#char x reader

Info and Genre: unknown (?) || Mydeimos x GN!reader || some spoilers for 3.3 || mentions of violence, not severe though || user is in the nether realm, near the river where Charon takes one. Decided to have Mydeimos as Mydei for this

This was far too familiar for Mydei, he'd hear it every time he arrived at the nether realm, near the river where Charon, the ferry man, arrived. He'd listen to it before clawing at death and leaving the realm, with the tune lingering in his mind like a broken record. Nothing of any sights in the nether realm stayed in his mind, yet this piece, it always found a place in his head, repeating over and over, played just for him. He related to it somehow, it spoke of something, or someone at best.

Pretty young boy with a death wish. Got your mother's eyes, and stardust on your lips. So tired of this life, cannot stand it

He didn't know who sang it, who played the harp to match the tune, he just listened and left, as if he were someone in an audience who watched a performance and left after it ended. He missed it, if one were to be honest, he wished to stay to listen more to it, but he had the black tide to fight, people to protect, wishes to fulfill, all in hopes to fill the empty space in his heart, to break out from the chains of loneliness and hollowness, even if it never worked. The music was an anchor of his own, even as he fought, it replayed in his head like a soothing balm to his soul.

The last thing he heard before his death was Phainon shouting, and a blade stabbing into his tenth thoracic vertebrae, his weakness, known to little amount of people, his vulnerability. He lost his vision, his body went cold, falling down as he bled out, his soul departing from the world of the living and heading back to the nether realm, a dark bridge waiting, surrounded by flowers as Thanatos's presence led him forward, even if the Titan themselves wasn't present. He'd walk, walk, and walk, reaching to the garden awaiting, a sea of flowers waiting for him, butterflies wandering around, with souls wandering around, their bodies faint, almost translucent. He'd look forward, listening to the laughters of those deceased people as they met who they love. Suddenly, all of that is drowned out as the music played, the harp's strings being plucked, a melodious voice ringing out. He stood, inner turmoil filling him. Should he follow the source of the sound? Should he stay and merely listen? He was confused, conflicted, his mind fighting his heart's choice. He stood, body taut, the melody embracing him like a warm blanket, lulling him into somethin akin to peace. His body started moving to its own accord, taking slow, deliberate steps, moving towards the river, wishing to find the source of the enticing melody. He'd soon reach to stand infront of a being, someone dressed in an elegant toga, looking like a celestial being rather than a mortal. You'd hold the harp as you sang out, too immersed in the lullaby you sang to notice him standing behind you, watching you with a bewildered expression on his face, though, it also had an undertone of softness, softness he showed no one. You'd sing those same lines, the strings of the harp being pulled to emit a melody matching the tempo of the lyrics that fell from your lips

"Sweet young boy with a deathwish, got your mother's eyes, and stardust on your lips. So tired of this life, cannot stand it. I just want to be with you, I just want to be with you.."

Mydei would stare as you hummed and sang, his eyes fixated on you. You were ethereal, even more than the song you played..you were a part of heaven itself. He always tried to run from this, from the unknown that he has now seen, realized. His heart became heavy, bitter-sweetly, the hollow space was filled, for once, and for all. It was as if he was the boy in the song. He wanted to die, but couldn't till now, he was tired of the life he lived, the curse he had, he wanted death, he wanted relief. He had his mother's eyes, as people described, Gorgo's eyes, the woman he never met in his life, he had her eyes, he had her features, he was a part of her, and he missed her, even if he hadn't stayed with her even for a minute. He hadn't realized he was falling asleep, his body slumping, falling heavily on the ground near you, his head near your sandalled feet, the harp glistening softly, the reflection from it casting a soft glow over him. He closed his eyes, yet this time, not in pain, but in peace, taking a breath of air, letting the melody hold him victim to the sleep he never had, laying down, all vulnerable, not as uptight as he was before. You'd look at his slumbering form, chuckling softly as you patted his head, placing your harp away

"you may rest now, Mydeimos, lest you never find peace. You did enough, I'm proud..and so is Gorgo"

Your melodic voice would echo in his ears, the words bring him even more peace, letting him rest. Charon soon arrived, bowing their head to her and picking him up. She waved at him and paid his fee to thr ferry man as he soon left, sleeping quietly on Charon's boat, being led to his new place, a domain full of wonders..and his fellow Chrysos heirs, the ones that have died, with the melody ringing out in his ears, working like an embrace to settle him, to anchor him

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When darling confronts him about his identify, I wonder if he’d be face with the vulnerability of being seen? The fear of losing his Darling’s affections? Or maybe he’s more stunted by the idea that they love him anyways.

Sorry if that’s too long or specific. You’re free to change the prompt with however it inspires you! Thank you for letting me be indulgent in your asks💕

Yandere char x (gender neutral) childhood friend!

Warnings: typical yandere obsessiveness, nothing besides that! Honestly, this is rather cute 

An: I absolutely loved writing this! Char is always a fun challenge to write for, and the childhood friend trope allowed me to write him a little softer than he’d normally be. Also, I went ahead and made him a bit of a yandere as a kid too, I thought it suited what we saw of him as a kid in origin.

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Even as a young child, Casval had had quite a crush on you. He didn't know what exactly made him so drawn to you, and as such a young child he would simply resort to keeping those feelings tucked away out of sight. It was embarrassing, how you made him feel. He hated the way he felt nervous in your presence and how your kindness made him fluster. It was unusual for him to be shaken, and he didn’t like it one bit. You make him act so unlike himself he can’t help but hate it.

Your parents had been friends of his parents, most likely his mother; who was sweet and kind to everyone around her. And of course, one day they brought you into his life- you; standing in the foyer in your coat to ward off the chilly air next to your family, who talked to his mother. You’d seen him on the staircase and had given a little smile and a wave. Casval wasn't the smiley type of boy, at best putting on a polite facade and at worst keeping his stone faced demeanor. But he offers you a little wave regardless. It’s Artesia who actually manages to help you and Casval connect. She’s younger than the two of you, but she would always make a point to be near the two of you- the children of Deikun weren’t often able to play freely with their peers, and both of them were in dire need of a friend- Artesia wore this openly, but Casval was much more closed off about the fact. 

It’s not easy for him to open up, even when he was young, but you found a way to break through his defenses. Maybe it was a quick wit, maybe it was ceaseless kindness, maybe it was unwavering determination to befriend him regardless of his cold demeanor. But no matter the cause, he finds himself warming up to you. He did his best to keep it hidden- tried to find more reasonable explanations for his warmth towards you. Excuses like ‘your family was close with his, it would be inconvenient for there to be bad blood between the two of you’ and ‘artesia considers you a dear friend, he would never push you away if it pushed you from artesia as well’. But his parents, and likely your parents, and even artesia knew the truth. That Casval had a little crush on you. 

Likely unknown to them, was the depth of Casval’s feelings for you. There was a part of him that was innocent with youth, that could be flustered just by your hand grazing his, and a part of him that couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your laughter, so bright and beautiful. But also, there was a part of him that hated anyone else you spoke to- that hated the idea of you having other friends. Part of him felt hot with anger when your parents would take you home in the evening- take you from him. It wasn't right, and it wasn't normal, but Casval was able to keep the majority of it hidden from view. He was just…protective of you. And you were oblivious to it. He wanted to keep it that way. It wouldn’t do for you to realize how you’d seeped your way into his mind and heart, and it wouldn't do for you to realize he had feelings for you. Not if it could possibly take you from him.

That’s why it’s so tragic when the death of his father tears him away from you. It’s a whirlwind of chaos happening all around him. His father is dead. They say the Zabi family is responsible. His mother is locked into a tower. He and his sister must flee to earth. Casval knows that amongst all this chaos you must be out there too- he hopes you’re alright, in a rare moment of optimism- and then scolds himself for thinking that. He can't afford to worry about you right now. You’ll be alright, your family will care for you. He turns his mind away from you as best he can. He likely wouldn't be seeing you, his dearest friend, ever again, and he has to be ok with that. 

In the years that follow, he thinks of you less and less- not as a natural result of passing time, but by conscious effort to keep his mind away from trivial thoughts like ‘what if’. You were gone from his life now, likely having forgotten all about him, likely convinced he had died, and maybe you’ve even found happiness of your own. He doesn't let himself think about it if he can help it. He hates the idea of you being happy with someone else. He hates the idea of you forgetting him. Sometimes, when he can’t help it, he wonders if you ever think of him.

That’s why it’s amazing, unbelievable even, when by chance in a room of hundreds, he sees a familiar face. Your face. It’s been years, and you’re older now- grown attractive with the passing years, with a voice that draws him in and a way about conversation that keeps his attention focused only on you. He can’t take his eyes off you, even behind that mask he worries someone will notice his staring, worries you’ll notice- but no one does, and you don’t either. How have you come back into his life after so many years? Could such a thing really be by chance? That his childhood friend- childhood sweetheart, if he was being honest- just happened to be in the same palace at the same time as him, despite the years and the distance that had separated you all this time? No, it’s not by chance at all, and Char won’t waste the opportunity to finally make you his.

He approaches you- he’s witty and charming and you seem glad for the good company, likely bored with the simple minded and uptight company that this gathering had drawn. Char is glad that you so happily accept his company. It was better if this goes according to plan, he’d hate to have to use other means to draw you towards him. It’s much much better if you just come to him all on your own, simply because you enjoy his company. Of course, his reputation likely helps; the red comet. He preens a bit when you call him that. Of course you’d be impressed with all he’d accomplished, but he’s much more interested in what you have been up to in the time he’d been absent from your life.

He pries as much as he can without coming off too strong, glad to hear that once the chaos of Deikun’s death had settled, your family had been alright and you had been able to live a safe life. He happily listens to you speak of your hobbies- a few of which you still enjoyed from childhood, and his heart seemed lighter at the prospect that the person he had grown so close to in his youth was still the same. In a lot of ways, you were. Time had made you mature, and had changed some things, but Char is thrilled to find that so much of what he loved about you remained the same. Love- surely that was a slip up in his mind; an exaggeration of his feelings caused by his excitement at the prospect of you in his life once more. Nothing more. 

You’re oblivious, of course, to who he truly is. Char feels confident of that by the way your nerves are alight with the newfound interest, the way you seem drawn in to him but cautious all the same. And that was for the best- Casval was dead and gone, and you remembering him would do neither of you any good. All that remains is Char Aznable.

He devotes a fair bit of time to spending with you- maybe more than was appropriate; if you factored in all of the time he spent thinking of you and plotting your next meeting, practising his honeyed words and his casual grace- making a point to set up another chance to see you, and quickly becoming close with you once more. You seemed almost eager to spend time with him, and he allows himself to indulge in the idea that you might be charmed, at least slightly, by him. Your friendship felt familiar to him, a comfort he’d thought he’d lost long ago. Everything he had known in his childhood- his parents, his home, his friends, even his younger sister- were gone to him now. But you have returned. Char seems to fit perfectly into your life, like he’d always been there, like your heart had always had a place just for him.

You talk about your childhood from time to time, rarely of the Deikun family, but occasionally you do. And when you speak of a boy named Casval, Char takes the chance to pry just a bit. He feigns ignorance on the subject, but you fill him in slightly from your perspective. To his surprise, you don't talk about Casval and Artesia through the lens of politics but through the lens of a fond memory. You talk about the afternoons you had spent in their company, the way you had been so happy. Char keeps his reactions carefully controlled, he can’t risk seeming overly interested, but equally avoids dismissing your story. He drinks in every word. Something you say about him- about Casval- stands out. The way you describe him; there’s a fondness in your voice, as well as a sadness, and the words you use seem soft with affection. Your voice seems suddenly present, though still warm, when you speak, “He was my first love.” you turn to Char then, like you expect some kind of reaction. 

Do you hope he’ll be jealous? You’ll have to try harder. He fights down the smile that threatens to cross his lips; your feelings are evident to him in that moment. For all the little flirtations between the two of you since rekindling your relationship, you’d been falling for him as he had for you- or more accurately- you’d been falling back in love with him. 

You carry on, turning back to him, with the softness of your words now shining in your eyes. You seem emboldened by your recollection of the past, as if you’ve come to a revelation. If he had the chance, he’d tease you about discussing your past love life so openly, and with the man you were nearly courting, no less. But it was charming, he would assure you, how you could love so deeply after so long. It’s one of the many things about you that he’s grown fond of.

Before he gets the chance, you speak once again, “you must know that, though.” your voice is light, almost giddy with a sort of joy, spoken quietly. It takes him by surprise. What? What could you possibly be on about now?  He watches the shape of your lips around the syllables that follow, unmistakably shaping the name he’d left behind. His real name. “Casval.”

A million different revelations reach him at once. You know who he is. You’ve always known who he is. You know who he is and you still told him of your crush. You’d confessed your love for him. You meant to confess your love for him. His name- his real name- sounds perfect on your lips. You know who he is and you love him, and you always had. 

Being seen for what he is- who he is- is strange. For a second, it brings forth a claustrophobic sense of dread. You remember him- when he was childish and small and fumbled uselessly with his words in your presence. You remember him when he was a spoiled child with an ill mannered tongue and a frigid gaze. You remember his family and what they stood for and what had happened to them. For such a split second, he feels as if you can see him in his entirety, aware of all of his plans and schemes and ambitions. But the easiness of your words assure him otherwise. You wouldn’t speak to him so easily if you knew all the creeping thoughts he swallows down.

He should be upset by this- if he can’t even hide his identity from one person, how can he possibly hope to fool the rest of the galaxy. If you’d known, why had you played along? If you’d known, why wait until now to tell him so? He realizes that something in his plan had gone horribly wrong, and it was you. Reaching out to you had compromised everything. He doesn't regret it though, not really. If you were going to reveal him to the nation of zeon, you would have by now. Instead, you breathe the words in a quiet tone, just between the two of you. A secret between just the two of you. He lets a smile play on his lips.

Char reaches forward, into the space between you to take your hand. It fits in his perfectly, like he knew it would. You don’t pull away. “You’ve figured me out, hm?” There's a lilt of humor to his voice, comfortable despite the sudden reveal. As if you hadn’t surprised him a bit. But he knows his words are only half true- he’d never fooled you to begin with. It’s disconcerting, that you can see right through his ruse, that you figured him out and now he knows he’ll never be rid of you- nor you of him. Because now he could never let you go. Char Aznable- once Casval Rem Deikun- had been a constant in your life, and would remain that way, he’d see to that. 

For now, the two of you stand hand in hand, all at once everything between you feels different. You’d been confident moments ago, but now your heart stutters with the knowledge that you had passed the point of no return. Char is suddenly so certain of what your future held, and you for once are unable to tell who was standing beside you. Casval had returned to you, but not as he was. The man beside you now is unmistakably Char Aznable, no one else. 

SMUT 18- DNI // overstimulation

author's note - not proofread because i wrote this at like 3am and forgot to post it. im still new to tumblr so if you wanna be mutuals hmu!

Fadia’s other hand snaked down towards yn’s cock, slowly rubbing the tip. A spurt of precum dripped down yn’s cock and Fadia extended her tongue and licked it up, making him shiver and convulse.

“Now, now, baby, we barely started and you’re getting this excited? We have a long time to go, and you’re trembling like a bitch in heat already?” to finish her sentence off, she rubbed her fingers on the tip of yn’s cock, making his eyes roll back and a pathetic squirt of precum came out of his slit.

“M-mommy-! W-wai-ngh~ ♡” yn let out a long drawl, his eyes flashing only the whites. His toes curled, back arching deeply as Fadia slid her finger inside, directly hitting his prostate, the bundle of nerves tingling, and his cock gushed out a few pathetic squirts of cum. “M-mommy! S-s’too much! Y-your finger is t-too de-ah! ♡”

Fadia exhaled a breathless chuckle, bringing her slim fingers even deeper, before harshly yanking her fingers out, making yn squeal in overstimulation. Fadia delivered her slicked fingers to yn’s mouth, and he voluntarily opened his mouth, Fadia’s fingers hitting the back of his throat. His tongue danced around Fadia’s fingers, licking his own slick off her fingers. “You’re such a good boy for mommy. “You’re mommy’s good boy, aren’t you? Who’s mommy’s good boy?”

a/n: I recently watched mobile suit gundam, and mobile suit gundam origin, and I loved it! in fact, i loved it so much i had to write a tiny little profile on yandere char! i wrote this all in one sitting, and without much proofreading, so forgive any mistakes. i just had a lot of motivation to write this. i know gundam is a dead fandom but it brought me a lot of joy to write.

Char Aznable-

-the calculating type of yandere, outwardly cold and aloof but secretly obsessive and doting. deeply controlling and possessive. Char is completely lucid- he knows what he doesnt is wrong, and that love shouldn't look like this, but he finds himself unable to care as long as he gets what he wants. Because of this, he isnt bothered if you are bothered by his behavior, he knows you’ll come around with time and constant manipulation from him.

-likely to approach you and try to charm you in a normal way before trying the full yandere approach. It’s likely he’s seen you around once or twice, and you caught his eye each time. It’s strange for him to have his interest drawn by someone, so he indulges in talking to you. He doesn't really expect anything to come of it, but once he talks to you he’s hooked and can't let you go. 

-he's naturally charismatic, so he has optimism that he can sway his darling without resorting to manipulation, blackmail, kidnapping or murder. Because honestly, he’d rather you think highly of him without fear if at all possible. 

-it's easy for him to sway most people to his side; he can always make people see the best in him. Not to mention all his prestige from his years in the military and as a mobile suit pilot. For that reason, it's likely he'll be able to capture his darling's heart without much work. 

-its likely his darling wouldn't agree with the things he does, so he doesn't take the risk of letting them know the real him. Not Casval, and not the Char who will do whatever it takes to reach his goals. Instead, you meet the ace pilot, the red comet, the war hero. Anything below that is carefully hidden from view. 

-he knows all the right things to say; offering just enough about himself to make you comfortable enough to tell him about yourself, eagerly taking in every word. It’s like everything you say is a new victory, a new opportunity to pry deeper into your life. It’s amazing how easy it is to talk to him, you thought he’d be intimidating, you thought he’d have better things to attend to, you thought he wouldn't have time to listen to you talk about your favorite books or foods or even funny little stories. But he seems interested in you in a way no man ever has been. It’s strange how even when you share more than you should, for some reason, you don't feel embarrassed, you just feel heard, listened to. It feels like talking to an old friend. Maybe you don't mind that, or maybe you’re suspicious; but no matter how you look at him, you can’t find anything out of place. Maybe you should just forget about your worries and accept the newfound attention he gives you.

-he wants your admiration; he wants you to think highly of him. I don't think he needs his darling's praise exactly, but he’d certainly like it. He wants you to blush and smile when the red comet talks to you like you’re the only one in the room, he wants you to be flattered by the attention. On some level, he’d like for his darling to be in love with him. It’s not a need at the start, he’ll settle for you simply being compliant or even skeptical, so long as you aren't too difficult. But as time goes on he does everything in his power to make sure you fall for him.

-but if his darling doesn't fall for him- either they can see the cracks in his facade, or their heart is not so easily won- he won't hesitate to resort to violence and manipulation. 

-I think at first it’s a subtle pressure. Everyone around you expects things from you; everyone would consider you a fool to reject Char Aznable. Everyone tells you how lucky you are to have caught his eye. How happy you’ll be with him. But for some reason you can't believe them- you feel something is off about him, like there’s something no one else can see.

-And not only that, but your friends seem distant lately, like they don't care for you anymore. In fact, it seems like everyone around you just doesn't have time for you anymore. When loneliness sets in, as well as the creeping worry that something is wrong with you that drives people away, maybe you’ll be more receptive to his company. Afterall, he is kind, and funny, and he always makes time for you. Maybe he’s the only person in your life who really cares about you.

-he will do whatever it takes to make his darling his. If he has to isolate you from everyone in your life, if he has to have you removed from any social or political position you’re in, if he has to kill everyone you love, if he has to steal you away to his side- all of it is worth it if he can have you. In fact, he doesn't even feel bad for it. Seeing you cry is…disquieting, but he’s sure you’ll calm down with time. Time heals all wounds, afterall. 

-he doesn't like to hurt you, avoids it even. there’s always something else he can do to make you yield; violence is almost never needed. But he scares you regardless. Something in him is so cold when he’s not putting effort into making himself seem loving and kind. When you upset him you can see the facade drop, can see him turn into somebody else. This is who he really is, you realize in those brief instances. The Char you know is a lie. If you say something he doesn't like, he’ll ask you to repeat yourself. It’s best not to, to assure him that it was nothing, that you hadn't said anything or that you hadn't meant it. If you do something that displeases him, he’ll make you say aloud what you did; he’ll make you explain aloud to him exactly what you did even knowing he’d be angry. It’s best to apologize and beg and plead with him, say it was an accident, say you didn't mean to, say you didn't know he’d be upset. Maybe he’ll take pity on you.

-if there’s one thing Char loves, it’s seeing you beg. Maybe it’s the assurance that making him happy is important to you, maybe it’s knowing the power he holds over you, maybe it’s how you look just a little bit pathetic- pathetic, but still so perfect- maybe it’s some sick thrill that comes from the tone of your voice and the endless streams of ‘please’s’ and ‘Char’s’. No matter the reason, beg and he’ll almost always humor you. He’s aware of what you’re doing, but if it’s worth sacrificing your pride he’ll oblige you.

-life with him isnt bad once you settle into it, all things considered. He treats you well, not quite spoiling you, but certainly making sure you’re well cared for and never in want for anything. He loves to show you off, is proud to call you his and is eager to let everyone know as such. He regards you warmly, speaks to you like he cares for you above all else. It’s easy enough to see him as a lover- once you can see past all the horrid things he’s done- and with enough time and pressure from Char, you will. 

-The man who has enacted such horrors will feel more and more like a myth as time wears on. Because your Char is kind. Your char is handsome. Your Char is so gentle. He treats you like you’re glass, but never with disrespect. He treats you like you’re worth all he’s done for you. 

-once you’ve settled well enough into his affections, he loves to have you near him at all times. At parties thrown in his honor, at meetings you shouldn't be allowed to attend- but you’re allowed because he insists- even in his ship. He wants you at his side. No matter where you are, he needs you as near as the circumstances allow; a hand on your waist, an arm around you, your hand in his. If you’re somewhere private or relaxed enough, he loves to have you sit in his lap- it feels intimate without being vulnerable on his part, but of course he’d never force you and he’d never use it to degrade or embarrass you. Afterall, being with him isn't a punishment and he’s adamant you don't see it as such.

-sometimes it’s hard to believe he loves you; after all the lives he’s taken, after all the people he’s hurt, after all he’s taken from you. How can a man like him love at all? How can a man who feels no sorrow or remorse or warmth feel love? It’s best not to ask him these questions, no matter how they burn in your mind. When the words leave your mouth you can see his demeanor shift- even with his eyes covered, you can tell he doesn't like what you’ve said. He’ll ask if you really think so lowly of him, and it’s best for you if you yield and assure him that you don't, that you just misspoke. 

-sometimes you do believe he loves you, but you can't figure out why. What about you was so special? What had caught his eye? Couldn't you be replaced by anyone? You wonder what he sees in you. It’s painful to love someone so renowned and respected when you feel like you’re nothing at all. He reassures you when your mind wanders like this, that you’re the only one he could ever love, that his heart has never beat for another. These words flatter you, but they speak a truth that is both exciting and terrifying- that he can't feel anything for anyone but you.

-he doesn't revel in stealing away your freedoms, and is careful to never let you lose the spark he fell in love with, but he has no qualms about taking from you either. It’s best not to upset him, because he knows you better than you know yourself, and if you upset him he’ll surely make you pay for it. Even when you think you have nothing left to lose, he’ll find something more to take. 

-While he rarely lets himself dwell on it, he’s lost a lot in his life- his parents, his adoptive father, his real identity- and he’s determined not to let you go now that you’ve caught his eye. It’s likely he doesn't realize just how afraid he is to lose you. The conviction not to lose you gives him strength and resolve to do anything it takes to keep you at his side forever.

-it’s possible Char himself doesn't realize how deeply he feels for you- he knows he cares for you, and that he hasn't cared for anyone in a long time. He knows he sometimes can't keep his mind off of you- even though his thoughts used to be so singular. He knows he wants you near him every second of the day, and that even when you're near you can never be near enough. But he doesn't notice when his attraction spirals into obsession, doesn't notice when his interest becomes love, and doesn't realize when he ceases to merely want you and now needs you like he needs to sleep or eat or breathe.

He’s such an interesting character with high walls. It’s fun to think about him with a reader who is earnest, whether purposefully or not, on tearing them down. It’s up to you if either him and/or reader are Yanderes. Thank you so much for all your hard work!

a/n: hi! Thank you so much for the char request! I’m having so much fun writing for him! I split this ask into subsections because I had a lot to say, and I think it might be easier to read this way!

Also, I wrote char as yandere because I love yandere content and also because I think the all encompassing obsession a yandere feels for their darling might actually make him more willing to be vulnerable than standard char, somehow.

Yandere Char Aznable with affectionate darling-

Yandere char, like most yanderes, would be glad to have an affectionate darling. He is pleasantly surprised with how quickly you warm up to him, how eagerly you accept his company, and how willingly you tolerate his more concerning ways of expressing affection. 

Char is good at reading people, so it’s almost guaranteed that he knows whether you mean what you say or not. Faking affection for him is a bad idea, and an almost certain way to lose his trust in you and never regain it. If you fake feelings for him, your life with him becomes much more difficult. But he also is confident enough in his ability to read you to know if you do mean what you say- he has no doubts in his mind that you care for him, that with every passing day you're falling in love with him.

Char wants you near him as often as possible, and really only relents on this if his darling would be in danger with him or if they resist too much; making a scene. So with an affectionate darling who likes to be near him, it’s very likely char and his darling are almost always seen side by side. Char is somewhat ok with public displays of affection- nothing too overwhelming, and certainly nothing vulnerable on his part, but he does prefer to always be touching you; a hand on your back, an arm around you, your hand in his. Anything really to keep you close and let everyone around you know that you belong to him. 

he’s possessive of you, and you being so accepting of his affections helps reassure that part of him.Char has no reason to worry about whether or not you love him truly or who could steal you away when you make it so clear to him that you have eyes only for him. 

in a lot of ways, this works in your favor. Char normally keeps most of his thoughts and feelings away from his darling, knowing that the level of devotion he feels is unacceptable. But with an openly affectionate darling, he is slightly more open. Sometimes he even pushes the boundaries just to see how you’ll respond. You’re so accepting of his love, so willing to stay by his side, it makes him curious as to where your line is drawn. How much could he tell you before you start to worry? How would you respond if you knew the wretched feelings in his heart that had become all consuming?

his voice is careless, as if it was a thoughtless comment, when he says “sometimes I can’t stand knowing other people get to look at you.” behind the lenses of his goggles, his eyes watch you for any reactions to his words. It’s certainly not extreme at all in comparison to all of the feelings he has for you, in fact, it’s as toned down as the truth can be. Because Char hates every single person who looks at you. He hates knowing people look at you in all your beauty and that they think about you and that they get to hear the sound of your voice. Those things should be for him only. But this little comment is the start of the truth, and he’s eager to see how you respond. When you seem unconcerned- maybe even flattered- he can’t believe how perfect you are. Of course you understand, of course- because you’re his and you’re perfect. 

-after that, little comments like that become more common. “I can’t stand you being apart from me,” “I want to be the only thing you think about,” “I'd never let you go.” all little things he says in such a light way, such a romantic tone that maybe you don’t consider the full weight of what he says.

or maybe you do. Maybe by now you know exactly what Char is- a man obsessed- and you find that you don’t mind. You’ve come to know him well enough to know that you can rely on him, that he cares for you above anyone else, and that you can trust him. Despite all the secrecy around Char Aznable you know for certain that his feelings for you are true. You love him, for all he is. Even the dark part of his mind that always needs you closer, that wants to own you, that would never ever let you go, that would do anything- no matter how terrible- to keep you with him. It’s frightening, but it’s also romantic, in a strange way. You may never know all that goes on his char’s mind, but you know that you’d love him regardless. And he knows this as well.

When you are alone with Char, he holds you close and whispers terrible things to you.

Yandere Char Aznable with a yandere darling-

Char would be best with a yandere darling who is devoted and obsessed but not overly violent or manipulative. It’s not so much that he minds these traits, but he’ll almost certainly be able to out pace you. In terms of violence, char has very few people he cares for, so using violence against his loved ones would be almost impossible. And trying to threaten or physically harm char is a sure way to lose his trust and end up locked up somewhere where no one will ever find you but him. He won’t let you go, he can’t now that he’s fallen for you- but if you can’t be trusted he’ll have to take measures to insure that you’ll not cause problems. And if you try to manipulate him, he’ll almost certainly be able to see through your attempts. There’s the possibility he’ll play along, but mostly for his own amusement at watching your attempts. It’s cute really, but it won’t get you anywhere. 

The best kind of yandere for char is simply obsessive and devoted to him, wanting to be near him and spend time with him. He has very few people in his life that he cares for, besides you, so he doesn’t mind when you demand to take up all of his free time. Of course he always has his obligations as a mobile suit pilot, but he doesn’t mind if all of his life outside of the suit is taken up by you. In fact, he prefers it that way. He is perfectly content to know that all of his life is yours and that all of your life is his. He has social obligations as well, so he can’t hide away from the world- you could never keep char locked up or isolated- but as a compromise, he’ll let you go anywhere he goes. Though, calling it a compromise is a bit of a lie, because this is his preference anyways. Still, if what makes him happy makes you happy as well, even better. 

All in all, char is fine with a yandere darling so long as you do not try to control him or interfere with his plans and ambitions. If your yandere tendencies are in the form of affection- obsessive thoughts, endless time together, even stalkerish tendencies- he’s fine with that. Char is adaptable, and he can work with anything you throw at him. Afterall, he is a yandere himself, so he’s determined to make things work between the two of you at all costs.

And now that he can tell you have the same darkness in you; he'll never let you go.

Yandere Char Aznable showing vulnerability with his darling-

It’s hard to make char show vulnerability. It doesn't come naturally to him and it never has. Even as a child he hadn't cried at his fathers death, hadn’t wavered when his whole life was taken away from him, hadn't broken down when his mother had died. Char has lived his entire life with his emotions closed off to the world, any feelings he might have felt kept close to his chest. For a while in his early life, he wondered if maybe he didn't feel at all. All the emotions that the people around him seemed to be weighed down by never seemed to reach him, as if he was above those things. It allowed him to press endlessly forward towards his goals. 

Throughout your relationship with char, it’s unlikely for you to see him break down at all, and even more unlikely that you’d ever see him cry. You don’t know if he doesn't feel these things or he simply hides them well, but it makes you all the more aware that Char Aznable is different from other people. 

More likely than for him to show weakness such as crying or breaking down, Char is willing to show he loves you. He tells you often, both with his words; anything from a simple “i love you,” to the little smile in his voice when he says your name, to the way he whispers his feelings for you when you're asleep, musing over how amazed he is that someone like you exists. Despite being such a smooth talker, Charfinds it a bit hard to be honest about his feelings- it makes him weak, to need you as much as he does. With his touch; a simple hand on the small of your back, his hand over yours, the way he holds you both tightly and gently. He’s often got a hand on you, never wanting you to stray further than his arms reach. And with his actions: char is exceedingly committed to his goal of making your life better with him in it, determined to eliminate all threats to you and keep you safe. He wants you to feel safe with him, despite all the lives he's taken and all the lies he’s told. The things he does for you he does with honesty. With char, he comes off as remarkably relaxed; but is anything but. He’s calculated in all that he does and his interactions with you are the same. He has a carefully constructed version of himself that he wants you to see- the better side of him. He doesn't want you to see any part of him that isn't perfect. 

Char is more likely to be vulnerable with you in a moment of strength and success than a moment of failure or insecurity. It's after a particularly difficult battle, one that had taken all of his skill and wit to navigate, but he'd returned victorious nonetheless. He was praised endlessly for his skill and valor by his superiors, but none of it came close to the feeling of being praised by you. Whether you were in the battle too or not, Char can hardly wait to get back to you. 

In the privacy of your shared room, Char sighs contentedly, easily relaxing beside you on the sofa. His helmet and gloves, along with his boots, have been discarded- leaving you able to see his face more clearly. He catches you looking and gives a little smirk. “You weren't worried about me, were you?” He teases. Regardless of your answer, he’s happy. He reclines onto the couch, throwing his legs up on the cushions and letting his head rest on your lap; he looks up at you with a certain look of quiet acknowledgement that you're the only one he'd be so vulnerable with, the only one he'd ever allow to see him relaxed and calm in the post-battle lull that has settled over both of you.

A/N: I was talking about this idea in my dms and I needed to write something worth posting about it! I thought it was a super fun idea!

Warnings: yandere behavior, reader in in danger, implied injury of reader, implied death (not reader)

Char Aznable--

The second char finds out his darling is in distress- fear, pain, danger- he goes feral. It sends him into a rage the likes of which he hasn't felt in years. Normally, he’s so good at pushing down his emotions and appearing collected, but the moment he finds out your safety is in danger he can’t seem to calm down. He’s terrifying to be around- the men under his command all shift and shuffle when he’s near because the terrible mood radiating off of him is downright murderous. Any wrong move they make would be a costly mistake when he’s like this. Char is practically itching to find someone to take his anger out on.

Char has lived his life so isolated, never really loving anything but his sister and even then he was forced by ambition to leave her behind. No family left. No true friends. No one he cared for, and no one who cared for him. But then he met you, and he finally had something he loved, a shining beacon of hope in a life otherwise ruled by hatred and revenge. He’s lost so much in his life, and he refuses to lose you too. 

He won't rest until you’re safe; which, of course, means back in his arms where you belong. And of course he’ll be the one to save you, because he would never leave such an important task to anyone else- no one else can be trusted with your safety, and as far as he’s concerned, everyone else is completely useless. 

He makes whoever hurt you pay for it- it’s not enough that they die, they need to suffer. They need to beg and plead and grovel and apologise and then, only then, will he consider killing them. Char rarely ever truly enjoys killing people, simply seeing it as a task to be done; not worth feeling anything over, but he relishes in this. The whole universe needs to know that the cost of harming you is endless suffering at his hands. 

And you, his beloved darling, need to know that nothing will ever hurt you while he’s around. 

Garma Zabi--

Garma is a mess the second he finds out you’re in danger- the thought of you afraid, hurting, alone; it makes him sick. It makes him so anxious he can hardly breathe. His facade of calm collapses instantly, leaving him in tears, hands trembling. He has to save you. He has to get you back to him, where you’ll be safe. Everyone around him can tell how hard he’s taking this, they can see him breaking down with every second you’re away. He can’t eat, he can’t sleep, can’t do anything but endlessly pour over plans to get you back safely. 

He can’t believe how useless everyone around him is. The best of the Zeonic military at his disposal, and no one is any use to him it seems. No matter how good their plans are, no matter what solutions they offer, it all feels like failure if it doesn't secure your safety instantly. And he’s not blind to the failure on his part as well-

He was supposed to protect you. What good was he to you if you still got hurt? If you still weren’t safe? He feels like a failure, like he’s failed you on a monumental level. If he can save you- and he will- will you ever be able to forgive him? Will you ever be able to rely on him again? The uselessness he feels eats at him almost as bad as the anxiety. 

Of course he’s not alone in his goal to return you to safety- his men are at his disposal, and his family are as well; anything they can do to help him they will. Whether or not the Zabi family know you, Garma is the favorite son of Degwin Zabi and anything he wants he gets.

When he gets you back, the only thing he can stand to devote his time to is you. Overseeing what happens to whoever was a threat to you isn’t a priority of his, someone else can handle that, all he really needs is to make sure you’re ok, that you’re safe and unharmed. And he’ll never let you go again.

Once you’re safe in his arms, he can’t stand to let you out of his sight.

You were the childhood friend of Casval and Artesia, and the three of you spent most of your days together in your childhoods, laughing and talking and playing together. Artesia was kind and doting, excitedly talking with you and begging for your attention whenever you were near. Casval was more reserved, less friendly and outgoing but always willing to help you with anything you needed and fiercely protective of you. The three of you grew close, and both of the Deikun siblings started to develop feelings for you.

You were devastated by the tragedy that befalls their family, shaken by the news and heartbroken at the loss of your dearest friends. Just like that; your dearest friends had disappeared from your life, surely gone from you forever. You hold onto the hope that Casval and Artesia were out there somewhere, and you hope with all of your heart that they are safe and happy. You hope with everything in you that they're ok.

They are worlds apart from you, but neither ever forget you. When they go to earth, Artesia- now Sayla, cries and cries knowing she may never see you again. After all she's lost, now she's lost you as well. Casval- now edouard, grieves in silence, swearing he’ll find you again, that he won't lose you too. The two find comfort in each other, sometimes speaking fondly of you and the time you had spent with them in their childhoods. No amount of reminiscing ever erases the pain of loss, but sometimes it helps. Sometimes hearing old stories of you reminds them that you're still out there, somewhere far away from them. Nothing could ever take the place of you, the first love of both Deikun siblings. 

And eventually, fate draws you back to them. The war between zeon and earth had called all three of you to the front lines; each torn apart by the hands of fate. Sayla fights to defend earth, Char fights to defend zeon, and no matter where your allegiance lies they both agree on one thing; they'll never let you out of their sight again.