#yandere zetsu

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Akatsuki Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ — 🍥 lady l: something I thought about for a while and decided to do it now. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️🖤

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, mention of death, yandere themes, stalking and jealousy.

❝🍥pairing: platonic yandere!akatsuki x gender neutral!reader.

Becoming part of Akatsuki was an important decision and one you knew shouldn't be made lightly. They were wanted and dangerous criminals. Once you decided to join, there would be no going back.

You were not innocent, you had already killed and committed some minor crimes and you were a well-trained ninja. That's why you decided to join Akatsuki. You just didn't know that your life would turn out completely different than you initially thought it would.

Pain was a little wary of allowing you to join Akatsuki, as not only did you not have a little-known reputation but there was something about you that unnerved him. That attracts him. But he decided to agree, after talking to Konan.

That's how you joined the world's most wanted ninja, Akatsuki and became their obsession.

Pain is the leader of Akatsuki and has a god complex. He is serious and distant, rarely approaching other members except to give him missions or orders. However, when he is Nagato he is totally different. Kind and shy. You and Konan are the only people who really know him as Nagato.

Regardless of your identity, he is very protective of you. He sees you as something good, as one of the few remnants of goodness, even if you are a criminal, you are still better than everyone. Besides being quite possessive of you. He wants to become a God and he will, but he sees no point in becoming one if you are not by his side.

Konan possessed a calmness, an admirable and frightening control. She has enviable self-control and this is visible in the way she deals with you. She is very calm around you, offering a kind smile and seeking any form of affection she can get from you.

She is desperate for affection, but she will never admit it. Konan is very intelligent and knows how to manipulate you. Stoic and cold-blooded, she will kill anyone who gets in her way, in your life other than herself and the other members. She takes whatever time she can have by your side.

Tobi has lost a lot during his life and these losses have shaped him into who he is today. He never expected to get attached to someone again, to love someone else after being deprived of someone he loved. This made him paranoid and very overprotective of you. Obito already lost someone he loved once, he won't lose you too.

He is introverted, however, and tries to avoid social interactions with the other Akatsuki members as much as possible, but with you, he is more sociable. Tobi is very possessive and always has one eye on you, especially when you are around the other members.

Itachi is calm and reserved, his feelings for you, the obsession he harbors, are very well hidden behind his mask. Not even the other members know Itachi very well, as he is enigmatic and mysterious. He deals with you the same way he does with everyone else, calmly and without showing much of how he feels. This makes you more distant.

However, he is not a really bad person. He did bad things, things he will regret. He sees a second chance in you, he trusts his intuition and you a lot. Itachi has a strong sense of empathy towards you and he is the one who notices the most if you are uncomfortable or upset about something, usually offering you comfort. He is possessive, however, because he has already lost a lot and wants your attention to him.

Kisame is a tailless tailed beast, a shark in humanoid form and he has strong predator instincts. He is very aggressive and can often be dominated by his bloodlust and desire for death, but he knows how to control himself when he wants to or when ordered to do so. You are one of the few people who can convince him to have mercy.

He's very perceptive, though. Kisame is always on alert and is aware of any danger and his first reaction is to take you away from danger. He is very protective and is also great at analyzing people and will know when you are bad.

Kakuzu only cares about money and himself, an avaricious and greedy man. He used to be like that until you joined Akatsuki and he started to care about you, but like a possession. Something that belonged to him, something to be controlled.

He often says that you can only trust him and money, the only two things you can rely on. Kakuzu is very attached to you and cares in his own way. He has a violent temper and becomes obsessed easily and you are his biggest obsession. He gets jealous very easily and reacts harshly to it.

Zetsu is a duality and only a manipulation, a difficult one to read and understand. White Zetsu is the easiest to deal with, he is playful and carefree, and he loves to tease others. He is very calm and loves to have fun with you, but he is very protective of you and although he doesn't usually use violence, he will.

Black Zetsu is the real problem. He is very intelligent and is the real brain behind many plans, serious and experienced. He is a great manipulator, appearing trustworthy and loyal, but his true loyalty is unknown to you. He is very possessive and a born stalker and will kill anyone who gets too close to you. He gets into several conflicts with White Zetsu because of this.

Deidara is extremely proud and fully believes that the greatest art form is destruction. He does not accept defeat and will always seek revenge. He is very reckless and even impulsive, often acting without thinking and that includes you. But he is not stupid, but rather calculating.

He is easily jealous and no one can insult you around him, as he will go crazy and be willing to sacrifice even himself to destroy the offender. Deidara protects you fiercely and his possessiveness leads him to states of madness that only you or Sasori can control. His favorite activity is the art of explosion with you.

Sasori is devoid of any human emotion, has no feelings of affection and is even considered inhuman. He doesn't feel anything, he never cared about anyone or anything, until he met you. Cold and distant, Sasori just watches from afar, preferring to keep his attention on his puppets.

You made him feel something for the first time in years, someone he could finally have the love he always wanted as a child. Sasori, although distant, still stays close to you when it suits him. He became possessive, even threatening the other Akatsuki members over you. He doesn't care about anything or anyone except you. And he won't let you be taken from him. Even if he has to turn you into a puppet. You will stay together.

Hidan has no respect for anything or anyone, insulting everything and everyone that suits him. Not even his own leader is safe from his insults, considering he doesn't respect him at all. Although a religious ninja, Hidan acts in a manner completely contrary to a religious person. He kills everything and everyone without any remorse.

He is quite easygoing towards you, his insults are never directed at you and he will eviscerate anyone who dares to insult you. Hidan is a sadist, finding pleasure in causing pain and killing his victims in the most painful way possible. He definitely wants to teach you how to be like him.

Akatsuki became more united when you joined and although there will always be conflicts between them, you became the missing piece. Pain would never let you leave, not when you were true peace. You're stuck with them forever.

[iyamaggies-blog]

Probs gonna make a part 2 to this

The narrator/reader is the yandere 😈

Still haven’t watched shippuden lol everything I know about Tobi/Obito is from other fanfics Lolol hope you enjoy!!

Let’s eat salad

I wonder what they talk about?

I would never spy on my precious Tobi, no I’m just keeping a thoughtful eye on him. Hiding in the trees nearby I can see Zetsu bothering Tobi in the forest.

Their meetings are sneaky. Something private just between them.

I can’t imagine why my darling would never mentions such meetings to me.

I bet this is somehow Zetsu’s fault…. Creating space between me and my beloved, one hushed whisper at a time. Making my cherished Tobi believe I’m someone to keep secrets from! I should be Tobis favorite!

He’d be better as a base for my salad!

I don’t trust him, that literal two faced-

“Got you!”

A small gasp escapes me as I’m yanked from my thoughts by Tobis firm grasp pulling me flush to his chest and lifting me off the ground into a tight bear hug as he cheers excitedly in my ear. How did he get behind me so fast?

“Did you think you could sneak up on Tobi?” He asks pressing the face of his mask close to my ear and swaying my body around side to side.

A smile tugs at my face and an embarrassingly dainty and girlish giggle flies past my lips as I squeak out his name

“Tobi!”

“I was gonna try and spook you but you caught me!” I blurt if between giggles. He lowers me so my feet can touch the ground releasing his grip on me and turns me around to face him, the casual man handling sending a jolt of excitement throughout my body.

“Silly senpai! You weren’t sneaky at all! You could never prank Tobi because Tobi is the master of pranks!”

“Oh maybe since your so bad at it I could teach you! Then you could call me senpai!”

I can’t help but stare up at him adoringly. Tobi is a silly secretive man who’s body is almost completely covered in fabric, but even with all the layers of cotton between us I feel so close to him. Ever since he joined the Akatsuki he’s paid special attention to me. He tried to act somewhat professional at first, polite enthusiastic small talk and lingering glances which soon escalated into pet games and playful manhandling. I immediately found myself coming up with any flimsy excuse I could to spend even another second with him. Im the one he’s supposed to have hushed whispers with…

Everything would be better if zetsu disappeared….

Noticing the silence I’ve let stretch between us I take a step towards Tobi and gently wrap my arms around his torso. Tilting my head upwards and resting my chin on his chest to set my loving gaze directly at his masks singular eye hole.

“Will you please teach me how to be sneaky Tobi-senpai?”

I’m gonna make zetsu disappear.

The sickeningly sweet tone of my voice seems to fluster Tobi, his hands lift and freeze by his sides and he takes a moment stumbling over his words. My opportunity to strike.

I quickly release my arms from his his torso and grasp around his shoulders hauling myself up his much taller frame to smack a quick peck of my lips to his mask. Promptly releasing my grip on him as I fall back to my feet a few steps back, cackling obnoxiously.

“Did I surprise you Senpai?? I’m really a quick learner!” I shout out between laughs. My hand covering my mouth as I look up at him through my eyelashes.

My laughter is interrupted my a surprised gasp as Tobi again pulls me from the ground this time hoisting me over his shoulder.

“Oh such a naughty student I have!”

He exclaims with a playful tone as he begins to walk towards the Akatsuki base. I can feel his muscles shifting under the fabric of his cloak as he carries me effortlessly. I can't help but feel a rush of excitement and anticipation for what's to come. Maybe Tobi will teach me some tricks on how to deal with Zetsu.

As we enter the base, I can feel the eyes of the other members on us. I can sense the jealousy and curiosity in their gazes, but I don't care. I'm too focused on Tobi and the way his large hand grips on the back of my my thighs, internally pleasing for his touch to slide higher…

We walk into a dark room and Tobi sets me down gently. He turns to face me, his mask still covering his face, but I can feel the intensity of his gaze.

"First lesson, senpai," he says, his voice low and serious. "You must always be aware of your surroundings. You never know who might be watching or listening."

With that, Tobi disappears into the shadows, leaving me alone in the room. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I try to focus on my surroundings. I can hear the faint sound of footsteps and the rustling of fabric.

Suddenly, Tobi appears behind me grabbing my wrist and spinning me around to face him. I try to wiggle out of his grasp but he takes control of my other wrist using his weight to knock me off balance and lower me to the ground. Hovering over top of me with my wrists still firmly in his grasp he kneels between my thighs bends down so his masked face is just inches from mine. “Oh wow you look adorable like this! So cute and helpless just for Tobi!”

His tone is teasing but the comment freezes me in place. Just for Tobi….

“Lesson number two, senpai," he states his breath hot against my skin. "Always be ready for anything! Wouldn’t want to find yourself pinned underneath your opponent! Especially one so much larger than you!” Even though the intention is playful I’ve had enough of Tobis mockery! Time to fight back!

and I fight dirty….

Planting my one foot on the ground for leverage I anchor my opposite thigh firmly over his hip around his waist and grind my pelvis against his. I see his single eye widen and he pulls back slightly, I think I hear a small gasp and it’s his turn to freeze above me. Using his surprise to my advantage I break free of his grip and grab his hands. I drag his one hand up to cup the side of my face. I can feel the intensity of his gaze as he hovers silently above me. “What’s the matter senpai? Did I surprise you again?” Wearing a devilish grin I take the opportunity to grind against him again as I tentatively Intertwine the fingers of our other hands. I see his eye shoot down to our intertwined fingers and I feel him squeeze my hand ever so slightly. “I thought you’d be prepared for anything.” I taunt tilting my face slightly towards the hand touching my face and gently nibble at the thumb of his glove. His gaze immediately shoots back to mine. He leans forward and traces his thumb over my lip staring at my mouth the entire time. He takes control of our intertwined hands and raises my arm up slightly until it’s next to my head before pressing down and pinning me. I smile up at him and I feel the gentlest press of his hips against mine, I gasp at the feeling of him, solid and monstrous against my hot core. “Please Tobi more.” I beg. Grinding my hips back against him to try and ease my own growing excitement. Fortunately thats all the encouragement he needs. Removing the hand from my face he leans forward to rest his weight on his elbow and entangle his fingers in my hair peering down at me the entire time he begins to grind against me with confidence. His pace is a little unsteady but the friction between our clothed bodies is breath taking. Wetness pools in my panties and my eyes flutter shut from the pleasure

“Look at me.” My eyes fly open to see Tobis piercing red stare hypnotize me. Is his eye…swirling? An untamed mewling rips from my throat unexpectedly when his clothed erection grinds deliciously against my clit. “A-ah! Keep doing that please!” I Yelp tossing my head to the side. Separating out intertwined fingers Tobi brings his hand to the back of my thigh behind me knee in a grip clearly meant to keep me in place as I begin with to squirm from the intensity . He presses his masked face into the crook of my neck and I hear him take a deep sniff of my hair. “So pretty and perfect just for me.” Has Tobi always been this powerful? He seemed almost nervous a few minutes ago when I initiated this but the man above me has completely taken charge! Caging me underneath him and radiating carnal desire. Even his voice sounds different!

“Oh am I interrupting?” My entire being is eclipsed with rage at the sound of zetsus voice. Snapping my head over to the source of the sound my glare is venemous once I see zetsu in the corner of the room. Just his head and shoulders peaking out from the floor. “Yes! Go awa-“

“Oh nope! Just a little friendly student, sensei role play!” Tobis interrupts me in his typical loud mannerisms as he quickly pulls away from my and begins to rise to his feet. “Tobi! I-“ he continues to interrupt me as he yanks me to my feet and pulls me towards the door before pushing me out of his room. I turn to face him wide eyed and confused. “Oooooh Im sorry, dont be upset! I was having so much fun with our lesson but we’ll have yo finish it later!” He quickly boops my nose with his index finger and pulls back into his room shutting the door and then I’m alone. I’m standing alone in the hallway staring at his door.

I’m gonna kill zetsu.

[ataraxiaspainting]

Chrollo Lucilfer Yandere Analysis.

Yan Chrollo x F Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, not SFW (both non-con and dub-con), the reader is described as AFAB and uses she/her pronouns respectfully, forced tattooing, Chrollo having a god complex but that's nothing new lol, Stockholm Syndrome, stalking, parallels to religion (mainly Judeo-Christianity), implied body transformation (using Chrollo’s book), masturbation, manipulation, and violence/gore.

Word Count: 13k.

credits to @ddarker-dreams for the yandere MBTI and like everything she writes for this creepy greaseball (check her out if you haven’t already!!) <33333

another thanks to @depravitycentral for the inspiration! check them out too!!!! their general profile and nsfw profile for mr. chrollo specifically BUT everything they write is pretty good! <33333

one last thanks to @phasmophobia-territory for the ultimate yandere types list and @blughxreader for the yandere personality meme. both have inspired the unique qualities part of this analysis, so please be sure to check them out! <333

also, for quotes i tried to do something like genshin impact/honkai: star rail voicelines so i apologize if they aren’t good (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

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I look forward to living life with you from here on out. However, just know that there will be many different roads we will walk together on. Their lengths will depend on you, for better or for worse. As time goes on, however, I know that they will all end eventually.

→ Introduction.

The very definition of an empty shell, Chrollo has had his humanity stripped of him from a very young age. The only people who have ever made him feel something are all members of the Troupe or are buried underground, burning in hell or soaring above the clouds as angels, either one a much better existence than the life they all spent in Meteor City. So, when he sees you, someone who has been able to make him feel something without interacting with him at all, without the use of Nen, without even brushing your shoulder against him while running to your train in a hurry, he does not know what to do.

He feels like he is back to being a small child, roaming the streets and looking through dumpsters for anything of value trying to ignore the pain of the cuts and infections all over his body. You bring up a feeling he has not felt in years; fear. Despite this situation being far, far different from those times, his brain thinks otherwise. It sends him a fight or flight response every time he sees you, as much as he hides it, much like he hides himself among the crowds and crowds of people as he follows you home. You have resurrected a beast thought to be long dead, something innate, animal, almost carnal, without even lifting a finger.

Is this who he is, he wonders? He finally feels something, for once, a sense of belonging and identity and… humanity.

It fills him with a sense of euphoria, while you view it with dread every time his Zetsu slips for just a moment. You always look over your shoulder during those times and start walking faster, but definitely not enough to deter him, and it will never be enough.

→ Darling Character Analysis.

Creative.

Chrollo has a deep curiosity about the world and appreciates a darling who shares this thirst for knowledge and intellectual growth. The form of expression doesn't matter to him, whether it's through writing, music, or eloquent speech. What truly matters to Chrollo is that his darling can communicate uniquely and authentically.

In a concerning manner, Chrollo imitates his darling’s behaviors to an extreme degree, devouring everything they do with an insatiable appetite. It doesn't matter how his darling presents their interests to him, whether it's straightforward or not. For instance, if his darling mentions their love for playing the violin after spending days alone with only Chrollo for company, the next day a brand new violin will mysteriously appear on the table beside their side of the bed. Chrollo will secretly learn to play the violin himself, the one he purchased as well as the one he gifted to his darling, practicing when they are not paying attention or are fast asleep.

As a result, his darling may find themselves obligated to reciprocate this behavior by learning Chrollo's favorite musical pieces.

He will experience immense joy, perhaps so much that he will hold them down on the bed and shower their face with kisses while they squirm and kick. Even when they eventually stop, he will continue, disregarding their pleas for him to stop.

As always, his strength is overpowering, leaving you with no action to do other than to say no.

At least there is some form of care after it is all over and done with, although it always somehow involves blending with whatever activity preceded it. For instance, if it was playing the violin, he would play you with both your favorite pieces on the gramophone he put near the bathtub while giving you a massage and preparing a relaxing bath for both of you.

It is painful, more so than the usual ache between your legs, because he pays attention to your desires and exploits them, even when he appears to be gentle. The pain lingers, no matter how hard you try to disconnect from everything happening around you.

He gives you everything you want, and it hurts because you always know why.

Bold.

A darling who never hides their intentions and just goes for it would spark some sort of admiration in Chrollo, especially if they use their boldness on him as a manipulation tactic.

He finds it entertaining most of all, but also there is a small part of him that is grateful for it because it makes his darling seem more human to him and not just something to own.

Boldness is quite a human trait, one that he so adores, especially with those he holds close like fellow members of the Troupe. It is also quite a trait that can easily be manipulated.

If you attempt to flirt to lower his guard, he will flirt back twice as hard. 

When everything is over and done with, he will admit he knows exactly what you are doing as he kisses you again, you not kissing him back this time, as good as your acting was, much to your horror.

Resourceful.

Chrollo sees himself above the rest of man, a God in his way, so a darling who is quite similar to him he would adore.

That is not to say he could not fall for someone the complete opposite of him, someone who is impulsive and wears their heart on their sleeve and everything else he does not and cannot do, but the probability is low compared to a darling that plans everything and keeps their cards close, much as he does.

That makes escape attempts though, quite common, considering how resourceful his darling can be, like using a file to saw the metal in one of his safes or the iron on their leg keeping them in his penthouse. But he loves it, it is one of his favorite things about them.

It is endless entertainment to him, a sort of fight against himself, albeit he is much, much stronger when it comes to wits most likely. You can think on your feet as much as you want, but so will he.

He will mirror their actions until the end.

Independent.

Much like his beloved's cleverness, he derives amusement from their self-reliance. He takes pleasure in dismantling their barriers bit by bit until they have no choice but to rely on him completely.

Indeed, Chrollo views his beloved as simultaneously superior and inferior to him.

There is no equality between them, only a shifting power dynamic that his beloved will soon discover. They will never be certain if his actions, like retrieving their favorite snack from the top shelf of the pantry, are expressions of love or gestures of mockery.

At times, it may be both. At times, it may be neither.

His thoughts remain inscrutable, and he revels in it.

Cunning.

Chrollo loves it when your eyebrows furrow, when you’re deep in focus, especially when you are trying to come up with an escape plan and not noticing him right behind you, because of that expression on your face.

It’s unholy, the way he worships you with sacrifices both living and not. He wants to ruin you, yet keep you as you are. So, after a long time of pondering, he concludes. He will remake your shape, not enough to completely alter it, but just enough for your walls to tumble down and let him in. That is why while he will let you try and try again to escape, he will still attempt to get into your head. He is like a poison, a parasite, imprisoning you in your fears, insecurities, and plans that are doomed to fail sooner or later. It is what he wants to be, but he also wants to be more. 

More and more he will be, and more and more he will take from you. It is only natural to want more than what is given, correct? 

It is how Chrollo and the other Troupe members survived so long in Meteor City. They take and take, not caring who they hurt because it is human instinct to want and seize. He will argue as such whenever you try to guilt him because you will soon know that he holds no shame in whatever he does. He is selfish, and he wants to stay that way. He wants you to do the same, so he loves it when you fight him or try to run away because he knows it is only nature. Nature will run its course regardless of who wants it to not. Nature does not care, so why should he? Why should you?

But he also wants you to not be as selfish as him, despite him knowing that it most likely will not be unless you are broken down enough. But that is fine, Chrollo tells himself because that time will eventually arise.

Mature.

Maturity is an elusive quality that characterizes Chrollo, yet eludes him as well. It ebbs and flows like a breeze, carrying seeds to unknown destinations, beyond the perception of onlookers. Unfortunately, you, the observer, are an unwilling participant in the multitude of games he plays and the various disguises he dons. Occasionally, Chrollo can act impulsively, adopting yet another facade acquired from others in the interludes of his life. However, there are moments when he patiently waits for the opportune time to strike, akin to a cunning serpent. But this outcome relies on your level of vigilance or innocence. Perhaps, one day, you'll find it best to surrender to his will. Chrollo eagerly anticipates that day.

Hardworking.

Chrollo feels a mix of jealousy and a desire for control when he sees someone truly dedicated to their pursuits. He wants to replicate their passion and adopt a similar persona. At the same time, he is intrigued by their determination and ambition, as he wants to understand every aspect of their character. This admiration creates a thrilling challenge for him, as he seeks to imitate their drive while also appreciating it. He wants to both admire and exploit this trait to engage in a game of cat and mouse until they submit. Perhaps it would be good to do just that, to prevent yourself from getting hurt again.

Observant.

Chrollo finds great pleasure in the thrill of the hunt, especially when his keen-eyed darling begins to notice subtle indications of being watched. These signs, carefully planted by Chrollo himself, make his darling increasingly cautious. For Chrollo, taking risks brings great rewards. Although these signs are intentional, they still hold, don't they? A lingering footstep behind them. A faint smile on a stranger's face, an unfamiliar figure lurking in an alley near his companion's residence. These signals confirm that they are being stalked, and Chrollo is entertained by the fact that their sharp instincts assure them that this is no mere coincidence or misunderstanding.

Logical.

Chrollo's beloved should possess some semblance of logic, even if it deviates from conventional understanding. The key lies in their thought process, rather than adherence to reason. This cognitive approach, be it driven by emotions or rationality, captivates Chrollo. They meticulously evaluate facts, evidence, and outcomes, exercising caution in moments of perceived advantage, as well as during bouts of insecurity and danger, where they must think quickly on their feet. This mental calculus can either serve them well or inadvertently lead to their downfall. They carefully weigh the pros and cons, thus fueling Chrollo's insatiable desire for the fun of the chase, which hinges upon ultimately catching his beloved in the act.

A Leader.

If you hold a position of leadership, whether at work or among friends, this situation will be even more perplexing and distressing for you. In an instant, you were no longer in charge, forcibly removed from your familiar surroundings and confined. Your authority, influence, and status, which held great significance, have been stripped away. You may experience a profound sense of helplessness and powerlessness as if all your hard work has been unjustly taken from you. Chrollo, as your captor, will seek to exert even more control over you if you possess the characteristic of leadership. He finds it ironic that you are now compelled to follow him, forever robbed of the opportunity to lead while you remain in captivity.

Confident Outside, Insecure Inside.

Chrollo takes great pleasure in this particular attribute, as a mere few words, be they soothing or otherwise, have the power to manipulate you effortlessly.

You find yourself compelled to dance and sing, controlled by invisible strings or some intangible force, as there seems to be no other recourse in this predicament. After enduring prolonged isolation, you will unquestioningly revere Chrollo's words, no matter how distorted they may be, treating them as a testament to be praised. And Chrollo eagerly anticipates the arrival of that day.

It instills fear in you, as both of you are aware that such a day will inevitably arrive.

With a few choice words, Chrollo can elicit tears or smiles from you, a feat that few others have managed to accomplish.

You despise it, while Chrollo utterly loves it. Intelligent.

Intelligence encompasses a wide range of abilities, making it possible for Chrollo to be drawn to various types. However, what truly captivates him is a darling who possesses either linguistic or interpersonal intelligence, or even better, both. He desires someone who can effortlessly decipher people's intentions, using words that ignite a fire within him, even if those words are aimed at him or others.

The type or types of intelligence his darling possesses greatly influences their relationship. How he presents himself in public, whether as a kind gentleman or someone who keeps his distance, depends on their emotional intelligence and intuition. Additionally, Chrollo finds it incredibly appealing when his darling shares a specific interest that is completely new to him. This not only allows him to learn something new but also adds another mask to his ever-expanding collection.

Someone who is emotionally intelligent, like his beloved, would pose a challenge for him to manipulate. They possess the ability to understand him better than most, making it all the more satisfying for Chrollo when they succumb to his desires. After all, as Chrollo often says, the greater the risk, the greater the reward.

→ Yandere MBTI: CAMS. (Cruel, Aware, Manipulative, Strict)

Chrollo possesses great skill in dismantling individuals but lacks the necessary expertise to reconstruct them according to his vision. Unfortunately, you have become an unwilling participant in his experiments. Share with him your deepest anguish and vulnerabilities. Chrollo also portrays himself as a universal remedy, claiming that he holds the power to alleviate all your suffering and resolve your troubles, provided you heed his advice.

However, he waits until he has captured you, and your defenses have crumbled. In that moment of vulnerability, when you are cut off from the world, consumed by sorrow, unable to eat or speak, he reveals himself as a deity. He extends his hand to you, leading you along a path he meticulously constructed. This path is filled with suffering, a never-ending cycle of waiting for both of you. But at the end of this dark tunnel lies Chrollo's ultimate desire: your affection.

What is your ultimate pain, what is your ultimate wish? I can provide anything and everything for you, beloved if you do not stray away from the light.

If you happen to encounter him in public before he abducts you, it is because he willingly allows you to do so, aiming to create a favorable impression that will prevent you from suspecting his true intentions. However, if you do find yourself growing suspicious, it is not without justification. Nevertheless, he will persist in attempting to dispel your doubts by showering you with more gifts and displaying gentlemanly behavior such as pulling out your chair and kissing your hand or inner wrist. Yet, everything appears excessively flawless, to the extent of inducing nausea. Everything is so… flawless all of the time, but only when you are around him and him alone. Ironically, despite Chrollo's desire to dissuade your wariness towards him, his tender and kind gestures only evoke fear.

Chrollo effortlessly switches between portraying himself as a divine figure and a malevolent force, adapting to the circumstances at hand. On one hand, he displays an uncanny perfection, never making a mistake and seemingly possessing an understanding of your thoughts and emotions even before you do. On the other hand, he reveals his true nature as pure evil by casually initiating a bet to see who can consume the most alcohol, leaving you as an unwilling participant in this game of his. As soon as you become intoxicated, he unveils himself as the embodiment of wickedness, groaning as your clothes rip off and you cry his mouth is on yours and he keeps murmuring things into your ear that are so much more terrifying than sweet and-

Panaceas are eternal, refusing to fade away, regardless of your preferences. And so is this situation with me, my dearest.

Chrollo often repeats the phrase that he would sacrifice his life for you. However, there is doubt as to whether he truly means it. His actions, whether they be subtle or overt, inflict daily harm upon you, both mentally and physically. He disguises his hurtful behavior as casual conversation, a serious one, and everything in between. Chrollo's self-centered nature raises the question of why he would make such a claim.

You remain unaware of his true intentions, as Chrollo holds the knowledge of what is genuine and what is fabricated close to his chest. He perpetuates this ambiguity, ensuring that you will never uncover the truth. Once again, Chrollo finds himself in a position of guilt, but the specific charges remain unknown. As an impartial judge, you can't discern between deceit and honesty when you have never been taught the difference. Chrollo, determined to maintain this state of uncertainty, ensures that the truth remains elusive, no matter what lengths he has to go to to make sure it stays that way.

Chrollo possesses the ability to assume various roles. He can portray himself as a reliable partner rather than a deceitful captor, a compassionate individual rather than a mass murderer, a savior rather than someone in need of rescue... The possibilities are endless. This charade is not merely a game to him, but a necessity to maintain his façade. Even if he desired to, he could never remove these disguises, as he is oblivious to his true identity, because who is he without his lies? Nothing? It is a sorrowful predicament for both me and him, you will think someday, one that may prompt you to ponder whether it is Stockholm Syndrome or your inherent empathy for others.

At some point, you will allow him to take what he desires, whether it be when he reaches a breaking point and loses control, or when you become desperate for any form of human interaction.

Whenever you are in need, call out my name. I will be there to provide whatever cure you desire for the ailment at hand.

→ Unique Qualities.

Yandere Type: 

Possessive.

Chrollo in one word would be selfish, and he himself would not deny that it suits him quite well.

Whatever he touches turns to gold in the most metaphorical sense. Whenever he sees something he wants, he will take it. Everything Chrollo takes either has rhyme and reason to it or none at all. He turns them into gold as a sign of who owns them. Even if you have fallen or will eventually fall prey to this touch. The golden touch immobilizes you so you never ever leave him. 

Like King Midas, he is selfish, and he takes pride in it. He is never humble in anything he does. That much is certain. He holds you in his arms at night like he knows your weight in gold, that he could never lose you as he lost himself all those years ago. His kisses are gentle when he wants them to be, or they can be as aggressive as he wants them to be. You’ll come to learn that it does not matter what you want, what matters is what Chrollo wants. Does not having a say in your hell hurt? Or does not having a choice help you justify to yourself that you must escape this?

Monitoring. (Watches From Afar / Direct Contact)

Really, it is Shalnark that does most of the work here, but it is still worth mentioning, especially since what Chrollo cannot get through traditional stalking alone, he asks a very teasing Shalnark to get for him. Though, if Shalnark fails, Feitan is put to the task, much to Feitan’s quite less than subtle annoyance, not that he would ever voice it. Through this trio, the work is separated into three strategies.

Chrollo’s way of finding information is as classic as it comes. Either he is observing you go about your usual day, to that coffee shop you visit before going to work, to the library you frequent on the weekends, to a park you like walking in to see the birds and to get a change of scenery while you read, or he is inside your home, looking through drawers, sampling some leftovers even from your fridge, and making a literal list of things to buy you either later or in the present moment and things to take with him when he inevitably steals you away. Shalnark’s way comes through the internet, through placing cameras in your home and showing Chrollo the footage day in and day out, and perhaps even making an online friend of you if you are that social with other people. To him, it’s all child’s play, especially with finding family members and friends of yours for later, to perhaps ask them questions under the guise of a fellow friend of yours even. But the information that neither Shalnark nor Chrollo can get from stalking alone relies on Feitan, which is where all the finding people you know and love trickle down and puddle at the bottom of this sort of vial of differing plans. This is a last resort, sort of, because there are better things that Feitan can be doing, really, but he is nothing less than loyal to Chrollo and the other Spiders, so he’ll find people who may know the answers his boss was looking for.

He does not blame Chrollo, because if the information was something even Shalnark could not find, it is something so secretive that it could metaphorically be so beneath the waves that it is on the bottom of the ocean floor.

Feitan takes on the role of the more experienced diver because he wants to make Chrollo happy.

Thankfully for most of those you know, only a maximum of perhaps five people are flicked off before you are brought to whatever penthouse Chrollo has bought for the next month or so. The rest can continue with their lives as it was, not that Feitan cares or Shalnark cares or Chrollo cares, except for poor, poor you.

Removing Nuisances. (Murder Likelihood: 8/10)

Similarly to gathering information about you, dealing with rivals follows a similar sort of hierarchy. Chrollo follows them, albeit with far less care and perhaps even stealing a few things along the way, if the rivals are rich enough, though that is quite rare to happen. Instead, he would try to threaten them through anonymous emails or letters, perhaps even with a photo of them sleeping thrown into the mix. But if that does not work, Shalnark is up next, digging up past searches and buyings that the rival perhaps regrets or wants to remain hidden. It could be anything, really, and soon this information will start to spread like a flame until the rival’s reputation is utterly ruined. If the rival is still stubborn about wanting to be romantically involved with you, Feitan is last, burying a corpse underground that looks far from the human it once was by the end of it all, and Feitan, unsurprisingly, likes this sort of business rather than simply lying in wait for a friend of yours to unfortunately cross his path.

Perhaps even Chrollo will join Feitan in this session or sessions. It sometimes happens, when Chrollo is too pent up or feeling especially angry, although he hides it well with a smile that is a bit too wide, at this rival in particular. By the end of it, when both he and Feitan look like they took a bath in blood with their clothes on, Chrollo laughs, and Feitan snickers. He feels good, both of them do. Maybe this is why Chrollo is so taken with you, Feitan wonders. The power and control that comes with you… it’s utterly addicting, isn’t it?

Adam and Eve. (Absolute Isolation) (Kidnapping Likelihood: 10/10)

Before he takes you away, Chrollo makes sure that whatever he cannot replace he takes with him. This includes memorabilia, photos, family heirlooms if you have any, and even annotated novels you have on your bookshelf with notes sticking out of them like sore thumbs. He manages to take it all away easily, just like he does with you. Chrollo, despite how selfish he is, still wants in some capacity to make you happy. In your “adapting stage”, you may be able to hide away from him in the bathroom and lock the door, but at least you will have the choice to continue whatever hobbies you had before that Chrollo allows you to do while you are self-isolating. 

He sees this small reason for you not to hate him entirely as a win. A triumph followed by many others to come.

Collector’s Habit. (Comfortable Imprisonment / Chains + Cages)

Chrollo’s penthouse is lined with things both of significance to him and you. Almost all of it is stuff that he has stolen, however, not that he cares. The paintings lined up in the dining room, the many pretty dresses put in your closet and you are forced to wear, the jewelry that he clasps onto your neck and fingers and wrists like chains, all of them are stolen in some capacity or another. 

The things that he had stolen from your home all look like they belong there, almost. Your favorite pink beret placed next to a porcelain plate of macaroons and fruit a note telling you to get ready for a date later in the evening, an old photo of you placed in a frame that ought to be at least three hours worth of your salary, your most cherished books all lined up next to Chrollo’s own, all the covers and sizes somewhat similar to one another that it almost drives you mad. It brings Chrollo comfort, while it brings you ire. 

Possibly, you’ll read one of his Dostoevsky pieces when you think he is gone, or you’ll try on one of his many fur coats when it gets too chilly or when you are curious. But curiosity always finds a way to kill the cat, because when you think you are not going to be caught, Chrollo finds a way to sneak up behind you and simply observe, smirking, even when you see him.

Attention-Seeking.

Chrollo has always been one to utterly enjoy being in the limelight. He loves acting parts, playing parts as classy as a Prince Charming to a part as scheming as a villain that has locked the princess in a tower. You get both, the unlucky person you are. He gives you roses and proclaims poems and confessions of absolute love and undying loyalty, but you then remember that he is the one that trapped you here, to begin with.

This life that was forced upon you is a fairytale very close to cracking and falling apart, but never does.

You are forced to be a helpless maiden waiting for a knight in shining armor to rescue her, but unfortunately for you, that knight is also the very evildoer in this story. So, you try to be your own knight, your own prince, but it will never be as close or as real as an actual hero. So, your attempts fail, regardless of how long they were in the making. You are not strong enough, not fast enough, and you simply cannot write your own ending in this whimsical tale if Chrollo is always aware of them.

But you come up with a plan that takes weeks upon weeks and months upon months for it to bear fruit. 

You'll comply with his desires and make your getaway when he least anticipates it. Thus, you're compelled to dance with Chrollo, flawlessly and without objection, to safeguard your plan. However, with each movement, it feels as though nails are penetrating your foot, for you're uncertain if Chrollo is aware of your actions, and it fills you with immense fear.

But it is too late to back out of this, so you keep on doing this waltz.

Eliminating Rivals. 

The basement, as always, is filled with dust and dirt with insects both alive and dead scattered on the floor next to Feitan’s equipment. Chrollo does not mind it, though, despite him still wearing the suit he wore when he was following you to the train station, the route you usually took to get back from your best friend’s house to your place. He does not like her, but he decides to let her still do whatever with her life as she pleases, unlike the person currently zip-tied to one of the rusty chairs with broken legs. As long as she does not try to seek to be more than friends with you, she’ll be safe from harm. Even though Chrollo’s gut is telling him that she will try, that she will kiss you, say “I love you” to you and maybe go on top of you in bed and-

He tries not to think about it, he is already behind schedule enough as it is, though he could just make Feitan do the work by himself. He tries not to think about it because he has to start preparing his penthouse for your arrival soon to come. He has already purchased some new comforter sets for the bedroom, along with some of the skincare products he knows you use in the bathroom. He’s busy, too busy to involve himself with something other than torturing this man and getting back on track. He focuses on the scene ahead, trying not to think about that friend of yours or the barista who always looks at you for a tad bit too long. If he let his emotions and not logic control him, he would have murdered half this town already and left love notes on their headstones.

He looks at the man, covered in his own blood, his own vomit, his own feces from being confined there for days before Chrollo arrived, deathly thin from starvation and dehydration. From what Feitan told him, Feitan gouged out one eye one day and the other eye the next day, leaving him blind and weeping, his vocal cords far-reaching past their limit, crying out gibberish like some sort of animal, something not too conscious enough of its surroundings to be anything considered even near human.

“Fei, do you hear that?”

“...I do.”

Sexual Drive: 5/10.

Chrollo knows most of what there is to know about sex, but not for his own pleasure. He uses this knowledge mainly in intelligence gathering, when Shalnark, Feitan, and even Pakunoda are not able to get the information the Troupe needs for their next heist. He holds sex with little to no emotional value because of this, since his love for the other Troupe members is high above what little admiration he could possibly hold for those people that he subtly interrogates while fucking them as gently or as hard as they want him to, whispering in their ear when they are feeling their most euphoric, asking them what dons are trading with each other and with what, asking them how the president of this company makes so much when the value of their imports and exports don’t exactly match up, asking them how exactly many secret passageways this mansion has… it’s endless, really, how much information he can get out of them. The human body is so vulnerable, especially when pain mixes with pleasure or pleasure mixes with pain or pain is alone or please is alone. Chrollo is grateful for it.

But when it comes to sex with you, Chrollo then finally sees the emotional side of this spectrum. Your bodies bond and become one, melting into one another as you both moan out each other’s name, lovingly yours and lovingly his.

This development does not surprise him because he does want an emotional bond with you in some sense of the word, he wants you to worship him just as much as he does with you.

Let us go, shall we? Before you could answer, his hand grabs your wrist, his grip making it impossible for someone like you to break away. We… have plenty to talk about and do, correct?

Violence Towards Darling: 3/10.

Don’t take this as a sign that he will not use violence on you at all. Believing that Chrollo's violent tendencies towards you are limited to slapping or ignoring you is a naive assumption. You soon realize that attempting to strike him is futile due to his lightning-fast reflexes. Fighting back against Chrollo will not resolve anything. Instead, you come to understand that he wants you to be like a pet, constantly performing tricks and obediently following his commands.

You wonder if he would also display you like a trophy. Uncertain, you contemplate whether or not you want to find out. Eventually, a few nights later, you dream of a life without Chrollo's constant control, where he does not touch you possessively and parade you around expensive events. You recognize that you are nothing more than his lapdog, his pet, his trophy.

However, Chrollo claims to see something more in you. Is he being genuine in his belief? Do you really desire to uncover the truth?

Violence Towards Others: 8/10.

In his search for you, he maintains his usual calm demeanor, though his eyes reveal his inner turmoil. Anger fills his vision, overshadowing any light. Surely, you couldn't have gone too far. He frantically scans the penthouse until he finds you on the balcony... in the company of someone else.

“Feeling intrusive, are we?”

He pays no mind to the identity of this person, although it's likely they are a former lover or at the very least, a love interest. Your declarations of love and reciprocated kisses leave no room for doubt. How they managed to reach this height is irrelevant to him.

Without uttering a single word, he opens his book, channeling an unseen force from his hands to your ill-fated companion, causing them to plummet to the ground amidst screams from both of you.

After a few moments of tears, mumbled apologies, and the utterance of their name, he informs you that a serious discussion will take place later. With that, you silently follow him back inside. He will contact Shizuku to handle the cleanup of the body in due time.

Vanilla / Kinky

Favorite Kinks:

Begging.

Both inside and outside the bedroom, Chrollo likes having you beg, from you begging him to let you orgasm to you begging him to get you that new book in that series you were quite interested in before you got stolen away. It’s a power dynamic no doubt, it makes him feel wanted by you, needed by you, loved by you. That’s all he wants, really, your love and devotion and for you to promise to be his sun and moon and stars, for you to say he is bigger and more important to me than the sky, for you to hold him, for him to hold you.

No matter how much time passes, how many different places you both stay in and leave, how many countries you visit for leisure or for Chrollo's next big scheme, he refuses to break this unhealthy pattern, even for your sake. He enjoys this routine, so why would he alter it? He will occasionally tease you for being rather selfish, even as you both grow older and wiser and your hairs both white and your skin wrinkly. He will even say it to you when your corpse is resting peacefully in its coffin, as he sheds tears for the first time in many years.

Every time please, Chrollo, please, I… comes out of your mouth, it sounds like to him, the most beautiful martial vow. 

He locks each and every one into the deepest crevices of his heart like unwilling prisoners, despite how small and cold and dead his said heart is, at least to you. They don’t want to stay, but they have to because I want them there in remembrance. Just like you. Poetic, is it not?

Voyeurism. 

The screen in front of him showed you coming out of the shower, your body dripping with soapy water with a towel on your body that barely covered anything and a smaller towel covering your hair that was put up in a clip. Shalnark placing cameras all around your place made things much easier to know things about you that he could not find out through traditional stalking alone. He is grateful for him.

Slowly, as he smiled, one of his hands went into his pants, then his boxers as he caressed the half-hard thing beneath them both. He kept groaning as it got harder and harder, his breathing getting faster and faster. He is not sure how much time had gone by, but he knows that there was now liquid, slow and warm, running down his legs and is all over his hand, and as always, you were none the wiser.

Oral. (Receiving)

Your knees are on the floor, having been there so long it hurts. Your neck is curved backward and your mouth is in pain from his large manhood in there like an unwanted intruder, as you desperately gag and choke and cry. The only reason you have not successfully gotten away is because one of his hands is grabbing the back of your head and pulling you every time you pull, hopelessly still trying to fight.

Your hands are tied behind your back with silk to not damage the skin of your wrists, while you desperately try to claw your way out of them.

You’re in the clothing that he wants you to wear, as usual, though calling it clothing would be an overstatement as it hardly covers anything. A black thong with a short skirt, along with a low-cut bralette. As always, you have no say in the matter, and even though you are unable to utter a word, he showers you with affectionate words, as fake as they seem.

Favorite Parts:

Your Thighs.

It is more of a comfort thing than anything else, really. The way that it is one of the softest parts of you, one of the meatiest parts of you, and, most of all, the easiest parts of you to grab and hold and kiss and press hickeys into and fuck.

It’s only natural for a thief to want to keep their prized possessions close to them, is it not, my darling? 

While Chrollo still places you all of his mementos and diamonds and paintings among the many, many other things he has hidden away in his current penthouse, seeing you as better than all of those things combined, he still sees you, in some ways, as something to be sanctioned, whether it be for your own safety or just his pure, unadulterated selfishness, or perhaps both.

So, he holds onto your thighs at all times pretty much, squeezing the flesh for either attention or just because he needs some security that you are still there with him, no matter how close you physically are to him.

He will occasionally rest his head on your lap, reciting his book aloud while you are obliged to listen. He never dozes off because he is too cautious for that, although he yearns for it. His desire to lie down and have you run your fingers through his hair as he gradually drifts to sleep almost surpasses all his other needs. It may sound like a fantasy for him, no pun intended.

However, it would be a nightmare for you, whether he falls asleep or not. But as always, Chrollo hardly cares. If you dare to object, your longer skirts, shorts, and one pair of sweatpants will vanish for approximately a month, only to be replaced by outrageously short clothes that barely qualify as attire.

They’re soft, just like your lips, your voice, just everything else about you, you, you. It’s the parts that most perfectly describe you, he’ll say, forcing you to tolerate all his touches because his hand is not going anywhere, just like the rest of me, sweetling.

Just stay still and let me see how plush you are just for me, alright?

If he ignores all the goosebumps and the shivers, he can assume that this is what heaven feels like. It must be, right, dearest?

Your Collarbone.

Despite everything else about him, Chrollo can be a sort of traditionalist when he wants to be. This applies quite rarely though, only really affecting the relationship he has with you, both inside and outside of the bedroom.

He likes how the bones stick out, the crevices just so perfect for him to slide the tip of his fingers across, just so perfect for him to kiss and bite, just so perfect to hang necklaces from so they are on a sort of diagonal and reflect the light, making them shine and making them highlight the hickeys that have been pressed into them, right below them, and right above them…

He forces you to wear all kinds of accessories and low-cut shirts that he can find, not caring how much money it would cost, just to see some diamond-encrusted choker on your neck. He says in the calmest voice he can muster that it is no big deal, darling, just trust me and I got this for you and you alone, now why don’t you be a sweetheart and put it on? You might think that a choker and a collar are essentially the same, as they both tightly grip the neck like a suffocating hold. However, Chrollo pays no mind to this, as owners don't concern themselves with their pets realizing they're wearing such a sign of possession.

Your Feet.

Chrollo appreciates art in his own unique way, specifically when it comes to sculpting and realism. He finds your feet to be truly exquisite, along with the rest of you. Despite your attempts to ignore it or cover them up, he has a clear fondness for your feet. Your toes are round, your heels are perfectly shaped, and your soles fit perfectly in his hands when he places heeled shoes on them. In secret, he also enjoys the scent of your feet, although he would never admit it. He would rather die than confess. 

Your feet are cute and can become sweaty and sticky, making them easy to hold onto, just like your thighs. 

Those traits really remind him after you orgasm, with you of course begging repeatedly for it a few moments before he lets you.

It's a hidden pleasure for him, even if you were to discover it, he would keep it to himself. You won't be able to get any information from him. If you do happen to find out, don't be surprised when a substantial portion of your jewelry drawer is filled with anklets.

His Fingers.

Chrollo admires his hands more than most other parts of his body. He trims his fingernails every two weeks, putting hand cream every time he steps out of the bath, never skipping this routine of his. The reason he admires his hands so much is that despite all the bloodshed and other dirty acts he does with them, they remain on the outside clean. It boosts his ego, in a way.

There are just so many uses for them, he loves flipping the pages of his favorite novels with them, he loves cutting food for both you and himself with them, he loves squeezing your thigh as either a warning or a sign of love… there are just endless possibilities, at least from his perspective.

But his new favorite thing is to fuck your clit with them, and yours alone.

Is it a privilege, then, that only yours can bring him such joy? Whether you believe it to be so or not, it holds no significance, for Chrollo finds pleasure in this, and only his satisfaction matters, given that he is the one who has taken you captive.

Please, Chrollo, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I can’t take this anymore I-

His movements are flawlessly executed, almost unfairly so. They are deliberate yet unhurried, demanding your submission. However, he will only grant you this pleasure if you plead for it. The act of begging will consume several minutes, perhaps even a minimum of two, leaving you in a state of desperation. Meanwhile, he will revel in your discomfort, relishing the power he holds over you. This perverse satisfaction is what he adores the most.

As you wish.

Inevitably, you will find yourself succumbing to your desires, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure he provides. Despite your stubbornness, your willpower will eventually crumble under the weight of his expertise.

He derives immense pleasure from knowing that he alone possesses the ability to bring you such ecstasy. This knowledge fuels his ego, heightening his sense of self-importance.

His Words.

Chrollo has an insatiable thirst for knowledge, but he also derives great pleasure from imparting knowledge and amusingly embarrassing others. And when it comes to you, he takes it to another level.

He constantly showers you with compliments, comparing you to famous heroines like Juliet and Ophelia from classic literature. He insists that you possess the same beauty as any damsel in distress from those timeless tales. To prove his point, he even offers to acquire paintings of these fictional princesses and damsels for you to admire and compare yourself to.

Wanting a break from his constant attention, you agree to his proposal. Besides, you get the bonus of owning some exquisite artwork. What could go wrong, right?

Well, it turns out to be a colossal mistake.

Upon waking up, you find yourself surrounded by what feels like an entire museum filled with paintings of fictional damsels, duchesses, princesses, and queens. The overwhelming presence of these artworks threatens to suffocate you. And to make matters worse, Chrollo insists on meticulously going through each painting one by one, forcing you to endure this ordeal that could very well last for days.

Your legs resemble hers, your lips resemble hers, your feet resemble hers... every aspect of your physique and the muse's physique that he remarks upon, leaves you feeling incredibly exposed, more so than ever before.

The duration of this process is absolutely exasperating. It leaves you feeling as defenseless as a lamb anticipating its fate in the hands of a butcher.

His Knowledge.

Chrollo truly treasures his knowledge, viewing it as divine nectar from the heavens, if indeed it exists. This belief is so strong that he occasionally overestimates it, taking every opportunity to display it in a way that impresses you more than anything else he does, both inside and outside of the bedroom. Whether intentionally or not, he will state the obvious, like pointing out that the creature you're observing in the rose garden during your “date” is not a slug, but a snail. 

It frustrates you, but you acknowledge that it could be worse–he could forbid you from venturing outdoors altogether. 

Surely, that counts for something, doesn't it? 

…Doesn’t it?

Fantasies. (Consent / Non-Con) (Coercion / Brute Force)

If one were to make a comparison, they would compare you to a piece of art so beautiful, that it is instinct to witness, praise, and worship until their bodies all turn to mere dust, in which they will be swept away by those alive who do not want your refinement to be stained by those who have passed on. For what is a beauty without a beholder? Chrollo will gladly take up that role, as he is the only one worthy of seeing such a piece. You, leaning on the pillows, legs crossed, hair put up in a neat bun, wearing makeup that he has said he likes on you before, looking up at him like he has come to bless you with a mere glimpse of the divine power he holds, wearing the black lingerie he chose for you to wear this evening, made of lace with patterns of roses scattered about.

This is his welcome home gift, from both himself and you. He may have requested that you could partake in this, but since you are doing it without any complaint but instead loving doing the task at hand, he could consider him soon becoming one with your body for the evening to be an award from you for all the work he has done for the Troupe these past few days.

If such a prize is laid before him, ripe for the taking, why wouldn’t he? So, without so much as uttering another word, he starts to undress as you watch, a mix of genuine joy and interest laid out on your face. He hasn’t even touched you yet, and with this simple act, you are bound to him with the invisible thread of lust.

When his boxers are all the way down, he approaches, and you don’t blink, wanting to take it all in. Shall the fun start? When your lips meet, all reservations that you once had dissolve, as few as they are now.

(But don’t think Chrollo respects your boundaries completely when it comes to sex; if you deny him enough, over the course of months and months, he will break his composure and show you where you belong; underneath him.)

→ Strengths.

Realities. (Your Own, His Avow) (Patient / Impatient)

The being that is above you in this bed is unlike any human you have ever met before. His looks and personality are all artificially crafted, like some automaton made to resemble actual living things, but do not stray far from their roots, what they were made for, and what they were made of. I’m real, you think, I’m real. Chrollo is not.

He’s aware of everything you do. Every step you take. Every word you say.

He is aware. He possesses knowledge of all things, much like the god he feigns to be. His understanding of emotions is as keen as his logical reasoning, resulting in a situation of dread that pertains solely to you.

It instills fear within you because he holds the key to all knowledge, while you remain in not-so-blissful ignorance.

→ Weaknesses.

Lotus Eater. (Dreamy Idleness)

Chrollo, despite his attempts to appear superior to others, is not without his flaws. If those around him stroke his ego, he becomes overly confident. Yet, if one were to try the opposite approach, it would have the same effect as boosting his ego. He is cursed with arrogance, always believing he is superior to others, even some members of the Troupe. Perhaps you can use this knowledge to your advantage. Faking affection could lower his guard and further inflate his narcissism. It is a strategic move, preferable to engaging in a physical fight that you cannot possibly win. 

Therefore, when you believe you have the opportunity to escape when his guard seems lowered enough that he won't immediately pursue you, you run. At that moment, his facade will crack, his eyes will grow emptier, and the hollow husk chasing after you will not resemble the Chrollo you once knew.

→ Daily Life.

Welcome. (Day One)

Chrollo remains a mystery begging to be left unsolved.

He rises at his usual hour each morning, and it's a rarity to witness him actually sleeping. His breakfast consistently consists of sausage and eggs, seasoned solely with salt and pepper, as he avoids other spices. He purchases fresh bread from whichever local bakery happens to be closest for the week or a few days ahead. Occasionally, if you're fortunate, he may bring back something sweet while out and about, such as a chocolate-filled croissant or a cherry jam-filled danish. However, trust, whether in platonic or romantic relationships, is something that must be earned.

Interestingly, it appears that regardless of the circumstances, Chrollo seems to possess a certain level of trust that you won't make any foolish choices. On your initial day in this penthouse, he simply greeted you, patiently waiting until the effects of the drugs wore off, allowing you to cry on the bed until your tears ran dry. He comforted you, softly shushing you and gently caressing your cheeks with his thumb.

Yet, he never becomes too intimate.

Was that his motive? Is that why he opted to masquerade as a compassionate gentleman rather than a captor? Instead of asserting his authority, he chose to console you, demonstrating that such solace could be snatched away in an instant. You were oblivious to his true intentions. On that initial day, you wept more than any other day, the taste of mint on Chrollo's breath and the aroma of coffee still etched in your memory. He would inflict further harm, and for the sake of your sanity, you believe it is preferable for him to remain an enigma, shielding you from the repulsive monster lurking beneath his attractive facade.

What Could Be. (And What Is)

Strangely enough, there are still parts of your life after Chrollo has captured you that would still sort of count as normal enough that you could turn the other way and ignore all other cosmic horrors that are happening in the general vicinity. You could still decide what you want to eat and drink that day, what to watch, what to read, what time to wake up and what time to go to bed, what to write in your diary (that not-so-strangely has its lock missing now), listen to the morning birds or to the music that Chrollo allows you to listen to (which is most of it, shockingly)... the list really is endless, really, aside from a few things that you forget sometimes, much to future you’s horror.

But sometimes you forget on purpose, to divulge in the fantasy Chrollo has carefully crafted for both of you, either to fool him or your walls really are as broken down as he wants them to be.

He finds it nice when you ask him questions about whatever place he has rented for the two of you for the time being, the location at hand most likely being related to the Troupe’s plans to steal whatever is of value. He likes to show off, and to listen to him talk for hours requires the patience of a saint.

→ Punishments. (No Punishments / Tortuous Punishments)

Welcome Again. (Failed Departure)

The penthouse looked to be the same after you ran out the entrance door that you lockpicked. The fireplace was still lit. There was still a smell of peppermint in the air along with some scent of coffee, lattes maybe. Everything looks the same, just as it always has. It nearly scares you more, how calm and warm this place is, than the hand that has a grip on your wrist so tight that you feel like he will dislocate it in the very least.

But he does not look angry, but that smile is not good at all either.

He does not say anything as he closes the door behind him, turning the lock on the door so it will remain that way. He does not say anything as he continues to drag you, albeit a bit more tight in his grip now that you are within his grasp once again. Whatever you say goes in one ear and out the other, and you know better than to struggle and scream, because you do not want this day to result in yet another bloodbath, and it would be useless anyway, even if someone came to rescue you. That is why, like the sort of pet you were trained to be, you bite your tongue and obey. He seems to not be angry now, but who knows what awaits you once you are in the bedroom, where most talks and actions are the consequences of your supposed crimes. You can’t really breathe, but that is alright. Chrollo will help you every step of the way after all, as the dutiful owner he has come to be.

Perhaps a pet is all you will be.

He wants you to look up at him like some god, some deity that you worship with all your being. But you can’t, not yet, and Chrollo knows that. Perhaps some methods unknown to you but known to him can help, can’t it?

He hopes so for your sake, but what do you hope for, wish for? You don’t know, and maybe never will.

Venus Fly Trap. (Temptations of a Liar)

Chrollo is well aware of the diverse array of predatory flowers, each manifesting in its own unique way. Perhaps you too possess such characteristics, with your alluring fragrance and honeyed speech, deceiving him into a false sense of security before stripping it all away. However, there is one crucial detail you seem to have overlooked. What transpires when a venus fly trap ensnares a prey that surpasses its own size and devours its own kind and others, rather than the typical fly it ensnares?

Undoubtedly, they suffer. Yet it appears that this lesson has eluded you thus far, hasn't it?

You have displayed kindness, sweetness, and a willingness to comply, within certain limits. Undoubtedly, you possess some degree of skill, though not enough to deceive him, the enigmatic masked orchestrator of this theatrical production.

Therefore, it is without much remorse that he renders you motionless with delicate silk and persuasive words that possess the potential to sting, should you ever dare to push him too far.

However, deep down you are aware of the truth, just as he is aware too. If he doesn't take a firm stance, what other undesirable situations will you find yourself in? With a single hand, he flips open the book, while using the other to shush you.

“A shame,” He says, turning the pages. “A crying shame, really. The sky is so lovely tonight… Who knows when we will get this scenery again, hmm?”

You don’t know what he will do to you. 

…Does he?

→ Quotes.

Hello.

Greetings. It is truly an honor to meet you face to face like this at long last, [First]. There is no need to introduce yourself to me as I already know who you are. That, and… hmm. That, and I think you are not all there right now. Please, I recommend relaxing and listening to what I have to say. But just to make sure, try to speak to me… as expected.

Chat: Ballet.

All dancers must put themselves fully into whatever moves they do. I suppose that can be the same thing for you and me.

Chat: Athenaeum.

Libraries and archives are some of the places I enjoy going to the most. Maybe if you continue behaving, I’ll take you to one nearby.

Chat: Reimbursement. 

Quid pro quo, darling; I assume you know the best ways to compensate me for the broken locks?

When It Rains.

The rain is perfect for a day of staying inside. Though, hehe… you’ll be indoors no matter what, right? Good thing you have me as company today. …What do you mean? I leave sometimes, mainly to get you things might I add. I suggest being more grateful if you don’t want that koala plush to disappear.

After It Rains.

Sigh… the smell of morning dew and the sounds of birds chirping… simply marvelous. Let’s go dance on the balcony, but be sure not to get your new shoes wet and slip. I would hate to have to bring Machi again.

When Thunder Strikes.

Aw, are you going to cling to me so cutely whenever there is a storm? I wouldn’t mind that, I’ll even give you more blankets to hide in if you wish. …Wait, dearest, come back… sigh… of course she hid under the bed again.

When It Snows.

So cold out there, isn’t it? If you ask nicely, I’ll give you back your socks and slippers. Go on.

When the Sun Is Out.

Let’s go on a walk tonight when it’s not so hot out. The sunset’s beauty will only be second to your own.

Good Morning.

Good morning, love, I made coffee. Feel free to use one of the creamers I got you, and there is oat milk near them somewhere in the fridge… Hm? I have never really been a fan of sweet drinks, so black coffee tastes good to someone like me. 

Good Afternoon.

Sure, you can cook lunch. But allow me to cut the ingredients and heat sources. We know how you used them last time.

Good Evening.

It’s so quiet you can only hear the crickets chirping. It’s quite a romantic atmosphere, isn't it?

Good Night.

Ah ah ah. No bed for you yet. Give me a goodnight kiss first. No, you can’t sleep on the couch either. Or the floor. If you keep refusing, I’m going to ask you more questions than yesterday. …That’s better.

About Chrollo: Tattoos.

There is something comforting about them, I think. No matter what the person does to reject it, it will stay. The permanence of such an act should also be what you should be. Now, bite me again and you will sooner than later find yourself in a tattoo parlor. Am I understood?

About Chrollo: Lies.

Don’t say that, my love. I’m not lying to you, I’m just picking what parts of the truth to show and hide. There is no harm in that, I think. 

About Us: Home.

This place is much more human with you in it. Do with that as you wish.

About Us: Cull.

Life and death have a sort of agreement. A contract if you will. The more lives taken by your hands, the more your own life is put at risk. Quite poetic. Like everything else in life, there must be balance.

About Us: Matrimony.

Being bound by just a few words… The very idea is beautiful in my opinion. If you want, we can get married. It is not like anyone else is going to put that pretty ring finger of yours to good use, anyway.

About Us: Panoply.

Anything you want you shall receive. Just say the word. Unless it is already here, which is a possibility.

About You: Humanity.

The human psyche is truly fascinating, don’t you agree? All it takes is a few words or a few actions and it all comes crumbling down. Like you.

About You: Epiphany. 

Not a man, not ten men, not a hundred men can ever provide me with the same joy you give me. You’re special, you know? You make me feel… alive.

Something to Share.

“Be glad as children, as birds in the sky.” A quote from Fyodor Dostoevsky. But… birds are constantly migrating to better places, so really, are they grateful and glad for the gift of life?

Interesting Things.

I see you are doing experiments with pH again. Just be sure to not use all of the vinegar, please. And no, vinegar cannot melt a door, for the final time. 

About Nobunaga.

He thinks more with his heart than his head. But he means well for the Troupe. Or himself when he makes someone call to order takeout for him. 

About Feitan.

I learned a lot of torture methods from him. He truly is the best at what he does. As for social skills… not so much. But everyone has their ups and downs, and that is Fei’s.

About Machi.

One of the most loyal people I have ever met. Also one of the most in tune with their wants and needs. If she thinks of something to say, she’ll say it without a doubt. She is very transparent when it comes to that kind of thing.

About Hisoka.

Hisoka… he is very… out there, isn’t he? But he is valuable to me, so I give him free rein to do whatever he wishes.

About Phinks.

One of the physically strongest. Though also one of the only ones to ever get a laugh out of me. Shizuku once asked him why he did not have any eyebrows, and the way he stopped talking and stared at the ceiling caused us all to snicker. Feitan did earn a blow to the head by the end of it because Phinks does not hit women… He is much more gentlemanly than he appears.

About Shalnark.

When it comes to computers and such, Shalnark is the person to do it. He was the one to convince me to get a newer phone model and taught me how it worked. He kept chuckling as he did, and every question I had asked earned a wide smile in response but no actual answer. He says I am an… “old man at heart…?”

About Franklin.

He is not the most talkative one out there, but if ever comes to games to decide matters, he is the one for the job. Once, Uvogin betted fifty thousand Jenny if he ever beat me in chess. Franklin managed to almost win in the end, but he gave up at the last moment. He said he couldn’t bear to do that to me.

About Shizuku.

At long last, she at least remembers my name. She is quite charming in her own way… I see why Franklin took on a sort of caretaker role for her.

About Pakunoda.

Paku… Paku is one of the sweetest people I know. Whenever I didn’t feel well, she was the first one to come and help me feel better. She even fed me her rations, regardless of the tough times we were put through. I should ask her to make me soup again, I have missed the taste of it…

About Bonolenov.

When he trusts you enough, he has quite a humorous and proud side. He is very proud of his culture, and as someone who did not have one as a child, I find it very admirable.

About Uvogin.

I swear he could drink enough beer to kill a whale and still not be satisfied. The same goes for fights. Any challenge goes, whether that is an eating or video game contest.

About Kortopi.

His copying ability is quite useful, and Nobunaga wanted to give him a haircut using his sword. He declined of course, much to Nobunaga’s disappointment. …Hm? A copy of you? No, you are priceless, and nothing can ever compare, even a version of you that does everything I ask. There is a charm to your disobedience. That, and Kortopi cannot make living copies.

More About Chrollo: I.

Come. I got you some books for us to read together. But before you touch them, I must tell you that you can only read them while on my lap. Isn’t that such a great deal, dearest?

More About Chrollo: II.

“Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven…” Yes, I can see the parallels between this line and myself. Is that why you decided to show me this? …Oh, you just wanted an excuse to call me Lucifer again. Do what you wish, I suppose. But please put that book back on the shelf where it came from when you are done. You know I hate it when you mess up the categories. …Hm? Don’t do that, or I won’t get you any more mochi. …You know my threats aren’t empty, my dear.

More About Chrollo: III.

…Do you need something from me, dearest? No? …Why am I asking? So you just happen to be pressing your chest against my arm for no apparent reason? …I see. Well, if you want my attention so badly, who am I to refuse?

More About Chrollo: IV.

Yes, that note is from me. That gift is also from me. Open it, please. …You should try wearing that set next time. Your thighs will stand out better. You were the one that was asking last night, not me. Ah, you are feeling rather adventurous these past few weeks, aren’t you? …Looking for something? Is this it? You know, I’m disappointed in you, to put it frankly. I thought you were coming around. You know what happens now, don’t you?

More About Chrollo: V.

Time has certainly sped by, hasn’t it? Let me give you a word of advice. No matter what happens, always remember those who have gotten you to where you are now. As a result, your situation can prove to be much less isolating that way. …Yes, that includes me. For when you are alone, my dear, your mind always finds a way to eat you whole.

Chrollo’s Hobbies.

Leading an orchestra and executing a grand theft operation share fundamental principles. It is imperative to maintain a commanding presence, ensuring that others adhere to your lead. Collaboration becomes the pivotal factor in achieving triumph during such endeavors.

Chrollo’s Troubles.

I find it perplexing how some individuals effortlessly navigate life with a serene demeanor, rooted in their unwavering sense of self. Maybe it stems from a twinge of envy, or perhaps there's another elusive element at play. But being envious is part of being human, is it not?

Favorite Food: Black Squid Ink Carbonara.

It is briny, and salty, like the sea. Quite refreshing as well, especially paired with homemade pasta. Only the best quality is allowed. …I am not being too picky. Do you know how many children in Meteor City have grown up never eating from a fast food place, much less a local restaurant? I simply am greedy because I can now. I couldn’t before, and that is why I do so as an adult.

Favorite Food: Opulence. 

As an adult, my current ability to indulge in greed is a newfound privilege that I couldn't have experienced previously. Hence, I find it impossible to resist the temptation of adding an extra serving of truffle or caviar to my plate.

Least Favorite Food: Canned Cabbage.

One of the very few foods I refused to eat unless absolutely necessary was canned cabbage. It was slimy and always came in watery vinegar with mostly moldy parts… I was desperate, but not desperate enough to eat that. Machi, Nobunaga, and Phinks all agreed. Feitan didn’t, much to everyone’s annoyance.

Least Favorite Food: Waste.

Paku, Machi, and Feitan had a sort of pact that they forced on the rest of us to never throw away things that were still edible. According to Shalnark and Uvogin, moldy food is still edible. Phinks and I disagreed but… we got outvoted. 

Receiving a Gift: I.

Indulging in scrumptious meals truly possesses the power to alleviate all worries. So, how can I express my gratitude?

Receiving a Gift: II.

Oh? Thank you, dearest. …For your own good, you better not have put salt instead of sugar this time.

Receiving a Gift: III.

Ah... considering you seem to have a moment to spare, would you be interested in sitting down and enjoying a shared reading session? The choice of material is entirely up to you, of course.

Chrollo’s Birthday.

You are such a prize, you know? You’re in an outfit worth its weight in gold, actually, now that I think about it, diamonds. Autumn has set in, the weather gets colder, and the food gets warmer. Perfect time for spending quality time with someone, wouldn’t you say so? Please, allow me to do this with you, [First]. I have never really cared for this day if I am being honest, but… now that you are here, I feel like new opportunities are around every corner.

Birthday.

Happy birthday, [First]. Within reason, I would like to treat you to whatever your heart desires. Food, art, wine; anything, just tell me, alright? I will see to it. …Heh. I’m afraid a fall from this penthouse will not be enough to kill me. …No, I am not going to put it to the test, since I am certain about it. Please think of something else. The world is your oyster, dearest. But… remember that I can always close it before you can get to the pearl.

Feelings About You: Ethereal.

This feeling… I haven’t felt something like this since… Hmm? Am I? Quite the observation.

Feelings About You: Euphonious. 

…I miss your voice, you know. I always like it when you get caught up in a topic that interests you, no matter what it is. …But last time I took the gag off and took you out, you behaved quite terribly… Here, I’ll tell you what. I’ll take the gag off, and I’ll get you something related to your interests, and then we can talk about it. Does that sound good to you?

Feelings About You: Eternity.

We shall be together forever, bonded at the hip if we must be. I promise you. Do not worry about the details. It does not matter if you like it or not, because I will take care of whatever obstacles get in our way. Whether that obstacle is you or any… outsiders.

Feelings About You: Elision.

Do know that I do mean it when I say that I do want to make you happy. Yes, our relationship is less than ideal, but in the end, just know my feelings for you are indeed sincere. …I’m not exactly willing to take criticism, but I could try, perhaps. If you like to do so, I am willing to compromise, though.

→ Conclusion.

You never hear Chrollo in his movements, but you do in his actions when he wants you to.

He puts far more effort into the little things, the details than outright saying his feelings for you, or just telling you his threats. That mysterious gift that appeared on your bed while you were away at work, that just so happens to contain some of your favorite sweets? 

The bouquet on your kitchen table that was placed while you were asleep? The box of dozens if not at least a hundred pictures of you by your mailbox when you tried to file a police report? 

Chrollo is patient to a fault. You will never know what is happening, at its fullest, until it is far too late.

You can put as much blame on yourself as you want, and hate yourself as much as you want, for not realizing how dangerous this entire situation is. But this position under Chrollo’s thumb is so much more horrifying than you could ever imagine, so do not blame yourself for not noticing everything at once.

That is not to say Chrollo won’t try to degrade you into thinking this is all your fault.

Your walls will be as good as broken and crumbled down sooner than you think.

[ddarker-dreams]

Is there any way we can overpower Chrollo physically? It sucks that he’s more cunning than us, but stronger too😭??

that's the thing about yandere hxh characters, you're kinda just screwed. literally and metaphorically. in certain power systems — take stands from jjba, for example — the super cool ability is a separate entity. the stand user themselves are vulnerable to anything a normal human being would be. this gives some leeway, a little silver lining to cling to. in hxh though, it's gg. these people are craaaazy when considered strong in universe. immunity to poison, capable of stopping a fatal attack with muscles alone (miss machi < 3), being able to almost instantly scale a four story building, en, zetsu... it's rough. that doesn't even take into account the wild possibility of hatsu that chrollo has at his disposal. in terms of physical strength, i think back to the zoldyck gate test as a sort of touchstone.

at the end of the chimera ant arc, killua can open the door that weighs 64 tons (aka 128,000 pounds), and his body stat is listed at 4/5.

here are chrollo's stats:

so................ that means chrollo could, at the bare minimum, lift 128,000 pounds... 😭 that's forty times as heavy as a car. the man is strong. you just gotta cut your losses and wave the white flag at that point. no wonder you can't win against him in an arm wrestling match, even when you cheat and use both hands.

it really is wild whenever he's casual about this level of strength. you'll be pulling over because of a flat tire, and while you're taunting him about not having a car jack, he just . picks up the car with one hand as if it's an everyday occurrence before you can even finish your sentence. like whaaaat the fuck. he could at least throw a grunt in there to pretend it's a bit straining. after everything's fixed and he goes to put his hand on your thigh you can't help but stare, for a reason aside from disgust this time. what is this hand capable of. it dawns on you that breaking bones must be to him what snapping a toothpick is for you. when he goes to give the flesh a playful squeeze you ask him to please be careful, much to his confusion. when he realizes the reason you're being so tentative, he 'reassures' you by promising he can control himself around you just fine.

... despite this, you calm down when it comes to insulting him for at least two days. maybe three.

[emotionaldepravity]

Your yandere Obito had my heart thumping and my face completely red from embarrassment. (I may or may not have been smiling the whole time reading it, huehuehue.) May I please request more yandere Obito[from Naruto.] once again? Anything, even a sliver of Obito to get me through my day? NSFW, or not, either is completely fine. Thank you, so, so much, you wonderful skeleton covered in flesh. :3

YES I CAN HELP! I'm actually going to be a bit wacky... this builds off the stuff from last time mostly the "feeding his delusion" route for the nsfw stuff. Link here to part 1/context! I'm so excited that I get to write more for this!

-Maybe he was just being stubborn, but Obito was denying how he really felt. So many thoughts ran through his head as he did his best to play his role as Madara.

-Yet no matter how much Zetsu urged him, he just kept going back to your apartment. He had lost count how many "keepsakes" he had "borrowed" from your home. If he wasn't careful, he might end up taking everything. You might move to a less convenient location or not sleep so soundly and sweetly when he made his nightly visit. It was growing more difficult to keep himself from you.

-Why should he? No, why should he deny you of him? There was plenty of time before the Eye of the Moon plan was finalized. The board was running slow, but as long as the pieces kept moving in order, he could spend a little time with you. Not realizing he had to capture the tailed beasts in order showed him how impatient he really was.

-His conflicted heart made his path blurry. It was extremely risky to see you, and the moment he was set on the Uchiha clan's downfall, he knew that he was going to have to make his choice. To take you with him the night before he was set to meet with Itachi or cut himself off from you completely.

-That would have either been the last night you noticed you "lost" random things or the night he revealed himself to you. He never regrets the choice he makes even if it leads to unhappiness. He might long to see your face as he rereads your diary, but he knows you only have to suffer his death not suffer the man he is now. On the other hand, he might see how miserable you are at his side, but he strongly believes you'd be even worse off without knowing that he is alive.

-Living as a member of the Akatsuki, willingly or not, forces you to lie at every turn. You have to feign knowing that Tobi is anything but a silly rookie. Unfortunately, he doesn't let you ignore him either. He pairs you up with himself and has you run missions with him.

-If you enjoy playing with him as Tobi, he gets even deeper into his role for you when alone. Though, he knows its a mockery of him as a child in some ways, he'd happily be that idiot for you as long as you keep smiling for him.

-Just the sight of you keeps him from being lost as the ten tails tries to rip his mind apart. He has a goal he must fulfill for you, sorry I mean you, sorry I mean you, sorry I mean Rin. The lies swim in his head, but he knows he just wants you to be with a version of him that isn't so horrible.

NSFW Warning/ Dub-con Warning

-If he wasn't so deep in denial, he'd actually realize that all his dirty fantasies involved you. He can't think of Rin in such a way so his body desires you, craves you. It might be under layers and layers of "this is what you want to do with him."

-The first time Obito masturbated with your panties wrapped around his cock, he rubbed it raw. He didn't really know what he was doing, but the thought that under different circumstances you could catch him like this, drove him wild. He gets caught up in the loop of using something so intimate to you for his own pleasure that he wouldn't realize that he is ruining the material or hurting himself. The pain makes his cock twitch just as much as the soft material around his sensitive skin does. It makes him drool a bit at the thought of you masturbating to him like this.

-If you end up on the path where you are on his side and feeding into his delusion that its actually you who is obsessed with him, he will eventually succumb to his lust. Without pretense and once you were alone with him in the Kamui dimension, he'd toss his mask away and kiss you without restraint. He'd bring you close to him letting you feel just how hard he is knowing what he planned to do.

"I know I'm spoiling you for the other me, but I don't think you'll mind that much. You've wanted me for so long after all. Let me reward you for your loyalty."

-If he strips you down and you are wet at all, he is going to feel so validated in his actions and so very attractive. Even this version of him that he considered worthless is enough for you to want him. To him that's equally beautiful and tragic.

-This would have been his first time with anyone so he is extremely inexperienced. He'd probably come the instant he was inside you, but he would be very much ready to keep going.

-You being a virgin as well would drive him insane.

"You saved yourself for me? Oh [Y/N], I shouldn't have made you wait so long!"

-He is very vocal switching between growls and whines as he ruts into you. His position preference would be for you be looking up at him. Nothing else really matters to him as long as his dick is inside you. In a different situation he'd have you on all fours and unable to see his scarred face, but you love him right? It would be too cruel for him not to see you looking into his eye with an expression of pure pleasure and too cruel for you not to get to enjoy "the man you love" as he is intimate with you.

-By virtue of being a virgin or a miracle, if you somehow come around his cock, he will take it as permission to take you like this again. Its addicting for him to make you shudder and call his name out like that. Who would have thought being your savior would feel so good for him?

-Depending on how bad his performance was for you, he would be willing to learn how to please you better. Over time he will improve as he explores your body more, but he would only ask how to do better on the chance you complain. He might be a bit embarrassed, but what can he say, he knows he isn't the version you'll be with for the rest of eternity.

-He'd be overly regretful over his actions if he ever saw you cry after sex. It almost hurts him as much as it hurts you. He is just doing what he thinks you want. He is trying to make it easier for you to be around him and easier for him to keep himself in his delusion.

-While he starts off very vanilla, he finds out he has a praise kink and a roleplay kink. He likes to hear you tell him his handsome. Though he'd probably refute the

He wants to hear you say the things that he believes you are thinking. Craving that validation of his delusion, he might have you recite certain entries from your diary while he eats you out. Yes, he figured out where your clit is. It just took him a second.

-Whether its Hokage-personal anbu guard roleplay or him fulling putting himself in the Tobi or Madara roles, he really enjoys imagining that the man he is now isn't the one fucking you senseless in the Kamui dimension. It helps him feel a little less guilty for enjoying himself in a way that's not possible in the Infinite Tsukiyomi. If he is willing to be a little less selfish he might even ask you what sort of scenario you'd enjoy.

-Cumming on your face is where he likes to finish the most. It feels so wrong to see you, a proud shinobi, covered in his fluids, and oh so arousing. He often burns the image into his brain by turning on his sharingan. If he is feeling particularly cruel, he might work on learning genjutsu just so he can make you see yourself.

[animerules898]

Love on opposite sides

Sorry this is my first fic please give feedback

Warning yanderes and non-consenting touching assault themes.

POV. Kurapika 

It all started in the hunter exam

I had meet leorio, gon, Killua and Her

Y/n 

She is the last kurta female.

I thought I was the last one imagine to my joy to find out that I was not alone. But I was horrified to find her in a awful place like the hunter exam she could get hurt, people could find she a kurta and take her away or worse the spiders could find her I can’t let them take her away . I Won’t let it happen

POV y/n

I have a bad feeling about this I thought as I walked back to the hide out I’m currently working with the Phantom troupe they are my family always have been always will be unlike those pretentious pricks the kurta who killed my parents for being enemies do to my father being an outside and an enemy of the clan they killed both my parents before abandoning me in meteor city I’ve been raised by the denizens of the place. The troupe recently sent me to go to the hunter exams I passed of course but that creep Hisoka and his needle headed whore were there. Don’t get my started no that blond creep he kept staring at me it was uncomfortable during the first phase he had no intrest in me. That changed in the second phase he started getting to close to me and started touching me muttering I couldn’t hear well with the other participants talking

Later at the end of the exam he kept following me. Im not worried that if he knows that I’m with the troupe I escaped him an hour ago. Took me a while but I used zetsu to get away. 

Nobody’s pov

Little did the H/c know she was being followed when she made it to the hotel. As y/n made it to her room she ordered service since she was so tired. A few moments later a maid came with f/f and f/d. 

Y/n pov

I looked at the maid and said “Thank you”. She stared at me for a few moment before she said “ Your welcome”. I felt tense but shrugged it off and ate dinner. I felt extra tired and went to bed. I thought I heard the door lock but it’s probably the maid leaving. I changed into my nightwear did all my rituals before calling the troupe and informed them that up I would be back soon before going to bed.

POV kurapika

She is safe at the hotel for now right now she’s asleep don’t worry I drugged her so she would not wake up. As I looked through her things I found a burner phone and some odd weapons… I also found some of her lingerie I took that and the phone with me. I sat down on the bed next to her stroking her curves. I moved my hand to stroke her face and then I stole a kiss and mutter to the sleeping beauty “ Soon we will be a clan again”. I must worry about the spiders first. But Hisoka says he wants to “meet with me” I wonder what that weirdo wants… to be continued

[thunder-nami]

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[animeyanderetalker]

Platonic yandere Indra with the youngest sibling reader would be scary but adorable. Scary because training sessions with him are brutal and how well he plays the authoritarian role, and adorable because the moment youngest sibling is sick or heavily injured in an unfortunate incident he would be right by their side and dote on their every need.

Indra: I've only been with (Y/N) for 2.5 seconds

Indra: But if anything happens to them I will kill everyone in this room and then myself

He’d have definitely high expectations on his younger sibling and starts seeing Asura with time as a bad influence since he’s the less skilled one for sure and more goofy, doesn’t focus as hard on training as Indra. He’s the oldest so he low-key feels like his youngest sibling has to respect him and listen to him since he has more experience. Indra would also definitely be the type who’d try to hide his more caring side the more corrupted he becomes via Zetsu but he’s terrifyingly protective of his younger sibling too. If someone hurts them, they’re immediately dead.

[kimbap-r0ll]

Chrollo x bounty hunter!reader - Caught in Webs

A gender neutral hxh fic I wrote! It's a bit dark, and Chrollo can seem slightly yandere but he's not actually a yandere in this one, just a bit of a thief.

Checking your surroundings, you delve deeper into the museum. It was still noon, the sun was bright outside, people were enjoying the weather. But the museum was closed, closed when it should’ve been open. The reason? A notorious band of thieves crashed it right in the morning, a daring move. This was almost an insult to the local police force, maybe the whole government. Everyone inside was evacuated, but the police and the special forces that had entered at 10am weren’t coming back outside. People stood around the yellow police tape, watching intently for this band of thieves to show their faces and bare their fangs.

Little did anyone know that a bounty hunter had entered through a window and was on the mission of retrieving at least one of the members. You were to kill them or bring them back alive, it didn’t matter to the politician that contracted you. Though his hands were soaked in corruption, you couldn’t deny that his offer of 3 billion Jenny was delectable. He must’ve really wanted to win the next election or so.

The museum’s electricity was shut off. You could only use the flashlight you had brought with you on this mission. Any of the twelve legs could be hiding in here, perhaps there could be one behind you right now. But you had to be brave, you passed the hunter exam and you were a skilled nen user, so you should be a bit more confident.

Trying your best to hide your presence, you tried your best to keep a state of zetsu. You had to see if you could feel anyone else’s nen, but knowing your opponent you knew they wouldn’t show their colors quite yet. 

It didn’t look like a lot of things were stolen from the exhibition room that you were in. Perhaps they were down in the basement where all the other artifacts were, the ones that were being researched on by the historians and archeologists. Taking a deep breath, you decide to head downstairs. 

That is until you heard voices. 

Rolling over to your side, you waited with bated breath. It had to be them. There were at least three different voices coming from at least 50 meters from you. It wasn’t far, not enough for you to find a better hiding spot than behind a statue. You weren’t sure if your special ability would be able to stop them, and you were sure a bullet from your gun would do nothing to them. The last time you researched the Phantom Troupe, they could apparently stop bullets. 

“Man, boss really wanted to come all the way here for just that? It looks like a regular necklace,” one of the voices said. It sounded like someone much more muscular than you. From his tone, you could guess he would be an enhancer. 

“You heard him though, it’s worth more than the neighboring country’s king. Not to mention, it’s got some nen with it, it’s bound to be helpful at some point,” another voice spoke. It was another man, but he seemed calmer.

“Whatever, hey boss! Are we done here?!” the enhancer’s voice boomed in the echo chamber that was the museum. You were sure the head of the spider was close, probably the one nicknamed “boss.”

You steadied yourself to catch at least one of them. You weren’t sure how, but you would make an attempt. But right when you were about to, the flashlight you had turned off fell out of your pocket. 

CLANG

It rang in your ears, driving your heartbeat faster. You stumbled back, startled by your mistake. Your brain was going haywire, you didn’t know if you should run or keep hiding. No, you can’t hide! You were going to die if they made the first move, so you’re brain told you to just get up. At least from there you could choose to either charge at them or turn your heels into the basement. 

You rose up, looking dead in the eyes with a trio of shadows in the darkness. One of them was extremely tall, another seemed to have a topknot, and the one in the middle was wearing what looked like a fancy coat. 

You didn’t take a second to dash out of there. You were sure they were following you, but you heard chatter. Maybe they were deciding how they were going to kill you? Ah, fuck it, you didn’t have time to think when you’re life was on the line. You could almost see the three billion Jenny floating away in front of you as you swung the doors into the basement open. All the doors were unlocked thanks to the power outage. 

Crashing into multiple shelves, you hid amongst the books. The dust fell into your hair and the smell of old paper stung your nose. You tried to keep your breath in control but the overwhelming fear that suddenly swept into you wasn’t helping. 

Why were things always unlucky for you? It was like that time you met a handsome man in park. You were walking with a friend when suddenly your friend pointed the man out. 

“Isn’t he cute?” she asked you. You shrugged, but you couldn’t hide the small blush that crept up when he looked up and smiled at you. 

The two of you kept walking and eventually she had to go somewhere else for a job interview. You ended up walking back home. 

On the way, you looked at the bench that the stranger was on, and he was shockingly still there. There was even a pigeon that was attempting to sit on his head because of how still he was sitting. 

“Is that a book you like?” you asked him. He looked up, almost as if he was awoken from a different realm. 

“Ah, yes, I picked it up from an antique store,” he showed the book’s cover. It looked like it was about two hundred years old with how intricate the cover was. Not only that, but it looked like it belonged to a museum. “I only read the newer copies of it, but it’s a different feeling when reading the first edition.”

“The first edition?!” your eyes widened. How did he manage to get that? He must be a bookworm. 

The two of you shared a nice conversation, but before he could leave, you asked him for his name. 

“Ah, you don’t have to worry about that, my friends call me ‘boss’ though,” he replied. It was a strange answer, but it seemed fitting for someone who seemed, well, odd. You couldn’t read his expression at all, nor could you really guess where he was from. 

“Alright then, I’ll see you later! I’m y/n by the way!” you waved at him. 

The two of you would end up meeting at the park at the same time from there on. He was apparently preparing for a mission of some kind, and that was why he was staying in your city. You didn’t ask for details on what it meant, but you were still happy to get close to someone. Your friend even asked if the two of you were dating, to which you shook your head vigorously and said that you were just friends. But, you did wonder if perhaps he held some feelings for you. You definitely felt your heart race when thinking about spending time with him. 

“And I won’t even get a date,” you huffed as you tried to get yourself comfortable in the piles of parchment. You gripped your handgun, ready for any slight movement. You were still in a state of zetsu, but you were ready to release nen right when the door opened. 

But the door remained shut. It was a little strange. You waited for what felt like hours for anyone to come in. The air was stuffy with dust, it was getting too hot for you. 

Right when you were about to check around the corner of the shelf you were hiding behind, a hand grabbed your hair and yanked you backwards. 

You lost your grip on the handgun and your legs went flying up as you were thrown on someone’s back. You were screaming, telling them to let you go. 

“Shut up, it’s too loud for a museum,” the person said. You recognized that voice. It was the enhancer from before. 

How did he get in here so fast? Well, it was the Phantom Troupe. You should have known you were biting off more than you could chew. 

You were thrown on the ground, and though you could attack you didn’t have the energy to lift an arm. It was over, your attempt was futile now that you were set in front of three troupe members. One of them could be the leader too, making it worse. 

“A bounty hunter, I presume?” a calm voice said from right in front of you. You looked up, the face was still a bit blurry because of how much you were thrown around earlier. Blinking a few times, you tried to make out what he looked like. 

The voice was eerily similar though. 

“There’s no light in here, it’s not helping,” you said, trying to remain calm. He chuckled, then, taking a flashlight from his coat (he stole the one you dropped, what a bastard), he shined it on you. 

The light blinded you for a moment, causing you to recoil. Then, he crouched down to see you eye for eye. 

“Do you see me now, darling?” he asked. He sounded like he was trying to taunt you with that sickly sweet tone. 

His voice was familiar. 

“Are you the Phantom Troupe’s leader?” you asked, squinting through the light to see his face. Then, something made your stomach twist. It was a bad feeling, almost like you were seeing a ghost. 

“Yes, that’s why my friends call me ‘boss,’ y/n,” he patted your head, almost like he was seeing a lover. It was making you sick.

“Y-you, you’re the one that I met-”

“Yes, I am, I wasn’t lying to you when I said I was on a mission did I? *Sigh* Bounty hunters, always missing crucial details because you all are blinded by money,” he responds. He looks over at his comrades. 

“Nobu, I think we’re done here, let the others know we’re going back to the base now,” he said. You looked at the man in the topknot, the guy didn’t seem to like you. He gave you a gaze that made you feel like a bug. 

“You’re gonna kill them?” the larger one, the one that threw you, asked the leader. 

“No I won’t, I wasn’t planning to. Besides, they might hold good information, we’ll see what Feitan thinks as well, Uvo,” he responded calmly. 

“We’ll see you soon then, Chrollo,” Nobu starts to walk away with Uvo. You keep your eyes glued on the man in front of you though, the man that went by the strange name “Chrollo.”

“Why keep me alive? I could kill you right now,” you said, trying to stand up but quickly being pushed back down by Chrollo. 

“Like I said, you could be useful, not to mention I was going to take you on a date since the last time we met,” he caused your panic and your anger to suddenly die out. 

What?

“A date?” you choked out, trying to hide a laugh. Was he serious? No, he had to be crazy. Who would ask a date after they had just stolen a valuable artifact and killed dozens of security forces?

“Why does that upset you? I thought we were pretty close,” he made a fake pout. The sweet act he was putting up was making you more angry. 

“You’re a murderer, I’m not here to be your lover I’m here to serve justice!” you reply. 

“Aw, a bounty hunter trying to teach a class-A criminal about morals, I appreciate the effort darling,” he patted your shoulder. Then, taking your hand, he yanked you up so the two of you were standing up. You never noticed the cross on his forehead, nor how beautiful his eyes were. He was looking at you so softly, not like he had just killed people a few minutes ago. 

“But we should get going, the others are waiting for us, you know? You don’t want to miss your date now, do you?”

“I never agreed to go on a date, I’d rather be killed than spend my life with you,” you snapped. 

“Oh? I don’t think I ‘asked’ to take you on a date, did I?” he smiled, almost like he was telling you that you were dumb. “Like you said, I am a thief, I can take whenever I want to,” he was so condescending. You looked around for anything to save you, but you couldn’t find any solutions. You couldn’t go out there again, not with the 3 billion Jenny that hung over your head and definitely not with the Phantom Troupe’s leader right in front of you. You couldn’t fight Chrollo either, he was definitely on a higher level of nen mastery than you were. 

Shit. 

Digging your fingers in your palms and biting your lip, you looked up at him and followed his lead. 

“The necklace will suit you nicely my dear, I was imagining what it would be like around your neck since the last time we were together,” he looked back at you, you who was keeping your gaze glued to the floor. 

The news broke that all remains of the security forces were scattered around the museum. There was blood painted on some of the art, especially ones that were regarded highly by the local officials. 

The politician spoke to the public that day, telling the city and the world that he would make sure in his election to help keep things more safe. Yet, in the back of his mind, he knew that a bounty hunter had disappeared in the fight. 

That same bounty hunter was sitting in a broken bed of an abandoned facility, tears staining their face as a necklace glittered around their neck.

[mayullla]

[ - Naruto Masterlist ;; Multiple Characters - ]

Do not repost or copy my works!

Multiple post for specific aus w/ many characters

6 Black Cats with Buttoned Eyes ;; caroline au, platonic yandere Characters; Sasuke, Itachi, Shisui, Obito, Tobi, Madara and Izuna

+ 6 Black cats with button eyes

+ I want mom back!

Babysitter Akatsuki au ;; modern au, platonic fluff

+ Babysitter Akatsuki headcanons part 1 ;; Sasori, Deidara, Itachi, Kisame, Pein/Nagato

+ Babysitter Akatsuki headcanons part 2 ;; Hidan, Kakuzu, Konan, Tobi, Zetsu

+ Caretaker Deidei ;; first meeting

[animeyanderelover]

Okay so I know this might be a strange request but like as many of the akatsuki you do. With a darling that is Kagaya sister but like acts the complete opposite. She doesn’t like fighting and rather shy and follow orders and not escape? If your willing! Please have a amazing day and hope you are staying safe!💕

I think I did something similar before, but given the fact that s/o is the opposite of Kaguya, this opens up for new possibilities. Also, why do I suddenly feel the need to write more about Zetsu?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possssiveness, obsessiveness, manipulation, threatening, gaslightening, paranoia, delusions, stalking, mentions of kidnapping

Sister who is the opposite of Kaguya

Obito Uchiha

🔥Truth be told, this will end in a complete catastrophe because with someone as shy and submissive as his s/o, Obito's obsession escalates. He's always been the overbearingly protective and paranoid type, doesn't matter if you're quite powerful and a literal celestial woman, the sister of the mother of chakra and possess unbelievable powers yourself. But with darling hating to fight and being so adoringly shy? He feels like his heart will explode at any moment for multiple reasons and he goes into full mother hen mode.

🔥To a certain degree his fears are justified since you are not human and the dangers of you getting killed or captured and experimented on for it is in the frame of possibilities. It's a hellish world after all, his darling can't possibly trust anyone else besides him because he loves and adores s/o for who she is. Darling is just too precious for the world he lives in, but you can bet your heart and soul that he'll create a better world for them and slaughter everyone who dares threatening to touch a strand on her hair the wrong way.

Zetsu

🪴Given the history of Black Zetsu with Kaguya, he pretty much loses it as soon as he has found s/o, the sister of the one he calls his mother. This honestly leads to quick turn of events where he grows obsessed quickly and stalks on you. White Zetsu is just pulled along since the weird behavior of his other half worries him, but he just follows along and with time he starts gaining feelings as well. Here it has to be said that White Zetsu still is somewhat conflicted about his feelings and doesn't want to turn your life upside down, Black Zetsu on the other hand thinks differently.

🪴He finds himself going frenzy, ecstatic to have found Kaguya's sister who still searches for her which is why he quickly becomes completely devoted to you as much as to Kaguya. He's manipulative and cunning so he manages to convince his partner quickly into taking you somewhere more safe and isolated, Black Zetsu paranoid that he'll lose you just like Kaguya. Both halfs do share the same fondness for your shy and willing behavior though, it's refreshing since they're usually surrounded by violent people and it's so easy to keep you safe as well. White Zetsu won't be let in on this, but Black Zetsu plans to tell you who he truly is and what his goals are.

Pain

🌧️Pain finds himself extremely pleased with the development of this situation. He has a better grip of his paranoia than Obito does, but it's still there and for that fear plagues his mind as well. Granted, he wasn't exactly the most friendly person at the beginning, as the leader of Amegakure and the Akatsuki he has to be suspicious of someone like you, though he's also fascinated having the sister of the rabbit demon within his grasp. He's logical so even if he does know that you're a bashful woman who hates fighting, he will never take you lightly for it since you still possess power levels that would even cause the Akatsuki troubles.

🌧️With that in mind he still takes his good amount of advantage out of it. With s/o being someone who listens, he has much more of an easier time controlling them and keeping them "safe" which puts his mind a bit at ease since you'll listen to what he has to say. On the other hand this soft personality of yours has him growing ten times more protective. Nagato as the one who is better in exposing his feelings kind of goes crazy because your innocence is a bit too much to take, especially since he has tainted his hands with so much blood.

Konan

🤍Whilst she isn't someone to let her guard down that easily either, she won't be as hostile and intimidating upon meeting her darling for the first time. Konan is far more understanding and ready to listen, even if she as well is the slightest bit alarmed when she first learned about your origin. It's the tiniest bit painful to know that you are a person who hates fighting and prefer following the words of others rather than making your own decisions. It's kind of conflicting since her worlds and ideals are so different from yours, on the other hand she can not let you go just like that either.

🤍Her protective side experiences still a nasty boost because of this, even if she is still a chill Yandere to have. This woman just wants to protect her s/o from the violence of this world even if some could argue that she isn't exactly the perfect person to do this. She'll try her best though to keep you away from her problems, even if she'd tell you relatively soon about the plans Nagato and her have and that she is by no means a good person.

Sasori

🦂He's disgustingly possessive over his darling and the fact that they are a celestial being only adds more fuel to all of this. It's extremely hard for him to fall for someone who he didn't know before his transformation into a puppet and his initial goal was to transform you into a human puppet, knowing that he'll never find someone like you again. So he chased you down, in high spirits when thinking that he would add such a rarity to his collection with all of your hidden talents and powers. Here a certain line is still drawn from the darling because even if she hates fighting, she will defend herself and she still hasn't found a way to bring her sister back.

🦂These constant delays manage to frustrate Sasori who admires your extraterrestial beauty, only the knowledge that you are supposedly immortal and for that don't age allows him to feel better. Art is after all something eternal and that luckily applies to you. It's hard to distinguish when exactly his plain obsession transform into something akin to love and he needs a while to find out himself, but be assured that your submissive nature makes things easier now that his intention isn't to kill you and turn you into a puppet anymore.

Kisame Hoshigaki

🦈Kisame is a man who has sharper and rougher edges to him, not to mention that he does like scaring his darling. It's just that he honestly finds himself kind of flabbergasted with how harmless and extremely shy his s/o is. His appearance has always given him weird looks and a natural intimidating aura which is why he kind of sympathizes with you since you with your looks also are bound to gain more attention, though with him kidnapping you at one point that problem is quickly taken care of. Funnily enough a shy darling who won't run away is a perfect fit for him since Kisame can become desperate and love-starved with time.

🦈If his darling is willing and just gives him what he wants, he will quickly mellow out and turn softer. So you can tame him like this, though it's important to say that you shouldn't use his softness against him because that just calls for a punishment. It's kind of weird for him though when you tell him about your sister and the vast difference between her and you. Finds your attitude adorable even if he doesn't like admitting it which is why he sometimes makes you uncomfortable on purpose, he has his sadistic side after all.

Itachi Uchiha

🍡He's rarely been the type to let his emotions and his obsessive love get in the way of his rational thinking, though discovering a celestial woman who is related to Kaguya herself and falling in love with the same woman wasn't within his expectation. Itachi's life isn't a normal one so it's dangerous if people would become aware of you, so much more because you aren't even a human. So finding a safe place where you can stay without being discovered becomes all the more important for Itachi, though he knows isolation isn't something healthy.

🍡He respects his darling's decision that she hates fighting, though he still puts value and importance in the fact that she'll have to at least defend herself in an emergency. Given your powers you've inherited from birth, he does not have to worry about you being overpowered, it's just your softhearted nature that concerns him a bit. Not all people are as kind as you might think so he simply asks for you to be careful. Itachi isn't all that happy about the fact that you are so submissive either, he supports you in making your own decisions as well. Overall he still knows that he can fully trust you so you have a lot of freedom.

Deidara

💥He's a worshipper and having gotten his hands on his darling who looks simply gorgeous as hell and can't be compared to anyone because of it makes him all the more possessive and extremely happy. Differently from his fellow artist friend, he's hunting the s/o down because he loves her romantically and wants to keep her safe, he was just mesmerized when he saw her for the first time and wants to have such beauty for himself. Deidara is also one of the few who expresses daily how incredibly sweet he finds your submissive and tame personality. It's nothing short of adorable and you get lots of affection and praise from him for being such a good girl for him.

💥Despite him acting more sweet and affectionate, it's still save to say that Deidara as a Yandere can be highly disturbing since he loves bombarding everyone he views as a rival or danger and he will take you with him to show you his devotion. Obviously he doesn't complain with the fact that you don't like fighting, if all it increases his delusion that he can play the role of your savior and hero. On the other hand he tends to get slightly irritated if you were to tell him that you don't enjoy the shows he puts up for you.

[mirkomilk]

What would happen if the Akatsuki were to all be a yandere to the same person, would it be a fight to the death or an agreement. Would partners team up or split apart?

They all have their pairs, but I feel like Nagato and Konan run the show with their darling. They run the Akatsuki and it's very hard to go against them in any way. That being said, though, Obito has the most control over their darling and the whole organization.

Itachi and Kisame are good at working together, but they're both extremely territorial. Itachi would be willing to work with Kisame if the occasion called for it, but he isn't fond of the idea of sharing. Kisame doesn't exactly trust Itachi around their darling because of his past, but he realizes how his own past wasn't all too different. They're willing to work together if it's important to, but it's a really distrusting relationship.

Hidan doesn't even get a chance to be with his darling, Kakazu shoots him down with a severe quickness. Kakazu sees Hidan as a severe sadist and he doesn't want any harm to come to his darling. He does his damndest to keep them away from Hidan, and him cutting Hidan into several pieces isn't rare.

Deidara and Sasori are terrible when it comes to their darling because their personalities differ so much. Deidara is a delusional yandere, Sasori is a very possessive one. Sasori has no chill and will often talk about how Deidara has such a destructive personality when it comes to their darling. Delusional yandere's don't like getting pulled into reality, so Sasori eventually makes Deidara into a severely dangerous person.

Zetsu is just kind of a creep towards their darling. He watches them all of the time and it gets fairly overbearing because they can feel that someone's watching them, they just don't know who. Zetsu turns their darling into a paranoid mess. He's slightly sadistic, physiologically, at least.

[ddarker-dreams]

Declawed. Yan Chrollo x F Reader x Yan Feitan

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, Chrollo really steps up his game to be as awful as possible, Feitan is basically a warning in and of himself Word count: 7k. Note: this could be considered a “bad end” to the main story, hell within reach, or a standalone . really whatever you want to make of it. 

Mimbo Republic’s Grand Central Station.

On any given day, this hub sees upwards of 750,000 visitors, ranging from tourists to everyday folk commuting back and forth to work. This is the ideal place to become one with the crowd, hence your being here. Numerous individuals whir by and you observe each and each one in a manner that doesn’t arouse suspicion.

That kid is pretending to bump into strangers and slipping his hands into their pockets. The woman by the railway line briefly contemplated pushing her boyfriend onto the tracks. The businessman talking into his Bluetooth device has been checking you out for the past few minutes.

Presently, you glance at the time and see it’s almost noon. What’s taking them so long? Just when you’re about to enter the public restroom to ask Ash, your younger sibling, if they’re alright, they emerge with a lackadaisical gait. As per your instructions, they’ve changed into a new outfit. Except for one critical element.

“The gloves, Ash,” you motion to their bare hands.

They scrunch their nose up. “Really, sis? Do you know how many fingerprints are left all over this place? I read an article saying they found, like, DNA that doesn’t match any known organism here. Cut me some slack. It’s hot as hell, I really don’t feel like wearing ‘em.”

Your response is immediate and curt.

“Put them on. Please.”

Memory Bomb works on inanimate objects that have been touched, after all.

They make a show of rolling their eyes yet acquiesce to your wish, grabbing a spare of your black leather gloves from their pocket and sliding them into place. The fit isn’t perfect, but it’ll have to do for now; you’d rather not stop to make any purchases since crowds thin out in shops. You’d be easier to identify on CCTV footage that way. Now that you’ve both changed, it’s time to move to the next part of your plan.

The train should be arriving any minute now. You switch between eyeing the estimated arrival time and everyone that passes by you.

“Stay close behind me,” you order Ash, who sticks their tongue out at you the second your back turns to them.

There hasn’t been any cause for alarm yet. As far as you can tell, you’re not being followed; though the swarming crowds would make excellent cover for pursuers to slide beneath the radar. Choosing a highly populated spot like this had both its advantages and disadvantages for that very reason. In the same way you can blend in, so can anyone seeking you out. You’ve done everything you’ve been taught to do and then some: moving irregularly, buying multiple train tickets with cash, and changing into new clothes at regular intervals.

In this line of work, there are no guarantees. Completing everything to the letter doesn’t mean you’re safe.

The robotic voice on the PA system announces the upcoming arrival of various trains.

This is it, then, you think. If anyone is going to strike, it’ll be while we’re sitting ducks.

You don’t need to glance over your shoulder to know Ash is diligently following after you as per your request — their aura is familiar enough that you can sense their position. That’s another problem. If you can pinpoint them out in a crowd, others with similar skill sets to yours can too. The alternative is asking them to use Zetsu, but if they were ambushed with a Nen attack, that’d make them essentially defenseless.

You shake your head.

The best thing for you to do is trust in your original plan. Doubt serves little purpose but to cloud the mind.

At noon exactly, the train arrives, screeching to a loud halt. You board without incident and head straight to your private room. Once Ash enters, you close the door and lock it. They waste no time kicking their legs up to relax while you give the room another glance over. Nothing incriminating reveals itself upon using Gyo. Content for now, you sit across for them, cross your legs, and fold your hands onto your lap.

Neither of you says a word while the train thrums to life, lifts from the rails, and begins its hours-long journey.

“So…” Ash eventually starts, then sighs. “You gonna tell me what this is about or what?”

You figured they would ask but remain firm in your decision. “My answer hasn’t changed since the last time you asked. I’ll tell you when we get home.”

Where it should be safer… in theory, you leave unsaid. Ash is as displeased with the notion of returning to your home as you are if their expression is anything to go by; it’s like they bit into a sour lemon. You can’t blame them for their reluctance. They had just gotten permission to leave the country, started climbing the ranks in Heaven’s Arena, and then you showed up at their room saying they needed to come with you immediately.

“Oh, great, home. I don’t know if you noticed, but we’re kinda heading in the opposite direction of ‘home’. Need me to spot you a map, sis?”

“I am aware of the geography, Ash. A direct flight is out of the question. Too few people have access to our home continent, we would stand out. I ask that you trust my judgment. I’ve prepared an alternative route.”

Ash purses their lips. “So, we are in danger then.”

“I won’t insult your intelligence by denying the reality.”

“But you’ll insult it by not telling me who we’re running from. Or why. I mean, Christ, have you gotten a wink of sleep in the past few days? Clue me in to what we’re up against here. If it comes down to a fight, you’re probably gonna die from sleep deprivation. At least give me a chance.”

Your exhaustion is that obvious, huh? You have been fighting against your biological clock for an unknown amount of time. Your initial assessment was that it would be best for Ash not to know anything, lest they become overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation and panic. Perhaps it was premature of you to conclude this. They’re fourteen, the more you baby them, the worse off you’ll be. Everything just happened so fast — you’ve barely been able to process it yourself. While you’ve always held yourself to the standard that it’s best to move on rather than wallowing in regret, you can’t help but wonder how things would’ve been if you handled them differently.

“Our opponents are masters of Nen,” you confess after a beat of silence. “They know my abilities and I know some of theirs.”

“How many are there?”

“I can’t say for certain. It could range from one to twelve, but with hired help… well, keeping count won’t matter then.”

For one of the first times in their life, Ash has no snarky reply at the ready. They look at you, or to be more specific, through you, eyes the same color as yours reflecting your solemn expression. Lines form on their youthful face from how hard they frown. You’re the first to break eye contact, finding a sudden interest in the blurring scenery past the window.

“Are they stronger than me?”

“... Yes.”

“Are they stronger than you?”

“That remains to be seen.”

Ash ponders on your words for a few moments before exclaiming, having reached an epiphany.

“Can’t you ring up that buddy of yours? The guy with the weird name? Y’know, Frollo, or whatever. He totally has a thing for you, don’t act like it isn’t true. I’m sure he’d help you out in a pinch.”  

You part your lips and then close them. For all the words that there are in the English language, none of them seem to fit together in a way that could best answer their assurance. There must be some combination that could get across your thoughts, unfortunately, you are not currently privy to whatever that mixture is.

“What’s up with the look? Did you finally realize your taste in men is abysmal or something? About goddamn time. Wait… or is it…” Ash narrows their eyes and runs back over the past twenty-four hours they’ve spent with you. The secrecy, the nonstop running, how you haven’t lowered your guard for a mere second. Piece by piece, they put the puzzle together.

“Holy shit, [First]. Please tell me you did not break up with the leader of the Phantom Troupe.”

“... I also laced his wine with a sedative to get a head start.”

“Good lord, I need to draft up my will.”

Ash swallows thickly and throws their head back, staring at the ceiling unblinkingly. “You really think he’s gonna sic his band of goons on us ‘cause you broke his heart?”

You don’t know how to respond, so you choose not to. Ash catches your loss of interest in continuing the conversation and rustles through their backpack. Subconsciously, you lift your fingers to your right shoulder, where your spider tattoo hides beneath layers of dark fabric. Did this mean anything anymore? The Phantom Troupe had very few rules. However, it did stipulate that members of the spider could not seriously attack fellow members.

“I don’t believe you’re thinking clearly, dear,” is what Chrollo told you upon hearing of your intentions. “Why don’t we discuss this in the morning, after we’ve slept on it?

There was nothing worth discussing — your mind was made up.

It started in the little things. Matters that could be easily overlooked by even the most perceptive eye. He was a master of belittling your valid concerns and sweeping them under the rug, making you wonder why you felt perturbed by them in the first place. He did this once. Then again, and again, and again. A dizzying tango that stole the spotlight, never allowing for anything else in your life.

No, there truly was nothing to discuss. You had spoken plenty. There comes a point where words lose their value.

Whatever fate befalls you next is inconsequential. That was never what you concerned yourself over, doing so would be a waste of breath. What did weigh heavily on your heart was Ash. They have little to no connections overseas, if Chrollo willed it, they would be in immense danger. The thought alone was almost enough to radiate bloodlust from your pores. Hence your main priority: get Ash to safety and worry about the rest later. Tucked within the confines of the Avalor estate, they should be untouchable.

You’ve made your move. It’s up to Chrollo to make his.

He has to be awake by now. Most masters of Nen cultivate immunity to poisons and other various psychoactive substances. The sedatives that you used were strong, albeit tasteless, and cost you a pretty penny. What would likely be enough to kill a regular person would only last a few hours on someone like Chrollo, if that.

Ash triumphantly fishes out a rectangular-shaped device from their backpack, a grin on their face. You narrow your eyes.

“I thought I told you to discard your electronic devices back at Heaven’s Arena.”

“You did, yeah, and I threw my fucking phone away because of it. Which really sucks, by the way. This is just a Switch. I know you’re mega paranoid right now, but unlike phones, this isn’t trackable. I googled it to make sure.”

The image of a certain smiling blonde with technological prowess comes to mind. Slowly, you hold your hand out, beseeching them by speaking their name in a low tone. They don’t take kindly to your treatment and secure the Switch against their chest as if it were their newborn child.

“You wouldn’t dare. I just got Judy and Raymond on my island, so if you think I’m gonna hand this over willingly, you got another thing coming—”

There’s a knock on the door.

Ash cuts themself off prematurely, their eyes darting in the direction of the sound. Out of instinct, you ready yourself, remembering the do not disturb hanger you put on the compartment’s door. Using your hands, you signal for Ash to wait and remain on standby. Their previous rebellious streak is all but extinguished as they nod their head. To their credit, they maintain their aura well, disguising what must have been a shock.

The next knock is louder and a male voice follows its conclusion. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I really need to check your tickets, if you wouldn’t mind opening the door.”

It wouldn’t bode well to make a scene so early into the journey. You spare Ash another glance, to which they mouth ‘I’m fine’, though their previous bravado has deflated. The slight trembling of their hands is not lost to you.

The sooner you deal with this, the better.

You open the door and are greeted by an innocent enough looking attendant. Wordlessly, you procure two tickets from your pocket and put them on display. He readjusts his glasses, leans over, then takes the tickets from your grasp. In doing so, his fingers briefly brush over your own.

“Sorry ‘bout the trouble, ma’am,” he apologizes. “Lately, we’ve had issues with stowaways. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“Of course.”

After confirming your credentials are legitimate, he nods. “Alright then, you’re all good to go. Thank you for your time.”

He returns the tickets and bids you a pleasant trip. You think to close the door and regain your privacy, but an itch that just won’t go away tells you to wait. It would make sense that he would head to the next compartment so as to repeat the process he’s gone through with you. However, when you made it evident that you weren’t closing the door, he planted his feet firmly to the ground.

The attendant chuckles nervously. “Is everything okay, ma’am?”

He’s hiding something. It didn’t strike you as unnatural at first, but his posture betrays his intentions. He only wants you to see the front side of him. Otherwise, he would’ve walked away by now.

Behind your back, you secretly raise your hands. “Yes, I’m perfectly fine. Please, don’t stop your job on account of me.”

The window, you sign to Ash while you speak. Break it on my signal.

“Ah…” he trails off, sounding almost incredulous, “Very well then.”

In the reflection of the window behind him, you spot it.  

An antenna embedded into his neck boasting batwings.

Outstretching your dominant hand, you open your fingers enough to make room for the hilt of your sword. Aura encases you, emanating from your body in a protective sheen; a calm before the storm. In the millisecond it takes for the attendant to blink, you slice clean through his neck with your conjured blade. The cut is clean enough that you feel no resistance from his bones or cartilage, a testament to his position of being a pawn. Killing this man won’t be the end of your issues — it only marks the beginning.

Gate to The Beyond (Hell Within Reach). Set A.

You dismiss your sword after hearing the clash of glass behind you. Ash kicks through the window, causing air to rush through the compartment in a wild rush.

What now? Ash signs, the color of their complexion taking a pallid hue.

Locomotive, you sign back. They nod and chew on their lower lip. You notice their eyes landing on the headless corpse behind you, something akin to guilt washing over their features. They shake their head, brace themself, then slide out the window and onto the roof. You think to unleash En but decide against it. The maximum radius for your En was about fifty feet, it would be best to wait until you’re in the middle of the train to use it to its full potential. It’d be anyone’s guess to know how many pursuers are on your trail for now.

You follow after Ash and climb onto the train’s roof.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust from the sudden increase of airflow, but the second they do, your spear is conjured.

A man of short stature stands in between you and the front of the train. You recognize the skull pattern embedded on his bandana, then ready your spear, intent on closing the distance as Ash is within his striking range. However, he speaks right before you throw the spear at his chest as a makeshift javelin, his eyes crinkled.

“Boss needs to see you,” his voice almost sounds taunting in its gleeful lilt.

Feitan unsheathes his sword to deflect the oncoming projectile. In the time it took him to do so, you’re in front of him, resummoning it into your grasp and beginning your assault. Metal sounds against metal as the two of you exchange a barrage of blows, neither of you advancing nor losing ground; gauging each other’s abilities intently with each strike. You use the length of the spear to your advantage, being able to strike at a longer distance than his sword can.  

Ash stays at a safe distance, scrutinizing any potential openings to lend you assistance.

“Ash!” You call over to your sibling, then switch your language to a tongue Feitan hopefully can’t understand, “Send your ability to the front to defend the conductor.”

If Shalnark is somewhere within the vicinity, he might find a way to translate using his technological expertise, but it’s a risk you’ll have to take. It’s either him or Chrollo ‘borrowing’ his ability.

They focus their aura into their closed fist and punch down onto the train’s roof.

It’s an advantage that the other members don’t know Ash’s ability, you think, noticing how Feitan flitters his attention between your sibling behind you while parrying your blows. They have no choice but to remain cautious.

Ash is an Enhancer whose ability — Search and Destroy — boasts two facets. They concentrate their aura into small, spherical creatures. Search mode increases their range and allows them to fulfill simple commands, such as “look for this”. Whereas Destroy is ideal for combat, the tiny creatures pack a hefty punch and are capable of multiplying to overwhelm opponents.

The way you see it, you have one viable option here. Defeat or incapacitate the opponents coming after you and reach your destination. The arrangements you made were airtight, any delay in your arrival could spell disaster. Who knows how long it would take to find a trustworthy smuggler capable of getting you both back home.

“Troupe members should not fight,” Feitan jeers. “Against rules.”

“By all means, set your blade aside then,” is your monotonous response.

He cackles, though the sound is obscured by his bandana, the incessant clashing of metal, and the train groaning against the tracks in a harsh cacophony. The orchestral arrangement that comes alongside battle is a familiar one. You compose your score while your opponent creates theirs. The sound of Feitan’s style is distinct — malevolent, erratic yet planned — he derives joy from the thrill of the fight.

Slowly but surely, you get a handle of his unique rhythm. A person proficient in torture does not aim for killing blows. Dead men tell no tales, after all. He’s sneakier than that, throwing in feints ever so often to make you second guess where he might strike next. You aim for his vitals and he aims to incapacitate your hands or arms, so that you might be unable to fight.

You step up the offensive once you feel confident there’s no blatant gap in your defense to pursue.

That confirms it, you think, whirling your spear around you in a circular motion to force him further back, I’m faster than him. Who knows for how long, though.

Up ahead, you notice the ground surrounding the railroad tracks growing steeper on both sides and grit your teeth. That’s right — this is a mountainous region where bridges are a must to go from place to place. Whereas before you could urge Ash to jump off and sustain minimal damage in the process, that emergency exit will become null if the drop is five thousand or so feet down. This must have been by design. Feitan, and whoever might be with him, want to keep you in place.

“Search made it to the front!” Ash informs, using the same foreign language from earlier, “Everything is fine, we’re still headed in the right direction!”

What are they playing at here? No one was posted near the conductor? It’d give them an advantage to coordinate an attack while using the emergency brakes. If Feitan had forewarning, the sudden halt would stun you both, creating an ideal opening for an attack. Having that possibility hanging over your head would be an effective psychological weapon too.

Did the Troupe predict I’d think that way? Or is there something else happening here…

Feitan is gradually increasing his agility with each second that ticks by. If he continues at this rate, he could match or even surpass your speed in minutes. This had to be one of the worst matchups for you when taking into account the other Troupe members' skill sets. Chrollo coordinated this, there’s no doubt in your mind. Your strength was your inhuman speed and your weakness was long-term endurance. The longer a fight drags on, the worse off you become. That’s why you aim to end things quickly whenever possible.

This is a different set of circumstances — you’re not fighting by yourself. You have your younger sibling to look out for and protect, a facet that keeps you from committing to any decisive attack.

Your opponent leaps to the side, creating a blatant opening in his abdomen, though he coats it with Ko to compensate.

No matter. You don’t manage to hit him with the blunt of the blade, but land a blow with the spear’s shaft. He grimaces, as if expecting this, yet sees his original intention through. You pivot on your heel, more than capable of defending against any attacks he intends to make from this change in position. However, you realize he’s continuing to move past you.

Toward Ash.

Your response is immediate: you conjure your bulkiest armor to protect them, Set 1, feeling a chunk of aura leave like charge from a computer that’s been overclocked. His blade comes into contact with a silver breastplate instead of penetrating through their torso. The force from his rapid acceleration sends them stumbling back, dazed, and he’s not kind enough to ignore the chance. You lunge forward, but he is already in range.

Blade at the ready, he swipes, starting at their left side to move straight through.

They won’t be able to dodge that!

At the last possible second, Ash raises both their forearms to halt his unrelenting advance, which are further secured in your conjured gauntlets. Will that be enough?

A sickening crunch resonates through the air — the sound of the bones in their arms being fractured.

“Tsk,” Feitan clicks his tongue and disengages, as you conjure your sword to take his attention away from Ash. Just how strong of a blow did he land? For it to inflict so much damage on an Enhancer, covered by your best armor set for defense… that’s when it hits you. Ash loans so much of their aura to maintain their ability. That deficit gave them less to work with when it came to enduring Feitan’s blow.

This is the consequence of your order to send Search ahead.

It’s no longer realistic to consider maintaining both the train’s destination and your sibling’s safety. As such, you make a judgment call.

“Bring back Search,” you tell Ash, who remains stunned from the previous attack, pain rippling through their body, “You need your aura.”

Through gritted teeth, they respond in English, their brain likely too preoccupied to worry about the fine details such as keeping your intentions unknown to your opponent.

“But that leaves the engine wide open—”

“Just listen to me!”

You notice a decent dent in Feitan’s blade from where it made contact with the gauntlets. This depression in the surface makes his hits less impactful, a shortcoming he compensates for by ramping up his speed. He still isn’t going to utilize his Hatsu? The logic behind his thinking makes little sense to you. From what Phinks has told you, Feitan’s ability grows more menacing after he’s sustained damage. He told you that the range was “insane” and obliterated everything and everyone in its path, aside from its user.

Is Feitan not trying to kill you? And why would Chrollo assign only one spider when using the others would greatly increase his chances of your defeat?

There is growing unrest in the compartments beneath your feet. The passengers must have picked up on the commotion overhead and started to voice their concerns; you suspect it’s only a matter of time before the conductor uses the emergency brakes after finding out what’s happening atop his train.

Feitan leaps back and tosses his dilapidated sword to the side, allowing it to fall in the sharp plunge below.

His aura spikes, forming a sinister veneer, its tendrils far-reaching and promising certain destruction. You bristle, gauging the unfolding development in front of you while calculating the best move to make next. Do you take this chance to conjure Set C and slice clean through the compartment now that you aren’t parrying his blows, effectively splitting the train in two? That would create a sizable distance between you both, at the expense of the passengers… not that you can bring yourself to care for them when Ash’s life is on the line.

Or do you charge forward in the seconds he prepares his Hatsu to try finishing him off?

Cutting the train in two only delays the problem, you think, squatting down to use your legs like a spring for your next attack. He’ll just come after us again. I’ll end this.

Sword in hand, you prepare to land a definitive cut, propelling toward Feitan with your blade raised and fingers tightly secured around the hilt.

You ready to sweep your blade through him—

—Only for the scenery in front of you to change in an instant.

What is…? You stab your sword through the roof to stabilize yourself. No longer are you looking at Feitan from up close, but instead, there’s a sizable gap between you both. The person who is where you should be is now Ash. Almost like at the last possible second, your positions swapped.

You rise to your feet and grimace.

“You should’ve discussed it with me in the morning like I suggested, [First].”

In your peripherals, you see him. And oh, how you wish you didn’t.

The muscles in your body go taut as a pulled bowstring, your eyes widening then narrowing, realization coming in gradual waves. Dark hair billows around his face and obscures his expression, a small grace, since whatever emotion he holds would only serve to piss you off further. Should it be amusement, disappointment, or anything else.

In his outstretched palm sits Skill Hunter, the origin of your woes. Disdainfully, you recall a stolen ability of his that allows two people to switch places if they’re within his line of sight. He once excitedly told you that it belonged to a sham optical illusionist. Who would’ve thought you’d one day have to fight against it? Feitan’s actions were a feint for you to focus your attention solely on him, allowing Chrollo to proceed undetected.

Secured in his other arm is a female passenger, who shrieks and struggles to no avail, tears streaming down her blotchy face. You ready your sword without hesitation. What does he take you for, a saint? Getting your hands dirty was nothing new for a person such as yourself. There’s a certain assertiveness in his gray eyes that irks you, like tiny needles pricking your body all over.

“Surely, you don’t think a human shield will stop me from killing you.”

Chrollo has boldly placed himself inside your range, but he must know that. No, he’s counting on it; it’s another ploy to taunt you.  

“I don’t, no,” he readily agrees, a playful smile tugging on his lips. “Not if it’s her.”

As if the wailing woman was nothing more than a piece of trash, he haphazardly flings her to the side, off the train and into the steep plummet below. You stay firmly planted in place. A chilling realization seeps into your bones, infecting your bloodstream, rendering you ill from the inside out. Malaise spreads as the pages of Skill Hunter turn in rapid succession.

He couldn’t possibly mean to…?!

The woman dissipates from your view like a foggy wisp. In her place, is your beloved younger sibling Ash, whose eyes go wide with terror. You don’t think, don’t plan, don’t waste even a millisecond to breathe: you act on raw instinct alone. At that moment, the world itself and its troubles fade into a meaningless blur. Chrollo, Feitan, your plan… everything is forgotten as Ash takes unparalleled precedence in your mind and soul.  

The armor surrounding them disperses in a last-ditch effort to reduce the speed of their fall. Frenzied, you reach out in their direction, disregarding your own safety in the process.

If not for the two arms behind you securing you by the waist, it’s likely you would’ve fallen as well.

Your splayed fingers grasp at nothing but air. Not their stupid hoodie with some cartoon character they insisted it needed to have, lest they refused to change into it, or the hair that they’ve taken to styling in a manner similar to yours. Nothing. Their fading scream blends with the high-pitched ringing resonating in your ears, and you blink, finding an odd sensation stinging your eyes. A phenomenon that you hadn’t experienced since you were a child. It was a sign of weakness, you were told, an involuntary response that you must learn to control.

“Crying is useless,” your father used to drill into you. “And those who do it have no place in this family.”

You struggle against the arms holding you back, a defiant groan leaving your lips as you twist your body wildly.

Ah…

Why is Ash falling? That can’t be right.

Chrollo’s arms tighten further, an unspoken warning, telling you to cut it out. Your ribcage groans for relief yet you do not pay it any attention. He’s right there. Close, you’re so infuriatingly close, as if some higher power also wished him dead almost as much as you do.

You’ll kill him. Rip him to shreds. Decimate the corpse until there’s nothing recognizable about it. Feed his flesh to the vultures and bones to the sharks.

Conjuring your sword, you move like a machine, emotionless and precise; aiming for his jugular. He makes no attempt to move or stop you. Instead, he motions his head to the left, where Feitan’s raspy voice speaks up from.

“Go on. Ask big sissy for help.”

“Fuck you! [First], just kill him! I’m fine— gh!”

Ash’s voice? Your blade comes to a halt against Chrollo’s pulse, a thin line of blood seeping out from the shallow cut that barely formed. You follow the direction of the sound and see Ash, in a similar predicament as him. They’re kneeling, arms twisted in an unnatural way, bruises blistering their youthful face in unsightly shades of purple. Feitan’s aura submerged hand hovers threateningly by their neck, his eyes challenging yours, eyebrows upturned. He’s clearly savoring your dilemma.

The unfortunate woman caught up in the crossfire is nowhere to be seen.

While despair threatened to outweigh your sensibility, Chrollo must have once again switched their places.

The cogs in your head grind and turn against each other. Whatever outcome comes from this, it would be as a result of your action or inaction. Your fingers on the hilt quivers. You could kill Chrollo right now. His life dances in the palm of your hand, like a court jester making a mockery of his king. What do you do? You may be fast, but the gap between you and Feitan is too sizable. Ash would be sentenced to death the second you slice through Chrollo’s common carotid artery.

How long can you keep this up for? If you trade Chrollo’s life for Ash’s, this conflict wouldn’t end, it’d merely be delayed. They would continue their pursuit. Ash is no longer in a state to fight. You’re confident you could fend them off for a while, but fatigue from maintaining shielding them with honor is bound to set in. There’s no end to this that fulfills your lone goal of protecting your family.

That is… unless you can offer an attractive alternative.

“My Hatsu,” you begin, swallowing thickly, “I will give it to you.”

Chrollo raises an eyebrow yet makes no effort to interrupt. He wants to hear your desperate offer out, apparently. Your pride is beaten and bruised, paling in grandeur like a flickering candle the longer you mull over your prospects. What you have to placate Chrollo is yourself. That’s what it will come to, then. Offering yourself  in a twisted auction.

“Along with my compliance. I’ll go anywhere you want… do anything you want. In return…”

You look at him with fire burning in your eyes. “Ash is returned home safely.”

Ash’s facial expression morphs from belligerence to confusion, as if you were speaking a foreign tongue beyond their comprehension. Feitan remains unmoving, waiting for any order Chrollo might give, his nails sharp and an unwelcome reminder of what is at stake.

“Will they not use your family’s connections to seek revenge?” Chrollo queries.

“... They won’t,” you shake your head. “Not if they don’t remember this.”

Something akin to realization flickers over his visage. “Ah.”

“That’s bullshit,” Ash wheezes out, their eyes bloodshot. “No, no, no…”

“Very well,” Chrollo expresses his acceptance to your conditions. For what could possibly be the last time, you savor the weight of your beloved sword in your hands, committing to memory the nuances that come with it. This was the first of your Sets you ever learned to conjure. If you were to be honest with yourself, it might be your favorite too. Eyelids fluttering shut, you dismiss the weapon, allowing it to sink into an abysmal nothingness where it won’t ever heed your call again.

“Why are you giving up?” Ash demands, their voice cracking at the end of their sentence. “Is this my fault? I held you back, didn’t I? Again… you’re sacrificing yourself for me again… fuck…!”

You give Ash the kindest smile you can muster, your heart dropping to your stomach. They did well for the dire situation you forced them into. If this is how strong they are this early into their development, you know great things await them. Unlike yourself, Ash can do anything they want, be anything they want.

Silently, you promise to yourself that you’ll witness what they become yourself. Chrollo can’t hope to keep you locked away forever. No, once you’re certain Ash is out of harm’s way, you’ll make every second he spends with you a living hell.

“That isn’t true. If it’s for you, I would never consider it a sacrifice.”

Your voice is no softer than a passing breeze. Tender, as if speaking to a child, although for once, Ash doesn’t seem to mind.

“After all,” you watch the pages of Chrollo’s book flip to the necessary entry for your plan to be carried out, “You finally started to view me as your older sister again.”

…

This night feels cooler than the others before it.

The cause of this could be attributed to a variety of factors. The lackluster insulation of the warehouse is your best guess; you can feel air currents rushing through cracks to chill your skin. Your arms are yet to go numb despite your current uncomfortable position. Blood flow isn’t what it should be, since they’re secured to a pole above your head, but you recall enough techniques to keep it manageable.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” Chrollo comments.

Presently, he sits in a metal chair, gazing up at you in the same manner people admiring art at museums do.

“I assure you, this situation is temporary,” he pauses, as if lost in thought. “You didn’t give me much time to make more suitable arrangements for a person of your status.”

“My status, huh?” You repeat in a whisper. If you could, you would try to sound irate, but you’re far past that point. Waving around your former nobility was nothing more than a blatant attempt to get a rise from you. A fruitless endeavor, since you’re too tired to be upset. Perhaps another day. When you’re well-rested and recovered, able to acknowledge the full weight of what you’ve gotten yourself into.

A door behind him creaks, revealing Feitan, who doesn’t spare you a single glance.

“Done what you asked,” he reports to Chrollo, who hums. “Finished here?”

“That depends.”

Chrollo stands to his full height and makes his way toward you. You command your heart to calm itself — the organ belongs to you, it only makes sense that it heeds your orders — your face purposefully impassive. His gait is relaxed, casual even. He settles himself behind you. One hand reaches to grab your face, forcing it in Feitan’s direction, while the other holds your now struggling body still. Suppressing your fight or flight instinct may be one of the most difficult tasks you’ve been subjected to.

I have to play along until I know Ash is safe, you remind yourself. Maintain composure. This is nothing.

“I will only ask this once,” Chrollo begins, earning the shorter man’s full attention. “Are you interested in her?”

Feitan switches from assessing you to searching through Chrollo’s intentions, his eyes widening for the briefest of moments. You’re not much better off yourself, your eyebrows furrowing together. In the time you’ve spent with the Troupe, you could count the times Feitan has approached you on one hand. The conversations lasted less than a minute and never stood out in your mind as unusual. If anything, you were under the distinct impression Feitan disliked you.

“You can be honest, Fei. I won’t be upset.”

He mumbles something in his native tongue that you don’t understand. Are they messing with you? Is this some sort of blatant attempt at psychological warfare? You crane your neck as much as you can to get a glimpse of Chrollo, but to no avail, he simply tightens his grip on your face. It’s borderline bruising but nothing that you can’t handle.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Chrollo muses, resting his chin on the crook of your neck.

“... Mm.”

That must be the closest thing to agreement Chrollo expects to get, as he continues on. “I’d often notice your eyes lingering on her when the Troupe was gathered. You have exquisite taste, Fei.”

If it had been almost anyone else speaking, you’re certain Feitan would have put an end to their life. Chrollo is a lone exception in that regard. Feitan holds too much respect for his boss to express anything other than tentative silence. The atmosphere in the room thickens, and you hold your breath, remaining as vigilant as you can given the circumstances.

“I am interested,” Feitan admits, his voice steady. “But she is yours.”

Your mouth twists in displeasure but you bite your tongue. Suddenly, it’s warm, blisteringly hot. She is yours. Nausea eats away at you, festers like maggots inside a wound. Men and women have vied for your favor in the past; this is nothing new. The main difference is how you’re able to react. You’re tiptoeing on thin ice that threatens to shatter from the slightest increase in pressure.

“Would you agree with him, [First]?”

Chrollo allows your name to roll off his tongue for the first time since this conversation was initiated. To think it once gave birth to butterflies in your stomach when he spoke your name — there’s little more than rot remaining where they once fluttered.

“What does it matter,” you respond, making sure to keep your voice unwavering so as not to make it easy for Chrollo to derive pleasure from it. Or Feitan, for that matter, apparently. “Think what you will.”

“See? She’s simply a delight.”

“Hm,” Feitan neither agrees or disagrees. “She wants to kill us.”

“That she does.”

It wouldn’t take a genius to deduce that, you think. What’s he getting at?

“Do you think she can, even without her Hatsu?” Chrollo asks.

Feitan mulls over the question for a moment, perhaps weighing his fight with you earlier. Your combat prowess, though tempered by a visceral urge to keep your family safe, would be a mistake to ignore.

“… Maybe. Not easily.”

“I thought that perhaps we could share her,” you hear the smile in Chrollo’s voice. Shivers run down your body. “Since our interests align.”

You don’t know who is more surprised in that moment — you, or Feitan. It takes a great deal to take either of you aback, but in true Chrollo fashion, he manages this impossible feat with ease. You part your lips to express your dissent over being treated in this dehumanizing manner, then think better of it.

Endure, you plead with yourself, teeth grinding. Endure and your patience will one day be rewarded.

“You sure?”

“I am, yes.”

Silently, Feitan approaches you. There’s no discernible intention in his eyes aside from curiosity. Chrollo releases his hold on you and steps aside. With your newfound freedom, you’d finally be able to look away from the oncoming male, but you choose not to. No, you make a point of holding his gaze unflinchingly. His eyes crinkle upward in amusement, a soft chortle leaving his person.

Fingers as sallow as a corpse reach out, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging it to the side.

“Are you difficult, woman?”

“You’re more than welcome to find out.”

You think he might be smiling beneath his bandana.

“Gladly.”

[goddess-of-green]

Can I rq yandere zetsu hcs for a darling who looks like his mother kaguya? Like they have the same facial structure , etc?

I love this

Warnings: GN!Reader, yandere content

» Zetsu was entranced the first moment he saw you

» It's uncanny—how much you look like her

» Black Zetsu notices the resemblance immediately, but White Zetsu is just confused at first

» "You look...familiar..."

» "It's Kaguya, idiot. That's who they look like."

» "Oh, yes! That's who they remind me of."

» Meanwhile you're just over here like Who's Kaguya?

» Zetsu wants you for himself from the first moment he sees you

» He'll try to court you "properly" but due to his bluntness and lack of experience it just comes off as creepy

» And in the end, it really doesn't matter if his courting works or not because he'll take you if you resist him

» He'd be extremely protective of you, he would straight up threaten Obito if he gets any ideas

» As a Yandere, Zetsu really isn't that bad...just strange

» Zetsu likes to bring you pretty things, or plants, or just anything he finds during missions that he thinks you'll like

» He also likes to watch you

» He's not really the type of Yandere to force you to touch him or be touched by him, but he'll want to look at you

» He's sorry if he comes off as creepy, but he just wants to look at you, he thinks you're so pretty, and so beautiful, and he could stare at you forever

» He would be very very hesitant about letting you roam free

» The only way he would really be okay with letting you go places without him is if you were really strong

» Like so strong that he had absolutely no doubt in his mind you would be in no danger at all

» However, if you're a bit on the weaker side, you can pretty much kiss your freedom goodbye

» And please don't cry, because darling can't you see? Zetsu is doing this because he loves you!

» He just doesn't want you to get hurt, or worse!

» Zetsu will never ever hurt you

» When Black Zetsu looks at you, he sees his beloved mother, and because of that he could never lay a hand on you

» White Zetsu doesn't have quite the same ties to Kaguya, but he loves you all the same

» In his own way, he cares for you greatly and never wants to see you hurt

» Zetsu's love for you is twisted and unhealthy, but it's love, and you'll never get rid of it

[rocksinmuffin]

I was bored and decided making a teir list of the Akatsuki members [Including Team Taka, Orochimaru, Kabuto and Madara] as Yanderes would be a good way to spend my time. Didn't include Zetsu, the guy pisses me off.

S Teir Yanderes

Madara

Kakuzu

Hidan

Orochimaru

Sasuke

Jugo [Sage Mode]

A Tier Yanderes

Sasori

Deidara

Kabuto

Obito

Nagato [Pre-Naruto intervention]

B Tier Yanderes

Yahiko

Konan

Kisame

Suigetsu

C Tier Yanderes

Nagato [Post-Naruto intervention]

Itachi

Karin

D Teir Yandere

Jugo [Normal]

Okay but consider that Sasori is a freak that turns real humans into puppets he controls and if that doesn’t bump someone up from A tier to S then nothing will

[smutteedreams]

Hi! I'm K. Welcome to my blog- we thirst shamelessly over 2d men here so grab your popcorn and have a seat bestie.

About me: I'm 19, my pronouns are she/her, sagitarrius (birthday- 28 November), animal lover, I'm from India

Hobbies- singing, dancing, reading, photography, painting, makeup

The character I write most about- Madara Uchiha

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What I write- sfw and nsfw fics, kinks i write- daddy kink, impact play, bondage, choking, edging, overstimulation, dominance

What I DON'T write (subject to change)- incest, underage sex, spit kink, gagging, foot fetish, pregnancy sex/lactation, blood play, dubcon, noncon, yandere themes

All characters in my fics are 18+

Characters I'm don't write for (subject to change)- Kankuro, Orochimaru, Kiba, Shino, Baki, Rasa, Kabuto, Zabuza, Kisame, Kakuzu, Zetsu, Choji, Gai, Deidara, Ebisu, Iruka

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