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kanatajelly · 2 months

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illogical processes

yandere!five pebbles x reader

author's note: hello rain world fandom... i have no idea if y'all are interested in yandere fics lmao, but i love pebbles so i wrote one anyway. also reader is an ancient in this fic.

warnings: general yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, forced isolation, a lot of angst, major character death (reader)

word count: 4134

There was most definitely something wrong about all of this.

It had been so long since someone had come to visit you. Of course, it wasn’t like you weren’t used to being confined to one room for hours and even days on end, but eventually there was always someone who came to visit. Your father, or your aunt, or some of the few friends you’d managed to make in your early childhood, or even sometimes colleagues and acquaintances of your father, who would ask you of his great innovations as if you actually had any worthwhile knowledge of their inner workings.

But now it was just you.

And Five Pebbles.

“Pebbles, I’m bored,” you complained, sluggishly tossing aside a pearl you’d been turning around in your hands for the past few minutes. A pearl that you’d read over and over and over again, just like the rest of them. A sigh came from the robot suspended above you. His umbilical cable moved down the wall as he lowered himself to your level, looking you in the eyes. “Then read something. Or listen to music,” he said matter-of-factly. You glared up at him, annoyed with his response. “I’ve read and listened to everything in this room hundreds of times now,” you pointed out, your voice strained, “Can’t I go outside for once? Or talk to Big Sis Moon and the others? It’s been such a long while since you let me chat with them over communications.”

Five Pebbles mirrored your expression, although his glare contained a venomous iciness that yours lacked. “Don’t you dare say that name,” he seethed. You knew that something had to have happened between him and Looks to the Moon, since he had recently started speaking of her as if she were a horrible person (which she was not); but you had no idea what exactly had happened. Every time you tried to ask, Five Pebbles simply dismissed your inquiries. However, now that you had his full attention, you thought it’d be worth another try. “Why shouldn’t I? I love Big Sis Moon, and I miss her a lot. I know I can’t go and see her anymore, but I want to talk to her at least,” you said, trying to keep your voice as free of frustration as possible so as to not anger Pebbles too much. He avoided your eyes and mumbled something under his breath.

Tilting your head to the side, you pressed, “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” Pebbles’ eyes darted up to yours again before he repeated, louder this time, “I said, that’s not possible.” Clenching your hand into a fist, you retorted, “Why?! Why isn’t that possible?! You never properly tell me anything, Pebbles! You never tell me about Big Sis Moon… or about my father. Why can’t I see them anymore? Where have they gone?!” Your shoulders heaved along with your breaths. You had been trying to be calm, but his constant dismissals were really starting to grate at your nerves. An odd emotion flashed in Five Pebbles’ eyes for a moment. He looked almost… guilty. But before you could properly process it, it was gone, being once again replaced by the ice-cold annoyance that always seemed to rest on his face. “You ask too many questions. I’m going back to work,” he concluded, returning to his previous position, suspended above you like some sort of god or otherwise ethereal creature.

You were silent for a while, lost in your thoughts. The only noise in the small space was the low hum of Pebbles’ operating system as he worked through his calculations as always. He really never did anything but work, did he? You wondered what he was always doing. You had faint memories of your father explaining why he built Moon and later Pebbles; something about ascension and the Great Problem. You never really understood your people’s obsession with transcending in the first place - you had other things to worry about, after all.

“Pebbles?” you tried again after around ten minutes had passed. He let out another sigh upon hearing you call him, but it wasn’t as exasperated as the last had been. “Yes?” he responded without moving from his spot up in the air. “Can I at least go outside? Just for a bit,” you asked gingerly. Pebbles put a hand to his forehead, rubbing at his temples in frustration. “There’s never an end to the questions with you, is there?” he remarked, surprisingly not sounding as irritated as you assumed he would. You pouted, saying, “Well, if you’re like me and you’re stuck in a plain-looking room for hours on end with your only company being a literal supercomputer who’s always busy and never has time for you, you would do nothing but ask questions too.”

Five Pebbles’ shoulders twitched at your scathing words. He was quiet for a moment, before you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and towards him; a result of his gravity manipulation, no doubt. Once you were close enough to him, he tentatively placed a hand on your shoulder. The contact shocked you a bit, as Pebbles had never been the type to initiate physical affection. Even when you gave him hugs and such in the earlier days of your time together, he would simply grumble and begrudgingly accept, but never reciprocate, the contact. His next words were spoken in a very soft tone that was also out of character for him, “Look. I’ve told you this more times than I can count, and I’ll say it again. You’re sick. Going outside could potentially be dangerous for your bodily condition. Even if I send an Overseer with you, there’s no guarantee of your safety. What if you collapse and nobody’s there to bring you back to me? What if you get found and eaten by some sort of creature? There’s too many unknowns. Just stay here.”

One look at his eyes told you that Pebbles wasn’t budging on his point. Your expression fell, the little bit of hope that you felt from his unusual treatment of you having been extinguished once again. “...You used to let me out,” you murmured, “You used to let me go into the city. I want to do that again. I want to be able to see the view from the top of your superstructure again. Please, Pebbles. I can’t handle being stuck in this room anymore… Please.” His hand fell from your shoulder, instead reaching out to take your hand, but stopping halfway. “That’s not possible anymore. The city isn’t what it used to be,” he replied, his tone almost pensive. He then quickly recomposed himself before turning away from you and continuing, “Either way, I’m busy. If you have nothing worthwhile to say, I’d like for you to stop bothering me now.”

That statement was the last straw for you. “Hah, I’m always bothering you, aren’t I? If you don’t want me around so much, then why don’t you just let me die,” you spat angrily. Five Pebbles snapped his head back around to look at you. “How utterly illogical,” he retaliated, “The way your mind works is impossible for me to understand sometimes. Just do as I say and occupy your time with something other than continuously questioning me about such… ridiculous topics. As I say all the time, I am busy.” With that, he floated you back down to sit on your makeshift bed, and resumed his calculations. As per usual, when Pebbles decided that the conversation was over, you had no say in it anymore.

Your body formed a little ball on your bed, trying to hide the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. “Things were better when I lived with Big Sis Moon,” you whispered, curling into yourself. Suddenly, the mechanical whirring of Five Pebbles’ computer processes stopped all at once, almost like he’d short-circuited. “What did you say?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. When you didn’t reply, he repeated his words, this time in a furious shout, “I asked, WHAT DID YOU SAY?!” All the electronic systems in the room abruptly flared back to life as soon as Pebbles had raised his voice. Multiple discharges of light that looked almost like thunderbolts projected out of the holographic circle which was always behind him. He was really angry this time, and it honestly scared you. You huddled further into yourself, as if doing that would put you in some sort of safe shell where Five Pebbles couldn’t harm you.

Before either of you could say anything, a loud beeping started ringing out in the room. “Shit!” Pebbles yelled, the expression of profanity an unusual thing to hear from him, “Ugh, of COURSE you made me make an error in my processing! All of you are so absolutely unbearable! Both you, and Moon! You’re always interfering, always getting in the way!” Sticking your head out of the ball you had curled into, you softly said, “Pebbles, I’m so-” Turning to you, he screamed, “SHUT UP! I don’t want to hear anything out of you anymore!” You flinched at his harsh tone, and the tears that had been threatening to spill from your eyes all this time finally came out. As you sobbed quietly, you could hear Pebbles frantically working, trying to fix the apparent error that your interruption had caused him. He was mumbling things to himself, most of which you couldn’t hear. There was one thing you could make out, which he repeated several times, “I hope this didn’t make things any worse…”

Quite a bit of time passed after that - you honestly weren’t sure how long it had been. Pebbles seemed completely engrossed in his work, the multiple screens around the room telling you that he was computing way more parallel processes than he usually did. A thought suddenly occurred to you. Since he seemed so wholly focused on what he was doing, maybe this was your chance. Maybe, just maybe, you could finally get out of this godforsaken room.

As quietly as you could, you crawled off of your bed and slowly walked over to the wall, enough so you were right under the pipe that would take you outside. You glanced over at Pebbles. He was turned away from you. Perfect. You bent your knees to get more momentum, then jumped as high as you possibly could. With the help of the low gravity, you got about halfway up the wall. While floating in the air, you kicked yourself off the wall to further propel yourself upwards, and reached your hands above your head. When you managed to catch the edge of the exit pipe, you used all your strength to pull your body up into it. Although it took a little while and left you feeling exhausted, you eventually managed to pull yourself through the pipe and outside Pebbles’ room. Somehow, you’d done it.

Once you were outside, one look around told you that you’d gone through the wrong pipe. Instead of ending up in the access shaft that would take you on top of Five Pebbles’ can, you had accidentally taken the pipe that led to the inner workings of his superstructure. You considered going back to change pipes, but figured that it was too risky. If Pebbles had already noticed your absence and you went back in, he could use his gravity control to render you essentially immobile. Shrugging, you decided that you’d try and find another way out by going through his superstructure. As long as you avoided the dangerous-looking mechanical parts, you should be fine… right?

As you floated through the center of Five Pebbles, you marvelled at all the colours and noises that filled the large space. Sure, it was a little overwhelming, but it really emphasized the fact that you were inside the heart of a supercomputer. You could see all his neuron flies and other biological parts around you. When you reached out to catch a neuron in your hand, it felt oddly warm, almost like holding someone’s hand. It was a nice feeling compared to the cold metal that Pebbles’ puppet body was made out of. You hugged the neuron fly to your chest for a brief moment before letting it go. Suddenly, you felt awfully guilty for leaving Pebbles alone. Shaking your head, you told yourself that it was fine. You could never understand why he was always so dramatic about you leaving; it wasn’t like you’d be gone forever.

Not long after you’d started your journey, you made it out of what seemed to be the central area of Five Pebbles, and ended up in an area that sported mostly white walls, along with more biomechanical parts. This area was a lot less visually striking than the central part you’d been in before, but it was still fascinating to you. You’d never known that the inside of this superstructure consisted of so many different looking spaces. It just made you admire Pebbles all the more. Of course, this admiration also extended to your father, since he was one of the people who built all of this. You missed your father. Maybe you’d be able to see him after finding a way out, and then you could tell him that you finally understood how amazing his creation was.

Eventually, you exited the white-walled area, and moved into an area which was much darker than the other two you’d been in; although there was a dull, teal-coloured light that illuminated the chamber enough to see. The other odd thing was that this area seemed to have little blue lights along the walls, as well as blue ropes running between them. You continued downwards, wondering if those blue ropes and lights were also some of the biological parts of Five Pebbles.

Suddenly, the entire room shook violently, causing you to freeze, before you suddenly found yourself free-falling. You let out a yelp and managed to barely catch onto one of the blue ropes before you hit a solid surface. Was the gravity on now? The teal background lighting had turned red, so maybe that signified that the zero gravity controls were disabled. That was strange… This hadn’t happened in any other part of the can that you’d travelled through. You wondered if Pebbles himself had been the one to stop the gravity, maybe as a way to prevent you from moving any further; though that theory was quickly debunked once you noted that it also prevented you from going back. Pebbles would never act that “illogically”, as he would say.

As abruptly as the first time it had happened, the room shook once again before the light turned teal, and you felt your body floating. The zero gravity was back on, it seemed. Pushing yourself off the rope you’d been holding onto, you used the momentum to propel yourself further downwards, grabbing onto another blue rope soon after to ensure you didn’t fall when the gravity turned back on, which it soon did. This was definitely strange, but you didn’t really see the point in pondering it too much. After all, you knew very little about the inner workings of the iterators; maybe this was necessary for some specific purpose.

While you waited for the gravity to switch again, you observed the little blue lights on the walls of the room. Suddenly, one of them twitched, almost like it was alive. Your eyes widened, and you decided to look closer. That’s when you realized that these blue lights weren’t a part of the wall; they seemed to belong to fleshy, black creatures that were attached to the wall. The creatures also had stubby little tentacles that protruded from them, wiggling back and forth in the air. As soon as the gravity switched, you let go of the blue rope you’d been holding onto, now very aware that those weren’t part of Five Pebbles, but some other… thing. Whatever they were, you didn’t want to go near them. Unfortunately, as those “ropes” were the only things to hold onto in the open space (other than the occasional metal pole), you were forced to latch onto another one to avoid falling to your death once the gravity turned off again.

Something flashed in the corner of your eye. You looked to the wall next to you, only to jump when you noticed something new coming out of a section of the wall that was devoid of the weird black creatures. Your initial shock faded when you realized it was one of Pebbles’ Overseers. The little robot was projecting a holographic arrow at you, pointing up in the direction which you’d come from. It then added a little picture of Pebbles next to the arrow, obviously trying to convince you to go back to him. “I’m not going back yet,” you told the Overseer, “I want to go outside for once. I’m not leaving forever, I’ll be back at some point. I know you can hear me through this thing, Pebbles - so don’t freak out too much, okay? I promise I’ll be back.”

The Overseer did not seem happy with your reply, shaking back and forth violently as if it were trying to say “no”. It then projected an X in the air, later adding a drawing of a mouth behind the X. “What? Are you asking me to stop talking? My god, Pebbles, you can be so annoying sometimes. I’m leaving,” you stated, propelling yourself off the blue rope you were hanging onto. Pebbles’ Overseer seemed incredibly distressed at this, and went back to trying to convince you to return to Pebbles by pointing upwards. You simply ignored it, huffing in annoyance.

Suddenly, you started to hear a squelching sound. You couldn’t really compare the sound to anything else you’d ever heard in your life, but whatever it was, it made you shudder. You looked below you to see what was producing that sound… only to see a large, spider-like creature advancing up towards you. The main part of the monster looked like the fleshy black things that lined the walls - only this one was mobile and had several long tentacles, some of which it was using to climb upwards. The tentacles that weren’t propelling the creature up were reaching up, reaching towards you. You screamed and frantically swung your limbs upwards, as if you were swimming. The Overseer pointed you upwards once more, towards a metal pole that you could use to pull yourself away from the creature. Reaching out towards the pole, your fingers barely brushed it before the room shook and the zero gravity turned off.

As your body catapulted downwards, you tried to reach for something, anything, that you could grab onto to prevent yourself from falling into the tentacles of the terrifying black-and-blue creature. However, your efforts were in vain. You felt a tentacle wrap itself around your ankle and pull you down towards the creature’s bulbous body. “PEBBLES! HELP!” you cried out, reaching towards his Overseer. Unfortunately, his Overseer could only reach so far, and it wasn’t far enough. And what could it even do for you if it could reach you? Nothing. It was only an Overseer; its only capabilities were hologram projection and acting as a camera for its iterator.

Even as the zero gravity came back on, you were still being dragged downwards, closer and closer to the creature. As you neared it, it latched more of its tentacles onto your other limbs to stop you from struggling. Once you were close enough, it began to shove you into what you assumed was its mouth, despite being unable to see any sort of facial features on its body. First went your legs, then your hips, then your torso. It felt so painful; as if your body was getting crushed up into mush, every bone in your body slowly shattering and the remnants of your limbs being forcibly pushed together as the creature squeezed you into an easily digestible pulp. Before the creature totally consumed your head, you were able to let out one final, broken cry of Pebbles’ name. The last part of you to go was your hand, still outstretched towards the Overseer, something that couldn’t even help you in the first place.

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After Pebbles had finally managed to correct the error that he had caused due to his anger at your final statement, he turned back towards your corner of the room, ready to apologize and smooth things over with you (as much as he didn’t want to admit his own fault). However, he was shocked to find that you weren’t there. He called your name a few times, only to receive no response. Had you somehow slipped out of his room while he was busy fixing things? “No… How could I have let them get out?!” he shouted, angry at himself. He sent a large number of Overseers out to look for you, covering every part of his can, as well as the exterior of it.

Eventually, Pebbles found you. But he found you in the worst possible place you could be in. You were in the area of his superstructure that he called “Unfortunate Development”, as it was the place where the Rot infecting him was the most virulent. He told his Overseer to convince you to come back as quickly as possible - there was no way you could survive in Unfortunate Development. He could hear you speak through the Overseer, “I’m not going back yet. I want to go outside for once. I’m not leaving forever, I’ll be back at some point. I know you can hear me through this thing, Pebbles - so don’t freak out too much, okay? I promise I’ll be back.”

“Don’t be stupid! You’ll never get out of there alive. Come back, come back right now!” Pebbles shouted, even though you couldn’t hear him. He told his Overseer to tell you to stop speaking, as some of his observations had shown that the mobile Rot cysts reacted mostly to noise. “What? Are you asking me to stop talking? My god, Pebbles, you can be so annoying sometimes. I’m leaving,” you declared through the Overseer, then pushed yourself away from it. Shaking his head, Pebbles screamed, “No, no, NO! LISTEN TO ME!” He continued commanding the Overseer to try and convince you to come back, but his efforts were futile. There was a Rot cyst advancing towards you, and Pebbles couldn’t do anything about it. He had completely lost control over the gravity system in Unfortunate Development some time ago, so he couldn’t propel you away from the Rot cyst; and there was nothing his Overseer could do except project holograms. He could only watch as you were consumed by the Rot.

Five Pebbles had failed once again.

It was all his fault. If he hadn’t been so antagonistic towards you, maybe you wouldn’t have thought of leaving in the first place. If only he was more like Moon; kind, caring, friendly, and warm. But he wasn’t any of those things. He didn’t know how to be kind, didn’t know how to care for others, didn’t have any friends except Seven Red Suns (who he had lost by now), and he was so, so cold. If only he could have made you love him as much as he loved you, maybe this would have never happened. A little voice in his head told him that that wasn’t true. Even though he loved you, it wasn’t like he’d ever told you that. He always treated you horribly too, locking you inside his room with no entertainment other than the pearls that you’d read or listened to over and over again until even they became a source of boredom.

The mechanical whirring that rang out through Pebbles’ room became almost inaudible as he slowly paused or shut down all the processes he’d been working on, as well as all the Overseer camera feeds. They didn’t matter anymore. Nothing did. He’d gotten so used to your presence, and now that you were gone, potentially even dead, Pebbles couldn’t bring himself to do anything. Even if you somehow weren’t dead and you did reincarnate into the next cycle, why would you ever come back to him? There was no way you would. After all, why would you want to be with someone who kept you locked in a tiny room for cycles on end? Pebbles sank to the bottom of his chamber, his legs hitting the floor and putting him in a hunched-over sitting position. He hid his face in his hands; he was sure that if he could cry, he would be right now.

Now he really had nothing.

He was all alone.

Just as he deserved.

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kanatajelly · 6 months

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monops's reflection.

yandere!jade leech x (female) reader x floyd leech cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, unrequited love, obsession, drugging, kidnapping/captivity, restraints, dark/possessive/violent thoughts, biting, blood, characters written as 18+ note - happy birthday, tweels!!! :D may you continue to be crazy.

Mostro Lounge is tranquil tonight, save for the occasional clinking of glass against glass and the soft melodies tumbling from your lips. You busy yourself with song while you wipe the surface of a table, bending forwards to reach the very back with the dampened rag. Jade finds himself eyeing your figure as you flit about, observing the way you wring the cloth free of excess water, your fingers curling into the sodden fabric as if attempting to strangle it. And then it’s promptly dunked into the bucket and wrung out again in repetition. He stands behind the counter and continues to dry the same glass he started on two minutes ago, its shiny surface reflecting his distracted countenance.

There’s something curious about you.

He can’t quite put his finger on what that something is. The more he analyzes you, the further he strays from a proper interpretation of your character. For a human who can’t use magic, you’re surprisingly selfless. You cheer your friends on in their academic endeavors, offering them your help whenever it feels like they might need it, and you carry your own weight at the lounge, boldly standing up to patrons who get too big for their britches. Jade wanted to pity you in the beginning, when customers had been rough and rude with you, but you’d dealt with every difficulty with a bright grin and a few choice words.

You’re strong; you never back down.

Jade sets the glass in its rightful place and reaches for another, all while keeping his mismatched stare on you. He wonders how much pressure it would take for you to finally snap. Would you still be able to smile then? Could you even manage to stay afloat in pessimistic waters with that blithe façade of yours? If he were to cut into you with knife and fork—with dreadfully sharp words and even sharper actions—would you allow yourself to bleed out? Or would you accept your fate and smile up at him from your porcelain plate, promising him you’ll patch yourself up because it isn’t a big deal?

When you act so cheerful, so blissfully ignorant to the beast who lurks behind, it sets a potent yearning aflame. A yearning to break you well beyond repair. A yearning to take that smile, chew it up, and spit it out until it’s the most devastated frown he’s ever seen.

“Good work today, Jade!” With a breathless huff—he wants to bottle that breath and each one that will follow—you set the bucket down and roll your shoulders. Exhaustion shadows your face, adding deceptive age to your youthful appearance. “Do you need any help?”

“I’m quite all right. Thank you, though.” He returns your smile with one of his own, the usual placid, tight-lipped thing that both eases and unsettles depending on the situation. His default expression, forever the same unless circumstances call for the other faces he’s stowed in his vast repertoire. “You’re more than welcome to head back if you’ve finished for the evening. I can handle the rest.”

“You sure?” The bucket is in your hands again, and you carry it over to the sink to empty the murky water into the basin. He notes the way your arms shake ever so slightly as you struggle to balance the heavy thing against the counter. “I don’t mind waiting here until you’re done.”

“Very well. In that case, I won’t take too long.”

He finishes drying the remaining lineup, arranging each on its respective shelf before wiping the counter for extra measure. He doesn’t have to do it, but he does. It never hurts to be clinically clean.

Floyd should be done with the stock count by now, he thinks, gazing at the door leading to the kitchen. I should check it just in case.

After folding his rag into a neat square and tucking it away, he strides over to the door, opens it a crack, and pokes his head inside. The kitchen space is devoid of life. With furrowed brows, Jade opens the door wider just as Floyd jumps out from his spot behind the racks. He’s holding the clipboard in one hand and flailing with the other. His attempt at a fright does nothing to startle Jade, but it does cause you to flinch back. You do that a lot. Jade’s noticed that you scare easily, often falling victim to Floyd’s pranks during your shifts. It’s all harmless fun, but sometimes Jade catches himself wishing for Floyd to push you just a little harder. A little rougher. Maybe one day he will and Jade will finally witness tears lining your lashes.

“F-Floyd!” you snap, humiliated.

“Gotcha, Shrimpy. You always fall for it, y’know? Like a silly, stupid Shrimpy.” He passes the clipboard to Jade on his way out and adds, “Pretty sure everything’s correct.”

“Is it?” Jade peers at his brother’s handwriting. “If you don’t mind, I’ll review it once more.”

“Be my guest. Wasn’t really havin’ a ball fillin’ it out anyway.” He shrugs and then beelines for you, lifting you into the air with ease. He spins you despite your protests. Nasally laughter soon overtakes silence. Floyd has always been fond of your reactions; he eats them up as if it’s a special treat. “I wonder if you’ll get sick. You get motion sickness, Shrimpy? Tell me! Tell me!”

A covert smile stretches onto Jade’s mouth as he disappears into the kitchen, the door swinging shut behind him. While he goes over the numbers and corrects the errors Floyd’s made, he listens to you pleading with his brother to release you. Most of the numbers align with the remaining supplies and ingredients, and he adds his own notes in the margins so that Azul will know which are especially low and in need of replenishment. Checking his brother’s work isn’t a favorite pastime of Jade’s, but when it comes to the lounge and its success he’d rather look over a few numbers than watch sales plummet and listen to Azul’s endless slew of woeful complaints.

Once he’s made the necessary changes, he slips the sheet from the clipboard and heads back out. You’re in the process of chasing after Floyd, who’s holding your timecard above his head and dangling it like it’s a piece of bait. Part of Jade wants to enjoy the spectacle, but the other part is ready for the sweetness of sleep. For once he sides with the latter and clears his throat to get Floyd’s attention.

“Ah, you’re already done?” Having lost interest in the game, he drops your card at once. It flutters to the floor, and he watches with wide, gleeful eyes as you swoop down to catch it. “That all we gotta do?”

“I believe so. Azul’s staying late, so he will lock up.”

Jade sets the inventory sheet on the nearest table for Azul to find before retrieving and filling out his timecard. Floyd hasn’t even marked his hours yet, and Jade exhales an empty sigh and takes the initiative to write it in for him. It’s always been like this. Jade looks out for Floyd, not only because they’re family and have always done so, but because there are some instances where he’s much too careless.

It has been noted that the two of them are a package deal. A duo. A pair. Inseparable twins who balance each other with varying levels of insanity. Their bond is unbreakable, having been built from blood and the will to survive ever since they were vulnerable elvers. Floyd is a reflection of Jade, and Jade is a reflection of Floyd; that’s how they have lived. Like day and night, sugar and salt, and light and dark, they operate like clockwork, expertly in time with one another.

The center of their relationship has always remained the same, and Jade suspects it will never change, even after they’ve acclimated to human society. They are predators with finely honed instincts, masquerading above the water as humans. With razored rows of teeth and an insatiable hunger for unpredictability, the two of them function in a domesticated world. In order to survive in such a foreign environment, Jade has learned that they need each other, which is why it’s so salient that they get along most days.

And much like night and day, like a person with a shadow, one cannot exist without the other.

“See ya tomorrow, Shrimpy!” Floyd flashes you a jovial grin as you take your leave, but there’s a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “I’ll be waiting…”

“Um, yeah… H-Have a good night.”

With your timecard now in Jade’s capable hands, he’s free to observe your handwriting. There’s nothing special about the way you write, but it still manages to mesmerize him. Every loop of each letter, messily intertwining like frayed strings of fate, adds charm to the script. It’s obvious you tried and failed to sign your name in cursive, but the fact that you even bothered to do so is cute.

It’s truly not that important, he reminds himself as he places the cards back where they belong.

“Shall we head back now?”

Floyd nods, stifling a yawn. As they walk through peaceful halls, he adds in a conversational tone, “Awfully boring when Shrimpy’s not around.”

Jade weighs that declaration and finds himself nodding in agreement. “Yes, I suppose it is.”

i. on a moonlit night, under an eave of twinkling stars, monops waltzes gracefully with the ghost of his other half. the shards of a shattered mirror reflect two sides of the same coin, of human and monster. when the clouds part and an ethereal beam encases the solitary monops, the illusion melts away into a fleeting dream.

Floyd is everything Jade is not: energetic, extroverted, and brash. Such adjectives can’t possibly describe Jade’s outward demeanor—the one he carefully orchestrates for public consumption. He’s polite and kind, soft-spoken and always wearing a smile despite the situation. He cloaks himself in a many-layered mask—a perfect predator with multiple disguises at his disposal. If he must shed a dozen skins to uphold his gentlemanly disposition, then he will gladly peel them away one at a time until he’s found one that fits flawlessly over bone. Jade could never hope to become what Floyd is, but what Floyd is not Jade is. And he is composed of qualities that reflect Floyd’s own behaviors.

He’s not ashamed to admit what he lacks. This is just a facet of life. You can never truly have everything you want. If the world was fair, everyone would achieve their goals without adversity. Any aspiration, no matter how small and insignificant, requires an adequate fight to be worthy of achievement. Survival is not much of a dream, but it’s the only thing Jade’s ever known as he floats through the world alongside his brother. His dreams are Floyd’s, or so that’s what he’s always told those who enquire. He shares these things with him because he does not have any to call his own.

Not yet, at least.

And sharing—it’s a word he knows well. Everything that Jade owns, Floyd owns as well. They share the same face, the same room, the same clothes. They might even come to share the same lover one day, should they both find their hearts pierced by Cupid’s miserable arrows. Jade has never been against the concept of sharing. It’s an acceptable way of life for him. He grew up practicing the concept, and it has taught him how to coexist with others. Sharing is an extension of the bonds he’s formed.

Still, he’s avaricious in some aspects. Hopelessly so.

There’s no denying the difficulty that arises when one wishes to share in the turbulent waters of the Coral Sea, where the natural order caters to the strong and crushes the weak, but splitting the essentials is what guarantees survival. And if it’s worked so well in the past, why should he stop now? Therefore, sharing will always be a priority, even if their desires are fraught with selfish envy.

Jade is watching you again.

You’re sitting in the courtyard with Azul, gesturing wildly as you recount a story he can’t hear from where he stands behind a stone pillar. Azul’s expression is soft with amusement; his lips quirk up in laughter, and his eyes never leave yours. Your cursive may be a mess and you might be feeble in the face of danger, but you certainly know how to enthrall others. If Jade didn’t know any better, he’d suspect you to be a siren. Night Raven College would be the perfect hunting ground for a predator of that nature. Perhaps once you’ve charmed Azul you’ll devour his heart and leave a streak of gore in your wake.

That’s impossible.

Jade is certain of this fact because he knows you’re not a predator. You are very much the harmless prey who has wandered into a den of ravenous beasts. He wonders if the thought that Azul may be dangerous ever crosses that empty, pea-sized brain of yours. He’s as much of a hunter as the rest of the students here, and with those eight tentacles of his he could easily send you to a watery grave. You wouldn’t have much of a chance to struggle, not unless Azul’s own benevolence grants you that futile hope. Thinking about it—about the thrill of a one-sided scuffle—has his heart racing, his palms wetting with sweat.

Oh, but you’re not meant to be Azul’s prey.

So get out of his eyes. Step off of the stage that entertains. Untangle yourself from unseen tentacles.

You are Jade’s.

From the moment the two of you crossed paths—from the moment you took up a job at the lounge and relied on him during your training—you belonged to him.

And he’s not quite sure he wants to share you with anyone.

Perhaps that dumb smile of yours hides something far darker. Perhaps your blood wouldn’t taste as delectable as he once hoped if it’s already been tainted by Azul’s silver tongue. In his own paradise, an ideal world constructed within the confines of his mind, you wouldn’t look at another man, another woman, another person. Not another living thing. You wouldn’t speak to another man, another woman, another person. Not another living thing. You wouldn’t know the tastes of sweet poison or bitter love unless Jade chooses to bestow these flavors unto you. You would only see him, only taste him, only adore him with those wondrous eyes—eyes that are so impossibly strong even when the harshest of insults are thrown your way.

So get the fuck out of Azul’s eyes. Step off of the damned stage that entertains. Untangle yourself from unseen tentacles before Jade slices all of them off at the root.

These feelings ignite a perilous, potent spark deep within his chest. Seeing you smile at Azul in such a casual setting—it’s not right. This terrarium display is wrong. So wrong.

The internal fuse has been lit and it’s nearing its inevitable implosion. Stop looking at him with those eyes. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

If Jade could, he would slice your smile off and keep it for himself. Pin it to the wall like it’s a rare species of butterfly, your wings having been severed from the sky.

You’re unbearable.

He fears you wouldn’t belong anywhere in his ideal world, for if you found yourself in the depths of the Coral Sea he wouldn’t allow you to surface.

The most confounding specimen I’ve ever encountered.

Azul is an only child. His mother and step-father would miss him terribly.

— — —

Jade spies the delightful pep in your step as you skip past the bar later that same day. You’re balancing drinks and desserts on a tray as you make your way to a nearby table, and he’s immediately reminded of why he’s so drawn to you. You’re a puzzle he has yet to solve—an experiment he has yet to collect enough data from. If he could, he’d shrink you down to the size of his index finger and place you in one of his terrariums so that you could live out your tiny life amongst an array of plants. And Jade would be content to observe from above like a godly sovereign with the power to change your fate in a single snap.

Perhaps it’s not right to view you as a specimen or prey. Perhaps it would be better to regard you as a slab of meat, raw and uncooked, just waiting to be snatched up in his maw.

“Please enjoy!”

Your voice pulls him from his reveries. It’s a melody he’s come to savor in solitude. Naturally lilting, it’s the type of voice even the most jealous of souls would covet. He wants to reach deep inside your throat, grasp it for himself, and cradle it to his ear as if it’s a secret-spilling conch.

But claiming ownership of your sound isn’t enough. He wants to—needs to—devour your everything. Your body and soul, marking you as his, ensuring you’re kept under his thumb forever, seared into his own existence like a brand. Then your every breath will be his, and the blood that courses through your veins shall also become his. The darkest of reds might just suit you more than the aquatic hues of Mostro Lounge’s uniform.

Oh, what he’d give to paint you in vinous vermillion.

“Jade, could you cover for me? I’m going to take my break now if that’s okay with you.” Jade must have scanned your hopeful expression for longer than normal because you begin to fidget in front of him, toying with the hem of your apron. “Uh, that’s fine, right?”

“Yes, of course. Go right ahead.” He sends you off with his trademark smile, dusting his destructive thoughts away.

After you’ve retreated to the kitchen, he turns his gaze on the patrons, listening to the noisy din of laughter and chatter. He overhears a group discussing peculiar textbook titles and how most of them are unnecessarily convoluted and complicated. One of the students brings up a title that didn’t make any sense to him and he describes his surprise when he learned it was a book full of love spells and potion recipes. His friends, as all close friends often do, crack jokes at his expense, prodding for more information on who he intends to enchant. The conversation is bland and juvenile, but it does manage to strike a chord of curiosity in Jade.

Love.

Jade has never known the true meaning of romance. Such a thing does not exist in his perfect world. In some lonesome corners of the ocean, merfolk reproduce because they must. Because it’s the only way to survive. It will be like that for him and Floyd in the future, lest they find themselves ensnared in true love’s deadly trap and choose to reproduce for the sole purpose of fickle feelings. To mate out of love rather than obligation—it’s not unheard of and he isn’t opposed to it. Many humans adopt this way of life.

Jade would like to try it for himself, but he doesn’t know how. He’s never known the answer to this question—the one equation he could never work out. Is his heart too small, or is he incapable of comprehending the complexities of romance? Perhaps neither is true. When he considers the requirements that must be met to qualify love as love, he realizes the adoration he feels for you is not fluffy or innocent. Can such a grand obsession be classified as love if it’s dark and spiraling, condemning him to horrific visions?

Jade does not gaze upon you with fondness. He looks at you as if you’re to be his next meal.

Even when he feels like breaking you would quell some monstrous urge within him, there’s another side that wishes to simply lock you away and protect you from the world and its inhabitants. Because it’s the world that will save you from him, but if you were imprisoned in his world, where it would be just you and him, no one could ever hope to reach you.

Jade isn’t entirely cruel. He would like to share his hobbies with you. He would like to live alongside you in the Coral Sea, tying his life to yours. It’s not an impossible desire, but he knows you wouldn’t be content with this arrangement. Not because it would be unwilling. Not because it would be Jade who has fallen for you and dragged you beneath the waves. It’s precisely because it’s the sea that you might object. You would have to adapt to life in a new, underwater environment. You would have to relinquish certain pleasures unique to the surface, abandoning your bipedal friends and family to live in isolation with him.

But isolation is better than the other terrariums that wait for you. He’ll smash all of them so that you’ll only know this one—the one with him.

Jade has been moving on autopilot for so long now that it finally occurs to him that you’re nowhere to be found. The longer he spends counting the lounge’s staff, the more his observations are proven true. You haven’t returned from your break, which is very unusual considering you’ve always been so diligent about time management. Responsible, that’s what you are. It’s one of the qualities that’s won Azul over.

He surmises it has also shocked his heart with bolts of not-so-lovely lightning.

Despite the bustling, crowded lounge, he slips inside the kitchen to search for you. Usually Floyd’s crowding around you whenever you have a moment to spare, but he isn’t anywhere in sight either. Jade knows his brother and his mood swings well. When he isn’t feeling the lounge, he’ll escape elsewhere until his mood has been restored. He can understand and overlook Floyd’s absence, but yours is inexcusable.

The chefs are hard at work cooking up delicious meals, and all kinds of savory scents blanket the air. Jade glances at the knife block tucked away in a corner, filled with blades of varying sizes, as he passes. After watching you for so long, he’s learned that you often spend your breaks in the storage room, away from the eyes of customers and Azul. Perhaps the space has become something of a comfort for you, or maybe you just like taking shelter in the kitchen.

A sharp gasp joins the chefs’ clattering.

Jade’s stare snaps towards the storage room door. He frowns when he notices it’s been left ajar.

As he approaches, he can make out the sounds of rustling fabric and salacious gasps. He peers through the sliver into the dimly lit space, a single yellow eye spying a terrible scene. It takes a lot to stun Jade Leech, but the view before him is stunning in a very crooked way. It sends a shockwave rumbling through his body, temporarily freezing him to his spot. Unable to look away, to preserve his eyes and mind, he watches. Every inch of him itches.

Bile claws up his throat with acidic fingers.

You’re pressed against the shelves, skirt hiked high and panties pushed haphazardly to the side. Towering over you, anatomy pinned to yours in a sinful connection, is Floyd. His hands are gripping your wrists as he rocks forward to slot himself deeper inside. You search for a solid hold to steady yourself, burying your head in your arm to muffle your keening cries.

“Please… It’s… S’too much. Hold on,” you babble, clinging like a koala.

Floyd leans in to nip at the shell of your ear, eliciting a shudder and a squeal from you. “Not happening, Shrimpy…” His lips travel along the length of your neck, pressing playful kisses into your skin. “You’re really so cute, you know that? So cute and soft… I can’t keep my hands off of ya.”

“We really—oh—really shouldn’t do—hah—this!”

Floyd hums, nonchalant, and slowly slides out of your tight, gummy walls. The tip of his cock prods at your pussy once more, glistening with the dew of your essence.

“Why not?”

“Seriously… What if someone sees us? What if—”

Your retort is cut short when he snaps his hips against yours, filling you in a single thrust. You crumple in his arms, tears gathering in your eyes.

Tears. Because of Floyd. Tears.

“So what if they do? I’ll get ’em good if they peep on my Shrimpy.” He licks a stripe up your neck and then sinks his pointed teeth into the area, hard enough to draw blood. You flinch against him, your pretty face contorting with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort while he laps up your blood. Floyd hums merrily, the sound coming deep from within his chest. “Shrimpy always tastes so yummy. I wanna do this aaall the time!”

“Wait, don’t leave any marks!”

“Oops. Too late.” Grinning boyishly, he grabs your chin and tilts your head up to meet his greedy lips. “Lemme kiss it better for ya.”

Jade watches you melt into the kiss, watches you become putty in his twin brother’s hands. Your eyes flutter shut for the briefest moment, only to flash open when Floyd begins to thrust into you. He sets a hasty, sporadic pace as he pursues an orgasmic high. Your sobs are swallowed in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that leave you breathless and reaching. You claw at anything stable enough to support you, your fingers curling into Floyd.

A perfect fit.

While he stands there and takes in the sight of his brother claiming the angel he had hoped to someday make his, it dawns on him that the entire storage room is stained with the memory of you. Your smell, your existence, your everything—it lingers even when you aren’t here. It is imprinted on the walls and shelves; it is on Floyd. Your entire soul has been his long before Jade even laid eyes on you.

Now he knows why you frequent the storage room. Now he knows your secret.

He’ll open your torso and pry it out of you, crush it underfoot, and insert a new secret. A better secret. His secret.

Floyd finishes inside of you with a husky, satisfied groan, his arms wrapped possessively around your trembling frame while you bite back bawdy moans. Jade is overcome with a loathsome chill. You have never belonged to him. Not ever. Certainly not now.

“We should get back out there.” Your mumbling reaches his ears, subdued in the cramped storage room. “Before someone comes looking.”

“Don’t wanna. S’warm and cozy inside.”

“Floyd…” Greedy hands are roaming beneath your shirt. You squirm, attempting to pull yourself off of his softening cock, but he yanks you against his chest and holds firm. “We can do this again later. But right now I need to clean up and you have to work. If we take too long, someone will definitely come looking.”

Floyd rolls his eyes, unwilling to acquiesce until yellow crosses yellow. For a strained moment Jade holds his brother’s inquisitive stare, investigating his blank expression for an iota of emotion. The air stales between the both of them, unspoken accusations festering. And then Floyd’s dull hues brighten and a wide smirk blossoms on his lips.

“Fine, fine. We’ll get back to work now.”

An apocalypse rages within Jade’s terrarium heart.

ii. when he turns to the shards for a solution, the image that is offered is weak and hazy. if he is to live without his other half, he must find ways to fill in the blanks. and so it is said that the lonesome monops clutched the largest shard in a resolute fist and cut away the impression of his other half.

In some cases, Jade is Floyd’s shadow, a reasonable body double who is admired for his patience and persistence. Sometimes he’s the collar and the leash; other times he is meticulously unrestrained. Everything is an act, carefully curated for unsuspecting audiences. Floyd is all physical destruction. He is swift like a clean cut, devastating like a tsunami.

For the first time in a while, Jade cannot bear the face he sees in the mirror. It doesn’t feel like it belongs to him, for it is a reflection of Floyd. It’s a permanent reminder that the two of them are linked whether or not he fancies that. But Jade does not want to be the collar and the lash, nor does he wish to recall the day Floyd took yet another precious thing from him. This face is proof that even he cannot have anything for himself. It is evidence that he is bound to share and share and share until death. He will remain as the shadow, the dark, the salt, and the night for all of eternity, a two-faced creature lacking a true identity.

Neither of them addresses the elephant in the room. If Floyd shows any indication that he wants to bring it up, Jade sweeps the topic away before it can poison his mood. He knows as well as Jade does that it’s not worth bickering over, even if their hackles raise whenever they look at each other.

So Floyd’s been fucking you in the storage room. What’s so traumatic about that? Really, it shouldn’t come as a surprise, but the image still persists in his head like a ruthless phantom. He’s left lying awake at night, sifting through that memory and the ones that came before it for any inkling of what went wrong. Was it his own patience that cost him? Was it the fact that Floyd could charm you in ways Jade just couldn’t?

They have the same face. So why did you choose to love his other half?

Without Floyd, Jade feels incomplete. That’s his family—his only brother. He shouldn’t hate his kin, but he can’t just sit with envy and frustration and pretend as if it’s okay.

The mirror reflects his grim countenance, sneering at him with troubling familiarity. Cracks spiderweb along the length of the glass, extending outwards from where his fist landed. Pain sparks beneath bruising knuckles, masterfully hidden under the pristine fabric of a pure-white glove.

The terrarium is filling with foul things, and Jade doesn’t have enough control to stop the invasion.

— — —

“It’s been really slow today, hasn’t it?” you ask, looking to Jade for his input.

“I’ll admit it’s unusually quiet.” He glances at you, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. He’s tired, but it hardly shows. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No, not at all! I welcome the break. Still… It’s weird. Mostro Lounge almost always has lots of customers.”

“I suppose it’s less work for us.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

Heaving a relieved sigh, you rest your elbows on the counter, content to watch the few patrons lingering in the lounge. Jade’s eyes travel along the length of your back, over the the dip and swoop of your spine when you bend forward, and he’s immediately brought back to the day he discovered you and Floyd in the storage room.

“I’ve got it!” you announce moments later, lighting up like a bulb. “The reason it’s so quiet.”

“Oh?” He raises a brow, feigning ignorance.

“It’s because Floyd’s not here. Everything’s super lively when he’s around.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm. It’s a shame he’s not scheduled today. Oh, but it’s not so bad when it’s just the two of us. We’re a good team!”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“I’m happy we can talk like this. It feels like we never have the chance to speak during work and I’m always worried I’ll bother you if I try to start a conversation.”

“You couldn’t possibly bother me.” Jade pauses to ruminate on his thoughts before adding, “Well, you were awfully troublesome in the beginning. Ah, don’t look so upset. I’m only admitting my feelings.”

“Am I still troublesome?” You cross your arms over your chest, pouting.

You are. Very much so, I’m afraid.

“I tolerate you now.”

“That doesn’t sound any better!”

Jade chuckles. “It’s merely constructive criticism. Take it in stride.”

“Ugh. You’re the worst.” Despite that, a smile creeps onto your face.

It’s the same smile you show Floyd, so therefore it has no meaning. It’s not special.

Jade abhors it. He should be the one in that storage room with you. It should be Jade who touches and lavishes you with filthy praise before inevitable destruction. Consolation before bruises and bite marks. Sugar before salt. Love before lust.

You can’t possibly fit in his make-believe terrarium now—not when your heart lies with Floyd. Just what is his brother to you? What do you possibly see in him that you fail to see in Jade? They are the same. They are mirror images of one another. There is no difference.

So why won’t you look at him with admiration in your eyes? Eyes he’ll gouge out for beholding another man. Why won’t you kiss him in secret? Lips he’ll sew shut for touching a mouth that isn’t his. Why won’t you beckon him into that cursed storage room and pull him flush against you, joining together in bodily matrimony? A body he’ll cage to prevent it from fleeing. Why can’t you love him until the very feeling is leaking from your pores? Leaking like the blood that will run far and red when he transplants his love into your chest. Why must you associate yourself with the other half—the better half?

The half that’s won.

It doesn’t matter if Floyd’s willing to share. Jade isn’t feeling charitable. He doesn’t want to cut you up into tiny shreds and share. You’re for his enjoyment. This is a non-negotiable fact.

Perhaps he’s the worst just as you claimed. Because if he was the best he’d have you. Because if he was the best he wouldn’t feel the need to mourn a gutting loss. Because if he was the best he wouldn’t feel the need to fall back on a nasty trump card. But when fair play fails, one must resort to sordid schemes in order to secure victory. You can’t expect to climb the corporate ladder without stepping on a few rotted rungs in the ascent, courtesy of those who came before.

It’s fine if he plays dirty. After all, his feelings have never been defined by purity.

“You seem tired. Would you like me to fetch you something to drink?”

“Mm, yeah. Could you? I’d hate to trouble you.”

“It’s not a problem. Will tea be suitable?”

“Sure. I could go for chamomile. I heard you’re great at making tea, so I know it’ll be good.”

“I still have much to learn, but I’m flattered you hold me in such pleasant regard.”

“I doubt you could ever fail. You’re always succeeding. I’m actually kinda jealous. How are you so good at—oh! Someone needs me at table three. Be right back.”

Jade nods, replaying your words in a loop. I doubt you could ever fail. You’re always succeeding. But he has failed. He’s failed and it’s eating him alive because you’re so close and yet out of his reach.

You spread your wings like a good social butterfly and abandon your place at the counter. Jade’s left to prepare your tea in peace. He chooses from the vast selection lining the wall—chamomile just as you suggested—and goes through the motions of filling the kettle with fresh water. He’s working on a time limit here, so he withdraws his magic pen, mutters the proper incantation, and waits for the telltale hiss. Even though he would like to prepare it with the utmost care, he must be hasty and stealthy if he wants to slip the special ingredient in without garnering unwanted attention.

Luckily, you’re trapped in a conversation with a friend and won’t be returning to his side anytime soon. That’s another trait he’s learned about you. Just like Floyd, you adore chatting. It’s not difficult to hold a conversation with you, especially when you’re the one leading it. You shine when you speak. He needs to snuff you before anyone else comes to seek your light.

Perhaps it’s this intoxicating quality of yours that caught Floyd’s heart. Jade can’t quite ascertain when he started looking at you from less-than-friendly angles or what the exact catalyst for your relationship with his twin was. It must have begun as a wicked fascination. An innate curiosity with the surface and its humans. How else could Floyd have fallen for you if he rarely spoke with you? Was it your strengths that earned his approval? Was it your humanity that left him impressed?

It’s not fair, but Jade won’t whine about it. He’s not a child. Whining won’t solve anything.

He must love you until you shatter.

The kettle whistles, thus yanking him from his innermost contemplations. He lifts it, minding the burning surface, and pours the water into a porcelain cup. Steam rises and furls like wispy, ghostly fingers. He could keep the vial hidden in his pocket and serve you a normal cup of chamomile. But the situation isn’t normal and he can’t just charm you as he normally would.

That didn’t work, so he must cross that method off his list and resort to what’s next. It’s only natural to fight for the thing you cherish most, so he shall do just that.

If Floyd hasn’t broken you yet, he certainly will.

You’re back at the counter just as he finishes stirring it in with the now darkening, tea-tainted water. Jade hands it to you, reminding you that it’s still hot. It’s an empty warning. He couldn’t care less if the liquid scorches your tongue. Let it burn, he thinks, his eyes narrowed as he watches you blow on it so it’ll cool faster. Perhaps then you’ll stop tangling your tongue with him.

Sometimes love is as unforgiving as the deep sea, turbulent and harrowing. Sometimes you must kill the one you love to truly understand the feeling—to dissect it down to the biological, scientific level.

Like always, he observes you while you drink the tea throughout the remainder of your shift. You look so sleepy, your eyelids fluttering and snapping open. You’re slipping; he can see it. Jade wonders what face you might show him later—what emotion will reflect in fragile eyes.

He knows it won’t be love, but that doesn’t stop him from hoping.

iii. separated from his other half, monops is unrecognizable—a hollow monster who has lost fractions of his humanity in a selfish effort to dispose of unnatural characteristics. he cannot hope to find his own personality amidst the mess in his tower, so he sits before the broken, bloodied shards once again. his other half meets him there, shattered and in pieces as he stares.

You shift in your sleep, just barely breaching the surface of consciousness. Jade placed you on his bed after carrying you from the lounge to his and Floyd’s room, where he proceeded to bind your arms and gag you. You look mostly peaceful tangled in his sheets, an oblivious thing who knows nothing of the mountains he’s had to scale in order to arrive at this point—at the glorious top.

Floyd’s not here, but Jade suspects he might have already known what was coming. They’ve always known how to read the other. Maybe it’s telepathy.

Or maybe not. They’re just aware of the other’s monstrosities. That’s all there is to it.

It’s then when your eyes snap open. Jade doesn’t bother to hide the smile crawling onto his face as he watches you come to, slowly assessing your surroundings. It doesn’t take long for you to start struggling once you’ve registered the tie binding your wrists together and the gag shoved into your mouth. Your voice comes out muffled, but your nostrils are flaring. Your eyes are widening. He can smell your fear—taste it on the tip of his tongue.

It prickles his skin, sets it on fire.

Jade sits primly at the edge of Floyd’s bed, content to study you from a distance. You’re writhing desperately in an attempt to loosen the restraints. He’s tied them well. It’s a technique mastered and put into practice. You’re not getting out of this.

“You fainted.”

You startle, turning your head to look at him. The fear seems to diminish for a moment before it returns in full force. Your glassy eyes are pleading: Why?

“It’s not wise to overwork yourself. You should prioritize your health more.”

Oh, is this it? Are those tears? Already? When he hasn’t even done anything to you yet? Have you really been this weak all along?

You try to talk despite the gag, and the attempt is so pitiful that Jade crosses over to tug it down from your mouth. Saliva strings from the gag. Messy.

“Jade! What the hell?! Why am I tied up? Why am I in your room?”

He frowns. “I’ll admit I’m rather…displeased.” He could unleash the torrent right now, but he won’t. Not yet. “Perhaps you might know why my mood has soured?”

“I… What? Is this because I fainted? Look, I’m sorry. I’ll take better care of myself. Please don’t make this a big deal.”

He tilts his head, confused. “I don’t quite care that you fainted.” He seizes your chin and forces you to meet his mismatched hues. “I care about the company you keep.”

“The company I keep? I don’t understand. What are you—”

“Give it some thought.” His fingers dig into your cheeks. Hard.

You yelp, attempting to pull away. He doesn’t release you. “I don’t know what you mean! Seriously, what’s all of this about? Did I do something wrong? Please… Please let me go.”

“You’re getting there.” He lessens the pressure on your jaw. “Come now. You’re so close.”

“Jade, please—”

“This is regarding your involvement with my brother,” he begins, and horror settles on your face. “Ah, so you are following. Wonderful.”

“Did you… Did you see us?”

“More than I ever wanted to see, yes.” He smiles thinly and releases you. “I thought it was such a dreadful, ugly thing to behold. My own kin lusting after the only thing I’ve ever loved to such a degree.” He swipes a faux tear from his eye. His voice drops to a threateningly low decibel next, and darkness passes over his features. He looks scarily grotesque. “It made me so ill. Seeing you in that closet with Floyd… Watching you talk to Azul—to everyone else—makes me so ill. I fondly contemplated the most troubling things.”

“W-What?”

“It truly is a conundrum.” He sighs as if unloading a heavy burden. “To feel so strongly for something that even love and hate become one and the same… I want nothing more than to strangle you whenever I see you with Floyd, with Azul, with anyone who isn’t me. I want to cut into your torso and make you suffer tenfold for what I’ve had to endure.” His fingers curl around your ankles, sliding down to reach your shoes. He unties the laces, sliding both from your feet. And then he’s grasping them, rubbing circles into your soles. “I want you to look at me no matter what, even when you’re a shredded, bloodied mess.”

“You… You’re joking, r-right?”

“Am I?” He smiles again, but it’s wider this time. Exhilarated. Excited. “Should we see who’s laughing when I sever your feet at the ankles? He peels your socks off next, tossing them over his shoulder. “Do you think that’s a fitting punishment?”

“Fuck no! You’re insane!”

He hums his acknowledgement and reaches for your skirt. Your heart drops into your stomach, every muscle tightening with raw terror. Instinctively, you kick out at him. Your foot slams into his chest. If it hurts, he doesn’t let it show.

“Don’t you dare touch me, you creep! Stay the fuck away!” By the third kick, he catches your foot. And he stares at it. Quietly. Expressionlessly. There is nothing in his face. That horrifies you. “Jade… Jade, I’m sorry. Can we please… Can you please stop this?”

“Am I truly that undesirable? You would rather have Floyd than me?”

“Yes, of course! Floyd’s not a fucking pervert like you!”

Jade’s laughter is sudden and short. It trembles through him like an earthquake. “Forgive me. It was so funny I just had to chuckle.” A smug smile takes up residence on his face. “Do you really think Floyd is so pure? That he’s the perfect partner all humans dream of?”

“He didn’t outright admit to wanting to murder me so, uh, yeah, he’s much better than your crazy ass!”

Jade squeezes your foot once before setting it down on the bed. He crawls over you, his hands snaking up your thighs. “That’s a shame. You’ll think differently soon enough. He just hasn’t given you reason to fear him yet.”

“I highly doubt—hey! Don’t touch there!” You struggle again, your breath coming in short, helpless huffs. “Let go of me. Please. Jade, let go…” Your voice trails off, spotted with distress.

His hand settles over your clothed pussy next. Two fingers press up against that sacred spot, tracing the area experimentally. “This is that warm and cozy place, yes?” You shake your head at him, lips trembling. He smirks, vicious and mean, and strokes slow, soothing lines up and down the outline. “Is it your safe day? Ah, but perhaps love is stronger than medicine. Stronger than all of the filth Floyd’s emptied in you. What do you think?”

“No… No, stop!”

“It really did sicken me—the thought of you and Floyd. Together. Forever. If you were to fall pregnant, I’d have to take a textbook to your stomach. The alchemy textbook. That one would inflict the most damage, you see,” he admits with a pleasant hum. He watches the spreading wet patch with predatory glee before gazing back at you. “But you’re not pregnant, right?”

“I’m not! I’m not!” You gasp when his fingers dip into the waistband of your panties, harshly tugging them from your skin. And then his fingers are inching towards your pussy. “What are you—stop! No, no, no! Floyd! Floyd, help!” You squirm beneath him, kicking and screaming. “Floyd! Floyd, help me! Please! Anyone—someone—please help!”

A shadow passes over your face for a second before his hand comes down upon your mouth to silence your incessant shrieks. Your sobs are softer now, each plea spoken into his palm. Jade exhales slowly, composing himself.

“You’ve said his name more than enough. Say it any more and I’m afraid I’ll have to remedy this bad habit. Just how much do you value your tongue, I wonder?”

Before you can even think of struggling further, he’s switching the positions. Sitting back against the headboard, he tugs you onto his lap. You try to get away from him, but he holds you steady. The gag is fastened around your mouth once more, tighter this time.

“Now, now. You’re not going to escape, so there’s no point in exhausting your energy. Pointless pursuits are never rewarded,” he chides, tutting. He pulls his magic pen from his pocket and flicks it in the air once. A mirror materializes, displaying your disturbed expression in the glass.

Your mind blanks out then, logic overridden with the intrinsic desperation to survive. Is that really you looking back? It can’t be. The (Name) you know has never looked this fearful. Her face has never been this warped with panic.

But then you feel something stiff prodding you from behind, and the horror triples. You squirm again, much more forceful, sobbing into the gag and shaking your head as if that will earn you a sliver of sympathy from him. He continues to hold you against him with one arm while the other reaches to pull himself free from the confines of his pants and boxers.

“We have the same face, so there’s no need to cry. If it really helps, just think of me as Floyd,” he teases, and it sickens you. Makes you feel so gross and filthy. You want to step out of your skin, travel to a place that isn’t here, disappear into the tile and never return. Tears trace down your cheeks in salty rivulets. You can only produce blubbery whimpers now. His erect cock curves up towards your stomach. Jade lifts your skirt to get a better view. The mirror reflects it all in crisp detail. “What do you think? Is it bigger than his?”

His knuckles trace your cheek, uncharacteristically tender.

“It will seem that way when it’s inside, won’t it?”

In response you shift in his lap, tugging at the tie tightly secured around your wrists, and he merely chuckles. It’s delightful, really, the way you move like captured prey. Your chest heaves when the fleshy head of his cock presses shallowly inside your pussy, sampling wet warmth. You pray it’ll end fast. You pray he’ll be gentle. You pray he’ll skin you alive so you’ll never have to spend another second in this body. Anything but this.

Jade doesn’t grant either of those prayers, for he lifts you up slightly, aims for home, and slams you down in one brutal thrust that punches the air from your lungs. You choke on your tongue, biting down so hard that your teeth split the skin on the inside of your cheek. Blood pools into your mouth. It stings, but nothing hurts more than the unwanted intrusion. Shamelessly, much to your horror, your walls affix to him in an attempt to accommodate his girth. Without intending to, you catch yourself in the mirror. The stretch is sinful, your pussy wrapped snugly around him, and he’s slotted all the way to the hilt.

It’s torture for you.

It’s a twisted relief for Jade. A triumphant euphoria.

He exhales a shaky breath, his lips peeling apart to reveal a row of sharp teeth. In the mirror he looks every bit the predator he’s meant to be: cruel and cutthroat, staking claim on a stolen prize. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips as he rocks you up and down, occasionally bucking his hips to meet your soft, plush ass.

“It’s strange,” he manages through his grunts and groans, his breath hot on your nape, “I imagined this would feel more gratifying than any other gruesome thrill. Mm, but it’s not—” he slams you down again, reveling in your muffled wailing, “not nearly enough.”

Your eyes, wet with tears, question his reflection. You watch with bated breath as he slides your collar away, leaning in to press his lips to your neck. Your pulse stutters in his mouth, a jittery, fearful thing.

He inhales the pungent scent of sweat and sex, the scent of your fear, the scent of himself on you. From head to toe, externally and internally, you are covered in him, wrapped around him, molded to his very shape. You’ve gone stiff in his arms, too frightened to move a single muscle, but it only serves to excite him more. He needs to bear witness to all of it—to every inch of you, stripped bare and wired with anxiety.

Needle-thin teeth prick your skin. You wince and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Does it hurt?”

Despairing and hopeless, you deflate against him. Your body shakes with every sob.

It hurts. It hurts so much. More than anything has ever hurt before. And Jade knows this because he isn’t gentle. He has no interest in being sweet. He bites to harm. To kill. To destroy.

Jade sinks in deep: his teeth in your throat and his cock in your guts. And it hurts.

“I’m glad,” he murmurs, his lips slick and spattered with crimson when he pulls away, breathing heavily. “I’m so pleased…”

The blood just won’t stop. It’s flowing in rivers, cascading down the juncture between neck and shoulder and staining your clothes. Did he bite something major? Oh God—are you going to bleed out? Are you going to die? Did he get that one artery—the throat artery—the whatever-the-fuck-it’s-called artery? Is that even possible? Why won’t the blood stop? Why do you feel so fuzzy—so faint? It really won’t stop. It’s an ocean.

It’s everywhere.

Jade pinches you to bring you back to yourself; his nails prick your thigh, imprinting crescent moons in skin, and it works. You surface, taking in big gulps of oxygen while your heart skips over itself. You can’t drift off even if you wanted to; your reflection is much too haunting, destroyed and debased in every possible way. It grounds you in reality, digs deeply.

“Pain is the most thrilling form of love. You’ve taught me something new. Thank you.”

From behind, peering over your shoulder, his reflection grins at you. Wildly untamed and blood-stained, he’s manic. Unhinged. Uncaged. His pupils are so large they nearly eclipse his heterochromatic irises, rendering both eyes beady and black. Two pits of a molten void—a starless outer space.

He looks just like Floyd.

#love love LOVE this!!!#reading this made me go crazy (in a good way) >///<#its so interesting to see jade being portrayed as openly insane like this heehee #but yea this is just amazing. thanks for the meal mera <3

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birthday gift

yandere!jade leech x reader x yandere!floyd leech

author's note: it's a little late, but i wrote this for jade and floyd's birthday! i was originally gonna write something fluffier for their birthday, but then i came up with this idea and just had to write it ehe. hope you guys enjoy it~

warnings: general yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, obsessive and possessive behaviour, forced isolation, implied forced marriage, power imbalance, dehumanization/objectification (reader is referred to as a gift), non-consensual touching/kissing, biting, some mentions of blood, suggestive themes, implied non-con, reader is essentially sold to the leech twins, honestly jade and floyd are their own warnings

word count: 5582

One thing to remember about the Leech family’s two children was that, despite being twins, they had significant differences; the most obvious of which being how Jade’s polite and reserved demeanour starkly contrasted with Floyd’s brash and outspoken nature. However, another important thing to highlight was that they never wanted the same thing on their birthdays.

You often questioned why this was something you needed to remember, but your questions were always answered whenever you saw how skittish and desperate your parents were whenever the date of the Leech twins’ birthday approached. Due to owing quite the large debt to Mr. Leech, your parents always felt that they had to do everything possible to get on the family’s good side, including buying birthday gifts that catered to the twins’ differing tastes. And that was pretty difficult when they never wanted the same things. You wished they weren’t so fickle.

For several years now, your parents would enlist your help in choosing birthday gifts for the two menaces. You’re the same age as them, so you’d be able to pick out things they would like better than us, is what they would always say to you. You hated it; half because you really wished your parents wouldn’t have to live the rest of their lives in fear of upsetting the Leech family, and half because you were incredibly uncomfortable around Jade and Floyd.

Ever since you’d first had the displeasure of becoming acquainted with the Leech twins, they seemed to have taken an interest in you. During every single one of the events that your family was invited to, they were always hovering around you in some way. You didn’t know who you hated more: Jade, who always seemed to have an eye on you regardless of if you could see him or not; or Floyd, who always insisted on touching you in some way whenever you were within his line of sight. Actually, speaking of those aforementioned events, you had begun to suspect that your family had only been invited to many of those because of you.

During the past few weeks, your parents hadn’t been rushing about to try and find something to buy for the twins, despite it almost being their birthday. However, you had noticed that they seemed almost awkward around you, rarely looking you in the eye and avoiding you as much as possible. It saddened you, as you had always been very close with your parents. They were all you had, even more so since you’d lost most of your friends due to their unwillingness to associate with the Leech twins. That being said, you didn’t want to give them anything more to stress about, so you kept your mouth shut and didn’t confront them about the issue, no matter how much you wanted to.

It was the day before the twins’ birthday party that your parents sat you down on your house’s sofa to talk to you. Their fearful and somewhat guilty expressions only added to your overall feeling that something was terribly, terribly wrong. “We know that this might be difficult for you to accept…” said your mother in the smallest voice you’d ever heard her use, “But… Mr. Leech has informed us that Jade and Floyd have requested something specific from us for their birthday this year.” Furrowing your eyebrows, you replied, “Something specific? Don’t tell me it’s something expensive. I swear, those two are so…” You stopped yourself before you could say more. Your father gave you a stern look.

“It’s actually quite the opposite,” your mother continued, her voice wavering. She looked like she was about to start crying. Seeing that his wife was having a hard time, your father picked up where she’d left off, “Mr. Leech has offered to overlook our family’s debt to him if we provide his sons with what they have requested.” Instantly, your face brightened. “Then what are we waiting for?! No matter how ridiculous it is, we should find it! If we can get rid of our debt, then we’ll be free,” you exclaimed happily. However, your face fell as soon as you saw that your parents’ expressions hadn’t changed - rather, they had become even more somber.

Your mother began to quietly sob now, clutching onto her husband’s arm for support. Your father put an arm around her shoulders gently, then turned back to you and revealed, “Although it is true that getting rid of our debt is a good thing, there is… another problem. This is because… the birthday gift requested by Jade and Floyd this year is… you.”

Suddenly, you felt like time stopped around you. You couldn’t hear the sound of your parents’ sobs, nor the ticking of the clock hanging on the living room wall. All you could hear was your own heartbeat, gradually picking up in speed and volume. “...What?” you whispered, your voice almost inaudible. That was impossible. In the first place, the twins never wanted the same thing for their birthday - but your father had specifically said that this request was from both of them. And besides, was it really possible to request for a human being as a birthday gift? That was morally wrong on so many levels… but that being said, since when had the Leech family cared about morals? You were sure that they’d done even more morally dubious things in the past, so perhaps the ethics of this situation was something you shouldn’t have even been considering.

Once you had calmed down enough to be able to reply, you questioned in a shaky voice, “...And if I refuse?” Your father’s pained expression told you everything you needed to know. There was clearly some sort of consequence set out for your parents if they couldn’t fulfill the Leech twins’ request. Besides, even if it was to get rid of their debt, you were pretty sure that your parents wouldn’t agree to sell you off if there wasn’t some sort of punishment for not doing it. They loved you. It just so happened that the price for refusing this demand that had been thinly veiled as a “request” was too steep - steeper than giving up their only child to a pair of horrible people.

You were scared, terrified, of what would happen if you accepted and walked right into Jade and Floyd’s arms; but at the same time, you didn’t want anything to happen to your beloved parents.

And the latter sentiment outweighed the former.

You forced a bright smile onto your face and embraced your parents, patting their backs in a way that you hoped was reassuring. “It’ll be alright! Jade and Floyd clearly like me more than most people, so they surely won’t do anything too bad to me. And I won’t be gone forever! I’ll still visit whenever I can, and you’ll get to see me at those dinner parties we always go to… Don’t worry. I can manage this,” you told your parents, putting all of your effort into keeping up the confident tone you had taken on despite your fear. Your parents scrutinized your beaming expression for a moment, before they attempted to mirror the smile, albeit a little shakily. Your mother whispered, “Yes… You’re right. I’m sure everything will be fine.”

So that conversation was what led you to this way-too-fancy room the next day, where a handful of maids forced you into a way-too-fancy outfit (after thoroughly bathing you, much to your discomfort) and made you put on some way-too-fancy makeup and accessories in preparation for the party. It honestly felt more like you were going to a wedding than to a birthday party. The idea made you sick to your stomach.

The party venue was lavishly decorated. You would have called it nice if it wasn’t for the situation you were currently in. This year, the birthday party was taking place on land, at one of the many buildings owned by the Leech family. You remembered the first time you had been forced to go to Jade and Floyd’s birthday party - that year, it had taken place under the sea. Seeing the Coral Sea had been incredibly awe-inspiring, despite how much of a hassle it had been to acquire the items needed to go underwater. You found yourself hoping that this year’s party would have been under the sea as well. That way, maybe it would have been easier to distract yourself from your impending doom.

…Was that a bit too dramatic of a description? Maybe. But you found it fitting either way.

You were made to sit in a room by yourself for quite a while as the party started outside. Eventually, someone would come in to get you and bring you to Jade and Floyd. You just had to wait until then. To be honest, you wished that they hadn’t left you by yourself for an extended period of time. It only made you think about everything more, increasing the intensity of the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. There were many worrying implications about being given to the Leech twins as a birthday gift, none of which you wanted to think about for too long. But all you could do right now was think.

Finally, the door opened. Your head shot up towards the direction of the sound, and you met eyes with a pair of heterochromatic ones. “My, my. Were you waiting for me? It’s quite lovely to know that you were looking forward to this as much as I was,” said the person who entered the room, hiding a toothy smile behind one of his gloved hands. It was Jade who had entered, which surprised you, as you had been expecting one of the maids from before to be the one to fetch you. Before replying, you couldn’t help but scan your eyes over his form. He was wearing an elegant suit that really looked good on him. You hated to admit it, but he was quite attractive.

“Like what you see?” Jade asked in a teasing tone, finally revealing his sharp smirk, “Heh. I must say, you look absolutely wonderful in that outfit of yours. I see that I picked well.” Stunned, you mumbled, “...You picked this outfit?” He nodded, then closed the gap between you and him in a few smooth strides. Offering you his arm, he suggested, “Well then, shall we get going? Floyd is also quite excited to see you. We shouldn’t make him wait.” Your eyes darted between Jade’s outstretched arm and his own eyes. There was a certain glint in them, almost as if he was daring you to defy him. Deciding that it would be best to go along with the situation for now - more for your parents’ sake than yours - you swallowed your refusal and gingerly linked your arm with his. He gave you a pleased smile, then began to lead you out of the room.

The room you had been in connected directly to the party venue, which you had also passed through earlier to get to said room. Most of the party guests were busy talking amongst themselves, so not many noticed your arrival to the venue. You spotted Mr. and Mrs. Leech in the far corner of the room, talking with a silver-haired lady who you remembered seeing at a few of the other events you’d been to previously. However, you couldn’t find your parents anywhere. Where were they?

Suddenly, your thoughts were cut short by someone tackling you in a strong hug. “Shrimpy! Theeeere you are~” exclaimed the person that was currently squeezing the life out of you. You didn’t need to see his face to know that this was Floyd. He was the only one who called you by that ridiculous nickname (sure, you might have looked small next to the twins, but you weren’t that short) and gave you bone-crushing hugs like this one. Once he had gotten his fill of hugging you for now, Floyd pulled away and grinned widely at you. However, despite the fact that he had stopped hugging you, he still kept an arm around your waist. You wished he wouldn’t.

Jade came to stand on your other side, placing a palm on your shoulder. You really didn’t like the close proximity that both twins had to you, but you refrained from saying anything in fear of making them upset. Leaning down, Jade whispered, “Don’t you have anything you want to say to us, darling?” While he spoke, you could feel his breath on your ear, making you shiver. He moved his body so he was facing you, and Floyd went to his side, the both of them smiling down at you eerily. You took a moment to think about what it was they wanted you to say, and eventually, you settled on saying, “Um… H-Happy birthday.”

The twins’ expressions told you that you had indeed said the right thing, which made you relax slightly. However, you tensed up again when Floyd grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the two of them, allowing both of them to wrap their arms around you in an embrace. At first, you didn’t hug back, but as soon as you felt one of them squeeze your hip painfully (likely Floyd), you hastily reciprocated, wrapping one arm around each twin.

The hug lasted for much longer than you wanted it to. Eventually, Jade pulled away, giving you a closed-eyed smile. However, Floyd stayed as he was, latched onto your side. All of a sudden, you felt something brush against your cheek, and then you noticed all at once just how close Floyd’s face was to yours. Your eyes widened, and you froze. However, before Floyd could do anything, Jade cleared his throat and reminded, “Floyd. Please save that for later. We should take them to see Father and Mother now.” Floyd whined annoyedly, but listened to his brother and moved away from you, instead slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Aight, let’s go then,” he responded, “I wanna get this stupid party over with so we can get to the real fun.” The implications of his words, as well as the sleazy grin he gave you after he finished his sentence, made you want to disappear then and there.

The Leech twins guided you over to where their parents were. Mr. and Mrs. Leech were still where you’d seen them, along with that silver-haired lady and a young man that looked a lot like her. You assumed that was her son, who you’d seen around the twins quite a few times. Your arrival made the attention of all four people turn to you. Mrs. Leech was the first to greet the three of you, giving both of her sons a quick hug before outstretching her arms towards you and saying, “It’s so nice to see you again! You look adorable in that outfit, sweetheart. It seems my Jade really does know your clothing taste.”

Although you didn’t want to accept her hug, something told you that refusing it would be bad, so you forced a smile onto your face and approached Mrs. Leech. After your short embrace, you replied to her, “It’s nice to see you too, Mrs. Leech. I was very, um… e-excited to come to the party today.” She beamed at you and clapped her hands happily, exclaiming, “Oh, I’m sure you were! Also, sweetheart, there’s no need for the formalities. You can just call me mother.”

A cold sweat ran down your back as you heard her final sentence. You opened your mouth to retort, but you were cut off by the silver-haired lady, who said, “Ah, so this is the person who Jade and Floyd are so interested in. It’s nice to meet you! You may call me Ms. Ashengrotto. My son is good friends with Jade and Floyd.” You nodded politely to Ms. Ashengrotto, desperately trying to keep the smile on your face. Then, your eyes wandered to the young man next to her, who gave you a smile as fake as your own and greeted, “My name is Azul Ashengrotto. I’ve been friends with Jade and Floyd since childhood. It’s delightful that they’ve found a suitable partner for themselves, truly.”

As Jade turned to Azul and addressed him in a hushed whisper, you were approached by Mr. Leech, who extended a hand to you for a handshake. You accepted, saying, “H-Hello, Mr. Leech… How are you?” Mr. Leech had always been a stern and quiet man for as long as you’d known him, so you were surprised when he cracked a small smile and replied, “Good. Yourself?” You answered that you were also good, despite that being a total lie, and then proceeded to engage in small talk with the Leeches and Ms. Ashengrotto. Floyd kept an arm around your shoulders the entire time, but was oddly quiet. At some point, Jade and Azul also joined the conversation, but you couldn’t focus much on the content of it, simply autopiloting through it and trying your best to ignore your ever-mounting discomfort.

You spent a few more hours at the party, being paraded around like some sort of pet as Jade and Floyd introduced you - although you’d rather describe it as them showing you off - to the guests at the party. The guest list included many of Mr. Leech’s associates, as well as some people who had attended high school with Jade and Floyd. As pleasant as those people were (you especially liked the one who introduced himself as Kalim Al-Asim; he seemed like a very sweet person), the twins barely allowed you to talk to anyone for more than a minute at a time.

Of course, Jade and Floyd themselves and their parents were exempt to this rule - as was Azul and his mother, though Floyd would show signs of getting annoyed whenever you spent too long looking at Azul specifically. You hated the way he would roughly squeeze at parts of your body and mumble to you in a scary voice whenever he was displeased. However, you also hated the scrutinizing way Jade looked at you the entire duration of the party, as if he was picking each of your interactions apart piece by piece to find something to punish you for later.

During the party, you kept searching for any sign of your parents, but had no luck finding them. At some point, you asked Jade of their whereabouts, but he only shushed you and told you not to worry about it. You had been so close to blowing up at him in the middle of the venue; and you were convinced that he wanted you to, judging by the glint in his eyes and the upwards curve of his lips whenever you showed signs of reaching your limit of patience. This only further encouraged you to keep your calm, as you had a feeling that letting your guard down would only be playing into some sort of devious trap that Jade had quietly set out for you.

Eventually, the party came to an end, and you could safely say that the only thing you liked about it was the food, especially the cake. Floyd was very pleased when you expressed that you liked the cake, and attempted to force-feed you copious amounts of it until Mrs. Leech stepped in and advised him that maybe he should not be doing that. You had expected Jade to have been the one to step in, but he had simply watched with a grin. Perhaps he had also wanted to force-feed you the cake, who knows. It was impossible to read him.

After the party was over, you were led by the twins to an expensive-looking car that had been parked in a specially reserved place in the garage. The car was apparently Jade’s, as he was the one who began to drive the two of you and Floyd to some other location. Floyd was sitting next to you in the backseat of the car and was in a positively giddy mood, acting no different from a child whose parents had agreed to buy him his favourite toy.

“Uh… So, where are we going?” you asked, finally breaking the silence that had previously only been filled by the soft jazz music playing in Jade’s car. “Home,” answered Jade simply, not taking his eyes off of the road. Furrowing your eyebrows, you questioned, “What do you mean by that? Are you driving me back home, or…” Jade chuckled amusedly, but Floyd was the one who replied, “Don’tcha get it yet, Shrimpy? You’re ours now. Your old home isn’t your home anymore! Your new home’s with us, ehe~”

You felt tears spring to your eyes, but furiously willed them not to fall while digging your nails into your palm. You absolutely could not allow yourself to show any weakness in front of these two. They would just eat it up and use it against you later down the line. Suddenly, you felt something touch your thigh, making you jump. It was Floyd, who had splayed his palm across the upper part of your leg. He looked at you with a razor-sharp grin, drawling, “Aww, is lil’ Shrimpy gonna cry~? Thaaat’s okay! You can cry with us. You’re safe.”

Floyd’s words finally caused the metaphorical dam holding back your emotions to collapse. You shoved his hand off of your thigh and screamed, “Safe? Safe?! How could you possibly suggest that I’m safe?! I should be at home, with my parents, doing whatever the fuck I want with my life… instead of in a car with two monsters who have no regard for my feelings! Why did you two even want me anyway?! I should be worth nothing to you, so… Give me back my life!”

Through your outburst, you hadn’t even noticed that the car had stopped and the three of you had arrived at your destination. As you sobbed and sobbed, angrily pushing away any attempt Floyd made to touch you again, Jade’s smooth voice cut through the air, “Please stop being unreasonable. We have arrived, so exit the car and follow us to your new home.” Clutching at your chest, you yelled, “NO!” Floyd frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by his twin, “Floyd, can you go and unlock the door? I’ll deal with them.” Begrudgingly, Floyd complied and got out of the car, leaving the scene.

You continued to cry in the backseat as Jade exited the driver’s seat and walked over to the back door of the car, opening it and reaching in for you. You flinched away and reflexively swung your arms outwards, hitting him in the chin. He showed no reaction to your punch and leaned towards you, undoing your seatbelt and picking you up with ease. Although you struggled as much as you could, you were no match for Jade’s strength, and he was able to carry you inside the building you had arrived at with little to no trouble.

A few moments later, Jade set you down on a soft surface, and it was then that you finally opened your eyes to observe your surroundings. You seemed to be sitting on a sofa in a very fancily furnished living room. Floyd was next to you, staring at you with an impassive face. His lack of emotion scared you; you were so used to his hyper-expressiveness, and the fact that he was currently poker-faced couldn’t mean anything good. Jade soon joined the two of you, coming into the room from a hallway that you supposed led to the entrance of this house.

“I believe now is a good time to set out some guidelines that we expect you to follow,” Jade began speaking, regarding you with an expression as neutral as his brother’s, “As Floyd said during the drive here, you belong to us now. That much was established in the deal that your parents made with our father: in exchange for giving you to us, their debt would be waived. However, as I’m sure you have guessed, there will be consequences for both you and your parents if you break any of the rules that we will set now.”

Having mostly calmed down from your outburst by now, you faced Jade and asked, “...What kind of consequences?” He gave you a cold, mirthless smile in response. From behind you, Floyd rested his chin on your shoulder and answered in place of his twin, “Weeeell… Nothin’ too bad will happen to you, Shrimpy. But for your parents… You wouldn’t wanna see ‘em dead, would ya?” You froze instantly at his words. “You wouldn’t,” you whispered, fear seeping into your tone. Jade laughed and then grinned at you, showing off his inhumanly sharp teeth. “We would prefer not to, yes. After all, they will be our in-laws soon. But if the situation calls for it, we won’t deny that it is a possibility,” he declared, carefully observing your reaction.

“In-laws… D-Do you two intend to marry me? I… I don’t understand any of what’s happening!” you exclaimed. Now that you had already shown your emotions to them thanks to your patience reaching its limit in the car earlier, it was pointless to hold yourself back anymore. Floyd giggled eerily, his breath tickling your neck. You tried to move away from him, but his arms seized your waist in a vice grip, preventing you from shimmying away. “I dunno why you haven’t gotten it yet, Shrimpy. You’re kinda stupid, huh? That’s okay, though. I like you anyway~” he started, teasingly, running his lips along your neck and making you shiver. You swallowed down your discomfort and questioned, “W-What do you mean…?”

Chuckling, Jade reached over to take your hands into his. You of course attempted to pull away, but he tightened his grip enough so that you couldn’t. Now that you were caged between both the Leech twins, you felt worse than ever (which was really saying something, considering all the mental turmoil you had been going through for the last twenty-four hours or so).

“Floyd’s not wrong, you know. One would have to be incredibly dense to not have realized the reason behind us requesting you as our gift… But that’s alright. Your cluelessness is endearing too, I suppose,” Jade remarked in a mocking tone, then cleared his throat and continued in a more serious voice, “But since you seem to have trouble grasping the answer, it would be cruel of us to withhold it from you any longer. The reason why Floyd and I have brought you here is because we love you. And naturally, since we do love you, we wanted to have you, which is why we asked our father to make a deal with your parents. Do you understand now?”

Jade and Floyd… loved you? No, that wasn’t right. This wasn’t love. This was…

You opened your mouth to retort, but you were quickly silenced by Jade pressing his lips to yours in a kiss. Since your mouth had been open, he was able to stick his tongue into it, coiling it around your own. You tried to turn your head away from him, but one of his hands shot up to hold your jaw in place firmly. His other hand pinned both of yours down to your lap. While Jade kissed you, Floyd’s lips ran over your neck from behind. You could feel his smile against your skin, which made you sick. Suddenly, Floyd stopped at one area of your neck and bit down harshly. Your cry was swallowed by Jade’s mouth as he refused to let you pull away even though you were beginning to feel the need to breathe. At the same time, Floyd’s arms tightened painfully around your waist, and you were sure that bruises would soon form there, as well as on your jaw where Jade’s fingers held it in place.

After what felt like ages, Jade finally pulled away from you, leaving you gasping for breath. Floyd also removed his teeth from your skin, licking at the bite mark he left behind with an airy giggle. “Now that you understand the situation, allow me to continue the topic of rules,” said Jade. He had a slight blush over his countenance as he spoke, which was quite unusual to see from him due to how put-together he always seemed.

“First of all, outbursts like the one you had earlier will be punished accordingly. However, since the one earlier today was your first, we will let that one slide,” Jade continued, lowering the hand that he’d had on your jaw back to join his other one on your lap, “Secondly, you are not allowed to contact anyone outside of our family. Yes, this includes your parents; however, if you prove to us that you intend to be good, you may be allowed to see them again in the future. And finally, you are to stay in this house unless you are accompanied by one of us. Is that clear?”

To be honest, you had expected more rules than just three (though you supposed that those three were pretty restrictive in and of themselves). Still taken aback from the twins’ earlier actions, you simply nodded in response, figuring that it was better to agree for now. This earned you a laugh from Floyd, who commented, “Look Jade, they’re speechless! Didja like our kisses that much, Shrimpy~?” You turned back towards Floyd to snap at him, but stopped yourself midway. He smirked at you, as if challenging you to say what you wanted to - probably because he wanted an excuse to punish you. When you showed no sign of falling for the bait, he pouted.

Standing up from the couch, Jade offered you a hand and suggested, “Well, it is getting quite late, and we’ve had a long day. Shall we all retire for the night?” You glared up at him and attempted to stand without accepting his “help”, but yelped when Floyd abruptly picked you up and started walking out of the living room on his own accord. “Put me down!” you hissed, narrowly missing Floyd’s cheek with a punch. “Nah, don’t feel like it~” he replied liltingly.

Floyd brought you down a hallway and threw open a door at the end of it. Once he had done so, he waltzed inside the room and plopped you down onto a bed. Your eyes widened as you took in the room. It was furnished exactly the way you liked it. The colour scheme was exactly like the one in your bedroom at home, and there were even some of your personal items that you recognized among the decorations. The only difference was that the room was much larger than yours, and so was the bed - it was so big that it looked like it could fit three people.

Using your confusion to his advantage, Floyd joined you on the bed and pinned you underneath him in a matter of a few seconds. The grin that he flashed down at you was downright predatory, and he declared, “Now it’s time to do what I’ve been waiting to, ehe~” You heard the door close and lock as Jade entered the room, taking a seat on the bed next to the two of you. “Surprised? I designed this room for you. I thought you would like it,” he remarked casually, as if the fact that he’d gotten the design nothing short of perfect wasn’t creepy. It was like the outfit he’d chosen for you for the party: perfectly catered to you in every way possible.

Before you could reply, Floyd crashed his lips onto yours from above, taking your breath away. You moaned in discomfort as he pressed the weight of his body down onto you, completely restricting your movement. His tongue shot into your mouth and explored every corner of it as his teeth clacked against yours and left bloody scratches all over your lips. No matter how much you struggled, you couldn’t win against him. Just as you thought you were about to pass out, Floyd pulled away, moving into a sitting position. His lips had splotches of your blood on them, and so did his teeth when he shot you a toothy smile.

You were so focused on recovering from the rough kiss Floyd had given you that you hadn’t noticed Jade approaching you and beginning to undo the buttons on your outfit. Your hands grasped at his, trying to stop him, but Floyd joined him and quickly held you down so you couldn’t do anything. “S-Stop! I don’t want this!” you shouted, putting as much effort as you could in attempting to get away, however fruitless it may be. Jade ran his lips over your now-exposed collarbone, murmuring, “You had no choice in the matter from the start, dearest.” At the same time, Floyd grabbed your jaw and turned your face towards him, all while adding onto what his twin had said, “After all, if you’re ours, we can do anything we want to ya~ Prepare yourself, Shrimpy. It’s time to have some fun!”

It had always been important to remember that Jade Leech and Floyd Leech never wanted the same thing for their birthday. And now that you were caught in their hold, unable to escape, you found yourself wishing that that fact had never changed.

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mera mera did u read the platinum jacket vignettes for jade and floyd??? there’s some new tweel lore that would make good character analysis 👀 👀 👀 👀

>:) my writer brain is bouncing around the confines of my skull!!!!! It's too good. I rambled a lot, but I hope it makes sense. Forgive me. orz I wanted to share my thoughts and write something of an analysis/characterization. >_<

Floyd who plays with things until it's broken and thoroughly in disrepair, whereas Jade prefers to dissect said interesting thing until there's nothing left to glean. The both of them tossing aside these interesting things after they've "broken" them because it's no longer fun or entertaining. The implications of the physical and the mental, which is how I often characterize them: Floyd is more physical in everything he does. Jade is more about the mind. I think this is rather obvious, though. Floyd is very physical, both in affection and in intimidation, within the game. Jade is always so meticulous and calculating. Whereas Floyd would rather execute vengeance right away with his fists, Jade prefers to stall the suffering so that it truly cuts deep (mentally).

To illustrate the hurt: Floyd will break bones, spatter organs, leave you completely, horrifically, bodily devastated. Jade will dig into you with metaphorical scalpel, stir your brain around within your head, and watch you squirm, all with the sweetest smile. The difference is that Floyd is swift, like a hatchet splitting wood, and perhaps there is some level of mercy in the quickness. Jade is not. He's the type who tilts his head at a cute angle and asks, "Does it hurt? I should hope so," all while you're (very obviously) hurting. Jade thrives off of the build-up and the consequent break-down.

Floyd likes the chase, the euphoria of a quick capture. He plays with you, breaks you, and skips off to find something else that'll grab his attention; he doesn't linger or loiter or spend time considering the other ways in which he could have fun with you because he's already lost interest. Jade becomes your second shadow; he dwells in the corners of your mind, the little paranoid parts that spur you to think, "Am I truly alone?" And you're not. He puts you under his microscope and he studies you; turn the scope or spotlight on him, however, and he hates it because there are no shadows to hide within.

These "interesting things," which we can classify as hobbies or fleeting/temporary interests, hyperfixations, or even obsessions, mean that the twins require stimulation from such obsessions (naturally, as most of us don't like feeling bored). When the obsession no longer serves its purpose, it's useless, meaningless, and boring. It makes sense for Jade to have such an attachment to terrariums and cultivating mushrooms because the unexpected almost always happens with plants (which keeps him properly invested) and, as he's mentioned in the game, he enjoys "controlling what lives and dies." Again, the mental implications of control, of getting to pick and choose and be particularly selective when playing with the thing. If Jade likes you enough, you should hope he never tires of you because once he's finished playing with his obsession it's soon discarded. He has no feelings for it anymore. It's nothing to him.

In that regard, Floyd's interests may be slightly more fleeting than Jade's because of how mercurial he is. That, and Floyd doesn't look towards the future as much as Jade does when it comes to hobbies. For Jade, it's a matter of how long will the hobby sustain him, keep his interest, provide entertainment and stimulation? For Floyd, it's a matter of how will this entertain him in the here and now? The present. In his basketball club wear, Floyd remarks how he and Jade once found a ball floating on the surface and they spent time throwing it around. But it was short-lived fun because it soon deflated, which essentially means they were likely whipping it at one another. Both twins play rough and are only gentle when they want to be or when (or if) certain situations call for it. But playing rough is the most fun because that's how they get the most use out of the fun things.

At the core of it, though, they both want to obtain things that are difficult to get or things they can't have. No matter what, at any cost. And when they have it, it's not enough to derive satisfaction from simply celebrating such a success. They have to truly appreciate it until it's breaking, which makes me happy because I love to imagine both of them (especially Jade) loving until breaking. They love their thrills. Life wouldn't be any fun if it was predictable and mundane. They need their thrills. And sometimes it's thrilling to break something. To enjoy something until it's no longer usable or enjoyable must be quite cathartic; there's a level of ownership to that, too. No one else can play with it because it's broken (physically or mentally). Or: no one else will want to play with it because it's broken (physically or mentally). By that logic, it belongs solely to the twins. No one else will ever be able to experience or play with that thing in the way the twins did.

There's so much more I could say, but I fear if I continue anymore it will start to sound like an analysis paper. ^^;;; I'm grateful if anyone read up to this point!!!

#aaaa mera this is such a good character study of the tweels!!#i really love the distinction between floyd and jade #especially how floyd is more physical while jade operates more psychologically #so much yandere potential ehe

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kanatajelly · 6 months

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hello again :)

so, it has been a while since i last posted...

apologies for taking such a long break. a lot of stuff was going on in my life, but now i'm back to writing again! although going forward, i will be managing the blog a little differently than before, and i've updated the rules to reflect that. for those who don't wanna read through the rules again, here's a summary of the important changes:

i've shortened the list of fandoms/characters i will write for

i will now also write concept ideas/drabbles, which will be short fics of a few hundred words! feel free to request for that as well, and also give me any interesting concept ideas that you may have too :)

my ask box and dms are now open for chatting! if you wanna say hi or brainrot with me over one of the fandoms i like or something like that, shoot me a message~

also as a general note, my updates will likely be less regular/frequent, cuz it's easier for me to manage things that way

that's pretty much everything! thanks for the continued support as we approach 100 followers on the blog :D

and also as a preview of what i'm working on, you can expect to see something up around this weekend to celebrate the birthday of my favourite leech twins <3

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kanatajelly · 1 year

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short lil life update: schoolwork is keeping me busier than i thought, and i haven't had that much time to work on story stuff lately. so i'm gonna be taking another week off, especially because i have three exams to do next week. sorry to those who sent in requests, i promise they will be up eventually!

thanks for the continued support <3

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kanatajelly · 1 year

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to the people who have sent me requests, i just wanted to say that i am working on them! i was quite busy with uni last week, so i didn't have much time to write. also, i'm still rather new to twisted wonderland so i'm trying to catch up on the story material up to book 7 to make sure i'm characterizing malleus and lilia properly!

the requested works will be up next week probably. thanks for your patience~

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kanatajelly · 1 year

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general yandere headcanons - kanato

kanato sakamaki - diabolik lovers

warnings: general yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, physical abuse, verbal abuse/humiliation, guilt tripping, mental and emotional manipulation, biting, forced isolation, delusional behaviour, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of murder (both others and darling), brief mentions of trust/attachment issues, brief mentions of kanato’s doll collection, honestly kanato is his own warning

word count: 1742

what kind of yandere are they?

Kanato is a lot of things in one package honestly, but the most prominent of his yandere traits is his possessiveness. His darling should only be looking at him, no exceptions. If they aren’t, he will make them. He also has a tendency to be intensely jealous, which ties in with his possessiveness.

Kanato is also a very violent yandere. His emotional volatility makes him quick to anger, and when he is angry, he doesn’t hold back at all. He also gets rather violent when he’s jealous. Another trait that ties into the violence is sadism, which shouldn’t be surprising considering that it’s Kanato we’re talking about.

Some other traits that can be used to describe Kanato are clingy and manipulative. His clinginess is self-explanatory, really, as he’s always hanging onto his darling in some way or another. On the other hand, his manipulative side can be expressed in a variety of forms. The one he uses most often is guilt tripping, but he does do a lot of other manipulation as well.

Finally, Kanato is a dependent yandere, which means that his mental stability greatly depends on the presence of his darling. He is a very damaged person and has serious issues surrounding attachment and abandonment, so once he gets close to someone, he really latches on and doesn’t react well at all if they try to pull away from him.

how do they treat their darling?

Goodness, Kanato is just a mess when it comes to his darling. He treats them horribly a lot of the time, so much so that to an outsider, it may seem like he hates them. But despite that, if his darling ever tries to leave him, he lashes out and desperately drags them back. There’s a saying that hate and love are two sides of the same coin, and I think that describes Kanato pretty well.

Kanato expects his darling to go out of their way to do things for him, and gets upset immediately if they don’t meet his expectations perfectly. His darling is eating something and didn’t make any for him? How dare they, they should cook him something right away! They didn’t offer to cuddle with him and make him feel better after one of his mood swings? Well they’d better reconsider that decision unless they want his mood to get even worse.

It’s also worth mentioning that Kanato never voices these expectations out loud, almost like he’s expecting his darling to read his mind or something like that (spoiler alert, they can’t). From his perspective, it makes perfect sense that he’s getting angry with his darling for not doing things that he wanted them to; but from his darling’s perspective, it just seems like he’s blowing up at them out of nowhere.

Kanato is just so abusive almost all the time. Even when he seems to be in a cheerful mood, he’ll still throw some humiliating comments into his speech. Of course, when he’s in a bad mood the abuse gets physical. Kanato is a vampire, so he has strength several times that of a human’s; he knows this, yet does absolutely nothing to control himself.

One of Kanato’s favourite things to do is leave marks on his darling, especially bite marks. It’s the perfect way to publicly declare that they belong to him, especially to his brothers and the Mukami/Tsukinami vampires. Since vampires have very keen senses, Kanato makes sure to leave any and all kinds of marks on his darling so that no other vampire gets any funny ideas.

Another thing that Kanato does very often is manipulating his darling, particularly by guilt tripping them. He has a talent at producing really believable crocodile tears, so if his darling is on the empathetic or kind side (even a little bit), he’ll often use fake tears to get them to do what he wants. In the case that his darling doesn’t fall for his fake crying, Kanato has other tricks up his sleeve. I think he’d be very skilled at using pain/fear as a medium for “educating” his darling. He’s not afraid to punish them until they understand what he wants.

Kanato has no hesitation when it comes to kidnapping and other forms of isolation. If his darling is a sacrifice like Yui, there’s no need to kidnap them… but he still needs to make sure that his brothers don’t touch them. If his darling isn’t a sacrifice, they’re getting kidnapped pretty quickly. In public situations such as school, Kanato makes an effort to socially isolate his darling too. They’re not going to be able to make any friends without him getting in the middle; and even if they somehow manage to make a friend, that friend is going to be dead soon.

Speaking of murder, that’s also something that comes naturally to Kanato. He has no patience whatsoever for interference, so he immediately gets rid of any outsiders by killing them.

However, when it comes to his darling, it depends. If Kanato hasn’t known them for that long and isn’t as attached as he could be, he wouldn’t be shy to kill them if they overstep their boundaries. There’s also a feasible chance that he’d make them into one of his wax dolls after killing them, because of course he would.

On the other hand, if Kanato is in the deeper stages of his attachment where he becomes emotionally dependent on his darling, he would absolutely never kill them… well, not purposefully, at least.

On a lighter note, Kanato is quite physically affectionate, especially in a relationship where he has developed a dependence on his darling. He’s incredibly touch-starved, but he’s also a bit of a cuddle bug at heart. He’ll probably never overtly ask for cuddles because he simply just expects to receive them; but he always appreciates being cuddled, and can also get frustrated if his darling doesn’t give him hugs when he wants them to.

what kind of person would they obsess over?

Kanato is a person who craves affection and comfort deep down, so I think he’d be most attracted to someone who has a naturally kind or sympathetic character. Despite how horribly he acts towards others, he does want to be loved as well. That’s why I think that an empathetic darling is the type he’d most easily fall for.

Moreover, Kanato would probably like someone who’s physically affectionate or who is accepting of physical affection from others. As I mentioned earlier, he’s very clingy and often expects hugs without asking for them, so it’s easier for him if his darling doesn’t have a problem with skinship; even more so if they are the type of person to initiate physical contact out of nowhere.

Despite his sadism and more dominant tendencies, I don’t think Kanato would like someone who’s extremely pliant, because then they’re just boring. He appreciates a little fight, but not so much that they become disobedient.

I can also see Kanato falling for someone who’s a little on the eccentric side. He has his odd interests, like his obsession with Teddy and his wax dolls, and he’d be ecstatic if his darling isn’t the type of person to be disgusted or weirded out by that kind of thing. It’s even better if his darling actually shares his interests, or at the very least responds positively whenever he talks about them.

are they aware of their actions? how dangerous are they?

Kanato is a bit odd in terms of awareness. At times he can be lucid, and at times he gets completely lost in his delusions. It really depends.

His lucid side is more likely to come out in the earlier stages of his obsession, where he’s still getting to know his darling, and when he’s in a particularly negative mental state or a bad mood. In this state, he has some sort of awareness that his behaviour is unhealthy, but he doesn’t really care that much.

However, I think Kanato is more often delusional than lucid, especially when he becomes dependent on his darling. He really wants his darling to love him back, so much so that he’d take any gestures of kindness from them - no matter how small - and add it to a mental list of evidence that “proves” they return his feelings. Something worth mentioning is that it’s not a very good idea to try and snap him out of his delusions. That’s like inviting him to explode in anger.

Kanato is undoubtedly very dangerous. Pretty much all the Diabolik Lovers boys are (except Azusa), but Kanato stands out as one of the worst. His uncontrollable emotions and paper-thin patience make him almost impossible to deal with, and it’s incredibly difficult to get away from him without dying. He’s also extremely dangerous towards others, of course, mostly due to the lack of hesitation he has when choosing to kill anyone who interferes with him.

what is their most dangerous trait? how far would they have to be pushed to bring it out?

It may seem like Kanato is at his most dangerous when he’s still distant enough from his darling to entertain the thought of murdering them, but I actually think he’s at his worst when he’s emotionally dependent on his darling.

Getting away from Kanato without throwing your life away is already an ordeal, but it’s basically impossible if he’s developed a dependence. He would never let his darling out of his sight, and he would never fully trust them even if they claimed to love him back and did everything the way he wanted them to. Any attempts at escape would absolutely set him off, but it wouldn’t be much worse than his regular bouts of violence. There is something that his darling could do that would be even worse than simply trying to leave him.

There is a certain boundary that one should never cross with Kanato, and that boundary is betraying his trust. He doesn’t have much of it in the first place, but that doesn’t mean it’s nonexistent. For example, if his darling was taking advantage of his dependence on them to control him, and he found out about this somehow… He would just break. No, Kanato wouldn’t kill them, lest his mental state fall apart completely. But he would make their life a living hell, so much so that they wished they were dead.

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general yandere headcanons - floyd

floyd leech - twisted wonderland

warnings: general yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, physical abuse, biting, brief mention of blood, mentions of verbal abuse/humiliation, mentions of murder (both others and darling), mentions of kidnapping, honestly floyd is his own warning

word count: 1707

what kind of yandere are they?

Floyd is a very intensely possessive and clingy yandere. He is always physically near his darling, and is usually touching them in some way. Floyd’s love language is definitely physical touch, and that is brought out in the worst way possible if he’s a yandere.

Like his brother, I think he’d take some time to examine his darling and confirm his interest in them, but it escalates a lot quicker for him than it does for Jade. He would also take a more direct and overbearing approach to get close to his darling, as it’s not his style to do things quietly. Floyd would rather just jump in and make his presence known to them. No point in making them wait, they’re gonna have to get used to him anyway.

He can also be quite violent, both towards his darling and other people around them. Floyd is very quick to anger and isn’t the type to change his approach based on who he’s handling. From past experiences, he knows that a nice, hard squeeze fixes most things. It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy it. Speaking of enjoying it… yeah, Floyd is pretty sadistic as well. No surprises there.

Floyd is also easily prone to being jealous. His possessiveness over his darling is very strong, and he wants them to be his and only his. Why need anyone else? When Floyd is jealous, everyone within viewing distance can tell. Depending on the mood that he’s in, he’s either super whiny, aggressive, or bitter in response to being jealous. You can never tell how he’ll express his jealousy until he actually does it. It just makes him that much harder to deal with.

how do they treat their darling?

Floyd is a bit of an odd case in terms of how he treats his darling. He strikes this weird mix between being absolutely lovestruck with them, and treating them so badly that you’d think he hated their guts. He is definitely not an easy yandere to deal with due to this unpredictability of his.

Physical abuse is not off the table at all. Floyd knows how strong he is, and he isn’t afraid to show off some of that strength to intimidate his darling into submission. Whether it be in the form of squeezing them until they can barely breathe or biting them so hard that they start to bleed, he will not hesitate.

Speaking of biting, Floyd absolutely loves leaving marks on his darling, especially with his teeth. He would bite them almost anywhere, but visible places like the neck or hands are the best, since it would be hard for them to cover those up. Leaving marks on his darling is like publicly announcing that they’re his. It’s very loud, and it’s very Floyd. However, he wouldn’t stop with just his teeth. I can imagine Floyd also leaving bruises on his darling’s body, not only as a way to show others who they belong to, but also as a lasting reminder of what happens if they defy him.

Teasing and humiliation are also things I could see Floyd doing to his darling. He’s very confident in his abilities to keep them where he wants them, and he would share this fact with them in a not-so-nice way.

Though, don’t get me wrong. With all the things I’ve said Floyd would do to his darling, it’s not like he wants to kill them or break their mind completely. In the end, he is obsessed with his darling, and he derives enjoyment from “playing” with them. Killing them or causing them to become unresponsive due to mind break would ruin his fun, not to mention take away someone he has a deep attachment to.

On a slightly less violent note, Floyd is very physically affectionate, and that still holds true here. He does have moods where he’s more cuddly, but he just likes having his hands on his darling at all times regardless of his temperament. Holding their hand, wrapping an arm around their shoulders or waist, hugging/squeezing them, kissing them, etc… Floyd is also not ashamed of being physically affectionate in public. Doesn’t matter who’s around, he’s doing whatever he wants. Sure, he would prefer doing more… intimate actions behind closed doors, but that won’t stop him from giving his darling bone-crushing hugs or suffocating kisses in the middle of a crowded place.

In terms of kidnapping, I think it really depends on the situation. Floyd is confident enough in his ability to threaten, beat up, or even kill anybody who gets close to his darling, as well as keeping his darling in a position which he wants them to be in; so kidnapping is not seen as a necessity for him. However, in more extreme situations where there’s a really persistent competitor or his darling is really testing his patience, Floyd may resort to kidnapping. Though it’s pretty unlikely overall.

what kind of person would they obsess over?

Honestly, I think Floyd could become obsessed with anyone that he deems interesting or fun enough, much like his brother. Though he may fall more easily for someone who has especially interesting reactions to what he does.

Therefore, I think that someone who’s a little shy or easily startled would be a prime target for Floyd. He’d love seeing the shocked expressions or listening to the little sounds of surprise that they make in response to his teasing and sudden physical affection.

Conversely, I think that he could also fall easily for someone with a more fiery personality, since they would also have interesting reactions. Their reactions would be more on the explosive side when compared to a shy darling, but Floyd would be enthralled nonetheless. He does like bothering Riddle a lot in-canon, so there’s that too.

Floyd would become interested in someone at first because of his desire to see how far he can push them with his heckling. However, at some point, he’d become more concerned with simply seeing their reactions to the things he does rather than seeing them unravel. That’s where the obsession kicks in.

I did mention that Floyd may like a darling who’s on the fiery side, but too much fire and he’s uninterested. It’s the same on the other end; he might like someone who’s on the meek side, but too much submissiveness and they’re boring. Floyd is a difficult yandere to please. You kind of have to draw a fine line between being interesting enough to make his obsession persist, and being permissive enough that you’re not setting his temper off with every little defiant remark you make.

are they aware of their actions? how dangerous are they?

Unsurprisingly, Floyd is quite the lucid yandere. That being said, I think he does lean into the delusional side sometimes too. He’d be aware of his obsessive and possessive behaviour, but he just really doesn’t care. Why should he, when he’s just doing what he finds fun?

The delusional side of his kicks in when his obsession is more on the intense side. I think Floyd would sometimes fall victim to the thought that he and his darling are meant to be together, especially when he’s in his more cheery moods. However, if his darling does anything to break that delusion, such as defying him or acting afraid around him, Floyd switches back to normal rather quickly… and angrily.

Also unsurprisingly, Floyd is a very dangerous yandere. His lack of regard for anyone other than himself is probably the thing that contributes to his dangerousness the most, especially when it comes to how dangerous he is for people other than his darling. Furthermore, he has lots of other threatening traits: unpredictability, physical abuse, possessiveness, suffocating clinginess, and so on.

On the other hand, if his darling somehow finds a way to please him, or if they develop feelings for him as well, that would make Floyd considerably less dangerous towards them. There are certain things that would never go away - like his constant need to touch his darling in some way, or his bites that hurt a little too much - but some of his violent traits would slowly disappear if his darling is being compliant and interesting enough to him.

Floyd is also very dangerous to others, and this is not dependent on how his darling treats him. If anyone gets between him and his darling, Floyd has absolutely no remorse in beating them within an inch of their life. He might also kill them if beating them up doesn’t work. Murder isn’t necessarily his first option, but he also wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone if need be.

what is their most dangerous trait? how far would they have to be pushed to bring it out?

Floyd’s most dangerous trait is definitely his deep disregard for anyone other than himself. He does what he considers most enjoyable or interesting at that moment, and he considers everything else to be less important than his whims.

I do think Floyd could be a rather patient yandere, given the right situation. He doesn’t want to lose his darling, so he would apply some level of control to his own actions. For example, he wouldn’t jump to giving his darling a permanent injury or killing them. However, there is one important condition to satisfy for this to be true: the fact that his darling is still interesting to him.

If his darling were to ever make Floyd bored or set him off, the little bit of concern he has for them evaporates so quickly. Suddenly he’s back to treating them like everyone else; he stops controlling himself around his darling and does whatever he wants to without considering their well-being at all. In this state, he’s very likely to critically injure or kill his darling, especially if he’s frustrated or angry with them.

Overall, as long as his darling keeps Floyd relatively content and does nothing to dispel his interest in them, they’re probably fine. It’s a very delicate balance though: Floyd’s emotional volatility makes the task of dealing with him a difficult and fragile endeavour. And the second he gets bored or snaps… it’s not gonna be pretty.

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kanatajelly · 1 year

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Yandere ABCs for Floyd leech?

yandere alphabet - floyd

floyd leech - twisted wonderland

author's note: hello~ thanks for the request! since you didn't specify which letters you wanted i just did the whole alphabet bc i love floyd hehe. hope you enjoy!

warnings: general yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, physical abuse, biting, verbal abuse/humiliation, forced isolation, mentions of murder (both others and darling), mentions of kidnapping, brief mention of mind break, brief mentions of serious injuries (dislocation and breaking a bone), suggestive themes in some parts if you squint, honestly floyd is his own warning

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Floyd shows affection mostly through physical touch. He always has his hands on his darling in some way, even in public. His idea of physical affection comes mostly in the form of bone-crushing hugs and breath-stealing kisses, and he won’t bat an eye even if his darling tries to struggle in his grip. In private, Floyd becomes more intense, taking great pleasure in marking his darling with bites and bruises. He wants everyone to know that they’re his.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

When it comes to dealing with people who try to get in his way, Floyd will absolutely not shy away from physical violence. He would beat them within an inch of their lives, in order to clearly send the message that neither he nor his darling are to be messed with. I think Floyd may resort to murder as well, especially if things get out of hand or if he loses control of his emotions, but it wouldn’t be his first option in dealing with people. I can also see him killing someone as a sort of “warning” towards his darling, though.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Floyd isn’t really the nicest to his darling, especially if he’s already kidnapped them. Sure, he’d give them their basic necessities and probably won’t hurt them too badly, but there’s bound to be a lot of mocking. After all, he’s quite confident in the fact that he’s stronger than his darling, and he’s also pleased by the fact that he was able to force them to stay with him and him only; and he would convey these facts to his darling through a lot of mean-spirited teasing.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

I think Floyd would try to initiate kisses, hugs, and other forms of physical affection even if his darling is obviously against it. Though, I have a hard time imagining him forcing himself on his darling in a more intimate sense. There is always the chance that it may happen though: Floyd is unpredictable and emotionally volatile, and if he’s brought to a breaking point, he can do just about anything, really.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Floyd generally wears his emotions on his sleeve, and that’s no different with his darling. But vulnerability is another thing entirely… I can’t see Floyd ever being outwardly vulnerable to anyone but Jade, really. I do think some vulnerability could come out if Floyd is in a particularly gloomy mood though. He would show it by being extra clingy, but also oddly quiet. If he does ever have moments of vulnerability, he would just hug his darling close and not let go for quite a long time, and he would refuse to elaborate on why he wasn’t as talkative as usual at that time.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Floyd would see any attempts at fighting back as a challenge or a game. He would enjoy displaying his strength to make his darling submit. However, too much fighting and he’s annoyed. Floyd’s patience is a very thin thread, and if it is snapped, it won’t be pretty. He would be especially irritated if his darling continued being extremely defiant even after several punishments. Hasn’t he already shown them that they shouldn’t mess with him?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Oh, this is absolutely a game to Floyd. Escape attempts are nothing but an opportunity to play tag with his darling… a very dangerous game of tag, that is. On some days it does irritate him though; like pretty much everything, it depends on his mood. The other case in which he wouldn’t view escape attempts as a chance to play with his darling is if they try to ask anyone else to help them in their escape. In that case, Floyd would just be plainly angry, and his jealousy and possessiveness would come out very prominently.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Being Floyd’s darling is in general not a pleasant experience. It’s almost like walking on a very thin sheet of ice; if you manage to put one tiny crack in it, you fall into the icy water below. However, it is something that one can get used to, and there are other ways to make Floyd more docile. That being said, if his darling were to set his fuse, it’d be absolute hell. When he’s angry, Floyd doesn’t have good control over his actions, so it’s not unlikely for him to critically injure or maybe even kill his darling if they get him really mad.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

I don’t really see Floyd as a person who thinks about the future very much at all. He knows that right now he wants to stay with his darling, but he doesn’t know anything past that. He is generally a person who just goes with whatever is more enjoyable or attractive in the present moment, so he likely wouldn’t plan out a complicated future with his darling.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes, Floyd is very very jealous. If his darling talks to or hangs out with someone other than him or the people he trusts (Jade and Azul), he immediately gets jealous of that person. At times he may even show some jealousy towards Jade or Azul, but it’s always less intense than with others. How Floyd shows his jealousy really depends on his mood - sometimes he gets very whiny and clings to his darling, refusing to let go at all; and other times he lashes out either at the other person or sometimes even his darling, expressing his envy in physical or verbal violence. Either way, Floyd’s jealousy is easily visible from the outside, and he doesn’t really try to cope with it. He prefers making sure that his darling never talks to or looks at anyone but him. That solves things well!

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Clingy. Super clingy. As I mentioned before, Floyd is very physically affectionate, even in public. He’s also very possessive of his darling and will try to monopolize their time. Those are the constants, and the rest depends on his mood. At times he can be very lovey-dovey and sweet, and at other times he can be very verbally degrading and even violent. He’s also pretty sadistic in general, though the intensity of that depends on how he’s feeling at the moment. If he’s in a pleasant mood, the sadism doesn’t come out as much, but it is still there.

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Floyd isn’t the type to overthink things or make plans on how to approach people, so I imagine he’d just walk up to his darling and get in their face. From that day on, he’s an almost constant presence around them, hovering over them like a shadow. Despite that, he wouldn’t be the type to confess too early though. It may take a little while (and a lot of help from Jade) for him to sort out his emotions and figure out how he feels about his darling. Once he’s figured that out, he confesses casually. Again, he doesn’t overthink these types of things at all. He just goes for it. Whether or not they accept doesn’t matter anyway; they’re staying whether they like it or not.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really. Floyd doesn’t hide his emotions in general, so the way he acts around others doesn’t differ too much from how he acts with his darling. One thing to note, though, is that Floyd is surprisingly patient with his darling, as long as they keep him happy. It’s a bit of an overlooked fact because he can still be rather cruel to them, but he will actually accept some things from them that would immediately set him off if anyone else did it.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Punishments with Floyd are mostly physical, including but not limited to painful bruises, deep bite marks, and choking. If his darling did something really bad, he may dislocate a joint or break a bone to put them in their place. He uses verbal threats as well, but those do not hold a candle to his physical punishments.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Social interaction with others is a big thing that Floyd would limit. He doesn’t want to see his darling with anyone other than him. If it’s really necessary, he’d be okay with them talking to Jade or possibly Azul, but he’d prefer for them to not interact with any others at all. Other than that, I think Floyd is rather permissive, given that his darling listens to him most of the time. His first resort to keeping his darling in check is physical punishment, so he’s pretty confident that he doesn’t really need to take away freedoms to control them. In the case that they are being especially defiant, Floyd resorts to physical isolation, locking them away in a room that only he can enter.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

It depends on how his darling acts. If they are either boring him or making him angry often, Floyd has little patience with them. On the other hand, as I mentioned before, Floyd is surprisingly patient with his darling if they keep him happy. Also, even though he does give them pretty harsh physical punishments if they do anything to upset him, he waits some time before giving them any permanent injuries, and he’s also unlikely to kill them unless he snaps.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

The short answer is yes, but it wouldn’t happen particularly quickly. If Floyd lost his darling and was unable to bring them back, he would be more mentally unstable for a period of at least a few months. However, eventually he’d come to terms with the fact that he won’t be able to see them again, and he’d move on. That being said, he’d never truly forget about them, and would likely get more than a little sensitive if anyone were to mention them again.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

I don’t think Floyd feels much guilt in general about his obsessive/possessive behaviour. Yes, he knows it’s not normal, but he doesn’t really care enough to feel guilt about it. He’s just doing what he feels is right, so why should he worry about it? In the same vein, Floyd would be unlikely to let his darling go in any circumstance. If he wants them, he’ll keep them with him. End of story. The only scenario I can see Floyd feeling remorse in is if he killed or badly injured his darling in a fit of rage, but that’s only if he’s been with his darling for a long time and harbours a lot of affection for them.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

It’s his personality. Floyd is a person who experiences very deep and intense emotions, and I think that also includes love and obsession. Although he would originally fall for someone due to curiosity, the thing that keeps him interested is the intense way that he feels for his darling and the strong obsessive interest he has in them.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Screaming and crying is totally fine for Floyd, even enjoyable in some cases. He can be pretty sadistic, so seeing his darling cry or protest during punishments or intimate situations would please him. However, if his darling were to isolate themselves or become unresponsive, that’s a totally different matter. Floyd would get frustrated very quickly, and if it goes on for long enough, he may even become bored of them. And making Floyd bored isn’t a good idea, because that means he’ll be careless, which can lead to very bad things for his darling.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

I think that Floyd’s unpredictability and chaotic nature make him pretty different from the classic yandere. You never know how he’s going to react to something until he does, or unless you know him really well like Jade does. This makes it that much more difficult to be the object of his affection, because his darling needs to strike a very delicate balance to keep him happy; lest they endanger themselves by setting him off.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

To be honest, I’m not really sure Floyd has any sort of easily exploitable weakness like that. However, if his darling is particularly resourceful and is able to somehow find out how to control his mood swings, they can get him into a situation where escape might be possible. Though even then it is quite unlikely, and it’d take a lot of work to achieve.

Wit’s End: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes. Floyd is very casual about physical violence, not bothering to control his strength when giving his darling hugs or lovebites. As mentioned before, he also uses physical pain as a method of punishment. Despite that, he does actually control himself quite a bit if he’s really attached to his darling. He wouldn’t want to inflict any critical injuries unless necessary, and I can’t see him killing them in a state where he’s in control over his emotions and actions.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Floyd isn’t much of a worshipper-type yandere, to be honest. He also wouldn’t go very far to win his darling over. They’re staying whether they like it or not, so how they feel about him doesn’t matter that much. Floyd would still appreciate it a lot if his darling returns his feelings, but he’d let that kind of thing happen naturally.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

The short answer is that he wouldn’t wait very long, but he also wouldn’t rush it. Floyd first needs enough time to make sure his interest in darling isn’t fleeting, and after that he needs to sort out his thoughts and emotions enough to figure out what it is he feels for them. Once he’s done doing that, he doesn’t wait any longer.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally. Floyd sees his darling as a source of entertainment, so he’s unlikely to break them on purpose because then they’d become boring. However, there is the chance that he snaps and does something drastic enough to severely affect the mental health of his darling (something like almost killing them, for example). If that ever happens, I think there’s a possibility that he’d be rather regretful about it, and would try his best to fix the situation.

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kanatajelly · 1 year

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yo. I was hoping to put a request in for a yandere headcanon about Rui from Project Sekai. He doesn't seem like the most dangerous type but I feel like he still has potential!

general yandere headcanons - rui

rui kamishiro - project sekai

author's note: hi, thanks for the request! rui definitely has some yandere potential hehe~ i hope you enjoy!

warnings: general yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, stalking, manipulation, guilt tripping, mentions of kidnapping, brief mentions of abuse, brief mentions of murder

word count: 1560

what kind of yandere are they?

First of all, I can see Rui being an obsessive yandere. He’s generally a very curious person, especially when it’s about the things that he’s interested in, so he’d likely take the time to learn everything he can about his darling.

This desire to know his darling well also makes Rui a bit of a stalker yandere. However, I don’t think he’d stalk his darling in the “traditional” way. I can definitely imagine Rui using his drones or other robots to spy on his darling from far away.

Rui can also be a little manipulative at times. Most of his manipulation would come in the form of guilt tripping, but he’s not afraid to use other methods. For example, if his darling is the confident type of person like Tsukasa is, Rui would try to praise them as much as he could to get on their good side. Additionally, if his darling returned his feelings, he would 100% use that fact against them to get them to stay no matter what.

Additionally, he would probably try to monopolize his darling’s time as much as he can, which does make him slightly controlling. After all, he’s already busy enough with his job as the director of Wonderlands x Showtime, so what’s the harm in trying to convince his darling to stay with him in his free time?

how do they treat their darling?

Rui is generally a very soft yandere. He’s also quite good at hiding the evidence of his stalking and other obsessive tendencies, so there’s a good chance that his darling may never find out about his yandere side… unless he slips up, that is.

He would watch his darling from afar for quite a bit, but eventually he’d get impatient and approach them to try and befriend them. He’d be nervous on the inside at first, being careful with his words so he doesn’t scare them away too soon. Rui would also be guilty of purposefully creating situations where his darling has to talk to or spend time with him; for example, randomly and “accidentally” crashing one of his drones right next to them and then offering to see if they have any injuries from the crash.

However, when Rui does become friends with his darling, he’ll treat them like he treats the Wonderlands x Showtime crew and his other friends, such as Mizuki. His darling will be subject to a lot of theatre-based rants from Rui, and he would definitely proudly show off any of his robots (but maybe not the ones he’s been using to spy on them).

For the most part, Rui acts rather normally around his darling. However, every once in a while, he’d get too excited and say something that he really shouldn’t know about them, or seem a little too confident about where he was going when going over to their home for the “first time”. A more observant darling may be able to pick up on his yandere side after these little slip ups, but Rui would do anything to hide it from them. The last thing he wants is to scare them away.

I don’t see Rui being very physically affectionate with his darling, since he’s more concerned about spending time with them. However, I do think Rui would often tell his darling how much he appreciates them, especially if he is in a romantic relationship with them. He really wants them to know just how important they are to him. It’s very sweet, if you ignore the concerning level of devotion lying underneath his words.

Any type of abuse is off the table. Rui loves his darling, after all, so he doesn’t see the need to injure them or hurt them in any other way. That being said, manipulation through guilt tripping or taking advantage of weaknesses is a fairly normal occurrence with him, as I mentioned before. Another thing that’s completely off the table is murder. Rui would never murder his darling or anyone else, no matter how bad things got.

I don’t think Rui is very likely to kidnap his darling. He’d see that as crossing a line that shouldn’t be crossed. There is a chance that he’d do it if things got really out of hand (say, his darling started dating someone else and isn’t responding the way he wants to his implicit suggestions of breaking up with them), but it’s generally very unlikely.

Overall, since Rui’s actions are very calculated and he treats his darling well, there’s a feasible chance that he can maintain a normal relationship with them on the outside, whether that be a friendship or a romantic relationship. However, if things went south and his darling found out about him stalking them, Rui isn’t afraid to use a little more manipulation to get his darling to stay with him. He’d never hurt them too bad though. He doesn’t want to see them in pain, especially not if he’s the cause of it.

what kind of person would they obsess over?

I think Rui would be attracted to someone who’s very passionate about their interests. After all, he is friends with Tsukasa, who is arguably one of the most passionate people in Project Sekai. Rui himself is very passionate as well, so that helps. He’d love nothing more than to sit down with his darling and exchange ideas with them - either about his shows or robot building ideas, or about whatever they’re interested in.

Rui may also fall for someone who is a bit of an outcast, just like him. Up until joining Wonderlands x Showtime, he never had many friends, and he struggled to find people who accepted his more eccentric ideas. That’s why he would be very understanding and empathetic towards someone in a similar situation to him, kind of like he is with Mizuki.

It’s also worth mentioning that if Rui falls for the outcast type of darling, he would be very protective over them. I can see him coming to his darling’s aid if they’re ever being picked on or made fun of by other people. He knows what it’s like to be alone, so he doesn’t want his darling to have to feel the same pain. They have him, after all!

In addition to being protective over his darling if they were being treated badly by others, Rui would probably increase his drone surveillance of them to make sure that they’re safe; and if they aren’t safe at any moment, he knows immediately and can intervene before things get ugly.

are they aware of their actions? how dangerous are they?

Rui is a very lucid yandere. He’s quite aware of the fact that what he’s feeling is not the normal way to feel about someone you love, to the point where he sometimes feels a little guilty about what he’s doing. The guilt comes out especially when he finds himself hiding things from his darling or lying to them, but he considers it a necessary sacrifice. After all, he ultimately wants to be by his darling’s side, so if he has to stalk them or guilt trip them to achieve that, he can handle whatever remorse comes as a side effect.

Overall, Rui is not a very dangerous yandere. He treats his darling nicely, and he tries his best to keep his more intense actions and feelings away from their sight. Like I mentioned before, he is capable of maintaining a normal relationship with them despite what he’s doing behind their back, and there’s even a chance that they’d never find out about his obsessive tendencies due to how well he conceals them.

what is their most dangerous trait? how far would they have to be pushed to bring it out?

Rui’s most dangerous trait is his intellect and his high capability for quick thinking. He’s a very intelligent person, and he’s good at coming up with plans on-the-spot in response to a sudden change or development in his environment. That’s why I think it would be really hard to escape from him.

I don’t think Rui would give his darling many opportunities to get away from him in the first place. If he hasn’t kidnapped them yet, he’s not afraid to get in their face and manipulate them into spending time with him if he noticed they were getting distant. And if he has kidnapped them, he’d keep an almost constant watch on them, either directly or through his robots and other electronics.

However, if his darling ever was able to escape, Rui would do anything to get them back. He’d stay surprisingly calm despite the stress of losing them, and his head would be filled with ways to get them back into his clutches… and keep them there. At that point, if he hadn't already kidnapped his darling, he would.

Although he is still against physical/verbal abuse and murder, Rui would take no shame in playing mind games with his darling should they ever get away from him. The guilt tripping would evolve into plain old manipulation, and Rui wouldn’t try and hide it either. If his darling has gotten him to the point that he’s forced to kidnap them, he doesn’t see much of a use in hiding anymore. As they say, the cat’s out of the bag.

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kanatajelly · 1 year

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be careful what you wish for

yandere!jade leech x f!reader

warnings: general yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, stalking (done mostly by reader), emotional manipulation, mental/emotional abuse, forced isolation, drugging, use of aphrodisiacs, nsfw content, dubcon, smut, biting, brief mention of blood, unprotected sex, rough sex, sexual coercion, implied murder (not reader), reader is kinda fucked up in the head in this one, honestly jade is his own warning

word count: 7505

Lately, Jade felt like someone was following him. He felt eyes on him often: during classes, in the cafeteria while eating meals with Floyd and Azul, during his shifts at the Mostro Lounge, and sometimes even in the hallways that stretched throughout Night Raven College. He had reason to believe that he had a stalker.

The first thing Jade had done was ask Rook about it, as he knew that the eccentric third year had a habit of stalking people he found interesting, particularly the non-human students of NRC. However, Rook had denied ever stalking him since Jade caught him in the act during P.E class that one time. With Rook out of the picture, Jade was a bit perplexed, to say the least. Who could possibly be stalking him, and why? So he decided to play at his stalker’s game. He kept his eyes and ears open during the times that he usually felt watched, and eventually, he settled on a likely culprit: you.

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That night, on your way to the Mostro Lounge, you were stopped by an Octavinelle student who looked quite frightened. The student first asked your name to make sure that you were the person he was looking for, then he said, “Jade asked you to come to the Mostro Lounge… He says he needs to speak with you. I don’t know what it’s about, though.” Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the Octavinelle student’s words. You had no idea why Jade would specifically ask for you, but it made you both fearful and excited. “Okay, thanks. I was already headed there anyway, so that’s convenient,” you replied, and the Octavinelle student nodded awkwardly before skittering away.

Not wasting any time, you made your way to the Mostro Lounge, your heart pounding the entire way there. Once you entered, you saw that the lounge was rather empty; which was unsurprising, since it was almost closing time. Jade, who had been delivering an order to one of the tables, noticed you upon your arrival. He gave you a closed-eyed smile and a wave, gesturing you over. You did just that, and once you were near him, you felt your face heating up. “H-Hi Jade! I heard that you were looking for me?” you greeted, trying to keep your voice stable. Jade kept his polite smile on his face as he responded, “Indeed. My shift is almost over, so it would be great if you could wait a little. I’m surprised you came so quickly.” Nodding bashfully, you took a seat at an empty booth, watching as the few customers who were left in the store finished their food and drinks and left.

Once the lounge was empty, save for Jade of course, the aforementioned male came over to where you were sitting. He sat down across from you, sending you another one of his signature smiles. “Now, then. Let’s get to business,” he said curtly. The kitchen door suddenly opened, drawing your attention to Floyd, who was exiting from the kitchen. He came over to your booth and plopped down beside his brother with a toothy grin. “Hi, Shrimpy! What’s up?” Floyd greeted casually. Before you could say anything, Jade began speaking instead, “I’ll get straight to the point. Lately, I’ve felt like someone has been watching me throughout most of the school day. It’s you, isn’t it? You’re the one who’s been stalking me.”

Your blood ran cold as the weight of Jade’s words settled in. You’d thought that you were being careful enough, yet he’d noticed you! This was bad. You opened your mouth to say something, but you were cut off by Floyd, “See, here’s how this’s gonna go, Shrimpy. You explain to us why you’re following Jade around, and based on your answer, I get to squeeze you~! So get explaining.” You fidgeted in your seat, unsure of how exactly you should word your answer. This is definitely not what you expected when that Octavinelle student had told you that Jade wanted to talk to you. “I-It’s… Because…” you stuttered, your face becoming hotter and hotter by the second. Tilting his head, Jade pressed, “Speak louder, please. I can’t hear you when you’re murmuring like that.” His cold expression scared you a little, but you were more flustered than anything. Eventually, you took a deep breath and looked Jade right in the eyes, saying, “It’s… because I like you.”

Jade blinked once, then twice. “Come again?” he asked, bewildered. Clenching your fists together, you repeated, louder this time, “It’s because I like you!” Upon hearing your answer, Jade and Floyd made eye contact, before they both burst out laughing. Your heart sunk, and your face turned even redder than it already had been. “Oh, so that’s it? My my~ I was worried that you had some kind of bad intentions. My apologies,” Jade responded, rather casually brushing over the fact that you’d literally just confessed to him. Floyd was still giggling hysterically as he said, “You… You look so funny like that, Shrimpy! You’re as red as Goldfishie when he gets mad, ehehe!”

You felt absolutely mortified. Not only did Jade, who you had the biggest crush on, find out that you were stalking him, but he also forced you to confess to him… and then laughed at you! ‘I wanna die. Right here and right now,’ you thought, looking down at your lap embarrassedly. “U-Um… Can I go back to my dorm now?” you murmured, feeling quite horrible at the moment. Jade looked at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. “If that’s what you wish, then yes,” he answered, “I’ll be seeing you soon.” Waving dramatically, Floyd added, “See ya, Shrimpy~” With that, you stood from the booth and hurried out of the Mostro Lounge, your face still bright red as you left.

After your departure, Floyd looked over at his brother, questioning, “So~ What are you gonna do about her confession?” Jade gave him a sharp-toothed grin, responding, “Well, of course I don’t return her feelings. But maybe it would be fun to see what happens if I play along with her for a bit. Heh.” Floyd’s eyes widened in surprise as he said, “Huh, that does sound like fun! I didn’t think you’d be that mean though, Jade~” Shrugging, Jade replied, “It’s just another bit of amusement to add to my days. Nothing more, nothing less.”

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The next day, you went to class as normal. However, your mind was still replaying your confession to Jade over and over again, as if reminding you that you never stood a chance to begin with. “Still half-asleep, are we?” said a voice, snapping you out of your thoughts. Looking up abruptly, you were surprised to meet eyes with Jade. “Uh- No, I…” you stammered, unable to form a complete sentence as the residual embarrassment from yesterday came crashing back onto you. Jade simply smiled at you before commenting, “I didn’t see you at the cafeteria for breakfast. It’s a shame. I was planning to ask you to eat with me.” Surprised, you repeated, “You wanted to eat with me…? But why?” Chuckling at your question, he replied, “Don’t you usually ask someone that when you want to spend time with them?”

Before you or Jade could say anything else, the bell rang and Trein came in, signalling the start of class. Jade waved to you before sitting in his usual seat, which was on the other side of the classroom from you. As usual, you felt your eyes flitting over to look at him every now and then. Usually you would try and take notes in between staring at Jade, but today your mind was too busy to take notes. ‘He wants to spend time with me? After everything that happened yesterday? I can’t believe it,’ you thought to yourself, your eyes stuck on Jade’s form, ‘Wait… He never actually rejected me yesterday, right? So maybe… Maybe I still have a chance!’

Suddenly, the sound of Trein calling your name harshly snapped you out of your thoughts, “Daydreaming, are we? If you’re not going to listen to my lectures, maybe consider not coming at all.” You quickly recomposed yourself before apologizing to your professor and answering the question that he had been asking you while you were caught up in your thoughts.

Following your morning classes, you headed to the dining hall for lunch. There were still butterflies swarming around in your stomach, and the only thing on your mind was Jade. You had been scolded by Vargas during P.E for not trying hard enough, and had almost mixed in the wrong ingredient when making a potion in Crewel’s alchemy class. It was embarrassing to get constantly called out in class, but what could you do? The only thing your mind could focus on was Jade and his stupidly vague words.

As you walked around the cafeteria trying to find a seat, your eyes landed on Jade, who waved you over to his table with a smile. You found yourself going over to sit with him, despite your mind telling you not to. “Good afternoon. You seem to be a bit distracted today, hm? Did you perhaps not sleep well enough?” Jade greeted you teasingly as you sat down. “Ah… Yeah, I guess I didn’t sleep well,” you replied, leaving out the explanation for why. Thankfully, he didn’t press the matter, and simply inquired, “I was wondering if you would come and study with me in the library later. We do have a history test in a few days, so it would be good to get some studying in.” You blushed upon hearing his request, replying, “I-I’d be happy to… But why are you asking me? Wouldn’t it be better to study with Azul?” Jade chuckled and answered, “Didn’t I already tell you that I want to spend more time with you? Besides, both you and I are good enough in our studies. I don’t need to ask Azul for help.”

Afternoon classes went by like a blur. You kept messing up during class just like you did in the morning, too excited about your study date with Jade. Could you even call it a date? Were you just assuming things? You had no idea. Jade was being so ridiculously vague that it hurt. You wished that he’d just say “yes” or “no” already. At the same time, you were happy to spend time with him in any manner, so you didn’t want to lose that chance by asking him about his feelings and making things awkward.

The study session with Jade ended up going much better than you had expected it to. At the beginning, you were so jittery that you couldn’t focus on the material and you jumped every time Jade spoke to you. But eventually you got used to the feeling of being with him, so much so that you could say that you were comfortable by the end of the session. Before the library closed, you left with Jade, and he walked you back to your dorm with a promise that you’d be seeing more of him from now on.

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For the past few weeks, you’d been spending a lot of time with Jade. You ate breakfast and lunch together - sometimes with just the two of you, and sometimes with Floyd and Azul - and occasionally even had dinner at the Mostro Lounge when Jade didn’t have to work a shift that day. You studied together for tests, and celebrated together when you passed them. You partnered up for as many projects as you could, and did decently well on every one of them. It was like a dream; your crush was spending so much time with you, and he seemed to be enjoying it! However, despite everything, Jade had never voiced how he felt about you. He never brought the topic of your confession up, so you never brought it up either. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship you’d built with him, after all.

Recently, Jade had even asked you to join his Mountain Lovers Club, which you had accepted eagerly of course. You were supposed to go on your first hike together today, so you were currently getting ready to go and meet him in the Hall of Mirrors. You’d packed a bag with a water bottle, some energizing snacks, and a change of clothes just in case. Even though you had gotten used to hanging out with Jade a long time ago, there was still a part of you that was both excited and nervous for this hike. You’d never really gone on a serious mountain hike before, but since Jade was there, surely it would be fine? You hoped so, at least.

When you got to the Hall of Mirrors, you saw Jade waiting for you. He smiled politely and greeted, “Good morning. I see you’re ready for our hike. I must say, I’m thrilled that you were so eager to join me on the mountain today.” You grinned back at him, waving energetically. “Hi Jade! Of course I’m excited to hike with you. You’re always so interested in talking about mountains and the plant life on them, so I’m happy that you asked me to come with you in the first place!” Jade chuckled amusedly at your enthusiasm before offering you his hand. You took it and let him lead you to your destination.

You didn’t know exactly where you were going on the hike, but you knew that it was far enough away to merit using the Dark Mirror to travel there. Once you’d gone through the Dark Mirror, you found yourself at a cabin that was situated at the foot of a mountain. “That’s the mountain we’ll be climbing,” Jade told you, leading you outside the cabin. “Where are we?” you asked curiously, and he answered, “We’re situated in the Sunshine Lands. It is a mountainous region, and the usually mild weather makes it perfect for hiking. I come here rather often for my club activities, as it is one of my favourite mountains to climb.”

With that, you and Jade began your ascent. The path was mostly straightforward near the bottom of the mountain, but it got a little rockier the further you went up. Thankfully, Jade was being very patient and waiting for you to catch up to him whenever you fell behind, as well as helping you scale some of the more treacherous terrain. You were very grateful for his help, as you didn’t really have much experience with this sort of thing. Additionally, all throughout the hike, Jade would tell you fun facts about any mountainside plants, animals, or insects that you happened to pass by while walking. You did find his facts interesting, but you were mostly just happy to hear him talk so animatedly, since it was something he usually didn’t do.

After a few hours had passed, you noticed that Jade had led you to a clearing where the terrain was mostly flat. “It’s around lunchtime now. You must be hungry,” he supposed. Only after he had said that did you realize how hungry… and exhausted you actually were. “Yeah, I guess I am,” you responded, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. Smiling, Jade took off his backpack and reached inside, taking out a folded-up picnic blanket and laying it out on the ground in front of you two. “I assumed that we would be staying out past lunch, so I cooked some food for us,” Jade told you while taking some containers out of his bag and placing them on the picnic blanket gently. Grinning, you said, “Thank you! That’s so nice of you. I didn’t bring anything but a few snacks, haha.”

After he’d taken everything out of his bag, Jade handed you one of the containers of food that he’d taken out, keeping the other one for himself. You briefly noticed that your container was purple, while his was blue. He then took a cup and poured something into it from a thermos. Once he’d handed it to you, you found that it was tea, green tea to be precise. He poured himself a cup as well before he said, “Well, let’s eat.”

Opening the container that he’d given you, you saw that it was filled mostly with rice, mixed with little bits of mushrooms and some spices. “Is this… mushroom risotto?” you asked tentatively. Jade seemed happy that you recognized the dish, and he answered, “Yes, it is. I made it with some mushrooms I gathered myself. I hope you like it.” Using the fork that had been laid out on the blanket near where you sat, you took a bite out of the risotto, finding it to be quite delicious. “This is really good! I can’t believe you made this by yourself,” you marvelled. Jade chuckled contently, eating a forkful of his own portion. “Thank you. I’m glad you enjoy it. If you like, I can make it for you more often,” he offered with a wide grin, making your heart skip a beat.

The two of you ate comfortably, with a little bit of conversation filling the empty space between you. The atmosphere was so calming: you were surrounded by trees and other wildlife, the soft breeze brushed by your hair in a way that felt nice, and the sun shined on you pleasantly. Plus, you were with your beloved Jade, and you were eating the food that he had prepared specifically for you. Furthermore, Jade seemed to be in an especially good mood as you finished your food; his smiles seemed remarkably large and showed off his sharp teeth, and he was staring at you more than usual. He must have been really happy that you enjoyed the risotto he cooked for you! You couldn’t have asked for more.

As you were on the last few bites of your meal, Jade packed up the now-empty containers and the other stuff he’d brought. “By the way,” he started while placing his thermos in his bag, “We have walked quite a bit, and considering your lack of experience with hiking, you may begin to feel tired as we continue. At any point, feel free to ask me to take a break. I don’t mind at all.” You beamed at him, responding, “Okay! Thanks Jade. You’re so considerate, hehe.” Jade chuckled at your comment before slinging his bag over his shoulder and gesturing for you to follow him.

With that, the two of you continued your hike, going further and further up the mountain. However, as you continued walking, you began to feel a little off. Your face felt hot, and was getting progressively hotter; and you felt a strange tingle beginning to settle between your legs. At first, you tried to ignore it, but the sensation only got worse as you walked. The heat had spread to your entire body now, and the tingle between your legs was getting too intense to ignore. “Um… Jade?” you called out hesitantly, making the male in front of you stop. He turned over to you, his brows furrowing slightly when he saw your bright red face. “What’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell?” he asked you, coming over to you and putting a hand on your shoulder. His other hand went up to your forehead to check your temperature. His hand felt so cool against your skin that you wished he would keep it there forever.

“You don’t seem to have a fever, but you are sweating a lot, and your face is unusually red. Why don’t we take a small break? Just up ahead, there’s an area with fewer trees. I can take out the picnic blanket again and we can sit until you feel better. Does that sound alright?” Jade suggested, his tone gentle and soothing. You nodded, biting your lip. As he moved his hand away from your face, you leaned into him, disappointed at the lack of contact. The feeling didn’t last very long though, as he took your hand and began to lead you forward once more. A few minutes later, you came to another clearing that ended in a cliff, which overlooked a large portion of the lower part of the mountain. If you weren’t so preoccupied with your current bodily state, maybe you would have taken the time to appreciate how beautiful the scenery was.

As he had promised, Jade took out the picnic blanket and laid it on the grass. He also kept his thermos outside, and poured you a cup of tea once you’d sat down. You found that you couldn’t hold the cup straight, as your hands were shaking violently. Jade placed his hands over yours, steadying them, and guided the cup up to your lips. You gulped down the tea haphazardly, but found that it didn’t really help. All you could focus on was how nice Jade’s hands felt against your own, and how close he was to you. “Are you alright?” he asked, moving away briefly to put the cup and thermos back in his bag. When he pulled away, you unexpectedly and embarrassingly whined at the loss of contact. If he’d heard the sound you had made, he didn’t comment on it.

“What kinds of things are you feeling?” Jade questioned gently, turning back towards you once he’d closed his bag. “Hot… I feel really hot…” you mumbled, barely able to speak coherently because of how feverish you felt. “Anything else?” he pressed, urging you to go on. You felt embarrassed to tell him about the tingling feeling between your thighs, as you knew exactly where it was coming from. Placing a hand on your cheek, Jade continued, “I won’t be able to help you if you won’t tell me what the problem is, dearest.” Your mind spun at the endearing term he’d used to refer to you, and you spoke, “I feel a weird tingling… um, between my thighs.” Jade suddenly realized what you were talking about, and he replied, “Ah, I see. I was selective with the choice of mushrooms that I put into your risotto, but it is possible that one of them had less… desirable side effects. My sincerest apologies. I should have been more careful.” Was that the ghost of a smile on his face? Surely you must be imagining things.

The heat was getting so unbearable now that your body acted before your mind could process it, making you reach your hands out towards Jade. Your arms wrapped around him in a clumsy embrace, and your head landed in the crook of his neck. “Please…” you whispered, unsure what exactly you were asking for. Jade’s lips curled up into a devious grin, and he repeated teasingly, “Please what, darling?” You moved your head from against his neck so you could look at him. Flustered, you asked, “Please… C-Can you help me, Jade?” He laughed at you, restating, “Help you with what?” You exhaled in a frustrated manner and exclaimed, “Just… J-Just touch me or something already! I n-need you, Jade…” His eyes shone in delight at your words. There was a hint of another emotion in his expression, one that you couldn’t quite identify. Was that… triumph? Suddenly, he placed a hand on your cheek again, snapping you out of your thoughts and drawing you closer to him. “As you wish,” he whispered against your lips before capturing them with his own.

The kiss was slow and sensual. Jade’s hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head to hold you in place as he deepened the kiss and circled his free arm around your waist. He nipped at your bottom lip lightly, and you opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to invade it. His tongue methodically circled your own in an act of dominance, drawing a muffled moan out of your throat.

Jade placed a kiss along your jaw, then trailed a line of kisses along your throat until he reached your shoulder. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and bit down harshly, making a choked yelp escape from your throat. His sharp teeth had surely pierced your skin deep enough to leave a lasting wound. After the initial pain had subsided, you moaned at the feeling of his teeth against your neck. He soon pulled away, licking some stray blood from his bottom lip. “You taste delightful, my dear,” Jade mused, chuckling at your needy expression. He left a few lighter bites on your shoulder and neck, sucking at them in a way that would definitely leave behind bruises. As he lavished your neck with kisses and bites, the hand that had been resting on your waist slid under the hem of your shirt, his fingers grazing the fabric of your bra.

Eventually, Jade pulled his head away from your neck. “Raise your arms,” he commanded, and you followed his order obediently, both because your body was telling you to and because you knew you could trust Jade. He took the ends of your shirt and raised it above your head, tossing it to the side once it was completely off. You shivered a little as the cool breeze hit your bare skin, but the sudden coolness also felt nice against your still hot body. Jade reached his hands behind your back and undid your bra, placing it where your shirt was. His hands caressed your breasts, fingers brushing over your nipples in a way that made you whine and want more.

Gently, Jade pushed you backwards until your back hit the rough fabric of the picnic blanket. He removed his shirt as well, allowing you to see his torso. He was rather lean, not having much noticeable muscle or fat. All you could think of was how nice he looked shirtless, which only intensified the tingling feeling between your thighs. He smiled down at you before bending over you and kissing you again, one of his hands holding your jaw in place while the other found your own hand and laced your fingers together. The kiss was shorter this time, as Jade turned his attention to your breasts instead. He mouthed at one of your nipples and used his hand to play with the other, making you moan sweetly.

After a few moments, Jade let go of your breasts, his hand trailing down towards your hiking shorts. He unbuttoned them swiftly and pulled away to tug them down your legs, throwing them over to join the growing pile of clothing on the other side of the picnic blanket. His eyes widened slightly upon seeing the sizeable wet spot on your panties, and he laughed. “You’re so wet already, darling. Could it be that you’re enjoying this?” Jade asked, though it was more of a rhetorical question. He watched your expression shift as you whined, “Jade, please…” Tilting his head in mock innocence, he teased again, “Please what? You need to tell me what you want me to do, dearest.” Blushing, you continued, “Please touch me… down there. I need you…” At your words, he grinned slyly, showing off his teeth. “As you wish,” he said for the second time that day before curling his fingers around the waistband of your panties and pulling them off, adding them to the clothes pile.

Jade spread your legs gently. One of his hands went in between your thighs, brushing over your folds slightly. You made a frustrated noise, barely able to keep yourself still. This made him chuckle as he finally spread your folds with his fingers, his index beginning to circle your clit. Finally feeling stimulation on your pussy after so long, you let out a breathy moan, bucking your hips against his hand. He played with your clit for a little while longer, before he replaced the finger that had been rubbing it with his thumb, and stuck a finger inside your hole at the same time. You sucked in a breath as he began moving his finger in and out of your pussy, adding a second finger in shortly after. His fingers were going deeper than you’d ever been able to reach yourself, and it felt so good. Eventually, Jade added a third finger, making you moan at the slight stretch. As he kept going, you felt a knot beginning to build in your stomach.

Suddenly, Jade’s fingers brushed against a spot inside of you that made you see stars, and you yelped. “Ah! I-I’m…” you cried out desperately, “J-Jade, haah… Don’t stop…” He simply smiled at you, his eyes alight with amusement as he continued his movements. The knot inside your stomach suddenly burst as you came with a scream of Jade’s name, your breathing heavy and erratic. Jade removed his fingers from your hole and brought them up to his mouth, licking them clean of your juices. He hummed to himself, saying, “What a good girl you are. Are you ready to move on?” You didn’t entirely understand the meaning behind that question, but nodded nonetheless. As Jade’s hands moved to unzip his pants and take them off, you suddenly realized what he had meant.

“W-Wait… I…” you said, causing Jade to pause momentarily. Embarrassed, you hid your face behind your hands as you continued, “I-I’ve never done this b-before…” His eyes widened for a second, before his lips curled into the most evil-looking smile you’d ever seen on him. “Ah… Is that so? I’m glad that I’ll be your first,” Jade replied, reaching for your wrists to pry your hands off your blushing face. As he took off his boxers, he added, “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be gentle~” Once his boxers were off, his cock sprang free, already very hard. He then positioned himself over you, guiding his cock to line up with your hole. “Ready?” he asked you, and you opened your mouth to say something, but were cut off by the feeling of his cock entering your pussy. Your mouth stayed open in a silent scream, the pain of the stretch being unbearable despite how wet you were. Jade placed his hands on your hips, holding you still as he pushed further into your cunt. You let out a choked moan when he finally bottomed out, feeling so full. “...It’s t-too big… I can’t…” you whimpered, unable to get used to the stretch. Jade laughed and leaned down to give you a gentle kiss. Once he pulled away, he whispered against your lips, “I know you can, my dear. Just relax, and let me take care of you.”

With that, Jade pulled out until just the tip of his dick was left inside you, and then slammed back in roughly. You gasped at the sensation, your hands reaching up to clutch at his bare shoulders. He continued thrusting into you roughly, not taking any care whatsoever to be “gentle” like he had promised before. Eventually, the pain from his harsh thrusts slowly ebbed away into pleasure, turning your choked gasps and pained whines into honeyed moans and desperate cries of Jade’s name. You could barely hear his low grunts of pleasure over how much noise you were making.

At some point, Jade’s pace grew quick and erratic, and he started hitting that certain spot that made you feel like you were going to burst. “Jade! I… I’m gonna come!” you screamed, your throat feeling hoarse. Instead of replying, Jade let out a guttural sound that seemed like a growl before he leaned forward and bit into your uninjured shoulder harshly. With that, you came, arching your back against his form. He thrusted a few more times before he stilled, slamming his hips into you harshly. You felt his cum enter your cunt, and the repercussions of what he’d done didn’t quite settle in yet as you felt exhaustion begin to take over. After a moment, Jade moved his head away from your neck, pulling out of you and letting your mixed fluids leak out of your pussy.

Your eyelids felt very heavy, and you fought to keep yourself awake as you watched Jade. He had pulled a towel out of his backpack, and was now cleaning you up, as well as wiping off anything that got on the picnic blanket. After that, he gently lifted you into a sitting position and wiped the two wounds on your shoulders that had come from his deeper bites with a disinfectant, making you flinch at the burning sensation. He then wrapped the wounds with bandages before he helped you get dressed once again. Thankfully, since you’d brought a change of clothing, you didn’t need to wear your dirty panties again.

After Jade had finished cleaning and dressing you, as well as redressing himself, he packed everything else into his backpack and sat back down on the picnic blanket, opening his arms towards you in a silent gesture. You understood what he meant and collapsed into his lap, snuggling into his chest. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, no sounds being heard other than the rustle of the trees’ leaves in the slight wind.

“Do you love me?” Jade asked all of a sudden, and you replied immediately, “Yes. I love you, Jade… I love you so much. D-Do… What about you?” He tilted your chin up with his fingers so you locked eyes with him, and he said, “What do you think?” You looked up at him desperately, and he let out a deep chuckle. “Of course I love you. Otherwise, why would I have done all of this for you?” Jade said, his eyes transfixed on your expression. You couldn’t believe your ears, and you repeated, “You love me? Really?” He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear and affirmed, “Yes.” He then brought his head down to meet your lips in a soft kiss, and you reciprocated eagerly.

A few minutes later, you had fallen asleep in Jade’s lap, his arms securely around your waist. He nuzzled his chin into your hair as he mumbled, “Cordycep mushrooms always result in such interesting effects, don’t they? Now you’re mine for good… Heh.”

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In the days following the hike you’d shared with Jade, the two of you had officially become a couple. You found yourself spending almost every moment of the day with him, even more so than you had already been doing. Your other friends slowly began to move away from you as well, but you didn’t notice. After all, you were so busy with Jade that you never seemed to have time for them, and you stopped responding to any texts that weren’t from Jade. Even your more persistent friends eventually went silent, leaving you alone… Well, not entirely alone. You still had Jade. Your other friends didn’t matter as much as him. They didn’t care about you like he did, didn’t love you like he did.

One day, on your way to see Jade at the Mostro Lounge, you were pulled aside by Azul. “Good evening. I presume you’re here for Jade? He’s currently out right now, dealing with some unruly customers,” Azul greeted politely, “Actually, I was hoping we could have a little chat. Why don’t you come to the VIP room with me while Jade is gone?” You reluctantly agreed, following him into the secluded space.

Azul gestured for you to sit on one of the couches, and he sat across from you. “I’d like to tell you something about Jade,” Azul began, “To be frank, I think you shouldn’t stay with him.” Instantly, your eyebrows furrowed, and you responded, “Why? I’m really happy with Jade! I love him so much, and he loves me too.” Azul sighed, lacing his fingers together and continuing, “Listen. Jade doesn’t actually love you. I overheard the conversation you had with him and Floyd back when he confronted you about stalking him. After you left, he told Floyd that he was going to play along with you until he got bored of you, because he doesn’t return your feelings.” Clenching your fist in frustration, you shouted, “That’s not true! Jade loves me! He always tells me that! You have to be lying, Azul!”

Pursing his lips, Azul added, “I assure you that I am not lying. Besides, even if he does love you, haven’t you noticed how unhealthy your relationship is? It’s his fault that you no longer have any other friends! He monopolizes your time, and I once caught him threatening someone you used to spend time with to forget about you. I bet he's even been manipulating you into thinking that it’s not worth being friends with anyone else! Are you fine with that?!” You shook your head violently, retorting, “Jade would never do something like that to me! He loves me, and treats me well! I’m not gonna listen to your lies anymore. I’m leaving!” With that, you stood up from the couch abruptly and marched towards the door of the VIP room. “Wait!�� Azul yelled, calling out your name as you exited. But you didn’t look back at him again.

Upset, you stormed back to your dorm room. Once you’d returned, you threw the door shut and curled up into your bedsheets, sobbing. ‘Jade would never treat me like that… Jade loves me! Right…?” you thought, clutching your blanket to your chest. You stayed like that for longer than you could keep track of, ignoring everything else but your own thoughts. Eventually, your room’s door opened, making you look towards the source of the noise. It was Jade, as expected. “Darling… What’s the matter?” he cooed, shutting the door lightly and approaching your curled up form in bed. Once he sat down on the edge of the bed, you immediately latched onto him, burying your head in his chest. “Jade! You love me, right?” you asked frantically, nails digging into his back carelessly. He rested one of his hands atop your head, stroking your hair lightly, and coiled his free arm around your waist. “Of course, dearest. Why do you suddenly ask?” he replied, his voice soothing you.

In between sobs, you told him, “A-Azul… Azul told me that you don’t love me… a-and that you’re forcing me to be with you instead of my other friends. That’s not true, right?” Jade’s calm smile faltered for a moment before he quickly recomposed himself. He had been expecting interference from outsiders at some point, but he certainly didn’t expect it to be from Azul of all people. “Of course that’s not true. Azul doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Jade affirmed, his voice loving and gentle, “I’ll go and have a talk with him. You don’t need to worry about anything, alright? Just relax. I’m here for you.” You nodded, inching closer to him as you held him impossibly tight. “I love you, Jade,” you said, looking up at him. He brought you in for a short kiss before he replied, “I love you too.”

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Later that night, Azul was getting ready to close the Mostro Lounge for the day when the door opened, revealing Jade. “Where have you been? Floyd had to work the rest of your shift because you suddenly disappeared, you know,” Azul told him in annoyance. However, upon noticing the dark expression on Jade’s face, Azul hesitated, taking a step back. “You know, Azul, I don’t really appreciate you telling lies to my dearest lover,” Jade said, taking a few steps towards the other, who continued moving back until his back hit one of the booths. “They weren’t lies, and you know it! You should stop taking advantage of that girl when you don’t even return her feelings,” Azul retorted.

“There’s one thing you’re mistaken about, Azul,” Jade began with a smile, “I may have originally started my relationship with her as a way to lead her on since I didn’t return her feelings, but I eventually found myself falling for her. So, I do love her. And I’m quite upset that you insist on getting in my way. She is mine, and there is nothing you can do about it.” Azul gritted his teeth and said, “You know that what you’re doing is wrong. So stop it!”

Jade’s smile shifted into a deep frown, his gaze sharpening. “Azul. You disappoint me. I thought that if there was anyone who would understand me, it would be you and Floyd. Floyd supports me, so why don’t you? Have you abandoned our friendship?” he asked, his voice taking on a cold edge. Azul shivered at Jade’s icy mannerisms, completely unused to seeing his friend act like this. “I-I have no intention of abandoning our friendship. But I don’t want to see you go down the wrong path, Jade,” Azul started, “So please. Stop this while it’s not too late.”

Pausing for a moment, Jade put a finger to his chin in thought. Azul held his breath, waiting for what the other male was going to say. Eventually, Jade’s lips morphed into a cold smile as he said, “I see what’s going on here. You have feelings for her too, don’t you, Azul?” Shocked, Azul’s eyes widened for a split second before he coughed and tried to recompose himself. “How… How did you come to that conclusion?” Azul asked, trying to hide his growing discomfort. “It’s simple. I know you too well to buy your excuses,” Jade answered, “Throughout this entire conversation, you’ve been trying so very hard to push forward these lofty morals that I know you do not possess. Why would that be, when you’re usually honest with me? The answer is that you’re trying to hide something. Something that would make things worse for you if I found out. Therefore, I came to the only logical conclusion: you like her as well.”

Azul gulped heavily at Jade’s words. The worst part about everything was that he was right. Realizing that the situation was becoming less and less favourable for him by the minute, Azul slowly slipped his magical pen out of his pocket, raising it in front of him in an attempt to defend himself should the situation escalate any further. Jade laughed mirthlessly, saying, “Now you’re going to fight me? How ridiculous, Azul. You should know better than to try getting in my way.” Azul scoffed in mock confidence, but his expression betrayed his anxiety about the current situation. “I’m the housewarden for a reason. You won’t win so easily,” he replied, his voice shaking. Tilting his head, Jade commented, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

Suddenly, the door to the kitchen of the Mostro Lounge opened. “Eh~ You were right, Jade. I didn’t think Azul’d actually try and fight you, but here we are!” said the newcomer to the room, Floyd. Upon hearing the other Leech twin’s voice, Azul’s blood ran cold. “F-Floyd… I thought you had already left for your room,” Azul stammered, unable to keep himself composed any longer. Floyd grinned threateningly and replied, “I did, but then Jade told me he needed my help with something, and how could I say no? Especially when it’s this fun, ehe~” Azul had been decently confident in his ability to incapacitate Jade and go to where you were, but now that Floyd was here, it was hopeless. Not even he could beat both the Leech twins at once.

Taking advantage of Azul’s moment of distraction, Jade swiftly knocked his magical pen out of his hand, sending it clattering across the floor a good distance away from its owner. As Floyd approached from the other side of the room, moving slowly like a predator that knew it had already cornered its prey, Jade picked Azul up by the collar of his shirt. “As I said before, Azul, she is mine and there is nothing you can do about it,” Jade whispered, his tone dangerously frigid, “I will make sure of that.”

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“I haven’t seen Azul today. Is he sick?” you asked Jade as you ate lunch with him the day after your conversation with Azul. Floyd was with you two today as well, which was nice. The twins shared a look that you couldn’t quite understand, then Jade turned back to you as he said, “I’m not sure. He must be sick, yes.” Swallowing another bite of your food, you replied, “Oh. Tell him I hope he gets better soon, then.” Floyd giggled eerily before he answered, “Sure~ I’ll make sure to tell him for you, Shrimpy.”

A few days later, Azul was reported missing. But you never took notice. The only two people you talked to were Jade and Floyd, and they never mentioned anything. Eventually, you forgot completely about the warning that Azul had given you before his disappearance, falling deeper and deeper into your love for Jade. It was exactly what he had wanted.

He had you right where he wanted you.

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general yandere headcanons - jade

jade leech - twisted wonderland

warnings: general yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, stalking, emotional manipulation, forced isolation, mental and emotional abuse, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of biting, mentions of kidnapping, brief mention of murder (not darling), mentions of drugging, honestly jade is his own warning

word count: 1551

what kind of yandere are they?

Jade is an obsessive yandere, through and through. He wants to know anything and everything about his darling. He’s already used to gathering information about potential contract clients for Azul, so he knows how to get what he wants in a covert way. This, of course, also makes him quite the stalker. Unless they’re very observant, his darling would probably never even notice Jade following them.

However, Jade wouldn’t stay far from his darling for very long. The stalking and information gathering is mostly his way of confirming that they’re actually interesting enough to spend time with. Once he decides that they are, he closes the distance.

Possessive is another trait that can be used to describe Jade. Although he isn’t anywhere near his brother’s level, his possessiveness is still notably intense. That being said, Jade likely wouldn’t do anything direct to get his darling’s attention focused on him. This is where his manipulative side comes in. Jade may appear polite and gentlemanly, but anyone who knows him well knows that it’s just an act that he uses to make other people lower their guards down around him. His darling is no exception to this. Again, unless his darling is very observant, they won’t notice that anything is wrong in the way Jade is acting… until it’s too late.

Finally, Jade can also be quite sadistic, though he much prefers mental torture over physical harm. There’s something he enjoys so much about seeing his darling squirm and bending them to his will.

how do they treat their darling?

Jade is nothing but polite at first. Always greeting his darling with a smile, always doing little things for them even when they don’t ask, always taking their side in a conflict… He does whatever he can to make them feel safe around him, and takes extra care not to break any of their boundaries… yet.

I think he would definitely socially isolate his darling, but in an indirect way. Instead of just taking them and locking them in a room where only he can see them, he targets others instead. Jade would use any method possible to force others to distance themselves from his darling, including threatening, blackmail, or even physical violence, if need be. He’s not picky with his methods, as long as his darling never finds out.

At the same time, Jade would always be there for his darling if they needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to rant to. He’d comfort them as best as he could, gently assuring them that it isn’t their fault that all their friends are leaving them… I mean, he’s not lying. It is his fault after all, though, his darling doesn’t need to know that. Jade’s end goal is to make his darling emotionally dependent on him. Once they’ve lost all their friends and acquaintances, who can they come to for support but him?

Once he has his darling where he wants them to be, Jade is not afraid to be a little more open about his obsessive tendencies. He would purposefully say something about them that he wasn’t supposed to know, or stand a little too close to them when they’re talking to someone else. If they confront him about it, he denies their accusations with a knowing smile, secretly enjoying their confused and/or upset expressions.

Overall, Jade is not very touchy with his darling, but he is quite fond of marking them, especially with his teeth. Seeing his darling with a mark that he made on their body fuels his possessive side in the best way possible. After all, there’s not many people who can leave those kinds of teeth marks on someone…

In terms of kidnapping, I think Jade is unlikely to do it. If his emotional manipulation and indirect social isolation works to keep his darling with him, then there’s no need to kidnap them, is there? Of course, if his other methods don’t end up working out, Jade is not beneath kidnapping. But it’s his last resort.

Speaking of things not working out, another thing Jade would do to his darling if they were being too defiant is drugging them. He’s good at potionology, and his knowledge of mushrooms and other hallucinogenic plants is vast. Also, he’d probably regularly offer to make his darling tea or other foods/drinks, and it’d be fairly easy to slip some sleeping drug or a hallucination-inducing mushroom in there. In the case that his darling refuses to accept any edible or drinkable items from him, then Jade is not past using the classic syringe stab or chloroform cloth methods.

what kind of person would they obsess over?

Honestly, like his brother, I feel like Jade can become obsessed with almost anyone, as long as they have something that piques and keeps his interest. Like I mentioned before, he thoroughly does his research before attempting to get close to his darling, so if he wasn’t interested, he’d stop before they even knew he was doing anything.

That being said, I think Jade would like someone who’s passionate about something they love. They don’t need to share one of his interests (although that would be nice), it’s just enough that they have something that they could talk about for hours if given the opportunity. It can be anything. As long as he likes someone, Jade is willing to listen to anything and everything they rant about. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, he will pay attention to their entire rant.

I also think that someone who isn’t what they seem to be on the outside would attract Jade’s attention more easily. If his darling acts differently in front of strangers than they do in front of close friends, for example, Jade would become invested in getting them to lower their mask and be their true self around him. Jade wants to see all the parts of his darling, including the ugly ones that they try to hide from others. The more hidden parts they have, the more fun it is for him to pick at their layers and barriers until they’re completely vulnerable around him.

are they aware of their actions? how dangerous are they?

Jade is a very, very lucid yandere. He’s fully aware that what he’s doing is unhealthy and wrong, but he has absolutely no remorse or shame. That is exactly what makes him dangerous: he has no inhibitions, especially in the later stages of his relationship. He is simply fueled by interest… and a desire to make his darling belong to him.

This may already be obvious, but the thing that contributes the most to his dangerousness is how good at manipulation he is. Even if his darling is an especially guarded, wary, and/or observant person, all it takes for him to break them down mentally and emotionally is for him to know of one of their weaknesses. If he finds even the smallest hole in their defenses, he’ll find some way to worm inside. Just wait for it.

However, even though he isn’t beneath playing mind games with his darling, I don’t see Jade being very likely to physically harm them (aside from biting them, but that’s a different matter). Even towards others who interfere with his goals, physical violence, and by extension murder, are more of a last resort than anything. Jade much prefers psychological warfare to physical altercations.

But even with that said, Jade is still quite dangerous. Sometimes mental wounds are much more painful than physical wounds, after all.

what is their most dangerous trait? how far would they have to be pushed to bring it out?

I can see Jade being absolutely terrifying when he gets mad. He has a hell of a lot of patience, even in dealing with difficult people like Floyd, so it’s not easy at all to make him genuinely angry. But when he is… dear god.

Remember how I said that he’s unlikely to use physical violence as a first option? When he’s angered, that’s thrown out of the window, along with his gentlemanly persona. An angry Jade is a physically violent Jade. Thankfully, there’s not much of a danger of that happening often, thanks to his overflowing amounts of patience and his relatively mild demeanour. His darling would have to push him really far to make him snap. And if they ever do, they probably wouldn’t do it again, unless they’re really stupid.

Unlike a lot of yandere characters, who reach their boiling point if their darling escapes from them, that wouldn’t be what sets Jade off. He sees escape attempts as a chase, and he’s confident in his ability to get his darling back at some point.

Maybe Jade would be brought to his breaking point if his darling were to ever ask someone like Floyd or Azul to help them get away from him. Although I can’t see either of those two agreeing to help them considering how close they are to Jade, there is still a possibility. If that ever happened, the amusement Jade usually derives from chasing his darling down would quickly dissolve into a bitter feeling of having been betrayed, which would eventually turn to anger.

Don’t make Jade mad. You’ll regret it.

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general yandere headcanons - wanderer

wanderer - genshin impact

warnings: general yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of physical and verbal abuse, mentions of murder (not darling), spoilers for the 3.3 archon quest

word count: 1888

what kind of yandere are they?

The yandere archetype that this man takes on really depends on the point in his life in which he meets his darling, I think.

Pre-Fatui Kabukimono would definitely be a very clingy yandere. He has a deep fear of being abandoned again like his mother abandoned him, so he would latch onto anybody who he cares for and refuse to let them go. He is desperate for affection of any kind, so it would be rather easy to make Kabukimono obsessed with you at this point in his life.

The Fatui Harbinger Scaramouche would lean more on the possessive side. Unlike the desperate boy known as Kabukimono, Scaramouche doesn’t put any trust in anybody anymore, due to the numerous betrayals that have hurt him in the past. If he gets attached to someone, Scaramouche would want everyone to know that they are his and his only. He would probably be a little controlling as well.

Scaramouche as a yandere is also most definitely sadistic. He wouldn’t do anything to severely injure or kill his darling (because what fun would it be if they died?), but he would definitely be one for physical punishment if his darling did anything wrong. He would probably find some kind of sadistic enjoyment in the punishments as well.

Finally, post-Fatui Wanderer would still be possessive, but in a less intense way than Scaramouche. The Wanderer may even allow his darling some small freedoms. However, he would still be very much paranoid about being left behind, which he likely wouldn’t admit unless you caught him in a very vulnerable state.

I feel like one thing that all the incarnations of this man share in common is jealousy. It doesn’t matter if you met him as Kabukimono, as Scaramouche, or as the Wanderer, he would still be extremely jealous of other people, especially other men. Scaramouche would be more mean about it, probably even physically harming his darling or the person who made him jealous if it got too bad. Kabukimono and the Wanderer may be less likely to practice physical harm, especially Kabukimono, but they would still get jealous. I can imagine Kabukimono outputting his jealousy as verbal abuse, while the Wanderer would likely bottle it up and avoid his darling for a while until they either figured out what was going on and confronted him, or his emotions died down somewhat.

how do they treat their darling?

Kabukimono would treat his darling as the one thing keeping him from crashing down, which is partially true. This boy has been hurt so much and he isn’t very used to living by himself, so he can easily break down when there is nobody close to him. However, due to his desperation for connection, he blows this out of proportion, which leads to his extremely clingy nature.

Like I mentioned above, Scaramouche would be controlling of his darling’s actions, because he believes that if he keeps them on a tight leash, it will lessen the chance of them abandoning him. Physical punishment would probably happen often. The thing I can imagine him doing the most is shocking his darling with his Electro powers. He might also leave bite marks and/or bruises on his darling to show his possession over them.

I also feel like Scaramouche would expect his darling to worship him, especially after he undergoes the process that turns him into Shouki no Kami. He likely wouldn’t worship his darling very much, but it is clear that he cares about them in some twisted form.

The Wanderer is… an interesting case. Now that he is finally free from Dottore’s manipulations and can decide his own fate, the Wanderer would be much more forgiving than Scaramouche. He now understands the importance of freedom, and as I mentioned earlier, he would likely give his darling some small freedoms, like going out on their own ever so often.

However, that being said, the Wanderer still has a strong obsession with his darling. That means that his possessiveness and jealousy are not gone. Even so, he would deal with it in a somewhat healthier way. Unlike Scaramouche, who would regularly physically abuse his darling, the Wanderer would probably not resort to violence unless his darling did something that really made him snap. That being said, physical violence towards his darling may be off the table, but violence towards others… not so much.

I can see the Wanderer being a feral cat (especially because the 3.3 fairytale literally represented him as a cat). He’s untrusting of pretty much everyone, but for those who have managed to get close to him, he clings onto desperately and fiercely protects them. If anyone were to hurt or try to take away his darling, the Wanderer would lash out. He’d resemble his Fatui self within those moments.

In terms of kidnapping, Scaramouche probably would kidnap his darling, but how fast he does so depends on how much they stretch his patience. Kabukimono and the Wanderer likely wouldn’t, the former because he wouldn’t quite have the means to do so, and the latter because he understands the concept of freedom better than he ever did.

what kind of person would they obsess over?

No matter if it’s Kabukimono, Scaramouche, or the Wanderer, this man would probably obsess over someone who is very kind and selfless.

Kabukimono would obsess over a person because they may show him some sort of kindness. No matter how trivial that kindness would be, Kabukimono would become fixated on it and eventually develop an emotional attachment to that person. This boy hasn’t really been shown much kindness in his life, so I think he would take anything he can get.

Scaramouche would probably still yearn to receive kindness from others deep down in his twisted self. However, he would bury this feeling, and convince himself that he obsesses over his darling because of the satisfaction that comes with possessing and breaking the spirit of someone so benevolent.

I imagine the Wanderer being more open about his feelings than Scaramouche, but he would still probably not admit to anyone that he genuinely admires his darling’s kindness. Though, it would come out in his most vulnerable moments, in the dead of night while his darling is sleeping, and nobody else is around them… The Wanderer would absolutely be the type to watch them sleep, and he would do it with a fond smile on his face.

Another type of person that I think could attract him is a person with a fiery streak. I think this goes especially for Scaramouche and the Wanderer, and a little less for Kabukimono.

Scaramouche would take a lot of sadistic pleasure in tormenting his darling, and if his darling fights back, it just makes it all the more fun. It gives him a motivation to be more harsh with his treatment of them, which feeds into the aforementioned sadistic pleasure. Though there is a bit of a fine line here, because if his darling is too eager to fight back, then it would just annoy Scaramouche instead. He does want some sort of submission from his darling, so if they act defiant over every little thing, he definitely would not like that.

I think that the Wanderer would appreciate someone with a fiery and free-willed spirit. He admires their boldness a lot, but never admits it. He’d probably enjoy some light banter between him and his darling, since it makes his days more interesting, but like Scaramouche, there’s an upper limit to how much banter he can tolerate. Too much gets him irritated, and irritation is more likely to bring out violence in the Wanderer.

are they aware of their actions? how dangerous are they?

Kabukimono would be a rather delusional yandere, I think. At the same time, he likely wouldn’t realize that what he was doing is unhealthy. He just genuinely wants to be with his darling, why is that such a bad thing?

Scaramouche and the Wanderer are definitely quite lucid, though. They would both know that their actions and thoughts are unhealthy, but I don’t really think either of them would care. Scaramouche, especially. He would take pleasure in seeing his darling squirm because of his actions. This goes for the Wanderer too, but to a lesser extent.

In terms of danger, Scaramouche is definitely the most dangerous incarnation of this man. The Harbinger is dangerous both towards others and towards his darling. If someone tried to come between him and his darling, Scaramouche is definitely not below killing them. Conversely, although he wouldn’t kill his darling, the physical abuse and isolation are enough to pose a danger to their well-being.

The Wanderer probably ranks second in terms of danger, moreso towards others than toward his darling. I’m not convinced that he would jump to killing someone if they interfered like he would have done as Scaramouche, but that person definitely isn’t getting away without a beating.

Kabukimono isn’t very dangerous. Although his obsession would develop much quicker than Scaramouche or the Wanderer, Kabukimono makes up for this by being the least likely to resort to abuse and murder.

what is their most dangerous trait? how far would they have to be pushed to bring it out?

One word: persistence. Kabukimono/Scaramouche/Wanderer would go to any lengths to keep his darling with him. He’d go to the ends of the earth to find them, and he’d tear up anything in his way if need be.

Scaramouche is definitely the one to be most afraid of here. He has so much influence in the Fatui that he can use to find his darling should they ever escape. Unlike the other Harbingers, he doesn’t care much for the Tsaritsa, so I can also see him ignoring any orders from her if his focus is on finding his escaped darling.

Speaking of escape, that’d be the thing that triggers his intense persistence. If his darling ever succeeded in leaving him (somehow), he would go absolutely crazy. Like I already mentioned, Scaramouche would use the Fatui to find them.

On the other hand, Kabukimono and the Wanderer don’t have many connections that they can use to find their darling, so they’d have to do it themselves. This is really not much of an issue for the Wanderer, since he has his Vision to aid him if the need for combat arises.

However, in Kabukimono’s case, he really doesn’t have much going for him to help with the search, other than his friends on Tatarasuna. While they may help him at first, they would likely tell him to give up if they absolutely couldn’t find his darling. But he would search for his darling anyway, even if it left him hungry, sick, or injured. He’s that desperate. I do think there is a point where Kabukimono would give up, but it’d be when the pain of being left behind becomes so intense that it’s soul-crushing. So… not anytime soon after his darling’s disappearance.

Overall, this man’s persistence is nothing to be laughed at. If he puts his mind to it, he will find his darling again, no matter the consequences, and drag them back to him even if they are kicking and screaming the whole way. Do not underestimate him.

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doll house

yandere!sasori x reader

warnings: general yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, stalking, breaking and entering, kidnapping, modern au

word count: 3010

When the first doll arrived, you were confused.

That day, you’d just arrived home, tired from your long shift at the cafe. Since a coworker of yours had been sick that day, you’d had to take their morning shift in addition to your afternoon shift, which left you exhausted. At least the pay was worth it. Upon arriving at the front door of your apartment, you were confused to find a package sitting on the mat outside the door. ‘I didn’t order anything… What is this?’ you thought, picking up the package and bringing it inside, mostly out of curiosity than anything.

After putting your things down and changing out of your work clothes, you returned to the package that you’d left in the kitchen, grabbing a knife to carefully open it. You didn’t really know what exactly you expected to find in the box, but a doll was definitely not the first thing you’d have guessed at all. Gingerly, you reached into the box and wrapped your hands around the doll, lifting it out slowly. It was a very beautiful doll, a handmade one depicting a little girl with a red dress and cute blond curls. You could tell, even with your very limited knowledge of craftsmanship, that the doll was made with utmost care. You inspected the doll carefully, looking for anything suspicious attached to it, but found that it was just a normal doll.

Glancing back into the box, you saw that there was also a piece of paper inside. Setting the doll down on the counter, you took out the piece of paper and flipped it over. There was a message written on the flip side. “I hope you like this gift… Sincerely, your admirer?” you read out loud, then commented to yourself, “Never thought I would have a secret admirer.” You paused after having said that. On second thought, it was really unlikely that you’d have a secret admirer, especially one that sends a handmade doll as a gift. The scenario was so unlikely that you figured the box was probably delivered to the wrong person! Maybe they’d meant to leave it on one of your neighbour’s doorsteps, and gotten the apartments mixed up?

You nodded to yourself, confident that you’d come to the correct conclusion. Therefore, you gently placed the doll and the note back into the box, then got some tape from a cupboard in the living room to seal the box shut again. Once you’d finished that, you brought the box back outside and left it on your doorstep, nearby where you’d originally found it. With that, you reentered your house and went to bed, tired after a long day.

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When the second doll arrived, you were surprised.

It had arrived in a similar fashion as the last one, in a plain white package with nothing on the outside except some tape sealing it closed. The new box was sitting on top of the other box that had been sent earlier, which had sat outside your apartment for the entirety of the previous week. You picked it up and brought it inside the house, tossing your bag down by the floor near the door and going to the kitchen. Upon opening the box, you took out another doll. This one was of another girl with blond hair, except she was wearing a baker’s outfit and she looked older than the previous doll you’d received.

This doll had come with a note as well, just like the last one. It read, “I’d like to think that this one is the other doll’s older sister. She works hard in their family’s bakery to support her. I hope that you continue to appreciate these gifts. Sincerely, your admirer.” Just like with the last one, you turned the doll around in your hands a few times to see if it had anything strange attached to it, but it didn’t. It was just a doll.

You hummed to yourself, saying, “Hmm… It’s not very likely that the sender mixed up the apartment numbers again, especially because I left the first one out for them to take back if it was sent to me by accident. So, that means… They’re really meant for me? I have a secret admirer?” Of course, since you were the only one in the house, there was nobody to actually answer your questions. Eventually, after a short silence, you giggled to yourself and continued, “Well, it’s certainly odd that this secret admirer is sending me dolls instead of flowers or chocolate… but it’s also kinda cute, I suppose. Hehe.”

Smiling happily, you took both dolls out of the boxes they had been in and went to the living room, placing both dolls on your bookshelf. Once they were next to each other, you could really see the resemblance in their faces. “They are sisters, after all,” you mused to yourself, looking at the dolls fondly for another moment before returning to the kitchen to dispose of the boxes. You kept the notes, though. The notes were too nice to throw out. You ended up putting them in your desk drawer.

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During the next few weeks, you had been receiving dolls every so often, each of them coming with a note from your mysterious admirer. Each of the dolls seemed to come in pairs: aside from the sisters that you’d first received, there was also a princess and her knight (the knight apparently crushed on the princess, according to the accompanying note); a pair of childhood friends who had been together since kindergarten (they looked sad because they’d just fought, apparently); and a mother and her child (who, as the note told you, were trying their best despite losing the child’s father).

You loved the gifts dearly. Even though you didn’t know who was sending them, the careful, handmade craftsmanship and the adorable stories told to you through the notes really made you look forward to seeing the boxes sitting on your doorstep. The mysterious identity of your secret admirer was something that always remained at the back of your mind. You didn’t know anyone who made dolls, other than your coworker’s little brother. Eventually, you decided to ask her about it.

“What? You want to know if Kankuro has been making dolls to send to someone recently?” your coworker, Temari, repeated in confusion. You nodded, explaining, “These past few weeks, I’ve been getting handmade dolls from someone who calls themself my admirer. I tried to think of someone I know who has an interest in dolls, and I thought about Kankuro.” Humming, Temari put a finger to her chin in thought and replied, “I don’t think he’s been doing anything like that. Also, he’s more interested in puppets, the kind that you can use in shows. I’m not sure if he’s ever made a doll that’s meant to be on display. Though he is kind of a dollmaking fanboy… Maybe if you show him one of the dolls, he’ll be able to recognize the craftsmanship?”

Once Temari had finished speaking, you were silent for a few moments as you thought over her proposition. There was a part of you that wanted to keep the dolls to yourself, as a little secret between you and your admirer. At the same time, you did really want to know who was sending you the dolls. You weren’t really sure if it was out of a desire to satiate your curiosity, or if it was because you wanted to meet your admirer and get to know them. They seemed like an interesting person, based on their clear passion for art that was conveyed through the dolls and accompanying letters. Reaching a decision, you looked at Temari and nodded, saying, “Yeah, I’d like to show one to him.” She grinned and responded, “Great! I’ll ask him to come to the cafe tomorrow. It’s your day off, so I’m assuming you’re free.”

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The next day, you returned to the cafe that you worked at, but this time as a customer. In your hands was a bag, which had the first doll you’d received safely tucked away inside it. Temari waved you over when you entered and pointed you to where her brother, Kankuro, was sitting. Approaching the table, you smiled and greeted, “Kankuro, right? It’s nice to meet you. I’m your sister’s friend.” Kankuro turned his attention to you and answered, “Oh, hey! Nice to meet you too. Temari told me you wanted to chat about dolls! I’m always happy to.”

After sitting down across from him, you told him about how you’d been receiving the dolls. Then, you carefully took the doll you’d brought out of the bag it had been in, handing it to Kankuro. He gingerly took it from you, as if he knew how much it was worth. “This doll… It’s a masterpiece! I’ve never seen anything like it!” Kankuro marvelled, gently turning the doll in his hands to be able to see it from all angles. He examined it for a bit, then turned back to you. “This has got to be made by a master of the craft,” Kankuro began, “It’s perfect, down to every little detail!” You smiled at his enthusiasm, and politely asked, “So do you know who made it?”

If your interruption of his rant phased him at all, Kankuro didn’t show it. Setting the doll down on the table, he replied, “Unfortunately, I can’t tell.” Your excited expression morphed into one of confusion, before you asked, “You can’t tell? Why?” Kankuro placed a finger to his chin thoughtfully, a habit that you noticed he shared with Temari. “See, the thing is, most puppet makers and dollmakers put a sort of sign somewhere on their creations. The signs are unique to them. It essentially tells the identity of the maker to the person seeing the doll, kind of like a signature. I don’t see anything like that on these dolls. Sure, the craftsmanship does resemble a dollmaker that I’m familiar with, but if it doesn’t have his symbol on it, it’s probably not his,” Kankuro explained, watching you as you listened carefully.

“Who’s the dollmaker that you mentioned? The one you’re familiar with,” you questioned, determined to get some sort of hint. Kankuro grinned and replied, “Interested? You should be! The craftsmanship of this doll looks kind of similar to those made by Akasuna Sasori, a famous dollmaker. But Sasori-sensei always puts a mark on his works. The mark looks like this.” Taking out his phone, Kankuro searched something up and turned the screen towards you. On the screen, you saw a picture of a puppet that had a symbol on its shoulder. The symbol was red in colour, and consisted of a scorpion surrounded by a diamond. ‘Well, that makes sense. Sasori does mean ‘scorpion’, after all,’ you thought.

You stayed in the cafe for another hour or so. Kankuro showed you some pictures of puppets and dolls made by Akasuna Sasori. Even though you knew next to nothing about the art of dollmaking, you had to admit that the craftsmanship on each and every work that Kankuro showed you was nothing short of amazing. Now that he’d gotten you hooked on the topic, Kankuro told you all he knew about the mysterious dollmaker. Apparently nobody knew what Akasuna Sasori actually looked like, as he never made a physical appearance at any art shows or theater performances that his works were featured in. It just made you all the more interested. Was your admirer Akasuna Sasori, or were they someone who just admired the famous puppet maker and tried to imitate his craft?

Before leaving the cafe, you exchanged phone numbers with Kankuro. He was a little strange, thanks to his fanboy-ish interest in puppets, but he was interesting to talk to. On the way out, you sent a wave to Temari, who waved back at you with a bright grin. You turned back to the door after that, and bumped right into another person. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry, are you alright?” you asked hurriedly. The person you’d bumped into was a young man who sported red hair and half-lidded brown eyes. “I’m fine,” he replied. His tone sounded completely apathetic, but there was an odd sparkle in his eyes that you couldn’t quite describe. You hadn’t noticed that you dropped the bag with the doll in it until the red haired man handed it to you. “Oh… Thank you,” you said, taking the bag from him and checking to make sure that the doll wasn’t damaged. He simply nodded, sending you a small smile before exiting the cafe.

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A few more weeks had passed since your conversation with Kankuro. The dolls kept coming, each of them seeming more detailed than the last. They still came in pairs and had stories attached to each of them, which were told to you by your mystery admirer through the notes that were always found at the bottom of each box. Recently, a lot of the stories were about lovers, most of them being unrequited love stories. You began to get a little uncomfortable with how clearly your admirer described the obsessive admiration that the dolls held for each other, but ultimately paid it no mind.

That day, you had returned from another long shift at work, expecting to see another box in front of your apartment door. There wasn’t one. A bit disappointed, you unlocked the door, not noticing how easily the lock had turned, as if the door had already been unlocked. Dropping your bag by the door, you entered your apartment. Suddenly, you noticed something on the coffee table in front of your bookshelf that definitely hadn’t been there before. A plain white box with no outside decoration, only some tape sealing it shut.

Your blood ran cold. A part of you told yourself that you shouldn’t open the box, that you should just call Temari or Kankuro, or maybe even the police. However, your curiosity overpowered your rational side. You were about to go to the kitchen to retrieve a knife to open the box with, but you suddenly noticed that there was already a knife set out on the table, right next to the package. Slowly, you approached the package, your shaky hands cutting the tape away and opening the lid.

Inside the box, there were two dolls. This fact was already unusual, as although the dolls were all paired sets, they had actually all arrived separately from one another. You lifted one of the dolls from the box. It was a male doll who had red hair and brown eyes, wearing a simple outfit. A shiver ran down your spine as you set it down and reached for the other one. Once it was out of the box, you gasped and dropped it, the doll unceremoniously hitting the table and landing next to the other one.

The second doll looked exactly like you.

As the surprise ebbed away into cold dread, you picked up the doll that shared your countenance, examining it. All the details on it were nothing short of perfect, down to the beauty marks that you had on your skin. It was even wearing a replica of your favourite outfit. You set the doll back down next to the red haired one, which looked strangely familiar to you. There was a note in the box, as usual. Even though you really didn’t want to know what was written on it, you took it out anyway, as if your body was being controlled by a puppet master.

“Dear my beloved,

I’m glad that you have been enjoying my gifts this much. It’s cute, the way that you set them out on display in the main room of your apartment. Clearly, with how you treasure the gifts that I made for you, you must regard me with the same admiration that I do you. So I thought I’d make dolls for you in our likeness. I don’t think I need to explain the story behind them. You’ll be experiencing it firsthand soon enough.

See you soon.

Sincerely, your admirer”

Once you’d finished reading the note, your wide eyes glanced back to the two dolls on the table. It was then that you realized that both of them had a red mark on their shoulder. A scorpion surrounded by a diamond. You took a step back from the table, only to have your back hit something. A pair of hands descended onto your shoulders as you felt someone’s warm breath fan your ear. “Hello, my beloved. Do you like my gift?” came a voice from behind you, one that sounded almost apathetic if you ignored the lovesick undertone to it.

You whirled around suddenly, connecting eyes with the man in front of you. A red haired man with brown eyes. The man you’d bumped into at the cafe after meeting Kankuro. The man who looked exactly like the doll that had come with your lookalike. Akasuna Sasori.

Opening your mouth, you were about to say something, maybe to scream for help or something like that. However, Sasori bent forward and put a hand to your mouth, his other arm circling your body and settling on your waist. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t struggle. It’ll make things easier for both of us,” he told you, “Let’s go home. To start our story together.”

Sasori took his hand off your mouth, but before any sound could come out of it, he swiftly extracted a cloth from his pocket and shoved that over your mouth instead. You coughed against the cloth, a strange smell entering your nose before you started to feel faint. As your vision faded, all you could see were Sasori’s brown eyes staring down at you, holding the same odd sparkle in them that you had seen when you’d bumped into him at the cafe. You knew how to describe that sparkle now.

It was a sparkle of obsession.

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