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love-toxin · 4 years

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lion; lio fotia.

a/n: a commission from a lovely darling ❤️

warnings: female darling, height difference, mild dubcon, masturbation, friends to lovers, loss of virginity, slight dom/sub, post-promare/promare spoilers.

word count: 3.3k

"Huh. Have you gotten taller?"

You heard this question all the time, to the point that it had started becoming a daily routine. Most times you figured it was rhetorical, or that Lio was simply attempting to get a rise out of you--but feeling him shoulder up next to you was new, and you swore you saw a twinkle in his eyes as he peered up at you from chest height.

He seemed to have a particularly strong fascination with your height, among many other things about you. But for some reason, being shorter than you was something he could never quite get off his mind--thankfully he hadn't started measuring you yet to see where you stood when you were side by side, but his strong interest in your figure was starting to feel more like an obsession. Sometimes he would ask if you liked being tall, or more specifically, if you liked being taller than him. And you couldn't figure out the reason why for the life of you, or at least you thought you couldn't.

That was before you had walked into Lio's room and forgot to knock, and the sight that met your eyes burned its way through your head and all the way into your brain.

"Wh-Wha…"

He turned his head over his shoulder, his lean body doing nothing to hide what he had been hunched over. From where he sat cross-legged on his bed, you could clearly see the picture he had up on a hologram in front of him, which was a snapshot of the two of you at the beach with you hugging him to your bikini-clad chest. And you could also tell that his pants were unzipped and his hand had been moving at a suspicious pace, just before he looked at you like a deer in headlights and the blood drained from his whole body.

"What are you doing?!"

Fortunately he had a pillow within arm's reach that he could grab and shove down over his lap to cover himself, but it was far too late to not make it clear what he had been doing in the privacy of his room. And with both of your faces flushed to hell and back, you rushed out the door like you had turbo-powered engines on your ankles, an ear-piercing "Sorry!" echoing off your lips and down the corridors you raced through.

That was a few days ago, and he hadn't looked at you since. If you heard anything about him, it was through Galo, and even then you heard very little since he appeared to be quite agitated for the last little while.

You couldn't blame him, though. Having you walk in on him while he was so vulnerable had obviously struck a nerve, so even though it killed you not to be able to talk and laugh with your closest friend, it wasn't surprising that he wanted some distance while he worked these thoughts of his out. You had a sense that he had been hiding something from you for a while, but...you could never guess that it would be this.

You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts, in fact, that you didn't even notice the man of the hour slipping into the common area of your shared living space, so busy poring over the events of the week that his voice was barely a whisper at your back.

"...Are you busy?"

Your head whipped around at full speed, the sight of him enough to make your heart flutter a bit. You shook your head "no" in reply, too nervous to try and open your mouth lest the words get jumbled up on your tongue.

"Good. I need to talk to you."

Lio stepped away and left through the doorway, his mouth saying nothing but his gestures telling you that you should follow. And you did, your cellphone abandoned on the coffee table as you got up like a woman possessed, and hustled to catch up with him until you were nearly walking on his heels. Seeing the top of his head was familiar, but having his hair uncombed like he'd just rolled out of bed was not--and you worried about what he was going to speak with you about, from the moment you got up off the sofa to the second that he shut his bedroom door behind the two of you, and didn't move to meet your eyes after as he muttered into the heavy silence.

"Are you mad at me?"

He either couldn't bear to look at you, or he just didn't want you to see his face as he asked, and either way you wished that this whole accident had never happened. Nothing hurt you more than seeing Lio upset, or angry...nothing in the world could compare to the pain of seeing that hurt in his beautiful eyes.

"...No, of course I'm not mad. I wouldn't get angry with you over something like that, Lio."

The best way to deal with it was to be candid with him, you figured. Lio always had a habit of letting his emotions get out of control, so sometimes it was best to be upfront and leave him no room for doubt...sometimes.

"...You should."

And sometimes that wasn’t the case at all, if the problem was big enough.

"I won't, then. I've made that decision for myself."

Lio let out a deep sigh, and finally moved so he could turn and face you. But he kept his eyes cast towards the ground, clearly too perturbed to try and be honest with you while you were face-to-face. He always was better at expressing his feelings through action, instead of through words.

"Why not? I've just proven everyone right. I'm…I'm not a Burnish anymore, but I still...I-I’m still...burning."

He opened his hands, and by the way his fingers twitched, you knew he half-expected them to light up with flames like he’d done a million times before. He still felt those phantom aches of a power no longer harboured inside his body, and even if it had been more of a curse than a blessing at times, you found that it gave him a more hollow feeling after the Promare had disappeared from your world.

As soon as he realized what he was doing, he clenched his fists and let them fall to his sides, his face dark as he averted his gaze again. Something wicked had pushed its way into his heart and taken control of him, and just like those times that you had seen him struggling to keep the fires within him from exploding, you watched as he tried to stay grounded while he was in your presence.

"You shouldn't be my friend anymore. You shouldn't even look at me. I don't deserve to be anywhere near you, not when I can't control myself…"

If he wasn’t in his room already, this would probably be the point in the conversation that he would let himself get overwhelmed, and stalk off to his bedroom to sit and sulk. But he didn’t have anywhere else to go that you wouldn’t find him, and you took a careful step forward before you dared to open your mouth.

"Why not?"

"...You really want to know?"

His voice was strong but his knees trembled ever so slightly, and without the flames surrounding his body that he once used to protect himself from the world, looking down on Lio like this was like seeing a meek, frightened little boy. Having him look up at you with a shimmer to his eyes made that feeling grow even more, and when he reached up and took hold of your sleeve, you swore he wasn’t the same person that he was the day that you first met.

"...I just want to be your everything. I want to be underfoot, wherever you are and whatever you're doing."

The small, soft whisper he spoke in was like he was telling you a secret, leaning in and hoping nobody else would be able to hear. And honestly you didn’t know what to think of it, your mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions...until you let your heart do the work instead of your brain, and your lips were moving before you could take time to decide whether it was really a good idea or not.

"...Are you saying you want to be mine, Lio?"

You swore your heart stopped when you spoke up, and your world slowed to a halt as you waited for his answer. You knew in your soul what he wanted to say...but whether he would or not was a question you couldn’t answer.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, not daring to meet your eyes...but once he took a deep breath to steel himself, his voice was the only thing you felt resonate within your heart.

"I’m saying that I...that I love you."

That was it. That was what you had guessed for awhile now...but it wasn’t until he said it out loud that you realized how long you had waited to hear it. Your feet moved on their own then, before you could think to do anything else, and by the time your hands were gripping his shoulders you had already accepted that this was how you wanted the outcome to be.

"H-Hey, what--what are you doing…?”

Lio’s voice slipped downwards into a moan, as you nuzzled into his neck and left a trail of kisses over his skin, until you found the softest spot of his throat and sucked a deep mark into it, one that he’d never be able to hide. But despite his stern words, they were backed up only by a sweet voice, that crumbled as soon as you bit into him and laved your tongue over the sore spot. It was so easy to turn him around and walk him backwards--and once the back of his knees hit the bed, he collapsed like a wobbly little tree in the breeze, and squirmed underneath you as you pinned down his lithe body with nothing but your own.

"Y-You shouldn't...don't look at me…"

He said as much, and yet there was next to nothing he could do about it, his arms wrapped around you and his face so close that you puffed out every breath you took against his cheek. And you could tell why he was anxious, especially with how dark his blush had gotten once you were on top of him--but you weren't going to stop, you refused to, not after you had been tortured by the memory of him touching himself while thinking of you. You were a living, breathing sex symbol for him, you had come to realize that...and being his friend, that would serve as quite the issue between you. However, as a lover...that would be a different circumstance altogether.

Your fingers trailed up to meet his cheek, both to make sure he would keep his eyes on you, and so that you could test the give of his soft skin under your touch. Despite the sudden advancement of your feelings, you felt tentative, hesitant even--but the sight of his plush, pretty lips was too much for you to resist, and you leaned down to press against them with a gentle shift.

"Mnh.."

Lio stiffened in that moment, his mouth occupied by a warm firmness like he'd never experienced--but you could tell by that quick beating of his heart that he enjoyed it nonetheless, even to the point that he brushed aside his own resistance and tilted his head down to deepen the kiss even more. Even when you pulled back he followed close behind, stretching up to chase your lips for another kiss, and another--he wouldn't be satisfied by your mouth alone, though, you knew that. He could kiss you all day...but there was something you both wanted that you knew would bring him to the light that he secretly craved.

"Please show me, Lio,"

Your murmuring into his neck sent a shudder through his shoulders, his body so lean and toned underneath yours that you almost feared the wrong move would break him--but you had a feeling that he wouldn’t be all that upset about it if it happened.

"Show me the face you were making while you were getting off to my pictures."

If you weren’t completely on top of him, and your hands weren’t already starting to ease his pants down off his slim hips, he probably would have had a total meltdown out of embarrassment. His secret had been well kept for so long before you found out, but now that you were touching him in a way that he had only ever dreamed, he just whined softly into your hair as you finally slid his bottoms off and let them fall to the floor.

From there, you had a brief interlude where Lio insisted on taking his shirt off as well, and in the process he helped you out of your own clothes with a healthy amount of eager hands on each other's bodies, and kisses that were fresh and new to both of you no matter how many you shared. By the time you were finally back to what you wanted to get to, and you shuffled yourselves further up the bed so you could lay atop him properly, Lio’s cheeks were thoroughly flushed and he was desperate to bring you closer again--and of course, how could you possibly find it within you to deny him, when he looked at you with eyes like that?

“Nnh...i-it’s my first time, so..”

He trailed his fingertips down your sides, your body heat bringing him comfort as you felt his cock twitch against your backside. He insisted you do it this way, he probably would have begged for it if you made him, and it brought a smile to your face at the thought of him loving your height so much that he wanted you on top of him so badly.

“..I’ve never had anyone touch me this way before. But even if it never happens again..”

It will, you thought. But you wouldn’t dare interrupt him, not while he was spilling his feelings to you in such a vulnerable state.

“..I’ll enjoy this time. I’ll treasure it...I’ll treasure you...forever.”

With that, he finally made the move to guide your hips down, and even the smallest graze of his cockhead against your slick folds made him whine without restraint. So in the end, you were the one who decided to take control, and lined yourself up to slowly sink down on his dick, every inch of his curve feeding into you easy and providing you a euphoria like you’d never experienced before. He just filled you out so perfectly, reaching your deepest spots without any trouble, and already pulsing against your clenching walls while he forced himself to focus on breathing properly.

In and out, in and out...you raised your hips and let him feel the pull of your pussy as he breathed in, and pressed yourself back to take his cock in all over again with every breath out, watching him carefully even though the feeling of him spreading you out made your vision blur if you moved too fast. But even so, despite Lio arching his back up so his chest met with yours, and his eyes rolling back as he experienced such carnal pleasure for the first time, he kept a tight grip on your waist to make sure you never shifted too far away. The moment you bucked up hard enough for his cock to slip out, he whimpered and raised his hips up to make contact again, humping your behind until you managed to catch him on the rim of your pussy and let him slide back inside.

He could barely even speak in this state, too busy with soundless gasps and moaning every time he felt you tighten around him or he rolled his hips in just the right way. With his heels digging into the mattress beneath him and his nails leaving little scratches on your skin, one might have even thought that he was being put upon against his will--but he wanted this, you knew now that he wanted this just as long as you did. Masturbating alone to bikini pictures of his best friend was the start, but you wanted to end it with Lio by your side forever, both to be your soulmate in this terribly cruel world, and as the man to warm your bed with sweet words and hot touches against your skin.

“Lio, Lio...Lio, I love you, my little lion…”

You spoke amongst breathy pants and pitchy gasps, your hands trailing up to tangle your fingers in his hair, and mess it up even more than it already was to complete the ruined look he worked so well. And in his effort to meet your touches, he tilted his head back in a haze, which gave you ample room to dip down and mark up his neck with all the feverish kisses you wanted.

“Please,”

Like a man possessed, Lio dug his nails in deeper and pulled you down to meet his erratic thrusts, the smacking of your bodies moving as one filling the room but not enough to drown out his whiny pleas for mercy. And you smothered those pleas with your lips, swallowing each of his moans into your mouth as your tongues met in a feverish dance, and he arched up into the kiss and bit down on your lower lip like it would be his last time. He only moved faster, only fucked up into you harder, and only throbbed inside you more intensely the longer you went on--until he just couldn’t take anymore, and considering how fiery you were burning from your head all the way to your toes with need, neither could you.

“Y-You’re my goddess...p-please...let me cum-!”

Sweet boy had the thought to ask permission, but his body just couldn’t keep up with his own desires. Before he could even get it all out, you felt the pulsating twitch of his cock on the edge of bursting--and with one more show of affection left in you, you pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his lips and let his tongue meet yours in a brief moment, before you squeezed him one last time and his thighs trembled violently with pleasing spasms.

“Mhnn…”

Lio’s moan was swallowed up by your tongue on his, and his jetting spurts of cum painted your pussy white and filled you up like a molten core, before it eventually overflowed and spilled down his softening cock as you melted into his arms like jelly.

Nothing would ever feel better than this, you were convinced. Spending your heavenly afterglow laying atop Lio’s chest was so like a dream that you feared you might wake up at any moment, but alas, your lover’s beating heart betrayed that reality as it gradually slowed down after reaching his peak.

“I love you.”

It almost surprised you to hear him speak normally now, albeit a little softer and with less of a bite to his tone. Lio raised a hand to touch yours, still a little hesitant...but once he laced his fingers with yours and felt you give him a reassuring squeeze, he met you with a smile so genuine that none could ever rise to match it. Nobody could meet Lio’s level at all, at least in your adoring eyes--and if they tried, you doubted they’d ever stand against you both while you stood tall by his side.

“...I love you too, my little lion.”

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dear-yandere · 4 years

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burn for me.

yandere! lio fotia. general headcanons.

♡ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ

Lio is a normal lover, a lucid-reluctant “yandere” for the majority of the time his darling has the pleasure of knowing him... at least, until his anger and pain gets the better of him and he snaps. He’d become a manipulative-protective, especially when under duress. His normally collected mask would break apart if he lost his darling, Gueira, or Meis. How many lives has he seen thrown away already? How much pain has it wrought him, how many tears has he seen family members shed over their loved ones, how many minds has he seen shatter and crumble before him? Losing his friends is one thing, he already feels so much helplessness and hatred – but he can’t lose his darling too, especially with the Foundation prowling to find helpless Burnish or Burnish sympathizers...

Before he snaps, Lio is well aware that he shouldn’t be feeling this way. He knows how easily his emotions can get the better of him when the lives of his loved ones or people are in danger -- he’s seen so much death and destruction that he’s always on the brink of falling apart. Still, he’s wise beyond his years, able to discern what is right from what is wrong; he’d never hurt his darling intentionally.

Snapping... is another story, especially when it comes to hurting his darling. His emotions run wild, particularly his anger and pain, and make him far more unstable. He would still never intentionally hurt his darling, but he’s suffered so much unchecked pain and witnessed so many deaths that it’ll simmer over and burn those in his path, even his lover. He apologizes profusely afterward, but healing their wounds with his flames only does so much when he caused them in the first place...

♡ ʜɪs ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Lio expects his darling to take care of themselves, especially if they are Burnish. He wouldn’t have Guiera or Meis leave their positions by his side just to protect his darling, but he does have several non-combatant Burnish keep an eye on his darling should they see darling wandering about. Of course this doesn’t last long, not when he snaps; Lio isn’t fond of not having control, of not knowing where his people are at all times. While he can’t abandon his post as the Mad Burnish leader just to keep an eye on his lover, he isn’t above having his able-bodied people spy on his darling -- or outright confining his darling someplace safe.

It’s unlikely that Lio would fall for a non-Burnish. As the leader of Mad Burnish, Lio is an idol among abused and battered Burnish everywhere. He has an image to maintain; how would his people feel if their leader fell in love with a non-Burnish knowing full well how horribly their kind has treated Lio’s people? After how much they’ve have let Burnish starve, wither, perish, and suffer without raising a hand to help? Still… Lio isn’t a fool. Just like he takes pride in the fact that Burnish don’t kill without necessity – even if they may have every reason to take revenge on those that hurt them. Lio knows that love comes naturally, unexpectedly, and he wouldn’t shame or disgrace his darling if they happen to be a normal human being. In fact, if they can understand and sympathize with his pain, all the better, because heaven only knows how much pain his body carries for the sake of his people. He only fears his flames will consume his darling, too.

Whether his darling is Burnish or not, Lio makes it a point to train them in combat. It could be something as simple as basic first aid knowledge or how to properly disarm an attacked, but a Burnish darling would give Lio the peace of mind of knowing that darling can control their flames well enough to hurt an assailant and escape – or even manifest Burnish armor to protect themselves with. Guiera and Meis will prove to be very useful in this regard because while Lio is planning or handling other matters, they can train darling in his place. He knows they’d never do anything to harm darling or try to steal them away from him, and they’re very capable of protecting and training darling in his place.

Regardless of his darling’s usefulness, he isn’t one to give up on anyone, especially his own lover. He understands fighting or simply associating with fighting, and the death that comes with it, isn’t for everyone. Lio is kind to humans and Burnish alike, unlike the Foundation which treats both like disposable pawns; no matter what, Lio would never give up on his darling – and in a sense, this means they can never escape him, nor can he escape them.

Lio is fragile despite how he may appear. He’s charismatic and a born-leader, but he’s carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, never showing weakness or malice for his fate. But this only makes his vulnerability more fragile and unstable... and his darling would be the only one to see him in such a state. He hates putting such stress on them, especially when he prides himself on being a collected and capable leader, but his darling is the only one he can show such a broken side to. They are his light, his eternal flame that cools his body from the promare that reigns within. Everyone relies on him, and he relies on his darling.

♡ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ

Lio is quite fond of calling his darling pet names, usually personalized nicknames like “my little flame” and “little spitfire”. Though sometimes, especially when he’s moody, he’ll fall back on regular pet names -- “my love”, “darling”, “dear”, and “beloved” -- because they make him feel normal again, as if he wasn’t constantly on the run, as if the lives of millions of Burnish didn’t rely on him.

Unlike most manipulative yanderes, Lio doesn’t mean to be manipulative. He is by far one of the most emotional yanderes; he feels things strongly, often to the point of losing control on his temper. He’s not afraid to cry, especially in front of his darling if it’ll make them stay by his side. He always feels guilty for doing so, but he understands that this world is cruel and favors those who know how to get what they want.

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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i imagine lio *relies* on his captive little darling for comfort. the poor boy has the weight of the world on his shoulders, countless *lives* at stake; he has so many expectations thrust upon him, but he's only human. his mind can be fragile, and he'll cling and sob and beg his darling to comfort him, to not leave him, to love him *because* he knows how much of a monster he's capable of being. he relies on them just as much as they rely on him. they keep him sane, he's nothing without them.

I don’t know if this is a request, but anything with Lio is always *golden*. And, for the sake of clarification, this takes place before Promare’s events, while Lio is still leading the Mad Burnish. For the tension, if nothing else.

TW: Emotional Manipulation, Non-Consensual Touching, and Toxic Relationships.

Lio liked taking care of you. Even at the worst of times, he made it a priority to take care of you.

It was most common during his downtime, when he didn’t have anything better to do than hold you close and give you expensive scraps of lace and be so intolerably nice, whether his fondness was expressed through gifts or mumbled, sweet whispers, his sentiments often consisting of something honey-coated and rotten. It was a habit, by this point, a new hobby Lio wasn’t quite good at yet. A glove that didn’t fit, but one he tried desperately to wear casually. That was why you didn’t hate him for it. He was trying to do something kind, something considerate. Something he didn’t seem to know what wrong

That, or you just didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop. You’d tried to before, but the words always seemed to knot and fall apart when you tried to spit them out.

Even now, rain pouring down outside the shabby, abandoned shed the two of you had found shelter in, he’d insisted on being the one to start a small bonfire for light, pulling you into his side and starting to comb out your hair with his fingers as soon as Gueira and Meis had left to scavenge for supplies. He hadn’t said anything since then, either, basking in the violet glow and smiling whenever you glanced in his direction, never stopping that persistent petting. You thought about pushing his hand away, laughing and asking how he would feel if you treated him like a lap-dog, but decided against it.

It was the Post-Mission High, just the high. A bliss that came after every Burnish had a chance to unleash a wave of flames at their full potential, leaving Lio (especially Lio, it seemed) in an exhausted, affectionate mood he trusted you enough keep from hiding. He was coming down. He’d be down, soon. You just had to wait.

With a sigh, you let your head fall onto his shoulder, your knees soon pulled against your chest. You could never feel cold anymore, but it felt like you should, sometimes. Judging by the way you shivered as his nails brushed against your scalp, anyway. “Think anyone got hurt?” You asked, allowing your thoughts to trail back to the destruction. He warned you not to linger, but you couldn’t help it, not when the worried cries of civilians and sirens were still fresh in your mind. “Maybe we should choose somewhere less crowded, next time. You never know who’s going to be in a building that big.”

“The response time is slower for urban areas,” He explained, a grin a bit wider pressing into the top of your head, his fingers soon tangled in your roots. You perked up immediately, recognizing the signal. “And privately-owned houses aren’t rebuilt as quickly. Besides, you shouldn’t be worried about those things, either way. I’m the boss, right?” He paused, giving you time to nod obediently, despite the reassurance doing little to soothe your nerves. “Leave that stuff to me. But, I could take your mind off it, if you wanted me to.”

You agreed, absentmindedly, your attention still elsewhere. Lio didn’t seem to mind. His lips were on yours in the blind of an eye, regardless.

It caught you off guard, at first. His hand suddenly clamped where it’d embedded itself, holding you in place while its twin cupped your cheek, further pinning you. Struggling was secondary, shock coming first, astonishment outweighing the betrayal. You weren’t sure what to do, awkwardly resting your hands on his chest as he nipped and licked so desperately, the gesture highlighting both your reluctance and his inexperience. Still, you were frozen, at least until a particularly brutal bite to your lower lip.

The following shove didn’t separate him from you, but it got Lio away from your mouth, his focus shifting to your neck, his skin refusing to separate from yours. He didn’t move to speak, but Lio didn’t have to. You were stuttering terribly as soon as you were able to. “I… I-I’m not really--”

“You don’t have to be.” Warm, broiling air fanned over your skin, and unconsciously, you curled into yourself. But, you hardly had enough space to breathe, much less arm yourself with more anything more defensive than a frown and a look of concern. “I’m the one in-charge, aren’t I? Let me handle this, too.”

You faltered, briefly. “But I don’t want to--”

“It’s not your fucking choice.” He wasn’t talking anymore, hissing as he leaned back, grabbing the collar of your shirt with his free hand and pulling you towards him a little too roughly. Was it because he’d started a fire recently? Was it withdrawal? Did Burnish get withdrawal? You never had. “I take care of you. You let me take care of you. You owe me this, at least.” He scoffed, shaking his head, as if you were the one at fault. “You’re always going on about how grateful you are. All I’m asking you to do is prove that.”

You didn’t give yourself time to think, ripping his hand from your hair, standing up just as Lio realized he’d done something wrong. Of course, he reached out before you could take a step, taking your hand in his and looking at you so pleadingly, his eyes alone were enough to make you hesitate. “I didn’t mean it,” He said, rushing to get the thought out. There was a tug to your arm, an external force urging you to sit back down, to think things over. “Please, I’m sorry, I just got… ahead of myself. You know I care about you, right?” He didn’t wait for a response, this time, his next pull a little more insistent. “Sit back down. I’ll make sure you’re alright, next time, I promise.”

That was what he’d said, last time. He hadn’t promised, the time before that, but ‘swearing’ wasn’t much better.

He wouldn’t keep his promise. You knew that, and yet, you kneeled against the decrepit wall, shutting your eyes and holding yourself much more rigid than you had, a few minutes ago.

Lio was calmer now, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in the crook of your neck, the silence returning in full-force. You couldn’t say you didn’t prefer it, though. It was pleasent, compared to what Lio actually had to say.

He was right, in a way. Lio was a good leader, a good fighter, and that’s what you needed him to be. When you joined his cause, you hadn’t signed up for a ‘good friend’. You’d wanted to help in any way you could, and you would. You owed your fellow Burnish that.

You owed Lio that, whether or not he deserved it.

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dear-yandere · 4 years

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Darling said: Lio... why did you do it? Why did you lock me up here? Why do you hurt me?

there was a pang in his heart, a wave of self-doubt that disappeared as quickly as it came. he had to remind himself that this was for the greater good, that taking away every bit of freedom you knew would keep you safe. you can’t become another casuality, another statistic.

his enemy isn’t just kray, it’s the entire world.

“it’s safer here, my little flame. it’ll all make sense soon, please put your trust in me.”

he didn’t have a response for hurting you, nothing other than -- he’s a monster.

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dear-yandere · 4 years

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suffocating love.

yandere! lio fotia x burnish! reader. tw: suicidal ideation / broken darling, confinement, implied physical and verbal abuse. part 1 / part 2 (here).

Suffocating him would've been easy.

Squeezing the life from his lungs, snuffing out the very flames he threatened you with -- it would’ve all been so easy. He slept so peacefully, unaware that his bones would’ve snapped so easily, would’ve made the prettiest, most sickening crack beneath your fingers.

You wanted his death to be painful.

And yet your hands had frozen in place, inches before the delicate skin of his pretty, little neck. How often had you dreamt of just that? How long had it taken to build up the courage, much less the nerve to kill the boy you once loved, the boy that still loved you?

Fate itself worked against you. A perfect opportunity to kill -- why hesitate? Why did your body always work against you like this? Was it the guilt? Because, in a twisted sort of way, you were special. A token, a trophy among Mad Burnish ranks; the only being closer to Lio than his own officers. Lives rested on your shoulders just as much as they did on his; you hadn’t asked for this. You hadn’t asked to be locked away like a damsel, you hadn’t asked for any of this, but Lio was a white knight clad in black leather and he’d mistaken himself as your savior. Millions of lives were on the line; yours was insignificant. You had to endure, you had to survive, you had to let him live so he could change the world. A monster -- he was a monster with the best of intentions, just not for you. He loved you truly, just as he loved every Burnish, but love was thing full of faults and you’d slipped through the cracks.

You wanted to be saved by anyone but him.

But the Devil was in your bed and still you could not end him. How you yearned to escape or die, but your love was a debt and he was the collector. Your fingers twitched as if mocking your sentiment; his death would be on your hands -- could you truly live with that? With killing the man you loved? With killing the only man who could save millions? How could a savior be so cruel?

How could fate be so cruel?

Why was he destined for great things? Why did so many have to rely on him? If only he’d been given the chance to live a normal life, to be a normal boy, a normal lover; if only he hadn’t driven himself mad with guilt and paranoia and love.

If only.

You tore your fingers from his neck and sobbed, softly, quietly, hidden as always. You couldn’t wake him, because even if you had, he’d see a demon and love you all the same. He’d cup your cheek and pull you into a kiss so loving you’d wonder if those same hands had truly burned you countless times before, if those same lips had defiled and degraded you only hours earlier. And the worst part is you’d forgive him. Every single time -- nothing he did was permanent because you’d always forgive.

You hope there was something wrong with you, some greater force or reasoning for your hesitation and for your ... love, but nothing was wrong except this life you were given. You were caught between two extremes and no one would dare save you but him.

Because he would set the world on fire and never let a flame touch you.

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dear-yandere · 4 years

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Lio Fotia (Promare)

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

Lio’s kisses are gentle and passionate, but awfully desperate and possessive. He’ll sweetly grab his darling’s hair and press their lips tighter against his, lithe fingers running up and down the small of their back. It’s such an intimate moment for him, one where he can unload all of his emotions in a safe way rather than letting them get the best of him -- especially since he’s normally stoic and emotionless unless provoked.

His passionate kisses often bring tears to his eyes and lead to cuddling and sentimental whispers that fade into the night. He’ll talk for hours about anything and everything, the sheer intimacy of the moment his saving grace. He doesn’t mean to cry, but he’s just so overwhelmed, so happy that he has someone who understands him, someone who will stick with him through thick and thin, someone to protect and call his.

Lio’s kisses convey every ounce of love he feels for his darling.

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dear-yandere · 4 years

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yurushite.

yandere! lio fotia x yandere! burnish! reader. tw: gore, burns, blood, broken / delusional darling, broken yandere.

They were right.

Lio Fotia wasn’t human; he was an abomination, a monster, a demon, a murderer. And he was starting to believe every word, because what human hurts the ones they love? What kind of monster hurts the only thing that makes it feel human? Of all people on this god-forsaken planet, Lio hated himself the most. He loved you the most, didn’t want to hurt you the most.

And he did.

Everything he’d grown up hearing was true. Every accusation, every death threat and beating he’d endured -- everything finally snapped into place, everything made sense. Every second of pain he’d endured was an early retribution, a punishment for what he’d just done. Emotions had gotten the best of him, ran too far, soared too high, burned too bright -- and that was all it took to lose control of his flames. That was all it took to make you scream in agony, to make your skin sear and peel and burn beneath his fire. To make you look at him with the same fear everyone else did.

Burnish are dangerous. Burnish are monsters.

The fires swelled in his core, feverish voices gnawing at his thoughts. Being hated by the one he loved most, what a bittersweet reminder. This was his fate: Burnish are meant to suffer. They’re not meant to live, not meant to love, not meant to be human.

Burn! Burn brighter! Burn it all down!

The voices were ear-splitting, but he didn’t flinch. He deserved this. He’d spent his life hating those who thought of him and his people as monsters, but he couldn’t deny it anymore. You would hate him now. He should’ve been used to it; the hateful glares, the scornful scoffs, the spitting and the beatings -- he was used to it all, but the thought of his most beloved hating him too...

No punishment in hell could be worse.

“Lio...”

“[Name]!”

You heard him quietly gasp and it was enough to ground you. Teeth dug into soft gum and you hardly realized them as your own. Inside was burning, everything was burning and your Promare were screaming in agony, much weaker than Lio’s flames, struggling to not die out and turn your body to ash; outside was falling apart, skin peeling back to reveal red sinew and muscle, tears and mucus clouding your eyes as if blinding you from your body’s destruction. Pink and green blurred together in such a beautiful display, you could no longer see his face -- and it hurt. It hurt more than his flames, more than your flames, more than anything.

Seeing him made the hurt go away.

Please don’t cry -- but those pleads were silent, trapped behind a mouth which threatened to swell shut. You didn’t have to see his face to know he was crying, hot tears dotting your cheeks, hot tears that weren’t yours. You knew the fire in his heart was screaming, calling out to yours, begging yours to stay awake, to stay alive, to not smolder and burn to ash like everything else in his life.

“I-I-I’m a monster, I can’t even control my flames, I--I hurt you!” Lio’s voice always reminded you of a chorus of bells, the way they beautifully chimed as if calling out for all to hear. In a way, he was the same -- a man marked a terrorist, a good man who only wanted his people to be treated as humans. He even treated his captives as humans; he was good, he was kind, he deserved--

“I...deserve to die.” His voice died and your mourned it like a lost lover.

He flinched when you touched him so delicately, as if he hadn’t almost killed you, hadn’t crippled you, hadn’t burnt your very flesh and bones. But the pain was nothing compared to the soft sobs he hadn’t the strength to hide. It wasn’t your time yet. This wasn’t enough to kill you; you were Burnish and you would heal.

“...Why?”

How badly you wanted to speak, but your body could only protest. You needed him, needed to see his face and hear his laugh and comfort him when everything comes crashing down. He would hurt you all the same, intentionally, unintentionally -- it’d all blurred together, but you couldn’t leave. You could never leave.

You felt alive next to him.

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dear-yandere · 4 years

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white christmas.

yandere! lio fotia. tw: broken darling. part 1 (here) / part 2.

“Merry Christmas, my little flame. Stay still for me.”

Considering the ropes binding your wrists and ankles together, you didn’t have much of a choice. But your lover simply smiled, lithe, pale fingers brushing over both the black ropes and the bits of exposed skin which peeked from beneath your gown. He’d had the decency of stripping you from your leather Mad Burnish uniform to dress you in much more comfortable attire considering you couldn’t leave his room in the underground headquarters.

“I’m sorry we have to spend Christmas like this, my love...” He said softly, amaranthine-colored eyes focused on your face. You refused to respond; rather, you hardly acknowledged his presence, never looked at him these days if it wasn’t to glare. “You were always so understanding. You’ll forgive me, won’t you?”

No response. It was like talking to a corpse. He knew you were doing this on purpose; you knew his weakness, how much he hates to see his people broken, abused, dead. You thought of him as nothing more than a hypocrite and he couldn’t blame you; his anger had gotten the best of him far too many times, and you’d been at the mercy of it all.

So he couldn’t blame you when you flinched away, his fingers not even close enough to touch you. He let his hand fall back to his side, nails digging against the inside of his glove and palm. It hurt. Seeing you like this always hurt, but he couldn’t give up on you -- not when he’d hurt you, not when he’d broken you himself. He wanted to take it all back, to rewind time, to destroy this timeline and hope for a world where he wasn’t Burnish, where he hadn’t suffered, where he hadn’t hurt you, where you could be happy together.

But reality was cruel and God was heartless. Lio knew that better than most.

“Please just be good, okay? I’m not going to hurt you, especially not today...” He relented and finally stood up, leaving you to lay motionless on that bed, eyes cloudy and chest only rising every so often. He glanced at the clock, neon pink numbers close to striking midnight.

This would be your first Christmas together. This would be his first Christmas with someone he considered family -- someone other than Meis and Guiera.

Lio only wished you felt the same.

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reunion.

lio fotia. requested by: @imaginesanddrabblesforyou! spoilers for: promare ending.

“You could’ve died!”

Your punches had died down and his chest was eternally grateful considering the beating he’d taken from Kray. While you could never hit him hard enough for it to hurt, the lack of punches currently being thrown meant you’d be far easier to calm down. Unfortunately, you were still crying and he still hadn’t learned how to calm his own partner down.

It dawned on him just how much time he’d neglected to spend with you.

“...I’m sorry.” His answer would only add fuel to the fire, and for once, he didn’t want the fires to grow. It’s not like he could blame you for your reaction; you’d watched from the ground with terrified eyes, no doubt shaking as battles raged in the skies. “How can I make it up to you--”

“That’s all you have to say?” Your tone was so meek and defeated it almost broke his heart. “Do you understand how worried I was? I, I--” Another wave of sobs hit and Lio could only tightly pull you against his chest. Each sob tore at his heartstrings; you had every right to be angry, but that wouldn’t change his calling.

“I could’ve lost the love of my life...”

Luckily his calling had come and passed.

He inhaled your scent, now stained by sweat and smoke -- and it calmed him all the same. He wondered what life would be like without you, he wondered how yours would be without him; you’d be happier, maybe, but he’d still be lonely and lost. Despite it all, he preferred how things were right now. As selfish as it was, you were meant to stay by his side and he was meant to love you with everything he had left.

“I’m not going anywhere, not anymore...” He whispered, fatigue hitting like a wave and nearly washing him away. “We’re safe now. It’s going to be okay.”

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Hmm, your thoughts on Lio and Galo sharing a darling?

I waited way too long to write this… still, I’ll take any chance I can to talk about these boys. They’re dumbasses, but their caring dumbasses, and that’s all you can really ask for.

TW: Implied Kidnapping, Emotional Abuse and Depressive Thoughts.

The pressure was too high.

Usually, you wouldn’t complain about a detail so small, but each drop felt like another needle being thrown at your back, playing with the idea of breaking the surface but never quite going through with it. You wondered if Lio always took showers like this. His skin was thinner than yours, and it was bordering on painful after so long. But if Lio noticed, you couldn’t tell, his arms remaining wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your shoulder, regardless of how much you shifted or complained. You’d lost track of how much time he’d spent like that, but it didn’t really matter.

Judging from the soft, guttural growl forced through his teeth every time you moved, you wouldn’t be going anywhere until Lio decided it was alright for you to go.

Luckily, you wouldn’t have to wait very long, Galo was audible from the moment he stepped through the threshold. Lio perked up as the bathroom door slammed open, colliding with the nearest wall was and making you flinch into the blonde, Lio accepting the contact gladly. He clung to you a bit tighter as the stream-coated glass slid to the side, letting a merciful breath of fresh air flow in before it closed again, the humidity growing all the more unbearable with an already-undressed Galo’s entrance.

He didn’t waste time, pulling you away from Lio and pinning you against his chest, the hug as smothering as it was crushing. Your feet were barely on the ground by the time he released you, letting you stumble on the tile floor for a moment before a strong hand planting itself on your hip as he dragged you closer than you’d ever been. You didn’t have to be told what to do, considering how affectionate Galo was on a daily basis, only closing your eyes and pecking at the corner of his mouth, pretending not to see the resulting disappointed frown. It was a useless effort, in the end, his lips pushing themselves against yours with enough force to split your lip. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how he used to kiss you, how he would blush and stutter and ask so eagerly...

But, he hadn’t asked for what he wanted in a long, long time.

“Are you two done?” Lio cut in, discontent hidden by layers upon layers of neutrality. He was never the type to show it, but he'd never really been comfortable with such an expansive relationship, not unless he was the center of your attention. It was better with Galo than it was with most, seeing as the interaction hadn’t gone violent yet, but his patience wasn’t something you wanted to test.

You still had bruises from the last time you looked too content in someone else’s arms.

Galo didn’t share your concern, only letting you go and moving to his partner’s side, Lio fighting back a smile as Galo brushed unruly hair away from his face. You used to admire their dynamic, so gentle and loving and wordless, filled with kind gestures that didn’t need explanations. It’d been enough to cover up how vile both of them were, below the surface, masking Lio’s sharp edges and Galo’s hyper-fixation. Still, Galo’s chuckle was enough to make your heart beat a little faster, your eyes falling to the floor out of instinct. “He’s just a little jealous.” There was a chuckle, giving Galo time to kiss the top of Lio’s head, the gesture lingering for a bit longer than it should’ve. “He always gets huffy when I greet someone else first, dontcha? Lio’s just a big baby, when you get down to it.”

There was another huff, another glare, an elbow soon finding its way to Galo’s side as Lio stood a little straighter, crossing his arms far too defensively. “I do not. It’s just… too fucking cold to deal with any of that bullshit today,” He started, pale skin beginning to flush. “They’ve been good, too. I’m not trying to ruin that. You know how (Y/n) gets when they feel too confident.”

Galo just grinned, as if Lio’d said the most innocent thing in the world. You were beckoned closer by a tap to Lio’s shoulder, a welcoming smile, Galo’s arm wrapping around your midriff as soon as you took a step forward. “The angel hasn’t tried to get out in weeks, give them some slack!” He paused to think, opting to ignore Lio’s comments about ‘straining something’. “There should be a reward. Anything they want!”

A year ago, you might’ve been excited, A month ago, you might’ve taken the chance to say something that’d make Galo scowl and Lio get mad, but now, you just forced a smile, nodding as you leaned into his side, mumbling a quiet ‘I’ll think about it’. But, you doubted either was listening, by then.

You watched as they talked, but their words went over your head, only the occasional mentions of restraints and rare use of your name reaching your ears. You tried to ignore it, to disassociate and cuddle into Galo’s warmth and not pay attention, but you’d never been good at blocking out the details. Not as good as your captors were, anyway.

Neither of them even noticed that water had already gone cold.

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Give me those Lio (Promare) headcanons 👀

Finally! I’ve been waiting to write for this excellent boy, this absolute twink, this king among men. He’s a baby and no one can take that away from him.

TW: Kidnapping, Emotional Abuse, Emotional Manipulation and Toxic Relationships.

Lio Fotia

~He cares about you, first and foremost. Remember that now, because it’s going to get much harder to believe, later on.

~There’s no particular reason why he seems to fall so hard for you, Lio isn’t even sure himself. It might be because you’re so kind to him, always going out of your way to check on someone you shouldn’t care about, or how your smile makes him blush and stutter and try so hard to impress you. He doesn’t really understand it, but he knows he wants to keep you closer, and he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to take it if something took you away from him. He’ll be more than willing to prove that, too.

~He does his best to let you have your own life, but... he’s clingy, to say the least. This is Lio’s first real relationship, and it shows. He doesn’t know it’s not normal to put himself between you and whoever you’re talking to when he decides they’re being too friendly, nor does he understand the difference between holding your hand and hanging from your waist, only to refuse to let go when you try to ‘playfully’ shrug him off. He’s not better behind closed doors, either, keeping you pressed against him and whining whenever you dare to move. If his behavior isn’t smothering yet, give it a week. It will be.

~If you ever bring up a habit you don’t quite care for, Lio acts like it’s the end of the world. You might just be asking him to stop glaring at your friends whenever you introduce him, but he’ll frown, pout, cross his arms and act like you’re being irrational when he’s the one throwing a tantrum. He doesn’t try to be manipulative, but he loves every single thing about you, and it’s a shock to find out that you don’t feel the same way. After your tenth ‘disagreement’, you’ll stop trying to improve his behavior. You’ll just… start avoiding other people, when he’s with you.

~While I’m on the subject, you’ll have to be a talented peacemaker. Lio has a fiery temper, and he acts suddenly, thoughtlessly, especially when it comes to you. There’ll be no warning before he launches himself at the injured civilian leaning on you for help or when Lio decides he wants to spend the rest of the day with you inside, alone, regardless of any other plans you might have. You’ll have to be his negotiator, his impulse-control, if only to keep yourself out of trouble.

~Lio’s affection isn’t any less possessive, honestly. There’ll be nails in your skin, teeth latched onto your lips, Lio forcing himself as close as he can be for something as simple as a kiss. He’s stronger than he looks, too, so pushing him away won’t be an option. Not if you value your arms, anyway.

~Despite everything, he’ll only do something drastic if he doesn’t think he has another choice. Lio doesn’t want to hold you against your will, he couldn’t do that to another person and still believe he’s justified, but… he can’t stop himself, not when you’re saying those awful things about leaving him. If it helps, he’ll do his best to make your captivity better than that of the Burnish, but he’s not a caretaker. He’s jealous, obsessive, but he never seems to manage to remember that you probably don’t want to be chained to a bedpost, even if he is there to help you along.

~You’ll be pampered, absolutely spoiled. Gifts are rare and well-earned, but the conditions you’re kept in are immaculate, the best a Burning Rescue Member can afford. Even if he has to keep you restrained, your cuffs are padded and light-weight, Lio doing his best to impress you with food and games and everything he knows you love. Nothing’s off the table, not if he thinks it’ll just make you smile again. Nothing, save for your freedom, of course.

~He does have a mean-streak, though. At the slightest hint of disrespect or a trace of anything less-than-loving, he’ll go tense, hardly even thinking before he drags you away from your nice, cozy room and into the smallest, darkest closet he can find. Hurting you is out of the question, Lio can’t stand the thought of it. But, there’s just something cathartic about hearing you sobbing for him when you don’t even know he’s listening. He’ll always seem much more confident, when he lets you out.

~Lio doesn’t mean to be cruel, he doesn’t want to be. It’s a mix of frustration and confusion and helplessness, really, with all those negative, terrible feelings simply being projected onto you. He loves you, he loves you so much, but… he’s never been great at loving people. You’ll come to know that better than most, after a while.

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