of ask however if I do not like the ask/ it does not inspire me, I grant myself the right to refuse it !

[arcanao]

Hii! May I request bonten mikey x darling on hunger strike?

Ty 4 reading my request!

hii ty for requesting ! love the idea, i hope i did it justice.

tw: yandere, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, kidnapping, blackmail, gore (not to reader), canon typical violence, mentions of starving, mentions of self harm, spoon feeding, force feeding (kinda) word count: 989

✤mikey and you had a complicated relationship to say the least. you met him when you both were children. however you wouldn't necessarily say you two were friends since you were always bickering with each other. things got a bit better when you entered middle school, where you got along with each other a little bit.

✤you always admired mikey, his strength, his leadership. you could even say that, at some point, you had a little crush on him. however girls never really interested mikey, it was always his friends, his gang, fighting, eating taiyaki, watching action movies, reading mangas and taking baths. therefore you never really tried anything with him. 

✤a lot of things happened between 2005 and 2006. such as baji's death, the whole ordeal with the black dragons, ema's death, izana's death. you tried to be there for him, you truly did and you thought that it worked at some point. 

✤after ema's death, mikey came to see you every night. leaning onto your embrace and clinging to you all night long. not once he cried but you knew he would crumble if you both didn't do this together. 

✤he seemed to get better after the fight against tenjiku ended and you even considered confessing to him. but before you could even try anything, he vanished into thin air, leaving behind his friends who were as confused as you.

✤after some time they gave up trying to find his whereabouts although you were pretty sure draken was hiding something that he didn't want to tell you. but you never gave up, you tried to reach him, to know what he was doing, you never found anything.

✤but it was of no importance because mikey found you.

✤in the dead of night, in the cold winter of 2017, mikey came for you. you barely recognized him. there was nothing left of the man you once loved. he looked like an empty shell.

✤you weren't able to learn much though since you were knocked out very quickly. once you woke up, it was chained to the bed of an expensive penthouse.

✤mikey barely uttered a word when he came once in a while, only watching you eating and never answering any of your tantrums even when you threw heavy objects at him. it was frustrating. no  matter how much you screamed, you cried, you pleaded, mikey's eyes never wavered, always staying this empty.

✤you didn't understand what he wanted, why he was doing this to you. but you were sick of it. the lack of answer was even more violent than anything he could have done to you.

✤so you thought, you thought about something that would make him react. if trying to hurt him wouldn't make him react then maybe trying to hurt yourself would do something. you were too much of a coward to stab yourself and you didn't even have anything to do it with. but maybe starving yourself would make him react, you weren't much of an eater anyway.

✤the first time you refused a meal, mikey didn't react, thinking you were acting out as usual.

✤the second time, you saw his eyebrow twitch but didn't do anything else.

✤the third time, he spoke to you.

"why aren't you eating ?"

"i don't want to. you kidnapped me, brought me here against my will without telling me anything. i will not eat."

"are you sure you want to play this game ?"

✤there was a dark glint inside his empty eye, he was daring you and you were not one to refuse a challenge.

"i'm already winning."

✤he scoffed before getting up and leaving the room. his cold smile made you shiver, this couldn't mean anything good.

✤the fourth, the fifth and the sixth time, nothing happened, only your stomach growling.

✤the seventh time, no food was brought to you which left you puzzled, was he trying to starve you himself so that you would beg ? if he did, he really underestimated you.

✤the eighth time, a bell was covering your dish. mikey's right hand, sanzu, was holding it in front of you. you glanced at mikey, who stood on his side, warily. something was off.

✤when he lifted the bell, you covered your mouth, feeling the puke rise to your mouth. the severed head of one of your distant friend was laid on the plate. you tried to get up but mikey held you firmly in place.

"look y/n. for each meal you skipped until now, i will kill one person you know. the more you skip, the more I will target people that are close to you. do you understand ?"

✤you whimpered in shock, trying your best to avoid to look at the severed head on the plate. mikey grabbed your chin and made you look at the head.

"do you understand baby ?"

✤you shivered at the nickname, not once has he called you that. tears filled your eyes as you looked at the face of the friend you once spent time with. in this situation all because of you.

"i... i do..."

"what do we say ?"

"m'sorry mikey i won't do it again..."

✤you started sobbing as he pulled you into a tight hug, his hand in your hair.

"atta girl... let's get you fed now shall we..."

✤he dismissed his right hand,who left the room with the head, another platter was brought to you. mikey grabbed the fork as he fed you. a bit too deep for it to be comfortable, the tip of the fork grazing your throat as you tried your best to not think of the scene from before or else you would have puked.

✤mikey looked at you, adoration in his gaze as he kept on feeding you, wiping the few tears that escaped your eyes. whispering 'mine' at every bite you took, which made you cry even more. there was no escape for you here…

[arcanao]

my requests are open again ! feel free to ask away !

[arcanao]

just read mha’s latest chapter. why do mangakas always ruin the end of their manga 💀?

[arcanao]

hi everyone ! I will be taking Les Fleurs du Mal off AO3 soon but the story will stay here on Tumblr.

[arcanao]

While not canonically evil per say, I think this is why yandere hawks works so well for me, because it's not even a stretch. This guy, was taken as a child and turned into a secret agent for the government what do you mean he's 'normal'? He's my favorite 'good' intentions bad actions yandere

(potential spoilers for the anime)

exactly ! I love exploring that side of him. he is an hero sure but he will stop at nothing to get what he wants, any means are good if it means getting you to be his.

he has that good guy façade but he hides something darker under it, something that has shaped him the way he is today. I think it really shows when he was pretending to be part of the league : he was willing to use best jeanist to prove his loyalty (although in the end he wasn't really dead), moreover he didn't hesitate when it came to twice. twice refused his proposal and hawks had no problem killing him, he is more inflexible than he looks. he killed twice because it was what he had to do.

hawks has a lot of depth to his character which makes him a very interesting person. i especially love writing about his manipulative side.