#simon (oc)

I can't think of an actual title that will make sense in the regular format so it's

Conventional Yandere Simon x unconventional blood darling

Inspiration: himenospia, arachnid (both are manga). Hint: custom world settings at it again

You love the fandom of yanderes but...now you're trapped in one's house?! Fuck.

"I'm Simon, do you remember me? I was at one of the tables you served yesterday." Simon is smiling, his grey eyes fixates on you intensely.

"I- I do." You do remember him. A tall, handsome blonde guy with a friendly demeanor and tipped well, but that's not exactly why.

Yesterday at work, you cut your hand in the kitchen by accident and your blood dripped into his soup. You mentally debated for 5 minutes and between being fired on the spot (if you report your error) and potentially being fired (if he discover the blood), you chose to let a customer - Simon ingest your blood.

It was tomato soup, no one's gonna notice. You patched your wound quickly after and spent the rest of the day feeling guilty as hell.

Then today, you suddenly woke up here, in Simon's house. You look down, Simon follows your line of sight and sees the handcuffs cuffing your legs together.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart, it was the only thing I could find in such a haste."

"Um...Simon..."

"Yes?"

With all your Yandere knowledge combined, you quickly come up with a plan:

"You like me r-right? My name is y/n and, I don't mind dating you but-"

"REALLY?!" He interrupts you with manic joy, "ah, sorry y/n, please continue?"

"Well I don't want to be like this, I want to go on dates, us two. This is way too rushed and you didn't even get me any flowers... Can I go home to get changed and we can go out later?"

You try to smile while your heart is pounding, anticipating for a response. Please take the bait, please be stupid, please be the reasonable type of yandere-

"Of course! I'm so sorry sweetheart! I'll drop you home and pick you up tonight!"

Phew. It worked.

Fast forward a few days you and Simon are dating and you sort of enjoy it? But the important thing is that after basically sticking together 24/7 you finally managed to get half a day to yourself because he needed to go do things.

The first thing you do is go straight to a pathology clinic and get your blood taken to be tested. You've been looking up blood test and after researching basically every type of blood test under the sun, you picked some specific ones and paid for it yourself.

Then you wait patiently and impatiently for the email of test result.

In the meantime, you moved in with Simon because he insisted and honestly you do like him. Something about Yandere really give you the security you need in a relationship.

Fast forward to now, you woke up in the morning, hand feeling the bedside table for your phone but it's not there.

You sit up and find Simon already awake next to you, your phone is in his hand.

"Simon, can you pass me my phone."

"-So you can check your blood test result?"

You freeze. But he hand the phone to you anyway.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out, sweetheart?" He wrap his arm around your shoulder and watch as you unlock your phone to check email.

Nothing new came through.

"You acted weird so I gave a you a free day to see what you wanted to do," he kiss you on the side of your head, "you weren't cheating or trying to leave me so everything's all good!"

"Y-you knew..."

"I did, so I helped you. A friend works at a lab so I pulled some strings. And you know what he found? Your blood contains some sort of unknown lifeform, which when organisms ingest, infects them."

He pause to look at you. You stare at him, more curious than anything.

"When he injected your blood to a rat, it died; but when he force a rat to ingest your blood, the rat immediately went in your direction, and exhausted itself to death before it reached you."

Oh. Oh god.

So your bizarre hypothesis was correct, Simon became a yandere after ingesting your blood, does he know this?

You look to his face but he's already looking at you. He looks at you with such focus and intensity it gives you an uncanny feeling.

"I don't care if you fed me your blood on purpose or by accident, you made me like this so you have to take responsibility."

Simon holds your head in place, forcing eye contact. In the centre of those grey iris are pitch black pupils, and in those pupils all you can is you, you, you.

"So, what is it going to be, sweetheart?"

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read more, read "addicted to your blood" segment

Author note: I LIED I GOT INSPIRED SO I WROTE THIS BEFORE GHOST DARLING IM SORRY

Simon with a trans guy darling

Giving darling his t shot every week or helping him with his gel

Darling sometimes being too out of it to know whether or not what's in the needle is lorazepam or testosterone

Helping darling shave his face, cut his hair, buying him masculine clothes

Giving darling resources to work out bc second puberty is trying to grow muscles and move fat and it needs Somewhere To Go!!!

Helping darling tape, or making sure if darling binds that he's doing it safely

Simon giving darling things that give him gender euphoria, like clothes or trinkets or hobby supplies

Simon using terms like "pretty boy" and "sweet boy" to praise him

Calling darling handsome <3

Having more meals and snacks for darling bc the T makes him huuunngrryyyyyyy

Being mindful that the T is making him Stronger and possibly feel more angry, so he doesn't succeed an escape attempt

Watching darling for signs of feeling gender dysphoria so that they can help him feel better

Simon feeling his own gender euphoria by watching darling grow more and more into himself

Meet Argus & Simon (Icely) !!!!

Masterlist

cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, Institutionalized slavery, conditioned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker,

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“You been thinking about names?” Isaac asked, flopping down on the couch. Smiling, her hands folded over each other casually in her lap as she gazed expectantly to her pet.

“Yes, ma’am.” He replied with the softest of a nod. She had ordered him days before to come up with names for himself, a strange request. A master would want to be the one to name their pet, would they not? Weren’t those the rules?

“Got any in mind? Any you like?”

“No, ma’am.” 

Her face dropped a smidge in disappointment, churning a quease in his belly, before she jumped back to her feet. “Give me just one second.” Stepping to the short shelf pushed against the opposite wall, she studied the titles intently, before pulling one out with excitement.

“Here’s some names. A whole book of ‘em.” Isaac announced, flipping to the first page of the thick book, filled to the brim with them, “Edith uses this one all the time, and pretty much all’ve our rescues pick one from in here. I’ll read some out to you, and maybe you’ll hear one you like.”

I gotchu. I’ll mostly be covering the skykids of mine that have some semblance of a story, just to keep things a bit shorter.

1. Sunrise

Sunrise is from the Isle of Dawn. Some fun facts about them are:

They have a strong dedication for the mission, to the point where it’s almost their entire personality (yikes)

Their main hobbies are face painting and wax carving

They grew up by themself

They’re bald by choice

2. Daisy

Daisy is from the Daylight Prairie. Some fun facts about her are:

She's the youngest member of the group at 6 years old

She has a fox plush who she talks to regularly

She was raised by her older sister for most of her life

She likes to play in fire for some reason

3. Whisper

Whisper is from the Hidden Forest. Some fun facts about her are:

She can turn invisible at will, and usually prefers to be invisible too

She was raised alongside light creatures, and therefore has a strong love for them

She's very shy, but also very sweet

She doesn't speak much, and can go a long time without saying anything at all

4. Simon

Simon is from the Valley of Triumph. Some fun facts about him are:

He grew up with his best friend

He's the oldest of the group at 17 years old

Despite his gentlemanly appearance, he's more on the crude side

Nobody knows why he wears that many hats

5. Mako

Mako is from the Golden Wasteland. Some fun facts about her are:

She's had many guardians in her life, although her time with them have been short-lived

She has several scars on her feet and ankles from crab attacks

She has never eaten a single sweet in her entire life

She's easily the best flier in the group

6. Lucid

Lucid is from the Vault of Knowledge. Some fun facts about him are:

Like Sunrise, he grew up by himself

He's very particular about his appearance

He has a twin sister named Rem

He sometimes hides in the archives to snoop through memories

Honorable Mention: Beans

Beans is from Prairie Peaks. Some fun facts about her are:

Her first language is manatee (yes, really)

She's a good baker

The baby manatee on her head is named Squishy

She has beef with the nightbirds

Honorable Mention: Little Krill

Nobody actually knows where Little Krill is from. Some fun facts about them are:

They're actually trying to figure out where they came from

They stare, like, a lot

Their favorite food is fresh bread buns

They're very impressed by light creatures

Warnings: Shock collars, calling Whumpee 'Puppy', mild disassociation (I think), mild sleep deprivation, TV show hosts.

Please tell me if I need to tag anything else.

Part 2 | Masterlist

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Knock, knock.

Mal groaned at the knock at the door, far too tired to actually get out of the pile of soft blankets and plush pillows that made up his little nest on the floor. From the long day of press releases and photo ops with 'the city's greatest heroes' to a long, overcast night fighting supervillains and getting his ass kicked while he hoped for a glimpse at the moon, he had barely been awake when he crawled into the nest last night. That hadn't stopped the nightmares but then again, nothing would.

"Mal?" A far too chipper voice said through the door. Liam. "Mal, you're going to miss breakfast! Wake up!" a couple more knocks at the door.

Mal rolled over and covered his head with a pillow. He just wanted to sleep. Preferably without dreams.

There was an uncomfortable buzz from the shock collar around Mal's neck, a warning of pain that shocked him awake in a moment, making him sit up in the nest. "I'm awake!" Mal shouted, hoping to avoid a real shock. "I'll be out in a minute!"

"You better be! You know how the captain gets when our puppy doesn't eat!" Liam laughed, not unkindly, but Mal flinched at the nickname anyway. He really should have been used to it by now. After 5 years at Camp Rainer and 3 different teams after that, he should have been used to being called 'puppy'. But it made his inner wolf growl with irritation every time, self-preservation be damned.

"I'll hurry," Mal said, reaching to pull on some clothes. He didn't dally but he still expected it when a second warning buzz came 5 minutes later, this one probably from the captain. He trudged out of his room and headed to the dining room, ignoring the happy chatter as he sat at the table and laid his head on the cool wood, closing his eyes.

"You tired, Mal?" Maya asked with a gentle smile.

Mal smiled back out of habit and nodded. "Just stayed up too late last night. I'll be fine."

"Good," the captain, Simon, said, putting a plate of food down for Mal and petting him in between his wolf ears. "We have an interview with Callie so you need to eat up and be well-rested so that you don't try to bite people's heads off."

Mal fixed his hair and dutifully ate the food set in front of him. He hated interviews and Callie specifically. The fake smiles and cutting remarks made him want to bang his head against the wall. She wasn't any worse than any other TV show host but she seemed just as equally upset that the team treated Mal like a dog as she was likely to treat him like one herself. The hypocrisy itself was enough to make Mal's head hurt.

Mal ate quietly while the team ran over test questions and rehearsed answers. Mal didn't need to participate. He didn't technically have to be there at all. He was just there to show how good the rehabilitation centers like Camp Rainier were at taming wild beasts like Mal and he was already an expert at that. He hadn't even realized that he had zoned out until-

"And before we forget, we should probably change Mal into his public appearances collar."

Mal glanced at Kate, carefully keeping his face neutral as twin waves of anger and anxiety ran down his spine. His 'public appearances' collar was about four times more sensitive than his normal collar and the shocks ramped up in intensity much quicker. Even on his most careful and obedient behavior, he still got shocked at least once every time he wore it. If he didn't know this team better and didn't know the policy he might have assumed that they were just cruel for the sake of cruelty. Sadly, he did know better and no amount of begging would change policy. He had tried.

"Thank you, Kate," Simon said, pushing Mal's plate closer to him in an effort to make him eat more. He knew from experience that just being in that collar made Mal lose his appetite. Mal took a moment to indulge in some healthy annoyance at that before shoving everything back into their respective boxes in his head and forcing down a few more bites. "Liam, since you're done eating, can you go grab that?"

"Right away, Captain!" Liam left whatever he was tinkering with today on the table and left the room. Mal managed about four more bites before Liam came back. His fingers tightened around the fork, the thought of stabbing Liam with it and bolting entering his head and immediately being directed towards the appropriate box as he slowly put the fork down and pushed away his plate.

Simon stood and walked around behind Mal, turning off and unbuckling his current collar and putting the new one on. It was sleek and black, the 'corrective measure' more hidden but easily seen when pointed out. Mal's shoulders tensed when Simon switched it on, the tell-tale beep almost making Mal flinch. Simon rested one hand on Mal's shoulder and pet him with the other until Mal could force himself to relax back into his calm mask.

"Good boy," Simon said in that same deadpan he said everything in. Mal knew it was just the conditioning that made him preen at the praise but that didn't make him stop. Just sent an undercurrent of frustration through his head. Simon gave him one last pat and sat back down, leaving Mal to figure out how to breathe around the collar.

They finished breakfast quickly and piled into the armored car to head to the studio. When they got there, everyone got into their makeup and headed to their spots, having small chats with Callie and the staff. Mal mostly just sat quietly in his chair and started weaving in his head to calm himself down.

In. Out. Over. Through. Add another color. First color in. Second color out. Second color over. First color through.

The music that signaled the start of the show played and Mal made sure he hadn't forgotten to put on a smile before going back to his weaving. Add another color. Second color in. Third color out. Carry first color. Third color over. Second color through. Carry first color.

"So Mal, how has working with the city's greatest heroes been treating you?" Callie asked in her blindingly bright voice.

Mal looked at her and then glanced around at the team. The captain's serine smile and eyes that stared right through Callie, Liam's bouncing leg and hands signing the conversation to the crowd, Kate's calm, neutral expression and subtle 'get on with it' gesture, Maya's expectant look and encouraging smile. He heard his own screams playing from one of the boxes in his head as he turned back to Callie with his own calm smile.