#yandere galo x reader

[dear-yandere]

smile for me.

yandere! galo thymos. tw: confinement.

“Oh look, mistletoe, you know what that means~”

You wish you didn’t. You wished this wasn’t real, that you weren’t here, trapped in mismatched arms, flush against his bare chest after he’d just returned home from the Burning Rescue headquarters. You wished this was all a dream, that you hadn’t ignored the red flags, that you’d left him months ago.

Maybe you wouldn’t be chained to his room.

Fingers, hidden behind thick fireproof gloves, gently caressed your chin, forcing you to look upwards. He was so much taller, so much stronger -- you had no choice when he leaned over your frame, no choice but to let him kiss you. You were only grateful he wasn’t in a sour mood lest the innocent kiss leave your lips raw and bruised.

Galo smiled triumphantly and let your head fall back into place, like the puppet he’d groomed you to be. He let the mistletoe fall and land on the floor beside the bed, fingers quick to sink into your hair to smooth out the pieces you’d neglected to brush; how he wished you’d take better care of yourself while he was fighting fires to protect you, but he understood these things come with time -- you’d only been chained to his bedpost for a few days now, after all.

“Y’know, the guys at HQ think I’m lying when I say a have a lovely lady waiting back at home.” He mused, laying his chin at the center of your scalp, the arms tightly wound around your abdomen getting tighter by the minute. “Something about not believing the universe’s number one idiot managed to land a girlfriend...” He scoffed, muttering something about ‘showing them’ under his breath.

You shifted uncomfortably, the weight of his muscles pressing down onto your shoulders. Galo sighed thoughtfully and clicked his tongue, removing one arm -- much to your relief -- to reach into his pants pocket.

“You agree, dont’ya?”

“Y-yeah!”

His smile was soft and innocent -- he adored the way you answers were always so quick, always so obedient. He knew it was wrong, but you’d finally realized he was just trying to protect you and he couldn’t be happier!

“Say cheese then, babe!”

Your eyes widened, finally looking up from your cloudy reverie to notice the phone he’d positioned in front of you both. He snickered at your adorably surprised and fearful face -- and you hated how you could see his naive face contort into a look of sheer pleasure. This was your first picture together since he’d taken you from everything you knew.

“One picture and I’ll take the chain off for a few hours, promise.” He pouted when you refused to smile, mistaking your apprehension for embarrassment. 

The offer was tempting, but you weren’t nearly as concerned with that; this picture could be proof. You could use it against him, you could escape. But you knew Galo wasn’t as stupid as he let on; this picture would never see the light of day. And, would anyone even care? This was the universe’s hero -- would they brush this under the rug simply to keep his image from shambles?

“Smile, cupcake~”

You smiled, but it was fake. If only everything else was.

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[yandere-daydreams]

can i get some yandere galo - maybe the aftermath of one of his punishments? idk i just need more yan galo in my life xoxo

He’s so sweet, I can hardly imagine him ever really harming his Darling.  But, with that being said, there are some *creative* measures he’d be willing to resort to, if pushed to his breaking point.

TW: Non-Consensual Drug Use and Mentions of Physical Violence.

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Everything was spinning.

It was all you could do to lay still, whether on your chest or your back, you weren’t really sure. It felt like your heart was beating too slowly, but your head pounded as if you’d been strung upside-down for hours, your legs no longer attached to your body in any meaningful way. Every time you shifted, if only to try at rolling over, the walls went blurry and you couldn’t make out the color of the sheets surrounding you… or were you on the floor? That might’ve explained the unmirrored soreness in your muscles, like someone had planted their heel in your spine and refused to budge.

You reached to your side, throwing your fist into whatever surface you were resting on. When the pain didn’t come, numbness etching itself into your skin instead, you decided you were on the bed.

The sound of the door unlocking stirred a similar feeling inside of you, something between an uncaring apathy and a dread you couldn’t find it in yourself to feed into. It’d frightened you, your first day, terrified you on your second. A week in, the dozens of locks had fueled your hatred, and after a month you’d learned to ignore them. Now, you didn’t dare to glance up, his footsteps too loud, too heavy, reverberating off your skull and forcing you to bury yourself in the mattress, whatever was left of your mind willing your body to melt into the soft surface. But the illusion was broken as strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you out of your cushiony shelter and into a warm chest. But, the feeling of rough skin rubbing so violently against your own was enough for you to draw back, curling into yourself.

Or trying to, at least. It was hard to tell if you’d actually moved.

Still, Galo seemed content with your immobilized state, grinning as he positioned you on his lap. You were leaning against his shoulder by the time he was done, one arm securing you in place while the other supported his own weight, your form slotted snugly against his. It was a routine, a tradition that he come home and hold you like you were the most delicate thing in the world, your captor seeming to bask in the silence before he leaned down, kissing the top of your head. His lips lingered for a little too long, teeth brushing against your scalp, but it was all you could do to keep your eyes open. Pushing him away wasn’t an option, like this.

He laughed as he looked over you, squeezing your waist playfully. “You’re tired, aren’t you, baby?” Galo asked, despite already knowing the answer. You couldn’t provide much of a response, letting out a light, breathy sound and nodding, but it was enough for him, earning you another kiss. This one to the space just underneath your eye. “I can’t blame you, I’ve seen how hard that stuff hits. I was out of commission for the better half of a week, and I only had half a dose.” He chuckled, reaching up to cup your chin, encouraging you to lean into the touch. “And I gave you more than enough to put a horse down! That… that was my bad, I was a little angry.”

He’d pinned you down. He’d threatened to break your wrists. He made you cry and didn’t feed you that night and injected something terrible into your veins, but you couldn’t bring yourself to give him anything more than a weak frown. “It… it hurts,” You spat, forcing the words out like a rock lodged in your throat. “It hurts so much, Galo.”

He took a sympathetic turn instantly, cooing as you whimpered, something in your chest tearing from the effort. There wasn’t a choice anymore, your cheeks soon completely enveloped in his hands. It was your lips, this time, as fleeting as it was chaste. “I know, (Y/n), I know.” His tone was quiet, compassionate, bordering on genuine. “Whenever you’re in pain, I am too, remember? We’ve always stuck together, and that’s never gonna change.”

You let your heart flutter, blinking away the haze over your eyes. You couldn’t help but fall into it, staring up at him as adoringly as you could, leaning into his comfort ever-so-slightly. “Does that mean you’ll–”

There was a thumb pressed into the corner of your mouth before you could finish, stopping you from speaking and pulling your lips into a wide, tight smile. “I never said that,” He started, his voice never losing its childlike mania. “You kill me whenever you try to leave, and with all those terrible things you say… you should be thanking me for just restraining you. This isn’t even a fraction of the pain you deserve.”

You shook your head, mumbling incoherently and spouting something pathetic, but Galo’s expression never wavered, just growing more resolute as he let one of his hands fall to his pocket. You hadn’t noticed the long, black box in the mess of red material, but it couldn’t have stood out more now, the knowledge of what was inside making the world around you tremble and your eyes water, Galo’s gaze already boring into your jugular vein, where he always aimed when you upset him. You couldn’t walk, you couldn’t even move, but the dizziness and crawling would be worth it that needle never touched neck again.

But, Galo had other plans, pinching your cheek and baring his teeth. You could taste blood, but you hadn’t felt his nails pierce your skin.

“Maybe another little push will help you to see my side.”

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[dear-yandere]

tw: mentions of kidnapping and confinement. do not re-upload or use my writing without permission. 

Galo Thymos (Promare)

daisy: how loyal are they? have they ever lied to you?

Galo is a terrible liar; his voice quivers and becomes high-pitched, and he can hardly keep a straight face (though, he struggles to do that regardless). He understands the importance of white lies, sure, but he’s physically incapable of telling one, especially to his darling! He wants to be completely transparent with them. In fact, he confessed as soon as he realized how he felt.

He’s also horrible at hiding his thoughts and true intentions. If he sees the need to kidnap and confine you someplace he deems safe, he’ll tell you! It’s not like you can get away considering how much stronger and faster he is due to his firefighting training...

orchid: are they the type to express how proud of you they are?

Of course! Galo practically shows you off to the entire world, at least before he became famous. He’ll happily march down the streets of Promepolis, an arm slung tightly -- almost over protectively -- around his darling’s waist and a blush on his cheeks. He’s so happy to show them off to the world, partially because he’s shocked he managed to score someone so amazing when he’s known to be an idiot.

After he’s become famous for stopping a certain villain, however, he’s much more secretive about his darling’s existence. He doesn’t want anyone to know their face, much less their whereabouts, in fear that dissenters of the New Era (particularly angered followers of a certain person) will use his lover against him.

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