Warnings: Mermaid Hybrid Satoru, Exploration Kink?, Suggestive Nsfwđ This Is A Long One~
warnings: mermaid hybrid satoru, exploration kink?, suggestive nsfwđ this is a long one~
ânngh!â
sounds of distressed whimpers force your head out of your book with furrowed browsâyou can barely hear the cries under the steady crashing of waves and birds singing in the wind. part of you thinks you might be going crazy considering no one is within your proximity on this side of the beach. you blink rapidly as you attempt to listen in on the sound and when it doesnât fade, you hesitantly stand and attempt to make your way closer to it.
but when it leads you to a cluster of all different sizes of rocks near the shore, you sigh. youâre close to just deem yourself crazy, maybe your fantasy book is just encouraging your imagination. but when the whining turns into a faint cry, your curiosity only grows. you squint at the area in attempt to spot the source as you take your shoes off and throw them closer to the dry sand along with your book, as to not get them wet.
you take a step into the wet sand at the very border of the shore where the waves meet your feet as you eye the area.
âis someone there?â you hesitantly call, cringing at the sound of your voice as you look around to make sure no one is seeing you speak to the ocean like an imbecile.
immediately the whining and sobbing halts abruptly, making your brows furrow further with curiosity.
âare- are you hurt?â you ask, taking another step closer to the rocks. the rocks are a bit intimidating even though theyâre not submerged much since the tide has shifted so you gulp as you near them.
youâre now ankle deep into the water, no longer needing to go in any deeper to approach the rocks.
itâs silent now. youâre now second guessing if you even heard anything in the first place, but itâs too odd that the noises seemed to stop once you had spoken.
so you finally approach the rocks, laying your palms down on a large one to peek your head over it, half expecting to see a child thatâs lost their way.
and what you see makes your eyes widen and the blood drain from your face. you gasp in a mixture of shock, fear, and confusion when you make eye contact with what looks like a fairy tail creature.
you jump back in surprise, stumbling and falling straight onto your ass, completely soaking your bottoms and the hem of your shirt.
âw-what-what the fuck?â you stutter to yourself, shaking your head harshly as you clench your eyes shut and grip the wet sand. maybe these fantasy books are finally getting to you or maybe you fell asleep on the beach and this is all a dream.
a moment later, you blink rapidly as you shakily stand. and this time, you walk around the rock so you can properly see what you think you saw without something in the way.
and once you do, you see it again, staring at you with wide piercing blue eyes. you canât even speak as you analyze it, much less breathe. it looks deathly afraid of you, whatever it is, and it eyes your every step with the upmost observation and fear.
itâs long scaly fish like tail is a beautiful blue color, but itâs torso and head is seemingly human. it has milky white skin, pecks with nipples like a man, toned arms with little blue fins attached, and hands with fingersâ though they seem more webbed than a normal persons. itâs tail begins where a normal humans legs would. itâs some kind of a creature thatâs half man and half fish. if you didnât know any better, youâd say it looks like a mermaid.
you donât dare to take another step closer, staying a few feet away with caution. itâs tail is caught in some kind of netting connected to the rock and it looks as though the grip it has on itâs tail is so tight that thereâs a bit of red blood seeping from it.
itâs not moving one inch as the baby waves crash gently on it. the creature is so still, in fact, that youâd believe it was dead if not for its eery eyes watching your every breath and the way itâs blinking every now and then.
youâve had the âdo aliens existâ talk before, everyone has, but no matter your stance on it, actually seeing something inhuman and seemingly otherworldly is a whole nother conversation entirely.
your breath is shaky as you squint at the netting because even though you have no idea what this creature is, it looks like itâs in pain. you canât help but wish to help it.
you gulp and take a step closer to get a better look at the netting but the moment you do, it flinches and itâs tail begins to slam against the sand with forceâ like itâs trying to scare you off by splashing you with the small amount of water under it.
and if his intent was to scare you, it works because you fall right back onto your ass with a gasp as droplets of water litter your face.
âi-i-iâm sorry! i- wonât h-hurt you!â you stutter out, voice shakier than itâs ever been as you wipe your face of the water. you arenât even sure if this creature can understand your language, but even animals can understand intent so you figure itâs worth a shot.
hesitantly, it slows itâs flopping and tears begin to fall from its beautiful, gleaming eyes as soft whimpers fall from its lips. it seems as though itâs accepted its fate, that you will hurt it or even worse, kill it.
your brows twitch in sympathy as you stand once again. its teary eyes follow you every step of the way as you inch closer to it ever so slowly with hands extended, as if to communicate that you wonât hurt it.
and once you get close enough to potentially touch its tail, you crouch in front of the mid part of it with caution, eyes trained on itâs terrified face.
you gulp. âiâm going to t-try to get this off, okay?â you voice, knowing it likely doesnât understand you.
itâs face contorts with confusion and eyes flicker down to your hands that are steadily moving towards itâs tail.
you pause for a moment, giving it time to process whatâs happening before attempting to make contact. as you get just inches away, it flinches violently, tugging against the netting and letting out a painful whine.
âitâs okay! donât moveâ calm down.â you coo, attempting to adopt a calming tone to your voice. it seems to help a bit because its tail stills, though still obviously hesitant.
although your natural curiosity urges you to touch its tail to learn more, you donât want to frighten the injured creature any further. this is your first time encountering such a being, and it's likely the creatureâs first time seeing a human.
you gently place a hand on the net around its tail, careful not to touch the tail itself to avoid scaring it. you carefully maneuver the netting, examining what can be done. the knots are tangled, but not impossible to undo.
you gently let go and look at its face once again with sympathy.
âthat must hurt, huh? poor thing.â you coo as it softly sobs, âiâm going to unknot it now.â you explain with a newfound determination.
you begin working, carefully untying the netting as gently as possible. when the creatureâs whines intensify from a particularly painful tug, you pause, easing up to show that you mean no harm. this gesture seems to soothe it, enough that its gaze shifts from your working hands to your focused face, filled with curiosity.
you notice that whenever your fingers get close to its tail, there's a subtle resistance, as if an invisible barrier is pushing against you, protecting it from your touch.
finally, you get it untied and you pull the ropesoff of itâs tail with an accomplished sigh. âall done.â
itâs eyes widen in shock as its tail suddenly moves freely. you huff with a cheerful smile, watching as the creature realizes itâs free and no longer doomed to die here. you canât help but wonder why it was so close to shore in the first place.
then, suddenly, as if realizing you might still pose a threat, it swiftly turns and glides gracefully into a deeper part of the ocean.
you stand up with an expression of bewilderment as you watch it swim into the water, disappearing with a splash of its large tail.
you chuckle to yourself in disbelief, rubbing a hand down your face. your eyes remain fixed on the spot where you last saw it, hoping to catch just one more glimpse before you leave. you know no one would believe you if you told them what you just witnessed, but maybe thatâs for the best, given how cruel humans can be.
just as youâre about to turn to retrieve your book and shoes, your eyes light up when itâs white haired head pops up, exposing its face as it stares at you from afar.
when it doesnât move to leave immediately, you lift a hand and awkwardly wave, mentally cursing yourself when you realize it probably doesnât know what that gesture means. sure, the way itâs just watching you is a bit unsettling, but it doesnât seem to have any ill intent. youâre fairly certain it understands that you set it freeâor at least, you hope so.
and then, you exhale sharply in bewilderment when it surprisingly copies your gesture, lifting a hand and waving back at you before disappearing back into the ocean.
the next few days you canât help but visit the same area of the beach again, hoping that maybe youâll see the astonishing creature again. but you donât, not for days.
after about a week, you finally see it again, but any hopes or expectations you had are quickly dashed when it merely observes you from a safe distance in the water. you donât dare to push the boundary and enter the water, fearing that it might scare the creature away or even the possibility that it could hurt you.
in the days that follow, it surprisingly returns each day at the same time to watch you for hours at a time. whenever another human comes by, it vanishes into the ocean in the blink of an eye, only to reappear and gaze at you again. youâve noticed that it seems particularly interested in watching you read for some reason.
unfortunately, you have college classes to attend still so youâre forced to skip a beach day. the entirety of the class, all you can do is wonder if the creature is waiting for you to show up.
the next day, instead of lounging on the dry sand, you sit in the shallow water, where it reaches up to your waist, wearing your swimsuit.
to your surprise, when it pops up like usual, it doesnât seem afraid of your new proximity but it stays a long distance away as it eyes you. its expression reads curiosity but you canât be sure from this distance.
after spending about an hour idly watching the creature and playing with the wet sand under your hands, you grow comfortable. you even close your eyes and bask in the sun.
but when you hear the gentle ripple of waterâ as if something is moving, you peek open your eyes to see it much closer now.
it scares you at first, making you gasp and scoot back a bit with fear. but your reaction seems to scare it too, making it quickly retreat into the water again.
ân-no! wait! iâm sorryâ come back!â you plead in fear that it might never return as you crawl in deeper on all fours, unsure if it can hear you beneath the water.
a moment later, it peeks up at you again, much further than before but still close enough to see. immediately you smile and wave, hoping it recognizes your gesture again.
and it does recognize it, showing a sort of naĂŻvetĂŠ as its eyes light up and it swims closer, shockingly fast. itâs a bit unnerving how fast it moves but maybe you should have expected as much from a creature of the water. you try not to show any signs of fear or shock at its movement so you donât potentially scare it away again.
it then exposes its entire face as it lifts a hand and waves back with wonder in its eyes, only feet away from you. it seems itâs hesitant to come any closer because youâre in a shallow part of the shoreâ though you think thatâs for the best because even if it hasnât hurt you thus far, itâs an unknown creature that you know nothing about. itâs best to keep a small space between the two of you for now.
you take a seat in the water thatâs now up to your lower ribs as you examine its beautiful features while it examines yours.
itâs facial features are that of the most beautiful in the world, you think, surpassing even the most famous of beauties in the human race. and itâs eyes are a color that shouldnât be possible, so piercing blue that theyâre almost glowing. its hair is milky white, much more pure of a white than any bleach could ever turn a humans hairâ matching its eyelashes and eyebrows. you arenât sure, but it looks like a man in his twenties.
âbeautiful, youâre so beautiful.â you breathe out in awe, making itâs head tilt in curiosityâ reminiscent of a puppy.
and then it suddenly speaks, but the language scares you. itâs like no language youâve ever heard before and itâs tone sounds bewildered. itâs voice is deep and raspy, like a man and youâre not sure what you expected but it wasnât that.
you canât help but flinch and gulp a bit at the sound of it, itâs only natural to be afraid of such an unknown sound but youâre trying your best to be open minded.
as if responding to your sign of fear, it begins to speak again but this timeâ in english.
âc-calmâ d-d-ow-n, poor th-thing.â it stumbles over its words, attempting so hard to copy your words and cooing tone from weeks ago when you were freeing it.
you can barely grasp what itâs trying to say, but as you piece it together, your jaw drops in awe. youâre amazed that it remembered what you said well enough to repeat itâespecially since itâs using the same calming words you used on it to try to soothe you. Itâs as if itâs trying to calm you down, even though it probably doesnât understand the meaning of the words.
âamazing,â you breathe out, blinking in utter disbelief.
âamaâzong,â it repeats with a curious tone.
you giggle with your eyes crinkled closed as it mispronounces âamazingâ as âamazong,â and your laughter only seems to intrigue it further. its white eyebrows twitch as it swims closer, trying to catch more of your laugh.
when you open your eyes again, you find it closer than before, causing you to stiffen and gasp. itâs now only a few feet away, and because itâs in such shallow water, itâs forced into a horizontal position, with parts of its tail visible behind it.
then, it speaks again, slowly, but in its own language like itâs trying to teach you a word.
âsa-tor-u.â it coos, sounding out the word for you to learn with gentleness.
the fear that rose when the creature came closer is quickly replaced with fascination as you focus on the word.
âsatoru.â you repeat the word slowly and immediately it smiles as it lifts its tail and splashes the water excitedly.
you chuckle at the sight as droplets from the splash of its powerful tail land on your cheek.
âsatoru. what does it mean?â you question with a smile, more to yourself than the creature as you wipe the water away from your cheek.
and as if detecting your questioning tone, he quickly points at itself and repeats the word again.
âyou? your name?â you ask, eager to learn more about the creature. but he doesnât understand your words and simply blinks at you. itâs astonishing that he wants you to know his nameânot that you think heâs unintelligent, but you werenât sure of his level of awareness. âsatoruâ is primarily a male name, you wouldnât be surprised if youâve come across some humans with the name.
âuh- um,â you then point to yourself and speak your own name slowly, eager for him to learn yours now.
he repeats your name with determination to pronounce it correctly, and you nod with a big smile, delighted by the sound of his beautiful voice saying your name.
then, as if the setting sun is a curfew, satoru suddenly turns and dives into the ocean with urgency. but before disappearing for the night, he resurfaces briefly, waves with a smile, and then vanishes once more.
the following days are some of the most exciting of your life, stories youâll tell your grandchildren about teaching a beautiful merman to speak english.
unfortunately, the first thing you teach satoru is how to say, âstay back or i will hurt you.â its a bit tough to explain the meaning but once you point to his tail to remind him of the painful netting, he understands for the most part.
youâre afraid someone less moral will come across satoru whoâs so beautiful and naive and innocent to the human world. you have to explain that not all humans are like you and though heâs a bit confused, he mostly grasps the concept.
youâve found that the easiest way to teach satoru about words and meanings is to read to him. he listens to you for hours and when you begin to pick childrenâs books that help in learning english, he excels quickly.
soon, heâs able to speak at a moderate level and youâre simply aching to ask him every question in the book as you sit in your familiar place in the shallow water by the rocks.
âare you a mermaid?â you inquire, knowing itâs a silly question to ask considering âmermaidâ is a silly human term for fairytales.
ââmer-maid?ââ he repeats with curiosity, and you chuckle to yourself. you should have expected that response.
âwhere were you born? how old are you?â you instead question, eagerly.
he points to the open ocean before turning back to you. âeightâ six.â
you hum in thought, recalling how youâve already tried teaching him about human days and years, but it seems he has his own way of measuring time. youâve discovered that in his terms, eighty-six translates to twenty-six in your time.
âare there a lot of your kind?â
âyes. lot.â he nods, seemingly happy to be able to communicate with you.
âare you able to get out of the ocean completely? or do you need the water to breathe?â you ask.
âno, i can get out. but we are not supposed to. rules,â he grumbles, clearly annoyed by the rule. you wonder if he might be a bit of a rebel in his society. this also explains why he was treading so close to the shore when he got caught in the net.
âcan i ask question too?â he suddenly questions.
your brows twitch in slight surprise at his curiosity and you nod with a smile.
âwhy do you save me?â he suddenly asks, referring to the time you met and you freed him from the netting.
you exhale with sympathy as you gaze at him.
âwhy not? i saved you because you were in pain.â
he blinks at you with utmost wonder in his blue eyes and then quickly refocuses onto his next questionâ as if heâs afraid he wonât have time to ask everything he wants to.
âhow many are you?â and his question slightly confuses you until it clicks that heâs asking your age.
âuhâ in your time, iâm eight-one,â you explain, converting your age of twenty-one into a number he can understand.
he immediately coos, âcute. you are young. in my home, you would be offered up to mate.â
you blush a bit and gasp a bit before chuckling nervously. âo-oh!â
âdo you have a mate?â he asks with gleaming, glowing eyes.
you breathe out a laugh. âno. do you?â
âhow do you sayââ he hums in thought, likely looking back on your language exercises, ââhell no.â
immediately, you burst into a fit of giggles. that phrase was one of your favorite to teach him.
âbeautiful. you are beautiful,â his smile broadens at the sound of your laugh, breathing out audibly through his noseâ making a noise reminiscent of an awe.
your eyes widen at his compliment, blinking rapidly as your cheeks burn. âw-wow, me? says you.â
âthank you!â he cheers, like a child who has been taught to say thank you after every complimentâ it makes you snap out of your flattered state and giggle a bit.
âwhat are these? why?â he questions and you jump when you feel his fingers graze along your calf under water.
âm-my legs? um- iâm not sure why. to walk i suppose.â you shrug, slightly shivering at his touch with a blush. you hadnât made physical contact yet and itâs a bit unnerving. he doesnât seem to be the shy type.
âpainful?â he questions with concern, fingers still curiously exploring your legs gently.
you giggle softly at his assumption, and he tilts his head at you with a curious smile. you figure he thinks your legs must be painful since theyâre split in two instead of being one piece like his tail.
âno, not painful,â you shake your head, attempting to eye his hand traveling up your thigh through the murky water as you grip the sand.
âsoft,â he says before dipping his head under the water, intently examining your legs. he runs his hands along them, but when he reaches the inside of your thighs in exploration, you gasp and quickly grab his hands to stop him before he can reach your private area. he surfaces, looking at you with a puzzled expression.
âhurt you? sorry, iâm sorry.â he pouts, slightly pulling back and lowering himself to show that heâs a non-threat submissively.
you huff and gently pull his hands from your legs so you can interlock yours with hisâ partly to keep control of where he puts them and partly to just feel his skin.
âyou didnât hurt me. that area is just,â you pause, thinking on the right words to use for this, â-sensitive and private.â
he moves closer again, your friendly gesture of holding his hands helping him to relax, as his fear of hurting you fades and interest takes its place. he says a word in his own language and you blink at him with confusion.
âwhatâs the word forâ is itâmating organs?â
âumâ âmating organsâ?â and quickly you realize that you had never taught him a word for your reproductive organs and your face burns in embarrassment. âoh uhâ yes, sort of.â
âcan i see?â he questions, making your embarrassment sky rocket. itâs obvious heâs simply intrigued with the human body, without ill intent.
âuhâ thatâs not a good idea,â you quickly utter, letting go of his hands and shutting your thighs tightly.
he starts pouting, and if thereâs one thing youâve learned about satoru over the past few days, itâs that heâs kind of needy and playful, and definitely prone to pouting when things donât go his way.
âwhy?â he whines, hands returning to caress your ankles gently.
âuh-um becauseâ well, thatâs like me asking to see your- fish-tail-mating area,â you exclaim dumbly, unsure of if he even has male reproductive organs like humans do.
he blinks at you, pout still prominent.
ââfish tail?ââ he repeats, thinking for a moment before his brows raise in understanding.
âyou can see and i can see!â he shouts, as if heâs just solved the issue easily.
you gulp and your gaze flickers around, avoiding his gaze in utter disbelief. youâre pretty sure that heâs insinuating a âiâll show you mine if you show me yoursâ situation.
âplease?â he pleads, and you wish you hadnât ever taught him the word because his sweet, graceful tone sways you, as if his voice has a spell woven into it.
you canât deny your own curiosity about his tail and his anatomy, so you find yourself looking around the empty beach before gulping and noddingâfor research purposes.
he brightens up and promptly adjusts into a seated position. using his palms, he scoots closer to the shore, encouraging you to move back until his tail is completely exposed. he rests his back against one of the many rocks by the shore as the baby waves crash against the both of you.
you gulp as your eyes linger on his stunning physique, sitting back on your calves while you focus on where his abdomen transitions into his tail. he seems to notice your ogling, taking your hand and gently guiding your fingers from the wet ridges of his abs down to his scaly tail.
âw-wow, youâre so beautiful.â you breathe, lips slightly parted as your breathing deepens in astonishment.
he giggles, as if heâs quite used to this type of admiration, and lets you explore his tail. when you reach his fin, he playfully flicks it up, huffing in amusement when you flinch and gasp.
you then bring your hand to press against his warm chest, where his heart is and your jaw drops when it beats in such an irregular wayâ unlike any human heart.
âyour heart! itâs- amazing.â you breathe in awe, moving your fingers around slightly to feel it better.
his head tilts in wonder before reaching out and pressing his own finger tips to your chest, just between your breasts.
and after a moment of waiting, he gasps and hunches forward to suddenly press his ear to your chest.
âboom! boom! boom! boom! boom!â he breathes in astonishment, now understanding why you were so amazed at his heart beat. he thinks yours sounds so comforting, he could stay pressed to your soft chest all day.
you chuckle and blink down at him, slightly embarrassed that heâs pressing into the fat of your breasts. but after a few long moments of him simply listening to your heart, you gently pull his head up to lean against the rock once more.
âyou keep feel?â he questions, asking if youâre done exploring his body or not.
although you feel a bit deranged for letting your mind wander, you canât help but ponder how his kind reproduces. you donât see any visible dick of any kind but you do see a slight bulge where his dick should be.
you tilt your head at it, hesitant to ask but it seems you donât have to because he notices.
âunder. like your cover.â he gestures towards your bathing suit bottoms with a slight blush dusting his high cheekbones.
âo-oh, i see,â you stutter with a bashful smile, lowering your chin in an attempt to avoid eye contact with the bulge beneath his scales.
as if reading your mind, he then tilts his head down to make eye contact with you.
âyou want to see?â
you part your lips and stutter, blinking rapidly.
âum- if thatâs okay.â you gaze up at him nervously, biting your lip coyly. you figure if youâre ready to reveal whatâs beneath your bottoms, itâs only fair that he does the same.
though he seems quite shameless and confident, he grows shy as he moves his scales to the side and exposes a slit.
your brows furrow, eyes squinting briefly as you focus in on the area. you canât help but gasp when a long, thick member resembling a human cock slides out. itâs nearly identical to a humans, except for the fact that it has blue scales near the base.
it bobs, seemingly hard, but you arenât sure if heâs naturally this size or not. you wonder if itâs potentially arousing him to show his genitalia to a human but you canât deny the possibility that youâre just demented.
âw-wow, big,â you gulp, in a slight haze as you watch a bead of what looks like pre cum dribble out of his tip. you donât even realize what you just said until heâs chuckling.
âhuman not âbigâ?â he questions, almost slyly. he seems quite confident in his body, which he absolutely should be considering how ethereally gorgeous he is from top to bottom.
you clear your throat and force your gaze away from his throbbing member.
ân-not usually that big.â you mumble. âare those.. scales?â you point at the scales near the bottom of his cock.
âyes, touch?â he asks, reading that look on your face as a look of a creature that wants to mateâ though heâs not so ignorant as to be unaware that youâre likely just curious like he is.
your eyes widen even wider and your mouth opens and closes as you try to put your thoughts in order. you arenât sure if heâs so shamelessly lewd as to ask you to jerk him off.
âno mate, just touch,â he attempts to clarify, delicately grasping your willing hand and moving it close until itâs just inches away from the scales you were curious about.
how many human can say theyâve ever had this opportunity before? to explore a mermanâs body? you figure as long as you just touch briefly, itâs fine, itâs not like you have harmful intentions.
you gulp and your gaze flickers up at him as if to make sure itâs okay to be doing this before focusing on his cock.
you softly brush your fingers along the ridges of the bumpy, slick scales at his base, causing his cock to twitch. you glance up at his face as he whines a word in his language and unintentionally thrusts his hips toward your touch.
the scales are soft but textured at the same time, and they seem to ripple in response to your touchâas if theyâre just built to react to stimulus that way.
âo-okay you can put it away,â you quickly mutter when you form the instinct to wrap your hand around his cock and pull more of those adorable whines out of him.
he nods, eyes lidded and breathing deeper than before. you watch as it slides back into his slit and he covers it with his scales once again. itâs a bit bizarre the way it retracts and moves but mostly fascinating.
âmy turn?â he questions eagerly, gently nudging your legs with one hand as to make them part while the tip of his fin grazes your outer thigh.
your nerves rise as you close your eyes and take a deep breath. a promise is a promise and though itâs nerve racking, you want to prove that even though youâre a strange creature in his eyes, youâll stick to your word.
ây-yes.â you nod with a nervous smile.
excitement litters his face as he moves to lie on his stomach, tail playfully tapping against the shallow puddle of water beneath.
you tentatively and somewhat embarrassedly get into position, with your legs bent on either side of his head and leaning on your elbows to watch what he does.
you attempt to take deep, steady breaths as he gently pushes your thighs apart with warm hands.
shakily, you let them part ways, allowing him to push them as far apart as they go until you feel the subtle burn of the stretch. itâs really not his fault, heâs likely completely unaware of how far your legs can push apart.
you canât help but imagine how startling this sight would be if someone were to stumble upon it. he then pulls at the material of the gusset of your swimsuit with confusion, making your abdomen gently flinch.
âis this connect to you?â he looks up at you. it seems heâs asking if your swimsuit is similar to his scales that cover his slit.
âno, i can take it off.â you utter shyly before simply pulling it to the side so he can see your pussy.
immediately his eyes widen and he leans in so close that you can feel his breath fan over your twitching folds.
youâre aware heâs likely never seen a humans genitalia before and has nothing to compare yours to but it doesnât stop you from growing self conscious under his stare.
âlike me?â he asks, blinking up at you with furrowed brows. heâs attempting to ask if you have a cock that comes out of your slit as well, though your slit does look very different than his.
ân-no, no. itâs just a.. hole.â you explain, humiliated, blushing, and gripping the sand to cope with the embarrassing words.
âwhat is this bump?â he questions, pointing at your twitching clit, fingertip only breaths away from making contact.
âumâ mating.. tool?â you cringe at your choice of words but he chirps a hum as if understandingâ though you arenât sure how much he could possibly understand form your poor explanation.
âtouch?â he asks, not taking his eyes away from your slit. he doesnât miss the way your âmating toolâ spasms when he speaks.
you gulp and close your eyes with a sharp exhale through your nose, trying to collect yourself and your naughty urges.
âwhy?â
âto see more,â he explains, âso compact.â you can tell heâs referring to the way your outer lips keep your inner lips closed to an extent in this position.
âo-okay,â you nod, watching him like a hawk as he reaches out and pulls one of your outer lips to the side, making your folds straighten out on that side. it allows for a peek into your clenching chasm and it only intrigues him further, squinting his eyes to look into your hole.
âsmells yummy,â he whines out, causing your pussy to clench around nothing and slowly leak a bit of arousal. you bite back a moan at his unintentional compliment.
âa-are you done?â you gulp, hoping he doesnât question your slick leaking out.
âthis is your mating hole?â he refers to your pussy and you bite into your bottom lip, mind racing with ideas of âmatingâ with the beautiful creature in front of you and how it would work.
ây-yes,â you stutter, breathy.
âyou have mated before?â he asks, gaze flickering up at you and gently letting go of your lips. it takes everything within you not to laugh at his question, heâs basically asking if youâre a virgin.
âno, have you?â you turn his question back on him with a small smile.
âno, thatâs for life long mate,â he admits with a matching smile, leaning in and licking an affectionate stripe up your inner thigh.
you gasp pathetically in pleasure and your thighs clench, making you quickly cover your pussy with your bottoms once again in fear of your urges pushing this experience too far before you know it.
âo-okay no more.â
he frowns a bit at the sight of your covered pussy and gently pushes back into the water to submerge more comfortably.
you settle into a criss crossed position after scooting closer until the water reaches your waist.
âthank you for showing me, you are interesting,â he coos with a smile, gently lifting a dripping finger to brush it down your cheek, making you shiver.
you exhale slowly and lean into his touch. âwill i see you again?â
he suddenly seems as though he has an idea or remembered one, face lighting up.
âi be backâwait,â he voices briefly before turning and diving into the water so fast that youâd have missed it if you blinked.
you canât help but furrow your brows and reach out to the ocean in fear that he might never come backâ even in spite of his words. but a few moments later, he re-emerges, making you exhale in relief. he seems to have brought you a large white shell.
âwatch,â he coos, keeping eye contact with you as he brings it to his lips and blows. a beautiful sound comes out of the shell, inducing a peaceful tranquil feeling deep within causing you to light up with awe.
âyou call and i come,â he explains softly, wrapping your hands around the shell like itâs a precious gift.
your heart flutters at his words and the feeling of his hands around yours, eyebrows twitching in a pout when he lets go.
the sun suddenly sets below the ocean and now itâs his turn to pout. âi must go.â
and just like that, he kisses the back of your hand before escaping back into the dark ocean, leaving you to wonder when youâll see him again.
âââââ-
i am so in love with mermaid satoru bye
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Lumberjack ! Logan secretly love being pampered and spoiled by his girlfriend but is too shy to admit it
oh absolutely, honey! đ
he'll daydream alllll day at the yard about comin' home to you & you running your nails through his hair, scratching and tugging while kissing his cheeks. and he'll blush, too! swinging his axe with the gratifying chop and thinking about his girl waiting for him at home áŻáĄŁđŠ
on days where you needed the pick-up, mainly to run to the farmer's market down the way for dinner, you'll pick him up from the yard. and ohhhh boy the looks logan gets when the other workers see a pretty little thing like you pulling up for him. and logan absolutely eats it upâ loves knowing his pretty girl, so loving and doting, bordering obsessed with him, is the object of every mans dreams. if anyone dares to tease him for the sudden pep in his step as he almost jogs to you in the car, the glare they recieve will be deadly before logan shifts his eyeline back to you with a soft smileâ only reserved for you <3
everyday when he comes home from work, there's a warm lavendar bath ready, and his favorite soft sweats warm from the dryer. the first time you drew him the bath, he fiddled with the soft pebbles of lavendar asking himself "what the fuck is this?" when you left the room for a moment to grab him a fluffy towel.
he was skeptical of being lovedâ never too quick to let his guard down. but when he finally sat in the tub? long, tanned limbs relaxing in the warm water that smelled sooo nice & relaxing? his shoulders dropping with content and his eyes fluttering shut? you washing his hair and telling him about your day? "oh god" he prays to himself "never take me away from her, not even for a second, i won't be able to bear it"
and for a more silly approach, you do a sweet little cucumber face mask on logan during the winter months; shelled up in your cozy home as the snow rages on. his eyes peacefully closed as you sit on his tummy, massaging his face gently as he runs his hands up & down your hips and thighs. a sudden knock at the window reveals one of logan's friendly coworkers, coming to drop off the coat logan left at the sight earlier that day.
and this coworker pauses his sentence in mild shock to stare at this 6'2, mean-eyed hairy lumberjack with green fluff on his face and freshly moisturized lips. and all logan can say is "you tell anyone and i'll fuckin' kill you, i swear to god i will" to which you'll turn, all hurt, "you don't like the mask, baby?" and logan'll backtrack so genuinely "no, no baby, i do. 's nice and cooling, like you said. just don't want this dipshit thinkin' i'll do anything wild like this for anyone but my girl"
and when his buddy leaves, head falling back in laughter, logan doesn't even find himself caring so much. especially not when you lay him back down, face now clean of the mask, and slooooowly start massaging his biceps.
"love my girl. love my sweet girl. take such good care'a me, pup, 'm so grateful" he'll coo as he starts to fall asleep after a long day's workâ completely content, completely in love, only mildly ashamed of how much he needs you :(((
"I only tried to kill you because I love you. Why are you making this weird?"
â¤ď¸ Synopsis. He was sent to assassinate the strongest archangelâswift, clean, no loose ends. Instead, he found a trembling, wide-eyed crybaby who sobbed uncontrollably when she accidentally stepped on a flower⌠and now heâs questioning if killing her or marrying her would be the greater sin.
⥠Book 4. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.
⥠Pairing. Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy x Esper! Angel! Fem. Reader
⥠Headcanons. Mission: Assassinate. Problem: Sheâs a Dumbass - Part 1
⥠Word Count. 5,769
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has spent millennia in the shadows, serving as the Demon Kingâs most lethal operative. He was a ghost in the battlefield, a legend in the underworld. No job was too brutal, no target too innocent. He was the executioner of nations, the nightmare whispered among desperate prayers.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has infiltrated kingdoms, toppled empires, and danced on the edge of war with nothing but precision and a smirk. Assassination, sabotage, psychological warfareâhe was a master of them all. A being so deeply entwined in darkness that even demons feared him.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was given his final missionâhunt down an esper archangel. Not just any archangel. You. An anomaly among Heavenâs finest. One of the strongest executioners they had, yetâŚ
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who spent months tracking you, observing you, expecting a ruthless warrior, a divine enforcer of order and justice. What he found instead was a tiny, emotional crybaby. A woman who cried over a crushed ant on the sidewalk.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had once brought ruin to an entire celestial legion without flinching, now watchingâdumbfoundedâas you knelt on the ground, fat tears rolling down your cheeks, cradling the lifeless body of an insect like it was a fallen comrade.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who followed you through city streets and holy sanctuaries, waiting for the moment you would switch, reveal the cold-blooded executioner the reports had spoken of. Instead, he found you screaming at a butterfly that landed on your shoulder.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had tortured kings into submission and broken minds beyond repair, now watching as you performed emergency healing magic on a pigeon with a broken wing.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who thought this mission would be a challenge. Instead, he was left wondering if Heaven had made a mistake. Surely, they werenât serious. This trembling, overgrown childâthis emotional wreckâwas an archangel?
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had anticipated battle but was now stuck in the most ridiculous surveillance of his life. You were either the greatest con artist he had ever seen⌠or just an idiot.
â ââââąŕźşâŻâ°âŻŕźťâ°ââââ
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had studied countless profiles, memorized every report, and prepared himself for battle against a cold, unyielding executioner. Instead, he was now watching you collapse to your knees in the middle of the street, hands trembling, eyes wide with unshed tears.
What happened? Assassination attempt? Divine revelation? Some kind of cosmic disturbance?
No. You just watched a little kid drop their ice cream cone.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stands on the rooftop, utterly baffled as youâan archangel, a celestial executionerâwipe your tears aggressively, approach the sobbing child, and buys him a whole new ice cream while still crying harder he is.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you tear up over every single injustice in the universe, big or small. A beggar in the street? Crying. A stray dog looking hungry? Crying. Some flowers wilting in the summer heat? Crying and aggressively watering them while muttering apologies under your breath.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who starts thinking, Alright, maybe sheâs just too empathetic. A weak point. Thatâs useful.
Then he watches you have a full-on emotional breakdown in a bookstore.
"Why?" a passing customer asks, watching you clutch a novel to your chest like it personally betrayed you.
"It'sâitâs justâthe main characterâs so lonely," you hiccup, voice wobbly, "and the author said theyâre not getting a sequelâsoâso theyâll always be alone. FOREVER."
The customer backs away. The employees are scared. The cashier is scared.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decides Alright, sheâs emotionally weak, this will be easy.
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⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you cradled the tiny, lifeless bug in your hands, your face contorted in absolute devastation, tears streaming down your cheeks like a busted faucet.
"Iâm so sorryâ!! I didnât see you! You were so tiny! Oh noâ!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stared in utter disbelief as you attempted to perform HEALING MAGIC on the poor insect. A caterpillar.
"Please, please, you were just trying to be a butterfly somedayâ!!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had tortured warlords without blinking, now watching you hyperventilate over a bug with the emotional stability of a shattered teacup.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who followed you for days, expectingâhopingâthis was a one-time occurrence. It was not.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, the very next day, saw you in the middle of a park, absolutely losing your mind over a bird with an injured leg.
"OH NOâwho did this to you?! WHO WOULD HURT YOUâ?!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew, for a fact, that no one had âhurtâ the birdâit probably just landed wrong. But there you were, on your knees, gently wrapping its tiny leg with a glowing, ethereal light, like a medieval doctor mourning a fallen soldier.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who listened in horrified fascination as you whispered encouragement to the damn pigeon.
"Youâre going to be okay, I promiseâjust hold on, little guy, youâre so strong, youâre so braveâ!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, at this point, was beginning to suspect he was being pranked by Heaven.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, a few days later, found you sitting alone in a garden, staring at the sky with glassy eyes, tears pooling and dripping down your cheeks like some kind of tragic painting.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who actually, for a split second, thought something serious might have happened. Maybe some celestial catastrophe. Maybe an apocalyptic prophecy. Maybeâ
"The sun looks so lonely today."
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who felt his soul leave his body.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched you dissolve into another emotional breakdown over the sun. The actual sun.
"Heâs always shining for everyone, but does anyone ever ask if heâs okay? Does anyone ever tell him heâs doing a good job?!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was now convinced that you were either the most compassionate being in existence or a cosmic mistake.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, the next week, had the misfortune of witnessing yet another crisis. This time, it was over a fucking fish.
"WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME FISH CAN DROWN?! THEY LIVE IN THE WATERâHOW DOES THIS EVEN HAPPEN?!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who genuinely considered breaking his cover just to slap some sense into you.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was used to angels being cold, merciless creatures, wielding divine judgment like a blade, who knew firsthand how ruthless and terrifying they were in battleâand yet. And yet. Here you were, crying into your hands because some random goldfish didnât get enough oxygen.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was beginning to think you were not a divine warrior but some sort of overgrown, emotionally unstable child when he caught you having a full-blown existential crisis over a dead goldfish in a pond.
"The world is cruel⌠Life is so fleeting⌠This poor soul never got to experience loveâŚ"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had never in his entire life questioned the nature of Heavenâuntil now.
â ââââąŕźşâŻâ°âŻŕźťâ°ââââ
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided, after much careful observation, that he simply had to mess with you.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was, at this moment, watching you tremble like a little kitten in a thunderstorm just because he greeted you.
"Oh, did I scare you? My apologies," he said smoothly, tilting his head with the perfect balance of charm and professionalism.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite knowing how skittish you were, was not expecting you to jump like youâd been struck by lightning.
"Oh! U-Uhm! No! No, not at all, haha! I was justâuhâthinking! Very deeply! I-I do that! I think! A lot!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who almost choked on his own spit.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had flawlessly assumed the guise of a wise, mature traveling angel, a divine messenger of Heaven, just to see how you would react.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was not prepared for how much of an absolute dumbass you were.
"You seem troubled, little one," he mused, tone light, gentle. "Is something the matter?"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was expecting you to be skeptical, wary, cautiousâmaybe even silently calculating. Thatâs how real executioners behaved.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, instead, watched you absolutely malfunction.
"M-Matter? Uh, no! Nope! No, Iâm totally fine! Super fine! Everythingâs great, haha!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew, for a fact, that nothing in your life was ever fine because you had the emotional resilience of wet tissue paper.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, just for fun, leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.
"Are you sure? You seem... tense."
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who nearly lost his composure when your entire soul left your body.
"IâIâM NOT TENSE! THIS IS JUSTâJUST HOW I STAND!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who could feel your distress radiating off you like heatwaves in the desert.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite all logic, was deeply entertained.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided to test something.
"You must be busy," he said with a practiced, knowing smile. "A powerful executioner such as yourself surely has many important duties."
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you completely blanked out.
"Uhmâ!! Yes!! I do!! Manyâuhâimportant duties!! Very important! Super important!!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew you were lying because not even five minutes ago you had been feeding ducks and crying because one of them didnât like your breadcrumbs.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who let his smirk widen ever so slightly.
"Ah, of course. You must be so fearsome on the battlefield."
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who swore he saw you twitch at that.
"Uh, haha! Yes! Fearsome! Thatâsâuhâthatâs me!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who narrowed his eyes just slightly.
"And yet," he said smoothly, "you seem so... gentle."
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had expected some flustered response, maybe more awkward stammering, but insteadâ
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you shut down completely.
Your whole body went rigid. Your eyes, which had been darting around in panic, lowered to the ground. Your hands, which had been fidgeting, went still.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who noticed the way you instinctively withdrew, like a turtle retreating into its shell.
"Iâum. IâI try," you mumbled.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who immediately took note of the shift.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realized that, with other people, you werenât the same emotional wreck you were when alone.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, for the first time, saw the differenceâhow you werenât loud, or animated, or dramatic. Instead, you were reserved. Shy. Almost small.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, in that moment, realized something incredibly important.
You had no idea he had been watching you all this time.
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⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite being an unholy monster with millennia of experience, is absolutely baffled by your sheer levels of dumbassery.
"Ah, little one, have you been well?"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as your entire body seizes up like a malfunctioning automaton.
"UhâuhmâIâyes! No! Wait! Uhhhâ"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is fascinated as you go through all five stages of grief just trying to answer a basic question.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches, in real time, as your brain completely blue-screens.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decides to test the limits of your dumbassery.
"You dropped your halo," he says smoothly.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is, in fact, staring directly at your perfectly intact halo floating above your head.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who almost chokes when you actually look down.
"OH NOâwaitâhuhâwhereâ?! W-WAITâ"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you frantically pat your head like a person who just realized they lost their glasses while they were wearing them.
"OHâOH! HAHA! YOUâYOU MEANT AS A JOKE! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who does not laugh because he knows damn well you actually fell for it.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had to suppress the urge to pat your head and tell you to go sit in a corner so your brain could cool down.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided to change tactics.
"You seem nervous around me," he observed.
"WhâWHAT? ME? N-NERVOUS? NO!!!" you screeched, tripping over absolutely nothing and nearly face-planting into the dirt.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who actually reached out on instinct to steady you because there was a very real chance you would break your neck from your own stupidity.
"Be careful," he murmured, steadying you with ease.
Your eyes went comically wide. Your entire body locked up. Your wings fluffed up like a startled pigeon.
"IâIâIâ!!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched in morbid fascination as you immediately entered critical system failure.
"U-UHâIâI NEED TO GOâI HAVE TOâTOâUMâUHâ" you flailed, pointing in a random direction.
"You donât even know where youâre pointing," he deadpanned.
"YES I DO!!" you shouted, before turning and sprinting straight into a tree.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who just stood there, watching as you sat on the ground, holding your head, actually tearing up from the impact.
"Why does nature hate me..." you whimpered.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had to turn away because he was genuinely about to laugh.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has come to a very serious, very terrifying conclusion.
You werenât just an idiot.
You were his idiot now.
â ââââąŕźşâŻâ°âŻŕźťâ°ââââ
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has successfully manipulated archangels beforeâexcept, apparently, you.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who finds you, yet again, in your usual spot: sitting in a sunlit patch of grass, surrounded by tiny animals, looking like an absolute dumbass.
"Oh no, little guy!! Iâm so sorryâ!!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, out of morbid curiosity, watches as you cradle a worm in your hands, crying.
"I didnât see you! IâI stepped too closeâ!! Iâm so sorryâ!!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realizes youâre literally apologizing to a worm.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who listens as you frantically try to comfort the worm, your tiny wings drooping.
"Donât worry, Iâll take you home! Itâs okayâlook, Iâll find some dirt!!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has to look away for a second to compose himself because there is no way youâre a real person.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who finally steps closer and casually clears his throat.
You freeze.
Your wings fluff up.
Your grip on the worm tightens in panic.
"IâUHHHâ"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches in slow motion as you panic so hard you accidentally crush the worm in your hands.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stands in stunned silence as you stare at your hands.
"âOH NOOOOOOOOâ!!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is now watching a supposedly infamous, deadly archangel sob over a worm murder that was entirely your fault.
"IâI DIDNâT MEAN TOâ!! IâM A MONSTERâ!!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who honestly canât believe youâre the same person responsible for massacring entire demon battalions.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who kneels down beside you, resting his elbow on his knee, chin in his hand, as he watches you have an actual existential crisis.
"Youâre taking this surprisingly hard for an executioner," he comments dryly.
"I KNOWâ!!" you wail.
"âŚYou kill things for a living."
"I KNOWWWWWWWâ!!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who observes as you dramatically clutch your chest like youâre in a soap opera, absolutely devastated.
"He had a family, probablyâ!! Oh, theyâll never know what happened to himâ!!"
"âŚHe was a worm."
"He had a LIFEâ!!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who suddenly, violently wants to laugh.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who smirks instead, tilting his head slightly.
"Youâre⌠quite different from other archangels," he muses.
You sniffle, rubbing your eyes, entirely missing the way heâs analyzing your every reaction.
"Uhm⌠I guess so�"
"You keep to yourself a lot. I never see you with the others."
You immediately shrink into yourself.
You hesitate.
Thenâquickly, too quicklyâ"I just like animals more!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who definitely caught that.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who notices that, for all your loud, emotional outbursts, you immediately close off when it comes to actual emotional vulnerability.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who sees, firsthand, how you can cry for a worm, but when asked about yourself, you physically retreat.
"âŚThat so?" he hums, watching as you nod, forcing an innocent little smile.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who suddenly has the urge to rip apart whatever or whoever made you this way.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as you return to your animals, playing it off like nothing happened.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realizesâfor all your emotions, for all your softnessâyouâre still untouchable.
And for the first time in a long time,
He wants to break something.
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⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is currently sitting in a field, surrounded by rabbits, staring at you.
"So," he says casually, leaning back on his elbows. "Youâre really not gonna let me in, huh?"
You freeze.
Your hands are trembling as you feed a baby squirrel. Youâre clearly nervous.
And yet, somehow, somehow, you still keep him at armâs length.
You. A literal dumbass.
"Iâum." You fidget, eyes darting. "WhâWhat do you meanâ??"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has pulled every psychological trick in the book, and you still wonât let him get close.
You donât treat him like an enemy. You donât suspect him. You trust him.
And yet, you hold back.
"Itâs just interesting," he drawls, watching your every microexpression. "Youâre gullible. An open book. But somehow, I get the feeling youâre still keeping secrets from me."
You flinch.
He notices.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has literally not once failed at worming his way into someoneâs head.
Except you.
"I-I donât know what you mean," you stammer, avoiding his gaze, ears turning red.
Youâre lying.
Youâre a terrible liar.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is watching the most naive, clueless, pure-hearted idiot outplay him without even realizing it.
And it is infuriating.
"You trust me, donât you?" He tilts his head. "Weâre friends, arenât we?"
You nod quickly.
"Of course!!"
"Then why do I feel like you donât actually trust me?"
You panic.
"IâI do!!" you insist, flapping your hands like an idiot. "I promise!!"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as you try so hard to sound convincing, but your whole body is screaming RUN.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has manipulated angels into betraying their own and demons into tearing themselves apartâwho is currently being held at emotional gunpoint by the single dumbest creature he has ever met.
And he hates it.
He should have had you wrapped around his finger by now.
But no.
No.
Somehow, despite your gullibility, despite your literal childlike stupidity, you still wonât let him past the gate.
Heâs been playing this game for centuries.
And youâa stammering, nervous wreck of an angelâare winning.
And the worst part?
You donât even realize it.
â ââââąŕźşâŻâ°âŻŕźťâ°ââââ
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has tried everything.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has played every card.
Friendship? That was his first strategy. Heâs patient. Gentle. Maybe youâre just naturally slow to warm up.
Courting? Not that he ever needed to court beforeâusually, people just fall into his hands like dumb birds, but fine. Flowers. Chivalry. All that romance novel bullshit.
Casual intimacy? A guiding hand on the small of your back. A lingering gaze. Nothing. You blink at him like a confused rat.
Damsel-in-distress bait? He faked getting wounded, and you CRIED. Not because you cared about him, but because, âOh no!! I donât know how to help!! Iâoh!!â then proceeded to panic and pray over him like a lunatic.
Making you jealous? HAH. Good luck. He might as well have been flirting with a lamp post.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has used every manipulation tactic known to man, demon, and celestial alike.
And nothing.
Youâre still keeping him at armâs length.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy tried being friendly. Heâs tried being charming. Heâs tried mirroring your emotions, slipping into your comfort zone, weaving himself into your world like an invisible thread.
Heâs tried being patient.
Heâs tried being persistent.
Heâs tried being so damn likable that even an angel as dumb and naive as you should have fallen for it by now.
Youâwho trusts too easily. Youâwho gets emotionally attached to anything that breathes.
And still, you wonât let him in.
Itâs maddening.
Itâs infuriating.
Itâsâ
"âhuh?"
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy sees you.
And for the first time in centuries, something twists in his chest like a knife.
You're with someone.
A human.
A priest.
Some lowly, weak, insignificant little human priest.
And youâyou, the dumbass crybaby archangel who canât even hold a normal conversation without looking like you're about to malfunctionâare blushing.
Blushing.
Youâre fidgeting.
Youâre stammering.
Youâre looking away, your hands twitching like you donât know what to do with them.
Like some nervous, inexperienced girlâ
Like some lovesick littleâ
His entire body locks up.
For the first time, ⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy feels something cold crawl down his spine.
Itâs not rage.
Itâs not jealousy.
Itâs something worse.
"âŚWhat?"
He doesnât reveal himself.
He doesnât move.
He watches.
And his world tilts.
âŚâ§âŚâ§
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who never thought he'd hesitate. Not once in his long, blood-soaked life.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knows that patience is the sharpest knife. And he has been so patient with you.
So whyâwhy nowâdoes he hesitate?
Youâre with him. That human priest.
Youâre laughing softly. Smiling. Youâre speaking in a voice heâs never heard beforeâquiet, gentle, uncertain. Your hands are fidgeting, your eyes darting down, nervous, awkward. The same way you are with him, but⌠different. Softer.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy has never seen you like this.
Youâwho cry over dead bugs, who sob over spilled milk, who trip over your own feet and wail like the sky is falling.
Youâwho hide your hands when they shake, who clasp them in your lap and bite your lip and tremble when you think no one is looking.
Youâwho have never let your guard down around him.
But youâre doing it now.
Voluntarily.
With him.
Not with him.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy doesnât move. Doesnât interrupt. Doesn't step forward and tease you, doesnât mock you for being such a damn fool, doesnât rip that moment apart just to see you squawk and flail and cry about it later.
Because for the first time, ⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy is feeling something he doesnât want to analyze.
And for the first time in his existence, he doesnât pull the trigger when the shot is perfect.
âŚâ§âŚâ§
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought he understood you better than anyone.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has seen you at your absolute worstâcrying, sniffling, wailing over nonsense like a broken teacup, tripping over absolutely nothing, and somehow managing to be the most powerful archangel while having the IQ of a concussed pigeon.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knows exactly how to make you flustered, exactly how to get under your skin, exactly how to make you sputter and cry and stomp your feet in frustration like some bratty little dove.
So whyâwhy, in all the hells and heavensâdo you look like that right now?
Youâre sitting there, staring off into space, with that blank, dumbass look on your face, the one he normally loves because it means youâre about to say something so outrageously stupid that it takes him hours to recover from laughing.
But nowânow itâs different.
Youâre airheaded, but⌠soft. Dreamy. Like youâre lost in some private little world.
Like youâre thinking about someone.
Like youâre thinking about him.
And not him.
His jaw clenches.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who doesnât visit you today. Doesnât tease you, doesnât push you, doesnât press himself into your space just to watch you squirm.
He watches instead.
Watches the way your fingers fidget, playing with the hem of your sleeve.
Watches the way your lips twitch into a faint, dopey little smile.
Watches the way you look down, lost in thought, looking just a little too damn pretty.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who feels something dark and wrong coil in his gut.
Something tight. Something ugly. Something that makes his fingers twitch, that makes his vision blur, that makes his instincts scream at him to move, move, move.
For the first time, he doesnât feel like teasing you.
For the first time, he doesnât feel like playing.
Because for the first time, he wants to rip something apart.
â ââââąŕźşâŻâ°âŻŕźťâ°ââââ
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who never considered himself an emotional man.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who could lie, deceive, infiltrate, kill, and walk away without a single flicker of regret.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought you were a game. A pretty little idiot, a skittish dove, something fragile to toy with, to break, to keep.
So why did he feel this when he saw you looking at someone else like that?
When he saw you sitting there, hands folded, eyes soft, looking at a mortal like he was the sun and you were some pathetic flower desperate for warmth?
Something in his mind snapped.
Because he knows you.
Knows that youâre not even close with your own kind.
Knows that you keep everyone at a distance, keep him at a distance.
And yet, this manâthis humanâwas enough for you to let your guard down?
No.
No, that wouldnât do.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who lets you have your moment. Lets you smile, lets you blush, lets you bask in the illusion of safety.
Because it makes the punishment so much sweeter.
You freeze.
You go utterly still.
The morning dew clings to the leaves, the usual creatures that keep you company have gone silent, and the air feels wrong.
Your usual quiet sanctuary, the place where you retreat to, where you nurse wounded animals and rest your weary little heart, has been defiled.
By him.
The body is still warm.
Still fresh.
A human man, kind eyes forever frozen in horror, his blood staining the soft grass at your feet.
His throat slit, precise and surgical.
No mess, no evidence of struggle, no lingering aura of a fight.
Because there wasnât one.
Because he didnât stand a chance.
And beside the corpse, placed deliberately, something just for youâ
A single white feather.
Your own.
Plucked straight from your wing.
You donât have to turn around to know whoâs watching you.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy whoâs always watching you.
And for the first time, he doesnât tease.
Doesnât smirk.
Doesnât laugh.
Just stares, dark eyes fixed on you from the shadows, waiting for your reaction.
Waiting to see if you finally understand.
â ââââąŕźşâŻâ°âŻŕźťâ°ââââ
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has seen a lot of things in his lifetime. Who has danced with death more times than he can count, slipped into places he shouldnât be, and walked out without a single scratch.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who thought he knew you.
The blubbering idiot. The naĂŻve, nervous little thing that could barely hold eye contact with him. The jittery archangel who cried at the sight of a scraped knee and spoke like a lost child.
So whyâŚ
Why was he bleeding?
The knife had nearly gone through his throat.
Nearly.
Had he been just a second slower, had his instincts been just a fraction duller, he wouldâve been dead.
And it wasnât just a lucky hit.
That was an execution. A professional one.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who immediately distances himself, eyes flickering with something sharp, something excited, something deadly. His pulse pounds in his ears, not from fearâbut from the thrill.
He watches as you stand there, emotionless, cold, your usual trembling gone, your meekness stripped away like it never existed.
Then you speak.
Clear. Calculated. Ruthless.
Reciting the laws of Heaven like a well-trained executioner, syllables precise and absolute, each word carrying the weight of divine judgment.
You do not raise your voice.
You do not hesitate.
You do not flinch.
"Article 7, Section 12 of the Divine Mandates: Any entity that slaughters an innocent in sanctified ground shall be purged immediately. No trial. No exceptions."
The blade glints in the light as you move againâsilent. Merciless.
And heâheâfor the first time in a long, long whileâ
Is caught off guard.
âŚâ§âŚâ§
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought your trembling, nervous hands were a sign of weakness. Who thought your skittish glances and teary eyes were just proof that you were a fragile little thingâone that needed his protection.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is now locked in combat with you, and there is nothing weak about you.
Not the way you moveâsilent, ruthless, every strike calculated, every parry a death sentence in disguise. Not the way you reactâno emotion, no hesitation, just pure, unrelenting precision.
Not the way you donât mourn the body he left for you.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who sees no grief in your expression, no sadness, not even anger.
Just a switch.
Cold. Unfeeling.
Mechanical in its execution.
This is the one they call Judge Executioner.
He tests a counterattackâquick, a feint to throw you off.
You donât fall for it. You donât fall for anything.
You only strike.
And itâs him or you.
For the first time, he knowsâ
This isnât a hunt.
This is a trial.
And he is the one being judged.
âŚâ§âŚâ§
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has always loved the sound of his own voice, especially when itâs pissing someone off.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who grins through the taste of iron in his mouth, laughing as he dodges the edge of your blade by a hair.
âDamn, sweetheart. Didnât know you liked it rough.â
No response.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tries again, cocky and teasing, side-stepping your next attack with ease.
âWhat? No cute little stutters today? Not even aâoof, okay, ow, that was close, fuckâbabe?â
Still nothing.
No reaction. No irritation. No nothing.
Not even when he calls you babe.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, for the first time, realizes heâs not fighting you.
Heâs fighting it.
The machine. The executioner. The law given form.
Not the nervous wreck who used to flinch when he got too close. Not the bumbling idiot who tripped over their own feet when trying to run away from him.
This? This thing in front of him?
It doesnât care.
And worseâ
It doesnât listen.
âŚâ§âŚâ§
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who dodges another one of your brutal strikes, grinning through the burn of a fresh cut on his cheek.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who huffs out a laugh, flicking the blood off his blade as he dances just out of reach.
âDamn, sweetheart. You always this rough with your best friends?â
No reaction.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who twirls his dagger between his fingers, watching for even the slightest shift in your expression.
âCold. Really cold.â He clicks his tongue, tilting his head with a smirk. âKinda hot, though. You wanna roleplay or somethinâ? You know, âcause if you wanted toâ"
You donât even hesitate, your next attack slicing through the air like a guillotine.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who laughs, who wheezes as he barely avoids having his head lobbed off.
âOh, câmon, youâre breaking my heart here.â
He ducks. You aim higher. He feints. You donât fall for it.
âNot even a little blush? No shaky hands? Nothing?â
Still. Nothing.
Not even a flicker of recognition in your eyes.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who feels something ugly coil in his stomach at that.
Oh.
Oh, he really doesnât like this.
â ââââąŕźşâŻâ°âŻŕźťâ°ââââ
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who exhales sharply, a flicker of amusement curling his lips even as his own wounds ooze fresh blood.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tilts his head, eyes gleaming with amusement as you spit bloodâdark, viscous, taintedâonto the ground between you.
"Finally kicked in, huh? Thought you'd last a little longer."
Odorless poison from the corpse of that deceased bitch.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you stagger but stay upright, eyes narrowed, face pale, but stillâstillâyou donât retreat.
âDamn,â he chuckles, rolling his shoulders despite the pain. âGuess I really outdid myself with that one, huh?â
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tilts his head, gaze flicking to the darkened blood you just spat onto the ground, mixing with the carnage beneath your feet.
âNot gonna lie, sweetheart,â he hums, voice almost gentle as he wipes his own bloody lips, âyou usually bounce back from worse. But me? I tailor-made that poison just for you. Your kind. Angelic regeneration ainât worth shit if the poison was built to devour it.â
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who expects hesitation, maybe a flash of fear in those cold, calculating eyes of yours.
But you donât hesitate. You donât even flinch.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches, fascinated, as you raise your blade again, steady despite the way your body sways.
â...Oh?â
For the first time, he takes a step back.
Not out of fear.
But because heâs starting to realizeâ
Even poisoned. Even wounded. Even with death crawling up your throatâ
You arenât backing down.
You wonât back down.
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who whistles low, both impressed and so, so entertained.
âMan, you really donât know when to quit, do you?â
⥠Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who grins through the blood in his teeth as you raise your weapon again, not even hesitating.
Oh.
Oh, youâre still going to try to kill him.
Even now.
Even dying.
And fuckâhe thinks he might just love you for that.
⥠A/N #1 (Feb 10). Me thinking Sakamoto Days is an apocalypse action series based on the manga covers. Itâs not. Itâs so freaking legit. Basically âThe Way Of The Househusbandâ remastered. âCan I copy your homework?â âOk, but donât make it obvious.â I love both series. Also canât take his younger self seriously, he looks like that one guy from Tokyo Revengers. But seriously, I watched the anime, so legit wahahhahahahaha. So I knew I had to make a story inspired by it. Yes, Iâm recommending it. Watched it in Netflix. A mix of The Way Of The Househusband, Terminator, and One Punch Man. I love it. Also favorite manga is One Punch Man. The humility of MC and satirical plot of OPM are my favorite parts of it. Also... I was supposed to make this into a kinder yandere until I accidentally turned him into basically Tartaglia.
⥠A/N #2 (Mar 24). Yes, I'm resurrecting my old cursed drafts. I still cringe but it's better than letting it sit in the backburner. No. I will not edit this anymore. Unfortunately, I get terribly bored pretty easily.
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Sharkie đŚ
Soul Evans x Black reader
So, everyone has a unique thing about them Blackstar with his tattoo, Kid having weird ass stripes, Crona pink hair and all in between but what always is cool is how soul unique teeth and eye color sure red eyes are cool and all but shark teeth? Who customized him?? And as his girlfriend you love everything about but his teeth just have more love to them ig...
"Soul my pookie bear you eva cut yourself with those teeth of yours?" asking curiously as you cut him off when he was talking about whatever stupid idea him, and Star had.
" First off, not cool to cut off somebody and second when I was a kid it wasn't cool to start bleeding because your own teeth cut your mouth." So sassy...
" But like you know it my favorite part about you ya'know" you said as you get from your set to grab something to drink, Soul nods and then thinks... his teeth out of all his cool personality traits his teeth are your favorite?
" Why my teeth like it not that cool? I got a motorcycle AND I'm like super chill and laid back, like I'm the coolest dude in the school and my teeth is our favorite thing?
You tap your chin looking him over and nod confirming, listen Soul has a lot of things girls would think is cool but think about when you first met him, he seemed pretty dorky.
+ Flashbackkkkk +
' It's hotter than a mothafucka!' I think looking up at the blazing sun laughing his hot rays of heat onto my skin, my meister/ weapon is already breathing heavy, sweating, overall, just miserable. Getting accepted into one of the best weapon/ meister academy is like getting an invite to the grammies once and a lifetime and we were very under dress, being from the south myself this heat was not even trying to spare us ( Glorilla come to mf front!)
Making it to the top of the stair s we both fall to ground
" FINALLY! THANK GAWD" my meister/ weapon Coco (omg who??) said in complete anguish as I hold my knees trying to breath correctly when a girl in pigtail and a dude with spikey hair, a tall ass girl with a ponytail, two twins and a black and white dude comes up to us
" Hi! Welcome to the DWMA, I'm Mak-"
" Girl hold on! Don't you see we finna die right now!?"
" Coco! Don't- Don't be rude!" you say scolding your weapon/ meister for rude to them greeters, you smile at the Maka girl and introduce yourself, " Hi, my names y/n and that's Coco don't worry about her attitude right now, she tired"
" Tired is a understate girl, YOU SAID WE WAS GETTING CHAFFURED HERE!"
" And we did he drove us here all we had to do was walk?"
" Walk my ass we got cooked trying to learn y/n'
Rolling my eyes I ignore Coco complaints and ask about everyone names, one of the twins excitedly introduces herself as Patty and her sister Liz and the guy next to them is Kid, who names they child Kid?? The tall girl introduced herself as Tsubaki and talks about this Blackstar dude who to me seems to be invisible but never mind that and lastly the guy with spike hair said his name is Soul, Like I said Kid and Soul like emo is an understatement. Maka asks about what weapon class are we and we say we're a part of a man named Professor Stein class right now, she says we're in their class and we start walking into the school.
" Coco girl we made itt" We both squeal together holding hands in awe of how big the school is and listening to the group talk about how the DWMA works and what the classes do, when Soul starts talking I notice pointy things in his mouth and I squint my eyes and poke Coco to pay attention, Coco looks at me and him and starts looking too and the rudest things she did points it out
" What are you staring at him for? You think he cute or som- OW!
" Thats what you get for being rude I'm telling to pay attention instead of looking at the mirror" I say calming and he just smirks, HE HAS SHARK TEETH! Gasping I tell Coco to look, and she stares and gasps back
" OMG! Your like some of those shark people! Like off of Naruto"
" I was thinking more off of Spongebob the dude who was trying to Kill Spongebob?"
The excited twin blurts out his name and we look it up agreeing, he rolls his eyes and checks Coco back calling out her being tired after walking up some stairs
" OH! Well excuse me y/n? He insulted me!"
" You said he looks like he off spongebob I'd do the same thing"
" Nuh uh! I said his teeth!"
It's been about three months since our first day at the DWMA and things been pretty cool besides us having a run in with a demon sword and Soul almost bleeding out the school been cool, and we've gained some friends and some enemies, but I think I've been gaining more than a friend with one of the group members; Soul and I have been talking a lot 1-on-1 about random things and every time we part ways I run to Coco giggling about every little thing like when we took a ride on his motorcycle and we had like an almost unofficial official date and when he got my a copy of his headband but with my name and all things I like on there. Coco keeps telling me to confess and all but what if he doesn't like me like that? Like I know I'm a bad bitch but what if I'm not a baddie but a baddie that happens to be his friend? I constantly think about that, and it's put on a tiny strain on me and Soul's relationship.
Today Soul texted me about meeting up for a casual hangout away from the group and for the past ten minutes me and Coco looking for outfits and we found the perfect outfit, after fixing my hair and doing a 5-minute face Soul texts me he's outside. Getting out my dorm there he is checking his phone, and he smirks saying I took long enough, and we ride to our regular spot an arcade with a lot of pinball machines and fair games, hours of fun later we landed ourselves walking around Death City, our conversation switching from things like classes to missions to even crushes.
" So, you got a crush on anyone?" Soul asks and I laugh it off saying not really, walking in silence I look up to Soul staring at me a bit
" What?" I say giggling and he chuckles a bit saying I'm very giddy today which isn't out of the usual, but he wants to know why.
" Well I started to think I mayyy have a crush a somebody" He gets silent but still asks who.
" Well, he pretty funny, cool hair a bit, got a nice voice and -"
" KID! The guy with stripes is your crush!?"
" NO!"
" Oh- continue" turning his head away from my face and I laugh it off his concerned tone and continuted listing all the qualities this crush of mines has
" Oh! and he's pretty dorky always saying cool and walking funny it almost like he trying to impress someone " with my eyes landing onto him with each word his red eyes largen and he asks is it him and with a smile I nod and grab his hand as he gloats on how he knew all along and in his words ' Wanted you to confess first' yeah right...
" So, what do you think he seems pretty nice huh?" He smirks and wraps an arms around my shoulder and nods, walking me to dorm and leaving with a kiss a cheek.
+ Flashback over +
Laughing a bit at the memory of how we met I slide over to Soul who now playing some videogame and sit beside him playing with his hair and watching him play, " You were pretty dorky when we started dating" I comment poking his cheek and he groans at the memory telling him to never remind of his "uncool" actions again. Talking about he couldnt beileve still how his best attrabute to me is his teeth.
" Well it ain't your style"
" I have great style! This is the epitomy of the best fashion sense"
" A leather jacket isnt fashion Soul"
" Who says? YOU? Wearing navy in the summer?"
Gasping at his diss to my last date outfit I hit him over the head with a pillow repeatdly telling him to take it back, after a pillow and a quick talk about our favorite things about eachother I began to think of one last question, Did Soul the self proclaimed coolest dude alive BITE someone?
" Hey I got one more question"
" Yes, in the pool as a kid I'd act like a shark"
" um... thank you for that confession but I didn't say that
" oh... then no I didn't act like a vampire-"
" Did you ever bite someone"
... Complete silence as Soul stared at me weirdly and tried to run away from the question and being yourself you obviously tried to pry it out of him
" Cmonnn it's not that bad! Coco even did it!"
" Coco has the brain of a rabid animal so it checks out"
And for the past 10 minutes you ask crazy question and all Soul doesn't is gives you a look or ask you the same question. And Maka sitting in her room a few feet over thinks about telling you about the time when soul bit Blackstars ankle during a fight... but that for another time
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Hi can I request yandere soul eater squad hcs please separate
if thatâs to many requests then yandere black star , Tsubaki , Kid and Soul , Maka is fine pleaseđ
Tw: Yandere themes, possessive relationship, obsession, clinginess, delusional behavior, stalking, manipulation, blackmailing, isolation, abduction, death
C-Group Hcâs Maka Albarn
đâFrom all the people surrounding her, Maka is by far the most mature one which allows her to appear fairly normal within the context of her own developing obsession. As a person who is fairly in tune with her own emotions, she catches on pretty early on her developing feelings and feels the guilt almost immediately. Maka is very self-aware and after having grown up realising just how depraved her own father is whenever he is around other women, she has sworn herself to be like her mother. It is this oath that she made to herself all those years ago that heightens the shame tenfold as she feels like she has failed and become just as low as her father is with her only solace being that at least she seems to only have space for you in her thoughts. Overwhelmed and unsure how to handle her growing feelings, Maka avoids you as good as she can. There's a constant strain on her eyes as she does her best to not will herself to glance towards your direction, her feet instantly moving the opposite direction as soon as she spots you. Even if the two of you were close before and her sudden frigid behavior may hurt you, she deems it to be for the best.
đâBehind the curtains she still keeps her eyes out for you though in case you should bring yourself in danger. Another attribute of hers is after all her overprotective instinct and that is subconsciously fueled now that her obsession starts to kick in. Whilst she is conscious of her thought process, it is hard for her to stop her silent need to prove herself, especially since she sometimes feels that only Soul is contributing and she brings nothing to the table. The gnawing feeling of uselessness is a terrible feeling that she is unable to push down as her insecurities catch up to her all because her obsession has made her more susceptible to all sorts of emotions. She wants to be seen as capable, especially by you, but that does lead to her at times as coming over as too demanding and strict with you. She has always prefered studying over playing outside and that preference of hers definitely translates to her obsession. Those study sessions of her are not solely done out of malicious intent though as she instead strives to work on her own self-control and to gain more control over her emotions.
đâMaka handles jealousy better than most of her friends would yet even then she feels like she can do better. Her unwillingness to turn into a depraved individual that is only dictated by desire pushes her to work even harder on her own patience and self-control. Whilst she isn't a person who will be jealous to the point of being irrational, she has a somewhat short temper and tends to snap easily if anything prods her the wrong way. Any spark she notices inside of her and any twitch of her eyebrows is a sign for her that she has still work to do and that she can still do better. The situation would change if the both of you are in an established relationship as she will be fairly confident then. Maybe there is a chance that she at times is slightly paranoid and fears that you may be like her dad, though that fear remains as something that is never proven yet still ingrained in her subconsciousness.
đâAs highly skilled as she is, Maka is not one who craves for brawls as much as people like Black Star would. One can't deny that she is willing to help you and save you in whatever way she can when she realises that there is something that you struggle with yet she is also just as capable to reason with opponents unless she arrives at the conclusion that they won't listen to her. It is likely that at times she may end up being a bit too eager to the point where she is being reckless all because she has that hidden desire to prove herself. In desperate situations it may happen that she subconsciously activates Black Blood's Madness which always exposes a different side of hers. She is much more erratic and violent, downright aggressive as she tries to slice her opponents into half all whilst her mind can only focus on the fact that if they are gone, she will have done her job of protecting you. Outside of this maddening state, she puts more emphasis and focus in helping you and keeping you above all safe.
đâMaka actually recognises that moving in with someone is in general a very big decision to make and so an abduction is an immediate no-go for her for multiple reasons. She might as well give up on all of her principles if she were to ever abduct you as she would see herself as something even lower than her own father and his pathetic womanizing behavior. An emotion inside her which is unlike most other people with obsession is that she actually hesitates to move in with you. It is a very big step and at the same time it is also a very daunting step. Her hesitation does lie in her subconscious paranoia that you may at one point end up betraying her or hurting her somehow and she'd never get over the exposure of being the fool who fell in love with someone who isn't committed because differently from her mother she knows that she won't be able to stay strong. No, she instead fears being degraded to the desperate fool who stay and hopes that everything will end up fine which is why she would grow siginifcantly more strict the moment the two of you would ever move in. She isn't necessarily overbearing but it is noticable enough for even you to recognise.
đâHer subconscious paranoia is rather fascinating as it essentially leads her to study you intensely all to figure out if you are someone who wouldn't end up ditching her or who would end up cheating on her and as long as she hasn't finished her research, she won't allow herself to get closer to you. It is only after you have proven yourself to her that she finally allows herself to open up towards you. She isn't one to boast about the relationship though as she values privacy and secrecy which comes to bite her back when her friends eventually find out and some of them, like Soul and Black Star, start complaining that Maka didn't tell them sooner. Due to her preference for privacy and staying at home, her prefered dates with you are always in the safety of four walls. She needs her time with you alone because let's be honest, whenever the two of you hang out with her friends you are always stolen away by them all with the sole intention to get her to to act jealous which always is something they rather on come to regret as Maka will be very direct about what she thinks about that.
Soul Evans
đ¤âSoul's attitude is one that is normally always rather aloof and nonchalant which is a great way for him to hide his growing feelings for you. It takes him a good while to even recognise those stirring emotions he feels inside his chest whenever you are around but at the same time he refuses to show them as he thinks that it wouldn't be very cool of him if he were to reveal it. It's about impossible for him to completely conceal it though as he finds his eyes glancing to your form whenever you are within sight and especially if you do something he considers to be sexy he would have a hard time hiding his burning cheeks. It's important to point out that Soul will be oblivious to a certain degree at the beginning, he is absolutely not delusional and that is largely because of the Black Blood and the Little Demon inside of him which you can quite literally describe as the devil on his shoulder, the personification of the darker side of his feelings and thoughts that urges him on to give in. It's precisely because of this that Soul will also work on his own self-control as soon as the Little Demon has exposed to him his feelings, terrified to end up doing what the devil has ominously foreboded him.
đ¤âReluctant to let anyone on about his internal struggles and too ashamed to admit just how uncool he is being, Soul lets it all simmer beneath the surface. His desire and obsession only grow so much worse as he initially attempts to completely avoid you yet the Little Demon haunts him and encourages him to give in to what he truly wants. Eventually it all threatens to become unbearable which is why he finds himself frequently stalking you. What he initially planned to only do one or twice a week has led him down to an activity that is a daily need even if he is normally someone who is on a more lazy side. He feels slightly motivated and that is the scariest thing that could happen to him. He's rather protective of you which is his prefered reason to somehow convince himself that stalking you is at least for your own good but deep down he knows the truth. There's more to it then just wanting to protect you and he dreads the sparks of possessive desires that seem to awaken within him.
đ¤âHe is a laid-back dude. He knows that and he won't be put down to transform into a jealous mess but it is because he doesn't make any moves on you that he is also aware that technically anyone could try to take you which is why he stalks on you and the people you hang out with. Safe to say though is that he absolutely isn't immune to jealousy either and it is this emotion that brings out the most immature side of his when it grows too much for him to handle and he reasons that it'd be better to step in now before things get out of control. He just comes waltzing in, still trying to play it cool, as he gives a lazy yet arrogant grin though that grin can quickly disappear if the situation escalates and he gets further provoked in which case he won't back down as he's too argumentative and stubborn to give in. Eventually he will be dragged down to act all immature, a scowl on his face as he bickers with the other person. He'd never admit later on though that he was feeling rather jealous.
đ¤âThe Little Demon loves to inform him about everything going on with his feelings. The dark thoughts and feelings are definitely there and as aware as he is, Soul has found out that being lucid about stuff isn't always the best thing. No, instead he finds himself sometimes almost overthinking whenever he watches you starting to hang out with someone new and starts to wonder if he should somehow interfere before things might escalate into something that is sure to rip his walls apart. Being an overthinker doesn't fit him at all and he knows he's being extremely uncool because of it. As he is infected by Black Blood, risk is that he can fall victim to Madness and in such a state he may end up completely giving in and going after everyone who ever agitated him in the slightest. Normally he is regarded as a slacker yet his obsession does motivate him, for the better or worse, which is why he is so protective of you in the first place and works to become better and stronger to protect you from other dangers as well as his own dark longing.
đ¤âUnless Madness takes hold, I don't see Soul being capable of kidnapping you. He likes to think that taking care of someone would be too much of a hassle to begin with though truth be told, he probably would put in the work if the two of you were to live together and he merely tells himself that so that he never even considers the thought. He finds himself often hanging around you though he insists on it all being a coincidence whenever you point that out to him, unwilling to admit his feelings. If a situation should end up getting dangerously risky though, Soul won't hesitate to knock you out and lock you away somewhere for a certain amount of time until everything has de-escalated and he takes the full swing of your anger always afterwards, torn apart between acting as if he doesn't care or actually apologising since he feels genuinely sorry for what he has done. He just wanted you to be safe, that is all. In a mutual relationship he wouldn't bring up the topic of living together until you do but he'd vow to do his best to make you happy even if he can be rather lazy still.
đ¤âDespite his feelings Soul still ends up avoiding to admit to you that he loves you. He's too ashamed and insecure and the Little Demon installs fear inside of him that if he were to ever give in to his feelings, he would do terrible things. You probably wouldn't even know just how long he has silently been harboring such feelings for you as you have always gotten the impression that he doesn't really like you due to his aloof behavior around you. It's likely that he admits it by accident when both of you get into an argument, most likely because he was concerned about your safety and went too far, and spills it out in the heat of the moment. He'd be quite stiff and awkward with PDA for a while as it kind of ruins the cool image he tries to build as he tends to get easily flustered whenever you abruptly grab his hand or kiss him but he learns to tolerate it. Secretly he enjoys it as well. He still expects people to know that you're taken though and will give everyone a glare who tries to flirt with you even if there are no serious intentions behind it.
Black Star
ââBlack Star sure as hell is a unique assassin if you've ever seen one. There are no concepts such as stealth and silence with him as he strives to always be in the spotlight. Perhaps it is because of this rather loud trait of his that you always know about him yet for some reason Black Star still manages to be surprised when you effortlessly locate him within your surroundings. On the other hand it really isn't like he is making any effort to be categorised as a stalker. No, he wants to be in the spotlight and wants all the attention from you that he can get which is the reason why he does his best to squeeze himself into as many aspects of your life as he can. He's so clingy and always insists on following you wherever you go. You never know when shit might get down after all and he has somehow proclaimed himself to be your personal hero which is why he sees it as his duty to ensure that nothing happens to you. Tsubaki really is the only one who can manage to hold him back a bit when she senses that you are feeling overwhelmed, something that flies more than once over his head.
ââSoul and Black Star are both noted to be immature in a couple of aspects yet it is only Black Star who would be the delusional one between the two of them. He remains completely unaware of the visible discomfort he can cause you due to his wild and clingy personaliry as he doesn't believe that you would ever feel uncomfortable in his presence. After all he is your hero who will protect you and who you admire. This misplaced belief of his has made him quite possessive to make it even worse as he thinks of himself as the only one worthy enough to claim such a title in your life and for that naturally deserves to be your lover the most. One thing you have to give him though. He takes his role very serious, though this is something you find yourself usually despairing over more than anything as his overzealous attitude often results in misplaced readings of situations from his side. He's way too much in his attempts to protect you and prove to you why he is the best.
ââUnder normal circumstances he is already someone who wants all of the attention so you can probably already imagine just how much worse this attitude will get if we throw an obsession into the mix. If jealousy would be a person, it would be Black Star. The very moment he notices that your eyes are not on him he is already getting riled up to the point where even objects can become the center of his short jealousy though at least an object can be swiftly thrown away. It's a bit more complicated if it is another person stealing your attention away from him and it'll always end with the other person and you both highly uncomfortable as Black Star isn't even trying to act mature about his jealousy. For someone who is delusional Black Star is shockingly aware of his surroundings though which is why he notices if someone's eyes are lingering on you for longer than one second which is yet another thing that instantly sets him off as he immediately assumes that they're planning to steal you away from him. Really, you can't take him anywhere without him causing a scene.
ââFrankly spoken, he is getting in many brawls due to his short temper and highly fueled jealousy. He belongs to the category of people who will challenge others for a fight on sight the moment he catches them staring at you or deems them to be people who may be a threat to you, even if it is for the petty reason that you just hold a nice and long conversation with them. Then there is obviously his self-proclaimed title as your hero which he inspires to live up to. That includes the small things where you really don't need his help which may even end up making everything worse but it also includes doing the smallest part required for being an assassin which is unaliving people. He's gotten into some serious arguments with Tsubaki because of this as she knows that he goes after people for unjustified reasons and refuses to assist him and transform for him. He's far too impulsive so in some instances he doesn't even consider what he is doing and just goes for it without a coherent strategy.
ââYou have some sort of guarantee with his delusional thoughts that he won't kidnap you though that doesn't have to mean anything in the long run. There is still a major downside to this all though which is his previously mentioned clinginess. Long story in short, he just breaks into your house on multiple occasions. A day without you is something unimaginable for Black Star and if he would have it his way, he wouldn't even let the both of you be separated for more than an hour. He has to protect you after all, enemies could strike you whilst he is absent. In one way or another you are basically living together with Black Star and he, in fact, refers to the situation the two of you have been going on as just that. The both of you live together according to his thoughts and he gets visibly confused whenever you correct him sharply or shut him up before he can say such nonsense to someone else. In fact he even locks you up in your own house if something happens, though in his mind it is of course a house the two of you share.
ââThere are some small revelations he tends to have at times when he immerses himself into the philosophy of the 'Path of the Warrior' that he wants to master as this requires a great level of self-awareness and the denial of following dark emotions yet those are eventually subdued one way or another by his delusions once again. Black Star wants to be praised by you all of the time and he will start showing off frequently as a way to silently let you know that he wants to hear you singing compliments about him. He tends to get very touchy, especially when he is feeling possessive or jealous and wants to let other people know that you belong to him. For some reason he loves when you let him piggyback you as he gets stupidly excited and starts running around, leaving you to cling to him tight or else you may fall off. Tsubaki is the only one who manages to keep you sane between Black Star's terrible antics as she tries her best to keep him on some sort of leash.
Nakatsukasa Tsubaki
âźď¸âTsubaki is together with Maka one of the most mature people from this group, is in fact much more patient and forgiving than even Maka. She has no worries nor doubts as she manages to approach you the best without being overly cautious nor too pushy like her partner would be. Behind that kind smile is a deeply obsessed person though whose feelings can take on some concerning form if nothing is done. Tsubaki has a huge problem to deny her darling of anything nor can she bring herself to disagree with you or voice her opinion when it involves the hobbies and the things she likes. Instead of telling you how she honestly feels, most of the time she takes the path of adapting to everything you like or dislike until she completely absorbs your hobbies and deludes herself into thinking that she likes them too. It's very concering that she is willing to give up bits of her personality in order to please you but the truth is that she just loves you a bit too much and is willing to sacrifice parts of herself to maximise your happiness in the relationship.
âźď¸âThat isn't to confirm that she is completely delusional though. Tsubaki is aware of what she is doing and she is able to understand that she should not mold herself to fit better to your side. Surely this isn't a normal nor healthy love with the way she is actively changing herself to fit you better yet there is a strange sense of happiness that arises whenever she manages to make you feel happy because she feigns interest in the stuff she usually wouldn't enjoy as much if it wouldn't be for you. If it's for you she thinks that it'll be fine and that it'll be worth it. After all you don't need to know that she goes against her own feelings in order to please you and to see you smile. Her willingness to help can be at times very unwarranted though, especially when she starts mothering you as her overprotective tendencies born out of kindness are subconsciously very strong. She instantly apologises when you voice your displeasure about it though, a habit you learn that she has.
âźď¸âOut of all of her friends she is the one who handles jealousy the best. Her very patient demeanor enables you to freely interact with people around you without having to worry about her reaction. In fact Tsubaki carries the mindset that she would like to befriend the people you spend a lot of time with and all of that without any malicious intent or hidden motives. Jealousy is a silent agony to her, one that she endures with pursed lips for as long as she can. Her heart is always aching but at the same time knowing that you are happy tickles her like warm rays of sunshine. Those conflicting sensations make her uneasy and slightly fidgety as she is unable to stay still whilst watching the scene unfold. It is in most cases after you and the other person have gone separate ways that she finds herself all over you all of a sudden and asking you question about everything that just happened. It is very likely that if she realises that you are very fond of the other person she will start picking up their hobbies and interests as well so that you can act just as happy around her as you did around them.
âźď¸âShe is really the other side of the moon in comparison to her partner. Tsubaki does not possess such a hot-blooded temper like Black Star does even if her maternal instincts can be sometimes a bit too much for you. When you are around and upset, she always pours all of her attention in you. She fetches you little gifts to distract you from your feelings or cooks something for you all in hopes of cheering you up. Her intentions are mostly open-minded when she approaches someone but she always ends up giving them an unintentional heart attack because she underestimates her own stealth. In the perception of the other person she sometimes just quite literally pops up with a mellow expression on her face all whilst she wants to play the mediator and help to solve the conflict. There's no occasion I could think of where she would murder someone unless it is an emergency as she always prioritises staying by your side, especially after fights to ensure that your injuries are taken care of and that you get enough rest.
âźď¸âIn the relationship the two of you have going on, Tsubaki is someone revolving around you as she actively shapes herself to be someone you will be happy and satisfied around. That means that you are one way or another the one in charge of everything whilst she goes along with it all. Her own wants are put aside as she puts your desires and wishes over her own. You'd never know if she would ever have the wish to move in with you until you are the one who starts asking her how she would feel about the thought of living together. Everything would be catered to your own ideas and images whilst she will go along with it all. She will let you choose the shape, size, location and colour of the house as well as the entire interior and furniture and only nod her head if you ask her what she thinks about it. Domestic life would be quite uncomplicated with her because she avoids all possible arguments by adjusting herself accordingly and doing everything possible to appease you.
âźď¸âMost of the time she would assume the role of the submissive part in this relationship as she does her best to always focus on your needs and your happiness. There are moments where she puts her foot down firmly and takes on a stubbornness that rivals the one of Black Star but only in dire situations and afterwards she is always rather flustered with her assertive behavior. She is easily embarrassed, especially if you are someone who is physically very affectionate but in reality she also really likes it when you touch her. Truth be told, Tsubaki is more lewd than she often lets on and even though she would be too flustered to admit that, you eventually find out about that other side of hers. She doesn't mind when you look at her naked body nor does she react quite as flustered when she walks in on you changing and being partially nude and she even suggests bathing together without bashing an eyelash which shocks you all the more as you did not expect her to have such a different side to her.
Death the Kid
âđâKid is a finicky perfectionist who tends to get too caught up about the tiny details and this becomes quite apparent in his obsession. I wouldn't blame you for assuming that he would be quite overbearing to you due to his perfectionistic nature but it is actually the completely other way around. Kid builds incredibly high expectations for himself and he spends weeks plotting how to confess to you perfectly. Elizabeth and Patricia try to encourage him to just go for it but he reacts outrageous, ranting for minutes to both of them that someone as unique and special as you deserves nothing short of perfection from him. It is rather strange even to him though as he knows about his uptight behavior about the symmetry in life yet seems to not mind it as much when it comes to you. Sure, he has tons of ideas how to optimise your outfits and your looks to fit more into his aesthetic and can definitely become pushy with his advises very fast but he is not in literal agony even when you wear something that goes against all of his values.
âđâAs tidy and balanced as he is, he definitely unleashes his obsession by keeping notebooks about you and he spends literal hours writing everything painstakingly down, mainly because he expects his own writing to look perfect and orderly and has a short meltdown when he spells something wrong or a letter doesn't fit in with the rest of what he has written. He reads those notebooks daily and memorises everything written down and if he should accidentally forget a detail about you, he'd spend a solid minute lamenting how ignorant and worthless he is to forget something about you. It is easy to forget that the Shinigami is still one who harbors a possessive nature as he thinks of his darling as a literal muse and refuses to let ugly people close to them, especially if they are ugly and asymmetrical in his eyes. You deserve so much better than that and whilst he is not as arrogant as to think that he has reached his desired level of perfection just yet, he does think that he admires and worships you more than anyone else.
âđâHe has once proclaimed that he is far too mature to ever fall victim to a petty emotion such as jealousy and Elizabeth and Patricia could only exchange silent glances, already doubting his words. Kid is technically speaking a calmer person if you put him next to someone like Black Star yet it is the fact that he is low-key a worshipper for you that has him entering a disgusted indignation as soon as he spots someone asymmetrical daring to talk to the unpolished muse that is you. The longer he stares the worse it becomes as he notices all the imperfections on their face and clothes which only makes him want to pull at his hair. How dare they even step close to you without even properly checking their appearance?! He comes quite literally storming over, yellow eyes observing the other person outraged as his mask pulls into a disgusted grimace. There are two ways this can go. Either he starts ranting about how the other person could even dare to talk to you with such an unruly appearance or he quickly grabs your hands and drags you away whilst brooding and muttering under his breath about everything wrong with their look. He'll be afterwards vehement to deny his obvious jealousy though.
âđâKid's fixation on balance and orderliness can also be found in his own morales. Every person has some evil within them, that even includes him and his own obsession which he is partially aware of, and order must always prevail and move forward. There is no pleasure that he takes in murdering others but if the evilness in someone's heart and the things that they have done to you overweight anything else, he shows no hesitation to execute someone. It's not always easy, especially if someone shows remorse but there are things he can't forgive even if the other person regrets it as death is sometimes the only way to repent. He is not above others though even if he is the son of the God of Death as he is suspectible to emotions such as anger and wrath and won't be able to always control them properly, leading in some cases to an outburst of rage that accidentally leads him to destroy things in his surroundings due to his recklessness.
âđâHe has most likely a detailed plan of his routine and the life he plans to lead in the future and now that he has you, you are made part of that plan as well. Without a doubt would he plan to share a house with you later on but he wouldn't abduct you until all of his expectations are fulfilled which means until he feels like everything is completely perfect. He spends months designing everything, buying all the furniture and arranging everything only to re-arrange it over and over again until he finally feels like everything is perfect like he wants it to be and that is when he finally starts planning to invite you to live together with him which will also take him some time until he has cited every word perfectly in front of his mirror. He'd be devastated if you would turn him down though, desperate to find out what he did wrong and how he can redeem himself. He'd blackmail you if you deny him for too long as he would just snap eventually and use his position as a True Reaper to force you to live with him.
đâHe's begging you to allow him to choose clothes for you as he believes that he could choose outfits for you that would suit you much better and draw out all of your beauty. Kid gets ridiculously offended the moment someone tries to downplay you as he sings praises about you every time the conversation shifts to you, going as far as threatening them to take those egregious words back and apologise. Oh, why does no one perceive you for the unique beauty that you are?? Asymmetry is something Kid only really tolerates with you but even then he busily finds himself begging you to let him help you with it all. He offers to cut your hair, to pluck your eyebrows and even to cut and manicure your nails and hands so that everything is balanced and symmetrical. Everything should be to your liking so he's on the ground if you even mention that something isn't quite to your preference, writhing on the floor as he starts exclaiming that he is ashamed of having disappointed you and it takes you a while to comfort him in his theatrical sorrow.
Elizabeth Thompson
đśâBetween the two sisters, Elizabeth is the one who would be the one partially in on everything concerning her obsession. It's quite safe to say that her inner turmoil spoils her mood quite a lot. She doesn't know how she should handle her feelings for you and doesn't want to risk other people finding out about it, especially not you. This results in her being quite moody and gruff as soon as merely your name is brought up in a conversation as she essentially tries to sell the tough girl attitude by acting like she doesn't really care about you. Unfortunately she fails quite often, especially if you look at her or get too close to her. Her heart starts pounding against her ribcage, her hands start to get sweaty and she starts stuttering as words fail her. All the embarrassment from those things only makes everything more intense and before you know it she's storming away whilst yelling incoherent words all whilst her burning face is buried in her hands. Do not even bring it up to her later on unless you want to risk irritating her.
đśâWhilst she may still fumble around with her self-control and a total grasp of the situation, there is one thing Liz knows from a quite early stage on. That she doesn't really like the thought of you ending up with someone else. Keep in mind that there was a time before her and Patricia became the weapons of kid where she and her sister were essentially thugs stealing from others. A part of that mindset still exists somewhere within her and that selfishness and mentality to steal what she wants turns into possessive urges that won't allow her to rest easy and just watch back whilst every other damn jerk could try to get to you. As previously mentioned, she knows that what she is doing is wrong and she really hates herself sometimes for the way she behaves because of her feelings but she has no control over it at times. Liz is fully committed to team up with her sister and scare and frighten people who get on your nerves though or who threaten you in another way. No one's going to mess with you if she can put a stop to it.
đśâHer patience is tested in new ways she never thought would be possible even despite all the antics Kid showcases. She really wants to act like she is more cool-headed than that but she just can't bite her tongue and lash out a bit when it becomes too much for her. Whether she makes some cynical comments or assumes a facade she would have showed in the past on the streets when someone starts getting too confident with you, she refuses to elaborate on her behavior later on. No,she was not jealous back then. You're just imagining things right now. Her younger sister Patty probably thinks she is doing her a favor by spying on you because she knows of her sister's interest in you and always telling her when there is someone else who seems to be rather fond of you or the other way around but it really only serves to make things harder to hide for Liz. She can never tell if Patty has perhaps read the situation wrong or not but she is ultimately too paranoid to ignore it and always ends up checking the situation out herself. Most of the time she realises that there is nothing going on but it is the chance that her sister might be right the next time that keeps her on edge.
đśâShe fully reverts to the life of a thug whenever she has to scare someone. As much awareness as Liz may have about her current predicament, for some reason she has never had much problems threatening and intimidating other people. Perhaps that is because most of the time she goes after people who have done something shitty which affected you. Patty always insists on tagging along and even if Liz tells her to stay out of it, her sister ends up following her nine out of ten times anyways and helps Liz to tell with any asshole that thought that they could mess with you and get away with it. She just starts bullying the other person, sneering at the person and insulting them whilst cornering somewhere together with Patty who joins Liz. She starts working on her hand-to-hand combat as well because she knows that there are times where she won't be able to fight with Patty and whilst she is skilled enough to beat up ordinary people, she needs to get stronger by herself. It isn't like she fights fair though, she's grown up on the streets after all. Think smart, not hard.
đśâAs new as everything is for her and as much as she dislikes her own behavior at times, at least she is quite laid-back when it comes to the topic of living together. She isn't as desperate as someone like Kid would be and she doesn't obsess about it like he would do either. This is a step she is willing to take at a slow tempo because as long as she can spend enough time with you, she isn't going to be clingy. Partially she doesn't want you two to move in too soon is also because she is so messy. She didn't grow up in a normal household after all and she has no sense of order differently from Kid. She can't even properly cook and clean and is far too embarrassed to admit that to you. She should at least be decent enough to learn the basics before considering the idea. She knows she wouldn't have the best capabilities to care for someone for a long period of time. Her moody behavior does lead her to be irrational at times in which case it isn't unlikely that she uses sleeping powder on you or knocks you out to drag you somewhere to lock you away, mostly when she thinks that it's too dangerous for you but you're too stubborn to listen.
đśâLiz lays down her pride and eventually asks Tsubaki if she could teach her how to cook because she knows that you enjoy the woman's cooking and she feels low-key jealous about it. Liz is the one with the obsession here yet at times she finds herself more concerned with Patty's behavior because her younger sister complies with everything she does far too easily without stopping to question it. Patty has always been her partner in crime and it isn't any different even now as she always assists and helps Liz with everything, even ganging up with her to scare people who thought that they could make you cry. Normally she would like to be seen as a cool and mature woman by you but all of that shatters the moment the topic of paranormal things gets brought up in which case she abandons her tough mask entirely and is clutching onto you for dear life. Couple outfits are going to be a thing the moment the two of you are in a relationship and though she still tries to act mature, secretly she cares a lot about it.
Patricia Thompson
đ¸âPatricia could not be more different from her sister as she acts a lot like a child and always keeps a cheerful and happy demeanor on her. This childish mindset of her does not allow her to even comprehend her own feelings for a good while whilst still acting on them nevertheless. Patty knows that she feels always happy when she is around you and for that she constantly seeks you out. The girl is extremely clingy and gets upset and mad when she can't find you to the point of throwing a tantrum, though her mood instantly brightens when she finally finds you. Due to her inabilities to even fully understand her own emotions she is definitely delusional. She doesn't give the attachment she feels for you too much thoughts and often tells you cheerfully to do the same. You think too much and enjoy too little. Just do it like her and enjoy life and you'll be just as jolly as she is always when she has you with her...
đ¸âJust like Liz she is also quite possessive because she is not unfamiliar to the concept of stealing from other people. Though there is no need for her anymore to steal from others to ensure her and her sister's survival, those possessive feelings fully resurface now that you are in her life. She sees it all in a quite uncomplicated manner though as she essentially already calls you "hers" as she assumes that with the amount of time she spends with you, she has already claimed you as hers. Very visibly confused when you hastily explain to her that this doesn't work as simply as you are not an object that belongs to whoever possesses it before she starts pouting and asks you what she would have to do so that you would be officially hers. If you give her a detailed answer she would probably just kiss you and ask you if you now belong to her. She has no shame and whether that is because she doesn't concern herself with thinking too much or if she just thinks that because the two of you are a couple she doesn't have to be ashamed aside, her attitude will be a real problem for you and the people around you.
đ¸Very much like a child would get jealous and upset if someone would take their most valued thing away from them, Patty would react in a similar way. You're unable to ignore her for more than a few seconds as she will do her everything to make you aware of her again. She prods your cheeks, tugs at your clothes or shoves herself in front of you and calls your name repeatedly so that you turn your attention to her again. She is being a nuisance but you know at one point that trying to lose her won't end well. For someone with such a simple-minded personality, Patty can get scary very quickly, especially if it is the other person telling her that she is being noisy and annoying. The violent threats which leave her lips so effortlessly when she turns around with that same jolly grin on her face are concerning and disturbing, especially once she gives them an almost condescending glare and tells them that they are the one in the way because you are already her person.
đ¸âBetween Liz and her, Patty is much more prone to violence. She is low-key a bit unhinged and doesn't shy away from threatening others. Whether someone has made you cry or because she doesn't like how they have been stealing you away from her for too long, every word will be spoken with the same childish grin which only makes her more terrifying in such situations. She doesn't even lie about it either as she admits openly that she is the reason why someone is suddenly too scared to get closer to you, though in her opinion threatening others isn't anything that should be of concern as it was a daily occurence in her past. That nefarious grin is still preferable to the insane anger that can possess her when she fully loses her temper and truly returns into a violent criminal that won't even bat her eyelashes whilst casually shooting someone or breaking their bones. Ironically enough she would be one of the most dangerous people for others as she doesn't consider the true horror of her actions that much.
đ¸âThe two of you will stay together for the rest of your lives and that is final. She doesn't care about what you have to say about that as in most cases rejections enter her ear before leaving through her other. Anyone else who tries to explain to her that she is in the wrong and that she should respect your decision is getting that truly frightening grin from her as they don't have any business to tell her what to do and what not to do. I wouldn't put it above her that she may have tried to break into your own house in the past. She knows where you live because she so frequently follows you and once she knows where your house is located, she constantly pops up and knocks on your door whilst telling you cheerfully to let her inside. You feel like the protagonist of a horror movie whenever her knocks turn more persistent and violent all whilst her happy voice rings through the air with the same request to open the door and let her inside because she wants to see you. Luckily Liz has often retrieved her and apologised to you through the door.
đ¸âShe literally acts like you are the incarnation of Einstein whenever you tell her something she didn't know before. You have to consider that her and her sister were abandoned on the streets and for that never received a proper education so to her you are extremely intelligent as you know so much more than she does. Patty has insisted for you to teach her the most basic stuff at times and you had no choice but to agree as rejections are always useless with her though she can barely concentrate on what you tell her as soon as the two of you sit down. She can't sit still nor can she remain silent for a long time as she is far too fidgety and always wants to do something with you. She can be incredibly insensitive to your own emotions at times due to not being able to read the situation properly and even if she tries to help you in her own ways, she makes it all worse for you but won't leave you alone anyways.
Could you Draw the Doey's three consciences?
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Luffy Headcanons with Black Reader
Let's talk about how Luffy would be the best summer bae ever! Like Monkey D. Luffy the dude who stretches his arms and slings shots himself as a mode of 2nd transportation...our personal buggee jump man
So, to beginning this by the way if you and Luffy had a little bacay a little vacation even for a weekend, he'll make the best plans ever! Like trying out every new dish at a restaurant he saved (He ate them out of a house and home), you showing him things you did as a kid during summer like frozen orbeez water guns fight and getting popsicles after running around a pool or lake (I was an inside kid) like every day was a new adventure.
Luffy the type of dude to actively get is friends or gf/bf to try new things, like if you're a stick in the mud he'll try to be like " Here! Eat this sand covered turkey leg I found"
If y'all can't have a trip though my favorite summer thing is doing my hair, I feel like he'll help put your braids in... but they'll slip out and he'll hand them back to you like a church lady giving you some candy. I feel like he can't do nothing like locs unless you have them already them you get two lopsided ponytails
When you and Luffy want to chill though he'll watch stars with you and talk about new aspirations he got like what he's going to do as Pirate King, seeing his old island peoples again. When watching the stars he would ask a lot about moments where he might've almost died, things the crew went through in his name, also how when he sees a new enemy he thinks he'll also be fine til one of the crew get hurt. He aware his mortality is not God like
He really matures when he's calm but, back to the crack head shit
He cannot cook so in the theme of summer, SUMMER COOK OFF
He gets Zoro, Sanji, Franky and anyone who else who can cook to make their best dish and him, you, Nami and Robin judges and obviously his big-big-biggy back ass said everything was a 100/10
Honestly summer with Luffy would be the best thing for an average citizen, even for a sea monster it would be amazing.
A.N: ( Yall im sorry this was ass...i had a burst of enegry then I went downhill but hope yall like it!)
I'm brewingg
Idk when imma do this but I want to start a series but I have like no au ideas so help me out a bit!
After a good week I start picking animes to do and the first few chapters!
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