Sis Writes Yanderes

"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

GUESS WHO’S BACK? I heard there was Deltarune today.

You're legitimately one of my favorite fanfic authors and I go out of my way to often read and reread your stuff! ❤️

Ooh, it starts when Ghost Child is wandering the Daycare for some reason or another. On your way somewhere else.

As you're passing through, Moon is getting all the kids to lay down for naptime. "Five little ones with their heads up...Three little ones with their heads up," the animatronic is counting, as the kids gradually lay down. "One little one still out of bed."

You don't realize, at first, that they mean you. You just notice, as a background thought, that it looks to you like all of the kids are asleep. You can't see who Moon is talking about.

Then the animatronic sails across the room, landing directly in front of you and herding you back toward the other children. "Sleep for the little ones. All in their beds. All rest their heads."

You died a long time ago. You're not exactly a child or exactly an adult. You were killed after the days of shoving children into animatronic suits but before the days of Sun and Moon. You still look like the child you were back then, on the rare occasion you catch a glimpse of your own hands or feet.

And that Moon thing is looking right at you. When it ushers you back toward the sleeping area, you feel its hands.

That first encounter, you let it put you under a blanket out of sheer shock and confusion. It pets your head and contentedly says, "Nighty night," before gliding away, and you're able to sneak off, once it leaves.

Back to the mission of stopping the yellow rabbit. Stopping the white rabbit.

The next time you have to pass through the daycare, you make sure to avoid naptime. If the Daycare Attendant can see you and intends to treat you as one of its charges, then you'll have to only cross during the times when children roam the room freely. As long as Sun is distracted (and Sun always has someone to entertain), it shouldn't stop you from leaving.

"There's my special friend!" Suddenly, Sun is picking you up, pulling you into a hug that isn't curtailed by the limitations of flesh the way it would be if you were alive; you can feel the gears inside the machine touching your very being. "Did you get lost? Here, hold my hand."

The other kids in the Daycare don't seem to notice the animatronic's interactions with a ghost child. Too wrapped up in their own play.

Why the Sun and Moon are able to see you, let alone grab and hold you, is a question you'll probably never get answered, but they certainly seem intent on keeping you close.

You can usually placate them by coloring, listening to a story, whatever else they try to put in front of you. Eventually, they'll glance away and you'll have to break into an actual sprint to get out of the Daycare before they catch you.

After closing time, you often hear Moon scuttling after you. Fortunately, it can't seem to find you when you go inside the walls.

The problem is a manageable one, until one evening when Moon catches you and, instead of making you pretend to take a nap, pulls your ghostly form into itself.

You feel your essence tangle with the physical, laying down roots despite your attempts to wriggle free. Even when one of your hands manages to emerge from Moon's torso, it only hugs itself to force you back in.

"Naptime," Moon says, trailing a finger across its chest that you feel as if it were a caress on your head. "To sleep, to sleep."

And you feel the Daycare Attendant's will sending you, genuinely, to sleep. Your first time sleeping since you died.

It's terrifying. When you wake up in Sun's body, a helpless passenger as Sun entertains the day's guests, you start to worry that you'll never be able to escape this machine.

But it turns out, the Daycare Attendant can somehow tense and relax its hold on you. When Sun wants to let you out, it can. And when it wants to pull you in, you can't escape. You can't decide whether or not to bind to it any more than a stain can decide whether or not to sink into a carpet. It's in a ghost's nature to bind to a body.

Oh boy, first of all thank you! (I want to be more active on this blog, but I also want to take time to make my answers to my asks reasonably long and interesting, and I just end up kind of gridlocked by my own standards.)

Second of all, I am excited for Season 3! (I'm a little concerned about how much focus the characters and ships I like are going to get, but mostly I'm excited.)

It's fun to imagine which member of this yandere polycule has custody of their little darling, and I tend to imagine it's either Louis or Armand. But just to keep the others in the mix, I also imagine darling hears Lestat's songs on the radio or in the store and becomes curious about him, and also maybe when Louis and/or Armand is busy, Daniel is saddled with babysitting duty. They're always reluctant to have someone else watch darling, though, because everyone in their social circle is very possessive/protective and it'll be a hassle to get darling back from them after.

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Okay, so the options are for Sokka to be kidnapped during Crossroads of Destiny or Day of Black Sun.

I'm going Day of Black Sun, because it's more fun in a lot of ways.

It means Sokka has trained and mastered the blade.

It means we keep not only the extended period of time where Zuko is feeling disillusioned and complicit and talking about how disillusioned and complicit he feels, but also Zuko deciding to defect. This is a Zuko who was fully going to betray his father and teach the Avatar firebending, and then before he could tell his father this, he saw Sokka get overtaken by soldiers and instead went, "Actually, I can't pass up this opportunity. I'm the prince, and that prisoner is mine."

It means Sokka actually knows a good amount of information about the Fire Nation firsthand. He's not just going into it with anecdotes and preconceived ideas; he's had The Headband, The Runaway, The Painted Lady, etc. All kinds of firsthand adventures with Fire Nation citizens on Fire Nation soil. Not just the colonials in Earth Kingdom territory.

Sokka wakes up, not in a prison cell, but just...in a room. In a bed.

The room is unfamiliar, but it's immediately obvious that he isn't on a ship, which right away is a bad sign. And the decor...So much red...

An immediate sense of urgency has him sitting bolt upright. The motion makes him aware that one of his legs is bandaged and aching and so is one of his arms. The arm is unable to support his weight. Can the leg?

He was injured in the battle– the invasion. The invasion that the Fire Nation were ready for. To try to give Aang and Toph a way to sneak past, he'd created a pretty big one-man distraction. He was surrounded by Fire Nation soldiers, before he passed out. If they'd had their bending, he'd probably be dead.

And now he's in a bed, somewhere in Fire Nation territory.

"If I were a prisoner, I'd be in a cell. If I were a prisoner, I'd be in a cell," he whispers to himself, while his head jerks around, accounting for everything not-right about this picture.

He remembers the panic in Aang's face, when he awoke on a Fire Nation ship after passing out in Ba Sing Se. And the confusion and relief, when he realized he was among friends and allies.

Is that the situation he's in? Did the invasion succeed, and his friends and sister are in some other room, lightly bruised and chatting about next steps for the liberated world? Or maybe they retreated, and they managed to grab him and hide away in some Fire Nation building, and now they're grimly discussing how to bounce back?

Did they lose?

How much did they lose? Where is Katara? Aang, Toph?

One detail keeps crossing his mind: his space sword. It isn't here. If he were among friends, they would have left his sword nearby. It would be in his line of sight. His sword propped against the wall, or against the bed, or...

No sword is a really bad sign.

He's not in a cell, but he has a bad feeling about this.

He tries to get out of bed. Immediately, he knows that the injured leg is going to be a problem. Even his hope of letting it drag while the other leg does all the work is quickly proven impractical. Just trying to get his bad leg out of bed is teeth-gritting work, and he's feeling lightheaded. Blood loss. Hadn't factored in blood loss. He's going to collapse, and he needs to do it in whatever way will do the least damage to his leg.

"Hello again, The Universe," he murmurs wryly, while trying to clamber back into bed. "I see you're having some fun today."

He's supine again, and he takes a few deep breaths, until the snow clears from his eyes.

No shirt, he registers. There are bruises and scrapes and cuts on his body that wouldn't be there if Katara had been given access to him, so either something happened to her or they've been separated.

The far door opens, and Sokka's heart sinks as Prince Zuko enters the room, in full Fire Nation royal garb. "Looks like you tried to get up," he observes. "I figured you would."

Rage tears through Sokka, at the smugness of this guy. If it weren't for his leg– stupid leg! –he would have been upright when the jerk entered, and he could have launched a surprise attack, put up a fight. As it stands, he doesn't even have anything heavy to throw at him. "Where's Katara?" he demands.

"The others got away. At least, your group did. A lot of the older ones were captured, but your sister, the Avatar, and all the young ones flew away. And my uncle escaped his prison, so maybe he'll do what I...meant to."

Katara escaped. The news affords him some amount of calm, assuming Zuko is telling the truth. He might not be, but he isn't sure yet how it would benefit him to lie. If anything, saying that he has her as his prisoner could convince Sokka to give up secrets to protect her.

The older ones...

Zuko most likely doesn't know that Hakoda is his dad, and it's in their best interest that he doesn't find out. So he can't ask after his dad's health; he can only trust that Katara was able to heal him just like she healed Aang.

A snide remark like, Is this what passes for a prison around here? almost crosses his lips, but he's seen Fire Nation prisons, and the fact that this isn't one makes him too wary to waste time cutting the tension. "Why am I here?"

Zuko drifts closer, as tentative as a baby puffin-seal, but he lays a hand on the bedpost in too owning a way for Sokka's comfort. He's generous enough to answer the unspoken Where am I? before getting to the why: "You're in the Royal Palace. This room is for honored political prisoners."

"Honored prisoners." He let his tone have a field day with that oxymoron.

"Historically, the Fire Nation values showing respect to the enemy who proves worthy of respect. Lately, we...haven't had much use for this room. Which is why my father allowed me to have you placed here. Well, it helps that Azula backed me up."

"Azula did what?!"

"I know. But she spoke highly of your prowess. For a non-bender with no formal training."

The attempts at flattery were...weird, but Sokka could imagine the practical benefits to keeping him imprisoned somewhere close to the prince, princess, and Fire Lord. If his friends tried to save him, they would be walking into the jaws of the beast.

But wouldn't that also be true if they kept him in a normal cell?

"Does that hurt?" Zuko adds.

Sokka can't be bothered to follow his gaze and figure out what specific injury he's asking about. "Nope. All sunshine and roses over here. Where's my sword?"

"I have it in my room. It's an elegant blade."

"I know. I forged it."

"You must be very proud."

Still with the flattery. What's going on here? "I am," he answers flatly.

"Does it...have a name?" (So clearly, Zuko is trying to deliberately keep the conversation going.)

"Yeah. Its name is 'Let Me Out of this Palace, You Ponytailed Freak'. But I just call it 'Let Me Out', for short."

The prince's air of politeness makes way for exasperation. "Do you know what would happen to you, if I didn't ask my father to let me keep you here? If you were treated as any old war prisoner..."

"Oh, sorry, am I supposed to thank you? You guys were the ones who made me a prisoner in the first place, but thanks so much for the nice bed."

"We're not all...!" Zuko lets out a breath of hot air, then restarts, "The ones who hurt you just saw you as an enemy of the Fire Nation. But I see more than that."

"Then get your eyes checked," Sokka mocks, "because that's all I am."

"Forget it. I'll come back when you've had time to think about how lucky you are." He storms out.

Thus begins a pattern of Zuko visiting Sokka and storming out. Sometimes they're able to make it longer in the conversation before Sokka's ragebaiting ways start to rear their head (and Zuko's temper is no match for them). After all, Sokka's only source of information about what's going on in the war is Zuko and the little he's able to overhear from servants and guards outside his door. Resentments are one thing, but Sokka is resourceful and will not let his pride keep him from doing what he can.

When Sokka is well-mannered, Zuko brings him little gifts, but they're often unnerving reminders of what the Fire Nation is doing out there. Like, a little trinket from Ba Sing Se ("You mentioned that you liked the smell of the trees, there, so I had a sprig brought back on one of our war balloons.") or even one of Sokka's own old possessions from the (unprotected) Southern Water Tribe.

"Where'd you get this?" Sokka asks, horrified as he holds an old flounder-shark tooth hair clip that he used to wear constantly.

"You mentioned it, so I had someone go fetch it for you."

"You sent soldiers to my home?!"

Zuko frowns slightly. "They didn't harm anyone. It's just children and the elderly, there; no one got in the way, and the soldiers didn't stay long."

Sokka doesn't say anything; just sort of marinates in what could have happened if the little boys he tried to train had gotten it in their heads to fight back against their invaders.

"Why don't you put it in your hair?" Zuko suggests, blushing slightly.

...

(Of course! I'll do my best, off the top of my head.)

(See masterlist for previous Yandere Cullens forced agere installments)

When they told you it was time for the family to move, you were expecting a Uhaul truck.

You were expecting to watch them lift sofas and dressers over their heads with comical ease and pack their unnecessarily diverse sets of dishes and flatware into boxes labeled 'Kitchen' in marker.

But in fact, there were no boxes, no trucks. The family's luxurious furniture and cutting-edge entertainment systems remained right where they were, untouched.

Even the cars in the garage stayed put.

As far as you heard, they only ever considered bringing one car with them, and only for the sake of maximizing your comfort.

"Humans have to sleep," Carlisle reminded his children. "Preferably on a soft surface like a car seat, and not in our arms while we traverse three states on foot."

"Wrapped in a blanket, our arms would be perfectly cozy," Alice put in. "And our footsteps create a natural rocking motion. And the view will be nicer; the stars-"

"What about weather?"

"It won't rain! That was the first thing I checked."

"What about insects?"

"Bug spray. Easy."

Rosalie, who actually preferred the thought of carrying you to driving you, still saw fit to question, "You don't think it'll draw a bit of extra attention if someone sees us walking through the woods bridal-carrying a full-size human in a blanket?"

(Full-size, you noted. Neat way of avoiding saying "adult".)

"Everything you're asking, I've already checked," Alice said in a singsong voice. "Because I already saw you ask it. It'll be fine. It'll be nice!"

So they carried you all the way to your new home on foot. Bizarrely, their running didn't nauseate or disorient you at all. They took breaks at strategic times, to let you stretch your legs or eat something. Alice had been right about how pretty the stars and landscapes were.

In addition to their inability to physically tire of holding you, they seemed never to get tired of it emotionally, either. Each time one of them asked to take a turn, there was palpable reluctance in the person handing you over.

"Careful," Carlisle said. "Don't let the blanket touch the ground."

"I know, I know," Emmett said, eagerly scooping you up.

Edward, who often ran ahead of everyone, just as often circled back to see you. It seemed he didn't like limiting himself to the others' pace and he didn't like leaving you behind.

"For once, I don't think he'll be waiting for us at the house when we get there," Esme teased.

And speaking of the house:

It had its own set of luxurious furniture, cutting-edge entertainment systems, and expensive cars.

And if you expected your newness as a family member to mean there wouldn't be a room for you there, you were wrong.

There was a nursery with a big soft bed and a playroom with toys and games. The bathroom that would be yours was already stocked with soaps and shampoos and fluffy towels, and your picture was on the wall as often as theirs.

It wasn't an exact match of the last house. There were plenty of things you'd have to get used to. Different color schemes, a different kind of rocking chair, fewer windows in the kitchen, a whole skylight in the living room. The stuffed animals here were mostly new faces– though your bear had made the trip in Esme's arms. The movie room had plush recliners, instead of leather. Even the bottle from which they fed you milk was themed after a different cartoon character.

You wondered when they'd set all of this up for you, but the pacifier was already in your mouth for the night by the time you thought to ask.

What are your thoughts on yandere Bella's willingness to kill? I think jealousy would be a potent motivator for her since she isn't quite used to those strong vampire emotions yet.

I worry if that conflicts with her canon personality, but I personally don't buy into the 'Bella is a perfect vampire' thing (mostly because it's boring) and honestly, I think it'd be fun to flip that on its head. Like, Bella's such a good vampire that she has no problem ignoring her empathy impulse when it comes to the object of her affection.

That brings to mind the Forever Dawn leaks, where Bella has an epilogue scene and she beats up 5 random human dudes in an alley. Afterward, she's super pleased with herself, and Edward is just fine with it.

I dunno, I really like the idea of unhinged Bella plotting on an unsuspecting third party, but I thought I'd get a second opinion from an expert :)

I didn't read the Forever Dawn leaks, but I do love thinking about Yandere Bella.

I think as soon as she became a vampire, Bella recast herself in the story she was telling herself. Before becoming a vampire, her role in the story was to be selfless and monogamous and in love. This sometimes manifested in empty gestures she had no intention of backing up; for example, she simultaneously wanted to seem like the kind of person who would gladly sacrifice herself for everyone's safety and wanted to have Edward safe with her during the Victoria fight, the dissonance of which upset her, but not so much that she didn't still insist on having Edward safe with her. Stuff like that. She had a role she wanted to fill and desires that challenged that role. She doesn't get to actually be the selfless love martyr if she's scared of making sacrifices.

Once she's a vampire, I think the role she assigns herself is more active. She doesn't have to be the virtuous ingenue love martyr; she gets to be the gallant, chivalrous one who chases the object of affection.

(Kind of bringing to mind how Stephenie Meyer responded to comments about sexism in the series by saying that it's more a matter of species than gender. In which "vampire" is the stereotypically masculine category and "human" is the stereotypically feminine category. Bella doesn't "have to" confine herself to submissive roles, now that she's a vampire.)

All of which to say, yeah, she'll kill. If she finds it to be chivalrous, heroic murder.

Her reaction to Edward saying he used to kill people was basically, "Yeah, it was bad people, so it's fine." She has no problem with it.

She'll only start to feel bad about it if she can't justify her own violence as chivalrous or noble. If it seems self-serving, that's when she'll be berating herself for it.

(Killing someone who's mean to her beloved is noble; killing someone who is in love with her beloved is selfish. She's supposed to outperform them, not kill them.)

And she values being a vampire who doesn't eat people, so if she does drink someone, she'll be upset about that, too. She never wants to kill in an out-of-control way. She's supposed to be the miraculously special vampire who has no trouble with blood.