#yandere battle tendency

[thornybubbles]

All I Ever Wanted: Yandere Santana x Reader

Note: I used a different method for writing this story than I normally do. I used a picker wheel to randomly choose a prompt from a list of Yandere Prompts from Tumblr and a list of JoJo characters I haven’t written for yet. The winning character was Santana and the winning prompt was “Yandere saves Darling’s life”. I may use this method again in the future. 

Santana first encountered you when you snuck into the German base to aid Joseph in rescuing Speedwagon. He could not take his eyes off of you as you tended to the old man while Joseph tried to gain his attention with his buffoonery. Nothing the young Joestar said or did could pull Santana’s gaze from you as you spoke words of comfort to the frightened Speedwagon. The old man scolded you for tagging along with Joseph on such a dangerous mission, but he was relieved to have you there nonetheless. Watching you coddle the old man stirred something in Santana that he never felt before. Santana never considered humans to be especially attractive before, but there was something about you that lured him in. Maybe it was the gentle look in your eyes as you checked the old man over? Maybe it was the loving words you used as you spoke to him?

Santana found himself growing jealous over the attention the old man was getting from you. For him, affection was few and far between and usually limited to a half-hearted head pat from Kars or Esidesi whenever he did as he was told. As he got older though, they started to treat him less like kin and more like a pet. During training, he found himself unable to achieve the same kind of results that Wammu could, and Kars became increasingly frustrated with him. He once warned him that if he did not catch up with the rest of them, then he would be left behind. When he woke up thousands of years later and found himself alone, he knew that he’d been abandoned. 

He fully intended to take all of his grief and anger out on every single human he came across, but seeing you, he decided to make an exception. Though anger began to simmer in him as he watched you with the old man. You hadn’t even looked at him when you came in. Did you have any idea how stupid it was to blunder into enemy territory and not be on guard? He could have killed you a thousand times over before you even made eye contact with him! Why were you wasting time with that old man when you should be paying attention to him?! Santana side-stepped Joseph, who was incessantly tapping his nose and saying ridiculous things, and began to advance on you and Speedwagon.

Your back was turned to the Pillarman. You were too busy trying to release Speedwagon from his restraints to notice as Santana drew ever closer to you. He was strangely quiet for someone so large. It wasn’t until Speedwagon’s horrified gaze locked on something behind you did you turn around and find yourself face to face with the Pillarman. You gasped and instinctively put yourself between Santana and the old man, trying to shield Speedwagon from the brute. Santana just stared down at you with an unreadable expression while Speedwagon begged for you to get away. 

Slowly, Santana reached out for you, his massive hand looking like it was about to clamp down on your head. 

“Don’t ignore me, you prehistoric prick!” shouted Joseph. 

He placed a hand on Santana’s shoulder, trying to annoy the Pillarman enough that he would forget about whatever he was planning to do to you. When Santana didn’t react, Joseph sent a jolt of Ripple energy into the flesh of his shoulder to get the point across. It certainly worked because Santana’s eye twitched and the corner of his mouth turned up into a slight snarl. His shoulder sizzled from the attack but was already healing itself. Santana slowly turned to face Joseph who was bouncing from foot to foot holding his fists up as if he were in a boxing ring. 

“That’s what you get for treating me like I’m just a mosquito flying around your ear!” Joseph said, grinning obnoxiously. 

Santana was giving him a blank look but you could practically feel the rage boiling off of him. Before anything else could happen, though, the sound of several booted feet stomped up the corridor and a troop of German soldiers burst into the room. They lined up on either side of a very confused Joseph and took aim at Santana. Who the blazes were these guys? Reinforcements? From where? You thought Santana had killed all the soldiers in the base! You didn’t think much more about it because you realized that while the Germans had their guns locked on Santana, you and Speedwagon were right behind him. If they fired on the Pillarman, they would take you and the old man out, too! Joseph must have realized the same thing because he was already trying to wrestle the gun out of one of the soldiers hands. The others ignored Joseph’s antics  and you heard someone yell, “FIRE!” 

Thinking quickly you knocked Speedwagon out of the wheelchair and onto the floor where he would be out of range of the gunfire. Seconds later you found yourself swept up in a pair of muscular arms and held to an equally muscular chest. Thinking that it was Joseph that held you, you screamed as you felt the bullets tear into him. Over the racket you heard both Speedwagon and Joseph call your name. That’s when you realized that it wasn’t Joseph that had you in his grasp. You looked up and actually felt the blood drain from your face. Staring down at you with impassive red eyes was Santana. You felt your arms and legs draw up against your body in terror. You tried to speak, working your jaw and tongue to get words out, wanting to demand or even beg him not to kill you, but you could only manage to emit squeaks of fright. 

You became vaguely aware of the sound of JoJo fighting with the soldiers and more gunfire. He was angry with them for nearly killing you and Speedwagon. 

“What kind of morons just burst into a room and start shooting?!” He shouted as he kicked one of them in the back of the head, knocking off his helmet and sending the soldier to dreamland. It was only then that he spotted you in the arms of the Pillarman and froze, eyes widening in horror. 

“My God! Joseph! That monster has her!” Speedwagon spoke up. He, too, only just now realized what was happening. 

Seeing that JoJo had stopped attacking them, the soldiers returned their attention to Santana once more taking aim. You gasped and squinted your eyes closed, not wanting to see your demise coming. Joseph prepared to send a Hamon-fueled kick to the ground under the soldiers feet to knock them off balance but he never got the chance. Santana readjusted you so that he was cradling you with one arm. He raised his free arm upwards towards the soldiers, spreading his fingers at weird angles. Just like he had before, he used the bullets that had been absorbed into his body to return fire. Each bullet shot from his fingertips hit its mark, embedding itself into the heads of each of the soldiers. Not even the ones that Joseph knocked out were spared. Only Joseph remained unscathed. He looked around himself in confusion, wondering why he didn’t get shot, too. Santana lowered his arm, readjusting you in his hold once more. He glared at Joseph the entire time. He only spared him because he had unfinished business with the upstart primitive, but he could take care of that later. Joseph had gotten over his confusion and was now glaring back at Santana with equal ferocity. 

“Put my friend down right now!” He demanded, pointing a finger at the ground as if to show exactly where he wanted Santana to place you. 

The Pillarman’s lips pulled away from his teeth in a snarl and he made a noise that sounded like a cross between a snake’s hiss and a dog’s growl. Joseph had the audacity to growl back at him, an action that you would have thought funny if it weren’t for the situation you were in. Santana moved slightly and Joseph seemed to know immediately what he was planning. 

“Don’t you dare!” he warned the Pillarman. 

Santana hissed/growled at him again, before suddenly taking off down the corridor that the German troops had just come from. The action took Joseph off guard. He was expecting the Pillarman to try to harm you in some way, not run off with you! 

“JoJo! Stop him!” cried Speedwagon from where he still lay on the floor. 

That was all he needed to snap out of his shocked state and into action. He took off down the corridor at full speed, desperately trying to catch up with Santana. The Pillarman’s powerful legs let him run far faster than any human though, and he was constantly maneuvering out of Joseph’s grasp as he tried to snatch you away from him. Santana went so far as to run along the walls and at some point, you even found yourself upside down as Santana began running on the very ceiling. 

“Get down here, you cheater!” Joseph yelled up at him. 

Joseph’s vision was suddenly obstructed as a green cloth fluttered down on top of him. During his escape from the observation lab, Santana grabbed a shirt off of one of the dead soldiers. While he and Joseph were glaring each other down, Santana had spotted a map of the base among the scattered files and papers that littered the ground after his earlier rampage. He only needed to glance at it once in order to commit it to memory. When he knew that he was coming upon an intersection, he waited for just the right moment to drop the shirt down on Joseph, obscuring his view as he darted off down the corridor that he knew led to some maintenance tunnels. 

Joseph snatched the bloodstained shirt off of himself. He let out an angry shout when he realized that Santana had evaded him. That freak was a lot smarter than he seemed. There were three passages he could’ve taken: straight ahead, right, or left. He obviously didn’t keep going straight or Joseph would still be able to see him. So that left either the left or the right. Joseph debated on which way to go for a moment. In comics, the bad guys almost always take the left passage to get away from the good guys. Maybe that was the case in real life, too? He growled in frustration. He didn’t have anything else to go on, so left passage it was. He ran down the passage calling your name, hoping that the monster hadn’t hurt you. Unfortunately, real life isn’t like comic books and Santana had taken the right passage.  

You were grateful when Santana began running upright again. Being upside down for so long was starting to give you a headache. You lost sight of Joseph hours ago. You tried calling out for him once, but Santana gave you such a glare that the words died on your tongue from sheer fright. But you were beginning to wonder just how long this damned corridor was. And just how long could this guy run? He’d been running for a while now and wasn’t even breathing hard! 

Santana darted down a flight of stairs that seemed to lead to a basement and storage area. He slowed down to a normal walk and began searching for something. Finally he came to a set of chained up doors with a lot of writing around it. You couldn’t read German so you had no clue what it said. He pulled the doors open, snapping the chains as if they were made of paper. He then stepped inside of the room and closed the doors behind him. The lighting inside of the room was dim, but you could make out the shapes of a desk and some machines that you didn’t recognize. Santana walked to a corner of the room and plopped down on the ground, hiding in the shadows. He held you in his lap and stared at the doors, watching to see if JoJo would burst through them at any moment. After a moment, you felt him relax and he let out a quiet sigh. Then, he turned his gaze on you. 

The dim light made him look especially eerie and you noted that his red eyes seemed to have a bit of a glow to them. 

“Uh… hi…” you said awkwardly. 

“You did not thank me.” 

You blinked up at him. You had only heard him say one or two word sentences before, and usually he only seemed to repeat what others said to him. He may have said something to JoJo before, but you were too busy worrying about Speedwagon to pay much attention. 

“Thank me properly.” he said. His voice was quiet and calm, but you could definitely hear the demand in it when he said that. 

“I… what? W-what do you w-want me to d-do?” You stammered. “I don’t even know w-what I’m t-thanking you for.” 

Santana gave you an insulted look. 

“I saved your life.” he stated in a gruff, clipped tone. “The other humans would have killed you. I prevented it. Now thank me properly.” 

Oh well, now you’ve made him angry. 

“Thank you…?” You said lamely, not sure what he wanted. 

Santana huffed and rolled his eyes. You were unfortunately as thick-skulled at any other human, in spite of your kind, gentle nature. You would have to be trained apparently. He grabbed your hand, causing you to flinch. He then guided your hand to the top of his head and moved your hand around in a motion that made it seem like you were ruffling his hair. Once or twice your palm scraped against the two small horns that jutted from his skull causing you to wince. You were surprised at how soft his hair was though. For someone that came from a time when hair care products weren’t exactly readily available yet, it seemed very healthy. After a while, he let your hand go but made sure you kept rubbing his head. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into your hand. The action caused you to blush. 

Stop. Bad guys are not supposed to be cute. You mentally scolded yourself. 

After a few minutes of rubbing the top of his head, you were starting to feel a little awkward. 

“Okay… good Aztec Demi-God…” you said in a nervous tone and slowly pulled your hand away from his hair. When he didn’t immediately force you to start petting him again, you relaxed a little. 

“I guess it’s safe to assume that you aren’t going to kill me then?” you asked, feeling a little braver. 

Santana shook his head. 

“No.” he said, a sleepy look in his eyes. 

You glanced down at the floor longingly. 

“Any chance of you putting me down?” You asked, feeling brave enough to push your luck. 

Instantly, the sleepy look was gone from his eyes and he tightened his hold on you. 

“NO!” he all but roared. 

You cringed in his hold and didn’t say anything else. 

Well it was worth a shot. You really hoped JoJo found you soon, before this situation got any more uncomfortable.

[sl33paholics]

Once Upon An Us

This new series I'm currently starting is a current passion project of mine. I really want to show my baby boy Santana some love (since you rarely see him mentioned in anything on here or at all). This series will be updated every Friday. Almost everything in here is fiction (yes, including the names of places n tribes n whatnot). Refer to this post here to see the jist. Other than that, enjoy :P

Chapter One here

Prologue.

In the heart of the dense, emerald-hued rainforest of Narroranna, the rhythmic pulse of tribal drums echoes through ancient banyan trees. The Bright Arrow Horde, stewards of nature's secrets, gathers beneath the celestial hood. As the elders weave tales of ancestors who communed with spirits and danced with the elements, a shadow falls upon the horizon. Unseen forces stir, challenging the delicate balance between tradition and an encroaching modern world. Little do the people realize that the choices they make will shape the destiny not only of their tribe but also the delicate tapestry of the natural world they call home.

The elders, their weathered faces etched with wisdom, recount tales of the first Bright Arrow, an ancient warrior said to have harnessed the lightning's fury and spoken to the spirits of the forest. As the tribe listens, the youngest among them, Y/N, felt an arm snake its way around her shoulder. She turned to find her father, Karey. "My little star," he murmured. Her skin prickled as if electricity crackled beneath his touch. "These stories have been passed down to generation to generation. The Great Ancestors have blessed our tribe." His words were meant for her ears alone, but she knew it was meant for all of the Bright Arrow.

As the elders started their chant around the fire, their tones got more urgent, the air charged. They spoke in voices like thunder. Y/N strained to understand, but every word seemed drowned out by an ocean of sound. Staring into the flames, she saw sparks shoot up from the wood, lighting the shadows dancing on the walls. It felt like something had crawled up from the depths below, crawling toward her, until she felt the weight of another presence hovering over her head.

Y/N tightly gripped onto her father's arm. He looked down at her, concerned. "Are you well?" She shook her head. "What are you seeing?" Another shake of her head. He held her tighter. "Do you want to leave?" She nodded. He smiled sadly, squeezing her hand. "Then stay close to me." Karey took Y/N out of the circle of elders and led her outside.

The night sky was blanketed with a thick layer of clouds. A sharp breeze whistled past, sending droplets of water flying into the darkness. Y/N and her father sat next to each other on a fallen log by the shore. Y/N wrapped her arms around her legs, hugging them tight. "Father," she whispered. "What's happening inside?" He reached out and touched her face gently. "You don't need to worry about it right now, my star." Y/N looked away. "You're young... you're only 14 years old, my little star. You'll get older and wiser and be able to see things much differently than your peers." His gentle smile made Y/N feel so safe. She didn't know what to say. "For now, you should focus on your studies and learning how to hunt and grow crops..." He paused.

"And finding love."

"Love?" Y/N asked.

"Yes. Love is what keeps family strong. It makes us stronger, too. And one day when you're older, you'll know how true it is." Y/N looked away and bit her lip. She'd never thought of it that way. But the truth seemed obvious now. Father was right. Y/N would know the answer soon enough.

It's been nine years.

Y/N walked past the circle alongside her mother, Nayeli. She heard her mother let out a huff as she continued down the path. "I remember those days," her mother spoke quietly.

"You around circle with those other children many moons ago, oh my, how time flies," Her mother said with a chuckle. "Now you're all grown up." Y/N nodded in agreement with her mother's statement, but there was no denying the truth behind it. In fact, she felt quite grown up herself now, at twenty-three years old, but Y/N's mind was consumed by thoughts of the future, of where she was going next, what life would be like when she wasn't surrounded by the people she grew up with. Even thinking about love had never really occurred to her.

She followed her mother down a small hill that overlooked the village. "Mother," Y/N said tentatively. "Will I meet anyone special someday? Someone special enough to marry?" Her mother stopped walking. The wind blew harder, causing her dark hair to whip against her face. She pulled it back with her fingers before answering. "There is someone." Y/N swallowed hard. Why was this such a big deal to her mother, anyway? "Who is he?" Y/N asked. Her mother sighed. "That is why we've waited so long. We wanted to tell you first. He comes from a noble family."

Y/N couldn't help but stay silent throughout the rest of the walk 'a noble family...?' just hearing that made her heart thumped hard in her chest. Upon entering the wigwam, she saw her father across a man and a much more middle-aged male.

Their eyes met, and the moment stretched out for Y/N. Suddenly, the room felt small, suffocatingly hot.

Soon, the three were now sitting in front of the two men.

Their heads bowed forward in respect, waiting for a reaction from the two. "Y/N, this is Chief Alo of The Golden Ribbon Children and his son, Kele."

Y/N smiled politely, offering a small bow. The younger male grunted and crossed his arms as if to refuse the offer of introductions. Y/N was relieved. It felt awkward. She wasn't used to being around people her own age. "We've been told out of many of the women he's introduced to his son, none of them seemed to suit him," her mother said, "but Kele has agreed to accept you as his wife. We've given you the proper ceremony."

Kele glared at Y/N. His dark brown eyes looked almost black. For some reason, that irked her. How dare he look at her that way? She glanced up at her father. He stared back, unblinking. She swallowed hard, hoping her nervousness wouldn't show through her expression. "When exactly are these ceremonies, Chief Alo?" she asked.

Chief Alo chuckled. "Well, you mustn't be too impatient. There's nothing wrong with a few more cycles to settle down, you know." Kele shot him a dirty look. Y/N fought off a smile. Her mother cleared her throat. "Perhaps give us two months? That sounds fair, yes?"

Y/N nodded slowly. Two months sounded good. It was better than being married to a stranger. She would have to learn to live with Kele, after all.

After all of the conversation and arraignment, they said their goodbyes and left. Y/N sat there in silence beside her father. Neither had anything else to say. Eventually, she broke the silence. "I don't think I could go through with this, father." Her voice wavered with emotion. "I mean, marrying a stranger? You told me nine years ago that I should find the one that suits me best. An arranged marriage? How could you and mother do this behind my back...?" Her words tumbled out quickly, spilling forth from deep within her soul. Her father's face softened. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, child. This was bound to happen someday. The Great Ancestors have brought this upon us."

"How can you be so sure?" she cried. Her father hesitated. He stared off into the distance. When he finally spoke, his voice seemed far away. "Because I'm sure that this will bring great happiness to our tribe, to you and your siblings. This will be a blessing." He squeezed her shoulder. "A blessing? To be married off to someone I don't even know? What sort of blessing is this?" Tears started streaming down her cheeks. She tried to hold them back, but she was helpless, sobbing uncontrollably, not noticing as her father wrapped his arms around her.

She hoped that soon things would fall apart.

[dilfartist]

Unexpected

Pairing: Yandere bully Joseph x chubby reader

Trigger warnings: bullying (obviously), fat-shaming, sexism, abuse, misogyny.

Disclaimer: my yandere stories are not meant to be Romantic, they are made for horror. I do not condone any yandere behavior in real life.

Staring out the window, you watch as the autumn leaves part from the tree branches onto the ground. You tune out the monotone voice of your teacher, not seeing a need to listen to the lesson; It wouldn't be used later in life anyways. Your eyes drift away from the scenery outside the window to the medium-sized clock above the chalkboard. One-thirty, the period is nearly done.

Not wanting your time to be wasted by the teacher, you raise your hand. The teacher says your name, authorizing you to speak your mind, “Sir, class is almost over.”

The teacher looks surprised. He takes a peek at the clock, “ah, I guess you're right. Okay, class let's wrap up for today. I wouldn't want for us to be late for the assembly.”

You grimace at the mention of the assembly. Usually, you didn't mind assemblies, they lasted till the end of the day and you didn't have to do any work. However, this time was different. You weren't a fan of attending an assembly that idolized your tormentor.

Excpeallly when most of the school - if not all - knew about the bullying. Classmates encouraged the behavior and Teachers simply ignored the situation completely. Telling the principal wasn't going to solve anything due to the fact he was your bully’s uncle.

The bell rings, allowing the students to transition to their next class. “Class dismissed! Remember everyone; page thirty-four is due Monday. I will not accept it after Monday.” the class groans in unison.

The students already knew where to head. Most of the school had been excitedly waiting for this part of the day.

You sigh, following your classmates to exit the classroom. You walked through the halls, decorated head to toe with school pride.

It was no secret your high school thought highly of itself. Robert E. O. Speedwagon - also known for owning the Speedwagon foundation- built and maintained the high school since 1900. Hamon high school was the first school that didn't require money to attend, which is why so many students went to the school. The school also had the best food, teachers, and classes.

You loved Hamon high school at first, but now you felt dread every time you entered those school doors. Uncertain if Joseph was awaiting your arrival or not.

You never understood the reason randomly began to make your life a living hell. You had two theories; either Joseph decided to start for the fun of it or he still had a grudge against you because of your first interaction.

Twelve o'clock, lunchtime. You are your lunch on a bench underneath a large weeping willow. You read silently whilst enjoying the lunch you made yourself the night before. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as the group of popular kids snicker and whisper to each other, glancing back at you. You could identify each one of them in the group.

The tall, built brunette was Joseph Joestar: a well-known obnoxious cheater Jock. The class clown that wastes everyone's time in class by goofing off to the point you're left with extra homework. The asshole that cheats on every woman he’s been in a relationship with. The guy who can't take anything seriously. The nephew of the owner of the school. Gym coach Lisa Lisa’s son. The boy every girl wants.

The tall, muscular sunflower blonde male Ceasar Zeppeli: a big-time playboy. The guy who has been in almost every girl’s pants. The man who has sex with you only to forget who you are the next day. The Italian foreign exchange student everyone in the school wants a taste of.

The most popular cheerleaders: Suzi Q, Alice, and Doris. You knew them well since Alice and Doris often made fun of you. Suzi Q on the other hand was nothing but an angel. You knew whatever they had planned, Suzi didn't agree with. Suzi would attempt to help you to her best ability so you didn't worry much.

You roll your eyes: You knew what they were planning. You watched as Joseph turned from the group and walked his way over to you.

Joseph stood in front of you, hands in his varsity jacket, a smirk present on his lip. “You’re y/n, right?” he takes one hand out of his jacket pocket to point at you.

“Yes, can I help you?” you ask, eyes not shifting from the page of the book.

“It's rather rude of you not to give me your full attention.” crossing his arms, Joseph pouts akin to a petulant child. “Don't you have any manners?”

Closing the book, you stared back into Joseph's eyes. “I could ask the same. I know you’re just here to mess with me.”

Joseph positions a hand on his chest in an offended manner, “What makes you think I'd do such a thing to you? You have no reason to believe I've come here to mess with you.”

You had numerous reasons actually.

“You’re right, I'm sorry. What did you come here to ask me?”

“Go on a date with me.” Joseph’s lips curled into a grin, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “My treat.”

You were never the type to lose your temper on a stranger, yet, you felt your patience wearing thin at a quick pace; to the point, that you could hit Joseph.

“You think I'm that dumb I'd fall for a dumb prank?” irritation caused shaking your voice. Joseph seemed amused by your anger, his smile never falling but instead growing. “You don't think I haven't heard you making fun of big-sized girls? Or I haven't seen you publicly humiliate girls my size and laugh in their faces after telling them it was all a joke. Well, you won't be laughing in my face or humiliating me.”

You stood up and grabbed your book. Glancing at the group behind Joseph, they seemed dumbfounded to see Joseph getting told off. You were positive they’ve never seen anyone talk to Joseph this way besides Caesar. Your gaze is back to the giant man towering over your form. Joseph isn't fazed by your anger one bit, staring at you with a blank, unreadable, expression.

Though you were absolutely terrified of the tall man in front of you, you swallowed your fear and proceeded with your rant. “I don't understand what girls see in you, your nothing but a dickhead.”

From what you remembered, you walked away leaving Joseph by himself. The rest of the day went on like normal and you had simply forgotten about the whole ordeal. Joseph would take it upon himself to remind you the next day.

Perhaps you wounded his pride. Joseph must have been embarrassed to be rejected by someone whom he considers to be unattractive. It was the only motive you could come up with. You became Joseph’s main target after the exchange, which confirmed your theory.

Your musing was interrupted by the sound of the intercom. “All Students report to the gymnasium. I repeat, all students report to the gymnasium.”

Students talked loudly throughout the hallways as they made their way to the gymnasium. You separated from the crowd, striding towards the women’s restroom. You quickly open the bathroom door and enter before anyone could identify you. The last thing you needed was someone ratting you out to Joseph.

You saunter over to the bathroom mirrors, listening to the students bickering slowly disappearing down the halls. All students and teachers should be at the gymnasium, leaving you by yourself. You gazed into the mirror, taking in your appearance. You huffed in annoyance, disgusted at the way you looked.

Today you decided to wear one of the ugliest red dresses you owned. You hated wearing these clothes, then again you didn't want another one of your favorite dresses being ruined by Joseph.

You remember the last time you wore one of your prettiest dresses to school. The dress was rose pink, with three black buttons on the front, white frills on the bottom, and a black bow wrapped around the midsection. You adored that dress. Unfortunately, Joseph didn't seem to like you being happy. On picture day -when you decide it would be a perfect idea to wear the dress-, Joseph dumped milk on your head, not only ruining your dress but your hair and makeup as well.

You had to wait a month and a half to retake your picture.

You wanted nothing more than to smack Joseph silly, but you stopped yourself from doing so. You weren't sure if Joseph would hit you back or not. And you weren't going to take that chance.

The abrupt sound of heavy footfalls inching closer to the bathroom door startles you. Your eyes dart to the door. A shadow grows bigger and bigger as it comes closer to the bathroom door. You feel your heart beating in your throat, palms coming to be sweaty in a matter of minutes. If the staff found out you skipped the assembly, they’d punish you terribly. You just prayed it wasn't Coach Lisa Lisa. She was the worst when it came to punishments.

Instinctively, you rushed to the last bathroom stall. Once inside you locked the door, then quickly hopped onto the closed toilet lid with your knees to your chest.

You close your eyes idly. You heard the door click open, whining as it opened. You hold two hands against your lips and nose, silencing your anxiety. You feel your heart hammering In your chest when the door shuts close.

The hefty footsteps moving into the bathroom sounded too heavy to be a female’s.

“Oh, piggy! I know you’re in here. Why not come out, I want to see you,” A boyish male voice calls out. Your eyes widen, and the feeling of overwhelming dread grows in the pit of your stomach.

You stayed in place, other than hugging yourself tighter you did not move one muscle.

Joseph is amused by your disobedience. You can tell he knows where you’re hiding, he only wants to play with you. “I see what you’re trying to do, Y/n. Playing hide and seek, are we? Well, I guess I'll play along.”

Joseph approaches the door to the first stall and slams it open with a loud whack. You flinch. The force of impact is strong enough to send vibrations to the other stalls.

“Here!? No.”

He repeats with the second door, getting closer.

“What about here?! Not here either.”

Again, he repeats his last action on the third stall door.

“I feel like I'm getting closer!”Joseph announces in amusement.”

Joseph stands in front of your stall, his sneakers facing you. Before he tries to slam the door open, you weakly announce your presence, voice shaking with trepidation, “I'm here. If you back away I promise I'll come out.” Joseph takes his sweet time backing away, creating enough space where you felt comfortable stepping out.

You unhurriedly stand on your feet, the toilet lid speaking beneath you. Before you get any closer to the door, you peer through the crack of the stall door. Joseph is staring at you, waiting for you to open the door.

You deliberately unlock the door, sliding the lock ever so slowly. You take a shaky breath, pondering what Joseph planned to do with you. Pushing the door open, you exit the stal. Joseph watches you like a lion watching its prey. Joseph’s eyes are unmoving, a smirk appearing on his lips. ”I was worried you didn't come to school today. It's always so boring when I can't have my fun with you.”

You grit your teeth. “Why do you have to be such a dick all the time, Joseph?” you snap.

“Because your reactions always amuse me. Fat girls like you are always so easy to messy with; one negative comment on your weight and you're crying me a river. Its pathetic really.”

You’ve never cried in front of Joseph. Once or twice you went to the bathroom to cry if what he had said was that hurtful.

You scoff, “You have never heard me cry because of your dumb words.”

Joseph’s left eyebrow raises, “Oh really?” he chuckles, “You’re lying. I've followed you numerous times and I've eavesdropped on you balling your eyes out in the bathroom. Try again, sweetheart.”

Feed up with Joseph, you attempted to run past him in an endeavor to escape. Joseph simply grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back, laughing as you squirmed in his hold. When all attempts of leaving his grasp turned futile, you began to sob tears of anger. “What the fuck do you want from me, Joseph? So what I hurt your pride by rejecting you, that doesn't mean you abuse me for it!”

“It's so much more than that.”

“I don't care what the other reason is! I can't wait until next month so I won't have to deal with your bullshit anymore!”

Joseph grabs your body and positions it to where you can see each other. His face is full of confusion, “what are talking about? Joseph asked incredulously.

You smile wickedly, for once Joseph hasn't guessed your next line. “I’ll be moving next month. I can finally start over again. I’ll have a new reputation, new friends, and hell maybe ill even score a boyfriend.”

Joseph’s puzzled expression unexpectedly shifts into one of fury. Joseph’s eyebrows scrunch, his lip forms into a scowl, and you can hear his breathing become unsteady. Joseph shoves you into the bathroom wall. Full-on sobbing in pain from the result of hitting the wall; you held your head in your hands, the intolerable pain could only be described as a headache but ten times worse. You leaned against the wall for support, eyeing Joseph with bleary eyes as he started to walk towards you.

Joseph pointed his index finger at you as he spoke, “You better learn to love me back. you know why? Because nobody else will ever love you- so you’re stuck with me.” Joseph fumed. Joseph crouches to your level, glaring down at you.

“What?” you whimpered in puzzlement.

“You want to know the reason I target you so much, Y/n? It’s because I want you all to myself and it irritates me. Truth is, I find girls like you sexy. Of course, I'd never say it out loud.” He let out a short-lived laugh before continuing.

“I enjoy your curves, your chubby cheeks, and God don't even get me started on your thighs. But most importantly, Y/n, I've always been interested in you. Ever since eighth grade. I would be damned if I allowed you to date a man who isn't myself.”

Joseph dips his head down to where he can whisper in your ear. “No matter where you run off to, I will always find you. I won't stop until you are mine, Y/n L/n”

[theunderneath]

jbba yandere art of all of part 1 and the pillar men. This comes from my book Darling Dearest on Wattpad. Sorry no Santana yet.

[the-illiterate-pirate]

JoJo Masterlist

* = Nsfw

° = Angst

× = Yandere

≈ = Family fic

© = Crack fic

Robert Speedwagon

• If I Was Your Vampire

Dio Brando

• In Due Time°

• Shame on the Night*

Joseph Joestar

• In-A-Godda-Da-Vidda°

Caesar Zeppeli

• In-A-Godda-Da-Vidda°

Pillarmen

• Pillow Talk

• Coddling Santana and Wamuu (HCs)

• Pillarmen with a child "hostage" (HCs)

Wamuu

• Love Machine*

Crusaders

• Them falling in love (HCs)

• Singing "Tequila" on karaoke night (HCs)

Jotaro Kujo

• One Shot, 2 Shot ©

• Bring on the Night*

• Feel Good Inc.

Mohammed Avdol

• Burnin' for You

Terence D'Arby

• Holding on to You*

Josuke Higashikata

• Don't Stop Me Now

Rohan Kishibe

• Finding out their S/o is pregnant (HCs)

Akira Otoishi

• Pepper

Hayato Kawajiri

• A Little Bit Off Today ≈

Yoshikage Kira

• Beggin'*

• Modern Love*

Guido Mista

• Looking for a Kiss*

La Squadra

• Japanese Mythology HCs

• Seducing La Squadra* (HCs)

• NSFW headcanons*

• No Rest for the Wicked AU HCs

Melone

• Him with your pet tortoise (HCs)

Diavolo / Vinegar Doppio

• Head Like a Hole, Ch. 1

Weather Report

• Selkie out of Water, Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4

• Dancing in the Moonlight

• Canned Heat

• Electric Love ×

• Dad Report ≈

• Dreams of a Samurai*

• Cold as Ice

• What's New Pussycat*

• Finding out their S/o is pregnant (HCs)

• S/o is on their period (HCs)

Emporio Alnino

• Thank You (for sending me an angel) ≈

Narciso Anasui

• Dating HCs

• S/o is on their period (HCs)

Jotaro Kujo

• Drive*

Enrico Pucci

• Fallen Angel*

• Lady in Red*

• My Light*

• Saints an' Sinners*

• Take Me to Church*

• That's Life

• Finding out their S/o is pregnant (HCs)

• S/o on their period (HCs)

Johngali A.

• White Room*

Thunder McQueen

• SFW & NSFW HCs*

• (You) Shook Me All Night Long*

D an G

• SFW & NSFW HCs*

Donatello Versace

• To Heal*

Perla Pucci

• General platonic HCs

Gyro Zeppeli

• Hayloft*

• Hayloft II*

• Kickstart My Heart*

• Whole Lotta Love*

Diego Brando

• Moonage Daydream*

Sandman

• Tell Him That His Lonesome Nights Are Over, Pt. 1 || Pt. 2*

Mountain Tim

• Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)*

Funny Valentine

• Cupid's Chokehold ×

Oyecomova

• Oye Cómo Va*

Blackmore

• I Surrender*

• Twisted Nerve ch. 1

D-I-S-C-O

• Dating HCs*

Josefumi Kujo

• Dating HCs (Ft. Kira)

Jobin Higashikata

• Hard Lovin' Man*

Aisho Dainenjiyama

• Keep On Loving You

Tooru

• Can't Help Falling in Love

• Bad Case of Lovin' You

• Tooru HCs* (SFW and NSFW)

• Yan!Tooru HCs*

• Doctor play with Tooru* (HCs)

• Tooru x Nurse!reader*

Paco Lovelantes

• Good Old-fashioned Lover Boy

[fabunicorn]

i am having an awful, awful, awful day. I just want to faceplant into a daddy from jojo or obey me's leggies and bawl my eyes out... fluffy comfort for the flame war my yandere started on purpose so I don't have anyone online to talk to anymore or a place to post. Its all completely orchestrated so I pay more attention to the daddies -- Dark side blog 2

Yeah I can imagine that a daddy like Kars would probably do something like that he would Eliminate any obstacles that kept you from giving him your full attention.

He’d probably used this as a chance to embarrass you “aww why so upset little one, do you need a nappy change, do you want a cuddle from your daddy.” But if you were really having a bad day with a bad brain I can imagine kars being gentler with you cuddling you more and giving you stuffed animals to cuddle and squeeze “there, there little one daddy’s here, look mr tigers here too he seems sad maybe a smile from you will cheer him up, they have healing powers you know.”

Kars uses this as a chance to bond with you he doesn’t let the others near you when your like this, he wants to become your sole comfort person

(Genuinely don’t know if this is any good but hey I tried hope you feel better soon dark)

[silvernyxchariot]

(sorry if you don't want to discuss this and it makes you feel uncomfortable :"0) Hmm, Yandere pillarmen who sense their Darling's pregnancy after grabbing them, and are annoyed at the presence of a competitor. As wild predators, they wish to get rid of someone else's planned offspring, so that after that their seed can have success on survival and subsequent pregnancy in the human body

⚠️TW/CW: yandere, kidnapping, and possessive Pillarmen⚠️

Hmm, 9 out of 10 yandere behavior. Let me get the checklist: possessive✅️, jealous✅️, and marking through impregnation✅️. Check. But these yandere are missing the kidnapping and killing their competitor portion of this scenario. Had to take marks off for that.

If these yandere Pillarmen are indeed “wild predators,” they are stalking, but where is the kidnapping? I imagine Kars or Esidisi are waiting for the most opportune moment to snatch Darling from their current life, where it would be the easiest to make Darling disappear. But alas, here they only regret not acting sooner. In the end with these two, the unnamed father will also disappear. . . in a ditch. . . in a different country. . . Probably in a different continent.

Now, remember I said something about “moral questioning” in the last ask? Yeah, Wamuu’s morality flew out the window. We can’t get it back. We don’ know where it went. He will deletus the fetus with a jab. It’s uncomfortable in Darling’s lower abdomen but not life threatening.

Santana. . . What “planned offspring”? There was no fetus conceived between Darling and their unnamed s/o to begin with. Santana kidnapped them and killed the s/o before either of them could realize what was happening. Kars and Esidisi could only sigh when they realized Santana was gone and then they saw him carry in a wriggling Darling tied up and in a bag.

10 out of 10 Darling is now probably traumatized and isolated from their previous life and if they knew about the pregnancy (it is mentioned that the offspring was planned), they are devastated at learning their future baby is now gone. But they better take care of their new planned offspring.

As a side note,

Oh my, 2-for-2. I do believe I’ve scared my dear Anon into apologizing for asking yandere asks. No worries, I try to be as open-minded as I can. Thank you for your concern though, I appreciate you voicing it. All in which makes me feel the need to make a-

Disclaimer: All my yandere writings are a work of fiction and not meant to be taken seriously. I do not condone overly possessive, jealous, abusive, obsessive, impulsive behavior, or kidnapping in real-life and relationships. You know, things that put others’ lives in danger.

[choococho]

So in the Caesar and Kars example post I mentioned the APMW AU. It took me a while to post cause I was getting the gist of it down and trying to get my thoughts together, but it's finally here.

Behold

A pillarman world AU

A pillarman world: APMW: AU where the pillarmen won, taking over the world. They are all ultimate lifeforms, this includes Santana.

The AU is split into 3 different timelines:

Rebellion: APMW.R: Joseph, Caesar, lisa lisa and her 2 helpers all die, when does this happen I haven't decided yet, tho I think it will happen somewhere after the fight with Esidisi. In this version, one of the hamon users that were killed by Straizo managed to survive but with no memories of Straizo's betrayal and the existence of the pillarmen, regaining them piece by piece throughout the time period of BT while living in a small village in Mexico, and by the time the pillarmen became ultimate life forms, he regained full memories, and decided to start teaching the capable people of that town hamon in hopes of starting an underground society to take down the pillarmen. Years later, the news had made it around the globe through rebels that work among the servants of the pillarmen, and it's getting bigger and bigger, without the pillarmen's knowledge…or maybe they do know.

Last Chance: APMW.LC: this AU is similar to that of "Rebellion", with the difference being that the red stone of aja gang is not dead, and managed to escape last second and lived underground for a while, trying to plan how to take down the newly evolved pillarmen. Straizo's student still exists and he still taught the people of the town, but the news about them and the start of the society made it to the red aja gang before making it to anyone else abroad, and because of their advanced capabilities and great strategies, their group became the main leaders of the society, and they made sure to spread their influence to people that'll benefit them and were capable enough, while also keeping tabs on people that may betray them.

In both "last chance" and "rebellion", the secret society has a system put in place to keep the stand users hidden, and hamon users are advised to not use their abilities unless necessary, and not to do it in public, as even other people can betray them.

Servitude: APMW.S: the complete hopelessness AU, no one can save humanity, all hamon users are dead, and stand users got found out in some point, leading them to be hunted by the pillarmen goons and to develop tools to tell if a child is a stand user from birth or not, and if a person developed an ability down the line, and if found out they'll be killed. Humanity is over, and it's time for the pillarmen rule.

This AU can be used for world building asks/comments etcetera, it's not really limited for x readers (most of anything I'll do won't be only for one use as I want to have maximum fun and freedom) You can use it for world building in a fic, as long as there is credit.

Also yandere asks are allowed.

I'll make a separate post for how Darling can present in this AU ( I have….many ideas to say the least).

[yachiblanca]

18+ CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Yan!Caejose x Shy!Fem!Reader

"It wouldn't hurt to try Y/N! Plus you'll be able to smack some punks out of your way when you join." Suzi said while making punches in the air, you laughed at her actions and sighed "I don't know.. what if I don't do well?" You sat on the bed while you stared at the moon outside the window. "Oh don't think of that.. you'll do well- I know miss Lisa Lisa would love to see you improve!" You turned your head to look at Suzi Q who was sitting beside you, "I- thanks Suzi.." you slightly smiled. Suzi grabbed both of your hands and held it tightly "I'll help you ask her tomorrow- don't worry! And let's continue my story now." Suzi gave you a wide smile, "Oh please this better be spooky." you giggled, "Hey! It's going to be really really spooky so be prepared!"

You were working as a maid with Suzi Q for a woman named Lisa Lisa, you had to find a job quickly because of how many times you've been rejected in job interviews. You always failed because of how yo  u were unable to speak properly, you always mentally slap yourself to toughen up but you end up stuttering with your words. That's when your best friend Suzi came to the rescue, you told her about your issues with finding a job so she offered that you'd come work with her- immediately you agreed. Having a job and at the same time being with your best friend was the best choice you'e picked.

Lisa Lisa had offered you a very huge amount of raise if you join this somewhat called Hamon training to defeat the.. Pillarmen? You really needed time to think about this, imagine of how much the stuff you could get from a high raise of cash- but what worries you was this whole Pillarmen and Hamon thing. Lisa Lisa told you to take your time which you did. It was already 1 week ever since that question had been asked, you overthinked that have you made Lisa Lisa wait too long? Without any further you decided to join the training, tomorrow was the time you tell Lisa Lisa that you're going to join.

Though she didn't tell you that you were going to be training with 2 guys...

You woke up early to make sure you could ask Lisa Lisa early enough, you washed your face and ate breakfast then wore a nice attire, you then searched for Lisa Lisa in the big mansion she lived in and you spotted her smoking a cigarette outside. You quickly went up to her and told her that you're going to be joining this training.

"Miss Lisa Lisa?" you said while walking up to her- her back faced against you, when you called her one more time she finally turned to see you.

"Oh, hello Y/N. What brings you here?" Lisa Lisa asked. You gulped the lump in your throat while your heartbeat was becoming more and more faster, god how nervous were you?

"I- I um.." You gathered all your courage to speak- you took a deep breath even though you could feel it's shaky, "About the training- I'd love to join..!" You slightly yelled at the last phrase, you covered your mouth with your hand out of shock 'I just yelled at Lisa Lisa! Oh god she's gonna kill me she's gonna-' suddenly you felt a hand placed on your shoulder- It was Lisa Lisa, her face directly smiling at you. "Glad to know you're joining, you'll get 85% more for your raise. I hope that's enough for you Y/N." Lisa Lisa spoke, you instantly smiled back at her "Yes- it's enough, thank you."

Out of nowhere you both heard two different voices shouting at a far distance, you moved your head a bit to the side to see what it was. At the distance you saw two males running up to your direction, one with brown hair with a scarf and one with blonde hair with a patterned bandana.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that both of those are my students too- they'll be training with you today." Lisa Lisa spoke, you looked at her with a very surprised expression- your heartbeat pumped louder as you watch the two males come closer, at that moment you wanted to back out. You had thought that it would be only you- unexpectingly you're going to be training with two guys now, It would've been more fine if you were training with girls..

"Th-them..?" You pointed out the two males running up, you looked at Lisa Lisa who nodded in agreement to what you said. Finally both of the males had reached the both of you- their paces slowing down as they approach both of you, "Goodmorning coach." The blonde male said. behind was the brown haired male who looked really tired- his form showing that he was clearly running out of breath, especially with the strange mask he's wearing. You wondered why he was wearing that mask. "Jojo control your breathing, you're clearly going to suffocate if you don't focus." The blonde male spoke while he crossed his arms, "Maybe if you didn't make a bet who's faster then I wouldn't be suffocating here!" The masked male growled. They both looked attractive as you saw them up close, though you didn't stare for too long- you hoped that they didn't saw you earlier.

Lisa Lisa glared at the both of the males before she speaks. "You both have a new student to be training along with you." Lisa Lisa announced. You bit your bottom lip and tried to hide behind Lisa Lisa- but she quickly moved to the side to reveal you. You stood there with wide eyes- trying your best to process what to say in front. You saw both of the males look at you which made your heart race even quicker "Hello there! You look cute- are you really going to be training with us?' The masked male spoke as he walked forward to you, but to be stopped by the shoulder from the blonde male with clear disappointment on his face "Have some manners here! You clearly never knew how to greet a lady well." The blonde male looked at you "I'm very sorry of his behavior- clearly childish as you can see." He smirked "Hey i'm not childish you-"

"I'm Caesar Zeppeli, you may call me Caesar signora." The blonde said while he gently raised one of your hand and planted his lips on the back of your hand, you immediately blushed- you felt frozen on the spot. You never experienced this type of action so you didn't know how to react, the masked male rolled his eyes "Whatever, the name's Joseph Joestar- but you can call me yours-" Caesar pinched Joseph's ear, making him whine in pain. As much as you observed you thought to yourself everything would be fine, even if the both of the males look like they have a chaotic relationship- just like Suzi said, you'll do well.

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A few days of your training you had been tired the hell out, your whole body felt sore- but as Lisa Lisa said that it was normal and that you don't have anything to worry about. The reason why you had been so sore because of how much Caesar and Joseph trained you, they made you do crazy exercises even though you were only a few days of being a beginner. You couldn't complain- you didn't have the guts to say so, what if you come out sounding rude if you did complain? Your body felt like shutting down but your mind pushed you to keep going.

Days went by Caesar and Joseph's training were getting difficult and difficult that you almost had every accident that'll lead you to injuring yourself, you thought that you were doing just fine- your body felt less sore than before but you kept slipping, tripping- you were told you lacked the body balance and that you always needed both of them by your side.

You knew both of the males were doing something on purpose to make you injure yourself- either accidentally bump on you or try to distract you with something, you tried focusing as much as you could but both of the males wouldn't stop. You wanted to complain so bad but you knew that both of them had more experience in hamon training more than you- so you had nothing to do than to be obedient. 

"Y/N Be careful! You might hurt yourself!"

"Signora you need us, without us you don't know what might happen to yourself."

They kept leading you to harm, they kept saying that you don't realize you need them both in your life and safety. Their voices were echoing inside your mind, repeating phrases that you needed them to protect you. You could barely get any good sleep because of it.

One training, one day of training. That day where you finally injured yourself- you had accidentally gave yourself a broken left arm while doing an exercise. You were doing a hand to hand combat with Caesar and he had accidentally bent your arm a little too much, you cried in pain but before tears could filled your eyes- you could see a smirk painted on both of the males faces while they were looking down at you.

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Those faces drove you mad yet scared, why would they be having that expression on their faces while you were in pain? You tried to sleep it off but failed, they both were absolute jerks who entered your life. Never went gentle on you during your first day of training and here you are with a broken left arm with a cast around it.

You had talked to Lisa Lisa about stopping your training, she apologized for the inconvenience of her 'students' and gave you a big amount of cash that you had earned during those training days, it was really a HUGE amount. It really was an unbelievable at first but you were extremely happy. But one thing was running your mind now.

Moving away.

You had a family to visit, you missed them so much- you couldn't remember the last time you saw your parents or how it felt like hugging them one last time before you could move away. You really wanted to see them badly and spend time with them.

You told about Suzi about you moving away, you didn't wanna say this to her about moving away because she's your bestfriend- but yet Suzi insisted you to go on, but you told her that you'd be keeping in touch with her while being far away with each other.

When you told about Caesar and Joseph about moving away.. that was your biggest regret. 

They both had different reactions, Joseph kept pleading you to not go as if he was going to burst into tears if you do, "Y/N Please don't go! Why would you need to see them?! Please don't-"

Caesar was clearly mad, really mad. "You don't know how much danger there is outside, don't you realize that?! You don't have anyone to protect you if you move away, there are vampires out there and you need us to eliminate them!" Caesar yelled at you, Caesar couldn't let you go away at this moment, he had to do something that will make you stay with them.

"If you go, you might end up with another broken arm Y/N."

Your heart felt like it had stopped after hearing those words, fear went under your skin making you shiver through your guts. You had to really get out of this place as quick as possible.

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You were quickly closing your suitcase- your other hand shaking as you were closing it, you could hear the footsteps come closer and closer behind the door, "Come on-  come on!" You gritted your teeth as you were struggling to close the suitcase with one hand. The doorknob turned and opened, revealing Caesar and Joseph standing by.

You had quickly hidden yourself in your closet that were still filled with a pile of old clothes, you kept your breath still and silent even though your heart felt the urge of stopping now. You were so scared, scared to be found in the room, you couldn't imagine what would happen next if they found you in the middle of attempting to escape. You could hear them both argue- they're muffled voices growing louder and louder, then you sensed that they started to search around. It was silent- they didn't seem to fully check your room, you mentally sighed in relief but you couldn't just celebrate this early. You slowly peeked out of the closet- your eyes flickering from left to right, they weren't here so you carefully opened the door and landed down on the floor with your bare feet.

The door to your room was open, you peeked out to see no one in sight, you slowly walked to the hallway silently- your ears were fully on aware for any sound. You reached the stairs and quickly went down- surprisingly yet again no one in sight. Your eyes scanned the whole room but suddenly you heard a familiar voice shouting, thankfully from your training you were fast- you reacted quickly to the voice and hid behind the stairs. 

"Y/NNNNN! Where are youuu?!" The voice you recognize was Joseph's. Your breath was shaking- you were nervous. Have they checked this spot already? Hopefully they did. 

The two males were furious and desperate to find you, they went all searching around immediately after not seeing you in your room- they had thought you already left, but they had a bit of hope that they think you're still here. How smart were they? 

"Y/N Stop playing games and come out!" Another familiar voice you heard, it was Caesar's. Shit, now there's two of them in one room searching for you. You turned your head around to look for something to be a useful escape, but when you turned around you were surprised to be face to face with a hidden door- no doorknob, it was just a simple push.

You looked inside to see there was a chest, a large fitted chest that perfectly fitted the space. You looked inside the chest to see if there was anything inside- to your surprise there wasn't, without any further you hid yourself inside the chest and closed it.

Though you did two mistakes.

One, you left your suitcase near outside from where you're hiding, two- out from all your panic- you did hide successfully, but you forgotten that the door had no door knob, you didn't close it.

It was a long moment of silence- you didn't hear their voices anymore, but in the middle of the silence you heard footsteps- two pair of footsteps coming closer, your chest felt tight, it was getting hard to breathe inside. The footsteps then stopped- it stopped somewhere near you.

You squinted your eyes- hoping this chest wasn't suspicious, but the chest lid opened- revealing bright light and two dark figures standing above you, their faces being the two males you feared. You were found.

"Well there you are! What are you doing here darling?" Joseph smiled and picked you under your arms to raise you up. You looked at him with a terrified expression- you felt like crying right now, "Aw don't cry, what's wrong? Did someone hurt you- tell me!" Joseph wiped the tears falling down from your face.

"Seems like we're done with your little game darling." Caesar elegantly raised your chin high to look at him eye to eye.

"We found you."

[yanderememes]

joseph at some point with his darling, probably

joseph: darling, stop hate criming me

darling: refusing to kiss you isn't a hate crime

joseph: wELL I HATED IT!!!

(joke creds to the office; i just feel like it's something he would say)

NOOOO CUZ THIS IS ACTUALLY JOSEPH WTF ☠️😭😭

He'll pout and call darling a meanie for hurting his feelings. How he's a sensitive and fragile man and how his heart breaks because of how mean darling is to him LOL

Joseph is the drama king so he might act like he's fainting or some shit 🤣

And then darling just gives him this:

[megan-is-mia]

May I suggest Young Joseph Joestar x Ultimate Being Pillerwoman with this prompt?

"It’s for the greater good. You’re too dangerous to be left alone."

16. “It’s for the greater good. You’re too dangerous to be left alone.”

(Yandere! Joseph Joestar x Fem! S/o)

“Good morning darling did you sleep well?” Joseph said cheerfully as he opened the cell door and smiled at the cell’s occupant who sat in the corner farthest from the door. When he had defeated Kars almost a year ago, it had been far from the end of his struggles with the legacy of the Pillarmen. 

He’d spent most of that time traveling the globe following rumors of a nomadic vampire who seemed intent on destroying all remaining artifacts of the lost pillarman race. When he finally caught up with the mysterious vampire he was surprised to find out that all the time he’d been actually chasing a pillarwoman, one who’d achieved ultimate being status no less.

The pillarwoman, (Y/n) she called herself, had been surprisingly agreeable when he’d caught her. The news of the rest of her race being dead was already well-known to her and had been the catalyst in her decision to destroy the remaining stone masks. She had never gone into hibernation like the others and had been wandering the Earth for millennia. 

After being alive for so long she was tired, and wanted desperately to find her eternal peace. Upon hearing that the reawakened member of her race had been defeated by a human she had dared to hope maybe that said human could also end her torment as well. Hence why she had led Joseph on this wild goose chase to test if he was up to the task of freeing her. 

Upon hearing this story Joseph was torn on what he should do. He couldn’t help but pity (Y/n), he couldn't even begin to imagine how lonely she must have been all this time on her own. The young man knew that the right thing to do would be to honor the pillarwoman’s request and find a way to put her to rest. 

On the other hand… she was now the last of her kind (not counting Santana who was kept in perpetual stone slumber in the deep vaults of the Speedwagon Foundation’s science division under constant uv lights) and held vast knowledge from living for so long. Killing her would be like a second burning of the Library of Alexandria. Regrettably, he had to deny her plea and take her as a prisoner for the Foundation.

Which brought them back to the now where he was the only one who’d come to visit her outside of the mandatory visits by Foundation workers to perform tests on (Y/n) every so often. “Why… why keep me here? If you won't kill me why do you keep me here to be a guinea pig for your comrade’s perverse tests?” (Y/n) asked wearily. 

“Well, it’s for the greater good darling” Joseph said all knowingly. “You might have held back on your more darker nature so far but you’re too dangerous to be left alone” he added with a nod of his head. Deep down, they both knew such words were a lie. The real reason was because Joseph desired her, and it would only be a matter of time before his resolve would break and they would know each other biblically… THE END

[thornybubbles]

What Makes Them Dangerous: Yandere Joseph Joestar

*Note: Here's Joseph's part of this. As I said in the previous post, I'll probably add more characters later, but this is all I have right now. I'm probably going to write some short blurbs for Tumblr for a bit until I get over this writer's block. I'm trying not to leave you guys hanging for too long.

Another yandere you’ll never suspect to be yandere in a million years, but even if you do, it won’t matter. Joseph is extremely clever. Sure, he may act like a muscle-brained moron or an overgrown child sometimes, but his cunning and wit are sharper than Kars’ arm blades. It’s really easy to write him off as a hopeless goofball when he’s whining about you ignoring him or getting into hamon-infused food fights with Caesar, but don’t be fooled. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’ll use his goofball nature to endure himself to you. I mean, how can you say no to that blinding smile? If you make him sad he’ll pout like a toddler until you apologize and make it up to him. Joseph has a way of wearing you down by simply wearing you out. Dealing with this particular yandere will make you feel like an overworked single mother whose kid is going through the “terrible twos”. He’ll have you so exhausted and annoyed that you’ll give in just to get him to stop his childish antics. 

If that doesn’t work, he’ll revert to sabotage. Oh, you’re going out on a date with someone else? Not if he has anything to say about it! If he can’t convince you to change your mind about the date, he’ll follow you in secret and make sure you have the worst possible time imaginable. He’ll use Hamon, sleight of hand, his ties to the Speedwagon Foundation, bribery, intimidation, or whatever else he has at his disposal to ruin your date. All night long your date gets food dumped on him, wine and other drinks spilled all over his expensive suit, his car has four flat tires for no reason at all, and on top of it all a stray dog decides to use his leg as a toilet. By the end of the night, your date is so stressed and frustrated that he yells at you. Somehow he blames you for everything that happened to him and leaves you to walk home by yourself. Your eyes are blurred with tears so you don’t see who it is that you bump into while attempting the long walk home. You flinch, expecting to be yelled at again only to discover that it’s good ol’ JoJo. He always seems to be there when you need him. You’re so glad to see a friendly face that you don’t even question what he’s doing on this side of town. You tell him all about your terrible date and he decides to cheer you up by taking you on a date to his favorite Italian restaurant. Have you ever had squid ink spaghetti? No? Yeah, it sounds gross, but trust him, it’s the best thing you’ll ever eat!

He’ll wine and dine you and you’ll have so much fun with him that you’ll forget all about how badly your date went. Before long, you won’t even think of dating anyone other than JoJo. And that’s the dangerous thing about Joseph. You may think you have him all figured out, but no matter what, he’ll always be two steps ahead of you.

[sl33paholics]

Do you think anyone in Baki would be crazy enough to fight Santana?

Short answer, YES! (All information stated is gathered from the official jojo wiki)

If half of these men are WILLINGLY wanting to fight a man who's from the Jurassic / Cretaceous era who is 10x their size, height, weight, strength, and so and so, then they are DEFINITELY going to fight Santana.

Now, let's do an analysis. The Pillar Men an ancient race of humanoid, and the Pillar Men are very strong in their own right and able to manipulate their bodies to their liking without worry. Such as:

Super Toughness | When Kars fell off a 175cm cliff and Esidisi swallowing a whole fucking dynamite.

The men seem to have a high tolerance when it comes to pain. In the anime, when Esidisi's body was disintegrated, his brain was still able to function and possess Suzi Q. When Santana's body was ripped / burned he was still able to fight back Joseph.

High Intelligence | According to the wiki, they're able to instantly catch on and learn the mechanics like tactics, systems, one's mind and actions, languages, etc.

Not to say that Pickle isn't as smart or intelligent as the Pillar Men, he definitely understands his surroundings and the physical language the men give him while fighting. However, compared to him and the Pillar Men, they definitely take the cake. Santana was able to pick up on the language between the soldiers Von Stroheim just by listening to them through the vents, as well dismantling a gun that takes HOURS for humans to take apart.

Now, when it comes to fighting, or, advanced fighting, Pickle has number one here. This nigga fought fucking dinosaurs. There's no way the Pillar Men could compete with that. Although, like I mentioned earlier, Santana and the rest are able to manipulate their bodies.

Body Manipulation | The men are able to dissociate and break their bones, flatten the organ to any form they desire. Even with a served body, can they remotely control them. As well slipping into another organisms body and control them via inside.

We all know that Santana was able to control his rip chage, having them come out like spikes. Even able to bend them to his will. Think about it, if Katsumi was fighting this man with his severed arm, he would be dead. Santana entering him through that entrance would cause an instant death.

Absorption | The men's bodies are composed of cells that have digestive acid causing the victims to melt, making the illusion of the Pillar man absorbing into their body.

This ALONE could end a fight. If any of the men are bothering and bickering for a fight while he's unasmused and unphased by their efforts, they'll take it as a sign once he starts to walk past them. Getting in front of Santana as he begins to absorb them without the guy realizing that he's at death's door rn.

It's safe to say that the Baki cast would most likely want to fight a man from his time. To see his ability, to test them. To see if he still has the spirit within him to put up a good spar. Just don't let Yujiro find out about this man. Not saying he'll be afraid (cuz psjhhj why tf would he) but considering his abilities and such, the Orge himself may not want to die to a being like him.

[yandere-wishes]

｡⸝❀Desert Rose ❀⸜｡

𐙚 Yandere! Paul Muad'Dib Atreides x Reader x Yandere! Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Plot: You miss the desert. Miss the sun and the sand and the place where they buried your heart. So you run and pray that they won't catch you. 

⁀➷Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsessive tendencies blood and gore, bloodplay, knifeplay, injuries, Feyd being Feyd. Paul is high on spice for 60% of the story. Part two will be much more fluffy. 

The thing they don't tell you about the desert is that it's alive. A breathing creature with feelings and a beating heart.~💜

There's blood on the Sietch floor, red and thick and sacrilegious. 

You thought you had run far enough, fast enough. You thought you had escaped. 

How terrifying it is to be betrayed by that which you love most. How terrifying it is when you've forgotten how to harmonize with that which love most. 

That applies to the desert.

That applies to people too. 

There's something about the sun that's never been more poetic. It's harsh in its lashes, a cruel master, reminding you of what you'd been born into. It beats down something terrible and you can't help but suppress the frantic giggle that escapes your dry lips."You're so mean" you mumble, the glimmers muddle your focus. You see silhouettes of blue-eyed warlords and tar-painted gladiators. Feel phantom kisses rummage across the hollow of your bones. 

All of this is too familiar.

It makes you sick. 

Back then your father had reveled in Muad'Dib's coming. Proud to meet a warrior such as he. He'd spent hours refining his war plans, polishing his battle tactics. It's always such a strange site to see excitement in such a strict man. 

He introduced himself as destiny's child when he arrived. Dissolved and dehydrated with curls coated in sand. He was the desert's golden boy sent to fulfill every prophecy you'd ever been told. 

And yet, to you, he'd simply looked like just another heartthrob.

Just another boy's name to whisper to your friends during blasphemous games under the starry night sky. He had been no different than any tribal leader or warrior's son. That was truly such a miraculous time, back when such an atrocious thing had been merely a girlhood toy. 

Your father hadn't proposed marriage or alliances. That's not the Freman way, not during war. That doesn't stop the renegade gaze you've felt since he arrived. There's something stalking the desert, something too powerful to contain. You feel its chill, like the space between breaths before the breaching of the shai hulud. 

"You can call me Paul..." 

Lisan Al Gaib

The desert is a cacophony of dreams and nightmares. Deadly once the blood-deep navigation atrophies from constant complacency. You try to remember the prom of each foot. When to straighten, when to bend. Each step feels like treading through a mirage, murky and viscous. Too thick, too loose, you think you might sink. Fall through a false bottom into something great and endless. 

There is no bottom, no end. 

Only darkness, vast and perpetual. 

You wonder if that's what it feels like to be swallowed by a sandworm. If there is security in its infinite stomach. If it's better than the Arrakeen Palace. Daunting, soulless structure, home to monsters and killers. 

The sand grows thin. 

It's always the thinnest nearest a Sietch.

You made it...

You wonder why it had all felt so gruesome, so unholy. Paul's cacoon of naivety was breached, its remnants nesting underneath his feet, their spines snapping with each ground-quaking step he took. Arrakis had given birth to something monstrous, something ravenous. Yet all you had seen was a youthful face that tells not of horrors or suffering. It only promises freedom. 

Freedom was supposed to taste sweet, satisfying. The first sip from a childhood oasis. And you guess it had, for a little while. Before the realizations set in. Anyone who so openly grants freedom can take it away too. 

Paul inhales the reverence of the crowd. Savors the saccharine taste of victory on his tongue, before he spits out the essence of his hatred. Watching the blood scorch away under the desert sun. 

He swears he sees the sand dunes bow from the corner of his eye, they're towering magnificently bestowing something lethal onto him. Something they've yearned for, something fragile, something ancient. He deems it responsibility, duty, divinity and spins it into an enamelware crown.

Paul had become king. Not emperor, not sovereign, not overlord. Not yet at least. He's not the boy-prince from a distant planet anymore either. There no longer exists a boyhood carved of temperamental weathers and jagged salt-covered rocks. No more fairy tales of great dukes fighting bulls by the seaside and young princes running off on fighter jets to save mystical witches. There is only the sand and the giants underneath it, only a prophecy cracked whose ichor covers him in gold and stardust. 

He is Muad'Dib, savoir of Dune. 

Paul's eyes rummage through the crowd. Hungry, desperate

seeking out something, someone whose devotion does not show. 

He memorizes the scowl on your face, the dip of your lips. How he longs to feel them under his thumb. 

Duels concluded in death. When the ground has been fed its blood depts. When Jannah and Jahannam are granted another soul. That is when the victor arises. Duels end in death, in a chipped knife and a broken body on the floor. 

This one did not...

The memory still haunts you. 

Not in its breach of rite.

Nor its contradictions to morality.

But in what comes after.

The fear of the thing that was allowed to live...

Paul hadn't killed Feyd. Beaten, mauled, tamed. But not killed.

There is a rostrum made of sand and burnt bones. It was meant to serve as a victory throne, a symbol of a war and a revolt. You aren't so sure about that anymore. Not when it's being desecrated, by a survivor of the very thing it vowed to eradicate. Atop the dias, Paul stands, fingers swathed tightly around a pale, maimed wrist. The crowd stares, speechless as the prophetic son appoints a battered and bleeding Harkonnen Na-baron as his aid, his duke.  

Feyd-Rautha is all jet blacks and blood reds. His eyes hold daggers, impaling anyone who dares to look into them. You can not fathom why Paul, the one who promised a paradise and an end to the Harkonnen oppression would do such a thing. You never thought him holy, you didn't consider him cruel either. 

Paul hands over the spice trade to Feyd. He speaks of concentrated zones away from life. Somewhere deep and forgotten. He says "virtuous" as if it's a sermon only he can comprehend. "We need the funds, we need to rebuild, to fight. The spice is valuable and it will not hinder the awakening of Dune. My cousin will oversee its harvest and trade. The finances will be brought back to Arrakis, back to the Freman."

Maybe it's sorrow, a slithering nuance that won't leave. Maybe it's guilt twice folded and misplaced. Desperation for a kinsmanship

with a family, he had thought all lost. The way he looks at Feyd speaks of hope and trust and everything else a little boy feels when he's dragging his friend by the hand through a forest made of splendor and ideation. But Paul isn't a little boy anymore and Feyd has never been naught save a killer. And you, you can't help but notice how the Muad'dib begins to lose his golden hue. 

The Sietch is cavernous, domed ceiling that expands into the rocks and sandy tiles that stretch as far as the eye can see. Unaltered spice particles dance in the gentle filtered rays of the sun. It feels like home. Like freedom and paradise and everything else those two men had stripped you of. Your body slumps by one of the etched walls. Awaiting your fellow Freman to find you. 

There is a stiffness in the Freman, an elegance that must be mastered. You'd once thought it inherited, a mere bone structure passed on from mother to child. You're not so sure anymore. The stiffness reverberates off the Sietch walls, it's obvious now that it's never been about straight spines and high-held heads. It's the ideals, the loyalties that Fremen carve into their souls. Sooner or later someone will inform the king of where his darling hides. 

All of Arrakis knows who you belong to. 

One of the older women tunnels water down your throat, she cradles your head and shushes you when you try to speak. She spills advice, motherly advice, into your veins. Telling you of how blessed you are to be chosen by the Lisan Al Gaib and his blood. Her embrace is a vice, coddling suffocating and not at all unpleasant. There is a sleek comfort between the witherd silk of her chador. It heartens fatigue residing stubbornly between your bones. It causes your eyes to fade and your mind to race. You forgot the terrors that lay outside, the advancing menace carrying crystalknifes and a voice that shakes worlds. Darkness beckons, a welcomed change. For the first time in months, you feel safe...

You are still a Freman, born of sand and spice. There is a future somewhere with palm trees and rosa persica. You intend to find it, to hold it between your hands running tired fingers over soft cloud-light edges. Arrakis has stood for longer than most planets have existed. You refuse to abandon its fate to a spice addict and a manic.

It's obvious, isn't it?

Maybe it always was...

Arrakeen palace is shaped like a heart, something eternal ungraved. It was young when you first marched through its grand gates. It had felt no less threatening than the sandworms beneath your feet. The spice that flew through the halls was suffocating, a distant, permutated relative of the elixir that had raised you. 

Paul's chancery is something empty, a cut out of Kaahgel masquerading as a citadel of dominance and perspicuity. It, much like the rest of the palace is novice and new. Paul sits in an awkwardly placed plush parlor chair, one retrieved from Caladan no doubt. He squirms in his seat as if his body has too many angles to fit properly in the rounded chair. He's far too accustomed to soft sands and jagged boulders. To sitting cross-legged on something loose and malleable. This luxury is unwelcomed, uncomfortable. You only notice Feyd when his demonic eyes suddenly land on you. He's languidly draped on the carpeted floor. His back half propped up by a quarter-painted wall. He's feeding slices of fruit into his mouth, savering the nick of the knife along his tongue. 

They look so innocent. Sinless, carless little boys playing in a sanctuary fort. Hiding from life and its crushing expectations.

Paul follows his cousin's gaze, he's out of his seat and across the room before you have time to knock. You note the blackness under Paul's eyes, how the synthetic blue feels distant and sunken. Almost as if they're looking at you from meters inside a cave. He's wandering through the twilight of exhaustion. Paradying awakeness like a lost bat caught in the afternoon sun. He's only surviving on artificial energy from the spice he so readily consumes. 

There is an exhilarating lilt in the timber of his voice. A galvanization in the way your name spills from between his lips. "What brings you here?" Paul's fingers dance across your shoulders, gripping them as one does their favorite toy. His eyes hold a fragile reverence, something unstable, denating with the slightest breath. "Lord Usul..." you begin, eyes bouncing between the sandy beiges of the walls. "You don't need to be so formal. Just say my name, like the first time we met." His nails start to dig into your arms, a jovian strength only a divine may possess. You don't remember leaving a deep impression. 

"Paul, I-I need to talk to you about..." Your vision cuts to Feyd, a hidden flare penetrates his legs, you don't dare look the Harkonnen in the eyes. He's far too feral for such raw exhibitions of hate. Yet you want him to feel your abhorrence, your detest. Paul understands, he knows what you're going to say before you've even finished rehearsing in your head. "Feyd doesn't mind, you can talk freely in his presence, I promise you, he won't bite." You swallow the need to argue, to protest, he bites, he definitely bites, and lacerates and kills...

It's easy to fall between the crevices of his voice, to allow the gentle nudges to sway your decisions for you. You wonder if the words coming from your mouth are even truly your own. They had sounded so absolute in your head. So firm. Now they sound dented, feeble, like a child begging to remain awake. You tell the king of how you disapprove of the spice trade, that it should be ceased. Its termination can only benefit the war, hindering the galactical navigation of your enemies. Paul listens with a distracted sort of attendance. His eyes melt into you, tracing your features with a delicate precision. You feel like a map, laid bare, feeding him information. Information he ignores, opting to busy himself with tracing continents and oceans. "Paul please listen" you beg. "Please". You notice an ignited flicker in his eyes, snapping him out of his lucid trance. "You know, since you feel so strongly about...everything. Maybe, maybe you should stay here. With us. Be the queen or duchess or whatever. You can help us rebuild. You can-" 

"What?" Your body jerks back, his fingers don't leave your forearms, pulling you back, closer. "Lord Usual...Paul...what are-" Something slithers between your bones, your skin, your muscles. Pushing past the cracks and sliding inside you. His mind grasps yours, echoing his desire, mapping out its constellation between your crux. 

Paul feels in blues, blues that make up the nuance between worlds. 

The ocean behind the largest dune

The lake beneath the greatest mountain.

The lamination of spice over one's eyes. 

It somehow ends with you. Covered in a color that mimics ambitions and dreams and something practically attainable. 

You feel him reach out, pushing you back into the physical world. Away from the luminous tints and flickering landscapes. 

"I'm saying that everything I do reminds me of you. It's hard not to dedicate every single breath to your memory." Paul's eyes are blown wide, there's a lament carved into his voice. He's pleading, desperate, like trying to chisel rock with a pebble. You don't like where this is going, don't like the mania, the love that's painted so vividly on his face. Your stomach churns, false ecstasy pumping in agonizing doses. This is wrong, you shouldn't feel flattered, gleeful. This isn't a miracle or a blessing. It's a curse, you know this, you have to run to escape. But something in you freezes, a sickly silver of devotion, of habit, a tradition force-fed into your soul keeps your legs stiff and still. 

Devotion is such a slippery thing. Always so close to suffocating. Sometimes all it's good for is a knife that kills. Just a grain of salt in a pulsing wound. 

Your eyes flicker across the room, trying to look at something, anything but him, anything but the Muad'dib who could make you grovel at his feet like a doll without even opening his mouth. It's only in your frantic search for an affix point, that you notice the beast is missing. His dominion left empty. You feel a chill in the room. Something stalking closer, something lethal and rogue. You scream shriveling into Paul's arms as someone grips your waist from behind, encaging you. "You were right cousin, she's as beautiful as you described...and as brave." Your breath hitches, he's touching you. Your body twitches as a cold sweat breaks. "Paul" you plead looking up into his electric blue eyes. He only smiles, contorting his features into something they're not, something soft and arrogant. You see triumph shimmer through his mind. He's won a game you didn't know you were playing. Crowned victor by fate and circumstance and...

and prophecy.

Paul cradles your cheek in his hand, tilting your head up to look at you. 

 "The first time I set eyes upon you, I knew you were the girl in my dreams. The desert rose beckoning me to Arrakis, to Dune. Don't you see, we've been bound by fate?" 

No. 

Feyd slowly licks the shell of your ear, he hums in satisfaction, an action you didn't know could be laced with so much malice. He murmurs something into your jugular, something too violent to decode. 

No.

Please no. 

It's easier to love than to be loved. 

There's a jolt that rings you awake, something violent crawling under your skin. You feel it before you witness it, witness the cold and loneliness not viable in the desert temples. 

The halls scream in silence, 

Hollow, employed out. 

"Hello?" The eerie reverberation of your words leaves you shivering. Scraping along the walls, tumbling into doorless rooms trying to find someone, anyone. You can't remember the last time you'd been alone. 

Utterly alone.

You didn't notice it at first. Didn't notice the unnatural stillness and the deafening silence. there is no life here, but it takes a practically mangled corpse for you to look down at the floor. 

There's blood on the Sietch floor, red and thick and sacrilegious. 

You thought you had run far enough, fast enough. You thought you had escaped. You turn and you run, back from that which you came, feet thundering across the sand-dusted floor. You don't know where you're going, why even run? Helplessness swells inside you, coiling in intricate knots. Only to snap violently when you cross the third threshold. 

The corpses lie at his feet. your frenzied brain tries to count them, only going up to eight before it forgets what comes after. There is more, more bodies, more blood...more bones? But you can't focus on anything else except the glabrous man standing over them, knife pointed downwards, dripping into an endless sea of red. 

Your father used to tell you tales of rivers made of blood. Of mad men claiming divine crusades as they fed bodies into the endless stream. 

You never thought you'd witness it.

It shouldn't feel as conflicting as it does. 

"Darling..." Feyd's voice is gravel on gravel. Rough and coursed. It grinds against your skin reawakening every half-healed scar. 

"no, dear maker, please no" Feyd's gaze rakes over you, lingering on every detail. Toying and probing, much like a predator sizing up its frightened prey. "I missed you" his voice is purely threatening, mocking, he wants you back, needs you back. You can't be forgiven for this deliberate offense.

You try to bolt passed him, it's like a gallon of adrenaline has been shot straight into your chest. There's a scream in the air, you're not sure who it belongs to. you make it to the hallway leading to the contraction arena. Where the bearers of the water of life are nursed. You can see the stone-carved stairs and someone sitting there...

The ground slips beneath your feet, the red liquid having leaked under your soles. In the next breath, you're plunging into redness, shrouded and engulfed and bathed in the blood of your own kind. It feels warm and safe and disgusting. Like watching the stars of your favorite constellation collapse within themselves. It's a destructive kind of comfort, one that only ends in pain and bruises and fractured bones in places you can never wholly identify.

You're drowning, 

the more you thrash the harder it gets to stand. 

You feel the blood entangling you, weaving around your body like a net. 

and then like a shadow, he's over you. 

Looming with the promise of pain, of the misery of the savagery only he can offer.

"Feyd..." his name is razorblades upon your tongue. Your eyes catch his, distant voids colliding. Since when did you start looking into his eyes? When did the torture become worth it? His fingers ensnare your jaw, pushing cheeks and bones together. Feyd straddles your body, knees splashing into the blood. He tugs your head forward violently, before pounding it onto the floor. You moan out in pain a mangled, distorted noise. He only chuckles. Before repeating the motion. "You ran from us, you left us. I should kill you here and now. Bleed you out with the rest of these traitors!" it's hard not to notice the pain his voice harbors, odd how even a monster like Feyd can have his feelings hurt. He lifts his knife, wrapping both hands around the handle before plunging it into your abdomen. You choke, on a shriveled scream or a throat filled with blood you do not know. The colors are dulling and pulsating, somehow too dark and too bright at the same time. Everything feels like it's made of flowing water. Precious streaming water. You can feel the throbbing at the back of your skull, you feel the giddy patter of your heart, and the nervous ticks of your hips under Feyd. 

Feyd...

Has he always been so beautiful?

Your body feels so hot and your mind feels so distant. 

Everything feeds into his endless beauty. 

Why are your lips pulsing? 

your teeth sink in, trying to still the need to kiss. 

"What's wrong princess, trying to play innocent? I know your tricks."

Feyd traces your lips with his. Fingers snake into your hair, pulling at odd intervals. "my sweet stupid little girl" he whispers, a curse and a blessing. He sucks on your bottom lip biting it harshly. Slipping his tongue between your teeth. His kiss is possessive, and swallowing. You feel yourself sinking deeper, wanting him to consume you whole. When he pulls back you feel like you can't breathe, you only existed within his kiss. It's the last thing binding you to this world. 

But then his head dips down. Leaving open-mouthed kisses upon the gushing injury. Feyd drinks deeply from your open wound, ravaging the blood and pushing in silver of a forgotten moonlight. The way his tongue laps at the gaping hole and torn ligament sends a shutter up your spin. When he lifts his head again you watch mesmerized by the way your essence drips from his lips. He kisses you again ferocious and deep and all conusiming. 

You feel so lost and so found.

Grounded and afloat. 

It's only when a scream, a familiar one, in a distance distorted sort of way, rings across the hall that you start to pull away. You push yourself up, palms slipping on the liquid life. From behind Feyd, you notice a man and a women. Young, scared. There is revulse in their blue eyes, yet you can't navigate its direction. You're sure if you weren't bleeding out you could identify them, you're sure you knew them in this lifetime. You hear the blood gushing, hear the crisp whistle of the blade as it slices through flesh. 

Once

Twice. 

Only then does the alluring migraine sober. The metallic tang of blood wafting through the air makes you sick. It's odd how the repugnant scent had alluded you until now.  Even if you'd been lying right in it. You wonder if such a scent would bother them. You doubt it, they tend to revel in the red glory and its hypnotizing associations. 

"Took you long enough, cousin" Feyd's head is turned watching as Paul steps past the corpses. His eyes are vibrant, a sapphire blue that cuts through time and space. He kneels next to you, gaze devouring you in your pitiful state. "why did you run?" he is cold, hurt. His blue eyes betray a degree of relief hidden by a defrauding glower. "I-we love you, you mean everything to us." You look away too exhausted to put up an argument. "I missed being home." You mumble. You swore for a minute something akin to comprehension ripples through the air. You're too delusional to believe in anything solid anymore. But maybe Paul understands, maybe he yearns for the desert too. Maybe he'll go easy on you...

Paul's fingers glide across your stomach, scattering the dust particles that have landed on your still form. The light from the high windows glimmers off the three of you painting something holy, something right, in another world, in another lifetime. When he sees the wound Feyd created he chuckles. " Stars Feyd, at least try to keep her alive." Paul's nails gently rack across the torn ligament, idly playing with the loose skin. Feyd laughs deep and psychotic -is it wrong to say you missed it?- "I couldn't help myself, you should have seen her. Eyes blown wide covered in blood. Stars I just want-" you interrupt him with a low moan. Paul rubs his calloused thumb over your wound, soothing the cut before he presses down. Hard.  

 when he hears the moan he presses harder. Making you wither and hiss. "This is a punishment, (y/n), you're not supposed to be enjoying it." His fingers slither into the open wound, stretching out the ligament " You jolt and holler and cry, begging him to stop. "You're my oasis, the only thing I love in this world. But you ran. YOU LEFT US." His words glitch and crack, the voice shining through penetrating you with a knife seeped in guilt. "I'm sorry." you choke out, only to be rewarded by another harsh cut from Feyd's knife. "I'm the daughter of the desert..." you protest, tears slipping past your hooded eyes. "You're our lover" Feyd barks defensively, aggravated. When the tears begin to leak the pain stops. "Don't waste your water" Paul mutters, wiping away a tear and sucking it between his lips savoring your delicate taste. 

Paul cradles your bleeding head in his lap, lowering his to kiss your crimson-soaked lips, "I love you" he mumbles against you, trying to press the core of his words into you. Making you feel him, making you believe. Feyd tucks your hair out of your face. Slowly pulling you up by your shoulders. The thin smile he offers is such a rare sight it makes your heart explode.

Why did you run away?

Why did you leave the ones you love most?

Your heart is laying on a bed of nails.

Somehow that feels fitting. 

Feyd pulls off the top of his stillsuit, discarding the armor-like pieces. Slowly he lays in the gore, he pulls you over him. His motions slow, mesmeric. You follow just another wave trapped in the current. You're so torn and hurt, broken in ways that can never properly heal. You let it happen, it's easier this way. Slowly he licks his blade clean of your blood, he grabs your wrist places the hilt in your hands, and tucks your fingers over it. "Hold on tight," he advises as he draws your hand back and brings the knife down between his defined muscles. The moan he lets out is profane, it makes you feel euphoric, filled to the brim with the merriment of guilt. Feyd kisses you again, his tongue pushes past your teeth, his conquest of you feels Harkonnen in every way. His tongue down your throat feels like a heavenly bliss. From behind Paul breaks the back of your stillsuit, he licks a strip up and down your spine. You moan into the kiss with Feyd. Slowly Paul starts to whisper firefly kisses into each vertebrae. Sucking melodies into the frail bones. His teeth snick between the cartilage, all scorpion stings, and cobra bites. It feels so right.

Feyd is a cannibalistic star, relishing in the way your wounds bleed into his. He feeds off your pain, feeds off the pain you grant. He's delusional with a cosmic kind of lust. Pulling celestials from their homes to burn into his own body. He loves you, loves how you penetrate him with a knife clad in anathema and adherence too turbulent to understand. 

Paul is, in many ways Feyd's opposite and in many others his equal. The quintessence of the path to hell being paved with good intentions. His kisses are the desert's curse and it's love. He's an entire solar system revolving around the only two people he has left to love. 

Slowly the world grows dark. You feel it hard to remain awake. "Sweet dreams princess" you hear Paul whisper as Feyd shuffles under you. You fall into his expecting arms. Safe and strong. The day has been so long and bootless. so tiring. so vexing. 

Yet somehow, in the endlessness of the moment, it matters all so little. Paul is here and he can hang the stars upon the night sky. Feyd is here and he can slaughter the universe and call it entertainment. You are safe with them, safe and happy and satisfied. 

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A/n: hey yall this is my first ever yandere collab that I did with my dear mutual @yandere-dreams-but-not-really and I’ve never knew how much fun it’d be collabing with others until I did so with them ＜3

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Yandere company Bros

The eldest brother

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→ CW: Yandere tendencies, unhealthy coping methods, obsessive/possessive behavior, Judas needs a hug, internal company conflict

Synopsis: 【You were a new intern for hire at the grand Acer international company ran by the Kinzen family. And you stood out amongst your colleagues by being capable, ambitious, and dedicated to the craft! All the qualities of a true corporate slave which may have attracted some unheeded attention from the future inheritors of said company itself. Ultimately you ended up getting sucked into an internal family succession battle between the youngest and the eldest brother…Let’s just hope you make it out in ONE PIECE.】

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【Eldest brother! Judas was never the type to believe in love at first sight. Despite his father always ranting on about how he fell for his strict mother at first glance. He never truly understood what it meant to feel a romantic love for someone. Throughout his highscool and college years he’s never had a crush or been in a relationship for that matter.】

【But all his reservations went out the window when he saw you, a well put together newbie walking past the doors of the well established business owned by him and his family. Encompassing an essence that of a fresh summer breeze which completely disarmed him.】

【Truly he thought he worked himself to death and was blessed with the sight of an angel who came down to take him away from his mundane life. Of being in his mother, Isidore’s shadow as a prominent businesswoman. Known across the world for her cutthroat business conduct.】

【Eldest brother! Judas was at a loss for words as you stepped up to him with those bright attentive eyes. And offered to help take on the loaded stacks of papers he was lugging into his office with an altruistic smile. The fact that he knew you didn’t know who he was at that time and was this naturally sweet. As opposed to everyone else who usually try coming to his aide with ulterior motives】

【Made His motherfucking heart grip at the enclosure of his rib cage at how you just politely interjected yourself in his space to go ahead and take half of his work load off of him. while he was stunned stupid too flabbergasted to even utter a sentence.】

【This socially stunted stoic man was trying his best to keep his mind afloat as he’s never been affected by such intense emotions before in his 23 years of living. He didn’t know how to act as he tended to isolate himself from his peers. In turn for studying business till his nose bled and working himself up the corporate food chain.】

【Eldest brother! Judas resembled that of a black cat who was looking in pure awe of his new fixation which wasn’t work or studying. His pristine appearance was now unkept with hairs falling flat in his face from how caught off guard he was. Finding himself mindlessly trailing after the new bubbly intern in long strides.】

【When yall reached his office he struggled to find the words to thank you. But his haywire brain opted to abruptly encase your hand in his and bring it towards his bleeding heart. as he gave you what seemed to be a death stare inherited from his mother but in reality was an expression full of gratitude, obsession, and adoration.】

【Congratulations you’ve unknowingly seduced the eldest heir of the Kinzen family. And there’s no take backsies.】

【Eldest brother!Judas is the type to be more or less clingy with his darling. Always calling them to his office to ask for “help” on some assignments. which caused onlookers to give him surprised exchanges. Since the famed hermit workaholic never came out of his dumpster fire of an office to request help of any kind.】

【He just loves seeing you breathe in his general direction. It makes him impulsively grip at the sides of ball pen till it damn near snapped in two. From how His heart is was overflowing with so much pure and genuine infatuation for you.】

【The eldest Kinzen was a ticking time bomb since he always kept everything little thing bottled up inside and never had anyone to confide to unlike his youngest brother Dexter who was a social troglodyte.】

【So as time progresses Judas spends each and every waking moment fantasizing. About what it would be to show you all the admiration that he feels for you. To convey how you’ve turned his world upside down and to emphasize how utterly precious you’d be underneath him due to size difference ahem his management. Working alongside him as his lovely equal/assistant manager.】

【Only one strand of restraint was holding him back from pouncing on you as if he had no good sense. But it was waning with how his meddlesome brother Dexter kept interfering with y’all’s pleasant time together.】

【Eventhough he may have been born with a diamond spoon he was never the one to indulge in it. Not that he could since his mother Isidore was a hard fashioned woman with a strict traditional upbringing. She instilled in her sons that what you earn is what you keep and how there was nothing such as free handouts in the world.】

【And yet since he was the eldest, Isidore made sure to remind him how it was his responsibility to steer his brother in the right direction. Taking her words to heart he always made an effort to accommodate his brother to an extent.】

【In their childhood days whatever Dexter wanted something from Judas. The eldest willingly gave in to him since he could be fussy if he didn’t get what he wanted. But once he noticed the eyes Dexter made at you whilist making you laugh from his charm.】

【Something snapped inside Judas. He didn’t like the way Dexter was trying to put dibs on you in his subtle hand placement on your waist. He despised how happy you sounded from the half baked jokes of the Youngest. He hated how easy it was for Dexter to strike up a conversation with you and be in your general presence without need for work excuses.】

【Don’t look at his brother look at him sure he may not have the best social ques or a way with words but he’ll treat you right. Judas will take care of you as if you were a queen to the throne of his heart.】

“I’ll be good, I’ll be perfect just for you… All I want is for you to look at me, focus only on me, Please don’t look elsewhere with those eyes of yours. I just wanna be yours. So choose me, not him.”

【He’d seldom show you in the most intense ways possible, the depraved man he’s become. Falling weak to his needs to hug you, to kiss you, to embrace you, to show you all the love that he can possibly show you. Within his iron grasp since you’re the one thing that he’ll never give up to his youngest sibling no matter how much tries to tempt you away from him.】

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Breath of a Yandere - ,, Yandere Wild headcanons

tw(s): yandere themes, (Wild) multiple mentions of suicidal ideations/suicide & self depreciation

ꨄ︎ Yandere Wild who met you after waking up in the Shrine of Resurrection. You were a lone traveler from Lurelin Village. You traveled countless months, with many others accompanying you at various points on your journey. You had to know the truth. You had to know if it was true. The rumors about the legendary hero fueled your adventures. You feared the worst, but you found him. He didn't awake at first. You spent weeks traveling out of the Shrine only for necessities.

ꨄ︎ He heard a strange voice coming from the darkness and then saw you. You spoke to him with such a reverence that he wasn't accustomed to. He was incredibly cautious and wouldn't allow you near him. That all changed when you offered him some glazed meat. He shoved it down his throat and suddenly you were his closest companion.

ꨄ︎ Words never leave his mouth. You thought at first it was just the surprise of awakening after a hundred years, but no. He just never spoke to you. He spoke with his hands and through his body language. He taught you most of the Hylian sign language that you know. It is probably better that he doesn't speak. You would be disturbed and greatly flattered about the things he thinks about you.

ꨄ︎ He never leaves your side unless you are both put in a life ending situation. He's like a silent but loyal dog. He is always watching your movements and standing guard over you. You have to cuddle with him before he finally allows himself to succumb to sleep.

ꨄ︎ Guardians? You are staying behind. Shrines? You may stand at the entrance as long as there are no monsters around. If there are then he will kill them and then make you wait. The Divine Beasts? Okay, fine— he allows you in all the Divine Beasts except for Vah Naboris. He allows you to ride with Riju but only because she has the Thunder Helm. However, the Ganonblights? On Hylia's name, no. You go back to the entrance and wait there.

ꨄ︎ Ganon himself? You wait. After your entire journey together, he only speaks one word to you. "Wait." He presses himself against you and makes you hide behind one of the castle pillars. There are tears in his eyes and he is shaking. You are his God(dess). He has killed and sacrificed so much. You saved him. You did. He signs to you. "I face Ganon alone. I can't lose you." His hands get shaky. "I love you."

ꨄ︎ That's the first time he ever says he loves you and his yandere tendencies only get worse from there. More possessive. More obsessive. More puppy-like. He's a wolf in sheep's clothing. He always has an eye on you and doesn't allow you out of his sight. He would never hurt you, but he'll hurt others for you.

ꨄ︎ After the battle you two embrace each other and he sobs quietly into your chest. He allows you to patch his wounds. It's difficult because he's hanging off of you. Zelda is sitting near you both around the campfire. It's a little a lot awkward because she's seen his entire journey. She has seen his feelings for you blossom. A part of her hurts because she won't have her Link back, but was he ever hers? It was just his duty.

ꨄ︎ His memories may have come back but he only has one person in his heart. That person is you. Zelda wants him to come back as a knight. He signs no. He has to stay near you. He will die without you.

ꨄ︎ He thinks the sweetest and most depraved things in his mind. He is constantly praising you within his mind. He wishes he could speak those words but he can't. So he signs them. He shows them through acts of service. His mind is just a constant track about you. Partially this is because of his knight training. He was trained to protect and serve. He was trained to help the princess. His mind still sometimes slips back into that. It's just you, you, you, danger?, you, you, you.

ꨄ︎ On that note, his trauma is constantly fueling his tendencies and how he sees you as his god(dess). He was a child knight, blames himself for failing to protect everyone before Calamity Ganon gave over, and woke up with zero memories and a mission to save all of Hyrule. You were the first person he met. You were and still are his guide to this world. Sure, you aren't fated to be with him. Sure, it could have been just a mistake— but you are the first person that ever got him. You didn't push him to speak. You took your time in learning how to communicate with him. You respected him not just as the hero but a person.

ꨄ︎ He takes interest in whatever you are interested in. He will go so far as trying to replicate what you are doing. He isn't great at art but he'll do his best to draw what you are doing. He shows it you like an excited little kid. He does little poems as well. They are all about his adoration to you and how much he wants to spend time with you. Sometimes they have some blood splatters on them. Don't think about it too hard.

ꨄ︎ He his naturally cautious when all of these goods things become interrupted with the introduction of The Chain. He is like a frightened animal with his hackles up. He has his mastersword pointed to the strange group. They introduce themselves and he relaxes a little. He stays by your side the entire time and makes sure everyone knows that you are taken by him.

ꨄ︎ It's really, really, really hard for him when you say you want to travel with The Chain. His thought process is like this: heartbreak. My God(dess) wants to be around other Links? Why do they want to put themselves in danger? Why? Why? I have to protect them. I have to. I need them near me. Why do they want to travel? Will they still cook for me and me only...? Or will I have to share? You want to travel to different Hyrules and fight monsters with them? You want to see their Hyrules? What if my Hyrule isn't good enough for you?

ꨄ︎ As much as he hates it— he'd do anything for you. He sets some ground rules though. No letting the others get too close. Stay by his side. Tell him everything. And do not, ever, put yourself in harms way. That has been his number one rule since day one. No getting yourself hurt. That scares him the most. He could live without you, but you are alive. He'd barely be alive but he could live. If you died? He'd kill himself and die right next to you. So when you get a scratch he wants, needs, aches to kill the thing that gave you that scratch.

ꨄ︎ You both begin traveling with The Chain and it goes better then expected. Wild is still the same Wild. He may even be getting a little better. The Chain is a bunch of hims. Wild is doing better in a way. He's gotten close to everyone and now knows some of their secrets. He's quiet and he listens. They are unassuming of him. Even the more cautious ones such as Hyrule, Legend, and Time bring their guard down a little. He rarely communicates with them but you know he is acutely listening. He only really signs to you.

ꨄ︎ So, it's perfect. There are a bunch of hims that stay away from you and protect you. He is getting them to trust him. You are safer than you have ever been. Safe. So safe. And if he needs to kill them for you? He's already got the information on them.

ꨄ︎ Wild always buys you things from the villages you all go to. He runs up to you and shoves them into your hands happily. It's one of the few times you see a smile on his usually stoic face. He absolutely adores buying you matching fits. He's practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. He loves matching with you. He even gets you a sword that mimics the mastersword in style. He teaches you how to wield it and everything.

ꨄ︎ He sabotages the others in The Chain if they try to spend time with you. He'll tell you things about them, dark things that he's learned. He'll write them out to you and slip them into your back pocket, your satchel, your bed roll. He'll make them look stupid in front of you. He might accidentally trip them or outbest them in sparring. He makes sure you see the worst of them and the best of him. He doesn't need words to steal your heart all for himself.

ꨄ︎ He always wakes up early and watches you sleep. He tries to resist your warmth to not fall asleep but it's too much. So he wakes up in the morning before you. He watches silently, unblinkingly. He thinks you look so adorable, so pretty, so handsome. You are even more angelic when you are awake. Your smile could even make Ganon fall to his knees.

ꨄ︎ He either makes breakfast for you or with you. He sits guard while you bathe in the river. He wants to take a peek but he doesn't! He's a loyal man. He's tempted. Very tempted though. He loves watching you do your skincare and getting ready though. His eyes rarely leave you while in eyesight.

ꨄ︎ His habits reach their most overbearing after Sage joins The Chain. His life was going so perfect with you. You got protection and he got you all to himself. Now, there's this new version of him. He is acting so... clingy towards you. He just seems so attached to you. Wild begins to get shooed away when Sage is near. You are all about being near Sage. Saving Sage.

ꨄ︎ He refuses to leave your side, even for a moment. He distances himself from the rest of The Chain. He begins to not eat. He begins to not sleep. He gets very nervous and becomes a wreck. He thinks if he does this to himself you'll love him. You loved him when he was like this before. Is this what you want? Do you want someone that needs you? He needs you more than anyone else. He doesn't see any reason to live anymore without you.

ꨄ︎ Like always, you save him. You save him from that dark place and refuse to leave his side. He cuddles into you and refuses to let you go. You feel guilty and you are worried sick about him. Wild almost died and he refuses to tell you why. You were sparring with Sage and suddenly you heard a sword slash in the woods. Wild stabbed himself in the heart with a sword... If it wasn't for Hyrule he'd be dead.

ꨄ︎ You sobbed for hours over his body and you refused to leave. You still do. You are beginning to succumb to his neediness and overprotective ways. Just like Wild wanted. He just needs to be wanted by you. He just needs your love. He just needs one person who will love him above all else.

ꨄ︎ Wild has you, but at Sage's expense. He's extremely irritated that this little boyfriend of yours is taking you away from him. A few of the other Links have mixed, upset, and possessive feelings as well. However, we'll discuss that another time.

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