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Hypnotic Affection

Yandere Merman x Mermaid Reader x Merman

TW: manipulation, hypnotism/ drugging, tentacles, kidnapping, yandere themes, delusional behavior, etc.

Since you were young, you had been betrothed to a shark merman named Marin. Marin was a cantankerous individual and was quite rude to you since you weren’t a shark mermaid. The only reason the two of you were even betrothed was so your clans would stopped fighting… yet you knew you’d be miserable with Marin.

You often attempted to court him with various shells you’d find but he’d always rebuff you. “These shells are too small, you’ll need something better than some measly clams to have me look your way longer than a few minutes.”

His words were always as sharp as his teeth. His clawed hands would always chuck your clam shells away no matter how pretty they were, it broke your heart. You really wanted to make this marriage work… maybe he’d budge if you found a conch shell?

You bowed your head to your fiancè before you headed off back toward the sea. Marin had no idea this would be the last time he’d see you in awhile…

You swam farther and farther from home until you spotted a conch. You were on the edge of deep sea territory, so it was best to be careful or else you’d get swept up in the current… but it would be worth it if you’d gift the conch to Marin and he’d finally accept you, right?

Your eyes lit up as you slowly swam towards it but you were quickly snatched up in large tentacles, a screech left your lips when the tentacles tighter around you.

A different merman quirked their head at you as they shimmied out from their hiding spot in the coral. “A-a mermaid? I’m sorry.”

The coral colored tentacles quickly released you before ghostly pale hands began to examine your body in worry. “I just thought you were a fish… I hadn’t meant to lunge at you.”

You were surprised by how shy this merman was, his hands trembled as he shakily checked your arms to make sure there were no marks.

“I’m perfectly okay, I’m (your name). What’s your name?” The octopus merman’s cheeks went aflame when you asked him for his name.

“I-I’m Ren! I’m an octopus.” Ren’s tentacles folded into one another as if they were comforting his nerves. “I still apologize for scaring you… I’ve never seen another mermaid before.”

You smiled at Ren and offered him your hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Ren. I hadn’t meant to trespass your area… it seems I wandered a bit too far.”

“I-it’s no issue at all!” Ren beamed, his dark eyes filled with stars while his tentacles flailed in excitement. “If you want, you can stay in my burrow with me! It’s quite comfy in here.”

“That’s so sweet of you.” (Your name) beamed at Ren who ushered her inside. The merman began to become a bit jittery when she accepted so easily. He’s been wanting a mate for so long… and now she was finally here!

Ren sealed his den shut as soon as she swam in. His tentacles blocked the exit watch a large boulder. “It’s to keep predators out!” Ren reassured her as he lead her around his small home. She marveled at the various jars and vegetation he kept. “I’m a sea witch.”

“Wow! That’s really fascinating!” Ren blushed again when you didn’t mock him for being a sea witch. It made his heart flutter. You were so sweet and that made him even happier… the only issue was that you were a different species than him…

“How about I show you a few tricks?” Ren was so happy when you accepted. The octopus merman showed you a very simple spell that made his home brighter. He was thrilled when you clapped your hands and smiled. Ren was so happy to no longer be alone… and he would never let you go.

Ren offered you a meal and you happily ate with him. The vegetation made your brain a bit foggy, but the taste was delightful. Had Ren always been so attractive?

Ren smiled at your sleepy form as you yawned. “Here, how about you spend the night? It’ll be so much safer for you that way.”

You nodded and allowed him to lead you into his den. His tentacles pulled you into an embrace as he smiled. This was just too easy…

You didn’t know how much time had passed since you entered Ren’s burrow since Ren would often feed you every time you tried to leave. Ren made you such lovely meals that you slowly began to forget what even brought you to this end of the sea. You really liked Ren, so why did you have to leave again? You felt as if there was some strange phenomenon happening around you and yet you didn’t care anymore… you liked being with Ren!

Meanwhile, Marin was in shambles. You had been missing for a week now. You always showed up every other day with your stupid smile as you held up some shells you found to him… you were never away from him for long. Marin searched your home in the anemones and he searched all the reefs around yet you were nowhere to be found… were you okay? You didn’t try to go find a bigger shell for him, did you?

You didn’t know it, but Marin always gathered up all the shells he’d throw. He just wanted to look tough in front of you… but now he knew it was a mistake. You wouldn’t risk your life for a shell when you were already engaged to him, right? You were already enough… you were always enough.

A month had went by and you were still missing. Marin now took more desperate measures of swimming out farther and farther… until he spotted a conch. The shark merman rushed towards the shell and began to examine the ocean floor until he spotted a sealed off den. The merman quickly swam toward the rock and searched for a crack until he could peek in there. The sight before him horrified him.

Ren’s purple appendages slid up and down your delicate tail as his hands grasped at your hips. “Would you like to be my mate, (your name)?” Your head felt so dizzy and you could only nuzzle into him. Ren smiled down at your obedient form. What a perfect mate you’d be! It was just so easy to ensnare you and to hypnotize you with his potions… it was all so easy-

Ren was shocked when the boulder to the den was shoved open and a shark merman lunged at him. Ren screamed when one of his appendages were bitten off by the shark. Marin’s large gray form quickly scooped you up and made a swim for it. Ren tried to snatch you back, but Marin easily evaded the tentacles. Ren began to scream as he tried to give chase, but the blood gushing from his missing arm would attract more sharks… he’d have to come back for you another day…

Marin didn’t look back once until the two of you were an hour away. The shark set you down on a rock as he began to examine your body for any wounds. “You’re okay now… we’re going home.”

You tilt your head to the side in confusion at Marin’s words. Who was this merman and why did he seem so familiar? “But I was home? I live with Ren.”

Marin felt a sob rack through him before he bent down and pulled you into a hug. What had that octopus done to you? Marin would protect you this time, he’d help you get back to normal. “You’re safe now… you’re safe.”

You often sat in a trance in Marin’s den. It was as if you were in a whole other world despite being next to him, a world where Marin could no longer reach you.

“Look! I have all the shells you gave me on the walls.” Marin gestured to the various colorful clamshells with a smile. “I’m sorry I was mean before, but that didn’t mean I didn’t like you! I really do care for you, I swear.”

Marin was filled with hope each day when you’d glance at the shells but his hopes would always be dashed when you’d tilt your head off to the side. “Do I know you?”

“I’m Marin... I’m your fiance.” Marin was so frustrated that you couldn’t remember him. He had tried everything… from taking you to every spot you two grew up together to your old den, yet nothing clicked. You only ever wanted to ask about that damned octopus merman.

Marin often cuddled beside you when it was time to sleep. His muscular arms felt so strange around you compared to Ren’s slender ones. You really missed Ren…

“Psst, (your name).” You perked up when you heard Ren’s voice. You gave him a big smile before you slinked out of Marin’s arms. “Let’s go home.”

You quickly swam towards the octopus merman who scooped you into a tight hug. A big smile on his face when you accepted him. He almost felt bad for Marin if it wasn’t for the fact that the shark merman was the entire reason the two of you met! What a sucker…

What would Yuri (your yandere bulter OC) do if his lady had an arranged marriege and was meeting the person she was arranged to marry with?

(Y'all make me so happy I could die!! I've been unironically imagining this scenerio for months!!!)

Yandere! Male OC x Reader

“You're much too young to be wed,” Yuri whined softly as his cold finger tips helped you latch the clip of your necklace. A beautiful, pink gem nestled in the center of the neckware drew attention to your bare collar bone, the radiant skin of your chest, and the lovely smile you had just above it. Yet another piece of jewelry your mother had sent you from her travels, she had such a taste for things you liked, despite hardly being around.

You merely scoffed at his words, rolling your eyes in the tandum. While he tied your hair up, you dusted yourself with perfumed powder, staring at yourself the entire time, “You must be insane, Yuri. I'm actually past the average marrying age.”

That much was true. Girls of your status typically married much much younger, usually right after coming of age. Even you yourself received many letters begging for a chance to meet after your debutante, which Yuri would swiftly burn in your fire place when you expressed your distate. You had things holding you back. You longed for schooling, travel, and a the freedom of being young and not tied down. Both your father and Yuri took this news excitedly and never pushed for you to get wed. They both even excitedly told you that you'd never have to leave the manor and if you so pleased, you'd be pampered for the rest of your life.

It sounded nice in theory, living off of your fathers wealth and being a bachelorette until the day you died, but many women at your tea parties were talking about their prospects, fiances, and even their husbands, and suddenly you felt as if you could no longer relate anymore. And the even more harsh realization hit you, that you were lonely. You'd sit quietly at the table, sipping your tea nervously and realizing that maybe it was time for you to begin viewing romance in a different light, not as a hindrance chaining you down, but a new beginning in life.

Your father was expectedly saddened by your announcement and Yuri…well, Yuri’s expression was hard to read. He stood silently for a bit, his lips formed in a tight line, eyebrows starting to furrow a bit behind his thick, round glasses. It was a face you'd never seen him make before, him typically preferring laid back or soft expression.

“You can't actually be serious, my lady,” Yuri forced himself to not sound more hurt than he actually was, but if you listened closely, you could hear his voice tremble, “You always said you'd stay in the manor forever.”

You glanced at yourself once over again in your full body mirror, feeling shy and almost slightly over dressed in the gown you chose. It was such a strange feeling, the way your heart was thumping in your chest, and you couldn't tell if it was excitement or nerves. You could see Yuri behind you in your reflection, a frown still formed on his lips.

“I said that when I was eight! You can't trust the words of a child,”

Yuri sighed again, pushing his snow, white hair out of his face in a sign of stress. A stress reflex that you seldom saw him do. Yuri was a man that was so calm and composed, yet today he was showing so much anxiety. And for what, you'd didn't know.

“Then what of me? This man you're meeting, he's the Duke two cities over. I am here to serve you, my lady, won't I go with you?”

“I'd hate to uproot your life, Yuri,” you began with a sad tone. You couldn't fathom the idea that he could look any sadder, yet as you spoke, his face fell even farther, “B-but mother will be home shortly! She sent a letter saying that it will only be a few more weeks, you could still stay in the manor and tend to her instead.”

Your suggestion is met with a shallow, solemn shake of his head, “You are my life, my lady. I wish to serve no one else.”

Sir, that’s abnormal, go back to bed 🥰

october writing prompts #1 - dream + confession

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character: riddle rosehearts, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

It's been but moments into waking up when he realizes it.

Gasping, he sits up in his bed, stiff and robotic despite only just leaving the land of dreams. So affronted by his imagination that his expression twists, a scowl on his face as he fists his hands into his bed sheets.

He would never be able to confess to you - or, at least, not until everything was perfect. He had a plan, he needed to stick by that plan. In times of crisis, Riddle would always be known for falling back onto his elaborate rules.

How could he even dream of confessing to you at this point? He had... so much he needed to do still.

You still hardly even knew he existed right now, honestly, outside of his embarrassing display of overblotting just a week ago. But that was fine, he knew how to fix that.

After all, how could it be to make you love him when he already knew everything about you?

He shakes off his dream, internalizing the momentary happiness of his imagination letting you accept his confession but refusing to dwell, instead getting up and starting to make his bed with practiced movements.

How else would Riddle make his dreams reality otherwise?

Writing prompts, October edition ✨

1. Dream… ft. Silver

Silver smiled. He smiled a smile so bright, that his partner had to question his health

“Are you okay?” They asked, giving him a look of concern from their side of the table, halting their previous action of stuffing their face with cake like a hamster

“Why wouldn’t I be?” His soft smile and his breathtaking looks drew more animals than usual in, all surrounding their table outside a quaint little cafe on the more peaceful side of town “I’m spending the day with you”

His partner flushed, nearly choking on a chunk of the buttercream

“That’s… good to hear” they returned his smile, albeit shyly, not knowing where to look, a deer nudging their side with a pleased look

He stood up, the critters moving with him, taking their hands in his and knelt beside them, not once breaking eye contact

“I love you, redacted” he squeezed their hand, almost cooing at how their eyes stayed on his in awe, completely dazed “Would you be willing to stay by my side, forever more?”

“Oh….” they were bright as a cherry, the words he confessed repeating itself in their brain “Silver…”

They smiled, nodding feverishly, and he let out a breath of relief, the animals seemingly cheering for the two, flowers raining down, the sun reflected of their faces in such a beautiful way

He leaned in, closing his eyes, gently cupping their cheek, and right before their lips touched, they spoke again

“Silver…” and suddenly the face he was about to give a loving kiss to stared morphing, contorting to one of… his father?

“Silver!” Lilia smiled, upside down, as usual “You we’re having a good dream, weren’t you?”

The old fae giggled like a schoolgirl, walking away like he was nothing but a child

“Sorry to wake you up, but we have school to get to, and I can’t let your fantasies disturb your work~” he stuck his head back into the room door, a mischievous smirk on his face “you should try courting them sometime”

“Father!” He was uncharacteristically shy, falling back into his pillow to hide his pinkish face

The laughs of glee echoed as the fae left, leaving Silver to his thoughts

That was a good dream…

BRO, YOU AIN’T GETTING AWAY 💀💀💀

october writing prompt #2 - lovesick + first date

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characters: floyd and jade leech, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

You weren't... entirely sure as to how you got in this position.

There was two eels sitting in front of you in the Monstro Lounge. That in itself wouldn't be too strange, if not for the fact that the lounge had been completely cleared out. It was only you three here, and they were looking at you with... something in their eyes.

You hoped it wasn't hunger.

There was some trust between you, but not much, if you were honest. How were you supposed to know what to expect when they take you to an empty place with those looks on their faces?

Floyd had been so excited about it, too, and Jade had even been smiling - safe to say, you were on edge.

"Now, what's with that face?" Jade breaks you out of your thoughts with a furrow in his brows, Floyd suddenly stopping his excited ramblings to listen in.

"Did you have other plans? I could have sworn..." He mumbles something you can't hear clearly, a 'schedule' and 'research' thrown in there. It does nothing but confuse you further, but you shake your head anyways and instead ask as to what you're doing here with them.

Floyd is the one who answers you, leaning forward on the table and looking at you intently. Gaining his full attention so suddenly makes you shiver.

"Hah...? Silly shrimpy, it's a date. Couldn't you tell?" He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the universe, and you can't help but freeze in shock. When had they given any signals for even being interested in you...?

"Oh, you couldn't?" Jade reasons out, looking at you, his expression only growing more intense. "Hm... I thought I got human courting rituals down... No matter. It's on the house, so let's have a good time, yes?"

His tone doesn't give any room for protest, and you could have sworn you could've seen a flash of crazed adoration in his eyes. You get the feeling that... even if you wanted to say no, they wouldn't have let you go anyways.

It's going to be a long night.

Awe he’s delusional 🥺

october writing prompt #3 - handholding

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characters: ace trappola, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, detachment / disassociation, hurt/comfort, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

It’s been a difficult day, you vaguely register, looking up at the cloudy skies with detachment.

Of course, most days at Night Raven College were, magicless student and all. It had just been especially infuriating today - you didn’t care to relive the details, but it ended with you here. Annoyed, but more importantly, tired.

You walk without any thought to your movements or where you were going, letting life take you where it would. You just… didn’t have it in you to think about these things right now. You just wanted to find somewhere peaceful.

So out of it, you don’t even realize you’ve sat down in a clearing that must be on the outskirts of campus until you’re blankly looking down at the palms of your hands, eyes stinging with unshed tears. Flexing your hands for a moment, you sigh, and instead look up at should have been the sky.

Instead, though, Ace is there looming over you with an expression somewhere between irritated and concerned. Had he been trying to get your attention for long?

“-finally. Seriously, what has you so out of it, Prefect?” His voice cuts through your fog and he shakes his head, scowling slightly as he looks down at you before he must’ve caught sight of your tears - expression twisting so fast you almost missed the frenzied desperation to help somehow in his eyes. “Shit, no, what’s wrong?”

A feeble giggle, a shake of your head, and a shrug. That’s all it takes for him to understand, and for tears to start running down your face in earnest.

You hiccup between shaky breaths, just barely holding back from sobbing, and Ace looks so panicked that you laugh a little bit. It’s hysterical, but you’re not sure what else to do. So you cry, and you mumble incoherently, and you reach out to him.

You’re not entirely sure what you’re asking for him to do, and it’s obvious he doesn’t have a clue either. In that confusion, he decides that the best course of action is to hold your hands.

It’s comforting, but you still burst out laughing, shuddering breaths stabbing through your lungs and cheeks starting to hurt from smiling. It was just- it was so ridiculous.

Who sees a crying person and decides to hold their hands instead of, I don’t know, hug them? Especially when said crying person is the one who reaches out in the first place.

“Wh-? Don’t go laughing at me, that’s just rude.” Ace’s pouting brings you back down to earth, and you’re glad for the unintentional grounding that he’s doing. “…You want a hug?”

He waits a moment, but as soon as you nod your consent you’re wrapped in his arms.

“You don’t have to tell me what you’re cryin’ for, but I hope you know that I’m gonna fix it either way.” His voice holds a darker tone than normal, but you don’t notice - instead reveling in the comfort that his hold brought you. You never would’ve thought that Ace, of all people, would be the one coaxing you through a breakdown.

Him, though? He was intent. He had eyes on you virtually all day, and whenever he was there, everything seemed fine. What had gone wrong?

He’d have to figure it out and fix the issue, obviously - that wasn’t even in question. He’d do anything for you. You deserve the absolute best, and clearly no one else in this school would give it you.

Not that Ace would let them in the first place.

The last person who tried had learned their lesson quite well, he thought. And, luckily, you had never noticed. He took measures for it anyways, but he was glad that he didn’t have to use them.

It was just proof that you loved him as much as he loved you, wasn’t it? You were always so perfect like that. He couldn’t wait to make whoever made you cry suffer.

:,)

october writing prompt #4 - weapon + kiss

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character: kalim al-asim, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, knife, murder (mentioned, not described), reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

You'd never have expected this from Kalim.

Sure, you knew he was a bit much when it came to you - in honesty, you had brushed him off as a bit possessive, nothing more.

That was a mistake, you saw now.

Standing in front of you was Al-Asim himself, a crazed look on his face as he spouted sweet nothings that were more off-putting than you could describe, behind him a body that had long since stopped breathing.

It was someone that had flirted with you just earlier - nothing you had paid actual attention too, instead just brushing him off, but apparently Kalim took it personally.

"What is it, jewel?" He asked once more, repeating his question from when you had first found him in this position. With knife in hand and blood staining his clothes, you had all but screamed, tears coming to your eyes in fear.

You didn't know what you could do. Where you could go, what you could say.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? Whatever it is, I promise I can take care of it for you! Just like him!" Kalim answers, in that all too familiar tone of cheer that did anything but fit the situation. "Really, anything that's bothering you, just let me know!"

When you answered that this was the problem, his eyes visibly darkened, and you couldn't help but take a step back, afraid as to what he could do. You had never seen him look like that before.

"Hm? What're you talking about?" He seems almost delusional, letting the knife drop from his hand and clearing the distance between you in one fell swoop, holding your chin to force you to look at him with a gentle grip. "Jewel, you love me, remember? Just look at me! There's no need for you to worry about him. He was in the way!"

His expression only grows more lovesick, and if in any other situation the hearts in his eyes could've been described as cute.

You try to tell him that this isn't what you wanted, that there was no reason to kill him, but all that does is rile him up further - his grip growing stronger as he pulled you closer, bodies practically flush.

"Here, look, let me remind you how much you love me. You really aren't acting like yourself, you know? That's okay though! I'll always be here for you, jewel!"

He brings you into a kiss before you can say anything else, grasp on your chin leaving to hold the back of your head, his other arm snaking around your waist and guaranteeing you no escape.

Even if you were to try and struggle, he doesn't let you leave until he's satisfied, humming and trailing kisses down your neck, seemingly eager to claim you as his own.

"You'll stay with me, won't you? We're meant to be, after all!"

If this overgrown kitty cat don’t leave the premises eisis I’m calling animal control 🥰

october writing prompt #5 - obsession + cuddling

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character: leona kingscholar, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Cuddling with Leona was as natural to you as breathing, at this point.

He was constantly whining and nagging about needing you, his little herbivore, to come and help him have a good nap. If you liked him any less, you would be annoyed.

But, unfortunately, you didn't have it in yourself to be truly irritated with the man. A terrible decision, on your part.

Why?

Well, simply put, because he always took advantage of it.

Dragging you out from classes whenever he pleased, making Ruggie fetch you whenever he liked, and worst of all - greeting you in Ramshackle as if you didn't distinctly remember locking the door only a couple hours ago. As if you had given him a key, or permission to come and go as he wished.

Sighing, you greeted him, a frown tugging at your features as you saw how the lion was sprawled out on your couch.

"Herbivore," He greeted back, a purr rumbling through him as he sent you a lazy, self-satisfied smile. "What're you doin' back so early? Ya miss me?"

"You wish." Is the huffed out reply as you put your things from throughout the day down, begrudgingly joining him and falling into his warm embrace. "Crowley pulled me out of class early for more chores. Got 'em done fast cause I wanted to rest before Grim got home."

"Perfect." Leona hums in contentment, burying his head into the crook of your neck and rubbing his face against you - you had heard that it was a beastman scenting thing, but you still hadn't asked about it before.

When you brought it up now, though, tired and curious, you weren't entirely sure it was right to ask.

The lion's voice sent shivers through you when he let out a dark, cocky laugh, letting you just hear his smirk. "Silly herbivore... it means you're mine." He hums as if it's that simple, as if there weren't goosebumps on your skin from his tone of voice alone.

"Anyone who knows anything, knows not to touch you. Tells 'em that they're in for hell if they do. Let's 'em know how obsessed I am with you."

Deuce rn: LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING

october writing prompt #6 - blood

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character: deuce spade, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, blood, implied murder, ace mentioned (not murdered), reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Blood.

It was all you could see, all that was around you, all that stained his clothes.

How had it come to this?

Deuce had always been a little rough, a little wild no matter how much he tried to hold it back, and at one point you would've said that you loved him for it. Even yesterday, if someone would've asked, you would've said with confidence that you loved your boyfriend for it and how safe it made you feel to have him with you.

That... you couldn't say that was the case. Not anymore.

You had come back to Ramshackle early, a bit unusual for your schedule, but a welcome change. You had expected to see Deuce there, of course, as you had given him a key quite a while ago.

What you didn't expect, was to see him covered in blood and grime, the room around him in a similar state. It wasn't the time, but you couldn't help but wonder how you'd be able to get all of that out of the carpet.

"Hm? Oh, love! You're home early!" He laughed nervously, bringing a hand to the back of his neck only to jolt away from it when he realized there was still blood covering it.

"Ahahaha... this... isn't what it looks like...?" He tries, anxiety written on his face as it's clear looking at the scene that something horrible transpired here.

Deuce quickly realizes that no excuse would be able to cover this up, and he visibly deflates as he sighs out a heavy breath, slight flush to his cheeks as it seems that tears come to his eyes.

"Listen, I know what this looks like- I swear, just let me explain and it'll all be fine! It was for you, I promise!"

Though reluctant at the sight of his crazed, desperate look, you end up agreeing after talking in circles for several moments. He wasn't going to let you just leave after stumbling into this, obviously, and it's not like you even had anywhere to go.

Even without that, though, you couldn't deny that his trembling frame and teary face made you feel slightly guilty at the thought of leaving. It wouldn't hurt to just let him say his piece, right...?

He thanks you, profusely, when you say that you'll hear him out.

"Oh, you have no idea how grateful I am to hear that! Of course, you're perfect, of course you would say yes. This is why I love you, you know?" He sniffles, moving ever-closer to you. "Really, it's not even a big deal, it was just someone getting in the way, you know? Ace even agreed with me, hahaha!"

"I just had to teach 'em a lesson, y'know?"

When you ask what he meant by that, he looked even more uncomfortable than when you first wandered in - a sharp and sudden contrast to the almost reverent look he had when he was praising you. Even if it was sweet, you knew that you had to push, just a little further...

"What's it matter?" Is what he decides on replying, scowl tugging at his features as he assesses you carefully. "It's not like they were anyone who mattered."

"It's better if you just stay by my side and let me take care of it anyways, darling. It's pretty lonely here at Ramshackle all alone, huh? Why don't you let me keep better watch of ya?"

"'Sides, I love you. It just makes sense for us to stay together, doesn't it? You've never had a problem with me being wild before, what's the difference now?"

AWAY FROM MY SON, SNAKEY 😔

october writing prompt #7 - accident + sick / injury

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character: jamil viper, twisted wonderland - others mentioned

contains: oc used as main character - not an x reader, slight yandere themes, male main character

view the oc here. for basics, he's more or less a black panther beastman (referred to as hybrid, as they are different things, but similar) named yuujirou. you can read the fanfic i'm writing for him here (quotev) or here (ao3).

Looking at the serpent in front of him, Yuujirou couldn't help but purse his lips with just a hint of distaste - nothing against Jamil, of course, but rather against what him being here meant.

You see, it wasn't exactly an ideal situation that the hybrid found himself in. It never seemed like it was.

Kalim had drug him into attending one of Scarabia's infamously spontaneous parties last night, and Yuujirou had ended up becoming ill. Not that he minded - leaving the gathering early was all but a blessing.

But, today, he was unfortunately made to stay home. So, here he was in Ramshackle, resting as much as he could without having Grim in his sights. He hadn't been expecting Jamil, evidently, especially with the blankets he had draped around him like a cloak, and his obvious bed-head.

"...So. Kalim sent you?"

"Yes, he insisted upon it." Jamil sighed, his stony façade breaking as he studied the panther with sharp eyes, relaxing in his presence and adjusting the items in his hold. Likely, a form of apology from Kalim. "Where has Grim gone off too? I thought he'd be taking the day off from classes as well."

He seemed fine for the most part, the serpent noted, despite how urgent he had been to just get out last night. For a moment there, he had even seemed like he was going to run out without any supervision to ensure that he would recover.

Everyone knew how impossible it was to find the hybrid when he wanted to remain hidden, so Jamil had been tasked with coaxing him back to Ramshackle - something he took pride in doing well even if it had led to him seeing the more concerning notes of last night.

The hybrid had been sick, violently so, and dazed beyond belief. It was something... far from comforting to see, knowing how sharp and present Yuujirou was at all times. Keeping him focused and cooperative was nearly impossible, but somehow, he had figured it out. A fact he was quite proud of - and one that had depressed Kalim to no end.

The panther hummed lightly, bringing the other back to the present, relaxing at the thought of his cub and gesturing for Jamil to come sit at the dining table with him.

"Jade offered to look after him for the day when he came by with Floyd this morning. He was quite upset when he heard that I wouldn't be there to help him stay entertained today, and when it came up Jade mentioned that it was the least he could do since I'm ill, with how much Floyd clings to me."

Jamil took a seat parallel from him, but cringed at the mention of the eels. "I truly... do not understand how you and them get along so well. But, I suppose that's not truly my business... It's likely better that you don't have to watch Grim while you're recovering, anyways. He must be a handful."

A nod from Yuujirou, and a thoughtful hum, even if he wouldn't have described the kit like that himself he couldn't deny the statements truth.

There's a moment of comfortable silence, both of them relaxing in the quiet company, and then shuffling when Jamil starts to present the things that he had brought with him.

"...I did my best to help Kalim select things that you would find useful, but I wasn't sure if there was any differences in medicines between beastmen and hybrids. If anything is out of place, let me know." His tone is clipped, but not unfriendly, and Yuujirou nods in understanding as his tail lazily swishes behind him.

"How are you feeling? Really, I'm unsure of how this even happened - I'll ensure that I find the mistake and amend it accordingly. If there's outside work to blame, I'll correct whoever thought to do this."

Yuujirou cocked his head at the sudden dark tone that Jamil's voice took, attentive as he looked at him with curious eyes.

"I'm sure it was just an accident, Jamil." He soothed unintentionally, not even noticing how much the serpent softened upon hearing his smooth voice. "That, or perhaps it was just something I'm unused to. There's many foods like that here, I've found... And, combined with the noise..."

It's the others turn to be curious, this time, full attention affixed to the hybrid in front of him at the casual admittance of what seemed to be a continued issue.

"Oh?" He prompted, but upon only receiving a nod, continued. "That seems that it would be quite a possibility, as well... Perhaps I'll have to ensure that you're able to experience more of the cuisine of the Scalding Sands..."

"And of the noise... I wish there was more I could do." Jamil sighs heavily, a wrinkle on his nose to go with his distasteful expression.

His eyes flick to Yuujirou's ears, almost hidden in his messy black hair, before focusing back on his face. Looking closely, one might've noticed his pupils dilate ever so slightly and how the slightest flush creeped up to his cheekbones, betraying his true emotions. He truly did care for the hybrid, didn’t he?

Clearing his throat, he regains both his train of thought and his composure, and continues. "As fond as Kalim is of you, I'm not quite sure that he'd give up on getting you to attend his meaningless celebrations."

Jamil doesn't bother to hold back the undercurrent of disdain in his voice as he normally would, sighing with a roll of his eyes, being rewarded by an affirming hum coming from Yuujirou.

"...I'm sure we'll work out a solution." Is what he decides upon answering, nuzzling into the blankets around him without much a thought, not even paying attention to how the serpent's heartbeat quickened as he sighed out in obvious contentment.

"I'd like to go back to resting, I think." The panther states after a few more moments of silence, blinking and rubbing his slightly bleary eyes. "You're free to take a break and stay at Ramshackle for awhile, if you'd like. It would be nice to have some good conversation."

Visibly lighting up, Jamil agrees before he can stop himself, and decides that it won't be so bad to get a bit behind on his tasks.

As long as he gets to stay with Yuujirou, and see this vulnerable state that few others were allowed to, he would be happy. It takes a moment for him to gain his composure, but once he does he helps the hybrid back up, letting him lead the way to the couch.

They spend the next while in comfortable quiet conversation, lazing as much as they could afford, soon falling into much needed sleep in each others company.

This will be quite the sight for whoever stumbles into them, hm?

Boy, go back to your Waka-sama fanboy closet💀

october writing prompt #8 - stalking + cooking

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character: sebek zigvolt, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, stalking, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Sebek felt downright shameful, watching you with a flushed face and a shake in his hands, peeking through a window like a creep.

He feels so bad about it, crossing his arms and making himself small while checking his surroundings seemingly every other moment, but he couldn't stop.

How was he supposed to, truly, when you were there?

You weren't doing anything special, really, just cooking dinner for you and your cat-monster. But Gods above and below (including the Young Master, of course), he couldn't handle it. How could one measly little human bring him to his knees like this?

He still couldn't figure it out, but watching you while worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, he couldn't find it within himself to care.

You should be his already, but he was too... he hated to say it, but shy, to come out and confess that he liked you yet. You'd say yes, of course, but that wasn't what concerned him.

What concerned him was how people would talk, how people would perceive him - especially the opinions of those he held dear. The Young Master, of course, but there was others - Master Lillia, even Silver. Those in his dorm (and those not) knew of how boldly he claimed his distaste for humans. You in particular.

Maybe that was why he was so enamored with you now, going as far as to practically stalk you as you were none the wiser, instead humming a cheery little tune as you cooked.

Both because of the practically forbidden nature, even if only by his own constraints, but also because of how utterly in need of protection you were.

How could he rest easy at night, knowing that anyone could be out here watching you like this, some with... impure intentions. Not that he had them, not at all, but the fact that someone could, theoretically, made him boil with anger.

You were his human, his to watch and care for and protect. No one else should be able to lay their eyes on you!

By the time you're in bed, he's so wound up by his own thoughts that he even goes about checking the locks, swearing and surely not being as stealthy as he thought he was - not that it mattered to him at the moment.

Surely, you'd understand if you caught him, wouldn't you?

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The gasp I gasped

october writing prompt #9 - love letter

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character: jack howl, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

He... wasn't sure how it ended up like this.

Jack just wanted to get closer to you, honestly. But... when he saw others getting more and more friendly with you, he couldn't stand it.

Worse was when he found another first year writing a love letter for you, even asking him to proofread it and tell them if he thought you would like it. He... couldn't control himself, then.

It wasn't his fault, really!

He just... had to do something to get the situation under control. He was sure that you'd forgive him if you found out, wouldn't you? You were always so good to him, there's no way that you wouldn't.

But, you know, for safety... he'd never let you figure it out.

At some point, he gets the smart idea to find ways to make others avoid you. Some threatening, some rumors, what difference did it make. As long as you were all his, it didn't matter.

And of course, you'd have to lean on him if he was all you had.

Jack couldn't wait to make that happen.

And while he waited, he would be satisfied with the way his fellow first years faces turned white whenever he found them doing anything distasteful... they shouldn't even be allowed to look at you with their filthy gazes.

He was just protecting you, didn't you know?

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Okay so first you make me cry happy tears and then you smack me in the face with this. Angst filled steak. :,)

october writing prompt #11 - broken + angst

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character: azul ashengrotto, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, angst, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Azul had always felt broken, in some way or another, if he was honest with himself.

He had never been anyone's first pick.

Which he could understand, truly - even as he ran a charitable business, he was seen as more of a shark than the gracious benefactor he was. All because people were afraid of fulfilling their sides of their deals.

But that was fine.

He had Jade, and Floyd, and had made a successful name for himself. Though... it was a lonely living.

Working was all he did with his time. Whether that be running the Lounge, or working on contracts or doing anything else needed behind the scenes, it was undeniable that he had turned into something of a workaholic.

After all, if he didn't have anything to show for himself, was he really worth anything?

It was... difficult. Living like this.

And then, Great Seven, you came into his life. The genuinely kind prefect of Ramshackle dorm, helping others at no merit to yourself and watching out for those you could. All without magic.

You piqued his interest immediately, of course, as someone with both connections and services to offer him. But then... his overblot came. And he saw you in an entirely new light.

He knew of your optimistic views before, some could even say childish, but when you outright forgave him for his atrocious behavior almost as soon as the ordeal had ended? He was taken aback.

Azul, seeing you, felt compelled to do more than work for what felt like the first time in his life.

The octopus was awkward about it, just like he was with everything else, stumbling and stuttering and blushing his way through your interactions.

But that was fine.

You were understanding, and oh so benevolent, welcoming into your little circle with open arms and a compassionate smile. Though... your friendliness never grew further than that.

Just. Friends.

His emotions for you swelled and stormed, and you never seemed to have an inkling as to what you did to him.

Giving him heart palpitations and butterflies in his stomach like in the movies, causing him to get distracted more and more often from his work. Profits started decreasing, at some point, though he hardly noticed. Jade scolded him, but he just couldn't get his mind off of you.

You, who were tenderhearted and caring - looking after Grim and the other first years, and anyone else who might need it. If he hadn't known of your oblivious nature, he might've been jealous, but he held it back for your sake. After all, you never noticed any romantic advances.

Right?

Or was it just his, that you didn't notice? He could swear, sometimes, that you were a bit too close to your friends, helping them just a bit too often.

But that was fine, wasn't it?

You wouldn't leave Azul all alone, would you? You'd have to love him, didn't you? He'd already given up so much for you... when would you just notice him?

He knew that the Tweels could tell something was wrong, as he grew ever more manic and paranoid, keeping tabs on you as discreetly as he could afford, taking more and more time away from the Lounge to instead try and worm his way closer and closer to you.

It... never seemed to work.

If he couldn't get your attention like this... maybe you just needed a bit of a motivator. He could do that. All he had to do was show you how much he loved you, didn't he?

It would... it would all be fine.

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I’m willing to bet my left ball sack that Y/N only came cuz Rook is terrifying

october writing prompt #12 - lovely

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character: vil schoenheit, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Oh, how absolutely lovely you were.

Catching Vil's attention was no easy feat, of course, but you had managed it. And yet... it seemed you were oblivious.

That made you all the more refreshing, but truly... He wished that you would just catch on already.

If it was anyone else, Vil would've lost interest already - but you weren't anyone else.

You were his darling.

Messy and undisciplined, sure, but he could fix that. Besides... if you didn't realize even his advances, then he was sure that no one else would be able to steal you away from him. His clueless little darling, weren't you?

As busy as you were running around NRC's campus, and taking care of that cat monster you ever so graciously took in, he was sure no one else would be able to get close enough to you to try, anyways. He was special - the only one you made time for with your hectic schedule, even if it took a bit of pushing.

He was sure that you weren't taking as many breaks as you should anyways - getting Rook and Epel to coerce you into coming over was surely the right move to both check up on you and force you to relax while getting closer to you.

He'd worm his way into your heart, slowly but surely.

It would be in poor taste to rush you, his love, and it wasn't like there was anyone at NRC that could compete with him. There was no way you would pick anyone above him.

He couldn't wait to see what face you'd make once you realized he had been pursuing you this entire time.

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Someone put this man in therapy

october writing prompt #13 - sweet

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character: idia shroud, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Idia knew that he was always going to be seen as a little bit pathetic, and he had long since made his peace with that - if it got him out of talking to people too often, he'd even count it as a blessing.

He just... wished that it didn't extend to you.

You were more excitable than him, sure, but you were different. Even though you were 3D, he felt more for you than he ever had for anyone animated.

It was odd, to say the least.

But... instead of shying away from you like he wanted, Ortho had somehow caught on, and now you two were together more than ever.

And the worst thing? He liked it.

He liked talking to you, and watching stupid movies, and seeing how you lit up when you talked about Grim. You were usually busy, thanks to that useless crow of a headmage - but he could change that easily enough. A couple emails or a few malfunctions on his computer and Crowley was busy enough to leave you alone.

You were sweet enough to go along with Ortho whenever he wanted you to meet with Idia, sometimes even bringing Grim, and the older Shroud just couldn't turn you away.

He tried, at first, but eventually it was commonplace for you to swing by as you liked and just watch movies with him, though you usually ended up chatting with him through it.

Anyone else, and he would've been mad at them for that.

But it was you.

And, as much as he hated it, he couldn't help but be obsessed with you. He'd thought about accessing cameras in Ramshackle more than a few times, though he never went through with it, trying to respect your privacy.

Each time he thought about it, though, and thought about seeing you so much more, acting how you did in private, his resolve got a little weaker...

Would you act the same at home? All bubbly, smiling and happily doing chores like you did when you helped other people?

Or would you finally let the act fall, letting yourself be greedy and relaxing like you clearly needed to?

Idia thought that he would kill to see you be selfish for once.

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Only time I’m gonna say

october writing prompt #15 - fantasy + lazy morning

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character: jade leech, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

If you were his, Jade knew exactly how he would treat you.

Of course, he'd make you his eventually, but that was neither here nor there. He'd indulge in his fantasies for now.

He'd wake you up with loving touches, caressing your face and pressing a light kiss to your forehead, watching you come to wakefulness with gentle eyes. In a perfect world, he wouldn't have to wake you up at all, but you both have responsibilities.

Once you're awakened, he'd whisper sweet nothings to coax you into getting up, all smiles at the sight of your dazed state.

You were always cute, of course, but tired and waking up in his arms? All the more.

He'd prompt you to shower whilst he went to make breakfast, lamenting that he couldn't treat you to breakfast in bed but making every morning a special occurrence nonetheless. You'd come out just as he finished brewing the tea, or coffee, or whatever you'd prefer.

He hadn't found out your favored drink yet, but all in due time.

Jade would seat you at the breakfast table, tame your hair and press a kiss to the edge of your lips, then set breakfast in front of you.

You'd thank him, sleep still on the edge of your voice as you looked at him all fond - not even noticing the hearts that he had in his eyes for you, like usual. He'd sit next to you - not across, never across, that would be too far - and soothe your worries of the upcoming day with that gentle tone of voice he knew you liked.

He always saw how you bit your lip when he used it, after all. He hadn't teased you for it, just because he didn't want you to stop making the lovely expression.

He loved seeing how he affected you.

If only these things could be in more than just his fantasies... but, he had things to do. He'd tend to you soon, and it wouldn't be long until you were in his arms.

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Boyyyy 🌚

october writing prompt #16 - heart

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character: silver, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, stalking, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Silver had always known there was something different about the way you drew him in.

Like a moth to a flame, he couldn't help but find his way to you. No matter what he did, or how much he tried to ignore his feelings, it always came back to you.

Though, he probably should've known by now that hearts will do as they please without concern for any logic. Watching you now (as he had many times before, admittedly), in the position he was, he had no choice but to admit that to himself. Finally.

Observing you had come easy to him.

It was instinct to glance your way whenever in your presence, noting whatever was going on with you that day and absentmindedly detecting any relevant information.

Which, really, could be anything.

He could consider anything about you to be the 'most important'. You were his world, his gravity, his heart. You were his fate. Anything you shared, even unwittingly, was just meant to be.

Though his tendency to fall asleep was a bit of an obstacle, Silver knew that it would all come together soon enough anyways.

You were his heart, and he was yours. Obviously. You just didn't know it yet - that was okay. He'd help you realize.

Proof of your connection was only solidified by the little things he found that you left behind, surely supposed to be offerings to make you two all the closer. You just seemed to be shy about talking face to face - he was fine with that. He could wait.

He had all the time in the world, if it was for you.

No matter what came between you, fate was sure, and that was all that mattered to him.

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I read the title and already knew this ginger aang wannabe was gonna be capping

october writing prompt #17 - hanging out

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character: ace trappola, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, aggressive ace, implied murder plotting, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Hanging out with Ace was something you did often - you two and Deuce were often seen as inseparable, but honestly you couldn't say you were all that close with the navy haired male.

You weren't sure whether he didn't like you, or maybe the friendly rivalry between the two Heartslabyul first years just wasn't as friendly as most people thought. Whatever the reason, you'd be an idiot if you didn't notice how Deuce seemed to be avoiding you lately.

It was... honestly starting to make you a little sad. You quite liked him, but it seemed like it wasn't reciprocated.

Bringing that up now, while casually lounging in Ramshackle with Ace, you couldn't help but notice how the red head's face twisted with confusion and maybe even a hint of frustration.

"Whaddya doin', always bringin' him up?" His words slightly slurred with his harsh tone, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. "He ain't worth any of your time, you know. You got all you need with me here with you, don't you?"

Even explaining that you missed him, and that you didn't understand why your trio drifted to a duo in the first place didn't seem to help.

"What? Who cares, it's not any of our business why he decided to stop hangin' around." Ace scoffed, shaking his head and roughly grabbing your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye and see his unconcealed irritation. "Ya like him or somethin'?"

There's nowhere to hide how you tremble a little at the eye contact, quickly diverting your gaze and willing yourself not to blush at the question.

It doesn't seem to work.

The red head sneers, finding your silence as just as much of an answer, letting you go and standing up with obvious anger. You tried to protest, deny the accusation and smooth things over, but it was too late. Ace wasn't stupid.

His rough exterior only emerges further when he grabs you by the arm, looking at you with a crazed glint in his eyes. "Seriously? I do everything for you and you fall for him?"

"What's he have that I don't, huh? I saw ya first, you're supposed to be mine! I'm the one that's been here for you, haven't I?" He sees the fear on your expression and clicks his tongue in frustration, unruly in the way that he pulls you flush against him, grip unrelenting and giving you nowhere to go.

He's too blinded by his rage to notice the way you flinched and how you shook in his hold, fearful of his sudden aggressive behavior, having no choice but to be forced into his warped version of a hug.

"Tch... just you wait, I'll get rid of him, he won't be an issue anymore. Without anything in the way, ya don't got any choice but to love me. Just like how I love you~"

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That's when I'm gonna stand up, take my people with me ✊🏾 Together we are going to a brand new home 🤝 Far across the river can you hear freedom calling? 🗣🗣🗣 Calling me to answer gonna keep on keepin' on 🤞🗿

october writing prompt #18 - locked + vacation

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character: riddle rosehearts, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, kidnapping / imprisonment, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

"Oh, don't look at me like that, rose. Just think of it as a little vacation, won't you?" Your captor coaxed, sweet as honey as he peered down at you, gentle smile a sharp contrast to the shackles around your wrists.

Struggling does nothing, it hasn't since you got here, but you still tried anyways.

Whining and shouting both did nothing, and crying was rewarded with nothing but more time with him. Riddle wasn't quite the person you expected to do anything like this, taking you away, but maybe you should've.

His need for control, his possessive and delusional behavior, that look in his eyes when you first stood up to him. They were all just warning signs for what was to come, in hindsight.

But, you know what they say about hindsight.

"I wish that you'd just come to understand my thoughts, my lovely rose." He sighed, crouching down in front of you and lightly caressing the side of your face - you had long since learned that moving away did nothing but frustrate him, so you stayed put, even trembling as you were. "You know I just want the best for you."

"I could be so much more lenient with you if only you followed the rules... They're there to keep you safe, my love."

Riddle frowned at your silence and your watering eyes, settling down beside you and carefully running his hands through your hair - he couldn't ruin it, of course, he had styled it ever so meticulously for you this morning. Only the best for you. Everything he gave, and everything he did for you, only reflected that.

"It doesn't seem you'll be coming around anytime soon..." He exhaled with exhaustion, letting his head rest against the wall behind him and looking up at the room he had painstakingly created for you.

The silence lasts long enough that you think, just maybe, that he might be coming around to the idea of letting you go as you had so begged.

"That's alright... I have all the time in the world for you. We'll get through this little rough patch, rose. You'll understand soon."

...Wishful thinking.

Writing prompts, October edition ✨

Cw: implied drugging, plot twist ig, Deuce is. Very. Pathetic here. Enjoy??? Gn reader

3. Drool+Holding Hands ft. Deuce Spade

Deuce didn’t know how to handle himself when it came to you.

It was as if his body had worked on its own, moving closer to snuggle into yourself, taking in the scent of comfort that seemed to pour out of you with each passing moment. Entwining his fingers with yours, marvelling at how well they fit with his. The sheer amount of euphoria this experience granted him pushed him over the edge, shakily falling onto your lap, dizzy

“Redacted… do you love me?” He whispered out, shuddering at the feeling of your cold fingers tracing his neck

“I will always love you, Deuce.” The sweet smile on your face held every drop of adoration you had in store for this… puppy of a man you had wrapped around your arms

Sure, it took a little… nudging, for him to finally get over how shy he was, but you were patient. You’d wait for years if it meant that Deuce would be yours. Slipping small, unimportant doses of love potions into the lunches you worked so hard on for him was simply a precaution. Dealing with all those overblots sure gave you at least some sense as to how this world worked, and having a cute and loyal partner to help go through tough times together was certainly the least you deserved.

Deuce didn’t know how to handle himself when it came to you. And you were well aware.