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(Writing more about my OC cause I have a problem, mostly his backstory though!!)
Yandere! Male OC x Reader
Yuri used to be a knight. Although, that was a long time ago. Very few people know about it and even less are willing to ask him for details, if they do he shushes them with a gentle smile and calmly changes the conversation. He'd rather not go into the details. But the subtle change in his eyes says that it's a rather sensitive subject.
He was immediately born into hardships. Terrible eyesight and poverty, it wasn't long before he lost his parents, becoming an orphan wandering the streets. There were few places he could go without schooling and schooling he couldn't afford without a job, it was a viscous cycle. Becoming a knight was his last choice and the only thing that turned out right for him.
The white haired man was known for his brutality, for his lack of care and empathy on the battle field, for his efficiency and ability to get things done quickly. So much so that he was recognized by the king himself. His highness welcomed Yuri up for an audience and offered the man whatever he desired, he deserved it for all the work he'd done for the country.
Yuri answered without a beat, "I wish to be discharged."
Muttering filled the room, immediately silenced by the raising of the king's hand. If that's what he wanted, them so be it. Yuri was honorably discharged and allowed to leave the knights without being considered a defector. His pension was small, but it was something, it was a start, and it'd keep him from going back to the streets.
He thought he'd be once again in a scenario where he was desperate for work, but so much wasn't the case. Almost immediately after his audience, he was greeted by your father. An older gentleman, his hair greying from age and stress, he immediately asked for Yuri to work for him, and for a pretty penny at that.
Initially, Yuri thought he was being hired for mercenary work, a line that he truthfully didn't want to get into. But instead he stepped into a carriage and was taken to a place he'd never been before, a place he didn't think he'd have the opportunity to go to: school. A training school for butlers in specific.
He expected to live his life in servitude of the sword, only to instead be living it in service of another. At times, his training to be an acceptable butler was harder than basic training for the military, but he was being paid to be here and his schooling was paid for as well, he couldn't abandon the job.
Six months passed and he was finally able to meet you, his lady. You were not to know of his past, the idea of how much blood he'd previously had on his hands would frighten you, your father was sure of it, but Yuri was still to keep his sword close. He chuckled at the thought, realizing just what he was being used for, not just a butler, but a bodyguard as well. A personal knight without all the formalities, with all the work your father put into him, his loyalties were surely only going to lie with you.
You greeted him the day after your birthday, the only daughter of the Duke, it was obviously they spent a fortune on your etiquette classes, not a single thing was off about the way you introduced yourself to him. As much as he wished in hindsight that it was love at first sight, that he fell for you upon seeing you on that very first fateful day, that wasn't the case.
It took months before Yuri viewed you as more than his employer, something that seemed to upset you. He could tell you wanted to be closer to him, and the way you smiled, laughed, and even playful begged broke down his walls. He found himself doing more than working for you, serving your tea, arranging your clothes, and planning your schedule, he found himself doting on you.
So when you watched as he placed a few light snacks in front of you, your eyes lingering on his fingers and specifically the large amount of callouses he had on them, he knew you were going to ask.
And ask you did, oh so sweetly, "Why are your hands so rough, Yuri?"
He merely chuckled as he continued to serve you. He'd never tell you that his hands had killed, that he knew the grip of a sword better than he knew how to hold a teapot. He'd never tell you who he was before, it was the life he left behind after all. The him you knew now was all you needed to know, and he loved you far too much for you to look at him differently.
"I supposed I don't take good care of them, my lady," he answered smoothly, quickly changing the subject before you had the chance to ask anything more, "I heard the tailor will be coming soon. Why don't you tell me what you're planning to have made?"
Guys, I like that you like this fic. I appreciate it very much, but please stop asking for a part two. It's very redundant and repetitive and a little discouraging. I love that you guys like my fics, but every single comment asking for the same thing is a bit much.
Make Me Your God, I Can Give You Everything
Yandere! Scaramouche x Broken! Reader
Part of {Mai Playlist}
“Do you love me?”
“Yes, my lord Scaramouche,”
“How much?”
“More than anything, my lord Scaramouche,”
“Would you kill for me?”
“Happily, my lord Scaramouche,”
“Would you die for me?”
“If it would please you, my lord Scaramouche,”
Like a broken record repeating the same phrase over and over, you spoke your words with little emotion, hardly even a change in cadence. You looked at him, but your eyes had lost that familiar glimmer, that light that he'd come to rather enjoy, even if it was annoying. That light was perseverance, it was hope, it was your drive and will, but now it was gone and you often just looked more like a doll than he did.
“What’s something that would bring you joy?” He asked. Typically, he wasn't one to spoil you, but the last few weeks of you just being so docile and…empty. It had him worried. He wanted that spark back, that light in your eyes. He wanted you back.
“You, my lord Scaramouche,”
“No,” he spat back angrily, “What will really bring you joy? What will make you happy?”
“Anything you offer me is a gift enough, my lord Scaramouche,”
Annoyance caused him to stand swiftly from his chair and march over to where you sat, still as a board and posture straight, just like he'd drilled into you many times before. When he raised his hand to strike you, you didn't even flinch, making him lower it in surrender. You were still as beautiful as the day he got you, still as soft and your voice still as sweet. But you were hollow. Had he truly broken you down so?
He slumped back in his seat and sighed out longingly and you still barely moved. He made a motion with his hand for you to come closer and without a word, you did, “Sit. Join me,” he ordered. Promptly, you sat on his lap, the weight of your body comforting him. You were still in there, somewhere.
“I didn't want this,” he mumbled, his face pressed into you back, arms wrapped around your waist.
“You didn't wish for me to sit here?” You questioned, preparing to stand, but he pulled you back down with little resistance.
“No. I didn't want you to end up like this,” he squeezed your waist a bit tighter, making you let out a shallow breath, “Why couldn't you just love me as you were before. Why did it have to come to this?”
“I do love you, my lord,”
He pushed you from his lap and you crumbled to the floor, still, with little resistance. You didn't look scared or shocked, you didn't even look hurt from the way you'd fallen. Just there. He remembers the last time he'd done something similar to you. You spat at his feet in defiance. Mentally, he cringed at how hard he'd punished you that day. One of the many days of punishment that led to you becoming what you are now. Empty.
“I'm…I'm sorry,” he struggled to get the words out. Eyeing your face he saw something different, the slight raise of your eyebrows, before they fell again. But it was something. It was you, even for just a second, “Is that what you want? An apology?”
He kneeled before you and took one of your feet into his hands, his cold hands traced the soft skin of it. Scaramouche hadn't taken a knee for anyone in years. No one except his creator and the Tsaritsa herself. Both archons, but he put you on a similar pedestal. A kiss was pressed right against the toe of your foot and he felt your body jolt.
“Come back to me,” he pressed another kiss to your foot, “You'll be worshiped, not broken again.”
Tire popped off of my car while I was driving today, so I might have to pick up even more extra shifts to get that fixed. I'll still try to write here and there though.
So I've literally exceeded this follower goal, which I'm so grateful for! I'm still in a bit of a pickle with my car situation, but I'll definitely get started on this soon!
When I reach my next follower goal, which is 1,500, I'll do how the Yanderes consummated their marriages.
My partner causally mentioned wanting to lock me in a cage and keep me away from everyone forever.
And buy me McDonald's.
So obviously, I'm winning.
Wanting to write for any other fandoms, but then my mind immediately thinks about all the different ways Scaramouche can be mean to me and he fills my drafts again
I DON'T CARE IF I TASTE LIKE A BOWL OF CHANGE, I'M NOT TAKING THEM OUT
I just read a grafitti that said ‘pierced titties taste like house keys’ and now im about to take my piercings out
People assume that they know why I like Scaramouche/Wanderer, but they're never right. In actuality, I just really really love characters that wear hakama.
Kyoutani Kentaro and his ultra cute girlfriend! People often wonder how someone so gruff and scary looking ended up with someone as cute as you. You're all frills and ruffles, big smiles and sweet laughs, and he just seems to be the exact opposite.
You wonder if people know just how much a sweetheart he is, being the main one excitedly showing you plushies releases and dresses he thinks you'd be cute in. A picture of you is his home screen, lock screen, and another just rests on his bedside table, even if you live together with him.
"Doll face," he calls you. Most people would think that he's insulting you with the way he says it almost sarcastically. Arms crossed and eyes staring to the side, but if you look closely at his cheeks, you can see the faintest hint of a blush. You are his doll. And he adores everything about you.
I'm slowly easing my way back into the haikyuu fandom, but I'm sure y'all have noticed...
...yandere Kenma coming soon...
Just saw someone reblogged a post and I read the tags (Cause I so do that) and one of them was fav authors 😭😭😭!!!!
Like really??? You mean it????
I am running late for work, but I can't stop brainstorming ideas for Sylus fics. I might still be on the maid train. Or a hired assassin enemies to lovers type thing. Or go absolutely freak nasty disgusting like I want to and have him pay us to make him submissive.
You know I'm serious about them when I make tik tok folders dedicated to edits of them
Rich men I think I could dom:
Nanami Kento
Diluc Ragnvindr
Sylus
Literally any man in Haikyuu tbh
The fics that I'd been most nervous to drop recently were my haikyuu drabbles and the Sukuna one. Mostly cause those are fandoms I haven't written for in a long long time, but I'm happy to see that people like them. I might've lost my touch a bit, but it feels good to be easing my way back into it and expanding my works.
me: i'm gonna for other characters also me: what if i wrote another fic with diluc
TW: substance abuse.
I was thinking about a list of headcanons where reader abuses substances in a yandere household (weather or both they give them to you is debatable), but I cracked myself up thinking about titling it "A Cold Cigarette to Ease the Pain,"
I deadass wish I could pay someone to update my masterlist for me, cause I hate doing the shit, but I know I gotta cause sometimes I struggle to find my own damn works without it.