#I love yandere and I cannot lie yo!

[ceruleancattail]

There has been a shocking✨ amount of yandere requests (0) so I’ve taken the liberty to write something for myself. MWAHAHAH-

Mine

Yandere Leona x reader

Tw: blood, mockery

Pressing bits of cotton into your right shoulder was not how you expected your weekend to go. It stung, fur brushing against your wound. Large, gaping holes bitten into your shoulder, bleeding a dark crimson. The liquid flowed into the cotton balls, blooming into ghastly flowers of red.

It’s been some time, yet the bleeding showed no sign of stopping. All you could do was press harder, trying your best not to wince. The pain bit at your shoulder, making your nerves screech shrilly at the contact.

The bed shifted, dipping behind you . You felt your rear shift, leaning back into something warm. A hand covered yours, warmth engulfing your fingers. A sigh, before a chin pressed into your left shoulder. Locks of brown cascaded down your shoulder, much like the raging waters of a waterfall.

A pair of emerald eyes met your own, a scar marking one of them. They stare at you, unblinking. A king’s gaze, waiting for their subject to speak.

You hold his gaze for a moment, before your head dips down. Hesitant, your lips tremble, before you force them open.

“Did you have to bite me?”

A grunt, before his arm snakes its way around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest. Close enough for you to feel his heart beating into your chest. A steady rhythm,perhaps an attempt on his part to lull you into a calmer state. Leona held you like someone who held a small, frightened animal.

It did little to ease your nerves.

Small, frightened animal… This could be used to describe a pet, or Leona’s Prey.

Based on the way he had no qualms about sinking his fangs deep into your shoulder, there wasn’t really a difference in the two.

“What about it?” A curt response, spoken in a lazy drawl.

“The bleeding isn’t stopping.”

Another sigh, before he poked at your hand. Leona’s hand took your place on the cotton, pressing it down. His mouth slipped onto your neck, pressing a kiss into it.

“Good. It’ll leave a scar.”

“I don’t want one.”

A growl, rumbling from the depth of his throat, vibrating against your skin. A warning, the thunder before the storm. You clammed up, pressing your lips together. Not another word.

“Yeah, sure you don’t. I can smell the stink of all your buddies on your body. It reeks. What are you, so easy that any guy will do?”

You remained silent. Times like this, it was easier to let Leona keep talking. Let him get all the frustration out of his system.

That was before a white hot flash streaked across your eyes. Pain. Blinding pain. Your shoulder screamed in protest as Leona dug his fingers into it, nails dislodging flesh, opening the wound anew.

Yelping, you try to move. Flee, run anywhere.

Anywhere but here.

His grip tightened around your waist, holding you in place. A chuckle, as dark as the night. You didn’t have to turn around. You knew he was smirking. Amused at your attempts to escape.

Where were you going to run?

Everywhere the light touches belongs to him.

You can’t escape from the king of the savanna himself.

Not when he’s so blatantly marked you as his, after all.

[bored-storyteller]

Hi! Could I request a yandere sinbad with a shy shapeshifter reader? Like, she’s been escaping from him ever since before he was a king, and one day he just notices that one of Aladdin’s friends has a pair of too familiar eyes. It’s totally okay if you don’t want to write him as yandere!

This isn't exactly yandere (I think), I can't write about a truly yandere Sinbad, but still I didn't want to completely discard your idea, dear Anon. Your idea can certainly be recovered by better writers than me! Hope you still can appreciate the effort anyway.

 

10- Magi: The labyrinth of magic- Manipulative!Sinbad x shapeshifter!Reader

You can't lie to me

You have always been good at hiding, by nature. Like a chameleon that blends in with the environment, you did it with society. You could hardly be yourself. You were an actor, a magnificent actor who knew how to get a place in the world scenario whenever you needed it, without actually being involved and without really having to enter into relationships with anyone .

Your appearance was almost never yours, it changed according to your need and rarely someone lingered to look at you for too long. After all, every shape you took was yours.

However, for some time now you no longer need to hide yourself, since you met a lively boy who is however strong as a lion. You are relaxed with Aladdin and his friends, you feel protected and it seems that nothing can hurt you.

This happens until your eyes meet with a magnificent golden gaze. Too magnificent and too familiar.

Yet you cannot remain calm; you fear that your faster heartbeat has reached his ears or that he has noticed your little gasp. But Sinbad simply turns to Aladdin and Alibaba, asking who you are in a calm and gentle voice - so gentle -

"Y / n!"

Little Magi happily replies, and your blood freezes.

Thank goodness you never revealed your real name to Sinbad, but you were about to do it once. When your eyes were nothing but for him, when his enchanting being was chaining you too tightly.

He smiles at you, what a beautiful innocent smile. He doesn't seem to suspect, maybe he doesn't remember you - are you happy or sad? -

His closest friends apparently are still by his side, good people, perhaps. How much do they know about their beloved king?

He has changed, he has grown, he is more man than when you were with him -you have changed too, you always change-.

Maybe you have to forget, pretend that nothing ever happened, erase his sweetest and hardest words from your memory. Pretend that the dark part that hides inside him, behind the sun of his eyes, does not exist. You simply have to maintain a diplomatic appearance and avoid getting involved with him. He will never know who you are.

This you imposed yourself and this works. Over time it seems that the situation is simplified, the palace also becomes a pleasant place, if you ignore the owner.

Relationships with him are rare, fast and above all cold. Stupendously cold.

Sighs of relief, while you watch the beautiful of Sindria, leaning against the magnificent parapet. The sunset is gorgeous, it burns like fire, passionate and warm, loving but strong.

You close your eyes and put all your weight on the windowsill. Maybe you can relax, maybe ...

"Where have you been all this time?"

Your eyelids jerk up, panic falls on you like a bucket of water. Your instinct is to get up, but a heavier body blocks yours.

You turn your head only to meet a sun-colored gaze on fire.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

You said it too fast and too loud. It's a too fake phrase. You know you can't really lie to him, and you know it too well, you hate yourself for it.

"Don't lie, you can't do it with me."

His weight crushes your chest against the marble, his breath caresses your neck as it did long ago.

You close your eyes tightly. You have to react, you have to find a way to free yourself, you can't give in to him again. You are stronger, you have become strong, you know how to be in the world and you know how much you are worth without him.

"You are not a hero."

You say it as if the truth of the world existed in those words. He doesn't answer, he just gets up from you and you can finally breathe, but your wrists are still tight in his hands and his chest is against your back.

"I am, I am for everyone here."

"Not my hero."

You almost spit on the ground. Those arms have become so strong, anyone would have liked to be between them, you can't help but think about it. If only they were a safe haven for you ...

"I am. Don't pretend not. How did you survive without me? "

You stand before him, because he wanted it. He still squeezes you, strong, he does not let you run away, and for some reason your body does not impose itself.

Grit your teeth. Don't give in!

"I've been alive since I've been without you."

“Oh don't pretend you're strong. You're a naive puppy who thought I wouldn't recognize you right? "

His hand rises slowly, while the other arm still squeezes your waist.

His fingers rest on your cheek, sweet, delicate, protective. His gestures enchant you because he knows how to enchant people.

“I would always recognize you, you know, your soul is always in your eyes, no matter who you are at that moment. And I really know your soul. "

As if you were struck by lightning, you try to detach yourself from him, without success. You missed his caresses, but you hate them, you hate them with all of yourself.

You have to get away from him as soon as possible, before he takes you again.

"Stop rebelling, I just want to protect you, you know."

His voice is warm and firm, you feel a shiver down my spine and you don't know if it is terror or pleasure. But he's actually insulting you, and you know it.

"Protect me from what ?! From the world that can't love me ?! From the world that will kill me ?! It's not like that, the world is so beautiful out there! The world ... the only mistake are yo- "

"Don't be fooled, the world is too cruel to love you."

He didn't let you finish. He is so calm, while you no longer feel the air in your lungs and your eyes burn with tears.

It is still you, crushed his splendor, as it once was.

"I am the only one who loves you, because I'm the only one who knows your splendor."

You can't answer. If you did he would hear the crying in your voice and you don't want to, so you just shake your head, strong, so strong that you could break your neck.

Sinbad smiles sweetly, so sweetly that he could kill you instantly just by looking at him.

He still leans over you and gently rests his lips on your cheek. It is a long and reassuring kiss - too reassuring - that petrifies you.

 "Don't worry Y/n, or whatever your name is, I'll change your mind."

-End-