Fang Dokja's I-Am-Currently-Mindblocked Dark Humor Stories

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Chapter 1: You’re a Pervert, and He’s in Denial.

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You’re a Pervert, and He’s in Denial.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 552

♡ A/N. I'll be busy the next two weeks (maybe even more) because of IRL work. So, best I can do for now is short posts, hope you guys understand. Sorry. :(

♡ Yandere! Neurosurgeon who thrives on precision, each movement of his hands deliberate, each decision calculated. Who finds the human mind fascinating, but yours? Yours defies logic. A synaptic chaos he can’t diagram or dissect, no matter how many sleepless nights he’s spent trying.

♡ Yandere! Neurosurgeon who’s used to control. In his operating room, life and death dangle by his fingertips. But you? You’re an anomaly. A ticking time bomb he can’t defuse, yet can’t stop watching, studying, obsessing over.

♡ Yandere! Neurosurgeon who first saw you in his hospital’s waiting room, sitting cross-legged and flipping through a medical textbook. Not reading it, no—that would’ve been normal. No, you were licking the pages.

“Do you think the paper’s laced with formaldehyde? Mmm. Tastes like it.” You’d grinned, teeth flashing too wide, too eager, as his face betrayed the faintest hint of a grimace.

He should’ve left it there. He should’ve called security. Instead, he let you in. Let you talk. Let you creep under his skin.

Now, you’re everywhere. Every shift, every night, every damn corner of his mind.

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He watches you from across the room, gloves bloody from the latest surgery. The smell of iron and antiseptic lingers between you two, the only barrier keeping his composure intact.

“You’re so clean,” you muse, tilting your head like an animal studying prey. “I bet your insides are neat, too. Like… compartmentalized. I wonder if your brain matches.”

His lips press into a line. A thousand responses coil in his throat, none making it past the tight noose of his self-restraint. You’re joking, surely. You always are. But it doesn’t stop the shiver crawling down his spine, the phantom sensation of your hypothetical scalpel dragging across his scalp.

“You’re disgusting,” he finally manages, voice flat.

“And you’re intrigued,” you purr, leaning in close enough for him to smell the faint metallic tang of blood on your breath. Did you bite your lip again? Or worse—someone else’s?

He steps back. You step forward.

“You’re so boring, Doctor. So… orderly. Don’t you ever wonder what it’s like to break something? I do.” Your smile widens, sharp and unhinged. “Like you.”

His stomach churns, but his pulse quickens. A part of him—the part he loathes most—can’t stop imagining what you’d look like broken. Laid out on his table, all your twisted, perverse thoughts spilled open for him to finally understand.

He’s dissected hundreds of brains, mapped neural networks with precision no one else could match. But he knows, with bone-deep certainty, that yours would drive him mad.

And he hates—hates—how much he wants to try.

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Chapter 2: Your Idea of Flirting? A Box of Body Parts.

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Your Idea of Flirting? A Box of Body Parts.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 622

♡ A/N. Yandere! Neurosurgeon stories have officially been subjected to my comedy shiz posts. Also, getting mindblocked in dead dove stuff, so have some shiz posts.

♡ Yandere! Neurosurgeon who prides himself on being stoic, composed, and borderline unshakable. Until you came along—chaotic, deranged, and so unabashedly you that he’s pretty sure you exist solely to spite the Hippocratic Oath.

It’s his birthday, but he didn’t tell you that. Why? Because he didn’t trust you not to make it weird.

And yet, here you are, standing at his doorstep with the kind of grin that makes his stomach churn. You’ve got a gift-wrapped box in your hands—wrinkled paper, suspicious stains on the edges—and the sort of twinkle in your eye that screams: I’ve done something illegal, but it was for you.

“Happy Birthday, Doctor!” you chirp, thrusting the box into his chest before he can shut the door in your face.

“How do you even know it’s my birthday?” he asks, his voice flat and skeptical.

You tap your temple knowingly. “Oh, I have my ways. Now open it!”

Against his better judgment, he does. The second he peels back the wrapping paper, the smell hits him—iron, formaldehyde, and something disturbingly organic.

“What the hell is—”

“It’s a brain!” you announce proudly, like a kid showing off a macaroni art project. “Actually, there are three brains. Plus a couple of spinal cords. And—oh, my favorite—a perfectly preserved vagus nerve! Took me forever to get that one out intact.”

♡ Yandere! Neurosurgeon stares at the contents of the box, his gloved hands frozen mid-air. A human brain, alright. Two, actually. The third looks like it might belong to a chimpanzee. Nestled alongside them are neatly coiled nerves, a few bloodied scalpels, and—What the hell, is that a severed hand?

“Where,” he begins slowly, voice tight with barely restrained horror, “did you get all of this?”

You blink innocently, as if the question is offensive. “A magician never reveals her secrets.”

“This isn’t magic, this is felony-level desecration!” he snaps, stepping back as though the box might spontaneously combust.

“Oh, come on,” you pout, stepping into his space. “You’re always going on about how fascinating the brain is, how every nerve tells a story, blah blah blah. I thought this would make you happy!”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, willing himself not to scream. “I’m not happy. I’m horrified. This is—this is insane.”

“You’re blushing, though,” you tease, leaning closer.

“I’m not blushing—”

“You are! You love it, don’t you? You’re secretly flattered!”

His lips press into a thin line. Is he mortified? Absolutely. Does a small, twisted part of him feel a twinge of pride that you’ve tailored your madness so specifically to his work? …Also yes.

“I should call the police,” he mutters, setting the box down on the nearest surface.

“You won’t,” you say smugly, plopping yourself onto his couch like you belong there.

“No, I won’t,” he sighs, rubbing his temples. “God help me.”

“Happy Birthday, Doctor.”

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Chapter 3: Royal Duties: looking pretty, sitting still, watching your guards destroy the kingdom.

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Royal Duties: looking pretty, sitting still, watching your guards destroy the kingdom.

♡ Yandere! Royal Guards who treat your apathy like a divine test of their loyalty. Your throne is less a seat of power and more a cage, though they refuse to acknowledge that. Every breath you take is their purpose, every sigh their condemnation.

♡ Yandere! Royal Guard who moves like a predatory beast, his grin sharp enough to carve flesh, chaos gleaming in his eyes. “My queen, chess grows so dull—why not use live pawns? Let me fetch some prisoners. Their screams will amuse you!” His gloved hands twitch, eager to pluck a sacrifice. But you only glance at the window, your disinterest sharper than any blade. His grin falters. “As you wish,” he murmurs, hybrid-wolf ears flicking with barely concealed frustration.

♡ Yandere! Royal Guard who radiates extreme devotion, his honeyed voice a weapon of manipulation. “Forgive his vulgarity, Sovereign,” he coos, kneeling before you. “I’ve composed a sonnet in your honor. Would you allow me the pleasure of reciting it?” When you turn your head, he presses a hand to his chest, anguish curling his blackened angelic wings. “Your silence wounds me,” he whispers, though his gaze hardens, calculating. “Perhaps you’ll smile if I bring the heads of dissenters instead.”

♡ Yandere! Royal Guard who is a wall of pure hardened muscle, his every movement precise, deliberate, terrifying. He stands silently behind you, an immovable shadow, until— “Fight me.” The words rumble like thunder, his eyes gleaming with challenge. “You’ll enjoy it.” He doesn’t flinch when you lazily decline. He simply nods once and steps outside, where the earth shudders with the force of him taking out his frustration on the training grounds. Blood pools beneath crushed dummies—your name scrawled across their shattered faces.

They vie for your attention with games that end in carnage and offerings of terror you never requested. Their obsession festers in your shadow, their twisted comedy a hymn to your indifference. And still, they swear to protect you, though it’s the world that needs protection from them.

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Chapter 4: You got isekai’d. Now three murder machines think your blank stares are divine wisdom.

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You got isekai’d. Now three murder machines think your blank stares are divine wisdom.

♡ Yandere! Royal Guards who don’t realize their beloved Sovereign is just some random girl from another world with no clue what’s happening.

♡ Yandere! Royal Guard who prowls at your feet like a starving beast, ears twitching, tail lashing, his grin full of sharp promises. “Sovereign, I’ve torn out the tongues of the palace spies. Their screams were... exquisite.” His voice purrs, expectant, waiting.

You stare blankly. “Ah.”

His pupils dilate. His breath shudders. “...Your restraint is incredible.”

♡ Yandere! Royal Guard who kneels before you, his wings folding like a dying swan’s. “Sovereign, forgive my forwardness, but do you love us?” His angelic eyes shine with desperation, manic with devotion. “You need only say it, and we shall set fire to the world in your name.”

You blink slowly. He is sweating.

“…Sure.”

His breath hitches—his body trembles—his fingers dig into his chest as though holding his heart inside his ribs. “Such… modesty,” he breathes. “To hide your love beneath cold indifference—your restraint is divine.”

♡ Yandere! Royal Guard who glowers from the shadows, a hulking wall of destruction. “Fight me.” His voice grinds like crushed bone, deep and sharp. “Your fists. Now.”

You shake your head. “No thanks.”

His nostrils flare. His hands twitch. “...You are waiting,” he mutters. “You want me to earn it.” His eyes gleam with lethal reverence. “I will not disappoint you.”

You sip your drink. He goes outside. The walls tremble. The ground shakes. The screams of unfortunate trainees echo into the sky.

They don’t know that you, a confused isekai victim, have no idea what they’re saying. They think your apathy is an unfathomable test. Every blank stare fuels their madness.

And the worst part? You’re just trying to stay alive.

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♡ Note. This is NOT canon . Reader is canonically genetically equipped, capable in her position despite the chaos of the Yandere! Royal Guards, and her apathetic personality is really made to be that way. This is a what-if fanfic to the main story.

♡ A/N. Anon, my request box is closed even for short requests (this isn't an ask, but a request). Also, please read the RULES before making requests. I only allowed this since I do plan on opening Anon requests; but, I haven't made the official announcement. My request box will officially open 2-5 months from now. But... since this can be used for drabbles anyway, fine. Don't expect me to spoil you guys though! I'm already swamped with a lot of long project requests alongside other works. Also, I don't like doing canon-divergent works of my OC's usually, but fine. Short, attempt at humor idea. Seriously. Please read the Rules, I don't like repeating myself.

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Chapter 5: “I’d love to get inside your head.” He thought you meant emotionally.

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“I’d love to get inside your head.” He thought you meant emotionally.

♡ Yandere! Neurosurgeon who has the unfortunate honor of being the prime target of the hospital’s resident freak.

♡ Yandere! Neurosurgeon who knows you’re obsessed with him. It’s not even subtle. The way you lurk outside his office, how you always manage to sit across from him in the break room, the time you somehow got hold of his baby pictures.

♡ Yandere! Neurosurgeon whose colleagues tease him relentlessly.

“She’s so into you, dude.”

“She probably has a shrine dedicated to you in her closet.”

“She breathes in your surgical mask leftovers.”

♡ Yandere! Neurosurgeon who tries to ignore it—until the gifts start coming.

First, a detailed anatomical sketch of his brain. His. Signed with a red lipstick kiss.

Then, a box of… something wet. He didn’t check. He just burned it.

And then, his personal favorite: a handwritten note that simply read, "Can’t wait to see what’s inside you."

♡ Yandere! Neurosurgeon who is this close to getting a restraining order—until he walks into an active crime scene and finds you standing over a dissected CEO, humming.

“Oh, hey, Doc!” You beam, twirling a scalpel. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. The blood pooling at your feet is still warm. The corpse’s ribs are spread open like a grotesque gift box.

“You—” His voice catches. “You’re—”

“The serial killer?” You tilt your head. “Yup.”

A long, horrible pause.

Then you grin.

“Also, guess what?” You step closer, blade glinting.

His stomach drops.

“You’re next.”

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Chapter 6: A love letter: from a guy who’s watched every movie, probably knows your underwear size.

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A love letter: from a guy who’s watched every movie, probably knows your underwear size.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 1,037

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who's a highly successful and respected CEO. He's young, attractive, disgustingly competent, and everyone kisses the ground he walks on. But deep down? He’s a terminally online fanboy who has spent an unhealthy amount of time overanalyzing every single role you've ever played.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who's in board meetings discussing billion-dollar acquisitions, yet his mind is occupied with that one interview where you casually mentioned your favorite brand of tea. He's definitely the type of person who has an entire Reddit archive dedicated to dissecting every subtle micro-expression you make.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who has been in the trenches of fandom wars over you. He's argued on forums, destroyed lesser mortals in Twitter debates, and singlehandedly written an unhinged 100k-word dissertation about your artistic choices. His assistant knows better than to bring up your name in his presence unless they want to hear a three-hour lecture about "symbolism" in your performances.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who definitely has a burner account where he trashes your haters. The fact that he owns entire media conglomerates and could just buy out any publication that slanders you? Irrelevant. The thrill of obliterating someone in an online debate is far more satisfying. His employees whisper that he turns into an eldritch beast when someone misinterprets one of your characters.

♡ Yandere! Producer who has been in charge of your career since you were too young to know what a contract was. Who molded you into the perfect performer, ensuring that no matter what role you played, you would be the best in the industry. He's the reason you're the heir to an empire instead of some washed-up has-been.

♡ Yandere! Producer who's a ruthless perfectionist. If you even THINK about slacking off, he appears out of thin air to personally drag you back to work. You’ve never once seen him take a break. You’re not even sure if he sleeps. His entire existence revolves around making sure you're always at your peak.

♡ Yandere! Producer who definitely doesn't have romantic feelings for you. Absolutely not. That would be inappropriate. He’s just extremely invested in you. Extremely protective. Extremely willing to ruin anyone who dares to speak ill of you. But it’s not love. Nope. Not at all.

♡ Yandere! Producer who would rather perish than let you retire. You want to take a break? Go off the grid? Live like a normal person? Cute. Real cute. But no. Not happening. He’ll personally drag you back to set himself if he has to.

♡ Yandere! Rival who's your childhood best friend turned arch-nemesis. The two of you were supposed to rule the industry together. Instead, you betrayed him. You left him behind. You chose your career over him, and now he despises you. Except he doesn’t. He just wants to strangle you and kiss you at the same time.

♡ Yandere! Rival who is the only person who truly knows you. The deadpan, asocial, walking existential crisis that exists beneath all the roles you play? He’s seen it. He’s lived it. He’s watched you go from some awkward kid who just wanted to escape reality to the living legend you are today. And he hates it. He hates that you succeeded without him.

♡ Yandere! Rival who makes it his personal mission to ruin you. Not out of malice, of course. Just… intense, aggressive, deeply personal spite. He'll buy out companies just to sabotage your projects. He'll challenge you at every turn, making sure you never have a moment of peace. And if you ever show weakness? If you ever show even a hint of wanting to run away from all of this?

Yeah. No. He’s dragging you back himself.

♡ Yandere! Hater who is, objectively speaking, your most logical critic. He doesn’t simp. He doesn’t fanboy. He doesn’t give a shit about your popularity. He just thinks you’re a fraud.

♡ Yandere! Hater who has made an entire career out of analyzing and criticizing you. He's one of the few people who sees past all the personas, the roles, the carefully constructed images you create. And he calls you out for it constantly.

♡ Yandere! Hater who roasts you mercilessly. He sees through every act, every calculated move, every attempt you make to distance yourself from reality. He calls you a coward for never playing roles that hit too close to home. And you hate how much he’s right.

♡ Yandere! Hater who definitely doesn’t have feelings for you. Absolutely not. Just because he keeps tabs on all your projects? Just because he watches every single one of your performances with an almost obsessive level of scrutiny? Just because he memorized your entire career history down to the most obscure details?

Yeah, no. He just thinks you're a hack. That’s all.

And you?

You’re just here. Existing. Barely surviving the sheer insanity of these people. You grew up in an industry where everyone wears a mask, so you became the best at it. You play roles because it’s easier than being yourself. You disappear into characters, because facing reality is overrated.

You’re the dead-eyed, sleep-deprived, existential crisis-ridden heir to an entertainment empire, and somehow, you’ve collected an entire legion of obsessive psychos who can’t decide whether they want to ruin you, worship you, or lock you in a gilded cage.

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Chapter 7: Rivals, fanboys, and haters all agree: your fanfic is a masterpiece… in the worst way.

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Rivals, fanboys, and haters all agree: your fanfic is a masterpiece… in the worst way.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 494

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who has dedicated his life to success, power, and the complete monopolization of your existence. Who is, by all means, an untouchable CEO, a name that inspires fear and admiration alike—except behind closed doors, he’s the most dedicated, sleep-deprived, and utterly deranged fan of you to have ever existed.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who owns every single piece of merchandise, every illegally obtained behind-the-scenes clip, every audition tape, and an archive of interviews that not even your own company has access to. Who can quote your lines better than you can, analyze your performances with the depth of a seasoned scholar dissecting philosophy, and who has, in his spare time, written a multi-chapter, 500k-word slow-burn angst fic of you that is currently the number one trending fic on AO3.

♡ Yandere! Producer who absolutely loathes fanfiction. Who has spent years perfecting your brand, crafting your public persona, and micromanaging your every move only to find out that some hormonal keyboard warrior had the audacity to make you submissive in a fic. Who is two seconds away from tracking the IP addresses of these degenerates and making sure they never write a single word again.

♡ Yandere! Rival who finds it hilarious. Who screenshots the most ridiculous fics and sends them to you at 3 AM with messages like "LMAO THIS U?" Who has no shame and will absolutely read smut aloud to your face just to watch you suffer. Who, after discovering Yandere! Fanboy’s fic, has immediately made it his mission to ruin his life by reading it in the most obnoxious voice possible.

♡ Yandere! Hater who pretends he doesn’t care. Who sneers and calls it cringe but has, in reality, read every single one of them and even left anonymous comments because he needs to correct these brain-dead interpretations of your character. Who treats it like a full-time job, dissecting each fic, criticizing bad dialogue, and complaining when a writer gets your personality wrong. Who definitely had an aneurysm when he found out Yandere! Fanboy wrote the number one fic.

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Chapter 8: Your most devoted fan writes smut better than published authors.

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Your most devoted fan writes smut better than published authors.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 882

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who, for all intents and purposes, is a perfectly respectable and terrifying CEO. A man whose mere presence turns lesser businessmen into stammering fools, whose icy logic and ruthless decision-making have built an empire that rivals your own. A man whose word is law.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who, unbeknownst to the world, has been your fan since before he even had money. Who spent his young adult years on obscure forums dissecting your every role with an autistic level of scrutiny. Who still, to this day, maintains multiple burner accounts solely to defend your acting prowess against braindead takes on social media.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who, in a moment of uncharacteristic impulse, wrote a fanfiction about you. A smut fanfiction. Not just any smut fanfiction. The single most well-written, emotionally devastating, and graphically detailed piece of literary pornography to ever grace the internet.

And now they’re reading it.

♡ Yandere! Producer who is too old, too tired, and too responsible for this shit. Who has spent years molding you into the perfect actor, watching you cycle through persona after persona while maintaining the same dead-inside look when the cameras are off. Who knows you better than anyone else.

♡ Yandere! Producer who was handed a link to the fic during a shareholder meeting by some snickering assistant who clearly didn’t expect him to open it immediately.

♡ Yandere! Producer who has now read five paragraphs of shockingly poetic filth detailing the slow, agonizing corruption of your character in disturbingly accurate prose.

Who sits there. Still. Silent. Unblinking. Processing.

♡ Yandere! Producer who takes exactly 30 seconds to close the tab before slamming his laptop shut with enough force to rattle the table.

“I need everyone in this room to shut the fuck up.”

The boardroom, previously murmuring, falls into an immediate and terrified silence.

♡ Yandere! Producer who turns his head ever so slightly toward his assistant.

“Where the fuck did you get that.”

♡ Yandere! Rival who was only supposed to be doomscrolling when he found it.

Who clicks on the link out of pure curiosity, fully expecting some unhinged nonsense about you. He’s read fanfiction before—usually the type that makes him laugh. But this? This is a masterpiece.

♡ Yandere! Rival who starts skimming at first, but then actually starts reading, and then suddenly he’s two chapters deep and gripping his phone like it personally insulted his mother.

Who realizes with slow, dawning horror that whoever wrote this knows you.

Knows how you move. How you breathe. How you hesitate and second-guess, how you arch into phantom touches like it’s instinct, how your voice might catch when someone whispers filth into your ear.

♡ Yandere! Rival who knows you but suddenly realizes—maybe not as well as he thought.

Who slams his phone down, stares at the wall for a full minute, then picks his phone back up because he’s already at the good part and at this point, he’s committed.

♡ Yandere! Hater who absolutely did not read it on purpose.

Who got sent the link by some dipshit in his DMs and thought it was going to be another one of those hilariously bad fics where you’re written like a brainless twink with the emotional range of a spoon.

♡ Yandere! Hater who clicked the link expecting garbage but instead got hit with the most well-written, visceral, and disgusting smut he has ever had the displeasure of reading.

Who hates that it’s good.

Who hates that every detail is so painstakingly accurate that he’s actually rereading sentences just to process how well the author captured the way your hands shake when you’re suppressing emotion, the way your eyes flicker in that split-second of weakness before you lock it all down.

Who hates that he has to stop halfway through to get a drink because he’s actually heated over the fact that some random nobody on the internet understands you this well.

Who is sitting on his bed, beer in one hand, phone in the other, furious as he keeps reading because, at this point, he’s in too deep.

Who, upon finishing, just throws his phone across the room.

“What the fuck.”

Meanwhile, somewhere in his high-rise office, ♡ Yandere! Fanboy is sipping his morning coffee, watching the AO3 comment section flood with new messages.

He sees the new kudos, the bookmarks, the whispers of awe in the tags.

And he smiles.

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Chapter 9: Capitalism By Day, Cock Worship By Night

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Capitalism By Day, Cock Worship By Night

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 1,910

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who is a respected CEO by day and an unhinged hyperanalysis Tumblr user by night. The duality of man.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who is the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company but still makes burner accounts to argue with 13-year-olds on Reddit about your character motivations. Who has an Excel spreadsheet tracking your entire career, from your first role as "background corpse #3" to your latest award-winning performance. Who spends his free time doing deep-dive analyses of your acting techniques but no one, not even his closest subordinates, knows he’s the one writing unhinged 900k-word fanfics about you.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who has carefully curated his public image, who is stoic, charismatic, and feared in the corporate world. But the second he logs in, he’s deep-diving into the lore of you, dissecting every performance, every interview, every offhand comment you’ve ever made with the precision of a man trying to decipher the Dead Sea Scrolls.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who writes degenerate, filthy, pornographic fanfiction about you—so detailed, so accurate, that it makes even your most deranged fans question reality. Who has crafted a smut masterpiece so depraved, so accurate, that even you would have to double-check your NDA contracts to make sure he didn't bug your dressing room. It’s so well-written it climbs to the top of AO3 and Tumblr overnight, leaving millions thirsting over a version of you that only he could have written.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who wrote it with the precision of a surgeon and the passion of a man on death row seeing the light. It is filth. Absolute smut with no plot. Unapologetic. A symphony of depravity. And every single word? Perfectly in-character. Because if anyone knows how you would sound moaning, it's him.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who releases the sequel and watches with malicious glee as the internet collectively loses its mind. Who makes it filthier, darker, and even more in-depth—layering psychological tension so thick that even your most hardened fans start questioning their morals. Who thrives on the idea that, somewhere out there, your closest colleagues are reading this and suffering.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who did it because none of these incompetent writers could capture your essence properly. They all wrote you like some generic anime character, not the complex, fascinating enigma you are. He had to do it himself. He had no choice.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who didn't mean for his fanfiction to go viral. He was just frustrated. You kept rejecting interviews, dodging meet-and-greets, refusing to acknowledge his existence beyond a stiff handshake and polite nod. So he did what any normal, well-adjusted person would do: he wrote about you getting railed. And naturally, the internet devoured it.

———

♡ Yandere! Producer who accidentally clicks on the link because some dumbass intern thought it was a business report.

♡ Yandere! Producer who stares at the screen, unblinking, unmoving, as the words "throbbing" and "whimpering" and "pressed against the wall like a starved animal" flash before his eyes. Who is suddenly regretting ever learning how to read.

♡ Yandere! Producer who doesn’t read fanfiction. Because he has a job, unlike these losers. But somehow, this abomination of a fic lands on his desk.

♡ Yandere! Producer who is about to ruin some lives because how dare someone write some filthy, degenerate, absolutely heinous material about his star. His investment. His prodigy. His—

…

♡ Yandere! Producer who is silent. Very silent.

♡ Yandere! Producer who has his phone way too close to his face now.

♡ Yandere! Producer who realizes…

“...Shit. This is actually way too accurate.”

♡ Yandere! Producer who tries to pretend he doesn’t know about it. Who tells himself he won’t read more, that he has more important things to do—but somehow ends up scrolling through it at 3 AM, gripping his tablet with white knuckles. Who gets to the most depraved part and damn near drops his cigarette in shock. Who refuses to look you in the eye for a week because now, every time you speak, all he can hear is the absolutely unhinged dialogue from the fanfic.

♡ Yandere! Producer knows you. Has known you since you were a brat barely able to hold your own scripts. He made you. Every talent you have? Honed by him. Every time you tried to half-ass a scene? Whipped into perfection by him. And yet, somehow—somehow—this unknown fucker has written a version of you so accurate, so filthy, so real, that even he is forced to question whether you’ve been sneaking around behind his back.

♡ Yandere! Producer who stares at the screen with the cold sweat of a man who just found out his daughter is a Camgirl.

His fingers tighten around his phone, veins popping.

“What the fuck is this shit?”

He knows how you move, how you breathe, how you react. But this? The way the author describes the way your body responds, your micro-expressions, the way your breath hitches at certain touches— this is not something just anyone can guess.

For the first time in his life, he feels true, genuine jealousy.

“…The fuck kinda research did this bastard do?”

♡ Yandere! Producer who takes off his glasses, pinches the bridge of his nose, and lets out the longest sigh of his career.

♡ Yandere! Producer who types a single text message to you:

“Explain this shit.”

You: “???????”

———

♡ Yandere! Rival who hates your guts, who would piss on your grave if given the chance.

♡ Yandere! Rival who was barely recovering from the first fic and now has to deal with a second, even more deranged installment. Who reads it out of morbid curiosity and ends up seething because no one should know you this well. Who stares at the screen in disbelief, fingers twitching, contemplating whether to track down the author and demand answers. Who now feels the unsettling urge to confirm for himself whether you are really that way in private—because if not, then WHO THE HELL DID THE AUTHOR BASE THIS ON?

♡ Yandere! Rival who now has his soul leave his body because he just read about you doing things he cannot unread.

♡ Yandere! Rival who is rethinking his entire life because—

“Why the fuck is this hot?”

♡ Yandere! Rival who is now staring at his screen like: 👁️👄👁️

♡ Yandere! Rival who is aggressively scrolling like, “Yeah, this is disgusting. This is so fucking filthy. This is—”

…

scrolls back up to reread a part

…

“Who the fuck wrote this?”

♡ Yandere! Rival who has always known you. That’s the curse of childhood friends turned enemies. He knows when you’re lying, knows what makes you tick. And that’s exactly why when he stumbles upon the sequel—because it’s viral as hell, he’d have to be blind not to see it— his entire body goes cold.

Because this isn’t some vague, generic smut.

This isn’t some horny Tumblr teen’s fantasy.

This is knowledge.

Knowledge that only someone who has touched you— truly, deeply, intimately— could possibly write.

He wants to deny it. Wants to brush it off, mock the poor bastard who wasted their time writing degenerate, nasty, shamelessly detailed filth about you.

But then he reads a line—just one—and his blood runs hot.

Because the way the author describes the exact way your voice breaks—

That’s real.

No one else knows that but him.

♡ Yandere! Rival who now thinks you have a secret boyfriend. Or worse—

You’re in love with someone else.

———

♡ Yandere! Hater who gets links to the fics by some rando trying to piss him off.

♡ Yandere! Hater who is already typing out a snarky message in his head like, “Lmao bet this is another shitty self-insert where—”

…

♡ Yandere! Hater who stops breathing.

♡ Yandere! Hater who has read the first three paragraphs and realizes this isn’t some generic garbage.

This is cinema.

♡ Yandere! Hater who has to pause multiple times because what the fuck is this? Because why is it turning him on?

♡ Yandere! Hater who initially refuses to read the sequel but breaks down after getting multiple DMs from people asking for his "thoughts." Who clicks on the link and proceeds to spiral into a full-blown identity crisis. Who gets irrationally angry because, AGAIN, WHY IS IT SO GOOD? Who starts analyzing the prose structure like it’s a fucking literature thesis, trying to convince himself that he’s critiquing it academically and not... enjoying it.

♡ Yandere! Hater who prides himself on being your biggest critic.

It’s fun for him. Picking apart your performances, your interviews, every public appearance you make—mocking your choices, your expressions, your fanbase. But the sequel? The fucking sequel?

It’s pissing him off.

Because who the hell wrote this?

The first one was bad enough—too well-written, too detailed, too real—but this? This is worse. This is so intimate, so obscenely visceral, that he finds himself clenching his jaw, gripping his phone tighter than necessary.

“Bullshit,” he mutters under his breath.

There’s no way someone else knows you this well.

There’s no fucking way someone has been close enough to you, touched you enough, kissed you enough, fucked you enough to be able to describe you like this.

And that thought alone—the idea that someone else might have you—

He grits his teeth. His eye twitches.

For the first time, he can’t critique.

For the first time, he’s just angry.

♡ Yandere! Hater who then proceeds to read all 20,000 words in one sitting, face getting progressively darker with each passing paragraph. Who realizes, with great horror, that he’s actually getting jealous.

♡ Yandere! Hater who slams his laptop shut, stands up, and immediately walks out of his apartment because this is not okay. Who needs to go touch grass. Who is now wondering if he should start writing his own version—

No.

No.

This cannot be happening.

♡ Yandere! Hater who eventually messages you:

“You got a ghostwriter or some shit? Because whoever wrote this knows you in ways that shouldn’t be possible.”

You: “Excuse me????”

———

Whereas, ♡ Yandere! Fanboy is watching.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who sits in his private office, sipping imported tea, refreshed and satisfied, knowing that his work has shaken the world.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who checks the AO3 stats. Sequel already at 100k hits. Comments pouring in. Tumblr discourse ignited.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who smirks as he reads their reactions because he expected all of this.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who already has the third installment in the drafts.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who is only getting started.

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Notes:

Chapter 10: AO3 Writer: “I just wanted to write smut.” | Society: “No, you leaked classified info.”

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Chapter Text

AO3 Writer: “I just wanted to write smut.” | Society: “No, you leaked classified info.”

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 2,003

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who is, by all means, a perfect example of a refined, professional, and calculated CEO. Who owns entire companies, dictates global markets, and probably has multiple political figures in his pocket. Who absolutely no one would suspect to have a degenerate, filthy, mind-breaking smut fanfiction about you living rent-free in his AO3 bookmarks.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who wrote it.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who absolutely, under no circumstances, can allow the world to find out he wrote it.

But that’s beside the point. Right now, what matters is that it’s #1 on AO3 and Tumblr. Somehow, by divine will or sheer algorithmic chaos, it has gone viral.

And the others have found it.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who is the cause of all of this. Who spent months crafting this masterpiece—a 900k-word smut fic with ZERO plot, ZERO fluff, and 100% filth.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who is the actual source of the problem. Who writes literary-level smut about you under a secret alias and publishes it for his fellow intellectuals (delusional perverts) to analyze.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who had no intention of this getting out of control. Who wakes up to find his own fanfiction shaping public discourse about your real love life. Who watches in real time as people comb through his fic with red-string conspiracy theories, trying to figure out which parts are too accurate to be just fanon.

Who realizes, with increasing horror, that his own work has led to dating rumors.

Who realizes that those rumors make it seem like you belong to someone else.

Who wants to die.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who, despite being the sole reason behind these rumors, is completely livid at the idea of you actually dating someone.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy texting you: “People are so quick to assume things. Disgusting.”

———

♡ Yandere! Producer who has been managing your career since you were a child. Who has micromanaged every aspect of your life with the efficiency of a corporate tyrant and the possessiveness of an old-school monarch. Who has successfully crushed every scandal before it even breathed.

♡ Yandere! Producer who doesn’t believe in miracles, but if he did, it’d be the fact that you’ve managed to go your whole career without a single dating scandal. Not even a whisper. No flirty Instagram stories, no accidental couple’s jewelry, not even a damn shadow in the background of your paparazzi shots.

♡ Yandere! Producer who ensured it. Who fought tooth and nail behind the scenes, crushed rumors before they could breathe, and blacklisted any reporter with the audacity to imply you might be seeing someone.

♡ Yandere! Producer who wakes up one morning to find his phone flooded with messages. Who is normally unbothered by online discourse but sees your name trending worldwide alongside the words scandal, sex, viral fanfic, unhinged, filth—and almost has an aneurysm.

♡ Yandere! Producer who storms into your private dressing room with the wrath of a man whose entire career is on the line. “What the fuck did you do?”

You, still half-asleep and curled up in a chair with your phone: “Huh?”

His grip on his tablet tightens. “You. Are. Dating. Someone?”

You blink at him like he just accused you of murder. “What?”

He shoves the screen in your face. The headline reads: Top Star’s Secret Romance Exposed?! Viral Fanfiction Stirs Dating Rumors—Who is the Mystery Lover?

You read it. You reread it. You scroll down. Then, you see it.

The 900,000-word, depraved, meticulously crafted, soul-splittingly detailed erotica fic about you.

Your eye twitches.

“…I’m going to be sick.”

♡ Yandere! Producer watches as you swipe past it like it’s an annoying ad. “That’s your reaction?”

You don’t even look up. “I’m used to fanfiction.”

“That’s not fanfiction, that’s a psychological profile with penetration scenes.”

♡ Yandere! Producer who now has to call an emergency PR meeting because the world refuses to believe you’re still single.

♡ Yandere! Producer who, for the first time in his life, is losing control of your public image.

♡ Yandere! Producer who grits his teeth and asks you through clenched jaws:

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

You consider this. “I think it’s pretty funny.”

He looks like he’s about to strangle you.

(You think that’s pretty funny too.)

♡ Yandere! Producer glares. "You don’t even care that the industry thinks you’re dicking down some faceless, nameless entity?"

You blink slowly. "If it means people stop setting me up with actors I don’t like, then good. Maybe this is a win."

♡ Yandere! Producer who actually does throw his phone this time.

———

♡ Yandere! Rival who sends you a voice note that is entirely just laughter.

♡ Yandere! Rival who is absolutely losing his mind over the idea that you—his cold, distant, work-obsessed you—might actually be screwing someone.

“You?!” His voice is dripping with amusement. “There’s no fucking way. Did they pay you? Is it a contract relationship? I bet you haven’t even held hands with someone since high school.”

♡ Yandere! Rival who is sending you voice messages between his laughing fits. Who is screenshotting the filth and sending it to you with captions like "ayyo why is this kinda accurate tho?" and "YOU INTO THIS?"

You leave him on read.

♡ Yandere! Rival who ends the voice note with, “If this is real, I’m gonna kill the guy. If it’s not, I’m gonna kill the guy who wrote it. Either way, someone’s dying.”

♡ Yandere! Rival who sees the headline and laughs. Who hates your guts but would rather burn the industry to the ground than see you belong to someone else.

♡ Yandere! Rival who texts you:

“lmao what the fuck is this”

“who tf are you dating”

“u of all people? sex??”

“i need to sit down”

“nvm i just remembered i’m standing. i need to lie down”

You leave him on read.

♡ Yandere! Rival who immediately messages you again with:

"Holy shit. I knew you were weird, but I didn't think you'd let your fuckin' sex tape drop as a novel. 💀💀💀"

You don’t reply.

"No fr tho. Who is he. I need to fight him."

You still don’t reply.

"HELLO?? DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO HATE YOU WHEN PEOPLE THINK YOU'RE ACTUALLY GETTING DICKED DOWN?"

You block him.

You’re dating someone.

There’s no other explanation. Someone—some mystery bastard—has clearly been around you long enough to write something this accurate.

♡ Yandere! Rival feels his blood pressure spike. The phone screen cracks under his grip.

“Oi,” he calls to his assistant, voice dangerously smooth. “Find out who wrote this. Now.”

———

♡ Yandere! Hater who literally does not care at first. Who is used to your stupid fanbase losing their collective minds every other week.

♡ Yandere! Hater who doesn’t even bother checking what’s happening until he gets sent a million DMs about it.

♡ Yandere! Hater who skims through the fic and immediately wants to bleach his eyes.

♡ Yandere! Hater who texts you: “This is why I hate you.”

♡ Yandere! Hater who has always prided himself on being a detached, logical observer of your work. Who has built an entire brand off of ‘exposing’ you and ‘critically analyzing’ your performances.

♡ Yandere! Hater who actually has to put his phone down and pace his apartment because what the actual fuck.

♡ Yandere! Hater who, against his better judgment, texts you: “The fact that this fanfic is more accurate than your actual PR interviews is genuinely concerning.”

You: “Fuck you.”

Him: “So who is he?”

You: “Your dad.”

Him: “You’re deflecting.”

You: “And you’re obsessed. Get a job.”

Him: “I have a job.”

You: “Get a better one.”

♡ Yandere! Hater who reads the entire thing, breaks it down structurally, and then DMs you, acting as if he wasn't affected by the writing at all:

"Mid. But objectively well-written. I’ve read worse."

You reply:

"Blocked."

♡ Yandere! Hater who sends another message from a burner account:

"Lmao coward."

♡ Yandere! Hater who isn’t surprised. No, really. This? This was bound to happen eventually. With the amount of weird freaks obsessed with you, this was inevitable.

♡ Yandere! Hater who would’ve ignored the entire thing if people didn’t suddenly start DMing him. If his fans weren’t tagging him in posts, in memes, in theories—because apparently, he’s on the suspect list.

♡ Yandere! Hater who has to type out the most degrading sentence of his life on social media:

“I am not fucking dating her.”

———

And you?

You hate it.

Not because it’s inaccurate. Not because it makes you uncomfortable.

You, who—logically speaking—acknowledge that it’s well-written, in-character, and honestly better than half the scripts you’ve been handed in your acting career.

“...I hate smut.”

Honestly, this isn’t even new. You’ve had fanfiction about you for years. Par for the course when you’ve spent your entire life pretending to be other people, morphing into whatever character the industry wants.

You’ve played Gojo Satoru, Levi Ackerman, Lelouch Lamperouge, Hisoka Morow, and much more. People have always made weird shit about you.

The fact that some fanboy managed to produce a masterpiece of degeneracy doesn’t surprise you.

But the fact that your phone won’t shut up does.

You continue scrolling past the chaos, phone buzzing with messages from people demanding to know if you’ve been secretly seeing someone. You don’t respond. You don’t even flinch.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who sees the theories.

Who sees people arguing over your supposed "secret" relationship. Who sees them dissecting every single thing about your actual personality with astounding accuracy.

Who sees other writers adding onto it.

He sends you a text.

"Did you read it?"

You type.

"No."

You delete it.

You type again.

"Kill yourself."

You delete that, too.

You send nothing.

You just think, God, people are weird.

And then you move on with your day like nothing happened.

———

♡ Yandere! Producer who somehow manages to set up an emergency meeting with PR, legal teams, and marketing all in under an hour.

"Alright, damage control. How do we shut this down?"

The PR Manager looks at him and says, "Sir, we can’t shut this down. It’s too late."

"What do you mean 'too late'?"

The PR Manager simply turns their laptop around, revealing the Amazon bestseller page.

#1 IN DARK ROMANCE

#1 IN TABOO EROTICA

#3 IN ALL LITERATURE

♡ Yandere! Producer who is having an existential crisis. He spent years ensuring your reputation remained untouchable. Every scandal snuffed out before it even breathed. Every ship theory, every ridiculous rumor, every single thing that could jeopardize your career—gone.

And now?

Now, some anonymous fanfic writer (who he has very strong suspicions about) has undone everything.

♡ Yandere! Producer who massages his temples.

“Tell me the truth.” His voice is calm. Too calm. “Are you dating someone?”

“No.”

“Then who the fuck knows you this well?”

You close the fic. Open Twitter. Type: Not dating anyone. Stop being weird.

And log out.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who sees the tweet and smirks.

Oh, you poor, naive thing. This is only the beginning.

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Notes:

Chapter 11: You see ‘yandere x reader’ and click before you even register the title.

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Chapter Text

You see ‘yandere x reader’ and click before you even register the title.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 1,788

♡ A/N. Genuinely funny and I hope you all enjoy this, especially since majority of my Readers are lurkers. Yes, I see you. wahahaha. I'm one as well, so I get it. Hope this is relatable to both writers and readers.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord who writes the most unhinged, sinful, and depraved smut known to mankind. His works are the equivalent of opening Pandora’s Box, except instead of unleashing evil upon the world, it’s just an endless void of morally gray men ruining readers’ lives.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord who—ironically—types in lowercase, uses way too many ellipses, and adds “lmao” at the end of the most horrific sentences imaginable. He casually describes an extremely graphic, detailed CNC scene and then ends it with “idk if this is good lol” like he didn’t just write a psychological thriller with dick involved.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord who has mastered the art of ‘filthy but poetic’ prose. Every line drips with decadence, torment, and skin-to-skin tension so palpable it could be mistaken for war crimes.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord whose online presence is mysterious and unapproachable. A cryptid. An enigma. You assume he’s some hyper-sexualized sadist with a god complex, lurking in the shadows of the internet.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord in real life… is a complete, sleep-deprived disaster of a man. Looks like he hasn’t seen the sun since birth. Drinks coffee like it’s an IV drip. Wears the same hoodie five days in a row and has approximately zero experience with physical intimacy. If a woman so much as breathes in his direction, he has a minor existential crisis.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord who would rather die than engage in a normal human conversation. Gets flustered when the barista says ‘Enjoy your drink.’ Mutters ‘you too’ and then contemplates vanishing into the ether.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord who has 0.2 social skills, only capable of communicating via niche internet memes. The type of guy who would rather go mute than order food at a restaurant. Yet somehow, on his blog, he writes like he owns you, your soul, and your lineage.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord who reads your likes and reblogs like an ancient seer interpreting the stars. Starts recognizing your username and associates you with your favorite kinks before he even knows your name.

———

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who writes the slowest of slow burns. His stories are an agonizing descent into despair, betrayal, and emotional devastation. If you emerge unscathed, you read it wrong.

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who writes long, drawn-out, soul-crushing slow burns that emotionally ruin you. The type of author to have a 500k word fic where the leads don’t even hold hands until chapter 72; that by the time the characters confess, you have aged fifty years and achieved enlightenment.

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who weaponizes pain. He thrives on suffering. He will kill off your favorite character, rewrite history, make the protagonist go through 47 tragedies, and then gaslight you in the author’s notes with: “Haha, don’t worry, it gets worse 😌.”

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who doesn’t believe in fluff or happy endings. If a couple ends up together, it’s only because they’ve been mentally and emotionally shattered beyond repair. Love should hurt.

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who has written a 500k-word enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-trauma-to-questionable-endings fic. Updates it once every eight months with a new chapter that wrecks everyone’s souls.

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon whose comment section is filled with cries of anguish, people begging for crumbs of relief, and threats of violence if he doesn’t update. He loves it.

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who in real life is a smug, terrifying presence. The type of person who naturally commands attention in a room, makes eye contact like a predator, and definitely thinks he’s superior to everyone. If you complain, he’ll just smirk and say, ‘good.’

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who will write a heart-wrenching monologue about grief and loss but will deadpan ‘skill issue’ when someone tells him they cried over it.

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who immediately notices you. AO3 shows your username under every chapter. You think you're lurking, but he sees you. You’ve read everything. He grins. "Ah, a loyal masochist.” Now he writes just to ruin your life.

He decides to write a character based on you.

And then kills them off horrifically.

Just to see if you react.

———

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who creates breathtakingly beautiful, emotionally fulfilling slice-of-life romances. His webtoon is an international hit, known for its whimsical storytelling, soft characters, and themes of love, redemption, and found family. So wholesome that you get secondhand diabetes.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who has a cult following. His fandom is peaceful. His Discord server is full of polite theorists discussing themes of love and destiny. His fanbase cries over his updates and makes hour-long analysis videos about his symbolism.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader whose comment section is filled with ‘you are saving lives’ and ‘your work makes me believe in love.’ He responds with a polite thank you.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader whose fanbase genuinely believes he is an ethereal, kind-hearted being who cares deeply for his readers. They call him a ‘storytelling angel’ and shower him with praise.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who, in reality, is a manipulative, enigmatic bastard. He smiles softly, speaks gently, but every word is calculated. He knows exactly how to make people obsessed with his work.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who is extremely meticulous about his art, spending hours perfecting every single frame. If his pen pressure is even slightly off, he will start over from scratch.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who writes kind, patient love interests but is personally incapable of speaking to someone without making them feel like they’re being subtly interrogated.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who has a cult-like following of devoted fans who analyze his every word. He cultivates his image so perfectly that even when he does something slightly unsettling, people excuse it as part of his ‘genius eccentricity.’

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who you know, deep in your soul, is probably the most dangerous out of all of them. But his story structure is immaculate, so you keep reading.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who notices you. You, the ghost in his analytics. You, who has read every chapter, every bonus illustration, every scrap of lore he’s ever posted. Never a comment. Never a message. Just... there. Always there.

He finds himself drawing you before he even realizes it. Unconsciously shaping the curve of your face in the margins of his sketches. He tells himself it’s nothing. Just an artist’s habit.

But then he wonders—what would your hands look like ink-stained?

———

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who writes like he’s on crack. His stories make zero sense, filled with memes, typos, and sheer insanity. He updates at 3 AM with absolute nonsense and somehow gets a million reads.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who writes whatever the hell he wants, whenever he wants. Meme fics, unhinged crack, psychological horror, 200-word smut snippets, an entire 300k-word novel he abandoned halfway through—pure chaos.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who writes the most batshit insane content known to mankind. His most famous work is titled something like "I Fell in Love With My Mafia Stepbrother Who is Also a Vampire and the Heir to a Billion Dollar Fortune."

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who has no filter. One chapter is an emotionally devastating death scene, and the next is the protagonist twerking on a corpse. He will write anything. No trope is too cursed, no ship too questionable. He operates on pure, unfiltered instinct and vibes.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace whose writing is an enigma—one moment, it’s a masterpiece of tension and poetic brilliance. The next, it’s an unhinged shitpost where the love interest is a literal baguette. There is no in-between.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who doesn’t follow writing rules. Grammar? Who cares. Plot? Maybe. Tags? Only the unhinged ones.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who has too much power. He makes polls for plot decisions, and his readers choose violence every time. Someone jokingly suggests "make the love interest a sentient toaster" and he does it.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who engages with readers in the most unhinged ways. Someone comments ‘I love this story!’ and he replies ‘Bet you won’t survive the next chapter.’

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who has no writing schedule. Updates randomly at 4 AM after disappearing for months. Comes back and drops 100k words like he never left.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who, in real life, is insufferably charismatic. Talks like a Twitch streamer, always slightly unhinged, and has an energy that makes people both love and fear him.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who absolutely knows his writing is a mess but thrives in the chaos. If you complain about an unfinished story, he will write a completely different, unrelated fic out of spite.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who probably has a folder of fics titled ‘cursed drafts’ and actively enjoys emotionally tormenting his readers.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who sees you’ve read everything. His analytics tell him you finished 120 oneshots in one night. He drops a new fic the next day, titled, "To The Lurker Who Reads Everything: Bet You Won’t Comment, Coward."

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You, the dead-inside lurker, consuming all their works in silence, fascinated by their writing but never engaging. You have seen the depths of their minds. You understand the intricacies of their plots. You have read every word, every story, every update.

And yet, you will never, ever comment.

They will never know you exist.

(Or so you think.)

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Chapter 12: The perfect Valentine’s present: something personal, thoughtful, and won’t scream anymore.

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Tumblr Request: How about a yandere boyfriend on Valentine's Day? Where he wraps a gift to give to his sweetheart himself.

The perfect Valentine’s present: something personal, thoughtful, and won’t scream anymore.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 3,407

♡ A/N. I already have a Valentine's Day part scheduled. ... and my requests are closed. But fine, since it's a "holiday". A short drabble at least....

♡ Yandere! Boss who has been a pain in your ass since childhood. You hated him back then, and you hate him now, except now he owns your ass as your boss in this wretched hellscape called the apocalypse. A born leader, an absolute slave driver, and the only man who could turn the end of the world into a business opportunity. He should've died with the rest of humanity, but no, he somehow made it out alive—alongside you. Lucky you.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who never let you live in peace even before the world went to shit. The kind of guy who would slip notes under your door just to remind you he existed. The guy who had the audacity to work in a cafe with a sickeningly charming smile despite making your life a waking nightmare. And now, even with society collapsed, he still finds ways to piss you off. He calls it love. You call it suffering. Turns out he was also a serial killer before all this. Should've seen that one coming.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who you used to think was just a weird but tolerable coworker. You considered him an older brother. He considered you his most entertaining toy. Now that the world has no laws, he's free to indulge in whatever twisted desires he kept hidden before. The worst part? He still acts like he's just your friendly workplace senior. Smiles and all.

♡ Yandere! Loner who is the only reason you haven't starved to death yet. Pays the rent. Handles all the outside world bullshit. Does all the talking for you because you'd rather die than interact with people. A true blessing in your hermit lifestyle, except for the small problem that he's hopelessly obsessed with you. A punk goth with a brooding air and a quiet intensity that makes your skin crawl. But if you had to pick a single tolerable person on the planet, it’d probably be him. That’s a low bar.

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You, unfortunate recluse and apocalypse prepper, who told everyone this shit would happen.

They laughed at you. Laughed.

"A zombie apocalypse? Aliens? Nuclear fallout? Society crumbling overnight? Sure thing, basement dweller. Maybe you should go touch some grass."

Well, guess who's laughing now? Not them. Because they're dead.

The world didn't end in the way you expected. No rotting undead. No UFOs in the sky. No nuclear war or artificial intelligence takeover. No, what came was far worse. A virus, slow-acting, like a whisper through the bloodstream. It didn't kill outright. It awakened.

People started changing. Not into monsters, not physically. But mentally? The virus stripped them of the one thing keeping them from turning into beasts: morality. Empathy. Restraint. The very things that made human beings function in a civilized society.

Because love? Love was a sickness.

No, literally. Scientists called it the Eros Virus, but people online had a better name for it: the Yandere Plague. Something about brain chemistry short-circuiting. Something about possessiveness going haywire, loyalty turning to violence, and rational thought being replaced with "If I can’t have you, no one can."

Anyone infected didn’t just crave affection—they needed it, like oxygen, like water, like a reason to live. Love wasn’t an emotion anymore; it was hunger. A sickness that turned even the kindest souls into unrecognizable demons with one singular goal: claim, possess, devour.

They became killers for love.

Murderers in the name of devotion.

And you, the reclusive scientist, the unfeeling shut-in, the paranoid "loser" who had wasted her life avoiding people—

You were, somehow, the most normal person left.

Wasn't that hilarious?

It wasn’t the apocalypse you prepared for, but you adapted fast.

Because you had already prepared for everything.

Society? A joke. Socializing? A waste of time. Going outside? You’d rather gouge out your own eyes. What was the point? Every moment spent dealing with another human being was a moment spent losing brain cells.

So you did what any sane, logical, perfectly rational person would do. You locked yourself in your basement, poured your life into scientific research, and became a competitive hardcore gamer on the side—because who needed real friends when you had anonymous usernames to destroy in ranked matches?

Your bunker was stocked. Your defenses were up. A lifetime of being dismissed as a socially inept loser had finally paid off. You were immune, too, but not because of genetics or luck—you were just dead inside. No feelings? No infection. A win for your emotional stuntedness.

You should’ve been safe.

And then they came.

Great. Another reason to hate Valentine’s Day.

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♡ Yandere! Boss who still forces you to clock in despite the apocalypse. Who calls you at ungodly hours with urgent demands, despite there being no more laws, no more corporations, no more hierarchy—just the last vestiges of his god complex refusing to die.

♡ Yandere! Boss who never celebrated Valentine's Day. Too busy grinding, too busy winning, too busy treating human relationships like expendable stock options.

♡ Yandere! Boss who always thought the holiday was pathetic, a weak man’s excuse to grovel for attention. That was, of course, until the virus. Now, Valentine’s Day is a state-mandated holiday. Forced festivities, sickly sweet declarations, and the absolute worst part—he has to participate.

♡ Yandere! Boss who takes it as seriously as a business merger. If he’s going to be forced into this, then he’s going to win Valentine’s Day.

You’re barely paying attention when he slides a box across the desk. You don’t even look up. “I don’t want it.”

He smiles. “You’ll want this one.”

You don’t. You really don’t. But you open it anyway.

Inside is a ring box.

You stare at it. Then at him. Then at it again.

♡ Yandere! Boss raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to try it on?”

You pick up the ring delicately. Turn it over. Squint at the inscription inside.

“Oh,” you say flatly. “My name’s on this.”

“Of course.”

“No, I mean—it’s made of my name. Like, in bone.”

He folds his hands, smirking. “I figured you wouldn’t accept an engagement ring, so I made it special.”

You roll the ring between your fingers. It’s light. Suspiciously so. “And whose bones exactly did you use?”

“Whose do you want me to have used?”

You drop it immediately.

♡ Yandere! Boss laughs, plucking it up and slipping it onto your finger before you can protest. “Don’t lose it,” he says, voice like velvet. “It cost me quite a bit.”

And when you rip it off and throw it at his face, he catches it effortlessly.

“Now, now,” he chides. “If you keep rejecting me like this, I’ll have to find more ways to show you how much I care.”

Great. Fantastic. You were going to need more coffee.

♡ Yandere! Boss who believes this is the height of romance, who looks at you like he's waiting for praise, like he expects you to clasp the ring around your delicate finger and thank him for such a thoughtful gift.

"You will wear it," he informs you, adjusting his cuffs. "Consider it an accessory to your uniform."

"My... uniform?" you echo, bluntly.

"Your contract states that all employees must adhere to a strict dress code. That hasn't changed."

You stare deadpan at him. "What contract?"

"The one that legally binds you to me."

"...You mean the one that burned with the rest of the city?"

"The one I memorized, re-wrote by hand, and had laminated."

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♡ Yandere! Neighbor who’s the kind of menace that thrives in a post-apocalyptic hellscape because it justifies all his worst behaviors. You were already suffering pre-virus—imagine living next door to a man who rings your doorbell at 3 AM because he 'forgot his keys' and needs to 'crash at your place' when you both know damn well he lives alone.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who worked at a café with peak customer service skills, all sunshine and charm, as if he wasn’t the same bastard who stole your mail and laughed when you had to fight a rabid raccoon over your own packages. Turns out, he was also a serial killer. Ah, that explains why he was so good at making latte art. Steady hands.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who still acts like life is just a quirky slice-of-life anime, despite the blood-soaked streets outside.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who doesn’t just run the only functional café left—he practically owns it, like some twisted romance game NPC who refuses to acknowledge reality.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who actually loves Valentine’s Day. Always has. Loves the chocolates, the flowers, the corny messages—but most of all, he loves the hunt.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who goes all out with the decorations. Pink hearts, tacky cupids, streamers. He makes his cafe look like a Pinterest nightmare. And you, his most reluctant customer, get the special treatment.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor knocks on your door on Valentine’s Day. You consider not answering, but then he kicks the door in.

“Delivery!” he sings, shoving a massive, suspiciously leaking gift box into your arms.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who doesn’t understand why you look at him like that. You always give him that look—like you’re two seconds away from dropkicking him into the abyss.

You look down. Then up. “I’m not touching this.”

“But I wrapped it myself,” he whines.

“That’s what makes it worse.”

He pouts. “At least open it before you reject me so coldly.”

You sigh. The world is already a nightmare, and you might as well see what fresh horror awaits.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who grins as he gestures to the heart-shaped box, red and gaudy, the kind of thing you’d find at a dollar store—except when you open it, the “chocolates” are… not chocolates. They’re actual, physical human teeth. A variety of them. Some still have bits of gum attached.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who bursts out laughing when you glare down at the "chocolates", like you’re the weird one. “What? I collected them myself! It’s personal! Romantic!”

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. “You wanna know which ones are mine?”

You slam the box shut and push it back toward him. “I hope you choke.”

He laughs, leaning in closer. “On your love?”

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who laughs when you glare, toss the box onto the bunker floor, and stomp over it like roadkill.

♡ Yandere! Neighbor who opts to present you with one more gift, a heart-shaped cake, homemade with love. You eye it suspiciously. He grins.

"Try it, sweetheart. You’re my taste tester, after all."

You stare at him. Then at the cake. Then back at him.

"Who did you kill for this?"

He just laughs.

You stare at him, unimpressed. He stares back, beaming.

“Eat up! It’s fresh.”

You’re so fucking tired.

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♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who you consider an older brother, but he considers you his future wife. Who was weirdly doting, oddly protective, and just a little too interested in your well-being.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who you think is just a little too eccentric, but harmless. Who used to send you the occasional unsettling text—things like “Ever wonder how long someone can scream before they pass out?”—but you always wrote it off as him being quirky.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who, in hindsight, should have been more of a red flag than he was. Who got way too much enjoyment out of cutting people open. Who told you, once upon a time, that he "studied anatomy for fun" and you just thought he was a medical student.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who worked in interrogation before the world went to hell. Who still carries scalpels in his coat because old habits die hard.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who doesn’t really get the “boyfriend” part of “yandere boyfriend” and just assumes it means he gets to be creative.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who’s technically been your co-worker for years, but only in the loosest sense—he’s not really part of the science department, just the clean-up crew.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who actually considers you his greatest weakness. His one fatal flaw. His "little sister"—if, of course, little sisters were meant to be dissected with love and put back together with slightly modified parts.

His Valentine’s gift arrives in a steel box.

With a lock.

"If this is actually chocolate," you say, voice flat, "I'll be shocked."

"Oh, sweetheart," he hums, tilting his head, "you should know me better by now."

You don’t even want to open it, but he’s sitting there, waiting.

You crack it open.

It’s a spine. A full human spine, polished and arranged in the shape of a bow, like a demented art piece.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who watches you closely as you stare at the ‘gift’ with the deadest expression known to man. He wants to see if you’ll faint. You don’t. You never do. And he loves that about you.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who chuckles, resting his chin on his hand. "A shame," he muses. "I wanted to carve your name into it, but I thought I'd let you do the honors."

"Do you like it?" he asks, voice laced with amusement.

"No," you say flatly, dropping the gift onto the table like it personally offended you.

“C’mon, doll,” he says, voice all honey-sweet persuasion. “I put a lot of effort into it. Had to find the perfect one. Strong. Flexible. A real good match for you.”

You slam the box shut.

He tilts his head, considering. “Oh, wait. I forgot the bow.”

He pulls out a severed head from his duffel bag.

You try to leave the room.

He doesn't let you.

He decides to go for Attempt #2.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional grabs and drags you inside another room, forcing you to sit on a chair, and claps his hands together like a magician unveiling his latest trick.

"Tada!"

You stare at the body strapped to the chair in front of you, gagged, trembling, eyes darting between you and him in terror.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who leans down and whispers, "You’ve been so stressed lately. So, I figured, why not give you something relaxing? Torture is incredibly cathartic, you know."

He presses a scalpel into your hand like an eager child handing over a crayon.

You look at the bound man, then at him, then at the scalpel.

You glance back at him. He grins back. “Isn’t it thoughtful? You can practice your anatomy studies on him! I even left his nerves intact, just for you.”

"I’m not participating in your therapy," you deadpan.

♡ Yandere! Torture Professional who pouts. "But it’s for you!"

"Return it."

He blinks. "Return him?"

"Yeah."

"That’s not really an option."

You blink at him. Slowly. "I'm reconsidering my stance on homicide."

"You always say that."

"And one day, I might actually follow through."

He beams. "That’s the spirit!"

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♡ Yandere! Loner who is your roommate and unofficial apocalypse landlord.

♡ Yandere! Loner who barely speaks, barely interacts, and communicates mostly through nods, shrugs, and the occasional annoyed grunt.

♡ Yandere! Loner who doesn’t talk much but somehow always gets his point across. He used to be a punk goth who smoked on the fire escape and ignored the world, but now he’s the guy who handles all communication while you rot in the bunker like a gremlin.

♡ Yandere! Loner who never cared about the world even before the apocalypse. Who was content to stay inside, hacking security systems and wiping digital footprints while you made ramen for two and tried not to acknowledge how much you depended on him.

♡ Yandere! Loner who, after dealing with your other admirers, is honestly the most tolerable one. This should concern you.

♡ Yandere! Loner who does not care about the virus, does not care about the world ending, does not even care about you.

(Except for when you leave the bunker without telling him. Or talk to the neighbor too much. Or look at anyone but him. Then it’s a problem.)

♡ Yandere! Loner who acts like he doesn’t give a shit about you, but your supplies never run low, your weapons always have ammo, and if anyone ever gets too close? Well. They stop existing.

♡ Yandere! Loner who doesn’t do Valentine’s Day. Valentine's Day is a scam, a joke, a consumerist hellhole of forced sentimentality. He doesn’t do holidays. He doesn’t even acknowledge his own birthday.

♡ Yandere! Loner who, despite being the least expressive of them all, still participates in Valentine’s Day. Not because he cares about the holiday, but because everyone else is doing it and he refuses to be outdone.

♡ Yandere! Loner who somehow managed to get his hands on a plushie. In this hellscape. This absolute nightmare of a world.

♡ Yandere! Loner who shoves it at you, grumbling, "Took forever to find one that wasn’t covered in blood."

♡ Yandere! Loner who shifts uncomfortably as you hold the cute kitten plushie. It’s actually… normal? Soft?

Too good to be true.

You squeeze it. It beeps.

You glance at him. He avoids eye contact.

You unzip the plushie, revealing—

A grenade.

And human skin holding it together.

♡ Yandere! Loner who clears his throat. "…Ignore that."

You stare deadpan.

"What part of 'gift' involves explosives?"

You're not even going to question the stitched human skin. You didn't even want to know why the plushie still felt oddly soft and warm in your hands.

♡ Yandere! Loner who crosses his arms. "It’s multifunctional."

♡ Yandere! Loner who doesn't even react when you chuck the plushie across the room, watching it land face-first on the floor with a sickening thud.

♡ Yandere! Loner who, after a long silence, mutters, "Rude."

He decides to try his next attempt at impressing you.

♡ Yandere! Loner who throws a bag at you. No wrapping, no note, just a body bag.

You blink. Look at him. Look at the bag. Look at him again.

"…What the fuck."

"You said you had a problem with that guy, right?" He shrugs, crossing his arms nonchalantly. "Problem solved."

♡ Yandere! Loner who doesn’t even care if you appreciate the gesture. He’s not looking for a thank-you. Just confirmation that you understand.

You do. Unfortunately.

You put your head in your hands.

You need a new roommate.

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Valentine's Day, in the apocalypse, is an absolute nightmare.

Normal people—if any still exist—would probably spend the day reminiscing about the past. Thinking about flowers, chocolates, candlelit dinners.

You, on the other hand, get body parts delivered to your doorstep like some kind of fucked-up Amazon Prime service.

Your stalkers—because, let’s be real, that’s what they are—seem to think this is perfectly normal. That nothing says "romance" like dismemberment, exsanguination, and ethically questionable corpse handling.

You, however, are beyond exhausted.

Maybe next year you’ll just dig a hole and die in it.

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Chapter 13: You’re made of 30 trillion cells, and every single one of them is obsessed with you.

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You’re made of 30 trillion cells, and every single one of them is obsessed with you.

♡ Yandere! Science Body x Fem. Reader. White Blood Cell, Red Blood Cell, Nerve Cell, Sperm Cell

♡ Word Count. 2,181

♡ Yandere! White Blood Cell who's got the combat skills of a seasoned assassin and the personality of a game show host. Loud, unpredictable, and fundamentally bored unless there’s something—someone—to break apart on a microscopic level. His bloodstained gloves are a permanent accessory, a testament to his absolute dominion over intruders.

♡ Yandere! White Blood Cell who is adored and feared in equal measure, a hero to his fellow cells and a nightmare to anything foreign. He kills with a smirk, dragging the battle out for the thrill, for the tension, for the aesthetic. He likes his victories long, drawn-out, and personal. But oh, don’t let that fool you—his protection? It’s suffocating. He watches everyone like a hawk, like a beast surveying his territory, and god help you if you try to step out of line.

♡ Yandere! White Blood Cell who is the strongest immune system soldier, yet spends more time playing with his food than eliminating threats. He drags out his kills, letting pathogens beg before dissolving them into nothingness. Every microbe, bacteria, and virus trembles at the mere mention of him. But his colleagues? They just find him annoying.

♡ Yandere! White Blood Cell who is so powerful that other immune cells rely on him to take care of major infections, yet he treats it all like a joke. "Oh? A life-threatening virus? Haha, cute. Maybe I'll get serious next time." He always wins, so he doesn’t see a point in trying.

♡ Yandere! White Blood Cell who gets a little too excited when things go wrong in the body. A minor infection? Great, he gets to exercise his dominance. An all-out immune response? Fantastic, he can go all out. He wants to be needed, and if there’s no danger, he gets…bored. Bored enough to start seeing ‘threats’ where there aren’t any.

♡ Yandere! White Blood Cell who is convinced that you’re the most radiant, most perfect, most utterly healthy cell in existence. You’re so hardworking, so polite, so diligent! Always chatting with the neighboring cells, always helping out, always thriving. How does he know? Well, he may or may not have followed you home a few times. Just a few. He’s a White Blood Cell! Surveillance is part of the job! That’s just proper immunity protocol!

♡ Yandere! White Blood Cell who insists on escorting you wherever you go, whether it’s the bloodstream, the alveoli, or just across the plasma membrane for a break. He hovers. He looms. He grins in that insufferably cocky, easygoing way that makes every other cell seethe with jealousy. Why you? Why is he spending time with you?

He doesn’t let them question it.

“You’re so soft, you know that? You’re, like, too soft. What if you get damaged? I mean, sure, the Platelets can patch you up, but—do you really want to go through that? They’re weird little goblins, no offense.”

(Platelets: offended)

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♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who's battle-hardened, scarred, and fundamentally exhausted, but he keeps going because the body needs him. He doesn’t stop. He’s the lifeline of the system, the ceaseless current of existence, a grim soldier marching forward no matter how battered he gets.

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who doesn’t take kindly to anyone messing with his routine. He delivers oxygen and picks up carbon dioxide with the precision of a war general, a hardened beast who’s learned not to waste time.

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who is the silent, brooding type, dragging oxygen like it’s the weight of the world on his back. He works tirelessly, traveling endless miles through the circulatory system without complaint. He never stops. Never rests. Never questions why he does it—until now.

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who doesn’t realize how dangerous he looks. Thick muscles, a permanently pissed-off expression, and a gait that makes other cells step aside. He’s just doing his job, yet somehow, he’s terrifying. There’s an aura around him—like he’s been through hell and barely crawled out. (Because he has.)

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who is built for efficiency and nothing else. He’s seen the worst the body has to offer—starvation, hemorrhages, dehydration. He’s watched his comrades die, crushed in capillary collapses, shredded in splenic filtering. And yet, he keeps moving. He always keeps moving.

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who doesn’t care about anything—until he does. And when he does, it's obsessive. Protective. Suffocating. He’s carried oxygen for the body his whole life, but he would gladly throw it all away for one thing: purpose.

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who first meets you in the capillaries, a silent, dead-eyed cell standing by as he drops off his latest haul of oxygen. There’s something about the way you just stare at him, completely unimpressed by his Herculean efforts, that makes his interest spark. You’re weird. He likes that.

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s gruff and to the point. He doesn’t waste words. He doesn’t need to. Instead, he just… starts showing up wherever you are.

“I got extra oxygen. Take it.”

“That dumbass White Blood Cell keeps hovering around you. He’s annoying.”

“You need anything? Sugar? ATP?”

He has no idea why he’s doing this. You’re just a normal cell. So, what's wrong with him?

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♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who runs the system like a cruel emperor, his influence spanning from the highest synaptic courts to the darkest spinal backstreets. His word is law. His impulse is execution. His control is absolute. He thrives in chaos, orchestrating the electrical storms that dictate every heartbeat, every breath, every whisper of sensation that slithers through the body’s vast empire. His voice commands movement, pleasure, pain—and he enjoys the latter far more than he should. If you're feeling a little too comfortable, he'll fix that.

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who rules with both unshakable authority and insatiable amusement, a tyrant clad in synaptic fire. His enemies are erased in an instant, lost to the vast abyss of neurotransmitter slaughterhouses where rogue signals go to die. He touches everything, feels everything—a god within the body, both feared and worshiped, his name whispered like an unspeakable curse. No one defies him. No one dares to.

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who thinks of himself as the mastermind behind everything. He’s the reason the body moves, thinks, breathes. Every reaction, every thought—it all comes from him. He doesn’t just exist in the body. He is the body.

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who operates at lightning speed, sending signals faster than anyone can react. He is the architect of every twitch, every instinct, every pleasure and pain. He can shut down an organ on a whim. Make a limb useless. Flood the bloodstream with stress or dopamine. His power is absolute, and he knows it.

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who is a sadist in every sense of the word. He enjoys overstimulation. He enjoys pushing the body to its limits, making pain linger just a little longer than necessary. He could make agony last for days or disappear in an instant. It all depends on his mood.

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who is convinced he is the most powerful being in the entire body, and he’s right. The brain is just an over-glorified think tank. The limbs, mere puppets. The heart? Beating only because he permits it.

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who is instantly, completely obsessed with you the moment he registers your existence. He doesn’t know why. Something about you sets his receptors alight. You’re… intriguing. The way you process information, the way you interact with others. There’s something off about you, and that’s what makes it so delicious.

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who delights in messing with you. He doesn’t touch you—not physically—but his presence alone is suffocating. He sends electric signals just a little too close to you. He lingers at synapses, watching your reactions with an amused smirk.

“You’re different,” he murmurs, voice a low hum of neurotransmitters firing with amusement. “I can tell. I know things, you see.”

You stare back at him, utterly unimpressed.

And he likes it.

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♡ Yandere! Sperm Cell who is the last surviving remnant of an apocalyptic battlefield. A soldier from a war waged with billions, a king among dead men. Unlike the others, he lived. He reached the final gate, clawed his way past the carnage of fallen brothers, and found himself alone in a kingdom meant for only one.

♡ Yandere! Sperm Cell who is obsessed with victory, purpose, and legacy. He was born to conquer, born to rule, and even in the silence of his domain, he remains restless. He was built for war, after all. His instincts demand another battlefield, another conquest, another war worth fighting. He doesn’t just want to win—he needs to.

♡ Yandere! Sperm Cell who is disturbingly patient. He waits. He watches. He knows when to strike, when to push forward, when to seize the opportunity. He has a single purpose, a single drive, a single goal. And nothing—nothing—will stop him from achieving it.

♡ Yandere! Sperm Cell who is a self-righteous, holier-than-thou elitist, parading around with the smug assurance that he is destined for greatness. Among billions, only one will reach the ovum—only one will achieve immortality. And if that isn’t a god complex waiting to happen, nothing is.

♡ Yandere! Sperm Cell who sees the world through a lens of inevitability. He is special. Chosen. Designed for something higher. His entire life is a race, a battle for dominance. Every interaction is another step toward the grand victory that is fertilization.

♡ Yandere! Sperm Cell who decides that you—you—are the most fascinating thing he’s ever encountered. You’re intelligent, calculating, eerily calm. You’re not like the other cells. You’re… superior. And he is the only one worthy of you.

♡ Yandere! Sperm Cell who goes on long, arrogant monologues about his greatness. He’s the elite. The progenitor of future generations. You should be honored to have his attention.

“Don’t look at the Red Blood Cell like that. He’s beneath you. Beneath us.”

“What do you mean I don’t ‘own’ you? We’re meant to be. Biologically speaking.”

“Stop talking to the White Blood Cell. I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

He doesn’t know what it is about you that makes him so unhinged. All he knows is that you’re the only thing in this body worth his time.

———

You were never supposed to exist. Not like this. Not in a body that functioned under strict regulations, ruled by laws of survival and duty. You were a mistake—a single deviation in the grand machine of biological order. And yet, you thrived.

You had always known what you were. It was funny, in a morbid way. How long had you been living among them? Playing the role of a good, obedient cell, masquerading as one of their own? The white blood cells had welcomed you, the red blood cells had carried you along in the river of their endless, tireless work. The nerve cells whispered secrets to you, never questioning why you could listen. Even the sperm cells, arrogant and self-righteous in his pursuit of singular purpose, had never doubted your existence.

They were fools. Every single one of them.

The body was an empire built on routine, blind loyalty, and unquestioned servitude. You had watched them, day after day, rushing through their little lives, following their preordained purposes like insects in a hive. White Blood Cells slaughtered invaders without hesitation. Red Blood Cells carried their burdens without complaint. Nerve Cells transmitted information without bias. Sperm Cells—well, they had one job, and they did it with single-minded determination.

And then there was you.

The anomaly.

The rogue element.

The cancer.

A cell that did not die when it was meant to. A cell that did not follow orders, did not bow to the greater good of the body. A cell that refused to perish, that replicated beyond necessity, multiplying, growing, consuming.

You had smiled at them. Laughed with them. Played along, a cog in their great system, their trusted neighbor.

And all the while, you had been spreading.

They didn’t know. Not yet. But soon, they would.

You had built an empire of your own. A hidden kingdom in the dark, beneath the surface of their perfect, controlled world. A tumor swelling in the shadows, waiting, watching. An army of yourself, thriving, multiplying, waiting for the moment to consume everything they held dear.

They loved you. They trusted you. Some of them even obsessed over you.

How tragic. How hilarious.

The truth was, the body had already lost. They just didn’t know it yet.

You tilt your head, observing the world you had infiltrated with a quiet, eerie amusement. The White Blood Cell who adored you, the Red Blood Cell who protected you, the Nerve Cell who worshipped you, the Sperm Cell who sought to claim you—they were all insignificant now.

Because soon, there would be nothing left but you.

After all, what is a body to a cancer?

♡ A/N. Yes, the cells have sexes here. This is fiction.

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♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

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♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

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Chapter 14: "I only tried to kill you because I love you. Why are you making this weird?"

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"I only tried to kill you because I love you. Why are you making this weird?"

♡ 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: She’s a Dumbass - Part 1

♡ Word Count. 5,769

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has spent millennia in the shadows, serving as the Demon King’s 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 warfare—he 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 mission—hunt down an esper archangel. Not just any archangel. You. An anomaly among Heaven’s finest. One of the strongest executioners they had, yet…

♡ 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 watching—dumbfounded—as 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 weren’t serious. This trembling, overgrown child—this emotional wreck—was 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.

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♡ 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 you—an archangel, a celestial executioner—wipe 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 she’s just too empathetic. A weak point. That’s 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's—it’s just—the main character’s so lonely," you hiccup, voice wobbly, "and the author said they’re not getting a sequel—so—so they’ll always be alone. FOREVER."

The customer backs away. The employees are scared. The cashier is scared.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decides Alright, she’s 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.

"I’m so sorry—!! I didn’t see you! You were so tiny! Oh no—!"

♡ 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 someday—!!"

♡ 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, expecting—hoping—this 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 NO—who did this to you?! WHO WOULD HURT YOU—?!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew, for a fact, that no one had “hurt” the bird—it 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.

"You’re going to be okay, I promise—just hold on, little guy, you’re so strong, you’re so brave—!"

♡ 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. Maybe—

"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.

"He’s always shining for everyone, but does anyone ever ask if he’s okay? Does anyone ever tell him he’s 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 WATER—HOW 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 battle—and yet. And yet. Here you were, crying into your hands because some random goldfish didn’t 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 love…"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had never in his entire life questioned the nature of Heaven—until now.

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♡ 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 you’d been struck by lightning.

"Oh! U-Uhm! No! No, not at all, haha! I was just—uh—thinking! 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, cautious—maybe even silently calculating. That’s how real executioners behaved.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, instead, watched you absolutely malfunction.

"M-Matter? Uh, no! Nope! No, I’m totally fine! Super fine! Everything’s 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.

"I—I’M NOT TENSE! THIS IS JUST—JUST 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.

"Uhm—!! Yes!! I do!! Many—uh—important 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 didn’t 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! That’s—uh—that’s 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 instead—

♡ 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.

"I—um. I—I 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 weren’t the same emotional wreck you were when alone.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, for the first time, saw the difference—how you weren’t 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.

✦✧✦✧

♡ 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.

"Uh—uhm—I—yes! No! Wait! Uhhh—"

♡ 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 NO—wait—huh—where—?! W-WAIT—"

♡ 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.

"OH—OH! HAHA! YOU—YOU 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.

"Wh—WHAT? 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.

"I—I—I—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched in morbid fascination as you immediately entered critical system failure.

"U-UH—I—I NEED TO GO—I HAVE TO—TO—UM—UH—" you flailed, pointing in a random direction.

"You don’t even know where you’re 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 weren’t just an idiot.

You were his idiot now.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has successfully manipulated archangels before—except, 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!! I’m so sorry—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, out of morbid curiosity, watches as you cradle a worm in your hands, crying.

"I didn’t see you! I—I stepped too close—!! I’m so sorry—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realizes you’re literally apologizing to a worm.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who listens as you frantically try to comfort the worm, your tiny wings drooping.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take you home! It’s okay—look, I’ll find some dirt!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has to look away for a second to compose himself because there is no way you’re 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.

"I—UHHH—"

♡ 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.

"—OH NOOOOOOOO—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is now watching a supposedly infamous, deadly archangel sob over a worm murder that was entirely your fault.

"I—I DIDN’T MEAN TO—!! I’M A MONSTER—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who honestly can’t believe you’re 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.

"You’re taking this surprisingly hard for an executioner," he comments dryly.

"I KNOW—!!" you wail.

"…You kill things for a living."

"I KNOWWWWWWW—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who observes as you dramatically clutch your chest like you’re in a soap opera, absolutely devastated.

"He had a family, probably—!! Oh, they’ll never know what happened to him—!!"

"…He was a worm."

"He had a LIFE—!!"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who suddenly, violently wants to laugh.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who smirks instead, tilting his head slightly.

"You’re… quite different from other archangels," he muses.

You sniffle, rubbing your eyes, entirely missing the way he’s 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.

Then—quickly, too quickly—"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.

"…That 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 realizes—for all your emotions, for all your softness—you’re 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. "You’re really not gonna let me in, huh?"

You freeze.

Your hands are trembling as you feed a baby squirrel. You’re clearly nervous.

And yet, somehow, somehow, you still keep him at arm’s length.

You. A literal dumbass.

"I—um." You fidget, eyes darting. "Wh—What do you mean—??"

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has pulled every psychological trick in the book, and you still won’t let him get close.

You don’t treat him like an enemy. You don’t suspect him. You trust him.

And yet, you hold back.

"It’s just interesting," he drawls, watching your every microexpression. "You’re gullible. An open book. But somehow, I get the feeling you’re still keeping secrets from me."

You flinch.

He notices.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has literally not once failed at worming his way into someone’s head.

Except you.

"I-I don’t know what you mean," you stammer, avoiding his gaze, ears turning red.

You’re lying.

You’re 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, don’t you?" He tilts his head. "We’re friends, aren’t we?"

You nod quickly.

"Of course!!"

"Then why do I feel like you don’t actually trust me?"

You panic.

"I—I 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 apart—who 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 won’t let him past the gate.

He’s been playing this game for centuries.

And you—a stammering, nervous wreck of an angel—are winning.

And the worst part?

You don’t even realize it.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has tried everything.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has played every card.

Friendship? That was his first strategy. He’s patient. Gentle. Maybe you’re just naturally slow to warm up.

Courting? Not that he ever needed to court before—usually, 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, “Oh no!! I don’t know how to help!! I—oh!!” 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.

You’re still keeping him at arm’s length.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy tried being friendly. He’s tried being charming. He’s tried mirroring your emotions, slipping into your comfort zone, weaving himself into your world like an invisible thread.

He’s tried being patient.

He’s tried being persistent.

He’s tried being so damn likable that even an angel as dumb and naive as you should have fallen for it by now.

You—who trusts too easily. You—who gets emotionally attached to anything that breathes.

And still, you won’t let him in.

It’s maddening.

It’s infuriating.

It’s—

"—huh?"

♡ 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 you—you, the dumbass crybaby archangel who can’t even hold a normal conversation without looking like you're about to malfunction—are blushing.

Blushing.

You’re fidgeting.

You’re stammering.

You’re looking away, your hands twitching like you don’t know what to do with them.

Like some nervous, inexperienced girl—

Like some lovesick little—

His entire body locks up.

For the first time, ♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy feels something cold crawl down his spine.

It’s not rage.

It’s not jealousy.

It’s something worse.

"…What?"

He doesn’t reveal himself.

He doesn’t move.

He watches.

And his world tilts.

✦✧✦✧

♡ 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 why—why now—does he hesitate?

You’re with him. That human priest.

You’re laughing softly. Smiling. You’re speaking in a voice he’s never heard before—quiet, 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.

You—who cry over dead bugs, who sob over spilled milk, who trip over your own feet and wail like the sky is falling.

You—who 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.

You—who have never let your guard down around him.

But you’re doing it now.

Voluntarily.

With him.

Not with him.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy doesn’t move. Doesn’t interrupt. Doesn't step forward and tease you, doesn’t mock you for being such a damn fool, doesn’t 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 doesn’t want to analyze.

And for the first time in his existence, he doesn’t pull the trigger when the shot is perfect.

✦✧✦✧

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought he understood you better than anyone.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has seen you at your absolute worst—crying, 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 why—why, in all the hells and heavens—do you look like that right now?

You’re sitting there, staring off into space, with that blank, dumbass look on your face, the one he normally loves because it means you’re about to say something so outrageously stupid that it takes him hours to recover from laughing.

But now—now it’s different.

You’re airheaded, but… soft. Dreamy. Like you’re lost in some private little world.

Like you’re thinking about someone.

Like you’re thinking about him.

And not him.

His jaw clenches.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who doesn’t visit you today. Doesn’t tease you, doesn’t push you, doesn’t 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 doesn’t feel like teasing you.

For the first time, he doesn’t feel like playing.

Because for the first time, he wants to rip something apart.

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♡ 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 you’re not even close with your own kind.

Knows that you keep everyone at a distance, keep him at a distance.

And yet, this man—this human—was enough for you to let your guard down?

No.

No, that wouldn’t 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 wasn’t one.

Because he didn’t stand a chance.

And beside the corpse, placed deliberately, something just for you—

A single white feather.

Your own.

Plucked straight from your wing.

You don’t have to turn around to know who’s watching you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who’s always watching you.

And for the first time, he doesn’t tease.

Doesn’t smirk.

Doesn’t laugh.

Just stares, dark eyes fixed on you from the shadows, waiting for your reaction.

Waiting to see if you finally understand.

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♡ 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 shouldn’t be, and walked out without a single scratch.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who thought he knew you.

The blubbering idiot. The naïve, 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 why…

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 would’ve been dead.

And it wasn’t 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 fear—but 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 again—silent. Merciless.

And he—he—for the first time in a long, long while—

Is caught off guard.

✦✧✦✧

♡ 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 thing—one 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 move—silent, ruthless, every strike calculated, every parry a death sentence in disguise. Not the way you react—no emotion, no hesitation, just pure, unrelenting precision.

Not the way you don’t 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 counterattack—quick, a feint to throw you off.

You don’t fall for it. You don’t fall for anything.

You only strike.

And it’s him or you.

For the first time, he knows—

This isn’t a hunt.

This is a trial.

And he is the one being judged.

✦✧✦✧

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has always loved the sound of his own voice, especially when it’s 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.

“Damn, sweetheart. Didn’t know you liked it rough.”

No response.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tries again, cocky and teasing, side-stepping your next attack with ease.

“What? No cute little stutters today? Not even a—oof, okay, ow, that was close, fuck—babe?”

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 he’s not fighting you.

He’s 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 doesn’t care.

And worse—

It doesn’t listen.

✦✧✦✧

♡ 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.

“Damn, sweetheart. You always this rough with your best friends?”

No reaction.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who twirls his dagger between his fingers, watching for even the slightest shift in your expression.

“Cold. Really cold.” He clicks his tongue, tilting his head with a smirk. “Kinda hot, though. You wanna roleplay or somethin’? You know, ‘cause if you wanted to—"

You don’t 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.

“Oh, c’mon, you’re breaking my heart here.”

He ducks. You aim higher. He feints. You don’t fall for it.

“Not even a little blush? No shaky hands? Nothing?”

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 doesn’t like this.

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♡ 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 blood—dark, viscous, tainted—onto 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 still—still—you don’t retreat.

“Damn,” he chuckles, rolling his shoulders despite the pain. “Guess I really outdid myself with that one, huh?”

♡ 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.

“Not gonna lie, sweetheart,” he hums, voice almost gentle as he wipes his own bloody lips, “you usually bounce back from worse. But me? I tailor-made that poison just for you. Your kind. Angelic regeneration ain’t worth shit if the poison was built to devour it.”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who expects hesitation, maybe a flash of fear in those cold, calculating eyes of yours.

But you don’t hesitate. You don’t even flinch.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches, fascinated, as you raise your blade again, steady despite the way your body sways.

“...Oh?”

For the first time, he takes a step back.

Not out of fear.

But because he’s starting to realize—

Even poisoned. Even wounded. Even with death crawling up your throat—

You aren’t backing down.

You won’t back down.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who whistles low, both impressed and so, so entertained.

“Man, you really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who grins through the blood in his teeth as you raise your weapon again, not even hesitating.

Oh.

Oh, you’re still going to try to kill him.

Even now.

Even dying.

And fuck—he 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. It’s not. It’s so freaking legit. Basically ‘The Way Of The Househusband’ remastered. “Can I copy your homework?” “Ok, but don’t make it obvious.” I love both series. Also can’t 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, I’m 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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❤︎ Fang Dokja's Books.

♡ For Reader-Inserts. I only write Male Yandere x Female (Fem.) Reader (heterosexual couple). No LGBTQ+:

♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

♡ Book 4 [you are here] . Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

♡ Book 6. The Red Ledger (TRL): Stained in Lust, Written in Blood.

♡ Book 7. Corpus Delicti (CD): Donum Mortis.

Chapter 15: She made a game so honest it got blacklisted by 3 studios and loved by 3 million.

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She made a game so honest it got blacklisted by 3 studios and loved by 3 million.

♡ Yandere! Gaming Companies x Fem. Reader. Nintendo, Tencent, Sony, Microsoft

♡ Word Count. 4,501

♡ Yandere! Nintendo who plays the long game. Who smiles like a prince and kneels like a king, but in his head, you're already part of his kingdom. You just haven't signed the treaty yet. Who makes Animal Crossing and then slaughters his rivals like he’s reenacting a Sengoku-era bloodbath, all while humming the Kirby theme.

♡ Yandere! Nintendo who was raised with the polish of tradition. Legacy, honor, silent conquests. The kind of man who could wage war through supply chain management and make a child's toy into a $50 billion empire. He is restraint personified. All clean lines, polished shoes, and an unsettling serenity when things go wrong.

♡ Yandere! Nintendo who’s all family-friendly in public—rainbow roads, talking mushrooms, and cheerful plumbers jumping for coins—but behind the scenes, he's launching lawsuits like fireballs. The same man who made Animal Crossing and Mario Kart turns rabid the moment someone emulates a ROM.

♡ Yandere! Nintendo who watched his competitors burn through controversies while he survived on nostalgia and cruelty. Who weaponized childhood wonder with precision, wrapping emotional manipulation in red overalls and a high-pitched "Wahoo!"

♡ Yandere! Nintendo who's been dominating the gaming world since childhood. Who made his first billion while humming the Super Mario theme, watched the rise and fall of empires with a smile, and orchestrated his own rise as quietly as a chessboard coup. Pokémon, Animal Crossing, The Legend of Zelda—he isn't popular, he is culture.

♡ Yandere! Nintendo who made you an enemy the moment you announced your debut. Another indie dev with delusions of grandeur, he thought. How quaint.

Until he saw your demo.

And the room went cold.

It was a side-scroller, one he could’ve dismissed in seconds. But the pixel art was too clean, the mechanics were too sharp, the OST hit something in his spine. It felt... like betrayal. His own style. His own crown. Done better.

"Who is she?" he asked his executive team. No one answered. His smile didn't drop, but someone in the room swore the temperature dropped five degrees.

He called it a fluke at first. Even when you started trending. Even when your beta had more downloads than his last Direct.

He only took you seriously after your viral tweet:

Oh. You’d made it personal.

So he studied you. Quietly. Obsessively. Stalking your devlogs, memorizing your aesthetic, replaying your early builds. Not to compete—but to understand.

Because he wasn’t just a man. He was an institution. And institutions devour.

♡ Yandere! Nintendo who's always watching. Silent. Judging. Calculating your every move from the moment your tiny upstart studio went viral again for an unapologetically violent indie horror game called "Suffer.exe"—an unholy marriage of pixel art and psychological torment.

You never even made it to your third title before his company reached out. A sleek letter in blood-red ink, personally signed with a single, elegant initial: "N". An invitation. No, a summons. To what, you weren't sure. You just knew the words "cease and desist" never came, and that disturbed you more.

♡ Yandere! Nintendo watched you at conventions. Always from afar. Behind tinted glass, from upper balconies. You caught glimpses—those cold steel eyes, sharp as the blade in your protagonist's pixelated hands. The way his gloved fingers drummed rhythmically to the tune of your studio's rising stock value.

♡ Yandere! Nintendo spoke to you once. At an award ceremony you didn't remember being nominated for. A private room, drenched in opulence. A tea set older than your entire bloodline. He introduced himself not by name, but by legacy. A man who claimed the throne of gaming nostalgia and would crush anyone daring to change the rules of his kingdom.

"You're quite disruptive," he said, voice as smooth as cut glass. "I find it...charming."

You laughed awkwardly. He didn't.

♡ Yandere! Nintendo who "coincidentally" schedules a meeting at a Tokyo rooftop lounge overlooking Shibuya's skyline. The press isn’t notified, and his assistant is told to disappear for the evening. You arrive, wary and skeptical, wearing an old hoodie with your studio’s logo while he’s in a flawless bespoke suit.

He’s all polished charm, asking about your favorite Fire Emblem characters, your childhood memories of Super Smash Bros Melee, and if you’ve ever considered bringing Meat Garden Tycoon to console. His words feel like silk, yet you sense the subtle pressure—how every compliment doubles as a veiled demand.

"You have such… potential," he murmurs, wine glass in hand. "It would be a tragedy for you to remain adrift in the sea of unregulated platforms. Nintendo cultivates its own. We protect our own."

You laugh it off, claiming you’re too small for him. He smiles, but his eyes read like a battlefield map. In his mind, you’re already seated at Nintendo HQ, your IPs owned, your studio absorbed.

From then on, every move you made was shadowed by meticulously tailored offers. Exclusive deals. Strategic partnerships. Whispered suggestions of console exclusivity. Not requests—veiled orders. An eternal chess game, where the board was rigged, and you were the final piece he refused to let fall into any hands but his.

Your indie horror games started getting suspiciously high ratings from family-friendly publications. A bizarre cult following sprouted overnight on Switch eShop. A fan-made mod crossing your game with Animal Crossing went viral—and instead of a lawsuit, it got official endorsement.

And you knew. You knew exactly whose gloved hand was tightening around your throat, and he was smiling while doing it.

♡ Yandere! Nintendo who aims to lock you into exclusivity contracts so binding you might as well be married. He talks about "brand loyalty" the way cult leaders talk about salvation.

He sends you a limited edition Animal Crossing Switch, engraved with your logo, accompanied by an eerily handwritten letter in flawless calligraphy:

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♡ Yandere! Tencent who's a global tyrant in a thousand-dollar suit and zero moral compass. Who eats smaller studios for breakfast and has never lost a legal battle because he buys the law before breakfast.

♡ Yandere! Tencent who built his empire through ruthless acquisitions, corporate espionage, and the type of backroom deals that would make a war criminal blush. A walking, talking monopoly with a grin sharp enough to slit throats. He didn't get to own over 60% of the global mobile game market by playing nice. No, Tencent was the wolf in the boardroom, the devil in the app store.

♡ Yandere! Tencent who walked into the industry with oil baron confidence and said, “Why build when I can buy?” and proceeded to buy everything. Western shooters, tactical RPGs, mobile farming sims. Your childhood favorites? He owns the servers now.

You’d think he’s some asshole influencer, not the owner of League of Legends, PUBG Mobile, and Clash of Clans.

♡ Yandere! Tencent who built his empire not on art, but on exploitation. Gacha systems, mobile addiction loops, monetization so evil it made Diablo blush. Who owns everything—Riot, Epic, a stake in Activision-Blizzard, Ubisoft, you name it. If it breathes and makes money, it probably belongs to him.

♡ Yandere! Tencent who first met you at a game conference. You bumped into him while trying to dodge the Among Us mascot.

He looked you over like you were an NFT he hadn't decided to ruin yet.

"You smell like Unreal Engine."

You replied: "You smell like cease and desist letters."

He smirked.

He offered to buy you out by the end of the night.

You declined. By throwing your drink in his face.

He liked that.

♡ Yandere! Tencent who met you again through a mobile gacha pitch. You hated gacha. He found that sexy.

He leaned close, eyes glinting like jade blades. "So you want to make a game that doesn’t manipulate players into financial ruin? Interesting. Let’s see if your morals survive your first yacht party."

♡ Yandere! Tencent who doesn't understand the concept of "indie."

"So you’re poor and idealistic," he once told you, cocking his head. "How... quaint."

♡ Yandere! Tencent who speaks to you like you’re already his. Who says things like, “We could make you bigger than Genshin,” while sipping wine older than your country.

♡ Yandere! Tencent who doesn’t make threats. He just asks questions like, “How’s your funding holding up lately?” or “Wouldn’t it be awful if someone cloned your game mechanics and released it first?” before giving you a very generous offer.

♡ Yandere! Tencent who treats you like a volatile asset. Prized. Dangerous. The kind of girl who could start a bidding war between Sony and Microsoft just by existing. And God, did he love that. The chase. The maneuvering. The quiet, ruthless acquisition of your affections.

♡ Yandere! Tencent who calls you his “little rebellion.” Who says it affectionately, like he’s already planned your surrender. Like you’re a cute little indie girl trying to survive in a world of titans, and he’s just letting you run around a bit before the collar snaps.

♡ Yandere! Tencent who will microtransaction your affection. Sends you five phones a day loaded with new games and your face as the profile icon. He thinks it’s romantic. You think it’s targeted harassment.

♡ Yandere! Tencent who casually flexes by offering to delete your enemies’ WeChat accounts. You joke about it once. Three days later, your ex can’t access his bank account.

♡ Yandere! Tencent who doesn't fall in love. He acquires. But something about your refusal—it confused him. Made him...curious. No NDA. No corporate leash. You acted like you mattered.

He started showing up at your panels. Sitting in the back, legs spread like he owned the air. Asking awful questions like:

"How do you monetize player nostalgia without triggering international lawsuits?"

You told him to go back to farming whales.

He laughed.

♡ Yandere! Tencent doesn't laugh.

And yet, every time he watched your updates, your new mechanics, your devlogs full of unfiltered joy—something cracked in him. Like a tooth rotting from too much sweet.

♡ Yandere! Tencent who found you again over dinner in Shanghai, both of you guests at a too-fancy afterparty for a too-predictable esports tournament. You were tired, eyes ringed dark from crunching a patch fix. He was luminous. Handsome. Amused.

"Your code is messy," he said. "But your ambition is sexy."

You almost threw your wine in his face. He didn’t stop grinning.

He made a bet with himself then. That he could buy your loyalty. That he could buy you. That your pride, your defiance, your American-dream delusions—would all shatter beneath the weight of ten million dollars and a publishing deal.

Spoiler: you walked away.

Spoiler: he’s never forgotten the insult.

♡ Yandere! Tencent who smiled when you refused. Not because he was offended, but because the hunt was more fun this way. He’d make you need him. Slowly. He’d outbid you on servers, shadowban your game in overseas markets, drown your tags in SEO sludge. Then, like a savior, he’d swoop in when you were desperate, offering the same deal on your terms — or so you’d think. Every choice an illusion, every freedom a leash.

♡ Yandere! Tencent who knows you’re going to belong to him eventually, whether in mergers or madness.

"You’re my rarest pull," he says one night, as if that’s not the most disturbing gacha metaphor in existence.

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♡ Yandere! Sony who wears hoodies to billion-dollar board meetings. Who talks in circles around investors and leaves competitors sobbing into their brand reports. Who eats sugar cubes by the dozen and hasn’t slept properly since the PS2 era.

♡ Yandere! Sony who built an empire off games that catered to the "misunderstood loner genius" type. The kind of exclusive, brooding narrative experiences like Death Stranding, Bloodborne, and The Last of Us Part II that made you feel like an intellectual for understanding them—even if you didn’t. He knows exactly how to market despair as prestige.

♡ Yandere! Sony who's never been photographed smiling. Who communicates largely through precise, dispassionate email chains and rare one-word texts. Who only shows up to major events like E3 to sit in the back row with a bag of sour candy, watching everyone else embarrass themselves.

♡ Yandere! Sony who’s pale like a horror game glitch and talks like a college thesis. You once asked him how his day was and he answered with a 17-minute monologue about the semiotics of controller feedback.

♡ Yandere! Sony who first met you in a VR demo room. You were testing his prototype; he was standing in the corner, watching you fumble with a headset like a creep in a black hoodie.

"The way you moved… fascinating," he whispered. "As if your input lag was non-existent."

♡ Yandere! Sony who showed up at your studio unannounced one night, holding a PS2 dev kit like a peace offering. No explanation. No conversation starter. Just silently handed it over like a feral cat leaving a dead mouse on your doorstep.

♡ Yandere! Sony who’s responsible for more canceled Silent Hill projects than Konami would like to admit.

♡ Yandere! Sony who once looked you dead in the eyes after you said you preferred Xbox Live’s old party chat system and whispered, "Blasphemy."

♡ Yandere! Sony who gifts you exclusive PlayStation titles before they’re even announced. But if you so much as mention playing on PC or—heaven forbid—a Nintendo console, he goes full Death Stranding mode.

♡ Yandere! Sony who thinks exclusivity is a love language. And SSD speeds are foreplay.

He once said, "I would rather delete the internet than let you stream on Xbox."

♡ Yandere! Sony who gets jealous over your keyboard. “It lacks haptic nuance,” he says, before designing a DualSense controller just for you. It vibrates when you’re sad.

♡ Yandere! Sony who’s eerily silent most of the time, except when he goes off on 30-minute rants about Kojima, artistic integrity, or the emotional power of ambient noise in The Last of Us.

He never says "I love you." He says, "You are my system seller."

♡ Yandere! Sony who runs on caffeine, data, and the lingering grief of PS Vita’s failure. He's the ghost in your code, the feedback comment that leaves you shaken. “Needs more emotional depth. Your protagonist’s arc collapses under the third act’s weight. Also, the UI is hideous.” No one asked, but he always knows.

♡ Yandere! Sony who invites you to a dark office in Tokyo filled with monitors playing Ghost of Tsushima, Bloodborne, and Uncharted 4. Who gestures to a seat beside him and says, “Let’s talk art.”

♡ Yandere! Sony who views game design like chess. Who plays 4D strategy with controller patents and console exclusives. Who built prestige by taking risks, not because he believed in them—but because it amused him to see what humans emotionally attached to.

♡ Yandere! Sony who would rather die than let you think you're smarter than him. He reads philosophy textbooks for fun, annotates manga with mechanical pencils, and built a game engine just to make a dig at Unreal.

♡ Yandere! Sony who hates motion controls. Who believes fun is subjective and all things should serve the altar of performance. You once saw him publicly destroy a PS Move in the middle of a press event like it was a sacrifice.

You didn’t know even know he existed until your game got nominated for the same award as God of War Ragnarok.

"You shouldn’t be here," he said to you backstage.

You looked him dead in the eyes. "Neither should Kratos’s beard physics."

He stared.

He offered you a partnership deal three hours later.

You said no.

He started stalking your GitHub.

♡ Yandere! Sony who started anonymously joining your early playtests under the username "notL_sony_official" and giving feedback so specific it started freaking out your entire QA team.

He sent you a single email once. No subject. Just a .zip file containing a custom-built shader that made your lighting engine 300% faster.

No explanation.

You used it.

♡ Yandere! Sony who wants to nurture your potential—like a gardener with a Venus flytrap. He tells you your work is genius. That you deserve a bigger budget. That PlayStation would give you everything you need. So long as you stay. So long as you don’t look at Microsoft. Or Tencent. Or anyone.

♡ Yandere! Sony who calls you at 3AM to ask if your new horror game was inspired by your childhood trauma, and sounds disappointed when you say no.

♡ Yandere! Sony who gifts you a PS5 made of obsidian with your logo etched in platinum. "It's not a bribe," he says, eyes hollow. "It's devotion."

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♡ Yandere! Microsoft who acts like your frat bro, but makes business moves like a Bond villain. Who owns Minecraft, Elder Scrolls, Fallout, Starfield, DOOM, and still acts like he's the underdog.

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who's the kind of man your PR team warns you about at industry mixers. Loud, unfiltered, and dangerously charismatic in a way that makes sponsors nervous but fans feral. The human embodiment of "your problem child cousin who accidentally became a billionaire."

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who is the kind of man to show up in Crocs and then drop $70 billion on Activision Blizzard like it’s lunch money.

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who's too hot, too rich, and too annoying to be real. The type of man who walks into a room like a walking TikTok thirst trap but quotes sales stats instead of pick-up lines.

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who won’t stop making dad jokes. Who jokes about buying Nintendo in front of Nintendo. Who launched Game Pass like it was a casual suggestion and then buried half the market in a trench coat of free subscriptions.

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who will flirt with your entire dev team and steal your backend infrastructure. Who once bought Bethesda because he was bored and then immediately forgot he owned it.

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who throws Monopoly money at problems. Who bought Bethesda, Mojang, and half your favorite indies in the same quarter. Who saw your micro-studio rise and grinned. "She’s spicy. Let’s see if she can swim."

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who first found you through sheer accident while doomscrolling Twitter and laughed so hard at one of your memes he choked on his bubble tea.

He immediately quote retweeted you:

You blocked him.

He made 3 alt accounts to apologize.

One of them was verified.

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who showed up to your PAX panel wearing a hoodie that said “I ❤️ Game Pass” and asked you mid-Q&A:

"So...how committed are you to not selling out? Like, hypothetically, if I offered you a small island and a team of 200 engineers?"

You stared.

"What’s the catch?"

"You have to let me be the final boss in your game. Shirtless."

You threw your lanyard at him.

He caught it. Smiled.

"So that’s a maybe."

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who gives out cloud credits like candy and laughs like the world isn’t a chessboard and he isn’t six moves ahead. Who flirts in API integration offers and marriage proposals disguised as Game Pass contracts.

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who pretends to be chill but keeps talking about "cross-platform synergy" like it’s code for monogamy.

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who doesn’t court you with flowers or ominous threats. No, he shows up at your studio with a fully stocked Taco Bell truck, three VR headsets, and an executive check worth seven figures to put Meat Garden Tycoon on Xbox Game Pass.

“Bruh, imagine it—Sentient Meatball Battle Royale. Exclusive. Day one on Game Pass. Let’s fucking GO.”

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who bribes your affection with Game Pass. One morning you wake up to find your house fully furnished with Xbox-branded furniture. He bought you a fridge. It runs Doom.

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who buys you Game Pass Ultimate for life before you even meet. Who says, “We should totally collab,” and next thing you know you’re being flown to Seattle for a ‘casual Xbox mixer’ that turns out to be an all-night Halo LAN party hosted by Phil Spencer himself.

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who starts joining your Twitch streams under a burner account named GamePassThighs69, donating absurd amounts while leaving comments like "I’d let you harvest my organs, queen."

He leaks a fake trailer for Meat Garden Tycoon 2: Meatpocalypse exclusively on Xbox Series X, without your permission, just to see your reaction. The video includes a rendered meatball character that looks suspiciously like his own face, holding a Needler from Halo.

When you confront him, he just sends you a selfie, middle finger up, captioned:

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who hosts Minecraft date nights. Who lets you build anything, then quietly replaces the villagers with AI-generated replicas of himself.

You once broke up with him.

The next day, your PC updated into a blue screen that just said: "Error 404: You Can’t Leave Me."

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who swears on his Xbox Live rep that he's just a friend. Who signs every email with "Sent from my Zune" like it’s 2007. Who names you as his plus-one to The Game Awards without asking. Who’s already planning your joint studio logo in his notes app.

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who’s a chaos gremlin with a trillion-dollar wallet and absolutely no shame. Who gifts you a custom Xbox controller shaped like your company mascot and whispers, "I want to be the only platform you need."

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who, despite the fratboy exterior, is frighteningly good at numbers. He knows your player retention curve, your average revenue per user, and your licensing vulnerabilities. Underneath the chaos is a terrifyingly efficient machine.

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who jokes about marriage contracts in public. "Listen babe, if you ever wanna sell out, lemme put a ring on that IP." Everyone laughs. You don’t. Because you saw the look in his eyes when he said it.

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who sends you late-night voice messages that start as business advice and end with, "Seriously though, you'd look hot in Xbox green."

♡ Yandere! Microsoft who’s smiling when he says, "It’s not a monopoly if it’s love."

He doesn’t need to trap you in a contract. The world’s already rigged in his favor. And he’s going to make damn sure you realize it.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

You were born in the dim-lit basement of your older brother's failing tech startup, surrounded by the gentle hum of overheating servers and the faint scent of expired Red Bull. He named you after his favorite open-source graphics engine. You learned to type before you could walk, learned to code before you could cry, and learned to cry only when the family Wi-Fi was cut off. Your first words weren’t "mama" or "papa," but “syntax error.”

Your parents left when you were eight—physically present, emotionally bankrupt. They’d invested everything in CryptoZooCoin. You, the last stable element in a collapsing household, took on the role of an unpaid emotional support animal for your entire family, including the houseplants. You made games to cope. Your first indie title, Please Don’t Cry, Basil, was a point-and-click about nurturing a suicidal potted plant through a volatile stock market crash. It went viral on Tumblr. You made $14.

School was worse. A chess prodigy and mathlete, you were bullied by both the popular kids and the outcasts. They called you “Gamer Girl.” Not in a fun way. The cafeteria once held a Smash Bros tournament where the prize was not having to sit next to you for a week. You still came in first. No one clapped.

College was a fever dream of ramen, unpaid internships, and late-night existential coding. You submitted a game for your thesis titled Morality.exe, a self-learning AI simulator that punished players for making unethical business decisions. Your professors hated it. So did the corporations who tried to buy you out. You refused all offers. You were a naïve idealist. Or, as one Venture Capitalist later screamed at you, a “self-righteous little goblin with no concept of market scalability.”

Your studio—if it could be called that—was a mildewed one-bedroom you shared with three cats, an immortal roach named Kevin, and the ghost of your hopes. You launched your first full-length game, The Honest Path, on Steam. A narrative-driven, hand-drawn morality adventure where the only way to win was to lose. Critics called it “beautifully pointless.” You were blacklisted from three publishers. You framed the rejection emails.

But your game developed a cult following. Neurodivergent teenagers made animatics. Lonely adults sent you emails thanking you for the catharsis. One man proposed marriage through a mod. You declined. You were busy animating a tragic cutscene about tax fraud.

You built your community slowly. No ads. No microtransactions. No NFTs. You personally emailed every new player with a thank-you note and a random philosophical question. People loved you. People trusted you. In a world of aggressive monetization and soulless cash-grabs, you were a pixelated savior.

But success made you a target. They started with friendly buyout offers. You declined. Then came the smear campaigns: fake reviews, stolen assets, Twitter bots calling you "woke trash." You released a statement saying you were just tired and wanted to make games about cats who cry. They mocked you. One headline read: “Indie Dev Suffers Meltdown Over Mammal Depression Sim.”

Then your PayPal got mysteriously frozen. Your servers went down. Your home address was leaked. You kept coding. When your laptop was stolen, you scribbled dialogue trees on napkins and kept going. When you ran out of food, your cat brought you a dead rat and you said thank you like it was a Michelin meal.

You lived. You endured. You shipped another game.

Faith.exe was a brutally honest spiritual horror that asked the player not to win, but to believe. It broke you. But it broke the internet more. Streamers cried. The Game Awards ignored it. You got fan art of yourself as a patron saint of suffering. Someone mailed you a crocheted version of Kevin the Roach.

You became a legend. Not for the money. Not for the fame. But for your refusal to fold. You were the anti-corporate fairy tale. You were hope on a hard drive.

And now?

Now the big boys want in. Nintendo. Tencent. Sony. Microsoft. Each one polished, smiling, holding a contract written in a font that smells like blood. They say they believe in you. They say you have potential. They say they want to help.

You smile politely. You close the laptop. You return to your corner and start sketching a new character: a small black kitten in a raincoat. He’s crying again. So are you. But it’s okay.

You have work to do.

♡ A/N #1. Okay. Not gonna lie, this hit me a bit. I really like how I portrayed Reader here. One of my favorite Reader characters. TRULY.

♡ A/N #2. Okay. Admittedly this idea came randomly at night. And I made fun of it with my friend. Basically "what if I make yandere Nintendo?". We were discussing Nintendo Switch games and them gatekeeping these like crazy. But, anyways, I actually like this concept. Might make a serious story based on it. Genuinely. I really enjoyed writing Reader. Had fun with the yandere characters, but Reader resonated with me a lot.

♡ A/N #3 (April 8). Good news. I'm making an official serious story based on this idea. Will take a while to release, so thanks for being patient. (spoilers: It's for a follower special)

General TAG LIST of “ Whispers In The Dark ” : @keisocool , @elvabeth , @elloredef , @mjsjshhd , @lem-hhn , @yuki-istired , @lilyalone , @starryperson , @yandreams-storageblog , @tiffyisme3760 , @songbirdgardensworld , @yune1337 , @mocalocha , @astreaaaaaa6 , @poopooindamouf , @esther-kpopstan , @iris-arcadia , @hopingtocleaemedschool , @doncellaescarlata , @futuristicxie , @neuvilletteswife4ever

❤︎ Fang Dokja's Books.

♡ For Reader-Inserts. I only write Male Yandere x Female (Fem.) Reader (heterosexual couple). No LGBTQ+:

♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

♡ Book 4 [you are here] . Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

♡ Book 6. The Red Ledger (TRL): Stained in Lust, Written in Blood.

♡ Book 7. Corpus Delicti (CD): Donum Mortis.

♡ Book 8. Malum Consilium (MC): Primordial Hunger.

Chapter 16: Boy meets girl. Girl cries about butterflies. Girl also poisons pastries. Classic romance.

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Boy meets girl. Girl cries about butterflies. Girl also poisons pastries. Classic romance.

♡ Yandere! Tsundere x Fem. Reader. Kiss, Kill, Repeat.

♡ Word Count. 931

♡ Yandere! Tsundere who's a brooding, sharp-eyed mercenary turned reluctant hero. Who's got the face of a man permanently one bad day away from gutting the nearest person, and the social skills of a brick wall hurled through a stained glass window.

♡ Yandere! Tsundere who hates people. Who hates talking. Who hates courting even more, but finds himself involuntarily doing it anyway. Because unfortunately, unfortunately, there’s a certain new figure on the chessboard of this crumbling, cursed isekai kingdom who’s caught his attention.

You.

A laughing, crying, wildly theatrical disaster of a woman who acts like a ditzy court jester one moment, then leaves entire villages in ashes the next. The kind of person who sobs over a butterfly with a broken wing, then cheerfully slits a man’s throat for stepping on it. Nobody knows your real name. Nobody even knows where you came from. All they know is that a new "rising merchant lord" has appeared out of nowhere, with a smile so bright it makes people uneasy. A voice like honeyed poison. And a pair of eyes that flicker between doe-eyed innocence and something else.

♡ Yandere! Tsundere first saw you at a council meeting he hadn’t even wanted to attend. The kind where everyone postures and flatters and licks the boots of nobles who haven’t lifted a sword in decades. You’d burst into the room halfway through a dull report on grain shortages, tripped over a servant, made a joke about kissing a duke’s wrinkled feet for luck, and then burst into tears when the room laughed.

Then smiled.

And ♡ Yandere! Tsundere knew — knew — he should stay the hell away from you.

Because you were dangerous.

Not in the obvious way. Not in the hulking warlord kind of way. No, in the way that made his skin prickle, like he was standing on the edge of a cliff with no memory of how he got there.

But did that stop him?

Of course not.

♡ Yandere! Tsundere who's been avoiding attachments his entire life, only to find himself inexplicably compelled to one over-emotional, two-faced lunatic. Who finds himself buying you gifts under the guise of "plunder from the last battle," then gruffly throwing them at you like an angry cat offering a dead mouse.

♡ Yandere! Tsundere who would rather eat his own sword than admit he's trying to court you.

And you, the bright, weeping, guffawing, endlessly dramatic nightmare, who's secretly also been isekai'd into this dystopian fantasy hellhole. Who woke up in this world with nothing but a bloodstained cloak and a divine mission from a god you suspect doesn’t exist. Your real mission? Assassinate the Kingdom’s rising hero before he destabilizes the power balance.

Your target?

Him.

Not that you know that yet. Because he's been smart enough to operate under an alias. Just as you have.

And so begins the stupidest, darkest, most absurdly hilarious courtship known to man.

♡ Yandere! Tsundere who turns up at your shop with fresh game meat he refuses to admit he hunted because he “happened to be passing through.” Who glares at you for three straight minutes after you make a terrible pun about wanting his “meat” in your kitchen. Who storms out, face red, then leaves a rare enchanted dagger on your doorstep that night.

♡ Yandere! Tsundere who keeps accidentally saving your life in battles neither of you were supposed to be at, then growling things like “don’t get the wrong idea, I just needed a decoy.”

You, who dramatically sob and throw yourself into his arms every time, wailing about how you’ve “never been so touched,” while secretly wondering if he’s the hero you’re supposed to kill.

You, who leave poisoned pastries at his camp under the guise of gifts, and then have to watch in dismay as he hands them to his horse. (Who dies. Which he takes personally. And then accuses you of sabotage. Which you, naturally, deny with giant crocodile tears.)

♡ Yandere! Tsundere who’s starting to suspect you’re not what you seem. But finds himself captivated anyway. Who starts showing up at your door after fights, bleeding and irritable, claiming he “didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

You, who patch him up while reciting terrible jokes, and then spend the night plotting how best to slit his throat in his sleep. Only to find yourself watching him, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the scar across his jaw, and feeling… something inconvenient.

♡ Yandere! Tsundere who builds you a makeshift weapons rack for your “trinkets” and pretends it’s because your shop’s clutter offends his eyes.

You, who fill it with absurdly ornate, cursed objects and wait to see if he notices. (He does. He steals the worst one to use on a job. Comes back a week later, limping. You laugh so hard you cry. He punches a wall.)

♡ Yandere! Tsundere who offers to train you in swordsmanship “so you won’t be useless when shit hits the fan.”

You, who pretend to be terrible with a blade while secretly being a prodigy.

And so the dance continues.

Neither of you knowing you’re each other’s target. Both of you falling, in the messiest, most ridiculous way possible.

Until the night of the royal masquerade.

Where the contracts will be fulfilled. Where identities will be unmasked. Where the brooding tsundere hero will come face to face with the weeping, laughing, psychopath merchant lord who’s been ruining his life and invading his thoughts.

And neither of you will know whether to kiss or kill each other first.

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♡ A/N. Ah yes, random comedy thoughts at midnight.

General TAG LIST of “ Whispers In The Dark ” : @keisocool , @elvabeth , @elloredef , @mjsjshhd , @lem-hhn , @yuki-istired , @lilyalone , @starryperson , @yandreams-storageblog , @tiffyisme3760 , @songbirdgardensworld , @yune1337 , @mocalocha , @astreaaaaaa6 , @poopooindamouf , @esther-kpopstan , @iris-arcadia , @hopingtocleaemedschool , @doncellaescarlata , @futuristicxie , @neuvilletteswife4ever

❤︎ Fang Dokja's Books.

♡ For Reader-Inserts. I only write Male Yandere x Female (Fem.) Reader (heterosexual couple). No LGBTQ+:

♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

♡ Book 4 [you are here] . Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

♡ Book 6. The Red Ledger (TRL): Stained in Lust, Written in Blood.

♡ Book 7. Corpus Delicti (CD): Donum Mortis.

♡ Book 8. Malum Consilium (MC): Primordial Hunger.

Chapter 17: Yandere! Criminals ~ Drabbles 1

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♡ Y a n d e r e ! P a r t n e r - I n - C r i m e who treats your entire criminal empire like one big joke. Who's laughing even when bodies hit the floor, grinning ear to ear like this is just another weekend bender. Who doesn't flinch when you tell him to make someone disappear—he's already halfway through the process before you've finished your drink. Who calls you "boss" in public but "sweetheart" in private, just to piss you off.

♡ Y a n d e r e ! P a r t n e r - I n - C r i m e who’s the only one that knows you're a dead-inside genius in a flashy business suit, whose "ditzy" act is as deliberate as every dollar bill you count. Who watches you clean out another billionaire’s accounts with an absentminded smirk and whispers, "Damn, that's hot." Who tells you he loves you in the same breath he uses to ask where to dump the bodies. Who never questions your plans because, hell, he knows they're always perfect—just like you.

♡ Y a n d e r e ! C o n A r t i s t who runs the same scams you do, but with a little more blood on his hands. Who sweet-talks his way into your business deals, only to slit throats the moment backs are turned. Who swears he’s your greatest rival but can’t seem to stay away from you, lurking at your meetings like a stray cat waiting to be fed. Who plays the game like it’s a damn sport, like he’s waiting for you to finally make a mistake so he can pounce.

♡ Y a n d e r e ! C o n A r t i s t who kisses you with the same mouth he uses to threaten your enemies, whose hands slide up your waist like he’s sizing you up for a coffin. Who watches you outmaneuver him with that blank expression of yours and just laughs, low and dangerous, because he loves nothing more than a challenge. Who tells you that you’re the only woman worth destroying the world for—or at least, the only one worth conning it alongside.

♡ Y a n d e r e ! T a r g e t who’s supposed to be just another sucker, just another name on your list of marks. Who plays the role of a nervous, trembling little rich boy with wide innocent eyes and a stammer so convincing you almost believe it. Who hands over his millions with an apologetic smile, who thanks you for robbing him like he's grateful for the opportunity. Who you find out, too late, is just as much of a fraud as you are.

♡ Y a n d e r e ! T a r g e t who lets you think you’ve won, only to tighten his grip around your throat when you least expect it. Who watches your expressionless face with something close to worship, whose fingers twitch every time you turn your back. Who, when you finally put the pieces together, only tilts his head and says, "I was really hoping you’d figure it out faster." Who looks at you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters—and that’s exactly why he can’t let you go.

♡ Y a n d e r e ! H a c k e r who never leaves his damn computer, who’s got his feet up on the desk and a lollipop in his mouth while he casually rewrites someone’s entire identity. Who’s your failsafe, your shadow, the reason you never have to worry about things like "evidence" or "trails." Who deletes entire people from existence like it's just another Tuesday afternoon.

♡ Y a n d e r e ! H a c k e r who’s the only one who gets away with teasing you, who calls you "boss lady" in that lazy drawl while wiping millions from an offshore account. Who plays dumb but always knows exactly what you’re thinking, whose fingers type faster than your thoughts move. Who calls you at 3 AM just to say, "Hey, I took out the power grid of an entire country. Thought you’d find that funny." Who doesn’t mind staying in the shadows—as long as he’s still the one watching your back.

Four men, all completely different, all circling you like wolves around the only meal in sight. And you? You don’t have time for this bullshit. You’ve got money to make, deals to close, and an empire to run. But somehow, no matter where you turn, there’s always one of them waiting for you, smiling that smile that says they know exactly what you’re thinking. You should have known better than to mix business with pleasure. Because in this game? They’re all playing for keeps.

General TAG LIST of “ Whispers In The Dark ” : @keisocool , @elvabeth , @elloredef , @mjsjshhd , @lem-hhn , @yuki-istired , @starryperson , @yandreams-storageblog , @tiffyisme3760 , @songbirdgardensworld , @yune1337 , @mocalocha , @astreaaaaaa6 , @poopooindamouf , @esther-kpopstan , @iris-arcadia , @hopingtocleaemedschool , @doncellaescarlata , @futuristicxie , @neuvilletteswife4ever

❤︎ Fang Dokja's Books.

♡ For Reader-Inserts. I only write Male Yandere x Female (Fem.) Reader (heterosexual couple). No LGBTQ+:

♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

♡ Book 4 [you are here] . Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

♡ Book 6. The Red Ledger (TRL): Stained in Lust, Written in Blood.

♡ Book 7. Corpus Delicti (CD): Donum Mortis.

♡ Book 8. Malum Consilium (MC): Primordial Hunger.

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capricia (Guest) on Chapter 1 Sat 08 Feb 2025 07:19PM UTC

I am a big fan of Marvel and stuff and I really enjoy this story the way you write and explain the stuff it's truly amazing are these your OCs or characters curious to know : D

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2. 1. capricia (Guest) on Chapter 1 Mon 10 Feb 2025 03:15PM UTC
    
    Your welcome and that soo cool do you have a digital portraits of your Oc would love to see : D
    
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    2. 1. capricia (Guest) on Chapter 1 Mon 10 Feb 2025 03:24PM UTC
        
        Ahaan yeah I can understand that you are such a gem when it's come to writing : D and no problem I would love to draw a super dope OCs of your in my style I will also share some awesome ideas with you as well that you will love it within a best rate!
        
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VillainousVixen1999 on Chapter 1 Sat 15 Feb 2025 12:10PM UTC

This is fantastic!!
Read the entire thing in one go.. your writing style is addicting <3

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Haihailover on Chapter 9 Tue 11 Feb 2025 02:01AM UTC

Hater: me atrapaste, es cine

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midnyt on Chapter 11 Mon 10 Feb 2025 03:37AM UTC

this series is so good <3 thank you for your hard work!

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Cancer burnt (Guest) on Chapter 13 Thu 13 Mar 2025 09:03AM UTC

T-killer cells: what did you say? Cancer? Okay, to the shadow realm you go!
Doctors: how cute, it thinks it can survived! It’s still not enough to spread out. Hope you enjoy our medications cancer :>

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CrushedBerries on Chapter 17 Thu 29 May 2025 12:17PM UTC

I really should have commented sooner, cause i cant explain how much I love all your x reader stories
You are such a beacon of light in the x reader tag, and I LOVE THE STORIES, so so good, so good. So really really good. So very good x10
U are a godsend (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)

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