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Hello, how are you?

EI read what you wrote about Jotaro, I loved it! But I've been wondering. How would Yandere Jotaro react to his dear being pregnant? I imagine him being extremely overprotective. And Holly is a grandmother who spoils her grandchildren.

PExample: he and she got married and now she is pregnant.

tw: yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessiveness, pregnancy..you get the drill. scroll if any of this will make you uncomfortable.

he'll become a housewife more serious thoughts below the cut! AFAB reader below, although i try to remove most gendered language like 'mother' 'wife' etc

features holly, jotaro and introducing sadao!

first off; jotaro does not like sharing. at all. period, full stop. its been that way since he was a kid. but..the more he thinks about it, this whole pregnancy doesn't actually sound that bad. its an excuse for you to stay home and quit your job, its a way to ensure that you don't leave him and the baby can be a permanent reminder of your everlasting love! hey, that isn't that bad! he just needs to make sure your attention remains mostly on him and it should be fine. expect a lot of pampering. he knows that you're way more fragile pregnant, and as an already protective guy, his instincts will worsen. you're not going out at all. don't expect to see the sun until jolyne's in her crib. also, he'll become WAYYY more jealous and yet..simultaneously proud??? like on the rare occassion you go out with your friends or family he be trailing you like a shadow and eyeing anyone who's getting a little too close for his liking and yet he gets this smug look (by jotaro standards anyway) whenever you mention your pregnancy. after jolyne's born, he actually grows to like the kid. sure, its a bit annoying now that you have to feed her and change her diapers and what-not, but she has your eyes and his smile and..well, she is pretty cute when she starts babbling at him and pinching his cheeks. holly is a beast. have you heard of monster mother-in-laws? well, holly's like that, except in the opposite direction; she babies you to oblivion. you thought her son was bad?? oh-ho-ho, you clearly have not had shared a room with holly. she's controlling every move you make, she writes you up a diet, she's called your work and already quit for you, she's making you move in with her, she's replacing your wardrobe, she's teaching you how to cook and clean and she's already made a room for the baby. isn't she just the best mother in law? sadao is..conflicted. you're basically in the same situation he was when he started "dating" holly. well, can it be counted as dating when you were in (what was then) some random stranger's basement in a foreign country and she started calling you her husband even though you'd never met her before? either way, he really wants to help you, but he's batshit terrified of his wife and wants to make sure his son won't hurt you somehow. so he tries to help you in small ways-- comforting you when you're crying, giving you advice, offering to teach you to play some saxophone etc etc. but there's really not much he can do, can he? he's also away a lot of the time; partially because he loves his job, partially so he can get away from holly for as long as possible. he also tries to cancel out holly's worse tendencies by reminding her to at least ask you before she tries to force you to quit your job. he's away a lot and jotaro turned out fine, didn't he? well, jotaro didn't turn out fine, but he's not about to challenge holly's delusions and risk getting the wrath of joseph joestar on him.

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An MBTI System For Soft Yanderes

Having discovered the amazing Yandere MBTI by @ddarker-dreams I was inspired to create a similar system for the categorisation of soft yanderes. While it's made with more kind yanderes in mind (since the original system would sort most of them into a small number of types, leading to less variety for soft yandere writers) it could theoretically work for any kind of yandere. Please feel free to borrow this system for your own writing!

How does it work?

A quick introduction for those unfamiliar with the original MBTI- it's a personality type system consisting of four categories with two options each. To get your personality type, you pick the most appropriate option from each to get one of 16 possible four letter codes, corresponding to a personality type.

The yandere MBTI works the same way.

I've devised the following four categories:

Covert [C] vs Overt [O]

Distant [D] vs Smothering [S]

Relaxed [R] vs Wary [W]

Prepared [P] vs Impulsive [I]

Now for a more in depth look:

Covert/Overt: How frank are they about their motivations? Generally speaking, a covert yandere is one who avoids drastic measures like abduction in favour of manipulating things behind the scenes to win darling’s heart. Some covert yanderes do resort to abduction, but they lie about their motivations to seem more reasonable or compelling, or just straight up vague you about it. An overt yandere is one who is very frank about the relationship they want from darling. If they hide it early on, e.g. during the stalking phase, they gladly recount what they were doing once darling is theirs.

Distant/Smothering: How do they interact with a darling who doesn’t yet love them? Do they let them have their space and come to terms with things on their own, or do they completely smother them in attention in a desperate bid to win them over? Distant yanderes don’t necessarily have to ignore their darling, but they choose to let them take the lead in how much they interact early on. Smothering yanderes don’t have to be explicit in their intentions (this will largely depend on their Covert/Overt alignment) but they must in one manner or another pressure their darling into spending vast amounts of time with them.

Relaxed/Wary: This category encompasses several factors that will typically correlate strongly, the main ones being the extent to which they trust their darling once they come around to the relationship, how realistic their understanding of the situation is (are their any irrational beliefs spurring them on?) and how they feel about increasing darling’s freedom once things get better. Relaxed yanderes typically trust their darling’s word, see the situation realistically and will increase freedom at the drop of the hat. Wary yanderes are cautious of what their darling says, may have irrational beliefs about darling’s safety and will have to think carefully about easing things up with darling’s liberty.

Prepared/Impulsive: Perhaps the most easy to understand category, this is a balance of how thought out the yandere’s plan is, both obtaining them in the first place and winning their love. Prepared yanderes may spend months devising their scheme, making extensive changes to their home to accommodate its new inhabitant and knowing what to do if plan A at any point fails. Impulsive yanderes are just that. They do things in the spur of the moment, figuring it out as they go along. Some impulsive yanderes do have a long period of preparation, e.g. stalking their darling to learn their routine, or fantasising about how to obtain them but ultimately maintain their ‘anything goes’ attitude and have little idea of how they will achieve their endgame.

Examples with the characters I write for

I've put all the characters I've written yandere content for in the past into this table so you can see where I've placed them. I've also added a few bonus characters from other jojo parts, to fill in the types I couldn't think of anyone for.

For those who are interested, I've written a more in depth look at each individual type and how they usually operate here, in a separate post to stop this one going on forever.

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joseph when you don't immediately hug and kiss his boo-boo away (he just beat up a guy on the street because he looked at you the wrong way)

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kishibe rohan's love report

trigger warning: stalking, manipulation, inappropriate use of heaven's door, rohan being a total creep, unhealthy relationship dynamics. click off if any of this will trigger you.

yandere! rohan kishibe x mangaka! reader. wc: 1.8k

Rohan first heard of you at a bookshop. 

Two teenagers (siblings, he assumed) were at a shelf with a bunch of tankōbon volumes. 

The two were in a voracious debate, and Rohan couldn’t help but overhear when they mentioned him.

“Come on!” The younger one whined. “I don’t want this stupid girly manga! I want Pink Dark Boy!”

“Shut up!” the older one replied. “It’s my money and we’re getting Happy Happy Jump!”

“Oh, come on! What’s so good about it anyway? You’ve already collected all the issues from Margaret! This is the latest tankōbon of Pink Dark Boy, and it has character data and extras!”

“Well,” the older one beamed with a smug smirk that made Rohan seethe.

“It’s mature. It’s about the real experiences of a real person. It’s introspective. It’s literary. It’s art. It isn’t some fantasy garbage. You know it’s won an Araki Prize, right?”

“So has Pink Dark Boy! And if you don’t buy it for me, I’ll tell Mom about your boyfriend,” the younger one threatened. The older one bristled before sighing and picking up the Pink Dark Boy tankōbon.

Rohan went home that day in a truly awful mood.

That girl dared to insult him, the great mangaka Rohan Kishibe, and call his work ‘fantasy garbage.’

Fantasy garbage! He put his soul in Pink Dark Boy. It had a loyal base of readers for a reason. It was art. True, visionary art!

When he reached home, he was fuming. How could that insolent girl insult him? If she just picked up a volume of his work and read it, she’d see that it was clearly superior to whatever garbage you put out.

He was still angry as he began to sketch. He just couldn’t let it go.

What was so great about your work that it outweighed his in that girl’s mind? What about your work was so interesting, so visionary, that it was better than his? It couldn’t be. It truly could not be.

He mulled over it. All through the week, he can’t stop thinking about it. How could someone choose you over him? 

That Sunday evening, he bought a volume of your manga.

At first, he flips through to find some flaws. There must be, right? Something that could prove that he was the superior mangaka.

He couldn’t find a single one. 

He goes through your manga again and again and again.

And the only thing he could think was just how interesting the story was, how pretty your art was, and how well-written each chapter was.

Not to mention your author’s notes and extras, which were surprisingly charming. 

He returns to the bookshop and buys volume two. And three. And four. And the latest edition of Margaret Magazine.

He reads through each chapter voraciously, as if he’s in a trance. He admires each and every panel, every single detail. 

He tries to rationalise it; he’s just trying to find something that can prove that your manga is superior to his. But it’s when he goes to buy volume 5, he realises that he’s finally found a muse.

On Tuesday, he managed to get some information about you.

He hadn’t seen you at Shueisha’s annual end-of-year party. When he asked Izumi about you, she shrugged. You were distant with your editor and rarely attended events. 

‘Sort of like you, Rohan-sensei!’ Izumi added, and he didn’t know why that made his cheeks heat up.

Eventually, he managed to find some old interviews and a fansite with a biography. The internet, which he normally disdains, could be a useful resource

Your full name is [Name] [Surname]. You’re about a year his junior. You went to K High School and a foreign university, studying Literature at the behest of your family. After graduation, you moved back to Japan and published a couple of one-shots before your first serial. After that series ended, you began your current series to critical acclaim.

There was only one photo of you he could find. You were smiling at the camera in a bookstore, dressed nicely, the first tankōbon of your manga beside you.

He could imagine touching the contours of your face, the softness of your lips, the heat in the crook of your neck.

(Several sketches of you were strewn across his desk, along with pencils of the next Pink Dark Boy chapter).

However, the most important piece of information he could find for his purposes is this: you live in Morioh, same as him. 

So begins Rohan’s quest to find you. He roams the streets of Morioh for any glimpse of you. Anything, absolutely anything that could lead him to you.

He’s out of luck. You must be a recluse of some sort. None of the grocery stores, libraries, parks, gardens, temples, restaurants, and cafes had any sight of you. Not even a slight trace. He looked absolutely everywhere, even driving out to the edges bordering the next town over, just to make sure. From Wednesday to Friday, he continued this futile search.

Eventually, on Saturday morning, he overheard some liquid gold: a realtor mentioning your address to a prospective buyer.

That afternoon, he scouts out your house.

It’s small; what sort of successful author lives in such a humble home? His own was far more fit for someone of your ability and credibility, was it not?

But now wasn’t the time for judgment. He needed to observe.

He sketches the place out, maps out every little aspect. He even draws the garden. 

What about the home that attracted you to it? Was it the location? The isolation? The aesthetic? 

He wonders about the inside of your house. What sort of furniture do you prefer? Do you keep mementos? He could imagine photos of you with your family and whatever boring friends you had hanging on the walls. What sort of music did you listen to? Were your hangers wire or plastic? 

He itched to use Heaven’s Door and read through your mind, scour every inch of you. 

He goes home that night and inks Pink Dark Boy’s next chapter.

His thoughts never leave you. He wonders if you’re inking too, or if you’re still pencilling. Of course, you would be; there’s no way you could draw as fast as him.

He places his pen down and begins to rub his temples. Never once, since he began drawing, has his thoughts drifted to anything outside his art.

A new character debuts in that issue of Pink Dark Boy– a new love interest for the titular protagonist, who ran a bookshop across the street from his detective agency.

He sees you at a cafe on Sunday. 

You’re sitting in a corner, a sketchbook in front of you. You have a coffee and a strawberry shortcake beside you.

He decides to sit in front of you with his coffee and sketchbook.

He wasn’t planning on doing much. Just hoping you get distracted so he could use Heaven’s Door on you and—

“Sorry, but are you Kishibe-sensei? The author of Pink Dark Boy?”

Your voice is even more delectable than he predicted it to be. He could hear it over and over and over again and never get sick of it. It was addictive.

“Yes. And what of it?”

“Oh, nothing..it’s just..” You pause, biting your lip in this oh-so-cute manner. 

“I’m a fan. I’ve been reading your manga since publication. I really, really love it.” 

His heart skips a beat. To hear words of praise about him from you..

No. It’s what he deserved. Acknowledgment of his obvious superiority as a mangaka and an artist. This was utterly expected. 

“Is that so?”

You nod.

“It was reading your manga that convinced me to become a mangaka, Sensei! I’ve read every single part, watched the anime and the OVA..I even cosplayed Hot Summer Martha!”

Adorable. Utterly adorable. He wishes he could photograph this expression and keep it forever, where no one else could see it. Knowing he elicited these feelings in you, it was a feeling he could never describe with words alone.

However, he couldn’t help but fume at the idea of someone else seeing this smile of yours that he adores so much.

Things were going exactly how he wanted them to. And yet, he could’ve never predicted his sheer joy at your next words. 

“Could I please have your autograph?”

“Of course,” he beams, as you tear out a piece of paper from your sketchbook. 

When you reach for your pen, that’s when he activates Heaven’s Door. 

Your book unfurls, and almost immediately, Rohan’s reading through almost every detail.

Your parents are on the older side, and you’re worried you don’t have enough time with them. You hate living alone in an empty house, so you purposely bought a smaller house hoping you’d feel less alone. You maintain a flower garden and a bonsai to deal with loneliness. You’re considering switching from a weekly format to a monthly format to make more detailed art, but you can’t imagine life without the busyness of a weekly schedule.

He eats up every single detail: childhood pets, high school bullies, celebrity crushes, everything. 

That’s when he reaches the section on him. Rohan Kishibe. 

You’ve admired him since Pink Dark Boy’s publication. You wish you could be as dedicated as he is. You love his art style and wish to emulate it, but aren’t sure where to begin. You wonder how he manages to capture every single expression and feeling on Pink Dark Boy’s face as if he’s a real person.

Now that you’ve seen him in real life, you’re absolutely delighted. You think he’s handsome. You wonder if he recognises you, but you think he wouldn’t. 

Oh, how little you know. This is why you need him. 

You wanted to emulate his art style? You would. He’d make sure to discipline your art, to make sure your potential would be met. You wouldn’t feel lonely anymore, living with someone as great as him. He wouldn’t mind having some flowers and bonsai in his house, anyway. They’d make good references.

The anticipation of the future he’d create shoots adrenaline through him. It was the sort of rush he got after finishing an arc or planning a new one.

You were special. You were meant for him. He’d make sure of it.

He grabs your pen.

In big, black kanji, he writes—

“In love with Rohan Kishibe. Would never dare to look at someone else. Does not remember Heaven’s Door being used on them.”

He places the pen down and unfurls the book. Your face returns. You rub your eyes, a flicker of confusion coursing through you before a slight blush appears on your face.

You hand him your pen.

He smiles before signing your autograph and adding his phone number beneath it.

With this signature, he's sealed your fate as his muse.

[Name] Kishibe has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

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Could I request Abbacchio and Bucciarati for the yandere alphabet? Idk if u want specific letters as opposed to the whole alphabet but I'll choose O, T, and Z if that is the case!

for future reference, i'll write full alphabets for a single character and up to three letters for multiple characters!

tw: abuse, violence, mentioned murder, kidnapping, implied suicide. please click off if any of this would trigger you.

o: oppression -> how many rights would they take away from their darling?

BRUNO has no issue restricting you for your own safety. It's more a question of what he allows rather than what he doesn't. He can be incredibly patronising, tutting as he snatches a pair of scissors from your hands because you could cut yourself with them. He just wants you to be safe and protected, don't you understand? No matter the fact that you're a grown adult who can probably use an electrical outlet by yourself. He's still going to babyproof it either way.

LEONE is on the other end of the spectrum. You're an adult, he's an adult. He's not really going to police what you do, other than a few basic house rules, such as not escaping and not leaving without his permission etc. This is partly because he does in fact respect you, contrary to popular belief, but its also because his moral compass won't really allow him to control you. Deep down, he does feel guilty for his actions, and feels as though the small freedoms he allows you compensates for the torture he's putting you through.

t: tears -> how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

BRUNO would feel bad, but try to rationalise it to himself. He treats you like a child throwing a tantrum, cooing and running his hands through your hair. You're just not adjusted to your circumstances, you'll get over it! Just some cabin fever, that's all. After you realise that this is your home, it'll all be fine! He would be the absolute worst to deal with when you're upset, because he simply refuses to see anything that doesn't fit his idea of you.

LEONE will be furious and deeply depressed at the same time. On the one hand, why do you have to make things worse for yourself? He's taking care of you. Can't you see that? If you keep on whining, he will get annoyed and tell you to shut up. Maybe threaten you and push you around a bit. However, on the other hand, he does blame himself for your outbursts. He's the one trapping you here, after all. He isn't dumb. He knows people don't exactly appreciate being kidnapped and trapped in another person's home. But he tries not to dwell on those feelings too mch, for his sake and yours.

z: zenith -> would they ever break their darling?

BRUNO would definitely aim to break you, although he doesn't see it that way. He sees it as you 'embracing your circumstances.' He's a simple guy with simple wants. Clean streets to patrol, a spouse to come home to and a hot dinner to enjoy. As stated above, he definitely loves the idea of you more than the actual you. And if it means you fitting his ideal of a housespouse, he is more than willing to break you.

if LEONE broke you, he couldn't live with it. He just simply couldn't. Everything he loved about you is all gone, all because of him. The guilt would utterly consume him to the point of no return, and he wouldn't be able to live with it for too long.

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How many characters can i pick for the yandere alphabet thing?

id give a max of three so i can answer them fully!

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hi!! i'm really bored + itching to write something, so send in some prompts for the yandere alphabet for jojo's bizarre adventure or hunter x hunter!

my rules are here if you want any clarification on what i will + won't write!!

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₊ ⊹ᯓ★ yandere jotaro headcanons ✮⋆｡°✩⋆˙

trigger warning for: isolation, stalking, delusions, violence (not to reader), and general yandere/horror themes. please take care of yourself and click off if any of this will trigger you.

a/n: this is general to all iterations of jotaro imo, but i had post-part 3, pre-part 4 jotaro in mind. enjoy!

Jotaro sees you as someone he needs to protect first and foremost. This man is so overprotective that it's actually ridiculous.

Going outside? He’s coming with you. Classes? Wow, you guys suddenly have the same schedule! Visiting family? All your relatives love him, even if he’s a bit quiet and brooding.

You are NEVER alone with this man– never ever. That's one trait he absolutely shares with Holly.

And when he’s with you, he’s oddly silent. Simply..observing, like a shadow. 

He doesn’t try to intrude or converse with you unless you start talking to him first. He’s content with being simply beside you– even if you don’t know it.

Which reminds me, he’s a stalker. For a 196cm hulking ton of muscle, he’s surprisingly sneaky if he needs to be. Not to mention Star Platinum, although he tries to keep Star to a minimum. 

Mostly because Star Platinum is incredibly lovey-dovey. Playing with your hair, invisible kisses and hugs, the whole shebang. 

And the stand is more than willing to kill any rivals for your affections, unlike Jotaro.

He'd never hurt you. Plain and simple. He's fine with threatening you, if he absolutely must without any other option, but even the thought of you in pain brings chills down his spine. He lives to be your protector, your guardian. Hurting you is betraying his goal.

Jotaro refuses to leave you for one reason: he's seen the absolute worst of the world. Beneath that stoic facade is someone who’s endured trauma beyond imagination. And even though he claims otherwise, it's definitely affected him.

He doesn’t care if you’re a capable or exceptionally strong stand user. He needs to be able to protect you at all times. He can’t lose you like he’s lost so many people he loved.

But there’s also a level of selfishness and hypocrisy to him. After all, he’s the one bringing danger to you. Stand users are attracted to stand users– and just by his presence, he’s probably putting you at immense risk.

He can’t leave you, though. He's aware it’s hypocritical, but he doesn’t care. 

And his protection, too, is hypocritical. 

He rationalises beating the shit out of that store assistant who helped you get something by saying that it's to protect you. But deep down, he knows that it isn't true. 

He rationalises isolating you by saying he isn’t really isolating you. You have his family, his friends, and him. What more do you need?

This is another facet of Jotaro: his delusions. 

Jotaro sees the world in black and white. There are good guys and bad guys. There are people out to get you, and you and him. There are his friends and his enemies. There’s no grey area, no wiggle room, no third option.

He can’t really see himself as a bad guy, even though he knows what he’s doing is wrong. He has to justify it. If he’s the bad guy, then…

So he continues on with his delusions unchallenged. Holly is his number one enabler, so he has no reason to believe otherwise.

On the topic of Holly, you get two yanderes for the price of one. Holly absolutely babies you to oblivion and treats you like a jewel. 

You’re the first person her son has genuinely connected with since he returned from Egypt. For so long, she thought he was gone, that a part of him had been shattered during those 50 days. But you’re here, and for the first time, she sees the light in his eyes shine like they used to when he was a child.

Somehow, she’s even more delusional than her son. Begging for help? She interprets it as you asking for love advice, and chuckles as she recounts how she met her husband. Crying after Jotaro left one of your friends in a coma? You’re obviously worried about his safety! You’d make such a great child-in-law, she just knows it!

The fact of the matter, in the end, is that your life would go into shambles the minute he develops an interest in you. You’d be alone, with him and his mother and what few friends he allows you to see. You can’t risk seeing anyone without his temper flaring. 

But please, he’s doing this for you. Just believe him, won't you?

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jsyk yandere! jotaro is like,,, kind of a dork. his knowledge of romance is next to 0.

which is why he doesn't process why kidnapping you and keeping you in his bedroom is bad. you passed him your pen during japanese. you're clearly madly in love with him. now will you sit still while he tries to feed you his mom's curry? its a classic.

edit: full yandere jotaro hcs are here! enjoy :)

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oh hunter, my hunter!

interlude i - wanderlust and other musing

ch. i

trigger warnings : none, so far. eventual yandere later on. take care of yourself and click off if that will trigger you. your mental health matters.

“In 1967, about 5 years after the birth of her first son First Prince Benjamin, First Queen Unma of the Kakin Empire gave birth once again to a pair of twins – the Fourth and Fifth Princes of the Empire. Two healthy, young children. The queen had shed tears of joy at their birth. They were held and kissed by their father, the Emperor, as their eyes opened and they saw the world for the first time.

The twins were given the names Zenobia Ashoka Hui Guo Rou and Tserriednich Magne Hui Guo Rou, chosen by their mother. The people celebrated the births of the first new Kakin children after 3rd Prince Zhang Lei three years prior."

You hated how even your birth had been propaganda. 

In reality, your birth had been painful. Your mother had sobbed because she was in utter misery. Her body had been utterly destroyed by you and Tserri, and she was so exhausted that she fell asleep afterward.

Your father had taken a glance at you and your brother before leaving immediately. He couldn’t have cared less; two children of the many he would have. Another competitor for his throne.

As the final nail in the coffin, Tserri had been born with Respiratory Distress Syndrome and Jaundice. His first few weeks were spent in the NICU, whilst you were being nursed by Kakia. Alone, because your mother had gone to visit Benjamin at his boarding school during his term break.

Your life had begun in misery, and it would surely end that way, too. Utterly meaningless, devoid of any impact or meaning.

You had done the math. You and Tserri, as of right now, had a 1/10 chance of becoming King respectively. Using basic math, that would mean there was a 9/10 chance that you would die in the Succession Contest. That denominator, and therefore that chance, was sure to increase as more and more children were born. 

It was clear you were just one of many, anyway. Your mother rarely looked at you, never acknowledged your presence. She was too busy talking about her beloved Benjamin. Hell, she may have hated Tserri’s guts, but at least she noticed him. Her eyes were never on you, You were just a nobody. As important to her as her handmaidens or the other queens.

You couldn’t help but resent her, but you didn’t hold sheer hatred towards her, in the same way you hated your father.

Nasubi Hui Guo Rou was a pathetic, utterly reprehensible, slimy, lustful waste of space. Greedy, and indulgent, he was never satisfied with what he had. His ego mattered more than anything else to him, and the suffering of others was the least of his priorities. 

His children were never a priority in the first place. You knew this. Not even Benjamin, the golden child, or Camilla, the perfect princess, received much of his attention; let alone you.

It was just you and Kakia against the world. 

Tserri was there, sure, but he showed affection in a manner you never quite understood. Beheading your dolls, destroying your drawings, calling you names; this sort of bullying was Tserri’s way of love. You understood that he didn’t know how else to grab your attention; he was a spoiled brat at heart. And sure, it was love, but it wasn’t the kind of affection Kakia showed you.

Kakia was your mother. As good of a mother as you had, anyway.

She had nursed you, changed your diapers, played with you, taught you. She was your best friend, your confidant, your carer, your teacher. She called you [Name], a nickname she had made up, on the spot. She was the only one of your employees who dared to treat you like a person. Every role in life that had any impact on you, Kakia had played. 

She was everything to you.

She was the first person to notice your talent. Specifically, she'd noticed it after you had solved a Sudoku in the newspaper, aged six.

She had ruffled your hair before encouraging you to continue with the various other puzzles in the paper. She had then bought you a book full of them.

A book became several. She got you a library’s worth of logic puzzles, cold cases, and mind games. She had encouraged you to stretch your mind. To think beyond what was in front of you.

She had encouraged your passion in a way no one else had. You fell in love with puzzles, riddles, and logic. They were irrefutable. There was logic in absolutely everything. If you looked close enough, you could pull out the threads and untangle any knot. 

You had discovered your passion. You’d stay hours cooped up in your room, working on whatever new thing piqued your interest. Especially after Tserri went to the military academy, you had no reason to come out.

So you didn't. You stayed in your own world.

You, Kakia, and your books.

She often talked about her past.

She used to be a Hunter. A Crime Hunter, who had travelled the world before becoming a nanny for the Kakin Royal Family.

She had seen the blue skies of Padokea, the green fields of Jappon, and the ruins of Kukan’yu. And the way she described them had you eager for more.

You wanted to travel the world just as she had, to solve as many puzzles as you could. Deductive logic could only get you so far within the walls of your bedroom. 

You wanted to stretch your legs. To feel the grass underneath your feet.

You wanted to see everything in the same way she had. 

“You had once asked Kakia why she had become a nanny. She was braiding your hair. A sudoku book was spread flat on your lap. She laughed. 

“Hmm…I came, at first, because it was good money and I was in debt. I was planning on leaving as soon as I could afford it. Then, I met you, and I decided to stay.”

“Why?”

“Because you have so much potential, [Name]. So much talent beneath that cute face. Don’t waste it, alright? Promise me you won’t.”

“I promise!”

The two of you interlock pinkies– the most sacred of all bonds.”

After Kakia’s death, right after your 12th birthday, you ran away. There was no reason to stay in this place where you didn’t belong.

Your potential would be wasted here.

It wasn’t that hard to set it up. A fake passport, a new name derived from your old nickname, a new haircut..these were all things that could be arranged in an instant for someone of your standing.

Not like your parents cared either. This was just a phase for them. Tserri was at the Academy, so the lack of you wouldn’t be noticed at the next banquet. You were sure of it.

The real question was this– what would you do?

You didn’t have a purpose. A reason to exist. 

So you wandered. You travelled wherever you could. So long as you could pay, nobody would question it. And with the hefty amount of money you inherited from Kakia, you never had to worry about a single Jenny.

You saw everything. You saw the sightly views; the scenery, the food, the experiences. You also saw the unsightly things; the poverty, the suffering, and the misery that most people felt under capitalism.

It was the first time that you realised just how privileged you really were.

Sure, you had your own troubles, but you were free. You were free to pursue whatever it is you wished, to travel around the world, to live without worrying about your next meal or the roof over your head.

You began to value your freedom more. Value what you grew up with.

You had someone that cared about you. So many people couldn’t say the same.

It was one night, under the roof of a motel in Ochima, that you decided you would live a life with meaning. With purpose. 

No matter what, you’d have something to live for. You wouldn’t die as one of many.

You had been born in privilege and you’d make good use of it.

A flyer for the 267th Hunter Exam is in your hands. It’s in Saherta. A while away from here, but you could make it in time.

You’d become a Hunter, just like Kakia. And you’d find something to live for. You promised yourself that.

notes;

i can't spell tserriednich's name for the life of me. i think i misspelled it on ao3.

reader is the fourth prince of kakin

next chapter the action starts i promise

[hershey-writes]

yandere! yuta okkotsu is batshit terrifying, by the way.

sure, he's a bit of a wallflower. he keeps to himself. he won't start fights and he certainly wouldn't end them. he's gentle and sweet. the sort of boy you'd trust with your drink or ask for advice. not necessarily the intimidating type.

but when it comes to you?

all hell breaks loose.

yuta will abadon his morals, ethics, everything that makes him yuta if it means that you'll have a smile on your face. he doesn't care if its wrong. illegal. morally reprehensible.

he cares about you. he, yuta okkotsu, exists for you. your happiness. your smile. your pleasure. your satisfication.

if you tell him to bark, he'll bark. if you tell him to kill, he'll kill.

and god help any soul that comes in the way of that.

[hershey-writes]

oh hunter, my hunter!

chapter I: to be a hunter

interlude i

trigger warnings : none, so far. eventual yandere later on. take care of yourself and click off if that will trigger you. your mental health matters.

By the time 12-year-old Ging Freecss had reached the Hunter Exam, he was ticked off. 

The actual ‘examinations’ themselves were easy. The boat ride, the Kiriko…there was nothing Ging found particularly difficult or interesting, really. 

That was his issue.

It was so goddamn boring. 

He left Whale Island for adventure, to see the world, and to have some fun. He wanted to actually enjoy himself instead of spending the rest of his days dreaming about the world outside while fishing for some cod. 

He wanted more. He wanted the blood pumping through his veins, that high he got when he fished for the Master of The Swamp, the adrenaline he felt when he got on the boat off the island for the first time. 

But he wasn’t challenged at all. Nothing was unexpected. The boat ride was snore-worthy, the Kiriko couple were just a bore and the Gatekeeper’s riddle was troublesome more than anything. 

As he sat in the middle of the forest with the rest of the 500 or so examinees, he wondered if he was going to fall asleep. The Hunter Exam was nothing like the books he read, the stories he had heard. The tales, trials, and tribulations. The great sights of the world. 

He leaned back on the tree he was sitting under, a sigh escaping his lips. 

What a disappointment. Seriously.

Of the examinees, none were particularly eye-catching, either. There was the weird old man who tried to feed him laxative soda (which he’d consumed without much issue), and that was it. Nobody had tried to approach him, and there was nobody he wanted to approach.

He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the roots, trying his hardest to stay patient, something that had always been difficult for him. 

His eyes drifted over the crowd again. None of them seemed to be around his age. Except for one, standing a bit ahead, to his left. 

They were pretty. He had to admit it. Their clothes were nice, far nicer than anything Ging had ever owned. More expensive, too, if he were to make a rough estimate. They were also taller than him, although he’d hate to admit it.

Their badge number (532) indicated that they had just arrived. They had been typing on their phone for the past few minutes. Texting someone, if Ging had to make a guess.

In fact, if Ging had to make a general sketch of their character, he’d emphasise three points;

They were wealthy. An outfit made of cashmere and pure cotton, most probably. A hat with a bunch of pins and decorations. Dark leather boots that looked well-maintained and barely worn. All things that, based on the quality, would cost a fortune. Not to mention the flip phone and presumed phone plan.

They were relatively friendly. They nodded politely to anyone who looked their way and had a smile on their face whilst they texted. They didn’t seem to be on guard at all, the direct opposite of anyone else there. In fact, they had accepted the old man’s laxative soda, though they hadn’t drunk it– which directly tied into his third point.

They were clever. They hung out near the edge, where they wouldn’t be nearly as obvious. They didn’t interact with other contestants much. They kept to themselves. All signs that they knew how intense the exam would be and knew better than to hang around those that would just trouble them. 

Or so Ging thought, anyway. This was just his rough estimate of their character, after all. He’d have to actually talk to them to–

Talk to them?

Why would Ging talk to them? 

He shook his head and closed his eyes, imagining all the scenarios within which he could talk to them, all of which madehim seem like an embarrassing loser. Sure, they looked interesting, but why would he go out of his way to talk to a participant in an exam that they were more than likely to fail? Not only would it just bog him down, but the conversation would also be unbelievably awkward.

Ging had never been a particularly verbose or confident person. As Yiaya Abe used to say, he was like a butterfly cocoon when forced to socialise, utterly within himself.

He’d just embarrass himself. There was really no point. 

He sighs, opening his eyes..to see them in front of him, their head tilted in curiosity.

Oh. Oh. 

Now that Ging has a closer view of their face, he can see the little details. Their eyes were wide and sort of analysingthem. They reminded him of a chipmunk with that impatient stare, now that he thought of it.

In fact, they were reminiscent of the skittish doe that roamed throughout Whale Island, appearance-wise. Their eyes, however, reminded him more of the Master of The Swamp.

Sharp. Piercing. As if they were staring right through you. 

Their voice breaks him out of his stream of thought.

“You’re awake.” 

“..Yeah,” he says, looking away from them. 

“How old are you?”

“Huh?”

“How old are you?” they repeat, a little louder, their face twisted into a more irritated expression.

“12.”

“Oh. I’m 12. I’m turning 13 next month, though. So I’m older than you, aren’t I?”

“..Yeah. I guess.”

‘What does that have to do with anything?’ he wonders as he picks up a rock from the ground and fiddles with it.

“What’s your name?” they ask. “My name’s [Name]. [Name] [Surname].”

“..Ging. Ging Freecss.”

“Oh. Okay. Let’s team up.”

“Hm?” 

“Let’s team up!” they repeat, their face looking even more ticked off. 

“Are you deaf or something?”

Ging pauses for a moment, processing what they just said.

They had literally just met. The only thing he knew about them was that they were a year older than him. And they were suggesting a team-up? During the Hunter Exam?

“..Why?” he says, frowning. 

“‘Cause everyone is way older than us. They’ll target both of us first because of that. Young equals weak in their caveman minds. It’s better to stick together during the exam so that we aren’t easy targets for everyone else.”

He couldn’t really refute that logic, honestly. He had already felt eyes on him when he had come into the forest for the first time. 

He cracks his knuckles and stands up. His assumption was correct– they were taller than him, but only by a couple centimeters, which was practically nothing, right? 

“How do I know I can trust you, anyway? You could just be trying to take me out early.”

They sigh as if they had been expecting this response, before reaching up and taking off one of their hat pins. The sort he’d only seen in Yiaya’s magazines.

“Here,” they say, offering the pin to him. 

“This should be worth enough to buy out a couple of apartments in Yorknew City’s CBD. You can probably start a new life with it if you save enough. Consider it a form of..insurance, if I do betray you.”

He eyes it carefully, before pocketing it. 

“Alright, then. But this doesn’t really ensure anything.” 

“No, it doesn’t. But I am older than you, so you should listen to me.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.” 

“Yeah, it does. I’m a year more experienced than you.”

“A year doesn’t change a thing.”

“Yeah, it does. It means I’m a year older than you.”

“First of all–”

“ALRIGHT!”

A loud, deep yell interrupts their argument. It was from the north, from a man about triple Ging’s height. He looked..fierce, with a white Hungarian mustache and his hair tied into two ponytails. His face had strange war paint on it, too, and he was wearing some sort of armour. 

“That should be the last of the applicants.” Beans confirms, looking up at the man.

The man nods, before speaking. 

“My name is Botobai Gigante. I will be your examiner for the First Phase. Welcome to the 267th Hunter Exam.”

a/n:

i added flip phones because tserriednich owns a smartphone, implying that the technology in hunter x hunter is closer to modern times despite it being the year 2000. 20 years before that, its more than likely that flip phones were a thing.

the freecss family is greek because its a personal hc of mine that i'll take any excuse to sneak in.

imagine jotaro's hat when you think of your own hat, except it isn't melted to your hair..unless you want that qwq??

couldn't think of any hunters old enough to examine ging's exams except botobai and i was too lazy to make an oc.

the laxative soda is a tonpa reference LMAO

12 year old ging is adorable

[hershey-writes]

@hershey-writes presents...

⋆｡°✩ oh hunter, my hunter!

you are [name] [surname], running away from a past and a world you despise. you want to see everything this earth has to offer and find the truth within it all. you are sick of ivory towers and golden hallways. you want to see it all.

he is ging freecss. he's leaving behind a life of eternal boredom to be excited. to feel a rush in his veins. to feel the thrill of the adventure, of the moments made along the way. he wants to feel. fully and truly.

the year is 1980. its the first hunter exam. when you and him meet, sparks fly. you become his new hyperfixation, he becomes a symbol of your newfound freedom.

for better or for worse, the two of you are sticking it out.

updated irregularly.

⋆｡°✩ chapters

to be a hunter. (ao3)

interlude i - wanderlust and other musings (ao3)

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hunter x hunter (ging (obvs), kurapika, leorio, illumi, milluki if you give me a good prompt, chrollo, aged up!gon and killua, machi, pakunoda, pariston, cheadle, kite)

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oh hunter, my hunter! (ging freecss x reader, longfic, slowburn, eventual yandere)

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kishibe rohan's love report (rohan kishibe x reader, part 4, slowburn, oneshot)