I Wanna Write These Soooo Bad!! Gimme A Character And Some Letters If You Can!!

I wanna write these soooo bad!! Gimme a character and some letters if you can!!

♡ Yandere Alphabet ♡

Remastered with permission from the creator. Original alphabet found here.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Hi! Can I be strawberry 🍓 anon?

Absolutely! It's a pleasure to meet you!

i love your writing so much... especially scaramouche ones. please write more yandere fics of him <3

I consider Scaramouche to be one of my many muses, so I plan to write for him for a long time

Hi hi! Could you write a yandere scara/childe with a darling who they only hear singing when they aren't around? Sweet, soft songs that they only hear in passing, if they hold their breaths and cross their fingers, because their wives refuse to share that part of themselves.

OMG MY FIRST REQUEST!!

Hello hi!! How are you!!!

Anyways, here's the little drabble I wrote for your amazing fic request.

Voice of an Angel

Yandere! Child x Fem! Reader

(obviously part of the growing fics in my forced marriage AU)

Baths were a favorite time of day for everyone in the household. For you, it was your time of solace. Childe, who hardly ever respected your privacy, gave you the privilege to have your baths alone. You'd soak in scorching hot water, and feel like you were drifting away. You wished you were. Anywhere would be better than being here, being with him.

And Childe, he loved your baths because you weren't truly alone. He was there, with an ear pressed against the door. The sounds of the water sloshing and you lathering your body were all nice, but it was that voice that drew him in. The way you sang when no one else was around.

A soft song. A song from your home he assumed, since he couldn't understand a single word of it. Heavenly was just one of the many ways he'd describe it and just like heaven, he wasn't able to touch it.

The you that you were now, wouldn't allow him to hear that voice, it was a treat that was banned from him. If word ever got out that he listened to you like this, he was sure you'd stop and never sing again. But that didn't mean he didn't love it. He'd love it more if it weren't through a wooden door. One singular obstacle that he could break down easily, but that didn't mean he'd get what he wanted.

He never even knew you could sing. Not until he passed by the bathroom that one fateful day and heard that dulcet sweet voice, echoing off the walls and into the hallway where he stood. Such a melodic, graceful sound had to be coming from you and it made his heart swell even more. Beautiful and talented. He truly was happy to call you his wife, even if you didn't enjoy that title just yet.

He'd allow you to keep taking your baths alone. Forever, if he had to. Even though he longed for the closeness of your body against his, for the mutual comfort and trust of bathing one another, he preferred this. To be there when you didn't know it, ear pressed to the door and hearing your sorrowful ballad. Your voice longing for a home that you wouldn't go back to.

Such beauty was wasted on him, he knew that, yet he'd still find a way to take it from you.

hey came across your blog and fucking love it...my only request is keep writing yandere content but a bit longer blog....I don't want the content to end so soon 😭

I know 😭😭 I just get so excited to share my ideas so I write little short fics to get them out there.

It's a problem I really need to work on, I'm impatient even with myself, but I do have a couple long fic wips. Specifically the Ayato one that I'm working on and I want to write for Diluc as well.

Hey girl found your blog and loving it so far

Can I request a yandere alhaitham forcing a marriage while making it seems he is not (does that even make sense 😭)

Hi friend! I could be wrong, but I think you're asking to be gaslit and manipulated. In which case, I got you.

It's What You Wanted

Yandere! Alhaitham x Reader

The papers in front of you had this foreboding energy around them, like you were doing something wrong, even though it was something you agreed to. Or maybe it was the ramifications of them, the papers themselves weren't scary, they were just pages after all, but it was what they meant. What they represented for you.

His name was already signed on one side in his usual neat, cursive penmanship. The other line lay blank, empty, and waiting for your name next. Your name. You. It was just waiting for you to finish it.

“Well?” He questioned into the silence that sat over the both of you. He was always so nonchalant and today was no different. One leg crossed on the other and a book sat over his knee, keeping the pages open for him to begin reading again. He was treating this as if it wasn't a major decision for him, life changing even, but that energy suited his character.

You picked up the pen, but it felt heavy in your hand and you trembled, making you sit it back down, “Don't you think this is a bit of a bad decision, Alhaitham?” You questioned with a little sweat on your brow.

“You're the one who came up with the idea,” he retorted.

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but shut it again. What he was talking about was an offhanded comment you'd made at the table a few days ago. After a night of drinking and complaining about having to return home, at the wishes of your mother and father, you drunkenly complained on and on about your problems. Once your term was over at the academia, they expected you to be on your way back home, despite your wishes to stay.

Your parents, being the old fashioned people that they were, wouldn't listen to your word, but the word of your husband? That's what mattered most in the world to them. You muttered something about actually wishing you were married for once, how it'd make it easier for your parents to actually listen to you, but didn't say much else.

You remembered seeing Alhaitham raise an eyebrow over the cover of his book at that and take another small sip of his drink, but other than that, nothing more was said about the comment. Not until now.

“But…would this even be okay with you? This is marriage,” you tried to press the importance of this to him, but his green eyes didn't even seem phased. He was always so hard to read, unless he outright said it, you never knew what he was thinking.

“You want to stay, don't you?” His words made your stomach drop. He was right, you did want to stay. You wanted to live in Sumeru for as long as possible. You wanted to keep studying and learning. You wanted to be close to your friends.

“I do, but…”

“You should just sign it,” he pushed the paper on the table closer to you once more, “It’s better you do this with me than some random guy who'll just use this against you. Think logically.”

You sighed and looked down at the blank space. Your name was to go there, but your hesitance was eating you alive. This didn't feel right. The idea, while a fun one in theory, was one that you wouldn't be able to get yourself out of easily.

Before you had the chance to think about it more, the page was picked up. Your eyes followed it as he held it in his hands and stood from the table. He didn't look at you once as he did this, the lack of acknowledgement making your heart drop to your stomach.

“What are you doing?” You questioned rather hurriedly, surprising even yourself.

“Destroying this,” was all he said, a hint of boredom in his voice again, “It's obvious that you want to go back home with your parents, so there's no reason to keep it around. I can't risk anyone taking it and having my signature.”

The speed at which everything was happening made your mind spiral out of control. All the emotions you were feeling swirled together, crashing inside your head until all that was left was fear. Fear of having to leave, fear of losing your freedom, the fear that your last chance was just going to walk away.

“No! Wait!” You shouted and Alhaitham stopped in his tracks, “I'll- I'll sign it.” The words felt like an anchor on your chest, but you knew they were what you had to do. He was right. You didn't want to go back to your parents.

He placed the page back in front of you, but instead of sitting back down, he stood beside you. His large body hovered over yours, casting a shadow that felt even more ominous. You could feel the heat coming off of him making your skin prickle up with goosebumps.

Alhaitham picked up the pen for you, his touch was gentle as he handed it to you. His finger tips brushed across yours, his touch lingering a bit longer than it should've.

Your hand shook the entire time you wrote. Your name was scribbled, but it was yours. You'd signed it. You thought you'd breathe a sigh of relief, of joy knowing that you'd done it, you'd secured your freedom, but instead you still felt that suffocating pressure.

He picked the paper up before you could change your mind, “I'll get this registered,”

“But we'll get it annulled after talking to my parents, right?” You asked a bit neverously, a feeling of dread sinking it.

“Sure,” he responded, it sounded like his usual monotone voice or at least he was trying to make it seem that way. He was still facing away from you, so you didn't know for sure, but a part of you could swear you were hearing a smirk in his voice.