Maybe possibly hopefully yandere! Crona Gorgan x Fem! Reader? 🥹
❝ CRONA GORGON X FEM!READER ❞ yandere themes, obsessive love, emotional dependency
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❝ YOU WERE NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE IMPORTANT ❞
At first, you were just… there. Another presence at the Death Weapon Meister Academy, someone who existed on the edges of Crona’s world without ever truly stepping into it. They didn’t understand people well enough to notice individuals, not really. Everyone blurred together into noise, into expectation, into something overwhelming and hard to breathe through.
But you didn’t feel like noise.
You felt… quiet. Not in the literal sense, but in the way your presence didn’t demand anything from them. You didn’t stare too long. You didn’t whisper. You didn’t treat them like something strange that had wandered too far from where it belonged. And that alone was enough to make you stand out in a way Crona didn’t know how to process.
So they noticed you.
And once Crona notices something, it becomes very hard for them to stop.
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❝ THE FIRST TIME YOU WERE KIND ❞
It wasn’t even anything big. That’s the part that lingers the most.
You spoke to them like it was normal. Like they were normal. Your voice didn’t carry pity or fear, just softness, just simple warmth that didn’t ask for anything in return. You stayed in the conversation instead of letting it die in awkward silence, and when Crona struggled to respond, you didn’t rush them or pull away.
You just… waited.
That patience settles into Crona’s chest in a way that feels unfamiliar and overwhelming all at once. They replay that moment over and over again, picking apart every word, every expression, every tiny detail as if there’s something hidden inside it they need to understand.
Because people aren’t kind without a reason.
But you were.
And Crona couldn’t figure out why.
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❝ IT DOESN’T START AS LOVE ❞
At first, it’s just questions. Endless, circling thoughts that never quite reach a conclusion. Why you talk to them. Why you remember things about them. Why you come back, again and again, when it would be so much easier not to.
That confusion slowly turns into something heavier. Something that lingers even when you’re not around, pressing against their thoughts until it’s the only thing they can focus on. You become a constant in their mind, a presence that doesn’t fade when you leave.
Crona doesn’t recognize it as love. They don’t have the words for something like that.
But they do understand attachment.
And once that attachment forms, it wraps around them tightly, sinking in deep enough that the idea of losing it feels unbearable before they even realize what’s happening.
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❝ THE SHIFT ❞
It happens gradually, almost too quietly to notice at first.
Crona starts lingering near you more often, finding reasons to stay even when there’s none to give. Their gaze drifts back to you without meaning to, drawn in by the way you move, the way you speak, the way your emotions sit so openly on your face. You’re easy to read, and that fascinates them just as much as it comforts them.
But then that attention sharpens.
They start noticing who else talks to you. Who stands close. Who makes you laugh. And every time it happens, something tight and uncomfortable twists in their chest, something they can’t quite name but can’t ignore either.
Because it feels wrong.
It feels like something that belongs to them is being touched by someone else.
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❝ RAGNAROK NOTICES FIRST ❞
Ragnarok is the one who says it out loud, because of course he is.
He laughs about it, voice sharp and amused as he points out what Crona refuses to acknowledge. He calls it obsession, calls it pathetic, calls it exactly what it is with no hesitation and no care for how it lands.
Crona denies it immediately. They have to.
But their eyes still follow you. Their body still turns toward you without thinking. Their thoughts still circle back to you no matter how hard they try to push them away.
And Ragnarok just laughs louder.
Because denial doesn’t change anything.
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❝ THEIR LOVE IS QUIET ❞
Crona isn’t loud about what they feel. There are no grand confessions, no dramatic claims of ownership, nothing that would immediately scare you away.
Instead, it’s subtle. Careful. Almost invisible if you aren’t looking for it.
They learn your routines without asking. Memorize the times you’re usually alone, the paths you take, the small habits you repeat without realizing. They start appearing more often, always close enough to reach, always just within your space like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
It feels like coincidence.
It isn’t.
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❝ FEAR IS AT THE CORE ❞
The truth is, Crona doesn’t want to hurt you. Not really.
Everything they feel is tangled up in fear more than anything else. Fear of being abandoned, of being replaced, of losing the one person who made them feel something other than emptiness or pain. That fear digs in deep, twisting their attachment into something heavier, something harder to control.
So they hold on tighter.
Not in a way that feels forceful at first, but in a way that slowly becomes impossible to step away from.
Because letting go isn’t something Crona knows how to do.
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❝ WHEN YOU GET TOO CLOSE TO SOMEONE ELSE ❞
That’s when the cracks begin to show.
You laughing with someone else, standing just a little too close, letting someone else share the space that Crona has already claimed in their mind. It makes something inside them snap tight, sharp and painful in a way that steals the air from their lungs.
They don’t lash out. They don’t make a scene.
Instead, they go quiet. Withdrawn. Watching.
And later, that person stops coming around. Whether it’s fear, intimidation, or something darker lingering beneath the surface, Crona makes sure of one thing.
You won’t have to choose.
Because there won’t be anyone left to choose over them.
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❝ WHEN YOU COMFORT THEM ❞
This is where everything locks into place.
The moment you reach for them, when your hands are gentle and your voice is soft and you tell them they matter, it seals something inside their chest that can’t be undone.
Because now it’s real.
Now it’s not just something in their head, not just a fragile hope they’re clinging to. You’re there. You’re choosing them, even if you don’t fully understand what that choice means yet.
And Crona… needs that.
They need you.
In a way that goes beyond simple affection, beyond something healthy or easy to manage. You become their anchor, their stability, the one thing keeping everything else from falling apart.
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❝ FINAL NOTE ❞
Crona loves you softly, in the only way they know how.
But that softness is wrapped around something consuming, something that doesn’t loosen its grip once it takes hold. Their affection is gentle in its expression, quiet in its presence, but it runs deep enough to reshape everything around it.
They would never want to hurt you.
But they will still do whatever it takes to keep you.
Even if it means changing the world around you until there’s nowhere left to go but back to them.
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