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phainon yandere profile. gender neutral, TW // yandere, nsfw at the end. credits @cinnamonest for the profile template. :)
What is he generally like? Is he self-aware, lucid, or obsessive? How does he behave?
Phainon is, in all variations of him, just a big dog with a tortured heart. He's desperate for your attention and approval, for someone to never leave him and carry the burden of the prophecy with him. Despite being surrounded by his fellow flame-chasers and admirers, he feels painfully lonely, knowing that at the end of the day, the only person who can truly walk his path is himself.
He's a little intense when it comes to the people around him, so you likely wouldn't think of him as obsessive at first - it's just how he is, so you believe. Phainon really leans into the 'pity me' card (complete with the puppy dog look), and neither you or nor anyone else can say anything about it. He creeps into your life, entwining himself with you until by the time you look down, it's too late.
He's obsessive and self-aware. He knows what he's doing is wrong, like threatening people or restricting your freedom, but Phainon will jump through any and all mental hoops to convince himself (and you) that it's all for your own good, hence obsessive. Idk the cognitive dissonance is strong with this one.
How do you meet him?
You’d have to be something special - preferably someone beyond the stars, someone who isn’t familiar with Okhema’s customs at all. Phainon would have trouble with separating you from the people he’s supposed to be a hero to, even if you were able to see him for him.
Alternatively, a childhood friend would do very well for him. Phainon remembers every precious memory he had with you before he could be coined Chrysos Heir. He attaches himself to you obsessively, completely sure that you’re the only person who could ever understand the true him and relieve the burden of all the blood on his hands.
How likely will he kidnap his darling?
Talking strict kidnapping, 1/10. Phainon doesn't need to keep you in his house to control you - he has power and sway over the people, and when that doesn't work, a few well placed bribes help so that someone has their eye on you at all times. Besides, he wants to see you happy and he wants you to accept him, most of all. Kidnapping you would be the antithesis of all that.
How difficult is it to escape from him? How does he restrain his darling? How does he deal with attempted escape?
10/10 difficulty, both physically and from his area of influence. Phainon would make up all sorts of excuses to stay with you a little while longer, whine and complain that he never gets to see you (lie), and try to wriggle his way into your home or coerce you back to his, even if it might make him seem a bit like... loser. He keeps you stuck to his side and in his shadow by sliding an arm around your waist or shoulder under the pretence of friendliness; he's clingy like you've never known clingy before.
He’s not above using drugs to achieve his desired outcome either, for example, making you so sleepy that you can’t turn down an invitation back to his place. Phainon feels bad about it at first, but when he sees you dozing uncontrollably on his shoulder, it's not difficult to wave the guilt away. And he finds it gets easier the more he does it! So it can't be all bad, can it?
From his area of influence, it’s easy enough to arrange for a little accident, a hiccup with your finances, whatever it takes to keep you within the city and keep you from leaving his side where he can reach you. There's no attempted escape from him - unless you're willing to hurt the people you love on your way out.
How easy is it to trick, deceive, or manipulate him?
For some minor trickery, like making up some excuse to slip away from a social situation, it’s easy enough. Phainon would rather gaslight himself into thinking you’re always right and that you’d never lie to him, and so he’ll let you get away with small lies even if he knows they are lies. True deception and manipulation is tough, however. He’s always two steps ahead of you - experienced warrior, remember? And well-loved by the citizens besides. Somebody would tell on you, even if he slips up.
You could manipulate him by showering him with love if you're smart about it. You'd have to prepare your exit while giving him lots of hugs and kisses and telling him how much you appreciate him, and Phainon will melt. Play to his rose-tinted glasses and you'll be able to conceal your true plans - just be prepared to move fast, and keep running for as long as you live.
How lenient is he? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?
He’s pretty liberal in the grand scheme of things. He lets you go about your day, stay in your home, continue to have your friends and family with you. But as Phainon closes in on possessing you, you get the distinct feeling that people are beginning to be uncomfortable around you, and that certain choice people have started disappearing - like the colleague who tried asking you out once. You’d turned him down, of course. But that doesn’t stop Phainon from taking… precautions.
You’re denied your freedom in the sense that every way you turn, you come up against the iron bars of your metaphorical bird cage. A gilded cage is still a cage, after all, and it's frustrating to know that someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes even though you have no idea who it is.
What kind of rules does he have? What kind of punishments would he use?
The one and only rule Phainon has: no leaving his side. And he means that in the grand scheme of things, as in no dying, and no leaving Okhema. He thinks he doesn't ask for much, really!
He isn't actually fond of punishing you. He likes to treat you like a delicate flower, so he lavishes you in all sorts of luxuries and creature comforts. The most punishment he'd ever use would be to isolate you in his home with nothing but himself for company. It's not the worst, all things considered, but I imagine spending a month alone with Phainon is enough to drive anyone up the wall.
How does he deal with rivals, or perceived rivals?
Phainon can be surprisingly peace-loving when it comes to his "rivals", or at the very least has no desire to hurt the people he's supposed to serve and protect. He tries to let killing be his last resort, and calls in favours from here or there to make sure your paths never cross again. Threats would come anonymously and are usually enough to deter them from ever speaking to you again.
He kills when he has to, though, and makes sure to do the deed himself. He wouldn't trust anyone else with such an important job.
How easy is it to make him mad? What does his anger look like?
Phainon doesn’t get mad so much as he gets desperate, upset, and very, very clingy. It hurts him if you reject him, talk about leaving the city or even Amphoreus, or try to lie to him. He’s nothing but good to you and has only ever acted for your benefit, so why do you treat him in this way? Tears are common. He doesn’t intend to guilt trip, but he does it very well. You feel like you're kicking a lost puppy in the rain whenever you hurt him. Is it ever worth it?
In a parallel vein, Phainon does get jealous. That’s when he feels the need to shower you in physical gifts, or mark you with bruises and bite marks and leave you so sore that there’s no doubt about who had done that to you. He wraps you all up in his arms, even in public, making sure that word spreads fast who this Chrysos Heir has his eye on.
Does he see you as above, beneath, or equal to him?
He sees his darling as his saviour, his rock, his anchor to whatever good is left in his world, so I’d say he sees you as above him. You’re his mortal god, and no normal human would ever relinquish their grasp on their god, would they?
How determined is he for you to love him, or is he content just having you?
It's a little bit of both for Phainon. He's not really determined so much as he is the type to roll around on his bed complaining about whyyy don't you love him back, kneel before you and worship the ground you walk on, anything you want.
He'll pour his everything into loving you, but if he expects anything back, it vacillates. He doesn't quite believe he's deserving of love, after all, and if something loves him back he fears he might lose it. So if you spend the rest of your life hating him, he supposes it's alright as long as you're safe, even if it hurts.
It's either that or he falls into a darkness every once in a while and really needs your comfort and affection. Denying him when he's like this is a sure way to be pulled into some... intimate endeavours.
How forceful is he? Does he care about your willingness?
Like before, it depends on his mood. Usually he's doing his best to coax you into warmer feelings for him, but sometimes, he allows himself to slip and treat you as an object of love rather than another person. Phainon isn't really forceful as in fond of using brute force, but he'll manipulate and cajole until your willingness becomes "your idea", or at least until he can gaslight you into thinking it was your idea.
General perverseness: How sexual is he? What's his drive like? Touchy? Any reservations about sexuality?
Touchy? Extremely. And not even in a perverse manner, Phainon just likes hugs and kisses and cuddles that way.
He doesn't really have any reservations about sexuality - he likes you, he wants you, that's all it is to him. But he doesn't like the idea of forcing you either (without the help of certain substances, at least.) He's definitely much more respectful in the beginning, letting you take things at your own pace. Just don't let him wait for too long...
His drive is constant but not uncontrollably high. Phainon's always in the mood to worship his darling, be it through gifts or pleasure. Whatever darling wants, darling gets, and he's more than happy to provide, even to the point of neglecting his own pleasure.
What body parts of his darling does he like the most?
Probably thighs. He just likes the softness and the warmth of it all, squeezing and kneading your flesh. It's intimate but not too intimate, and he can keep you close while he indulges. :)
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＃𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙉 𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 ⠿ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 HEADCANON
✶ ! [ 578 words ]
✶ ! [ CW: dark content, yandere themed, unhealthy obsession, overprotectiveness, stalking, potential ooc, written by non-fluent english speaker. ]
✶ ! [ Uniquant's Note: This abomination has been sitting in the basement for a month... I'm quite cringed at how messy the original hcs was, so it took me fairly a long time to make it acceptable (to me at least). Anyway, I hope u enjoy my monstrosity ♡ ]
✦ Request Status: Open
✦【 Type: Overprotective, devoted 】
: Let's start with how or what the weapon itself sees in you, shall we? Well, just like any other weapon, he himself needs a master in order to have any purpose in existing. And in this case, the master of this particular weapon is you.
: Weapon and master bond are quite complicated to break. The master needs their weapon to protect themselves and the weapon needs the master to have use of them thus care for them.
: When someone threatens its bond, it's either up to you, the master who should command your Blade to rid of such interloper or he'll purge the foul soul himself till they depart unto the afterlife. Oh also, he's a unique weapon. Under certain circumstances, he would moves on his own to protect his master. How marvelous is that?
: Now let's move to how he behaves. He follows you everywhere. To the highest mountain peaks of the Divine Ship, to the bottomless pit of lies built upon the Dreamscape, he is right there, guarding your back from any potential misfortune charging in your way.
: He thinks he is not quite worthy of your attention yet he won't let others bask in it either. Such an abomination like himself shouldn't even breathe the same air as you, yet he appears unwilling to leave your side anytime soon due to his obstinacy and selfishness. He convinced himself that he is doing all of this as an effort to keep the mortal wounds which scarred his past self away from you.
: The only moment when he stands the same step as you is when he deems someone 'dangerous' approaching you. Even if you inform him that the said someone is harmless, at least to you. All he would do is back up and glare daggers at them as his sword long unsheathed ready to dig into the interrupter's neck if they dare to even flash any form of hostility toward you.
: Should he act like a sword, then, should he too sacrifice his flesh to protect you. He'd scathe himself only when it's needed of course. He does not want you to worry your hearts out because he was too careless in his previous battle. He might hurt himself a bit more so your attention lingers awhile on him or his wounds. Will stop if you scowl him for it. But alas, he tends to forget things, including your scoldings.
: Once in a while, he is befuddled by how fast his entire world changed. Was his encounter with you part of Elio's script? But at the same time it doesn't make any sense to him, since Elio has always been open about how any part of the script would go. Was The Equilibrium finally witness his suffering and opted to to alleviate his agony by directing his life changing-encounter with you?
: Either way, those thoughts swiftly vanish as he remembered that nothing really matters as long as he is still by your side.
: As a mere weapon, he shouldn't act this way. Yet here he is. YOU tampered with his broken self and infected it with deuced mortal desire. Since he is yours now, shouldn't you take care of him as a good master?
: He is a bit stubborn and rash sometimes. But it's all for the sake of your safety. So, please forgive him and his wrongdoings, if you see it fit, do punish him. For he believes that you could do nothing wrong.
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Very well written 🫶
IMAGINE AVENTURINE WHO... (cw: kakegurui au, obsessive gambling, life and death situation/predicament, aventurine's obsessed, unhealthy power dynamic/s between both sides, possessiveness, yandere behavior)
... is well known in Penacony as one of the elite gamblers. AVENTURINE doesn't take a simple bet and runs with it, but makes it clear that if you ever play a game against him, he'll take it up to 10 notches.
... is called the 'compulsive gambler of Penacony', where students shiver at the mention of his name. Often, whoever gambles with him is met with a terrible end, citing that being near him is akin to a death wish with how possessed he acts.
... only desires a challenge. He dislikes gambling for the sake of money or power— he has enough and wants to spend it all until the day he dies. All he wants is the thrill, the one that would push him to the edge, constantly seeking for more.
... is an adrenaline junkie and makes those who goes against him rot in debt, becoming housepets in his journey of finding the one, but he had no luck. A shame, as he's a skilled gambler with many tricks and lady luck constantly gazing on his shoulder— until he met you.
... found you intriguing when you played a game of Craps, and although the stakes were rigged and against you, a newbie, you swept the floor with them and exposed them for their crimes. AVENTURINE found it more amusing when you stated, plain as day, "Those house pets of yours are going to need their lives back when they realize it's been rigged from day one."
... asked the other elites and even the president himself, SUNDAY, if he's ever heard of you. To his surprise, it was like no one has, and SUNDAY comments that AVENTURINE may be up to someone that doesn't exist anywhere. Not in the records, outside, or even the entirety of the country.
... began to become the regular of your regulars; who saw you in your games with others. He saw you win on them, exposing how they have seamlessly won those games despite it being against your favor, and turning it on their heads.
..., after studying your behavior and mannerisms, approached you for a little gamble. It isn't much, as all he wants is simply see what makes you tick.
... leads you into his office and you both take your seats, two sets of cards set in front of you. He even told you that the game you two will be playing is Blackjack— a staple of Penacony, he jokes, but you two know it's a lie.
... tells you that if you win, he'll let you in to the Elites and convince SUNDAY to stop pursuing your missing records. Everyone has been itching to get you to fall from grace, and he isn't letting them get their grimy hands onto your pretty face. Not if he has a say in it. However...
... tells you that if he wins, he'll have you as his personal housepet: a trophy to signify that you have fallen for a man that's feared by many.
... watches with a smile as the cards were taken from both sides, eagerly awaiting for the final verdict between you.
... knew it was only one round. Who knew he only has one chance to finally claim what is his.
... chuckles when he sees the results, his eyes gleaming with the sense of pride— to his loss or yours, no one shall ever know.
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My Crime To Commit
summary: Blade can commit sins for you, but he would rather you hurt him thousands of times before you ever commit those sins too.
warnings: violence, blades
If you were to ask Blade to kill for you, he would do it. Not a hint of hesitation to be found, his sword swiftly slashing through the object of your aggression in cold blood.
But if you were to kill, he would rather you tear his flesh apart hundreds of time with a heated dagger than let you do such a sin.
He's your weapon, so why are you starting a battle unarmed?
It’s not him doubting your skill, it’s his centuries of experience that hold up his view. He knows what becomes of those who murder from their own free will, he’s one of those unfortunate souls. If you were to fall into the viscous cycle, he would be at a loss.
He doesn’t think of you as a saint, no far from it. He sees you as a person, a person that can alleviate his own sufferings. But he would never force you to, even in the worst midst of his mara striking. To be more accurate, you just calm it down with your presence alone, you’ve never done anything in particular.
But it’s never gone, the sensation his mara lets bubble in his body is still there, it’s just locked away in a pathetic part of his mind. That same mara that leads him to madness, the same thing thats caused him to shed blood on his resurrected hands. He doesn’t want you to turn into him.
So, he’ll patiently wrap his hand around yours, and help your fingers grip the handle of the weapon. He’ll even guide you to stab his heart hundreds of times if you so wished it, he’s weak for you like that, so he’ll do it.
He isn’t asking you to be innocent, nor does he want you to be guilt free. He wants you.
If you ever mention killing, his cold eyes will stare into your own while placing the nearest tool in your palm, and directing it towards him. His face only inches apart from yours, feeling him breathe through his nostrils. Take your rage out on him if you have to.
He views it as a connection of sorts. Share your feelings to him and he’ll guard them as much as he can, though his techniques of protection aren’t exactly sane.
He doesn’t speak, but you can tell from the firm grip on you what it is he’s saying.
If you’re his cure, let him be the disease you spread.
Lowkey this works with both regular and yandere Blade. (He’s just smitten) .
I think my ask failed to send so I’ll do this again, btw love your writing.
Magician Reader who’s interested in Aventurine because they think his grand bets are magic tricks! (Plus other things like the coin trick he did with the trailblazer, him being a gambler so he is always by play cards, the way he smiles like he is ready to perform, etc)
Aventurine definitely started to believe in magic as soon as he saw the reader, maybe they were working their magic on him.
Eventually Aventurine convinces the reader to let him be their magic assistant and perform on stage with them. Concocting a trick of his own. During the final act of the magic show, Aventurine does an impromptu trick and makes the both of them disappear. Claiming the reader as his.
I think that the he uses the reader’s magic props against them, bounds them with their handcuffs, threatens them with swords, maybe even threatening their pet rabbit or dove. Whatever you’re comfortable with writing.
Hope this sends this time and I hope you have a great day!
(Thank you so much! I’m so glad you like my writing!
I had a little bit of difficulty with this request, your idea was already so perfect, I felt like I didn’t have much to add to it ;; but hopefully this is something like what you were looking for? I hope you like this and that you have a great day too!)
Warnings: 18+ for suggestive comments/situations, forced relationships, and empty threats of violence, this one is on the tamer side compared to my other writing, also I tried so hard but I don't know much about magic tricks, Lyney save me
Aventurine takes a bow and then presents you with a red rose, smirking at you seductively as he offers it to you. He’s sure you must have cast a spell on him with how smitten he is with you.
“Will you allow me to be your magic assistant, dearest magician~?” He asks you with a teasing tone to his voice, gently taking your hand and placing a kiss on it.
Your usual assistant had just called in sick, and you were desperate. It’s not that you trusted Aventurine or his tactics, but… What would be the harm in letting him do a few tricks with you during your performance? “Alright,” You agree, taking the rose from his hands politely, “But don’t try anything funny, okay?”
He puts his hand on your shoulder in a fashion too intimate for your comfort, “Wouldn’t dream of it~” He says with a smirk, and then he’s pulling out a bouquet from behind you, as if it materialized from thin air.
He presents the bouquet to you as well.
“You know, it’s not as interesting when you repeat the same trick twice.”
“Yes, but I know you already gave the rose to your little rabbit companion. I just figured that meant you’d prefer a bouquet~”
You look at him in shock that he recognized that so quickly, when all you did was tuck the rose in your hat when he wasn’t looking. He was too observant of your tricks. Damn him.
You take your hat off and pull your pet rabbit out of it, softly petting him as he holds the rose in his little mouth. “Yeah, but he looks pretty cute like this…”
Aventurine huffs, obviously jealous of your rabbit. “And I don’t?” He questions, crossing his arms.
“Oh calm down, you’ll get your credits once the show is over, now come on!” You grab him by the hand and pull him backstage.
Ah… You thought he was doing this for money? No, he genuinely wanted to help and be closer to you. He didn’t care about the credits at all. Was that really so hard to believe? He was a little offended. Yes, his time was worth a lot, but time spent with you was priceless.
You quickly go over the show and routine with him, obviously in a rush, seeing as it’s starting soon. You tell him about tricks like pulling your rabbit out of your hat, a few card tricks, and the sawing in half act, which you would be doing to him apparently. But that isn’t the one that caught his interest. The part that caught his interest and what he was anticipating the most was the disappearing act. He can’t hold back his smirk as ideas begin forming in his head.
Most of the show goes on without any problems, and he’s in complete awe every time you pull off a trick successfully. He’s so happy to be your assistant, and to your surprise, he’s a quick learner. The audience claps even louder as he takes a bow, and then much to your discomfort, he presents you with yet another rose on stage with a wink.
Okay, so maybe you should have told him that flirting in front of the audience was off limits.
He politely opens the door to the disappearing act for you, waiting for you to step inside. But before you can shut it behind yourself, he turns to the audience and announces something.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this disappearing act is a couple’s disappearing act, and must be performed with two people.” With those words, he climbs in along with you, “In an act of true love, we will kiss each other, and then disappear before your very eyes!” Then he climbs in with you and plants his lips against yours. Someone else, an IPC worker probably, runs up and takes care of the act on the outside, shutting the door as the audience claps wildly and whistles at the sight of him kissing you, rose petals raining down all over the stage as white doves are released.
“What are you doing?!” You shout, pulling away and wiping off the kiss, and he quickly clamps a hand over your mouth so no one can hear you shouting.
“Shhh…” He says softly, gently petting your hair in a comforting gesture. And then to your horror, you feel something cold clamp around your wrists. You look down and see your very own cuffs, effectively chaining your hands together and preventing any sort of movement from you.
And then he’s pulling you through the secret path in the back of the box, and with his hand over your mouth you can’t scream out for help. He pulls you along with him through the corridor, and you’re fighting him the entire way. All Aventurine does is chuckle at you squirming against him.
“Don’t worry, your show is taken care of.” He says, as if you’re just throwing a tantrum about him ‘ruining your magic show.’ “I made sure that they would-” “That’s not what I’m upset about and you know it.” You’re glaring daggers at him. “I rejected you already, Aventurine! I only accepted your help because I had no one else, and I thought what you wanted was payment.” And oh, do your words sting.
“Oh, I do want payment. Just not the type of payment you’re thinking of, sweetheart~” He grabs you harshly and is crashing his lips against yours again in order to shut you up. He kisses you fiercely, his lips and tongue moving against yours, putting every ounce of passion into the kiss that he can. Like he’s trying to prove something to you.
And then you feel it. The feeling of a cool, metallic blade pressing against your neck. “Don’t move,” He tells you simply once he pulls away, and you have no choice but to comply with his wishes.
“Now, I want you to walk very carefully in the direction I instruct you to.” His smile is so sweet, but underneath lurks a malicious predator just waiting to strike. He’s like a shark circling the waters.
“Where are you taking me?” The blade presses further into your neck at the question as you walk with him, but not enough to draw blood. Just enough to keep you compliant. He would never actually harm you.
“We’re going home, my little magician~” His smile doesn’t falter as he says the words, even as you cry and kick and scream and beg for him to let you go, the blade still pressed to your throat. No matter how hard you fight him, he won’t ever let go of you.
“Two lovers, disappearing into the night together, never to be seen again~ Isn’t that the greatest magic trick of all~?”
His character in this fanfic is so well done 🫶
*Reen casually slides through your asks*
May I ask how will he feels or react towards his darling who's so clearly fall over heels for him? Like she doesn't even know what's lurking behind his playful mask yet she keeps showering him with her love and attention,
"Sometimes I wonder why you'd want to go out with me in the first place. You're so charming and fun to he around, I must be dreaming!"
"I found this fox keychain while strolling around and it reminds me of you! Come to think of it, have you ever actually seen a yellow fox anywhere?"
"You look so tired today, what happened? Let me make you some warm tea real quick!"
Will he unknowingly became more possessive each time passed or will he remains as calm as before? Anyways no pressure to reply and I hope you're having a great day everyday!
Am to totally not projecting myself here
(Ahhh! Thank you so much for being my first ask! I love your prompt so much, this is absolutely amazing! I hope you like this, and have a great day every day too!)
Aventurine never expected you to fall in love with him or reciprocate any of his advances in any way. He’s so used to people not liking him, or barely even tolerating him, that every bit of affection you offer him comes as a total shock and surprise. He thinks you’re so sweet and perfect in every way, and while it’s completely like you to be kind even to those who don’t deserve it, he never expected that he’d ever be the one on the receiving end of that kindness and affection. He can’t control the warmth that spreads through his chest every time you say something sweet, or smile at him, or even just the fact that you seem so willing to be around him. It’s like nothing he’s ever experienced in his life before, and he can’t get enough. He wants more and more.
"Sometimes I wonder why you'd want to go out with me in the first place. You're so charming and fun to he around, I must be dreaming!"
When you say those words, it hits him like a bolt of lightning. You’re wondering why he’d want to go out with you? Shouldn’t he be the one saying these words? Everything about you is complete perfection, he’s obsessed with everything about you and can’t get enough of you and your light. You’re the only warmth and sunshine he’s ever experienced in his life. When he was young, he often wondered what the warmth of the sun truly felt like, to be able to feel it caress his skin and to feel truly safe. Now that he’s with you, he knows the answer to that question with all his heart. Every time you touch him, when you hold his hand or gently run your hand across his cheek, he can feel sparks flying under your touch. He’s always been very touch starved and so even just accidentally brushing against you causes the same reaction in him. He laughs softly as he pulls you into a tight embrace, the sound of his voice very light and airy, but there’s also a gentle tone to it- one you aren’t very used to hearing from him yet.
“Every day is a dream come true with you,” He pauses for a second, trying to find the words, “I love you more than life itself, and I’d do anything and everything to keep you by my side. You’re the best person I’ve ever met in my life, and I can’t imagine my life without you.” He feels that it’s more important to reassure you in this moment than come up with a witty, teasing one liner like he usually might. He wants you to know how much he loves you and truly values you.
Of course he’d want to be with you, every day, for all of eternity and beyond.
"I found this fox keychain while strolling around and it reminds me of you! Come to think of it, have you ever actually seen a yellow fox anywhere?"
“Ahaha, it reminds you of me, does it~?” He can’t help the flirty and playful edge to his voice as he speaks, but he also can’t deny that he has a slight blush on his face that you were thinking of him so fondly, “Aww, that’s quite adorable… Because you know what,” He pulls out a wrapped gift and presents it to you. You quickly open it and inside you find a rabbit plush, one with the same color eyes as yours and a ribbon in your favorite color around its neck, “I was thinking this cute little bunny reminds me of you! What do you think?” He winks at you in an extremely flirtatious manner, and you find yourself blushing as well. The warmth and softness between the two of you in interactions like these is unparalleled.
"You look so tired today, what happened? Let me make you some warm tea real quick!"
He sits down on the couch next to you and pulls you into the tightest hug without a word, it seems he had an extremely hard and stressful day at work. But you- you always make him feel so much better. All of the stress and pain disappears when he’s holding you, when he gets to be with you like this. You’re his anchor and his rock and the pillow that he likes to lay his head on after a long day. You open your mouth to say something, to insist you’ll go get him that tea, but he simply shushes you and pulls you in closer, arms wrapped so tightly around you that you can’t escape from his grasp.
“Please… Just let me hold you for a bit…”
Undoubtedly, every time you show him these little bits of affection, he becomes more and more in love and obsessed with you. He wants to keep you all to himself, he wants to hoard your light and warmth, and every day he’s constantly fighting against the urge and thoughts of locking you away, just for himself, forever.
But when he sees the way you look at the sky, or the sunset, or the stars at night… And he remembers how he too once looked so wistfully toward it, he can’t bring himself to do it. He wants to keep you this happy forever.
And when you’re being so willing and compliant for him, who is he to rip your little bit of freedom away? You’re already in his grasp, forever, and he’s never going to let you go no matter what. You’re the little bunny to his fox, and he just wants to melt into your embrace every day for the rest of his life.
He loves you, and nothing will ever come between the two of you. Not even fate itself.
Sono io o sei tu? Sono io o sei tu!?
ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, Broken English, Yandere Undertones, Toxic Relationship, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Gender Neutral Reader, Obsession, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Pair: Dan Heng x Reader (Honkai Star Rail) Words Count: 476 Title comes from the song Nato sbagliato.
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Something little to little for my baby Dan Heng, I'm so sorry that this is so short LMAO but unfortunately my motivation from writing is going 📉📉
Memories from the past were confusing and distorted. From a past that wasn’t his, that wasn’t of Dan Heng.
He could remember a smile, a laugh, and this intense, strong emotion of need, of wanting. But what exactly? Who was the one laughing, smiling? No matter how much Dan Heng tried, he couldn’t remember. Not a name, not even a face.
But Dan Heng didn’t think too much about it in the end; whoever was this important and loved person was probably dead or, if they weren't, at this time they probably got a new life where he isn’t needed anymore. And plus, he is now Dan Heng. A new person, a new life, so it would be best to just avoid them.
Who was before it’s long dead and forgotten. It’s been too long now. He had to go on.
However, walking around the Xianzhou Luofu was a bad idea, it brought out memories that he desperately tried to forget. He made him feel so nostalgic, nostalgic of a place that no longer was his place to be. That wasn’t the true home of Dan Heng.
He understood fully that he made a mistake when he saw you between others, simply strolling around, maybe even just buying groceries. No matter how much Dan Heng tried, he couldn’t look away. Something deep, deep inside him didn’t make it possible. He was like frozen in place.
You two make eye contact just once, for a few seconds before Dan Heng finds himself able to move again and gets away, running like a coward. He refused, from that day forward, to go back to the Xianzhou Luofu no matter what he had to do or what his friends asked, he wasn’t going to go back to that ship. He knew that, if he did, he would run up back to you even if he didn’t know why or who you were.
But, much to his dismay, you were all he could think about; your eyes, your hair, your figure even, everything felt so familiar, so right. Dan Heng knew he was running away like a coward, his desperation getting stronger and stronger by the day and he couldn’t ignore it any more like he used to. His turmoil doesn't get unnoticed by his friends, but when asked Dan Heng insists that everything is fine, nothing is happening, and to not worry about him. Of course they didnt believe him, but they didnt question further what was going on, hoping to see him opening it up sooner than later.
But he won’t.
Not when Dan Heng has no idea how to explain what its happening to him, unsure about what's happening to him too. He just knows he must search for you and find you and bring you back to him, where you deserve to be, where you needed to be.
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This was short but so good (idk what to say im kinda spechless from how good it is)
Cercavo amore ma alla fine...
ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Bad English, AU?, Yandere, Obsessive Behaviour, Purity Talk, Angel Luocha, GN Reader (no use of pronouns or body parts), Manipulation, Christian Talk?, Sorry its bad lol, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Pair: Luocha x Reader (Honkai: Star Rail) Words Count: 732 Title comes from the song Cercavo Amore
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welp.. here we are. with luocha. again lmao this was supposed to come out time ago and now I'm in a hurry cause I'm going to the cinema.... so sorry if this is a mess, between work, the hospital and me being in a hurry now it's probably bad lmao anyway luocha <3
Luocha was one of the most beloved, beautiful, and kind angel. Many look up to him, no matter their ranking. He was the picture perfect for the idea of an angel: long blonde locks, green capturing eyes, a kind and gentle smile with a soft and curated voice to accompany with.
Truly a perfect angel.
If only he didn’t have a dirty, dirty secret.
You.
You were… A normal human being. For angels, that's it. There were always some humans who were god favourite, for unknown reasons (maybe there just weren’t), so angels are supposed to look after them but you, you… You are just there. God had no plan for you, but Luocha did.
Luocha saw what everyone didn’t. Your beauty, your soul, your laugh, your smile, your pretty eyes when you would look at him, everything. He saw everything cause he was always with you; acting like your guardian angel, knowing that if he acted out of line he would fall. But where was the line? Luocha no longer sees it, no matter how much he searches. He passed it a long time ago, as it is far behind him.
The first and most important rule was to never have contact with humans, especially if an angel was guarding them. It could lead to terrible things, but no one knew exactly what. They never asked. They never dared, just following orders as they were supposed to, as they were created to.
But not Luocha. Something in him snapped, but no one could tell what or why.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” he says, gently holding your waist so you won’t fall when you accidentally bump against him. Luocha can feel himself shaking, barely holding his excitement to be finally able to touch you, smell you… Sense you all over him, driving him even more insane.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it! Thank you.” Oh, why does your voice sound sweeter now? Is it because you are directly speaking to him? You are so adorable, trying to push him away and his arm leaves your waist much to his dismay, so cute- he wants to eat you.
“I insist. How about a coffee?”
“Oh well…” you think, biting your lip like the cutie you are. He gulps, not so hearable thank god, but he probably appears more anxious than he wants to. His first impression isn’t the best, but still. Maybe it’s because he’s too beautiful. “If you offer...”
“But of course. I wouldn’t dream of letting you pay” Luocha smiled, his hand going to his chest and bowing. He offers you his arm to walk with a gentle smile, and you aren’t strong enough to say no.
The first date (that you didn’t know it was one) went surprisingly smoothly. For you. Luocha, on the other hand, was sweating in order to appear as normal as possible, a normal human beings who was absolutely no idea who he had in front of him.
None.
Absolutely no knowledge whatsoever.
But that was his first mistake: to make an actual contact with you. He wasn’t supposed to, and he shouldn’t have, now his thirst for you only grows by mere minutes, seconds even. He has no idea what to do. He can’t come back to his home after, can’t he? Or he can hide, at least for a while? Just to be an actual human being and be yours, truly yours.
That’s Luocha plan, at least.
One day his terrible mistake will be known, you can’t hide something for long, especially as an angel, but for a while, he can try. For you, for us, he thinks. Yes, yes he can.
Lying becomes easier, the more you do- something that should have terrified Luocha immediately, angels can’t lie. They aren’t supposed to, that’s the whole point. But now Luocha can, to you, to his fellow angels, everyone! It’s honestly amazing. His body shivering, a knot creating in his throat whatever he lies it’s intoxicating. It’s like a drug; the more he lies the more he feels alive, like a real person. Is that how humans feel all the time? Oh, he loves it.
And he loves you.
“Sleep now, my love…” Luocha says, caressing your cheek while you sleep in his angel form; his once beautiful pure white wings getting darker and darker. “I’ll do anything to make sure we are always together.”
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Ad Experimentum
Yandere Dr. Ratio x Reader
Veritas catches you reading one of your dirty books.
Warnings: Implied kidnapping, forced imprisonment, NSFW scenes being read aloud, Dr. Ratio being a dick as always
Within the confines of Veritas’s home, you feel like a mouse in a maze, reduced to a caged animal, always under scrutiny and experimentation.
Escape is impossible. Dr. Ratio has ensured that you’re never out of his reach, even though he acts as if you are the burden and he didn’t kidnap you and imprison you in his home. Sometimes you wonder why he even keeps you; surely he has better things to do than to quip at your inadequacy or lack of genius. But alas, the pretentious prick seems keen on pushing every one of your buttons to see how you tick. You might even call it intimacy if he wasn’t so clinical and judgmental about it all.
Because physical escape is impossible, you’ve turned to escaping within the confines of your own mind.
Books provided the perfect retreat. You’ve since abandoned any non-fiction to focus on fantasy, to worlds that effortlessly whisk you away. Novels that depict true, romantic love, not the twisted ownership you’ve grown used to. Like you’re some pet to be controlled and prodded at, like Pavlov’s dog, waiting and drooling for its master’s hand at the ring of a bell.
So, in your hopes to feel something real, you’ve started to delve into stories that are a bit…spicier.
With the latest read in your hand, your eyes skim hungrily over the pages as the tension between the protagonists builds. The lovers begin to undress each other, the one spreading his partner’s pussy as she grinds into his hand—
Veritas effortlessly plucks the book from your hands, earning a cry of protest. You try to snatch it back, but, with the help of his towering height, he dangles it just out of reach. “What in the heavens is this?”
The way he holds the book between his thumb and pointer finger, as if merely touching it would taint his self-proclaimed perfect set of knowledge, was almost comedic. You would laugh if he wasn’t such a condescending asshole.
Instead, you scowl. “Give it back.”
He merely hums and turns the novel in his hands, inspecting the cover. Licking his thumb, he flips to your bookmarked page and begins reading aloud. “My hand caressed her core as I speared her with two, thick fingers. She moaned and arched into my palm in response, causing my cock to twitch in anticipation. God, I wanted to taste her arousal. Her pussy was perfect, so wet and tight and ready for me to claim, to fuck.”
Embarrassment rages across your cheeks like a burn. You fling yourself at him, pounding your fists against his chest when he lifts the book out of your reach easily. “Stop, just stop.”
Amused, Dr. Ratio continues to narrate the scene in painstaking detail. “I lowered my head, letting my tongue swirl around her clit and rendering her voice to nothing but pitiful mewls. She tasted like heaven, like my own personal feast. I buried my tongue in her, then, and held her hips as she bucked into my mouth, begging for release—”
“I will do anything,” you beg, face in your palms, “just please stop.”
Finally, mercifully, Veritas closes the book and lowers it down enough for you to snatch it back. You cradle it against your chest, heart pounding and palms sweaty with a chaotic blend of shame, anger, and relief that it was over.
“This is what you indulge in while I’m working? Though you are hardly an intellectual exception, I believed you to be above this brain-rotting nonsense, (Y/n).”
In spite of your embarrassment, you boldly meet his golden eyes. “And what do you care? I enjoy it, and it’s not meant for you. Go stick your nose in a dictionary for all I care.”
“At least I’d be learning something,” he sneers in return, looking down his nose at you. He sniffs, tilting his chin up. “What do those books have that I can’t offer you?”
You still, observing his features. Now that the fun of teasing you has worn off, his eyes flare with loathing. With a jolt, you realize it is not aimed at you but at…the book?
Wordlessly, you glance between Dr. Ratio and your novel. Then, a stilted laugh escapes your lips. “Wait.. Are you seriously jealous of a book?”
“Don’t be preposterous,” he scoffs, though you notice his white-knuckled grip against the back of the armchair you were previously lounging in. “I would never stoop so low as to associate myself with that plebeian filth. I simply wanted to ascertain your reaction to it being read aloud.”
You resist the desperate urge to roll your eyes. “Fine, then. Please leave me to my uneducated filth.” You spin around, intent on finding a new place to finish your reading.
“Not so fast.” Veritas is on you quicker than a cobra, large hands gripping both your shoulders. “Perhaps all is not lost. We may yet transform this circumstance into an educational opportunity for you.”
A chill runs down your spine at the heavy touch, and a sudden sense of foreboding warns you to run. You’re all too aware you’re the mouse being fed to the snake in this moment.
Veritas spins you to face him, eyes slowly trailing down your form, as if taking you in with a new perspective. “I believe an experiment is due.”
You go rigid. “I’m sorry?”
“If you’re so intent on reading about all those fantasies in your books, let’s go ahead and put them to the test, shall we?”
At his clear implication, you yelp and make a run for it. In that moment Veritas strikes, fisting your hair with one hand and cupping your chin with the other as he presses your body flush against his own. You can already feel his hard desire digging into your back.
“Here’s my hypothesis,” he purrs in your ear. “I predict that by the end of tonight, you too will be begging for my cum, whether you want to or not.”
His theory, as always, was proven to be correct.
Darling [S/O]'s pov :
" I' m convincing myself that I'm schizophrenic cause why tf some fucking 10 out of 10 mf is haunting me down tells me he loves me forever?Should have take the pills earlier back then. "
*few minutes later*