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yansgalore · 11 months

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sebek-san doesnt look like a biter but he might do it to indulge his human’s desires. may i request a crumb of sebek giving his darling some marks on the neck? his groovy smile is making me simp for sharp teeth. please and thank you 🙏

Oh, Sebek bites for sure, he’s just a little shy lol I mean, look at how detailed his fangs are! Surely, they’re not just there for decorations. Especially when he has a dentist for a dad but I headcanon that he equally enjoys getting bitten as well, even if he doesn’t actively say so. lol

Sebek doesn’t understand your fascination with his teeth, so what if they’re a little bit pointier than most people? That’s just proof of his notable fae bloodline! His Young Master has even mightier ones, you should’ve seen it! …Or not, it’s not like he’ll let you anyway, so maybe having you ogling about his own is a better outcome, rather than the Young Master’s. Still, it doesn’t explain on why you’re so fixated on fangs in general. What sort of appeal are you looking at here exactly?

He doesn’t like the way you request of him to open his mouth, just to see those fangs of his sticking out, especially when your eyes would shine and gawk at him like he’s an exotic animal at a zoo. But what frustrates him the most is that he actually grants those requests, he doesn’t get how you could make him do that! He remembers refusing at first in every offer, but upon seeing that disappointed look on your face as you apologize, Sebek couldn’t help himself but to comply in the end. ESPECIALLY when you would just unconsciously place your hand on his cheeks, your head tilting to the side with your eyes ever so curious!

“H-Hmph! To think you’d be this low to actually pull off a pathetic expression such as that!” He would say, glaring at you but he could feel his cheeks heating up at every second. “Very fitting of you as a human, I see…It can’t be helped then, I’ll do this one as a pity compensation.”

Then, you would light up in an instant, which Sebek has to slap himself for to resist the urge of calling and even thinking of how cute your smile is. You’ll cheerfully thank him, but this would only intensify his blush even more. “D-Don’t get the wrong idea, human! I’m only doing this because I pity you, that’s all! There won’t be a next time!” He would say every time, but it always ends up being a lie. There was always a next time, and he hates himself for being so weak against your charm.

Now comes his birthday and your fascination with his fangs combined into one.

Even you were surprised when he pulled such a wide smile, although really smug, just for the fact that he can drink coffee with milk nowadays. You figured it was more directed at Silver, who couldn’t really give any less damn about it, the man looks like he was on the verge of passing out as usual. Your eyes immediately focused on the rare sight of his fangs, and quickly resisted the urge to point it out since it’s pretty much obvious how the half-fae is going to react at this point if you do so. Not to mention, being this enticed with something as teeth was starting to not sound too good to other people’s ears and even yours for the matter. You wondered if you really have this morbid curiosity about sharp teeth, or just some sort of kink you didn’t know you had.

With that said, you kept it all in with you as Sebek went to focus his attention back to you, expecting more questions to be answered. After hearing about his family and history, you pretty much had your curiosity satisfied at this point, but seeing how oddly cooperative Sebek is acting right now, you decided to entertain him for a while. You asked a few more questions that seemed like something he would know for another solid minutes, just to fill in the gaps but you were actually surprised when he answered so enthusiastically every time. Soon, you eventually ran out of questions to ask, so you told him that it was about time you ended today’s birthday interview.

To your surprise, he looks quite…disappointed? You weren’t sure what kind of face he made, like that of a lost puppy or whatever, but it certainly caught you off-guard, that’s for sure. However, with just an awkward cough, he looked away and went back to his usual sophisticated tsundere expression. Then, out comes his excuses saying how it took you long enough to finish, only to aggressively call you back when you try to leave. You ended up sitting back down, since he looked like he really wanted to say something.

…Sebek didn’t really know why he’s stopping you all of a sudden, he should have just let you walk away once you’ve finished all your questions. After all, you were taking precious time off his hands when he could’ve used them to watch over the Young Master. Thinking like this made him extremely antsy, and it really shows…All because he noticed how you didn’t ask him a single thing about his fangs tonight! It’s just…doesn’t feel right when he’s so used of you bothering him about it every day!

You stared at him with wide eyes, and it was at this moment that Sebek, in the midst of his frustration had realized one key factor over his own thoughts…Shit, did he just say them out loud?

He looks like he was going to burst any moment, but before he could say anything that would probably destroy your eardrums, you tried calming him down. “A-Alright! I’ll…I’ll ask something about your fangs, okay? I just forgot, that’s all!” Nervously laughing, Sebek glared at you with a red face, looking more like a pouty child at this point. You decided to ignore his childish sulking for now and quickly rattled your brain for questions, which oddly enough, there really wasn’t a whole lot. “…That’s right, um…How does it, uh…feel?”

It was a weak start, but anything to calm the half-fae down. With a huff, Sebek answered without any resentment at all, he was still embarrassed but he surprisingly have done a good job in controlling his own temper and voice for once. Nodding, you listened as he says the basic things like how having fangs doesn’t really differ from a human’s teeth, at least not in an extremely significant level. They’re just more powerful in terms of durability, allowing for better access towards tough food like meat. With just this conversation alone, you actually began to find yourself interested once again, fascinated by what those teeth of his can do, especially as a half-fae like himself.

“I see…” You said, casually resting your cheeks on your palms with an interested look in your eyes. “…I wonder how that would feel in a human flesh…”

Although you intended it to be a joke, even going as far as laughing at yourself for such a silly thought, Sebek only looked at you with raised eyebrow. You sweat dropped and gulped eventually, about to tell him about it being nothing more as a gag, thinking that he might’ve taken it seriously after all and nag about how ridiculous you were being. Only to freeze in your spot when Sebek stood up from his seat and walked towards you, leaning way too close to your face with an uncharacteristically serious look on his face. His hands resting on each side of your shoulders.

“Do you want to know?”

Before you could actually speak, Sebek already went ahead and pulled your collar slightly apart, enough to show your delectable collarbone. Your heart went beating fast and before you knew it, he was already at the crook of your neck, opening his mouth to reveal the fangs that you were so fascinated by all this time. It went as fast as you could blink, but it all felt like slow motion to you, the way his teeth came in contact with your skin and slowly plunging in through your skin. A sharp pain had you gasping in surprise as he went in deeper and deeper, until you could feel the intense heat spreading from the area to your whole body that had you shivering in response. It was a little uncomfortable, but it wasn’t entirely painful, just enough stimulation for you to shut your eyes tight and clench your fist on the sleeve of his suit.

You didn’t notice that blood actually started trickling out of where he bit you from until Sebek himself had to pull away and saw some on his upper lips. Sebek slowly looked up at you before blushing fiercely once again, he steps back and quickly rummaged his hands on a nearby table. He soon came out with a few napkins in hand and recklessly just stuck them on your damaged, bleeding skin. “…There. Happy now? It hurts, of course. You dumb Human.” He said, glaring at you as if to scold you from even asking such a thing. But looking deeper in his eyes, he seems almost guilty for what he did, judging by the way he aggressively tries to wipe away the wound on your shoulder.

“Huh…O-Oh, yeah…Sorry…” Not really knowing how to react to such a situation, it seemed so surreal that Sebek would actually react like that over a mere supposed “joke”. The guy soon clicked his tongue at your reaction and turned around with a huff.

“Good! Now, if you got what you want, then I’ll be going back to my Young Master’s side!” He said, but not after looking over his shoulder to see your utterly confused look once again. It wasn’t always that he gets to see this side of you, bashful and cute, completely lost at what happened. But at the same time… “Also…Hear this, Human!”

“Don’t you dare let others do that to you, do you understand!?”

Then, he walked away all flushed and frustrated, his pace going faster than usual, leaving you still in your seat to process his words. After a few seconds, heat began to crawl its way all over your body and for the first time, you felt what its like to be as flustered as Sebek would.

#sebek #<3

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yansgalore · 11 months

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Razor (Genshin Impact) - Yandere Profile

@bleachlemon

I’m glad you are ok with it because oh boy do I have some very very n a s t y noncon-y thoughts about our wolfboi. We love a dense boy, not a single thought in his empty, horny lil brain. Head empty, just horny for y/n.

I also have the big horny™ for any cross between boys and canines… Does smth for me. As if my favoritism wasn’t obvious by how much I’ve written below lmao

tw: general yandere content, violence, mentions of n/sfw

tw below cut: breeding, heavy noncon, like jfc this is nasty, misogynistic

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

The biggest issue with Razor is his complete and total lack of restraint. He sees no need for it, he has no real concept of social norms. Wolves don’t really practice restraint on… anything. When they see something they want to kill, they kill it, when they see something they want to have, they have it, when they’re mad, they attack, when they’re hungry, they eat.

So in a way, he’s perfectly lucid, but doesn’t act as a normal lucid person who understands social norms would do. He knows that you give him some burning, fluttery feeling, and that he enjoys having you around, and that he gets sad when you have to leave. He’s perceptive enough to know it’s the same urge that drives humans to form their long-term mate partnerships. If that’s what they refer to as “love,” he’ll readily adopt that term as a way to describe what he feels. What he doesn’t get is everything between point A and point Z. No point in all the “courtship” and “marriage” and other human customs – he doesn’t need to “date” to know you’re the one, and he doesn’t need some signed paper to signify he loves you. In his mind, it’s perfectly logical to expect you to immediately come live out in Wolvendom with him. You did accept all his courtship signs, after all.

Wolves are very straightforward with it, you see. Their courtship includes going for walks side-by-side, close to each other, which you did when you let him guide you through the woods. Wolves will rest their head or legs on the other, and you let him rest his head on your shoulder (even if you flinched with surprise when he did, uncomfortable but too nice to say anything). He even when to the extent of engaging in human mating rituals – you accepted all those gifts he hunted down, and you smiled when he said nice things about how pretty you are, how nice you smell.

So in other words, you’ve basically already accepted him as a mate. That’s what he’s perceived, and changing his initial perceptions is not easily accomplished.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

One of the most likely, and definitely the fastest. Possibly after meeting you a single time. He can’t take the risk of you not coming back.

He won’t be very subtle or sneaky about it either, not tricking you into walking right into captivity, nor drugging you or taking you in your sleep. It’s very straightforward - it’s not like there’s anyone in Wolvendom to hear you, so he has no problem just slinging you over his shoulder and carrying you off. He kinda gets why you’d panic, so he reassures you that no, he’s not gonna eat you or anything, you’re just going home.

Don’t worry about the pack - they won’t eat you either, or even hurt you. He’s already told them not to. He gets why you might be frightened by the massive, snarling creatures and their massive teeth and eyes that shine in moonlight, but he’ll make sure you get used to them and accept them as your family, just like he has.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

That depends. Can you fight off two 180-pound masses of claws, teeth, and muscle? If so, sure, it’ll be easy. If not… you’ll have some issues.

He’s lucky to have such a loyal pack that will help him with these things - they don’t exactly understand why you’d want to leave, but they know you’re not supposed to. Even when he has to leave you, which isn’t often, he’ll leave a few of them around to watch you. To make sure no one comes and steals you or anything - and of course, the implication that it’s to make sure you don’t run away, either. He doesn’t really get why you would, but he’s come to the realization, based on what you’ve tried to tell him, that you miss your family and friends. And he gets that, he really does, but in the end, he’s selfish at his core, and his empathy for you isn’t enough for him to just let you go.

He sleeps latched onto you, arms wrapped around you, so it’s not a good idea to try. Your best bet is to wait for a time he’s gone and distract the wolves with something, which isn’t too hard, and run for it. But even if you do manage to escape, you won’t be for long. They can smell you from a mile away and will use your scent to pinpoint you down within a few minutes. They don’t exactly have any gentle ways of taking you down and bringing you back, either. They’re basically going to have to use their teeth, so it’s better if you don’t struggle - you’ll just hurt yourself.

If he catches you, though, he’ll just get huffy and angry, and much like when initially taking you, he’ll just pick you right up and bring you back. He’s not opposed to stealing ropes and the like from the passing knights, and tying knots isn’t too difficult to figure out.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Poor boy is very easy to lie to and manipulate. Head empty, not many thoughts up there. However, you’ll have to be clever about it, because most of the time, even if he believes you, he doesn’t care. Sure, you can easily convince him that it’s normal for human couples to sleep separately… But that’s not going to stop him from curling up with you, because that’s what he does. That’s what wolves do.

He will, however, be somewhat easily manipulated into getting you things you want, if he thinks it’ll make you happy. However, obtaining things you want will almost definitely come in the form of theft, or worst case scenario, the body of a passer-by that just so happened to have something you wanted visibly on their person.

If he finds out you lied to him on something, he’ll get pouty and grumpy. It’s not pleasant, but it’s better than the rage reaction of some yanderes.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

His life revolves around you, and yours should revolve around him. That’s how mates are. You can go for walks in the woods! You can take naps in the sun together! You can spend literal hours mating! Why would you need anything else?

That being said, he’s always had a uniqueness from the wolves in that he’s awake more - wolves sleep about 14 hours a day, him only about 8 or 9. You’ll definitely be getting a lot more sleep than you would back home, but you’ll have a few precious hours to yourselves. It makes him happy - it used to be time he spent all alone, a reminder of how he didn’t truly fit in with humans nor wolves. But now, you have that time together! He’s willing to do most anything you want, so long as you’re together. He’s always had some adaptative differences he practices by himself - making fires, cooking food on them, wearing clothes. If you want to go exploring, you can do that, if you want to make food, you can do that too. He’ll even accommodate you if you want to do useless things, like your insistence on teaching him to read, or practicing his speech.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

It’s fairly simple. Don’t leave. That’s really the one big one.

He’s actually not one to make a rule against fighting him - he’ll see it as you wanting to play fight, wrestling, which wolves do all the time. It’s fun, even if it’s easy for him to win. And it’s exciting when you fight back, in a weird way.

Don’t make contact with other humans, if you see them. Oh, and he’ll want you to report to him everything you did or saw while he was gone hunting.

Generally, if he gives you a command, which isn’t too much, he expects you to follow it. In his mind, he’s the male, he’s supposed to tell you what to do. Isn’t that how it usually works with humans too?

If you’re too disobedient, he’ll get grumpy. Honestly, his most likely form of dealing with it is to wrestle you to the ground, and essentially hold you down until you comply or agree to whatever he wants.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Rip.

But seriously. No, they’re not going to last. He’s one of the more paranoid ones, because deep down he’s aware of how little he understands. For all he knows, every human male that talks to you could be doing what you call “flirting.” Hell, didn’t some girls like other girls too? How does he know which ones do and which ones don’t? That means everyone is a threat, and he can’t let threats get in the way.

He’s not one of the ones to be subtle or try to hide it from you. He will probably try a little bit if he knows it’s one of your family or friends whose blood is soaking his clothes when he comes back to you, but if it’s random, he might even be proud. Look at that, he took down a whole search party that came looking for you all by himself! It’s proof of his strength and dominance, and you should be happy that you have a strong mate to protect you! And he doesn’t really empathize well - if you’re upset, he will explain exactly that to you, and insist you change how you see things. Humans are so strange, being upset that your mate is able to protect you. You’ll see why it’s a good thing eventually, he’s sure.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

He gets frustrated pretty easily. It’s usually just a lack of understanding, in his mind, you’re being unnecessarily difficult almost all the time. He has told you a million times he doesn’t care about whatever is normal for humans, yet you continuously bring it up, and that’s a bit irritating. He’ll huff and sigh and clamp a hand over your mouth if you’re going on about it, and if you really refuse to shut up about it, there are a variety of ways of making you quiet - or distracting you from complaints.

He’s got an immature streak, as he never really had anyone around to teach him otherwise. So he gets very pouty, a little bit aggressive and forceful when it comes to being upset over something or getting his way. If he wants attention and you’re not giving it to him, he won’t hesitate to just take whatever you’re holding and focused on of your hands and toss it to the side.

On the positive side, he’s never going to be passive aggressive. He’s always straightforward and has no hesitation to tell you exactly how he’s feeling.

If he’s genuinely, truly furious, he can get violent. He’ll probably apologize and definitely feel bad, licking all the little wounds. He wouldn’t try to do anything so bad as bone breaking or severely hurting you, but might accidentally lose control of his own strength.

Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

More or less an equal. Not much to say here, as, to be honest, that sort of thing hasn’t really crossed his mind. He doesn’t waste time with thoughts of relative value, he just knows he loves you and wants you.

Subconsciously, it would be slightly below. Due to a very natural upbringing, he automatically associates males as being the leaders and alphas, while females are… Well, puppy-making machines. Don’t try to accuse him of any sort of sexism or anything - he can’t even really wrap his head around the concept, much less understand why it’s wrong to acknowledge how much weaker you are than him. If you need proof of that, he can easily wrestle with you and prove it.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Pretty highly determined. He mistakes a lot of things as signs of love, though. You might be only complying out of fear or exhaustion, but he won’t be able to tell, he’s not good with facial expressions, so he thinks it’s a sign you’re accepting him.

Honestly, he’s one of the ones that, albeit unintentionally, will kind of guilt you into acceptance. You inevitably feel bad for him, you can tell how lonely he really is, and how desperately he loves you, wants you to love him. His intentions aren’t malicious, and it’s actually difficult to truly resent him, unlike some yanderes. Ironically, it reaches a point where rejecting him sometimes really does feel like kicking a sad little stray puppy in the rain - it makes you feel awful when he gets sad and quiet.

While there are a lot of yanderes who would be a lot more earnest and striving to serve and please you, which he doesn’t really do, he’s probably one of the most patient yanderes when it comes to this. He doesn’t care if it takes the rest of your lives. He’ll never give up or just settle for having you with him, he’ll be loving you and trying to be reassured of your love till the day he dies, if that’s what it takes.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Primarily, it’s hard to emphasize how significantly his lack of human socialization impacts his yandere behaviors.

Most yanderes are forced to acknowledge the inherent wrongness of their actions - some will accept it and not care that it’s wrong, some sadists enjoy knowing it’s wrong, some will delude themselves into justifying it, some will try their best to act within moral boundaries or make up for their wrongness somehow. But all in all, they all have to face the reality of the situation and understand that what they’re doing is considered wrong.

Razor’s not like that. He doesn’t really take the moral aspect into consideration. To him, the whole idea is simply a human thing entirely. It doesn’t matter what humans do. He views the world in a very black and white sense. Morality is a more abstract concept, what’s more important is how things are relative to himself - what he wants.

Tends to communicate in strange ways. Excess emotions, too much happiness or anger or whatever can make him forget his words, so there’s a lot of subtle communication through grunts, whimpers, growls. Over time, you learn how to distinguish between the various noises and body language and what they mean.

Will lick you. It’s weird. It’s kinda gross. But it’s just how he shows affection. He tends to get carried away with kisses, ending up lapping at your lips, licking your neck and collarbones, nuzzling his head into you.

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#geshin impact

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yansgalore · 11 months

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. Leona Kingscholar

Main Yandere Type → Possessive | Lucid

☀ Leona is one of the hardest yanderes to attract, he simply can’t bring himself to care about some random herbivore. His darling was either put into a situation where they had to interact with him often, or otherwise are around him on a regular basis. But if they manage to catch his attention? Good luck! Once Leona wants something, he’s willing to actually put some effort in to claim his darling.

☀ How much effort he puts in depends on the darling. He might just ask Ruggie to go and fetch his darling for him; he’s in the mood to sleep on something that’ll massage him while he naps. Huh? They won’t come? Argh, they’re lucky he wants them. Leona will hunt them down himself, but he’s not gonna be nice to them about it. He’ll either forcefully drag them back to his room or just find a shaded area to nap under. They’re not gonna get away from him either way.

☀ Leona knows that they probably don’t feel anything for him, but he doesn’t care. They’re his herbivore, whether they want him or not. He doesn’t care enough to “punish” them, but he’s not afraid to put them in their place. They belong to him, and they better recognize it sooner rather than later; it’s annoying when they try to fight him.

☀ Of course, he does actually want them to feel some affection for him eventually… or at least, it would be nice if they did. He’s gonna keep them around either way, but them loving him would make things easier. Though, there are times where Leona gets angry that they don’t love him. They spend so much time together, is he really so horrible that they can’t bring themselves to care about him? Not that it matters in the end, he guesses.

☼ → “Oi, let’s go nap in the gardens. That wasn’t a question.”

☼ → “Wanna dip? Hah. You’re actually listening to this? I’ll sum it up for you, if it means you’ll come quietly.”

☼ → “Are you trying to annoy me? Keep it up and see where it gets you.”

. Ruggie Bucchi

Main Yandere Type → Stalker | Manipulative

✂ Ruggie isn’t overly expressive of his obsession with darling. He does his best to act normal, if not try and add some charm in. He knows his feelings are nowhere near normal, and he’d hate to scare his precious prey away.

✂ If he wants something, he has to carefully work for it, he’s learned. This extends to his darling! Obsessively stalking, learning more about darling. Who they hang around with, what they find desirable, what they want to do; he’ll do whatever he needs to. They’ll be his, he doesn’t care what he has to do. Afterall, he did so much to ensure Savanaclaw won in Magift, similarly he would go to great lengths to possess his prey.

✂ Ruggie knows he isn’t the most… well, anything really, or at least he feels that way. He can’t just growl like Leona and have them tremble, so if playing up his cute act in front of them gets him attention then you bet he’s gonna be the cutest hyena they know. Ruggie will play up any part of his personality that he knows they like, slowly adding and mixing them into his actual personality. Who knew using his free time to stalk them would end up being so helpful?

✂ While Ruggie desperately wants to monopolize his darling in everything they do, he unfortunately doesn’t have the kind of resources that would require. So he resorts to manipulating them into preferring him over anyone else as much as he can. He’ll just have to make them fall for him, that way he doesn’t have to kidnap them in order to keep them to himself. Which is ultimately what he wants, for his darling to belong to him and only him.

✄ → “I don’t have the time to constantly babysit you, but I wouldn’t mind if you tagged along anyway.”

✄ → “You look so silly right now shishishi! You should really see your face.”

✄ → “Be careful who you trust! Not everyone is as nice as me.”

. Jack Howl

Main Yandere Type → Protective | Possessive

🐺 Jack isn’t the worst yandere to attract! Sure, he might want to break the face of anyone he deems even remotely a threat, but he would never hurt his darling! At least, not in a way they wouldn’t like. Though, he is another hard yandere to attract in the first place. He’s very careful about who he starts to develop feelings for, since wolves have a single partner for life. So he’ll try to push his feelings aside for a little while, only to realize how stressed he is at not knowing if his darling is safe.

🐺 He’s intense, hating when others give them too much attention, or when they give others too much attention. He doesn’t blame his darling, he knows it’s not their fault that some trash is taking up their time. They’re just being distracted, that’s all! He won’t directly ask for attention when he gets jealous like this, at least not at first, but eventually he’ll want it enough that he’ll drag them back to his room (or theirs). He’ll try to hold back though, he doesn’t want to make his darling feel smothered. Yet.

🐺 He’ll start walking his darling to and from their classes, spending as much time with them as they’ll allow him to. Jack comes off as their overprotective guard dog at times (especially to outsiders). He just wants to help as much as he can, with anything really! Need some help studying? Can’t guarantee that he can but he’ll do his best! Need to get someone off your back? Tell him who, darling won’t ever have to worry about it again.

🐺 Jack, although one of the most reluctant yanderes, becomes one of the hardest to shake once he accepts his feelings. His darling will be his. He wants their love over all else, so he’s not likely to kidnap his darling. Not for a long time, at least.

☽ → “Hmph. If you keep coming in late, I might have to start walking you to class. Not that I’m worried, or anything.”

☽ → “It’s too loud and annoying here, I’m going. Did you want to come with me?”

☽ → “Where’s your next class? Do you want to walk together? My next class is around there, too.”

#leona #ruggie #jack

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yansgalore · 11 months

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headcanons about how would yandere first year boys react to seeing their beloved darling receive her first kiss from someone else, please?

warnings: general yandere themes

ace trappola

he sees red. what the hell?!

he wanted to take all his darling’s first- their first kiss, first date! so how DARE someone else take that from him?!

ace is an impusilve, violent person when provoked; and this certainly provokes him

he’ll hunt down whoever took his darling’s first kiss and beat them up with his fists and magic. sure, he isn’t as used to fist-fights as some others, but his constant mocking and angry snarling make him terrifying

he’s angry about not being able to be his darling’s first kiss- but he’ll quickly tell himself that it’s ok. soon enough, he’ll be able to kiss them whenever he wants...

he doesn’t care if he gets in trouble for beating up the other student; in fact, he welcomes the rumours. after all, if his darling knows he’s able to wreck someone like that, it’d be better to keep him happy

deuce spade

for someone who tries so hard to become a model student and leave behind his delinquent attitude, deuce still gets fired up easily

so when he witnesses his darling have their first kiss with someone else... deuce is mad as all hell

whoever dared take his beloved’s first kiss is getting a vicious beating- bad enough to genuinely wound him seriously. deuce knows how to intimidate people into not speaking: he’ll torment this poor soul and force them not to ever dare tell a teacher about it

after all, even if he’s furious, he can’t risk being expelled- but he needs to take his rage out

he might lament that his darling’s first kiss wasn’t from him, but he’ll tell himself that it’ll be ok... a person’s worth isn’t measured by how many kisses they’ve had...!

he isn’t angry about the fact his darling had their first kiss- he’s mad someone else kisses his beloved. he’s quite possessive, but he’ll try his best to act “normally”, hiding his darker feelings to get closer to his darling

jack howl

being possessive and protective of his crush is in his instinct, even if he hasn’t confessed yet

so when he accidentally spots his darling having their first kiss with someone else, he feels his heart shatter

jack’s moral compass may be stronger than most other nrc students, but... when it comes to romance, he may justify his own actions

to the poor soul who dared take his darling’s first kiss- good luck. jack may not directly beat them up, but he’ll challenge them to certain sports or activities where he can go wild on them: if they try to snitch, well, why would they accept a challenge from such a strong savanaclaw student?

he won’t blame his darling for this, he’ll put all the blame on the person who took his darling’s first kiss. in his eyes, they’re the ones to blame...

he’ll feel quite down about this: a first kiss is a romantic thing, and he really wanted to be his darling’s first...! the anger from this will drive him to grow closer and into his darling’s life

epel felmier

it’s amazing how such a small body can fit so much anger

a first kiss- that’s something important to him! he wanted his darling to be his first kiss, and he’d be their first kiss too, damnit! they were supposed to have that magical moment together!

he’s fuming, cursing his small body. he knows that he can’t go and challenge whoever kissed his darling- he’s more likely to get beat up if he did that...

but he cannot let this go. he won’t

when his family sends him apples, he works hard to poison one of them. he doesn’t have the skills to make a deadly poison apple that looks natural yet- but he can slip some milder poison on it...

while he can’t kill the bastard who took his beloved’s first kiss, he’ll make them horribly sick; perhaps pomefiore’s focus on poisons did have a benefit, huh?

he’ll feel very inadequate; did his darling not want their first kiss with him because of how he looks?! well, he’ll show them how strong he can be...

sebek zigvolt

high-strung, strict sebek would never admit that sharing his first kiss with his darling was a fantasy to him; but it is

his heart shatters when he accidentally spots his beloved having their first kiss with someone else. no...

he immediately screams at them to stop, making some feeble excuse, saying that “lord malleus is nearby, don’t do such i-inappropriate things in his presence” despite the fact malleus isn’t even closeby, but it’s enough to spook his darling and whoever kissed them away

he’s internally distraught and it shows with how odd he acts; it’s clear he’s bothered by something, but he vehemently refuses to say what it is

lilia and malleus probably try to get it out from him, and he can’t keep it from his master and his elder; he vaguely says his crush’s first kiss was taken, but refuses to say any specifics- especially the part where his obsession is eating him alive

lilia will tell him not to worry and keep going; a first kiss is not a big deal, now! he’ll surely have many chances to kiss his beloved, won’t he

he steels himself: yes, he will! he’ll make sure that he’ll have more chances...

#ace #deuce #jack #epel #sebek

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Title: Collection | 1.3k words

Description: Azul didn't think much of you at first, but now that you've intrigued him, he has to know everything he can.

Pairing: Yandere!Azul x GN. Reader (No pronouns mentioned)

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Masturbation, Obsessiveness, Azul steals your things, Degradation (towards himself), General pervertedness, He needs to submit himself to you

Azul knew what he was.

He didn’t want to define it, because that would mean confronting his problem directly, but he still knew all the implications of what he was. If people knew, they’d be revolted. Azul even bet that his teachers would be heavily concerned and his friends would almost certainly shun him.

Azul bet… that even his younger self would be absolutely appalled at what he had become. And thinking about something like that would almost be enough to revert him to normal, to change him back into the upstanding Octanivelle dorm leader that he was meant to be.

But Azul would rather die than do that.

It hadn’t been a sudden change. Azul had once considered you a normal, credible student. In fact, he found your situation somewhat endearing. Here you were, a magicless prefect amongst a pack of wolves, with only the shoddy protection of a tomcat to keep them at bay. He thought you would be excellent fodder for one of his contracts.

He thought.

Never did he think he would become the prey when he so clearly had the advantage. But you had convoluted with that stray from Savanaclaw, and you broke through his plans, the barrier that had been holding him so tightly together. You unwound him like a spool of thread until he was nothing but a sobbing mess by the end of it.

It was then that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Couldn’t stop thinking about what you were up to, who you were talking to. Were you changing lives like you did his? Did you even remember the ‘Azul’ that you had saved? He wanted to learn more about you, become closer with you.

It was a harmless approach at first, merely offering discounts at the Mostro Lounge, asking if you were struggling in any of your classes. You would look at him like you knew what he was playing at, but Azul was content with the fact that you truly did not. If you really knew how deep his desires ran, you would have filed a restraining order by now.

His early offers of generosity then morphed into acts of kindness. Azul did all he could to worm his way into your life. Walking you to class, reserving a booth for you, helping you study, any excuse he could formulate to spend more time with you he put into motion. And you were none the wiser.

Your friends, however, thought it was funny how the two of you would spend so much time together, how you began to insert Azul into the conversation on a day-to-day basis. It became more obvious to them with each passing day that Azul was fond of you. Yet just like you, they only saw what was on the surface, and Azul intended to keep it that way.

In his room was his own personal safe, and should anyone find out what was inside, there would be no doubt in his mind that his responsibility and state of mind would be brought into question. He hadn’t meant to take these pictures of you, but you were never aware when he took them so why did it matter? Sometimes he caught you dozing off in class, or out in the botanical gardens. Sometimes you were stretching in gym and if he told himself that if he didn’t capture you in that moment, he knew he would regret it. Other times, on the rare occasions you would invite him to Ramshackle, he would take every opportunity to snap pictures of your room when you weren’t looking.

Those were the instances he loved the most. When he was surrounded by your scent and the things you’ve touched. It took every bit of strength he had not to strip himself bare and ensnare himself in your sheets.

In the end, he would always settle for a quick excursion to the bathroom, immediately snatching the towel that hung behind the door and burying his face in it, breathing deeply. His heart raced, entire face flushed as his eyes would roll to the back of his head. He would cling to the towel as if it were a lifeline, vigorously pumping himself to the thought of you like he had done a million times before. He could have suffocated with how hard he pressed his face to the fabric, but he honestly couldn’t have thought of a better way to go at the time. Even after his session, he had to refrain from going a second round when he spotted your toothbrush on the sink. He could barely believe how hard you made him with just the thought of tasting you alone. Even so, he indulged himself just the slightest and decided to pocket the brush. You’d be confused as to where it went, and possibly skeptical of him, but there really wouldn’t have been a logical reason as to why you would accuse him of taking something so insignificant, so he really wasn’t worried.

And most nights, after locking the door to his room, he would take all the things he’s collected over the past couple of months and dump them on his bed. Pictures, eating utensils, napkins, underwear, strands of hair safely tucked inside a plastic bag, socks, loose threads from clothes, even old homework assignments. Azul indulged in it all. It was his favorite pastime to touch each one of these things, to smell them, to taste them. He’d take off his clothes and relish in the feeling of being surrounded by everything that was you. And ever since he had secured your underwear, he had been putting it on and palming himself through the faded material, wondering what you would say if you ever saw him like this. You’d berate him no doubt, call him sick, call him a pervert.

Azul scrambled to find your toothbrush before hastily shoving it into his mouth, almost gagging on it in the process.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—“ he’d quietly plead, working himself even faster. “Please- I’m sorry… I can't help it…”

He’d imagine you scoffing at him, calling him a pervert again and demanding that he repeat it for everyone to hear.

“I- I—“ he choked on the toothbrush, saliva dribbling down his chin as his back arched and toes curled. No matter what, he wouldn’t cum without your permission, not when you hadn’t permitted it yet. “I’m just- I’m just sick! I love you so much! I’m a pervert only for you! Pleasepleaseplease—! Please, I need to-! I need to—!"

In his mind’s eye, you called him filthy, called him a slut for your attention. Azul eagerly agreed with all of it, his short, heavy pants filling the air as his body wracked with sobs. From all over, the tips of his fingers and lips tingled from exertion, body burning with heat. His cock squelched with every jerk of his hand, the material of your underwear thoroughly soaked through.

Azul wasn’t sure when he had thought of it, but somewhere through his haze did he finally get his permission from ‘you’, your expression resigned with the fact that while he was disgusting, you would put up with it for now.

Azul smiled like he had never been happier in that moment, his hips jutted from the sudden release as spurts of his cum leaked past the hem of your underwear and coated his hand. Blissfully fucked out of his mind, he laid there for half an hour reveling in the imaginary idea of you smoothing back the hair from his sweaty forehead. He imagined you cooing, telling him how pretty he looked in your underwear and his own cum. Telling him that he was your good boy because no one else would want him for who he truly was.

He wholeheartedly agreed, soon watching as the rose-colored scenario faded from view and he was left with the mess he had made. Tiredly, he rolled over to pick up one of the many pictures of you he surrounded himself with. With a motion so gentle, he brought the picture to his lips before cradling it against his cheek.

One day, he assured himself, he would be able to do this for real.

#<3 #azul

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yansgalore · 11 months

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Malleus breaks down… selfishly encapsulated by Yuu. In order to document his affections, he writes them down in an old notebook he forgot about, locking it away for no one else to find. Whats in there anyway?

tw// yandere themes, just a lot of violence and anger and death talk. ya’ll know the drill.

Order Notes: Written in Malleus’ perspective, GN!Reader, I have a tendency to write Lilia with gender neutral pronouns. Headcanon=gender fluid/non-binary bat dad-

『20 October 2021 ; 16:14 PM』

I remember when I first met them. Their glittering e/c eyes, bright and lovely when they look at me. When they see me. For Great Seven’s sake, I can not even draw a circle to save my life, however, I find myself sketching the shape and shades of their eyes so that I can gaze into them even when I am not present with them. I find their eyes to be so amusing to me, how they become glossy when they blush, how they glare at Trappola and Spade when they act up, when they roll when that little Beastie, Grim, gets all riled up.

I find myself fantasizing about their eyes more and more. I want to have them. To possess them, those mortal eyes. Not literally, of course, in a figurative manner. For them to see me and me alone in this mystical world, in my dark kingdom, where other dragons roam, I want them to be able to look at me, those enchanting eyes, and be able to speak, “What beauty he holds, what grace he carries, my great Prince Draconia.” More shiny than any other gemstone, those eyes. When they look to others, I feel a boil in my chest, like something bubbling. It feels like heartburn, itchy and painful. It makes me upset to see their focus on Kingscholar, that dreaded, angry lion. Or that pompous octopus, Ashengrotto. Those eyes… I see our destiny in those eyes. My destiny. My fate. My life. My love. I will have everything unfurl in my lap no matter what it desires. Even if I must, literally, take their eyes, coiled and dripping with blood, fresh, warm, lingering… I want that life. It will be mine. Soon enough, that life will be mine.

『20 October 2021 ; 16:35 PM』

My mind nearly went out the door when they wore the outfit they wore. They drive me up the wall, as the mortals say. Needless to say, I do not want them wearing that outfit around other men. I don’t like that idea. Those arrogant, perverse eyes on my most precious treasure. Soiling their name, their image. They looked so pure, like a doll dressed in white for a funeral. Something so precious and sweet can be so sinful, I see. They turned their head and looked towards the skies. Even if the skies hold something dear, it is not as dear as when the sky calls its beautiful chant, the wind cascading through their h/l h/c hair. Even their s/c skin looks beautiful in the moonlight, the moon is full of serenades. Just thinking about the moon goddess, Selene, makes me feel unsatisfied. Should I compare them to that beautiful goddess? It is too much for that dear mortal, I suppose. They are truly an enigma even for my intelligent, immortal mind. My retainers are growing wary of me. Wary that I may lose myself to that enigma of a human being. “Fret not,” I say, “I am simply infatuated.” But what is infatuation without interest? I had Lilia capture a photograph of them with their cellular… or… whatever they call it. They printed it out and gave it to me upon my request. If only this photograph was the real thing… yes… the real thing. If only I had them in my arms. If only I had them close to me. If only I had them… all fae are naturally born with the gift of flattery. I’ll ensnare them soon enough. I will have that human in my arms on no time, sooner or later, sooner preferably. And they will not resist. It’s fate. We were destined to walk hand in hand, a prince and princess, king and queen, my other half, standing beside me…

『20 October 2021 ; 19:31』

Shall I fall into madness? Shall I shake and tremble in insanity as I pull my raven hair from my scalp? I can hear each individual strand growing in their follicles. I can hear the soft clash of my eyelashes when I blink, and the sounds that my eyes make when they roll in their sockets. Pray tell, do people creep into your dreams and prohibit you from slumber? Although I need not to sleep, I feel as though I want to simply out of desire. The underclassmen have looked at me, the soft bags under my eyes. I am indeed losing sleep over this human. I do indeed hear them whisper that I’m turning into a maniac. But I do get manic when I cause a stir. I just want a taste of that mortal… But, even if I do, I know the normal sayings, it’s what’s inside that counts, yes? I want to take them for everything that they possess, whether internal or external. I hit my first unfortunate ingrate of a fool today. That Leech Twin, Floyd. He looked at them funny. I let him know just what exactly I think of that. My head was reeling when I saw the red… come out… Sinful choirs sing in my head. “The Red Means I Love You,” I have listened to that song before. How come that managed to encapsulate my emotions perfectly for them and the moment I was in with that senseless eel of a man. The family name Leech makes sense with his personality, that damn man! I WANTED HIM DEAD! RED! SPILLING! SPILLING EVERYWHERE! LEAVING ME HIGH! HIGH I DARE SAY SHAMELESSLY. And Crowley, the Dire President of this prestigious academy, I will see to it that he does not find a way home for that mortal. They are staying with me. They are leaving to the Valley of Thorns with me. It’s in my dreams, my visions at night, presented to me by the moonlight, the goodness of the night, plaguing me with copious amounts of insomnia filled hours within my bed chamber. It’s almost like they’re confining me in my own hell… Is this what it feels like to be desperate? If so… the desperation hurts so good…

#malleus

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yansgalore · 11 months

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Sebek Zigvolt

wc: 476

cw: 18+, Virgin!Sebek, creampie, ruined orgasm, slightly more dominant reader, reader has a pussy but no pronouns, and no beta only drabble we suffer like fools just like Sebek

this idiot, this buffoon, this fool of a virgin who doesn’t even understand how to use his massive fucking cock— an absolute shame to be lusting over this fool, and yet here we are…

He probably has one of the thickest cocks, doesn’t even know how to use it but the stretch of it stuffing you full already has you gushing and creaming all over him and of course he doesn’t stop!! He just keeps pushing in deeper and deeper until he’s bottomed out— pretty pale cock with fat veins and a thick head that’s kissing the entrance of your cervix perfectly, almost too perfectly…

And then he stops, the audacity this little virgin dunce has to stuff you so full of his cock you’ve practically gone dumb with pleasure only to ruin the impending orgasm— and he doesn’t look the least bit apologetic, why would he when he doesn’t even know what he’s done?

He’s frustrating and you’re desperate— switching positions by flipping him on his back you can feel your entire body shake, the way his cock hits even deeper inside of you making your pussy quiver and drool around him.

Confused he tries to speak up and all you do is shove your fingers in his mouth— he was horrendous at dirty talk, all he needs to do is look pretty and provide a pleasurable seat to get yourself off on.

However, when you start bouncing he lets out such lovely sounding moans around your fingers. They mix so well with your own and it drives you mad— spurring you on further and further until you can feel the heat in the pit of your stomach coiling tightly.

He’s so enraptured he’s begun to bite harshly down on your fingers, surely leaving a bruise— another set of bruises left on your hips where his fingers have begun to hopelessly cling onto you.

You’re unsure which is the cause, the particularly heavy drop of your hips or the way your fingers push a bit too far into his throat causing him to let out pitiful little gagging noises— whichever it was it sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through him and he comes, coating your insides sticky and white in his cum.

Maddened that he could ruin yet another one of your orgasms you become relentless in the pursuit of your own pleasure— nails digging into his chest as you miserably bounce on his over sensitive cock, he’s whining and moaning into your fingers that are slick with his drool but you don’t stop.

You don’t stop until you’ve finally reached your high, orgasm finally washing over you like electricity that sends a shock to every nerve in your body before you collapse onto him— panting and letting the thick load of cum he’d stuffed you full of leak out around his softening cock.

#sebek

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yansgalore · 11 months

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intention

plspls i love malleus so much <3 i have a soft spot for him

request from anon: reader is the first person to invite malleus anywhere + valentine's shenanigans

cw: tracking devices (and malleus is convinced you love him but you dont)

malleus stares at your retreating figure, unsure of what to make of your unexpected offer from moments ago. on one hand, he was elated that you had taken the time to ask him to come with you, but on the other hand...he couldn't wrap his head around why you asked him, out of all your friends. you got along rather well with most people, but you specifically asked him. why?

"so," he hears the familiar lilt of lilia's voice, "why did [name] come all the way here for? usually you meet them elsewhere, no?"

"[name]..." he glances at the flyer crumpled in his fist, the glossy sheen marked with faint wrinkles, "has invited me out tomorrow."

"oh? tomorrow, you say?" lilia chuckles, "how interesting..."

"what's got you so excited?"

lilia eyes him carefully, before breaking out into a huge grin, "show me that invite-" after pausing for a moment to read it, he passes it back to malleus with an amused expression "-did you read what's on it?"

"there's a special menu for an event tomorrow?" malleus frowns, "what am i missing?"

"oh, it's not just any event! it's valentine's day. a little human tradition where they show affection and gratitude for people they care about, i wonder...if [name] asked you to go with them..." lilia drifts off.

"i've never been invited to such an event, much less one celebrated by humans," he mulls over lilia's words, "people they care about...? do i fit in there?"

"why not? the two of you are friends, after all-"

"-only...friends"

lilia raises an eyebrow, beyond amused by malleus' painfully obvious feelings, even if he doesn't outwardly show it - if there was something he could say to comfort malleus, then perhaps...

"but you know, this is a day you'd want to spend with a loved one. maybe [name] is planning something for you."

"plan something?" malleus looks even more curious now, "you don't mean-"

lilia laughs a little, "you should bring them a gift - and have you picked out something to wear? tomorrow is a very special day for you, after all."

you're busy scrolling through magicam, making sure to leave a comment on cater's numerous valentine's day posts, while waiting for malleus to arrive. when you asked him to come with you today, you were only looking to spend time with a new friend, one that surprisingly became quite close to you, and you were hoping he'd show up - his "thank you for the invite" yesterday didn't really make it clear to you if that meant he'd be coming.

even if he didn't show up, you told yourself not to take it too personally. he was probably busy, as important as he was. and yet...you were looking forward to spend the day with your friend. you had even stayed up last night to bake the cookies for all your closest friends - but malleus got his packed extra-special, since you were excited to hang out with him.

lost as you were in your train of thoughts, you didn't notice malleus' looming figure standing behind the bench you were sitting on. it's only when he clears his throat that your head snaps up and you realize he was probably standing there for a while.

"oh, hello!" you exclaim, a little flustered at being caught off guard, "sorry, i didn't see you there. do you want to take a seat?"

he looks around him, watching the numerous pairs of people walking about, and hesitantly sits beside you. you note he's dressed in casual wear - it's actually your first time seeing him out of the school uniform - but you can tell he has a good sense of style. you also notice a little inconspicuous box in his hands, but decide not to comment on it, wondering if he noticed the decorated box besides you.

"thank you for inviting me," he says, eyes trained to yours, "i was very pleased that you asked me. and, i'm sorry for not having realized your feelings sooner."

you're confused by his last line, but you chalk it up to him not knowing if your friendship was genuine before - not that you blamed him, him being who he is, he probably had lots of people try to exploit him.

"thanks for coming," you grin, "well, i made these yesterday, for you."

you watch as he observes the box, before gently prying it open. inside, you had painstakingly stacked the cookies neatly to ensure it didn't get mixed up. he picks up one and wordlessly stares at it, before looking at you.

"do these...spell out my name?" at your enthusiastic nod, he continues looking through the assorted display, noticing a couple of frosted heart-shaped cookies as well, and thinks of lilia's words from the day before. what were you implying?

"i made a lot, so you could share them with everyone back in the dorm too," you say, but he already knows there was no way he'd let anyone eat the hearts and the letters - even if it gave him a stomach ache, because you made them for him. you cut out the letters and the shapes and decorated them and packed them all for him. he couldn't deny the strange warmth inside him when he thought of all the work you did for him.

"thank you," he finally says, overjoyed at your gift, "it is truly a wonderful present. i brought you something as well - i picked it out myself, after much consideration," he places the box in your hands, "i hope it is to your liking. please open it when you are back in your room."

"you didn't have to get me anything, but thank you. i'm sure i'll love whatever it is, especially if you got it for me."

sometime later, you're seated in the restaurant with malleus. you had picked out a somewhat fancy place nearby nrc, one that had opened recently. as you inspect the menu closely, you spot that malleus hadn't touched it, opting to watch you instead. what really worried you was the sudden change in the menu. now, it read that for valentine's day, they were only serving large portions meant to be shared instead of individual meals. it sounded ridiculous, but you were too embarrassed to tell malleus you might have misunderstood the promotional menu, and placed an order for a dish you thought he'd like as well.

when you're served a singular large plate - shaped like a heart, too - malleus looks at the waitress questioningly, and gestures at the plate, "this is..."

"oh, for valentine's day, our couple menu only has shared meals!" at her response, he looks at you with a soft smile.

"so this is..." you catch him mumbling to himself, but you can't make out the full sentence.

you quickly rush to fix the awkward situation, "if you're not comfortable, i can order another plate or -"

"- this is perfectly fine. besides, i can't finish all this by myself. and, from this gesture," he suddenly chuckles, "yes, i understand very well now."

perplexed, you opt to begin eating quietly. you can feel him staring at you, and it makes you oddly uncomfortable. was he judging you for picking out a place that was obviously catering to couples? you could have sworn the flyer didn't say anything about shared meals, it only had a special dessert menu for today, but it was too late now to do anything about it.

after the meal, the two of you walk around for a while, where malleus insists on getting almost anything he saw so he could 'remember today' but you managed to convince him that getting matching keychains and going to a photo booth was enough. at least he looked happy, despite everything else. by the time the sun began to set and you had to go back, you were tired, but it had been a good day out. malleus was very interested in everything you had to say and you learned more about him as well.

he disappears into the darkness, soft spots of lights the only indication he was there at all as you walked back into your room. inside, you carefully peel off the wrapped packaging and lift off the cover from the box. inside, you find a little toy, one you remembered malleus carrying around with him. if you recall correctly, he called it gao-gao dragon kun. it looked just like his, but in your favorite colour, and your name was printed on the back. grinning, you turned it on, ready to play with it.

"how was it?" malleus was greeted by lilia's excited tone the minute he materialized back in the dorm.

he smiles to himself, "[name] made me cookies, and -"

"and?"

"they didn't say anything, but there's hearts" he opens up the box to show lilia, "and the food was called a couple's menu-"

lilia quietly listens to his recollection of the day, noting how excited he sounded. his little meddling, one that malleus and [name] would never hear of, paid off well.

lilia nods along, "and the toy?"

malleus brightens up at the mention of it, "yes, i gave it to them. does it really tell me where [name] is at all times?"

"i had it custom made for you, there's a tracker inside so you always know where they are, as long as they have it with them. i'll teach you how to use it," lilia remarks.

a few hours later, you're snuggled up in your bed and malleus is staring at bright screens, delighted by the blinking light that marked your location. technology was truly impressive, and a lot more subtle than magic spells.

inspired by malleus' valentine's response card :> very self-indulgent

#malleus

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yansgalore · 11 months

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Of Humanity and Fairies

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Silver x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 2k+

❤ Warnings: -

[Edited]

Do not re-upload my writing to another website or use it without my permission. Also, don’t ask for a sequel unless I like the story enough to write one. Please reblog so other people can see my stories!

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This is an au where Silver became a fae bc of… reasons.

Keep reading

#silver

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yansgalore · 11 months

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Congratulations on reaching 5000 followers shiny!! You really deserve it, you're one of my favourite TWST writers and your concepts are always so interesting!

For the 5000 followers event, can I request MERCY with Silver? I just feel HUUUGE protective vibes from him towards his darling. Maybe he's been trying to court them but goes too far in his protectiveness somehow. Then darling blows up in his face about how they can't take it anymore, and he decides the best way to fix their relationship is to keep darling in his/an unused room in Diasomnia's dorm. With Lilia's permission of course <3.

Thanks in advance if you write this, and once again, congrats on 5000 followers!!

– Warning: Yes, this is a yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

– Prompt: Mercy. “I-I’m sorry. Everything I do is for you, but I messed up.”

– Character: Silver.

– Note: Thank you, anon! I'm honored that I'm some people's favorite twst writer, and I'm happy that the stuff I write is interesting. I hope you don't mind, but I wrote it a little different than what you might've imagined. I hope that's alright.

“Don’t you get it? I don’t like you like that Silver. I like you strictly as a friend, and that’s it. I’m sorry. I’m flattered, but I’m not interested. So you can stop, you’ve been trying different things for weeks. It’s not going to work.”

Silver lowered his head in shame, looking down at the flowers he had collected from a field. A bouquet he formed with the help of the forest creatures in the woods behind campus. It sounded outlandish, but considering you’ve seen him asleep surrounded by tweeting birds and curious rabbits before, it wasn’t too unbelievable. For some reason this knight with the abilities of a fairytale princess had fallen for you. Yet no matter how many times you reject him, his mind always conjures some sort of delusion for him to believe in so he can continue attempting to gain your affections despite your continuous rejections. How many times has he tried again? You were beginning to lose count. This time was no different as he lowered his arms holding the bouquet and murmured softly.

“I’m sorry… I thought I did everything right this time for you, but I messed up again.” Holding the flowers back up, he gazed at you with his sleepy yet enchanting eyes as he spoke in that monotone voice, “You can still have them if you like…? I don’t know where I went wrong this time, but I’ll fix it, I promise. I’ve only ever seen fae courting practices, and I know nothing of human dating despite being a human. Perhaps my father was wrong about the flowers… Was it the type of flowers, or was he wrong completely…? Ah, nevermind. I’ll study more, and try again tomorrow, alright? So just wait. Tomorrow, I will get it right.”

#silver

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yansgalore · 11 months

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"Meet My Family"

| Repost: 01.12.23 | 1.2 K | Mature |

Silver X Fem!Reader

Diasomnia knows all about you.

They know you so well yet haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you. They know the sound of your voice when you argue and fight with Silver. They know when you cry and beg for freedom. They hear your sweet voice when Silver opens the door, and it’s unmuffled as you greet him. Something they know Silver wished for you to do.

They know how much you hate walking the halls of Diasomnia and how much you hate it there. It hurts their heart, but they leave you be. At least to a certain extent. Silver wants you to grow to like Diasomnia on your own. Even in his own blind delusion, he is kind.

"They wish to meet you..." His words are calm, monotone as your get ready for bed. The only true power that you have in this entire world, it seems. Silver changes into his pajamas, glancing at you occasionally. Waiting for an answer, an answer he already knows.

"They’re my family. I want them to adore you as much as I adore you." He turns to face you, watching you slip into bed, ignoring his existence completely. He lets out a tired sigh, moving over to the bed, and gently tugging on the blankets. "... please... I wish to do this the right way."

As if he hadn’t kidnapped you and shoved you into his room. As if he hasn’t basically bound you to the title of ‘girlfriend’ in his delusions. Yet he wants to act like you both are lovers.

True lovers.

"... [Name]..." His voice is serious, treading the line of annoyance.

You should be grateful, he’s not abusive. Not destructive. Always soft-spoken. He’s charming. Yet you know that if he desires to simply drag out of bed, and drag you by the leg down the dark halls, til he reached the common room he could.

"Do whatever you want...." It’s futile to continue arguing and you know that, as Silver slides into bed beside you. Not hesitating to place a burning kiss on your cheek, even if your body stiffens as he holds you.

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Diasomnia knows all about you.

The food, cooked and placed, on the large dining table, Malleus sitting at the head with unmatched eagerness, not shone on his neutral expression, but his eyes seemed to have a dangerous glow.

Lilia sits to the side of him, nearly bouncing in his seat, fangs on full display with his wide smile. While Sebek sits across from him, arms crossed and a scowl etched across his fingers. Yet he seems impatient as he listens.

They can hear Silver’s voice down the hall, and two sets of footsteps. His and yours.

The air seems to buzz with desire and anticipation. The doors of the dining room open to reveal a well-dressed Silver and you. Pretty gorgeous you. Silver’s girlfriend.

You stand nervously, all dressed up to meet your boyfriend’s family. Yet before you can even open your mouth, Malleus is striding across the room, taking note of your heightened panicked heartbeat and taking your hand. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

You want to say nothing; you want to pull away and turn around as his emerald green eyes bore into yours. You feel the gentle, threatening squeeze from Silver. Warning you not to disrespect his master. His prince.

"… It’s nice to meet you as well, Prince Malleus…" The words come off as robotic, turning your gaze away.

"I have heard so much about you. Silver talks about you often." Malleus’ grip is tight. Bringing your gaze back to him, he observes your reaction before pulling away with a narrow smile.

He’s the main reason you hate Diasomnia. Cause of the dragon that roams the halls. The dragon that lingers outside the door, silently, as if enticing you to let him inside.

"[Name], this is my father. Lilia."

Another that you’re familiar with, he floats to your side with a far too wide grin. Pulling you into a hug and crushing you. "I am so so so happy to finally see you up close! Aren’t you just the cutest thing!" He pinches your cheeks happily, uncaring of your uncomfortable posture.

He’s one you seen up close, one that waits outside the window that you keep shut, always. He’s pulling both you and Silver to the table, rambling about the food and the never-ending excitement he has. Sitting you directly beside him and Silver sitting next to Sebek, another one that you hate.

He’s the one that’s yelled at you through the door when you first arrived. Yelling at you to be silent and that your sobs would annoy his Lord. He spares not a glance and looks at the plate before him. You move your gaze to the porcelain plate, the aroma of food wafting into your nose.

"It’s your favorite, Dove." Silver reaches for your hand, using that nickname that you’ve always hated. You bite your tongue, grabbing his hand, feeling him squeeze it.

A part of you wishes, he’d simply fall asleep like he used to. Yet he doesn’t, at least no longer, in your presence. You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to. That is the mentality you hold as the dinner drags on. They speak and chat as if it was a normal evening, a normal dinner, as if they didn’t know of the atrocities that Silver committed to getting you here.

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Diasomnia knows all about you and they love you.

The door to Silver’s bedroom never stays closed. Even when you try to barricade, it shut on the days Silver is late. In the morning, you’ll find all the furniture back in place and the door unlocked, with Silver sleeping peacefully beside you.

You’ll grow to love Diasomnia, they know you will.

In the mornings, you’re awoken by Silver, with soft groggy mummers of love and kisses, even if you try to pull away. It seems to last hours before the door is slammed open to Sebek, yelling a harsh wake-up, only to go red in the face and stammering, earning a tired chuckle from Silver.

You’ll get ready together. Brush your teeth together, do your hair, get dressed, all of it. With him sticking to your side with an invisible grin, happy that you don’t fight him on the normal routine. Happy that you treat him like a boyfriend.

Because why fight when you have no chance of winning?

Eating breakfast with all four, Lilia makes something completely inedible before Sebek swoops in secretly behind him. Creating edible food. Lilia trying to spoon-feed you, trying to pinch your cheeks when you comply. Whilst Malleus seems to bask in the rare sunlight through the large window, like a lizard. Drinking coffee that he urges you to make. Coffee you’re sure he doesn’t need.

In the mornings, you’ll sit behind the towering building of Diasomnia, sitting on steps watching Silver and Sebek train. While Malleus waters his dead and poisonous garden or sits beside you on the steps. While Lilia does whatever the fae does, sometimes he reads whatever he finds interesting, or maybe he’ll manage the two knights in training.

Diasomnia knows all about you.

They know you so well and only want to know you better. Why deny them of that pleasure? Even if they sometimes stand too close, or sometimes hold you too tight. You’ll grow to love the place you hate, even if you have no choice. Even as they lure you into one of their bedrooms, even as Silver lets them. Since families always share and Silver is okay with sharing.

Far too okay with sharing his girlfriend.

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