#Non-binary yandere

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

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Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

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Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

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Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

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[thewritingfairy]

↪ 0.17 The start of a never ending fight

PREV PART trigger warnings: (semi) violence, talks about wanting to die, illnesses, (past, kinda) medical + physical + emotional neglect, DRUGGING SIDE EFFECTS, anger, (light) infantilzation, tell me if I missed any! main m.list    series m.list    good ending m.list

Something is wrong, terribly wrong. You went home to confront Dick and Jason yet here you are in your bed unable to move without your sight disappearing and you basically passing out. Perhaps you should have listened to Francis, perhaps you should have gone to the hospital with them like the ambulance worker suggested. Perhaps you should have listened to your supervisor and calm down before you stormed over there.

But it doesn’t matter, you can’t change your choice.

You just need to get Duke here, perhaps he can get Alfred and Bruce of your back. Because if you hear your sperm donor tell you another bed-time story you will join your mother sooner then later. You don’t know why but you feel as if something is wrong with medication, as if the pills might be expired even though the date on them says otherwise. The American health care system isn’t known for their transparency and ethical bounds, so you wouldn’t be surprised if the company that made your medication cut corners.

There is no way Bruce messed with them right? He wouldn’t have done that… Not when he is Batman ‘protector of the weak, the dark knight’. That would be going against his moral code, right? Especially when the chemical reaction of a drug with another drug could easily kill you, your sperm donor isn’t that reckless… Right?

But then again, all of his robins started at a young age, he didn’t take you the hospital when Jason had beaten the shit out of you and he ignored how long it took for you to finally walk properly. He had refused to send you to a physical therapist that isn’t Alfred, too terrified of your injuries being reported and then his secret would have been exposed. But not the secret of how neglectful he truly was, he doesn’t really care about that one. He knows he can buy off any journalist that would even think about spreading the truth such fake news. No, even then he cared more about Batman than you.

You can’t count on Bruce having morals when he never had chosen the right path in his life as Bruce Wayne, all he has ever done as a Wayne was put up a mask and harm those around him.

You can’t trust him. Even if you know that you are being paranoid, you just can’t shake the feeling of something sinister hiding behind his eyes.

The same sinister look that you had seen on Alfred’s face so often that you no longer tensed up when you saw it. But on Bruce’s face it feels even more dangerous, it sends your whole nervous system in overdrive. But you can’t tense up, you can’t show a sign of your pain increasing because that would trigger Bruce to start coddling you.

Even more then he has already been doing.

You don’t know how late it is, but you feel as if you have been in your room for longer than a day. But you can’t read your digital clock and pulling out your burner phone would fuck up your line of communication with your friends for when you can see.

“What day is it?” you ask Bruce, swallowing your pride as you cringe at how your voice sounds. It sounds high and hoarse at the same time, it sounds painful to talk and it is. It is as if the vibrations of your voice is enhancing your headache, enhancing your pain. You know it hasn’t, it can’t be, not when you know every pain trigger and every movement that can enhance your pain as if you had gotten a guidebook when you became ill. No this has to be induced, or your illness has gotten worse.

If it did, you just hope it will finish the job.

Bruce doesn’t answer, of course he doesn’t. “Don’t worry about that,” he whispered, brushing some of your hair out of your face. “do you want to take a bath? You have been sweating quite a lot.”

You can’t believe this, but you do want to take bath. Not just to wash the sweat of you but to also get the fuck away from this man and use your burner phone. “Yes,” you say as you push yourself up, ignoring how the world spins around you and most importantly ignoring the look of pity Bruce send your way. “get out.”

Bruce scoffs; “You are not taking a bath alone, you could drown.”

You laugh, pretending to wipe away a fake tear in amusement. “I didn’t know you had humour old man,” you say, trying to look as casual as you can. “but I am taking a bath alone. I am almost an adult, I do not need daddy dearest to watch over me as I clean myself.”

“Do you want Duke to help you wash up?” He asks, clenching his hands onto the book he’s holding. He’s almost tearing the pages, he’s clearly jealous.

“No,” you spat out, rolling your eyes. “I don’t want anyone helping me bathe, you see I like this thing called privacy.”

This time Bruce laughs as you have just said the funniest thing alive. “You are lucky that you even have a door,” he hisses, his eyes narrowing but you just glare back even if you are unsure of where to look. Your mama didn’t raise someone who would just back off the second a confrontation got hard, no she raised you to be a fighter and if you have to fight you will. “you should be happy that I didn’t move you into my own room or the living room where you can be watched at all times!”

You don’t care about what Bruce things, so you push yourself off your bed as you attempt to make your expression passive. Truly, you would think you would have perfected a poker face after being ill for so many years. After hiding all you have been through, but to Bruce you look like Dick attempting to intimidate his scowl for the first time. He just can’t seem to find it threatening, even when he sees your mother’s face in yours.

“You have no say over how I should feel,” you hiss, stepping closer to him as Bruce stands up from the chair he has been sitting on. You ignore how your heart starts pounding louder when he grabs your arms hard enough to Bruce, hard enough to increase your pain. “especially when you continuously hurt me, even now.”

NEXT PART is my writing block decreasing a bit? Seems so :D

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[kujiba]

★MAY THE LAND CONCEAL YOU, DEAR GRACE

PART ONE/ PART TWO / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX

୨୧ — ꒰ gn!reader | they/them prounouns | Sagau | cultish behavior

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n: yay! We're finally getting into the very first arc. I might start a new series but eh, who knows. Anyway enjoy reading

୨୧ — ꒰[Tags] @resident-cryptid

YOUR EYES COULDN'T BELIEVE IT - delicate and soft footsteps walked in the cobble flooring of the prestige city; (e/c) eyes glimmer around the stalls and towering buildings. Mondstadt definitely lives up to its titled name as the land of freedom, for every step you take, every second that passes by is surely not a quiet one infact.

One of your destined dreams turning into real life felt like bliss - you couldn't help but feel ecstatic on what the future lies ahead for you in the unordinary situation you find yourself in.

Yet.. Even for such a joyful moment, why do you feel entrapped and suffocated? You could feel eyes digging deep onto your back as it only doubled to your discomfort. You weren't supposed to feel like this, you're living your dream yet what is with this abnormal reaction? Paranoid with yourself, you quickly fled to a nearby alleyway to arrange your thoughts.

In there, you took control of your breathing, the surroundings around you begun to turn disoriented. You shook your head in disagreement "No...I must just be having a headache from the crowds" you mumbled to yourself, rubbing the sides of your head - you then continued your way in the city of Mondstadt after having calmed your thoughts and body down.

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Later on, you found yourself sitting down on one of the chairs in a food hub called "Good Hunter". You were well aware of what this place is - infact, you felt like you've done this thousands of times even if you just played through a screen.

You didn't quite expect that feeling of yours earlier, expectations didn't reach what you had thought would lead to. You were supposed to be happily strolling around mondstadt - so why are you just sitting here rearranging your thoughts again? "Agh...I'll just sit here for a bit, yeah that's alright.." Mumbling those words to yourself, you took a deep breath to calm your body down.

Eventually after about 10 minutes of sitting, you heard a small grumble from your stomach. 'Ah right, Im starving..' you suppress to yourself; sure you ate some (alot) sunsettia's earlier but that didn't seem to satisfy your stomach. Fortunately for you, the place you were resting at was a food hub!. Standing up from your seat, you made your way up to the counter to order some cuisine for that grumbling tummy of yours.

"Welcome To Good Hunter. Can I take your order?" A brunette lady with a neatly tied up ponytail on the other side of the counter question's. Her eye's lingered on the out line's of your body, taking in every detail and curve. "Uh....can I have uh.." Your voice trailed off, thinking of something to order from the menu. Until, you remembered one thing you'd always cook for your character's in game. "May I have one Sweet Madame please?" You asked, giving her a small smile.

The woman was dazed for a moment after you gave her a smile, seemingly gawking into your (e/c) pupils. It took a while till you cleared your throat "Ahem.. Is everything alright?" You questioned her, still keeping your smile but had a hint of concern.

"Oh! Uhm yes, one Sweet Madame. Please sit while I prepare your food" She hastily replied, quickly turning around she returned back to the counter furthermore fumbling around with some seasonings and kitchen knives.

You sat back down on your chair briefly leaning back on it whilst patiently awaiting for your food to arrive, your mouth just watered at the thought of eating it. And boy are you excited! Tasting many wonderful foods from your favorite games is just wonderful! A dream you wish to never leave this place...Until a realization hitted you like a truck.

You have no money here. Absolutely 0

A previous dream turned into a Nightmare; patting your pockets repeatedly you began to panic internally, you can't just take the food and dip! Well you actually can, but you definitely can't handle the consequences of it! No way you're going to already have a horrible situation just after you stepped inside the city.

So how the hell are you gonna pay without any mora!? The gods or whoever brought you here CLEARLY didn't gift you with any starter materials. You cursed In your head, thinking of ways to legally get out of the situation you were in. "Shit what do I do?! I can't just go 'oh I don't have any money because I'm from a different world and got transferred here. Heck no!" Your eyes scanned the surrounding area, looking for an idea or way to not make the situation any more complicated.

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A Honey-roasted fowl sat on your wooden table. The honey and sweet flowers come together to compliment the tender fowl meat. It's aroma as delicate and delicious as it looks. As of in the game it can restore 22% of Max HP and an additional 1,200 HP to the selected character.

A brunette maid stood by your side, a bill on her hands. Her expression looked rather concerned about you "Uhm.. Are you alright?" She asked examining your face. All that showed on you was defeat, like you've just got jumped by the opps.

"Well.. Aha.. So it might seem crazy what i'm gonna say.." You nervously chuckled, not making eye contact with the brunette and only facing the ground. Your eyes failed to notice another brunette woman walking to your table, her appearance seems similar to somebody you've previously met just moments ago..

"Heya! Mind if I sit down with you?" She politely asked, soon noticing the maid next to you she smiled slowly "I got it cover boss, I'll have one Sweet Madame too please." the brunette then took some mora from her pocket and gave it to the server, pleased by the girls payment she returned back to her stall to make another sweet madame.

Silence crept around both of you; you of course knew who she was but was to afraid to strike up a conversation. "Oh damn... What should I do?.." you pondered, avoiding any necessary eye contact with the brunnete. For her, she seemed to be doing the exact opposite of you. Her hazel pupils gazed upon parts of your physique; She seemed to be admiring your frame which made it furthermore awkward.

Clearing your throat, the brunette immediately got back into reality and looked back at you with her eyes. You gave her a small smile "Uhm well, Thank you for paying for me miss.." "AMBER." She replied back, a bit delighted to tell you her name "It's really nothing. You seem to be passing by?" she question's, you answer by giving her a nod.

"Why yes, Mondstat is one of my dream places to visit" You weren't technically lying to her, outside the screen. You did want to try and live in mondstat, just imagining it felt like paradise for you.

Amber seemed ecstatic when you mentioned how mondstadt is your dream places to visit "Why don't I give you a tour later then (Name)?" She offered to you, you were mentally so happy she offered it to you. So without hesitating you answered in a heart beat "Of course!"

Wait. Did you ever give her your name? You probably did. You just forgot

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The world happiness couldn't even describe what you were feeling right now, by your side was THE Outrider Amber of genshin impact showing you around the city. The buildings were alot taller than you had thought, but the best part was being able to see the statue of Barbatos! You felt like you were going to pass out on how unreal it felt!

But alas the tour was coming to an end. Fortunately, Amber had suggested for you to go visit the KNIGHTS OF FAVONIUS; An order responsible for protecting Mondstadt and its belief of freedom. You were of course, very cheerful by her offer! So here were the two of you. Standing in the doors of the KNIGHTS OF FAVONIUS.

"Woah.. Is it really okay for a normal person like me inside here?" you questioned her, eyes gazing at the gigantic bronze door infront of you. Amber opened her mouth to giggle "Why of course! Everyone is welcome here. Come, I'll show you inside! " Quickly opening the two doors, the inside of the building was even finer than what you've had imagined.

Polished tiles surrounded the flooring, complimenting the small plants placed upon the sides of the doors for a more appealing and modern look. Trained knights standing firm and straight with a neutral expression on their face. Still, you could vaguely see them attempting to try and catch a glimpse of you, occasionally turning their eyes to take a better view of your appearance. You did not mind one bit, since you've understood that they just might be analyzing you if you are a possible threat.

"Come! I'll show you inside one of the rooms!" Amber ushered, taking your wrist gently with one of her hands and leading you to a door. Thrusting the doors open, the surrounding room were packed with layers and layers of books, seemingly to be endless opportunities of knowledge and experience.

As you began to look over the room, your (e/c) eyes laid upon a fairly tall woman with lime green eyes and long light brown tied in a side ponytail by a hair tie with a blue rose. Her outfit is largely many shades of purple. Just by the sight of her you could tell who she was already; LISA is a librarian who works in this library, and one of the few characters you achieve for free for unlocking more experience and leveling up in the game.

Her forest green eyes gazed around the room and stopped when she had spotted you, her expression seemed to be of slight suprise but nonetheless, she composed herself and began walking up to the two with her signature smile

"Why hello there cuties, what brings you here?" She question's, stopping in her tracks following with crossing her arms around her lower chest

Amber smiled gleefully, still taking a hold of your wrist with her hand and replying to Lisa "They're a passing traveler who wanted to adventure into the city! I offered to give them a tour and they gladly accepted!" Her answer holds alot of excitement and happiness.. So much so that she's gripping onto your wrist very tightly.

You soon grew uncomfortable by her grip on your wrist, but didn't want to ruin the two women's mood and vibe, so you kept it to yourself for now. It must be because she's exceedingly happy right?

Lisa lightly laughed at the brunettes excitement "Now, now.." She took hold of Amber's hand that was holding onto your wrist and pulled it apart, her eyes not breaking eye contact with Amber "Why don't you calm yourself down, Amber?" She says giving a closed eyed smile. Amber immediately realized her actions and turned to you "...Sorry, haha. I guess i let my emotions get the better of me, I promise you I won't let it happen again" Her previous dissapointed expression shifted to one that looked more relaxed.

"Oh! Right, you must not know her right?" Amber pointed her thumb to Lisa who was standing infront of the two, her smile still plastered on her face, she cleared out her throat "Don't worry, I'll introduce myself to this cutie..my name is Lisa Minci, the librarian of the knights of favonius, I hope we get along very well." her smile was off putting at first but you brushed it off.

"Nice to meet you Ms. Lisa! My name is (Name), I'll be very happy with my time in mondstat" You extended your hand to give Lisa a handshake, to your suprise Lisa without hesitating also took your hand for a handshake. Her eyes focused on the base of your hand whilst Amber stared at you two.

You laughed awkwardly. you and Lisa shaked hands a few times before parting ways for now, you felt an ominous aura behind you once you turned your back to leave the library. You for sure wasn't going back in there for a bit.

As the two of you walked in the halls of the Knights of favonius guild, Amber stopped infront of a door. "How about we go ahead and meet the grandmaster, Jean?" She said still having a gleeful energy. You nodded, seeing no harm in meeting her. The plot won't magically change right? In here your just an NPC and the main side characters always interact with NPC's and go on with their day. Nothing can go wrong, right?.

Amber opened the doors, a small creeking sound as it slowly began to open up. Inside the room where stacked with shelves of books, in there, the back center of the room had a women in blonde dressed formal sitting down on a chair with a fairly sized table. The table had stacks and stacks of papers seemingly to be endless.

Only when amber cleared her throat did the blonde notice the two people standing near the door, she quickly composed herself and looked directly at amber, you've noticed how the blonde has not even noticed you in the room yet (you're standing right besides amber wtf).

"Good morning to you, Amber. What brings you here?" The blonde woman asked, sitting upright on her chair while awaiting the brunettes answer "Good to see you, Acting Grandmaster JEAN!" Amber replied casually, "Meet (Name)!, they' were just passing by. We sure do get loads of visitors after the Traveler(AETHER) had left to go to Liyue huh?" The brunette smiled brightly, her hand infront of you faced flat.

Jean, if not for amber she would have never even noticed your presence in the room. You on the other hand had something else in mind, 'I wonder which traveler is the one they're talking about... I'm fine with either one of the twins'

You collectively thought to yourself, a smile on your face as you could barely wait! Just meeting the MC makes your stomach get butterflies. Jean seemed to be staring at you for quite a bit, but you had not noticed once since you were daydreaming in your head.

Jean cleared her throat which made you immediately snap back to reality, raising your head slightly you made eye contact with her ocean blue pupils, she didn't look like she was going to take her eyes off you anytime soon...

".. (Name), was it?" Jean asked, leaning on her desk. Without hesitating you nodded your head "Yes, that's me.. Is there anything you want to ask?" You asked her in an awkward tone, the vibe in the room had shifted significantly. You didn't like it one bit.

She locked her eyes onto yours and smiled "No... But let me ask you one thing" The blonde stood up from her seat and slowly walked in front of her table "Where did you come from exactly?" She asked, crossing her arms on her chest. Amber also was curious to know, her hazel eyes looking at you with curiosity.. But to you, it felt like two predators were piercing their eyes onto your every limb, you felt awkward, confused, and most off all. ANXIOUS

Just one word, one word that's even remotely suspicious and it's game over for you. But why did you feel panicked and anxious? The Traveler was also a other worlder, the characters stared at him/her with adoration and kindness. Why is it the opposite for you?

A feeling wrecked your inner self, INSTINCT. Instinct told you the moment you accidentally reveal your situation is the moment your doom will begin to tower over your shadow, devouring you whole for the mistake you had made. And only then, will you escape from the pain you've brought upon yourself.

"I.. I came from.." You were lost for words, you could just tell them you lived in liyue, sumeru, Fontaine or any other region in Teyvat. So why do they stare at you with such hostile and loathing looks? You gulped down your saliva and clutched your other wrist with your hand "I traveled here from liyue.. I like to visit other regions and find more of their culture and traditions"

Your voice sounded awkward, but it was the only words you could spew out in the moment. You could still feel their gaze observing your every move and twitch, they never took their eyes off you for a long while.

As silence filled the room, Jean and Amber looked at each other for a couples of seconds and nodded, Jeans gaze on you began to soften up "I see, well then. I welcome you to mondstadt, we will be more than happy to have you here" Jean casually said having her hand on her hip as amber gleefully clapped her hands.

"Welcome To mondstadt! I'll be sure to show you only the best." Amber talked to you with such excitement and happiness. You couldn't process what was happening, since the mood had shifted to normal again. You were only relieved to have your body and mind at peace again....

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INSTINCT is an inborn impulse or motivation to action typically performed in response to specific external stimulus, ADRENALINE is a hormone secreted by the adrenal glands, especially in conditions of stress, increasing rates of blood circulation, breathing, and carbohydrate metabolism and preparing muscles for exertion.

Two things a human body does when faced with a threat around their surroundings, the human body will begin to feel such things. You felt your body beginning to rush as your heart beat began to slowly get faster, something was definitely behind you.

You turned your head quickly, but only saw a pair of black gloves reaching out to grab your face, and before you know it, you were out on the floor. Your vision began to darken at a fast pace, as all you could only do is lay motionless on the cherry colored carpet.

Two silhouettes towered over you whilst you were on the ground, holding your arms and legs, they began to drag your body on the hard ground.

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(e/c) eyes slowly began fluttering open, your pupils beginning to open once again. "Ugh... Where am I.." you groaned. Your head was throbbing like crazy, giving you migraines that just added more into the pain. Your hand trailed up to the sides of your head and began to slowly massage it to ease up the aching.

After some seconds, you had fully composed your body. The room you were in was more darker and you could barely even tell what was in your surrounding areas, only feeling the cold flooring from below you.

You attempt to try and recall what had happened but it only furthered increase the aching. You could only sigh to yourself and lean your body back on the wall, in the room you were stuck in 'So this is how I'll be spending my time. Stuck in a dark and cold room, great. ' you thought to yourself, hugging your knees closer to your chest and body to be able to create warmth.

"Just my luck.. When things were just going great another misfortune happened" talking to yourself was the only thing keeping you entertained for now, as you begin to spiral deeper into your thoughts you started to wonder, Why did I get transported here?

In your life at earth you didn't make any shocking changes to the world like making cures or any of that. You were just some person who liked to play games...

Wait

Surely enough the gods or whoever transmitted you here would be benevolent enough to gift you some kind of system or powers right? If this was not just a coincidence you might as well treat your situation like a manwha.

Clearing your throat you quietly mumbled 'System'.....And to no suprise nothing worked. "Uhh... Abrakadabra? Arise? Info?" you tried words that could possibly trigger that non existing system that you are hanging on for dear life. Maybe because of the silence around you that makes you start to go delusional and crazy.

Countless tries yet none were working (Obviously) "Man.. I knew I should've eaten more food, I'm starting to go crazy at this point.. Seriously miss the noise around. It just seems like something had turned off the sound in settings"

You groggily lowered your head down accompanying with silent murmurs coming from your mouth. Unbeknownst to you, a glowing blue screen began appearing infront of you, as you began to lift your head your (e/c) eyes began to shrink from shock as a text was plastered right in front of you.

CHOOSE AN ELEMENT! : PYRO, CRYO, DENDRO, ELECTRO, HYDRO, GEO, ANEMO

"WAIT WHAT!?"

A/n: very sorry for the delay and how late the chapter is. Advance apologies if the chapter did not meet your expectations. School is a pain and taking most of my time.

Nonetheless Hope you enjoyed, please let me know if you want to get tagged in the next chapters.

[yandereforme]

Yan Jason x Joker’s Kid! Reader (Non-binary Reader)

You found out about your parentage when you were 16. Your mom, the woman who had raised you, had never indicated you weren’t her flesh and blood until that day.

Your mom had gone to school with Harley, and they had been close. They lost touch after a while, however, and didn’t see each other again until Harley was admitted to Arkham during her relationship with the Joker.

Harley hadn’t told anyone she was pregnant, and it was kept need to know. As far as most knew, she was being kept away from others due to illness.

When Harley gave birth, she asked your mom to raise you. Even though she was still somewhat blinded by her love for the Joker, she could still see that raising a kid with the Joker wasn’t a good idea.

Your mom was infertile, and had always wanted a kid. So, after that day, and after Harley was broken out of Arkham, your mom took you and left Arkham, only stopping to have a friend of hers forge papers making you her kid. Only five people knew about you, and her coworkers who helped deliver you died not long after, only leaving three to remember where you came from.

The reason your mom was telling you was because she had been diagnosed with an illness, and would require full time care in a facility, meaning you would have had to go into foster care, since your only ‘relative’ was your goon uncle, who would never be cleared to take care of you. She managed to sort out papers to emancipate you, but she knew that she couldn’t let you leave without his telling you the truth.

Fast forward to the Red Hood Era, you are a book shop owner, having inherited a building from your uncle when he died, and turned it into a bookshop, just on the edge of Crime Alley. You were known to offering homeless people jobs like delivering books or helping you stock shelves in exchange for food, money, clothes, and/or a place to sleep, depending on preference. Your good reputation with the street kids was what made Jason learn about you.

He decided to visit as Jason and make sure you didn’t have any nefarious purposes for your deeds. Not only do you two hit it off immediately, but you also care about the street kids, and aren’t taking advantage of their desperation.

Jason started visiting you every other day, often walking you home at night. He has a few of his men watch your house, and even has them make sure you get home safe when he can’t. However, he was still in heavy denial about his feelings….

Until the Joker Broke out of Arkham

Notes: In this au, the Batfam know Jason is Red Hood. Also, the Batfam will become yandere for you too, don’t worry. Probably won’t be posting much, I’m traveling a lot over the next couple weeks, but I will try. Let me know what you think!

[delu-lusional]

Somewhat out of context yandev redesigns/rewrites sketches that I have, in fact, been sitting on for a few months now. // TW, minor blood? Nothing too gory methinks. Feel free to ask quite literally anything about them, for I shall answer.

[mydearyanderes]

yan hypno therapist with non binary darling?

Darling wants to remove their nightmares

Divider credit: @uzmacchiato

Word count: 497

Tags: Obsession, stalking, kidnapping, hypnotism, non binary reader, non binary yandere

The moment the hypnotherapist first lays eyes on you, it’s over. Love at first sight. Obsession before the first hello. They watch you, especially at night, as you toss and turn in suffering. Perhaps you suffer because of them. Because you must feel their eyes burrowing into you, night after night. They don't know, nor do they care, but they know they have to help you. They set up fliers all around your small town for their business, coincidentally right in front of your house as well. They see you taking the fliers. They see you pondering. They see you walking towards their business. Their heart beats with excitement, fingers twitching to... help.

You sit across from the hypnotherapist in their cramped office, the air thick with something unspoken. They ask, their voice cold yet caring at the same time, "What seems to be bothering you, darling?" The use of the pet name sends a shiver up your spine. It's too close for a compete stranger to be calling you it. You sigh, your tensed body seeming to finally relax. You tell them about your constant nightmares—horrid dreams of being chased like a wild animal and cast into a cage. Nightmares of violence. Of stalking. Of twisted love. They hum as they listen to you, jotting down notes of everything you say in exquisite detail. You don't know it, but their heart pounds in ecstasy. Just being near you is almost unbearable—so much it hurts.

Of course, they hide it well behind a mask. They bring out a pendulum. They speak low, calm, "You're getting very sleepy." With each swing of the pendulum you feel your body sinking deeper and deeper into the couch as it gets harder and harder to keep your eyes open. "On the count of three, you will fall asleep." You nod slowly, your mind slowly drifting away. "One..." Your body gets heavier "Two..." Your mind gets sleepier "Three!" And like that you're out like a light. A soft, breathless giggle escapes them—giddy, unhinged. They step closer, drinking in the sight of your helpless, vulnerable form. They've seen you sleep before, of course, but never this close. It fills their body with heat. They crawl on top of your body. "Oh, my love…" Their fingers trace your cheek, reverent, possessive. "You're simply… breathtaking."

They cling your unmoving body closer to them. Their breaths grow ragged, trembling with emotion. They lean in even closer, whispering in your ear, "No more nightmares, my love. Not as long as I'm here to keep you safe…" They take in your scent, breathing in deeply, before finally lifting you in their arms. They press a delicate kiss to your forehead, lingering as if savoring the moment before walking off into their car. "You'll never fear anything again," they whisper. Cradling you protectively, they settle you into the car, whispering reassurances all the while. As the engine hums to life, the road stretches ahead—leading you somewhere only they decide.

A/N: I love this ask!! Also, you didn't specify the yans gender so I made them non binary as well :D

[lovezbrownies]

Celibate? (Yandere!Assistant)

General Masterlist - Siolis’ Masterlist

Synopsis: You are so exhausted you make out with your boss and get caught by your boss’ boss.

PAIRING: Siolis Ludenhart x GN!Reader.

CW: Suggestive, getting caught wink wink.

“…What are you two doing?”

Queen Nia had just burst into her assistant’s office, intending to plop onto the couch and gossip about this week’s guests from afar—only to find the two of you tangled together in a position one could only describe as suspiciously, terrifyingly intimate.

You and Siolis were splayed across the couch, them hovering above you, one arm propped beside your face to brace their weight, mercifully obscuring your vision and shielding you from the queen’s reaction. Their other hand still cradled your burning cheek. Their knee pressed dangerously close to your crotch, your own hands curled against the the fabric of their blouse. Their lips, which had been locked with yours just seconds ago, were red and swollen—like yours.

“My queen. I am… simply teaching defense strategies for when someone kisses them non-consensually. It’s going well—they’re learning fast,” Siolis said smoothly, their voice composed and utterly convincing. Not a single stutter. You made a mental note to reward them for that later. Anyone else might’ve believed them.

But not you. You knew better. You were the one who kissed them first after all.

You’d panicked right after, your mind already preparing for the fallout, for the quiet awkward distance that would follow, for your resignation letter and the shame of it all—but then Siolis had kissed you back. Hard. And thoroughly.

You were exhausted. You didn’t think being an assistant to the queen would be this much work. Sure, it should be—but Queen Nia was a notoriously lazy ruler. A queen who didn’t care. A queen whose kingdom would’ve crumbled long ago if not for her assistants running it in secret. You’d practically become a monarch yourself. You and Siolis, governing from the shadows.

And then just minutes ago, with an unreadable look in their eyes, Siolis had turned to you and said, “You’ve been working hard lately, Assistant [Name]. So I’ve cleared you for a two-week vacation starting tomorrow. Don’t worry—it’s paid.”

Those words had hit you like a blessing from the gods. Joy bloomed in your chest, warmth spilled down your limbs, and before you even registered what you were doing, you reached up, cupped their face in your hands, and kissed them.

It was reckless. Stupid. A moment of pure emotion and no thought. But before you could pull away in horror, before you could even start to regret it, Siolis gasped—and then seized your head in their hands and kissed you back with a fevered urgency that made your toes curl.

Everything after that was a blur of heat and movement.

Their hands ghosting down your body, fingers trailing along the curve of your skin, cool against your warmth. A gasp tore from you as one slipped under your shirt, their cold fingers smooth and soft prompting chills to run down your back. You instinctively leaned away, but your foot caught the leg of the nearby coffee table and you tumbled backward, dragging Siolis down with you.

Thankfully, the fall was cushioned by the couch—and by Siolis themselves, who shielded your head protectively.

You lay there beneath them, breathless, staring into their eyes. And then, laughter. Loud, shameless, joyous laughter that filled the room as your chests heaved and your grins widened.

“I always wanted to do this,” Siolis murmured once the laughter subsided, their gaze flicking from your lips to your eyes, and back again. “Little did I know you’d steal my chance from me…”

You didn’t hesitate. You wrapped your arms around them and pulled them back down, kissing them again.

Which brings us back to now.

Queen Nia stood by the door, watching the two of you with squinted eyes and a suspicious frown. Her gaze lingered on Siolis a little too long before she spoke.

“Good then. Not like you two would actually do anything. Two virgins can’t do anything, am I right? HAH. I’m pretty sure you’re both celibate anyway.”

And just like that, she turned on her heel and left, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

Silence.

Then Siolis looked back at you, lips twitching into a grin, eyes dark with mischief. They gently brushed their thumb across your lips, voice dropping low.

“Yeah… celibates, huh? Why don’t we change that…”

And then they kissed you again—deep, slow, consuming—as the soft click of the door lock echoed through the room, green particles dancing like fireflies in the air around you.

[yandereforme]

Yandere batfamily time travel au (different/angsty version)

The bad family gets thrown into the future, about 20 years or so. They are them faced with three major villains who lives in Gotham and have somehow become worse than the joker in terms of casualties. Two of them are front fighters, well, the third is said to be the boss and is not seen often. Their counterparts are pretty much obsessed with fighting this person. However, it isn’t long before their nemesis kidnaps one of the Wayne’s from the past, and that is when they meet you.

You are the third member, and contrary to popular belief you are not the boss. It’s more of a Harley Quinn sort of situation. The two main fighters are people who recruited you after your foster parents sold you to human traffickers, because you developed meta-abilities. Those two ‘rescued’ you and trained you to use your abilities to help them commit crimes, though they usually disguise you whenever you go out, so no one knows you exist. The rest of the time, you are usually treated as a servant/pet.

I think the first person they kidnapped was definitely Damian. However, none of the kidnappers realized that Damian had a tracking device as well as a comm. after a little bit, they all start becoming protective of you, and I can see several of them attempting to be kidnapped just to see you.

After a little while, the fight happens. They are winning when, suddenly, a shot rings out and you fall to the ground. The bullet had been meant for one of them (you can choose which one, though I am mostly thinking Bruce for the Maximum angst) but you moved in the way of it. You got shot for them. You saved them, but paid for it with your life.

Before you die, you look whoever you saved in the eye, and ask them to make sure that this didn’t happen again. You meant it as making sure human trafficking were destroyed, and those with abilities were put in good homes, or that no villain could use someone the way you had been used. However, the bat family takes this as permission to make sure you never become a villain ever again.

When they get to their original timeline, the first thing they do is search for you. You were a chubby three year old, knew you hadn’t discovered your powers until you were five. It was fairly easy to frame your parents for a crime, and take you with them to the manor. You were never going to have to struggle again. You saved their lives. Now they were going to return the favor.

[kob3n1yy]

The lack of WLW or NMLNM x reader is concerning.

I’m a lesbian and yes I like to goon and read x readers to fictional men but like there are days I want to read a WLW/NMLNM fanfics you know? Now I might be reaching but I think the lack of WLW/Nmlnm content might be rooted in misogyny, but im like 3000% more woke then my classmates so uh..

Oh well, im widderally a stupid neodivergent dyke

[lovezbrownies]

With me always. (Yandere!NB!Chief Assistant x GN!Assistant Reader.)

Siolis' Masterlist - General Masterlist

Synopsis: Danger floods the palace as Siolis, your boss, prioritizes your safety and gets you in their home, where you don't leave. And you're good with it!

The palace’s tranquility shattered with the sharp clang of steel and the echo of distant shouting. The muffled chaos bled through the thick stone walls, growing louder with every second. You froze at your desk, the quiet scratch of your pen silenced as your ears strained to catch the ominous cadence of heavy boots pounding against the polished marble floors. Each step sent a chill down your spine.

The door to your office slammed open, rattling on its hinges as Siolis entered like a shadow come to life. Their short black hair, streaked with vibrant green at the bangs, caught the dim light, but it was their eyes that pinned you in place. The deep, inky blackness of their pupils seemed to drink in the dim glow of the room, glinting with an intensity that made your breath hitch. They moved with an unsettling calm, their wiry frame deceptively relaxed as if the danger just outside was nothing more than an inconvenience.

“Some guys came to kill the queen,” Siolis said, their voice like silk stretched taut over steel. They stepped into the room, their hand resting on the hilt of the sword at their hip, the blue ribbon tied to its handle swaying gently as they moved. “She’s already been sent to hide until they’re gone. They’re coming here next, we have to get out before any further danger arises.”

You barely had time to process their words before the sound of another crash filled the hall outside, the telltale splintering of a door yielding under brute force. Siolis didn’t flinch, their eyes narrowing as they turned their head slightly toward the noise. The glint of the blade unsheathing was the only sound for a moment, sharp and deliberate, as they stepped between you and the door.

The first strike came before you saw the attacker. A heavy blade swung into the doorframe, splinters flying, and then the intruder surged into the room. Siolis moved like water, fluid and impossibly fast, their sword slicing through the air with such precision it left no time for their opponent to counter. The ribbon trailed behind the blade like a streak of blue lightning, almost poetic in its stark contrast to the violence of the moment.

“You stay close to me,” Siolis said, their tone steady even as they dispatched the second attacker with a graceful sweep of their sword. They glanced over their shoulder, the faintest glimmer of something softer flashing in their dark eyes. “I’ll keep you safe. No one will touch you.”

The way they stood, slim and unassuming but radiating an unyielding strength, made you realize just how little the lack of visible muscle meant. Siolis didn’t need it. Their movements were impossibly efficient, as though they’d spent years perfecting every single motion. Despite the growing chaos outside, you couldn’t help but feel anchored in their presence, like nothing could break through as long as they stood between you and the danger.

“Come on, let’s go.” Siolis commanded, shoving the fake bookshelf in your shared office aside revealing a hidden passage that lead to the outside of the palace, the word low but forceful. There was no room for hesitation in their voice. The calm precision they always exuded was now tinged with something deeper, something primal—a fierce protectiveness that cut through the urgency of the moment. Their eyes, normally so composed, flashed with something raw, their pupils a dark, bottomless abyss that seemed to swallow up any trace of fear. The sword with the blue ribbon was already in their hand, steady, poised like an extension of their body.

You stumbled back, your heart racing in your chest as you stared at Siolis, the weight of their presence both comforting and unsettling. There was an almost unnatural calm about them, despite the chaos unfolding just beyond the door. How could they remain so steady in the face of such danger? You felt an unfamiliar pull in your chest, a mixture of awe and something else—something that clung to the edges of your thoughts, something you couldn’t yet name.

You didn’t need to ask questions. You trusted Siolis without thinking, even as the faint sound of boots grew louder outside the door. There was a fear inside you, yes, but it was distant, buried beneath the intense certainty that Siolis would keep you safe. They had no need to explain; the weight of their presence in the room already spoke volumes.

As you stepped toward the hidden passage, the sound of more footsteps—the unmistakable thud of boots—reached your ears—how did they find the passage? Your heart skipped a beat. Siolis moved first, never hesitating, never questioning. Their eyes caught yours for a brief moment, an unspoken reassurance passing between you. Without a word, they took a step toward the door, a flash of motion as they swung the blade with precision and speed.

The first attacker didn’t even have time to react. Siolis’ strike was clean, swift, and efficient, leaving the intruder no opportunity to raise their weapon. The figure crumpled, but Siolis didn’t linger. Their body was already in motion again, fluid and graceful as they swept past you. Their presence was like a protective shield, something that wrapped around you as you moved through the passage. It was hard to reconcile the image of Siolis—slim and seemingly delicate—with the power they exuded in every step.

You couldn’t help but glance back at the empty corridor lined with the bodies of those who dared to threaten your life, your thoughts racing. You’d been caught off guard, thrown into a situation where your very life was at risk, yet Siolis moved as though this was nothing more than a routine. They never faltered. You had never seen them like this before—not the calm, controlled assistant you knew, but someone capable of incredible violence, someone who would destroy anyone who dared touch you.

They glanced back at you, their face still cool but the softness in their eyes undeniable. “Keep going,” Siolis urged, their voice a whisper now, though it carried the full force of their intent. “I’ll protect you.”

For a fleeting moment, the tension of the situation seemed to melt away, replaced by something deeper. You felt your breath catch in your throat as the weight of their words sank in. I’ll protect you.

The passage was narrow, the air stale and cool, but you felt more secure with each step, guided by Siolis’ unshakeable presence. There were no more questions—no room for confusion. You understand now. Whatever this was between you—whatever this connection was—it was undeniable, and Siolis wasn’t just protecting you out of duty. You saw it in their eyes, in the way they moved so effortlessly to keep you safe.

The journey through the hidden passage felt like a dream, the weight of danger slowly ebbing away the further you moved into the shadows. Now, in the sanctuary of Siolis' manor, it was hard to shake the remnants of that fear. The walls here, dark stone and warm wood, felt both ancient and timeless. Despite the unfamiliarity of the place, it felt... peaceful, somehow. The kind of peace you hadn’t realized you needed.

Siolis had led you through the manor with ease, their movements now calmer than before, finally able to put down their weapon, laying it on a table next to the living room. But for now they had gone immediately to the kitchen, the flicker of candlelight casting soft shadows as they began preparing something—food, perhaps, though you couldn’t smell it yet. You watched them work, fascinated by the fluidity of their movements. There was a strange sense of comfort in how they took control, in how their presence filled the space without effort.

The kitchen was huge, half of it barely even being used by Siolis as they shift around making whatever it is. A couch—most likely for the servants of the manor, yet you have yet to seen a single servant oddly enough—was placed next to the door of the kitchen, with a table to the front of it and a candle, you gladly took up the chance to finally sit and relax after today’s hectic adventure.

The warmth of the manor seemed to seep into your bones, chasing away the lingering cold of fear, the adrenaline that had coursed through your veins since the attack. You exhaled slowly, letting your body relax for the first time in what felt like days. It wasn’t just the luxury of the space, or the fact that you were safe. It was Siolis. Somehow, being near them, knowing that they would protect you no matter what, brought an odd sense of peace. The chaos of the world beyond this manor felt distant, something far away you didn’t have to face right now.

But even as you settled into the silence of the living room, you could feel Siolis’ eyes on you, watching as you leaned back against the plush couch. There was an intensity there, in the way their gaze lingered on you, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable kind of intensity. It felt... possessive, in a way that made your chest tighten, but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind it.

Siolis turned back toward the stove, stirring something with a grace that almost seemed too delicate for the strength they exhibited in the heat of battle. The smell of food began to fill the air, and for a moment, everything seemed right. You felt... strangely at peace. The weight of everything that had happened earlier seemed to disappear as you allowed yourself to sink further into the comfort of the manor, the comfort of being here, with Siolis.

But beneath that calm, beneath the serenity they projected, Siolis' mind was a tempest. They could still see the way you looked at them—how trusting you were, how easily you had followed them, how you had let them take control. How, in the span of a single day, you had let go of your fear, allowed them to sweep you away into the unknown without hesitation.

What if I never let you go? Siolis thought, the question curling around their mind like a dark tendril. They moved toward the kitchen counter, their slender fingers tracing the edge of the marble surface as they imagined a different future—one where you never left this place, where there was no threat, no chaos to tear you apart. They could lock you away here, in this sanctuary, with only them. No one would ever harm you again. No one would even know you were here.

They could fake your death. It would be easy enough. A few whispered lies, a closed casket, and everyone would assume the worst. But you—you—would be here, with them, living a quiet life, hidden away from the world. Siolis could take their time, build the life they dreamed of. No distractions, no interference. You would be theirs, completely, in a way that no one could take from them.

A faint, unsettling smile tugged at the corner of Siolis' lips as they turned back toward the stove, adding a few more ingredients. The thought of it filled them with a warmth deeper than the fire in the hearth—your warmth, their future together, sealed with nothing but devotion and a careful, calculated plan.

Siolis was in control now, and they always would be.

As the scent of food reached your senses, you felt a wave of exhaustion wash over you. Siolis had already begun to plate the meal, moving with a quiet tenderness that you hadn’t expected, considering their earlier ferocity. They placed the dishes before you, their eyes locking with yours as you took the first bite, your senses immediately satiated by the warmth of the food.

You looked up at Siolis, and for a brief moment, they caught the vulnerability in your gaze—the trust—and it stirred something dark, something possessive deep inside them.

The silence between you and Siolis was strangely comfortable. The kind of silence where words weren’t needed, and yet, in the quiet, something unspoken bloomed—an understanding, a sense of ease that felt almost surreal. The soft glow of the candlelight flickered in Siolis’ eyes, casting a gentle sheen over their sharp features, and you found yourself watching them more than your food.

Siolis didn’t seem to mind the quiet, but the way they watched you—just slightly, just enough to notice—felt like an invitation to something deeper. Their posture was relaxed, their long fingers delicately holding the edge of the plate, but you could feel the tension beneath that stillness, like a coiled spring, wound tightly yet controlled. There was so much about Siolis that was subtle, even in moments like this.

You took another bite, savoring the simple, warm flavors that had an odd comfort to them, like a reminder that in this moment, at least, you were safe. The food wasn’t extraordinary, but the ease it brought—together with the quiet rhythm of Siolis’ movements—was more than you expected. More than you had even known you needed.

Siolis noticed your smile before you could hide it, their gaze sharp despite the softness in their eyes. “Is it to your liking?” Their voice was soft but tinged with a teasing warmth, an edge to it that suggested they were enjoying this more than they let on.

You felt your cheeks warm under their scrutiny, and a small chuckle escaped you, more out of surprise than anything else. “Yeah, it’s really good actually. I didn’t expect you to be such a good cook.” You leaned back slightly in your chair, taking in the unfamiliarity of the moment. There was something about Siolis, something deeper that you hadn’t yet fully grasped, but in this space, it felt like maybe—just maybe—you were beginning to understand them.

Siolis’ lips quirked up, and for the first time, you saw them relax—truly relax—like a weight had been lifted from their shoulders. It was a quiet laugh, light and genuine, and it warmed the room. “Oh? What did you expect me to do? Burn it?” they teased, their voice laced with a rare softness that made something tighten in your chest.

The sound of their laugh—a brief but genuine burst—struck you in a way you didn’t expect. You had always seen Siolis as this composed, distant figure, someone far removed from what you were used to. But here, now, in this quiet moment, you saw them as something else: real, a person who could laugh, who could enjoy something as simple as the meal they had just prepared. And it was... nice. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing too, the sound of it catching in your throat as you tried to find the words to keep up with the shift between you both.

“No, I didn’t think that. I just... wasn’t expecting this side of you, I guess.” The words tumbled out before you could stop them, and when you looked up, Siolis was watching you with an amused smile, their gaze softened in a way that made your chest tighten. There was something there, something between the teasing and the quiet warmth of their eyes.

Siolis leaned forward slightly, the edge of their plate tilting with the motion, and there was a certain glint in their eyes. “You think I’m just an assistant with no other talents?” They raised an eyebrow, a subtle challenge in their voice. “I have many talents.”

The playful tone in their words made you laugh again, the sound lighter now, more natural. There was something infectious about Siolis' laughter, something that made it impossible for you to remain guarded. “I can tell. You’d be a good housespouse.” You said it before you could stop yourself, the words hanging in the air between you.

Siolis froze for a moment, their eyes widening imperceptibly, and for a second, you thought you might have crossed a line. But then they smiled again, the corners of their lips curling into a knowing grin that made the air around you shift.

“A housespouse?” they repeated, their voice quieter now, more contemplative. “What a quaint thought.” They leaned back, fingers tracing the rim of their cup in a slow, deliberate motion, their gaze never leaving you. “I could do that. Perhaps I’ll make a life out of it. You and I, here, always.”

The words hung in the air like a weight, but it wasn’t a burden. It felt... right, in a way that you couldn’t quite explain. You blinked, unsure whether you should laugh it off, but the sincerity in Siolis’ tone made it difficult to dismiss. And then, before you knew it, the words slipped from your mouth, soft and almost instinctual.

“I think I’d like that.”

Siolis’ gaze softened, and for a moment, the weight of their intensity receded, leaving only the quiet tenderness of the moment. They didn’t say anything immediately, but their eyes held yours, the connection between you palpable. In that fleeting second, you understood—truly understood—the pull you felt toward them. It wasn’t just protection or safety. It was something deeper. Something undeniable.

Siolis was silent for a moment, their mind already turning over possibilities, plans, futures you couldn’t yet see. But there was a flicker of something else, something possessive, something they allowed to show for just a moment. “Good,” they whispered, almost to themselves. “Because I’ll make sure that happens. You’ll never have to leave.”

And in that instant, the world outside this manor, the threats and the chaos, seemed far away. The peace in Siolis’ words settled in your chest, a balm for all the fear and uncertainty that had filled your life until now. You were safe, and more than that—you were wanted.

But as Siolis looked at you, their thoughts were already twisting in darker, more possessive directions, each one wrapped in a quiet but unwavering certainty. You’ll stay with me. You’ll never leave. They could make that happen. They would. And nothing, not even you, would be able to stop it.

Shaking away their thoughts Siolis went off to send away the dirty dishes after arguing with you over who would clean them—an argument you lost with no dignity. Siolis led you back to the living room cozy and cute as they shuffle around to light the fireplace.

The quiet hum of the fire crackled softly in the background, filling the space with warmth as you and Siolis sat there, the weight of the evening settling in your bones. But as you let the comfort of the moment wrap around you, Siolis' thoughts were anything but at ease. The peace in your eyes, the trust you were placing in them, it was all too easy, too perfect—and it made something dark and possessive stir deep within them.

Siolis sat back in their chair, arms resting loosely on their lap, but their mind was elsewhere. It’s perfect. It has to be perfect. They thought it over again, the plan they had been shaping in the back of their mind for hours now. You were here, in their manor, under their protection. The only danger was the threat of losing you—and that was something Siolis could never allow.

They studied you, as if seeing you for the first time—really seeing you. The way you sat, relaxed, at ease in their presence, unafraid. You were trusting them, letting them provide for you, keeping you safe. But deep down, Siolis knew it wasn’t just about safety anymore. It was more than that. It was control. It was knowing, with every inch of their being, that you were theirs and only theirs. The thought made their chest tighten in a way that was almost painful, a flutter of madness threading through their calm demeanor.

They’re mine now. And no one will take them away from me. Not the queen, not anyone. Siolis' thoughts twisted tighter, more possessive, a quiet madness beginning to creep in as they pictured you slipping through their fingers. The very idea was unbearable.

You didn’t belong in the world outside these walls. The danger, the uncertainty—it was too much. You were better off here, where Siolis could keep you close, safe, and… forever theirs. The thought of you returning to the chaos of the palace, facing threats they couldn’t control, was unbearable. And the idea of you slipping from their grasp was a danger Siolis couldn’t allow.

They’ll stay with me. They have to. It’s better this way.

Siolis' fingers fidgeted against each other harshly, their knuckles going white. Their expression remained calm, but inside, there was an overwhelming, simmering heat—a desire to keep you here, to make you see that this was where you belonged. Not just as their assistant, not just as someone to protect, but as something more. Someone to love. Someone to keep forever.

Finally, Siolis broke the silence, their voice smooth but holding an undertone of something heavier. “You’ve been through a lot today,” they began, their eyes never leaving you. “It’s only right that you get some rest. But…” They paused, their lips curving into a smile that didn’t quite reach their eyes. “It’s not safe out there. There are too many threats. Even if you wanted to go back to the palace, it’s no longer a safe place for you. Not after what happened.”

You blinked, still unsure of where Siolis was going with this. But they pressed on, their gaze unwavering, their tone soft but firm. “You’re someone I need to protect, and right now, that means keeping you here, with me. You’ll be much safer, I promise you that… At least until the danger smooths over”

Siolis’ words settled like a weight on your chest, and though there was no overt force in their tone, something about the way they spoke left you with the feeling that this wasn’t just about your safety. There was something else beneath their words, something possessive, as if they were claiming you for themselves in a way that left no room for argument.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Siolis’ gaze held you in place. Their eyes were intense, unblinking, filled with a quiet desperation that had begun to surface as they spoke. The moment stretched on, the silence heavy with unspoken thoughts.

“I’m sure you have your reasons to want to leave,” Siolis continued, their voice soft, but there was a calculated edge to it. “But right now, it’s too dangerous. And you… you belong here. With me.”

The words hit you like a wave, crashing over you, and for a moment, you could only blink, trying to process the gravity of what Siolis was saying. Their gaze was soft, yet resolute, their expression calm but filled with something more. Something you couldn’t quite place.

“Just stay for a little while. At least until it’s safer. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

And though their words were gentle, there was an unspoken force behind them, a command that made it clear there was no real choice. They weren’t asking you to stay—they were telling you. In that moment, it wasn’t about your safety anymore. It was about control. About ownership. And you could see it in their eyes, that glimmer of quiet madness, as if they were already imagining a life with you locked away in this place, safe from all harm… and from everyone else.

You felt the weight of their gaze, the quiet command in their tone, and though part of you hesitated, part of you felt a strange pull toward staying—toward accepting this.

But now a month had passed since you had been brought here, to Siolis’ manor, to what was supposed to be a temporary refuge. But day after day, Siolis had insisted that it was still too dangerous out there, that the threats against you were too real, too imminent for you to even consider leaving. And each day, you had agreed without question, without hesitation. You’d simply nodded.

Siolis still went ahead each day to work, their presence in the palace much more important than yours, a single sick day from them could cause the entire country to meet its demise. But the domesticity of you waving them goodbye as they leave to work and greeting them back… It makes you feel more at peace than you’ve ever been. You also noticed that Siolis doesn’t do overtime anymore, or at least more than necessary, maybe your presence is helping them not to overwork themselves? Who knows!

Each day, “Still dangerous out there today,” Siolis would say, voice gentle but firm. “It’s best for you to stay here.”

And you, with a smile would simply reply, “Okay.”

Siolis expected reluctance, resistance. They expected you to fight, to argue, to demand your freedom. But each time, you simply nodded, acquiesced, and the smile that would cross their face would linger, soft and pleased, like they were savoring some hidden victory they couldn’t quite articulate. The more you agreed, the more they found themselves coming to terms with the idea that this wasn’t temporary—it wasn’t a mere “safe haven” anymore. It was home. Their home. And you were becoming a permanent fixture in it.

In the quiet moments, Siolis would watch you with a mix of affection and obsession, like you were a delicate treasure they couldn’t bear to part with. You, ever so docile, slipping into their world without protest, had become the object of their every thought. But now, something was changing.

There was a shift in the way you looked at them, the way your words held a tenderness they hadn’t heard before. At first, it was subtle. Little glances, touches that lingered longer than necessary. A smile that reached your eyes when you spoke to them, when you saw them after they’d been away for a few hours. But as the days passed, the subtlety faded, and what once felt like a fleeting warmth in your voice had now become an undeniable affection.

Siolis noticed it first one evening, as they set the table for dinner. You had moved to sit beside them instead of across, something that felt both innocent and... intimate. As you reached across the table to pass them a dish, your fingers brushed lightly against theirs. You didn’t pull away immediately, like you had in the past, but instead, let your touch linger just long enough to make their pulse spike with something wild. It was as if you were learning to move closer, to let the distance between you shrink with every passing day.

For the first time in a while, Siolis didn’t need to force a smile. It came naturally, a soft curl of their lips as they met your gaze. “You’re getting comfortable,” they teased, voice low, but there was something more—something pleased, almost possessive in the way their words hung in the air.

You smiled back, an innocent warmth in your eyes. “Is that a problem?”

Siolis paused, their fingers tightening around the handle of their cup before slowly setting it down. “Not a problem, no,” they said, though there was a certain darkness creeping into their tone. “But I’ve noticed... you’ve been a little more affectionate lately.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the way they said it—almost like a question, but not really. Like an observation, something they had been mulling over in their mind. It was odd, the way Siolis said “affectionate,” as if they were both pleased and intrigued by the change in you. You hadn’t really thought about it—how, little by little, you’d been leaning closer, offering more touches, more smiles. But now that they mentioned it, you couldn’t ignore it.

You gave a soft shrug, a shy smile playing on your lips as you leaned in closer, resting your head against the back of your hand. “I don’t know. I guess I just like being around you. I feel... safe here.”

Siolis froze for a moment, their pupils dilating as the words sank in. They hadn't expected this—this warmth, this soft affection that had started to bleed into everything you did. Your words weren’t just casual anymore. They were... intimate. They spoke volumes, louder than anything you had ever said. And Siolis could feel it, deep in their chest, that sweet burn of satisfaction.

“Safe?” Siolis repeated, their voice softer now, almost tender. “I’m glad.”

The way their gaze softened, the way their hand moved closer to yours, made you look up, your pulse quickening. They were smiling again, a smile full of affection that seemed to speak of something deeper. The warmth in their eyes wasn’t just possessive anymore. It was gentle. Loving, even.

You let your fingers brush lightly against theirs, and for a moment, the world outside the manor, the dangers that had once seemed so close, felt like a distant memory. It was just you and Siolis, in this quiet space where everything felt... right. And for the first time, you realized that maybe you didn’t want to leave after all.

“I’m happy you’re here,” Siolis said quietly, their words hanging in the air with a sense of sincerity you hadn’t heard before. Their gaze never left you, and in their eyes, there was something soft and vulnerable. You could see it now—the depth of their affection, the certainty that you were theirs.

A month had passed, and so much had changed between you. But as you met Siolis’ gaze, you realized that in a way, you had already begun to weave yourself into the fabric of their life, as they had done with yours. And whether you knew it or not, you had already sealed your place in their heart.

“I think I’m happy here too,” you whispered, feeling the weight of your words more than you expected.

Siolis’ smile stretched wider, a slow, deliberate thing, as they reached out, their fingers gently brushing against your cheek. “I’m glad to hear that,” they murmured. “Because this is where you belong now.”

The words felt like a promise, one Siolis intended to keep—no matter what. And the soft, lingering kiss they placed on your forehead was a silent seal, their love deepening with every passing day. You belonged here, to them, and nothing could ever take that away.

The evening had fallen into a soft stillness, the faint flicker of the fire casting a warm, golden glow across the room. Siolis and you sat side by side, the quiet comfort of the manor surrounding you like a cocoon. The conversations that had once felt awkward and hesitant now flowed easily between you, filled with laughter and the kind of tenderness that made everything feel right.

Siolis, who had once kept their distance, now sat close to you, their shoulder brushing against yours as they leaned back in the armchair, their fingers absently tracing the rim of their cup. You didn’t mind the closeness; in fact, it felt natural now, almost expected. The soft weight of Siolis’ presence beside you had become a constant, a soothing anchor that pulled you deeper into the comfort of this space.

A gentle silence settled between you, one that wasn’t uncomfortable, but peaceful. Then, without a word, Siolis shifted slightly closer, just enough to close the small gap between you. The warmth of their body against yours was almost electric, the soft brush of their sleeve against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t help but look up at them, meeting their eyes, which were now dark and filled with something tender, something almost... hungry.

You smile up at them, “What’s going on in that brain of yours?” looking up at their eyes, studying every single detail of their face. Siolis, noticing your look of sheer adoration, “Nothing, just you.” Those very simple words had your heart fluttering, fiddling with their fingers, you looked down again. But you didn’t keep your head down for long, as Siolis reached one hand up to your chin, making you face them once more. 

Siolis’ face was closer now, tilted to the side a little as though to ask, “May I?” and who would you be to deny them? You nodded as they leaned in, their gaze focused on your lips as if the air around you had thickened with an unspoken tension. There was no rush, no urgency. It was a slow, deliberate approach, like they were savoring the moment, making sure you were just as ready for this as they were. The subtle shift in their posture, the way their breath seemed to hitch when they noticed the way your eyes softened—it all spoke louder than words.

Without warning, Siolis’ hand found its way to your cheek, their fingers gentle but firm, tilting your head slightly as they closed the distance between you. Their lips pressed softly against yours, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. But when you didn’t pull away, when you leaned in ever so slightly, the kiss deepened. Slowly, passionately, as if this was the only place and time that mattered. Their lips moved against yours with a reverence, each brush of their mouth sending sparks through your body, igniting a heat that spread from your chest to your fingertips.

You melted into the kiss, the warmth of Siolis' touch, their gentle but insistent hold on you, making your heart flutter wildly in your chest. It felt natural, like the most normal thing in the world, but there was an edge to it that made everything feel heightened, more intense. The way Siolis’ hands moved to cup your face, the way they leaned into you, as if they were trying to pour all their affection into this one moment—it was almost overwhelming.

When they finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads gently resting against each other as you stared into each other’s eyes, unable to hide the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. Siolis’ smile was soft, almost shy, but there was something in their eyes—something that made you feel like you were the only thing in the world to them.

“I never get tired of that,” Siolis murmured, their voice low and full of affection. “I could kiss you forever.” Their thumb brushed over your bottom lip, the touch tender but possessive, as if they were marking you as their own, as if you were the one thing they could never let go of.

You laughed softly, the sound light and full of warmth. “I think I could kiss you forever too,” you whispered, reaching up to touch their face, your fingers tracing the sharp line of their jaw. It was a simple gesture, but it felt loaded with meaning, a silent promise exchanged between you.

Siolis leaned in again, this time with less hesitation, their lips finding yours once more, but this time it was even softer, more intimate. Their hand rested on your side, pulling you closer until you were pressed together, the heat of their body seeping into yours. Every touch, every movement was gentle, like they were afraid to break the moment, afraid to let go of the bond that was forming between you.

The kiss deepened again, this time slower, with more intent, as if they were taking their time to memorize every sensation, every little detail. You felt their fingers brush against the back of your neck, pulling you in, until you were practically on their lap, your bodies aligned as if you had always been meant to fit this way. The way they held you was almost possessive, like they couldn’t get enough, and yet, it felt like they were holding you with the utmost care—as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

When they pulled away again, there was a contented sigh from both of you, the air between you thick with unspoken affection. Siolis’ hands slid down your back, pulling you closer still, until there was no space between you at all. Their voice, when they spoke, was a soft, almost reverent whisper. “You’re mine, you know. I don’t ever want to let you go.”

You shivered at the words, but instead of fear, it only made you feel safe. Loved. You nodded softly, your fingers tracing over their chest, feeling the steady beat of their heart beneath your fingertips. “I don’t ever want to go either,” you murmured, the truth of the words settling in your chest like a warm embrace.

Siolis smiled softly, their fingers threading through your hair, gently tugging your head back slightly so they could plant another kiss on your lips—this time a little deeper, a little more possessive. But it wasn’t a kiss of control, not really. It was the kiss of someone who knew that they had already won, someone who knew that you were already theirs.

And as the kiss lingered, as the warmth of their body pressed against yours, you couldn’t help but feel the pull, the undeniable connection between you both. Whatever had started as a simple protection had evolved into something far more—something that neither of you could escape, nor would ever want to.

[yanoverload]

If I ever draw a second wave (which I will, I think too much) get ready my women loving peeps

I got one.

As always, sub yandere.

[der7py]

Yandere Gardner x reader

Bonnie Dubois, the friendly neighborhood Gardner who was quiet and easily spooked. But you always did your best to be friendly to little ole' Bonnie. It wasn't hard to be friendly to them. They always found a way to please you. It's like they knew how to.

Warnings: Major anxiety, people pleasing, being taken advantage of, anxiety attack, childhood trauma, neglect, guilt-tripping, worship(not in a religious sense), obsession, mentions of thoughts of self harm(implied thoughts)

Bonnie Dubois, the friendly yet easily spooked Gardner. Everyone adored them, even if they tried to avoid everyone because of their anxiety.

When you first moved to the neighborhood, you were always so confused about why everytime you tried to talk to them, they'd squeak and hide in their hundreds of flowers.

When you got invited to a party by one of the neighbors, you asked about them, wondering why they always hid from you.

You were somewhat relieved to hear from one of Bonnie's friends that they did that to everyone, and you just had to get to know them first.

But still, why were they so jumpy in general? No person was usually that spooked were they? You needed to know.

Over time, you slowly became friends with them, leaving them gifts of potted plants, their favorite pastries (you had to ask around), and always making an effort to include them in activities you've made.

Eventually, they weren't as jumpy around you, and they made for good conversation. Even if they were always speaking so quietly, you were convinced that they only spoke in whispers.

You started to notice they were a big people pleaser, always doing tasks for others, no matter how big they were. It was concerning, to say the least. You always tried to get them to relax, but they always said they were fine.

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"Bonnie, you have to take care of yourself. You're always taking care of others but not yourself." You said with a sigh, sipping your tea as Bonnie scurried around their kitchen, trying to find extra Bobby pins. Their neighbor Sarah had a little girl who was in dance class, yet they didn't have enough Bobby pins to pin up her hair. So naturally, she asked the neighborhood biggest people pleaser. It pissed you off knowing how most people in this town took advantage of your friend.

"N-no, it's okay! Really, I don't mind-" "Sit." Bonnie gulped, setting down one of their boxes as they sat across from them. You were determined to get to the bottom of this. "Seriously, what's wrong?" You asked, but immediately regretted it as they started to sob their poor eyes out to you.

"I-I'm sorry...! I-I j-just feel so useless when I can't help...! Please don't leave me...!" They begged, holding your arm tightly as they sobbed into your hand. God, you felt awful. You held Bonnie in your arms, rocking them back and forth with a soothing hum.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to upset you. We don't have to talk about it." You whispered, which seemed to calm your crying friend down. They sniffled, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at you. The look in their emerald eyes was enough to shatter you as you quickly held them even tighter. "I promise... I won't ever leave you."

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You might as well have sealed your fate as soon as you said that. Because something in Bonnie's mind snapped as soon as you said that to them.

After they were done crying, they shakily explained to you the neglectful childhood they had endured and how they thought if they just did everything that needed to be done and more, maybe their parents would pay attention to them.

It was heartbreaking to hear, and you vowed to help them not be a huge people pleaser. And that's exactly what you did. First off by calling Sarah and telling her to find her own fucking bobby pins.

Over the next few weeks, you constantly helped them, teaching them how to say no, how to take care of themselves, and only helping people who won't take advantage of them.

Bonnie started to worship you. You were their savior, their angel, their God.

They started to go out of their way to do anything you. They started to grow your favorite flower in their garden, constantly leaving cute little potted plants around your house to make you feel better after rough days.

Their tears and timid nature were their big weapon against you and anyone they disliked. Hanging out with the new neighbor? You bet Bonnie's sobbing their heart out, begging you not to leave or their not sure what they'll do by themselves.

You always feel so horrible every time they cry. It feels like acid on your skin. Eventually, you move in because you don't want them to hurt themselves. Besides, it'll be fine. You love Bonnie, and you just wanna help them.

They love you too. Please. Never leave. They'll end up hurting themselves without you. Your their angel.

[happypoppyhaha]

Mhmmm how do you feel about Y/N having a crush on their Yandere? At first it was just a small crush. Y/N admires them from afar and maybe follows 1 or 2 of their socials as well. Perhaps has a bad habit of watching them from afar. Could say Y/N is a bit creepy themselves. But alas, absolutely amateur moves in comparison to their Yandere. The Yandere is more than well aware of Y/N feelings towards them. It just as they planned. In order to get Y/N’s attention, what better way than to dress up as their ideal partner.

Thank you for requesting this! I'll make the yandere them/they pronouns since you didn't place a gender on it. And I don't want you to be upset if I picked the wrong gender for the yandere. You can imagine the yandere as male or female. I didn't give the yandere a name since you didn't place a name on them. I'll make this take place in a school.

"Why am I doing this...? This too far than just having a normal crush on you.."

*You think to yourself while scrolling through their social media. You followed them but haven't talked to them because you didn't know how to make the first move, you always expect your crush to come to you.*

"There you are..."

*You whisper to yourself and shut your phone off as soon as your crush appears, unintentionally you weirdly smirk at them but immediately wipe it off before they can take a glimpse at you as you walk out of the bathroom. It's almost like you were waiting for them while you were in the bathroom. You walk out at the same time they walk out of class. For a creep, you keep track of their schedule and try to guess what time they would walk out of class before the bell rings.*

"What do I say? I can't let them catch that I'm literally stalking, just to stare at them some more."

*They walk past the bathroom so you sit around the corner for a bit to not make it seem like you were waiting for them, you see that they are holding something in their hand. Looks like they are delivering something to a teacher.*

"It's okay to keep my distance and just adore you without gaining the courage to speak, right? You wouldn't feel weirded out by a person who always has their eyes on you because they like you, right? It's my way of letting you know I have a crush on you. And you still don't get it? Not one bit?"

*You poked your head out watching them walk down the hallway, you knew how obvious you are and anybody around you would get the sign right away. But it wouldn't make sense to get mad at them when you're the one who hasn't confronted them with your feelings.*

"At first, I didn't like you...but now I do? I guess it was your personality that I wanted in a partner. It started out as a small crush because your face was cute, it didn't grow as much because the way you used to behave and how you were saying certain words that wasn't much of my liking now but now you changed. That caused my feelings to change as well..."

*You look down at the floor, seeing their shadow. You pulled out your phone again to pretend that you're doing something and not waiting for them. As soon as they walk out of the corner. You put your phone away in your pocket this time and act like you are just now noticing them.*

*"I'm going to do it."*

"Hey-"

"Y/N, how long have you been in the bathroom? Are trying to avoid doing work?"

*You have a surprise expression, for them it's two minutes, for you, you waited early now it's five minutes.*

"No, I'm not...I just needed a break from the teacher..."

"Yeah right, I know your true intentions."

*Your heart dropped and your face dropped as well at hearing those words. Now, your strength to confess has left you.*

"I'm not done talking yet! Don't feel like it's going to be bad!"

*They laughs and reassures you that they wasn't going to make it awkward or embarrassing for you.*

"I'm just glad that I'm having your attention right now. To be honest, I didn't want to be the person you wanted me to be right now but I knew I wasn't going to have you if I continued that way. I didn't want you to dislike me or despise me. So I have to perfect myself just for you to acknowledge my existence."

*You were relieved but you felt something is weird in your stomach, something bad? Why? This is your crush but the words they're saying aren't as romantic as you were hoping for. Almost like, they were calculating the outcome and planned it beforehand... probably in a scary manner? You guys haven't talked and they already know what's your type in a partner.*

"I almost forgot to give you an affirmative answer!"

*They took a deep breath and looking at you with those heart swelling eyes.*

"I like you as well, y/n. Before we be official..."

*They grab your phone out of your pocket before you can react to them saying "yes" to your unfinished confession.*

"Password, please. Since you are following me on social media, Iet me unfollow the people on your phone that I don't want you talking to."

"Hold up! You're moving too fast-"

"A relationship needs to be built on trust. Why would you talk to anybody when you're about to enter a talking stage?"

*You were silent for a minute when hearing that, they got a good point but this is too fast for you to take in what's happening right now.*

"Okay, my password is ____"

*They typed in the password and smiled at your honesty for giving them the password without fighting for it.*

"Who are you blocking? Don't block my friends..."

*You see how their fingers are moving and how they are looking at every profile with disapproval before pressing down the block button.*

"I'm just blocking the people I don't want you talking to..."

"Why?"

"Simple, I don't like them. If your friends tell you the people that they don't like, would you follow them?"

"No..."

"Exactly."

*They turns your phone off before giving it back to you. You didn't see who they blocked. The fact they went through your follower list and memorized which one to block if they ever has a hold of your phone.*

"Now, go back to class. I don't want you to be in any more trouble after losing most of your class time."

*You took the phone out of their hand and put it in your pocket again.*

"Bye, y/n. You better not unblock them...I love you!"

*Their classmate saw them outside through the window door and opened it before they could knock. They waved at you before walking into their class.*

"Love you too..?"

*What you just experienced was totally unexpected and now you're just stunned to be in a relationship that easy and fast.*

[popsicle-parfait]

I just had the wildest idea run through my head

Imagine a yandere shape shifter that's so obsessed with you that they refuse to change into anything else but you. They've been going around as your body for so long that you wouldn't even know what they look like anymore, it's like looking through a mirror, a very debauched mirror. Every time a hand brushes against your thigh you're met with your lustful twin, every pant of breath is a mockery of your own, you didn't even know you could contort your face the way they did. When skin touches skin you're one entity, the same person and yet not, all that's left is the smell of endless lust in the air. You have to understand dear reader, they simply can't part from you, losing this form of yours is like losing a piece of themselves; they would go mad without this connection you two have formed. If such a thing were to happen they just might... Fall apart.

[yandereforme]

how would the yandere bat fam react to y/n having meltdowns (e.g kicking and screaming and sobbing ect)

TW: mentions of self harm and meltdowns, sedatives,

That depends entirely on why.

If it’s because of something like the hot and cold treatment, and you throwing their treatment back in their face? Then they will be a lot more patient than if you wanted to leave.

Bruce won’t react outwardly. On the inside? He’s beating himself up for everything he’s put you through. He feels like a failure, and will try to compensate with gifts and attention. He can’t fix the past, but he can make sure he doesn’t do it again. If you are a danger to yourself? He will try to talk you down, but if he can’t, he will knock you out. You will be on suicide watch until he thinks he can trust you again.

Dick will feel guilty regardless, and the only way he will step in is if you are in danger of hurting yourself. He’s angry at himself, you needed him! You are obviously acting out just like he did! Get ready to be infantilized to the extreme, and not have any alone time to yourself for a while. If you hurt yourself, she will be worse. Do you want be allowed to even stand, he will carry you from place to place. He didn’t do anything for you then, so he’s going to do everything for you now.

Jason will take it all without complaint. He knows he messed up and he will take the punishment. You need yo get it out of your system. If you are in any danger of hurting yourself, he will stop it in a second though. You can hurt him, but you will never be allowed to hurt yourself.

Tim won’t take anything you say as anything more than hysteria. He’s such a delusional yandere that he’s genuinely confused as to why you are doing this. Hewill get you any comfort items you have, but he will not know what to say, and may end up setting you off again. The second you are in danger of hurting yourself though? He will knock you out without hesitation.

Damian will flounder. He has no idea what to do, since this will be the first time he sees you like this. He will most likely just let you go through it, silently standing by, and will bring you water and food that he knows you enjoy once you stop. If you start hurting yourself, he will instinctively stop you. He’ll probably restrain you, and talk to you like a spooked animal. I can honestly see him being the best with you when you’re like that.

If you were having a meltdown about wanting to leave the manner, they will do the same things, but be a lot less guilty and a lot more firm. You almost died the last time you left. You aren’t allowed to leave. They have to make up for what they’ve done to you. Also, Damien will definitely sedate you if he thinks you want to leave.

You wanted this love for so long. You’ve got it now. They love you. Now be a good sibling/kid, and don’t try to leave. It’s too dangerous for you outside. They are giving you everything you wanted and will buy you whatever you’d like. You just have to stay with them. 

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