Sis Writes Yanderes

i wish you'd give us anything with the loumand/ loustat's little ..it's not a specific request, just anything that comes on your mind would help me a great deal 😩 💔

Awww, poor thing! (I still haven't finished watching TVL. I watched the first few episodes and just kinda felt at peace with not continuing. Which doesn't speak to the show's quality; that's just where I was at.)

But for the agere:

I'm thinking about Loumand little having a split-custody arrangement where sometimes they live with Armand and sometimes they live with Louis and Lemuel.

In the scene where Louis and Lestat are arguing about the damage to the building, Loumand Little is sitting in the back with noise-cancelling headphones on, drawing on a tablet. (Paper tablet. No screen time.) Occasionally, darling tries to move the headphones so they can hear, and Lemuel either turns around to give them a knowing look until they put it back, or he just says, "Put it back," without turning around.

(Side note, I got a weird sense of deja vu while writing that part, like I might have used that concept before, but I couldn't find anyplace where I did, so let me know if you remember me writing something like that before.)

Lemuel is a kind of emotionally detached, but attentive, stepdad, while Louis remains the affectionate parent he's always been. Still loves cuddling. Post-season 2, he's letting color back into his life. He and darling have onesie nights where Louis dresses as Bluey. (Maybe custom-made, so it says either "Blouis" or "Luey" on the back.) They get mani pedis together. They go to Disney World as soon as the sun sets and leave just before it rises. He is going out of his way to be Fun Dad.

Armand mind-calls every day, when darling is with Louis.

When darling is with Armand, they're more allowed to see and hear things that Louis would feel compelled to censor. Armand won't made darling wear noise-cancelling headphones; he'll just very gently and condescendingly explain why Papa was arguing with that mean blond man. Armand is still the has-read-parenting-books dad. Fair amount of therapy speak, from him.

Having been slotted into the Unfun Dad role by default, Armand's main leg-up on Louis (besides his ability to do mind stuff) is that he lets darling have screen time and he lets darling eat humans to completion, instead of just in occasional, consensual sips donated by his employees.

"Daddy Lou has you on that diet of his," Armand remarks, rolling his eyes without really rolling them, "and then he drags you around the paved swamplands of Florida from dusk to dawn and sends you to me exhausted."

He's exaggerating, but that's his angle.

(Thank you!)

When Eragon first gets sick, Murtagh watches how the elves behave. Watches the herbs they crush, the flowers they pluck and milk for nectar. Watches every time they touch his brother's skin, and especially listens close to every word they murmur over him.

It seems that they are trying to help him; the paste they smear across his chest does make the cough sound less horrible, and his body doesn't burn so hot once they've poured their odd elixirs into his mouth. Everything they do, a symptom eases.

But the illness itself seems no closer to passing.

"Have you no cure for this?" he asks– in the Ancient Language, so as to hear the truth.

"It is endearing how you guard after your brother," one of the elves replies.

He does not get an answer about a cure.

And the next morning, he awakes with just as heavy a fever and just as bad a cough as he's seen Eragon suffer. There are other symptoms: his limbs feel heavy, and he's very sensitive to touch. Distantly, he wonders whether Eragon lacks these symptoms or if he just couldn't refer to them, either because he is so ill or because he has been so babied that it no longer occurs to him to speak up for himself.

The fever becomes the thing that upsets Murtagh the most. He can withstand the pain of the cough, but the heat is oppressive. It makes him tired and keeps him from rest. His pride dissolves before it. When the elves come with their cool cloths and their cooling words, he grasps at them desperately– with what little movement he can manage.

"Ebrithil," he finds himself almost whining, as Oromis takes his time giving Eragon a drink of water.

The elf shushes him tenderly. Murtagh feels his mind grazing over the walls that Murtagh still holds firm around his. (The one defense he fastidiously maintains.) "Do not begrudge your brother his time, little one. He needs it just as badly as you do."

Murtagh hears Thorn let out an agitated breath, and he hears the heavy slide of scale against stone which he's learned to mean that Glaedr has wrapped his tail around the smaller dragons.

When Oromis comes with the water, Murtagh can't stop himself from whimpering at the first taste, the cool sensation that momentarily chases away the awful fever. The elf's hand caresses Murtagh's face, and Murtagh does not care because the hand feels cool to the touch.

"Ebrithil," he says again. "Please. Heal this. I can't stand it."

(Okay, from your phrasing I'm assuming you mean their darling already has agere proclivities before they get involved, so here we go. Also, the gender coding around the reader character is not entirely neutral, so do let me know in a follow-up ask if you want me to approach it differently in the future.)

...

It happened after the confrontation with the Cullens over their hybrid.

The kings weren't looking for a little; they were looking for humans who could help them to grow hybrids of their own. That was why they had taken to evaluating the prey that Heidi brought in a bit longer, before eating them. Some of the lucky ones got to be the mothers of half-vampire children. Those who consented, of course.

(They were not actually lucky at all, but that's not what this story is about.)

You were taking a tour of Volterra with your boyfriend. Dressed comfortably, in loose-fitting walking clothes with your hair in two ponytails, tied off with ribbons– enough to feel like yourself, without being so "little" that it registered as odd to strangers.

When the tour guide led your group into an incredible throne room, you were surprised to see three men in fancy period costume waiting there, to receive you all. There had been no notice that a reenactment or presentation or anything more than a tour was going to happen.

One of the men was introducing himself as Aro, in a grand voice, like a fairy tale king or wizard, and he was shaking the hands of different tour members. He was talking, while he shook each hand. Giving a bunch of flowery titles for himself, in different languages. It was hard to tell if the handshakes were supposed to give him more time to say all the titles or if the titles were supposed to give him more time to shake all the hands, but it definitely felt like he was vamping.

You preemptively shifted to stand behind your boyfriend, so the performer wouldn't be able reach you. You always felt kind of iffy about touching strangers. It wasn't a full-on phobia, but you avoided it where possible.

But when Aro reached your boyfriend and shook his hand, he paused instead of moving on through the room. Something seemed to make him curious; the handshake went on for a full two beats longer than any of the others, and he'd stopped making up new lines for his self-intro.

Then suddenly, your boyfriend was being effortlessly manhandled aside, and the performer's eyes were on you. (They were bright red. Why were they bright red?) And his hand took yours. Such a cold hand.

You grimaced, but in the crowded room, in the midst of some sort of dramatic monologue, you couldn't make too much of a fuss.

He glanced back at the other two men on their thrones. You couldn't see or hear them speaking to each other, but when later you would reflect on that day, you supposed that some sort of exchange must have taken place.

"Heidi," the man called your tour guide over, then gestured with his head toward a door in the back of the room.

Heidi drew you after her. You didn't understand where you were going, or why, but it seemed natural to follow Heidi without asking questions.

The door behind the thrones led to a stone hallway. A long and dark hallway. You had been trailing along with Heidi for at least a full minute before the screams started up in the throne room, and yet the echoes of them reached you clear as day. You wheeled around, stunned by the ferocity of the noise– the sheer number of screams, the fear in each one.

"Follow me," Heidi urged. "We can discuss that later."

The room she led you to was like a very fancy hotel room. She left you there without a word of context and even locked the door. All the questions you hadn't seemed able to ask while walking with Heidi suddenly rose to the front of your mind, and now you were alone, with no one to interrogate.

But you did not have to stay there long.

Later, you would learn that that room and the next several rooms beside it were identically set up to support the people who consented to birth hybrid vampires for the Volturi. But you weren't to be one of those.

Shortly, Heidi returned for you and brought you back to the throne room.

There was a metallic smell on the air that made you uneasy, and your entire tour group seemed to have left. Even your boyfriend.

"Where'd...everybody go?" you asked, unease tightening your throat.

"Oh, my dear," Aro giggled. If he'd seemed touchy before, now he really couldn't keep his hands to himself; right away, his palms were framing your face in an uncomfortably affectionate way, for a complete stranger. "Don't worry yourself about that. We'll have Chelsea by to give you a trim in a moment. My my, what a fascinating treat you are."

"I need to go," you said breathlessly, blinking back tears of frustration. "I have to leave, right now."

"Let it run," one of the other fancy men said. "Better if it gets all that out of its system now."

"No, no, there's no need, I don't think," Aro crooned. "We don't like to antagonize others, do we, ὦ γλυκύτατον?" His hands finally dropped from your face. He pressed one to his chest and said, "I am Aro. This is Caius and Marcus. You will be staying with us from now on, καλλίστη."

"I can't...I don't..." Your voice failed you, as you looked around at all the crimson eyes which were fixed on you. "I need to go home. Where is everybody?"

"It is a lovely one," remarked the man who hadn't spoken yet– the one called Marcus. "But a shame to sever a bond so innocent and pure."

"All the better, brother, to have it for ourselves," Aro said.

"What happened to the others?" you whispered.

"Uh-ohhh, someone looks grumpy."

You glared at Uncle Emmett, for the comment. You were quite sure you looked adult-angry, not child-grumpy, but you'd never get any of them to admit that. You were sitting on the kitchen countertop, where Jasper had placed you while he helped Esme cook breakfast, which meant for once you were taller than most everyone, but that certainly didn't change the indulgent gleam in their eyes when they looked at you.

"What's wrong?" Emmett probed, grinning half-apologetically at your affronted look. The dimples in his cheeks made it hard to take any of his transgressions seriously. "Huh? Are Mom and Uncle Jasper out of line? We gotta set 'em right?"

You managed not to crack a smile. "They're not letting me go to [insert relevant social event], even though I've been planning on going for two years!"

"Can't have you getting germs," Jasper said, unabashed in not bothering to even try to sell that excuse.

Rosalie sidled into the room, saying, "Someone's getting the outies again, I take it."

"All morning," Esme sighed.

You huffed more childishly than you meant to. Because "getting the outies" was your least favorite of their weird baby-talk phrases.

"Poor thing really had their heart set on going to that party," Esme continued. "I said that we could have just as much fun here at the house, but I think we're still feeling a little put out."

"Maybe, if we behave ourselves, we can think about ways to make the day even more special," Rosalie suggested, very lightly pinching the skin at the apple of your cheek. Teasing.

"We haven't had any bad behavior," Esme assured her. "We just have quite the pouty face."

"I'll say," Emmett chuckled. "I think our kid could breathe fire, if they wanted to. You guys better watch out."

"What, you think we can't throw a party better than those boring old humans?" Rosalie asked you.

"You're older," you pointed out.

Which made no dent in her air of teasing. "That's right. I lived through the Great Depression, and I did it without a sour face. So cheer up for us, doll. Or we can go put your blurries back on, until you're sick of glaring."

You fixed your face.

Sure! (I find it a little difficult with her, because I usually view her as the darling instead of the yandere, but I'll do my best.)

I see Yandere Uma as a very dignified yandere, because she's been betrayed in the past (Mal used to be her friend.) and has difficulty trusting new people with her sentimental side.

She's a yandere who will make sure you have food by sending someone to give you food, make sure you're safe by assigning someone to watch you.

She'll probably house you someplace she's in control of, like the ship. (I'd say "or Ursula's," but no way she wants Ursula around you.)

In general, Uma liked physical touch. Her crew is all over each other; she shares very casual, rather possessive (on all sides) physical contact with her first and second mate (Harry and Gil) all the time. But she's more deliberate about touching you. It doesn't happen as often, and when it does, it's clear it's meant to mean something subtextually. Like, maybe she's talking to Harry and Gil about some gang who's trying to cross onto her turf, and she's saying, "They don't get to breathe on anything that's mine," and her arm brushes yours for a moment. Clearly on purpose.

It would take a very metal darling to start any kind of conflict with Uma. She inspires respect in people and makes them feel safe. The Isle is dangerous, and if Uma says, "You're mine now. This means I'm keeping you fed and housed. Other than that, I for the most part will not touch or talk to you," it would be pretty wild to say no.

Even if she's having pirates walk you everywhere. Even if you have to ask her first if you want to go somewhere. She'll probably say yes, but she'll also tell Harry to walk with you. (Which is actually good, because Harry recognizes this sign of trust for what it is. The amount of attention Uma gives Harry has a pretty direct impact on whether he resents you. He'll always treat you with the respect of something that belongs to Uma, but he can still emanate dislike pretty thickly, if he wants to.)

If you have a romantic relationship with someone else, Uma will tolerate it up to a point. You're allowed to fancy someone, as long as you have to ask her permission to see them. As long as you don't ask too many times. As long as they know that you're hers before anything else.

Basically, if it's just "I haven't seen this person in a while. Can I go?" and then when you come back you say, "We ended up kissing. Is that okay?" Then she won't mind.

If it's "You haven't let me see them in a whole two days! And what business is it of yours if I want to kiss them again?" that's when she'll start to feel that you don't understand your place.

And maybe you say, "What are you going to do? Lock me in the brig?"

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Deltarune (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kris & Kris' Red Soul (Deltarune), Kris/Kris' Red Soul (Deltarune), Discarded Vessel & Kris' Red Soul (Deltarune), Discarded Vessel/Kris' Red Soul (Deltarune), Deltarune Player & Discarded Vessel, Discarded Vessel & Kris (Deltarune), Deltarune Player & Kris, Kris' Red Soul & Ralsei, Deltarune Player & Ralsei Possessive Behavior, The soul is the player, Yandere, Nonbinary Kris (Deltarune), Nonbinary Vessel (Deltarune), Kris is Not the Knight (Deltarune), Gender-Neutral Kris (Deltarune), Verbal Kris (Deltarune), Agender Kris (Deltarune), No Character Bashing, Yandere Ralsei, Asriel Dreemurr and Ralsei (Deltarune) are Different People

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