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You both known each other for centuries, long before your rises and his fall. However you both kept secrets back then.

For him, it was his growing desperation at each soul lost in a gamble.

For her, it was her life before this. Before Hell.

Husk thought it had something to do with her household or something akin to that sentiment. That'd explain her silence and withdrawing behavior when inquired on it.

That was the farthest from the truth:

You came from our world. Where he was nothing but fiction, a creation of an artist. You know his future, and yet, even as you try to stir him from it, you watch as he waltz into Alastor's hand. You tried to help. He swiped your hand, sharp nails slicing through your flesh.

"Leave," he grunted. His back turned to you. Tears stung yours as you obey his request. You'll bother him no longer.

straight out of Wattpad 😩#monsterunderthebed #cpop #treanding #obsessed ...

Thinking of making an Aemond x oc fic with these vibes. Oh, and the oc is a transmigration/reincarnation.

Comment your reason on why he is or isn't a yandere in canon

Ok currently working on a Jason Grace fic, but because I'm working off the Wiki, I'm coming to you (the true fans) to answer a question of mine:

Give your reason in the comments please, so I may better understand his potential motives.

P.S. His love interest is a Legacy, her mother being the child of Apollo while her father is a vampire who raped her mother.

Part of the Dime Breaker Series

The feline recognizes you the very second your feet make it pass the entryway. You... His eyes follow your person while Charlie animatedly talks to you and you, ever the patient saint in Hell, listen and respond when necessary.

You take in the state of the building and offer your own artistic skill sets.

Your eyes lock together.

His breath hitches and his spin sporadically turns into a pillar with how stiff and rigid it ism

And...

You continue on as if unaffected by his presence. You gesture to few locations, offering ideas to make the hotel more welcoming—

Husk squints at the marks on your hand.

He knows he hurt you back then. It tore through him whenever he thought on how your once flourishing relationship came undone.

Yet, you didn't mend the injury till nothing remained of it.

It healed but left behind an echo of what happened.

"The fuck?" he grunts, leaning over the bar top and squinting.