YANDERE ASIA: MONGOLIA
yet another non-canon character. i'm trying to mature my writing style a little bit? i started this blog when i was pretty young but i wanna start exploring dialogue, very mild spice and darker themes. would love some feedback!
honestly so obsessed with non-canon character atm especially mongolia (mostly cuz of an oc but i digress), was going to release all of east/south asia at once, but started on mongolia's and it got too long. the characterisation i've done is a combination of fanfics i've read over the years and my own thoughts.
i will literally combust if anyone else starts writing for mongolia man i am STARVED
tw. yandere toxicity, mild suggestive themes, reference to the mongol empire(?)
MONGOLIA (Temßßlen MÜnkhbataar)
⢠Temßßlen was once an empire of unimaginable size, and as is, with most once great powers, wants to exert as much control over his dearest as possible. His darling's position be damned, he wants them to submit to him (whether that be as a lover, mentor, or all of the above), and god fucking dammit he won't be content until they do. ⢠Others might view his behaviour as Temßßlen clinging on to any semblance of power, and truly, deep down, many of his desire is fueled by a lingering want for power, Temßßlen fully believes that he's this great protector and guidance in his darlings life. ⢠He's not delusional in any way, Temßßlen realises that they might not particularly revel in his presence, but life isn't all sunshine and rainbows, his dearest doesn't have to be happy with him for Temßßlen to be content. Many nations aren't always comfortable with their company, but at least Temßßlen has their best interests at heart! (unlike China or America, who would only ever use them as a political pawn). He likes to tell them this, how much worse it could be, so stop complaining and read those damn papers your boss sent you to him already- ⢠Truth be told, he likes a bit of fear in them. Temßßlen has no shame in using his past to scare them into submission, if diplomacy doesn't fair well.
"you know, erkhem, if you had the gall to complain like this during the great mongol state, i would have had every right to flog you" temßßlen spoke in their ear quietly, not in a whisper, yet not so loud that anyone else could have heard him "until you were begging for me to stop" he added, the contrast of his warm breath against their chilled skin sending shivers down their spine.
temßßlen's cold, calloused hands gripped onto their gloved ones, re-aligning to nock to the bowstring "you wouldn't have survived a day in the old steppes, with a grip this poor.." the mongol trailed off, his hands moving to either side of their back and chest, forcefully straightening their posture
his eyes narrowed as they drew the bow, waiting for them to reach the anchor point, his disappointment evident as they began aiming "teneg!" he snapped, gripping on to their bow arm, forcing them to fully anchor the weapon "now aim" he quipped, taking a step backwards, following their gaze "higher" they slouched again as they attempted to aim towards the target "posture" he raised an eyebrow
the mongol's eyes didn't leave their figure as they released the arrow, admiring his job, if only they took his opinions on everything in their life this seriously.
⢠He told himself he'd be content when they accepted him as their mentor... yet it just wasn't enough. Temßßlen wanted to be closer to them, he wanted to be the closest to them. He had always thought matters of the heart to be frivolous, something that fatuous nations did to satisfy their own mortal desires. Temßßlen knew he was better then that, definately, but was his darling? ⢠If... they were going to pursue an intimate connection with another, would it not be safer for him to be the one they pursue it with; instead of some self serving stranger who would only use his dearest for their own gain? This is Temßßlen's reasoning for courting them, no matter their relation to him or anyone else, in his mind, he's the only one with pure intentions. ⢠Temßßlen isn't so experienced in romancing as he is in carnal desire, but even then, this is dating back to his days as an empire, which have long passed. To his darling it appears as if he's approaching them for a singular night of salacious intimacy, yet whether they would welcome the advances or not, their body would never be just theirs again. ⢠He feels entitled to stick into every aspect of their life, from national to personal, to physical affairs, damned if they want him there or not, they'll just have to learnt to like it
there they were, once again confining themselves to their study; sedantrists, he thought to himself, no connection to the real world. temßßlen glanced at the clock, 12:49 am, yet they were still 'working'. "what could possibly be keeping you occupied for hours on end" he tutted, poking his head through the doorway.
they shrugged their shoulders, making a noise that suggested they didn't have a good answer. "erkhem" the dark haired man continued into the study, reaching down to grip their arm as he came next to them "did nobody ever tell you to speak when spoken to"
temßßlen gaged their reaction, the disturbed look on their face almost satisfying "did no one ever tell you to knock before you enter a room; or, deep down, are you still the same, uncivilised barbarian you were in the 1200's" the mongols nostrils flared, golden eyes glaring intensely at them. there was a moment of silence, before temßßlen seemed to snap.
his strong arms wrapped around their waist, hoisting them up over his shoulder "mongolia!" his dearest shouted, hitting at his back "for once in your life leave me alon-" it seemed to take only seconds for temßßlen to reach a soft surface to throw them on to. before they could let out another protest, two fingers were stuffed in their mouth, his free hand gripping onto their hip "how about you shut up, unless you'd like to find out what i used to do to brats like you"
