Imagine:

For Platonic Yandere Bayonetta

Plot summary: Bayonetta being a platonic yandere, and how she’d fare should you perish.

This Contains: Overbearing behaviour, angst, character death (receiving). Possibly OOC

Note:you’re probably wondering why I haven’t posted for a long time! Well, truth be told, I’ve been… Lazy. But! I’ve been trying to get back into the swing of things, get back into writing. Here’s some headcanons for Bayonetta! To tide youse over until I post again. Tbh, this was going to be shorter but…. I ended up making it longer and sadder then needed. So yeh, enjoy~

• She will protect you with her life, that is a given. You mean the world to her, for you are her little one.
• Whether you were born from her or simply a child she found later on, Bayonetta would feel no different about loving, caring, and raising you as her own.
• Will tease you, I’m sorry. She just likes pushing your buttons a little. But it’s nothing severe, and she just adores when you laugh or giggle at her antics.
• Never have any doubts about yourself, little one. Mother Bayonetta is your absolute wingwoman. You’re perfect, and should never be ashamed of yourself.
• Will encourage you to flaunt your natural beauty. After all, you are the child of the famed witch, shake what your mother gave you!
• Should you have the spiritual energy required for it, Bayonetta would train you like an Umbran Witch, making you especially efficient in the Bullet Arts. Despite her confidence, she knows she can’t always protect you, so it’s better you learn how to defend yourself as well.
• Should you not, then Bayonetta will be extremely protective of you. Will not want you leaving her side much at all, especially when the threat of angles are always around the corner. She can’t afford anything to happen to you. She won’t let anything happen you, she swears it.
• If you were alive during the Witch Hunts, then Bayonetta (or Cereza) would absolutely refuse to leave you be. Even if you’re a capable witch yourself, she won’t leave you for even a second. You, Bayo, and Jeanne will be going together to find Rosa. No exceptions.
• If you died during that time, Bayonetta would be heartbroken. Her darling, little one, just… Killed. Like some animal. She wouldn’t be the same, not after losing her brightest joy in the world, and that added onto her mother’s death will push Bayonetta over the edge. She’d simply give up, unable to fight anymore. All her confidence, all that self-reassurance, gone with the winds - just like you.
• She can’t even say you’re in a better place now, as it’s extremely likely you’re wandering the depths of inferno, forever. And that thought alone will crush her even more. She had failed you.
• Even in the future, where all her memories are forgotten, Bayonetta still feels empty inside. There’s this subtle sense of sadness in her, something no one, not even herself, can tell why. She can feel the ghost of your memories in her heart and yet, she can’t exactly recall who you are.
• In this scenario, Bayonetta’s assault against the angles are just that much more brutal and ferocious. It’s abnormal for her to express her anger in such an overt way, there’s barely any teasing or flirtatious remarks. Just pure slaughter.
• When she does remember who you are, she will allow that confident walls of hers to crumble down in the dirt. Bayonetta is a woman who keeps her negative emotions in the back of her head and yet, with you, she can’t help but let her grief overcome her. It’s at that one moment she will feel all the more hopeless. What is the point of this battle, if she won’t ever see you again? Her little one is gone forever..
• But she can’t give up. No, she can’t. Your death would be for nothing if she did. She’s pushed into a fury powered by your death, Rosa’s death, and that of the Umbra clan. She will avenge you, she will. Bayonetta will not fail you again.
• Baldur and Jubileus’ defeat is especially gruesome.
• There will always be a hole in Bayonetta’s heart. She could move past the near-eradication of the Umbra clan, she can move past the death of her mother, but she cannot leave your death behind her. That is something that will always haunt her.
• Bayonetta will carry you with her always and forevermore. You will always be in her heart, that precious smile and adorable memories permanently engrained. There will be days where having your memory with her will be maddening, causing her raw nature of confidence to falter at the seams. But not once would she trade them away. Always and forever, Bayonetta will keep your memory alive within her.
• Her little one, forever in her broken heart.

Imagine:

Killing Yandere Tanjiro.

(Title name:“Good Riddance”)

Plot summary: you manage to kill yandere Tanjiro, and you couldn’t be more happy about it.

This Contains: yandere themes, abductions, gore.

Note:Hittin’ ya with two posts today! We always see darling getting kidnapped and never being able to do anything about it… But what if they did? What if they managed to actually kill the yandere? Here’s my take on it! Also, first fanfic! Yay!

You don’t know how you did it.

You don’t know where this sort of strength and power came from.

You don’t even remember how you managed to get him like this.

But now, you can’t stop.

You can’t stop shoving the blade inside of his chest. You can’t stop admiring how blood is slowly staining his checkered clothing.

You can’t stop the overwhelming rage and desire to hurt him storming inside of you. You can’t even think straight, because all of your thoughts are reaching the same conclusion again, and again, and again.

Kill the bastard. Make him suffer. Make him ROT.

For ages you’ve spent cooped up in this small building, isolated from the outside world, unable to escape because of him. That sick, deceptive boy who made you believe he was a hero. Tanjiro…Tanjiro Kamado. That name brought only bitterness to you as you recited it in your head, and so the force of your blade stabbed deeper into his body.

He had saved you once from a demon attack, but he had gotten hurt terribly in the process. You tended to him as a way to repay him for what he did, cleaning his wounds and caring for his damaged body the best you could, and soon you and Tanjiro grew closer and closer together. He talked so sweetly to you, and you couldn’t help but sympathize for him and his sister. Like many, they had been through a lot and lost so much, and you appreciated him at the time that he was so willing to open up to you.

And then, he took a turn in personality, becoming clingy and possessive as your relationship with him grew. He began to touch you in ways that made you uncomfortable, but when he was confronted with this knowledge he would only mutter a half-assed apology and kept a distance between you two, only to resume his touching with you some time later.

Then, those touches lingered longer, and soon he began pushing you into a life of isolation where only you and him existed. It was suffocating. HE was suffocating. And soon, you began to distance yourself from him in any way you could. But that proved to be almost impossible.

Everywhere you went, he was there. Sometimes it was obvious, like seeing him in the same street and him approaching you, saying how he just happened to be there. But other times, he managed to conceal himself from you. Back then, you weren’t too sure why you felt sudden chills run down your spine, that uneasy feeling that made it seem like something was watching you.

Now, it made sense why you felt such a presence. He was there.

And of course, there was the manipulation. Every time you tried to pull away, Tanjiro retold the stories of his tragic life, making you pity him so you wouldn’t leave. He would go on about how happy you make him, how ever since he met you he’s felt so at peace with himself. How you’ve managed to quell the demons inside of him, the horrible voices and visions he has of his family. You made him complete, and a part of you couldn’t help but feel pitiful for him.

And then, there were others. Oh how he pulled you away from others just to keep your company on him. How he wouldn’t let go of your hand, how he HATED seeing other people, especially other men, talking and interacting with you. He always hid away that dark and territorial look through the veil of a friendly facade, sometimes you were even fooled into believing it.

Sometimes.

Finally, it became too much. Way too much. And your breaking point was when he began to practically sniff you. That, along with the touches that stayed too long and became far too intimate, was enough for you to break off the friendship you both had built. Or rather, the friendship Tanjiro tried desperately to keep whole and evolve, until he made it all crumble away.

“Look– Tanjiro, I can’t do this anymore. I’ve been trying really hard to be nice to you, but you’re… You’re just being a creep!” You blurted out, not attempting to hide the disgusted look on your face. The look of pain that washed over his usually bright features could make almost anyone feel pity for him, but not you. “Y-Y/N, what? I… I’m sorry, I just-” his words were halted when you spoke up again, not allowing him to finish his sentence, because all you wanted to do was leave already “I don’t care what excuse you have Tanjiro! I don’t, and never WILL, like you touching me like that!? I don’t wanna be friends anymore. Don’t look for me, don’t try and talk to me, just leave me alone!”You shouted, ready to run away as far as you can from him. “Y/N, please don’t say that! Just-” “No! Enough, I’m going!”. And then, everything changed for you.

You remember how he grabbed your wrist, refusing to let you leave. You remember how he restrained you, even when you tried to kick and scream, he merely held onto you, and knocked you out before anyone could see. When you awoke, you only saw darkness. Your wrists were tied and so were your legs. Your mouth was gagged, and your eyes were covered. It was only until a hand removed that blindfold did your sluggishness disappear. Because in front of you was the last person you ever wanted to see… Tanjiro.

You remembered how wide eyed he looked, spouting off apology after apology, going on about how he ‘had to do it’, how he couldn’t afford to lose you, how he loved you. How he was doing this for you. For us. Even when you struggled against the ropes, even when you spouted sounds of desperation, anger, fear, even when you were close to crying; he would say it was for your own good.

And he would say the same thing again and again, with guilty eyes and a shaking form, as he pelted your body with punishment after punishment for your behaviour and escape attempts. Even when you cried out in pain, or begged him to stop, Tanjiro would say the same thing over and over again. 'i’m sorry, but I have to do this. Please, Y/N, don’t make this harder then it needs to be…!’.

Eventually, you learned how to play along. You pretended, to love him, to care about him and his wellbeing. To comfort him when he needed it, to allow him to press his filthy lips against your skin, to embrace you in his arms after a long day. You were convincing, for he never suspected deception, and that you merely acted like he meant something to you. Or perhaps he was stuck in his fantasy land, delusionally thinking you truly cared about him.

How far from the truth he was. Because he would never know how far the hate and anger you harboured for him went.

You missed your home, your real home. You missed the others, family and friends, even strangers you had no real idea of, you missed them. You missed your old life, all you wanted was your old life. But that seemed like a distant dream now, as you were chained and bounded to the room you and him shared. A bird trapped in a cage was what you were, and the hope of escape grew smaller and smaller with each and every passing day.

So you’ll never forget the rush of happiness you had when a sharp knife presented itself to you during your roam about the house. Tanjiro had allowed you some freedom while he tended to his work, leaving you completely unoccupied by any eyes. He knew you didn’t know the area well, having kept you tightly locked in the confines of the building. And besides, he could always find you even if you tried to run away again, and the last thing either of you wanted was another punishment.

You held the knife in your hand as if it were an exotic treasure, which, in a way, was to you. The idea of finally escaping him through suicide was extremely appealing, as you’d not only leave him behind but also leave him in a world of utter despair at the sight of your corpse. You almost did it had it not been for another idea.

You wanted him to suffer, you wanted him to pay for stripping you of your freedom and humanity. Having found this knife against all odds brought you a spark of hope that had originally died out, a hope for freedom. A hope for vengeance. All you had to do was wait, and wait, and wait, until the opportunity opened itself to you.

And finally, FINALLY, your time had come. And it was marvelous, and it was grand, and it was so, so satisfying.

“Y…y/n..!-”stab, cut, slash… The sounds of his pained and dying voice were almost angelic, like it had been your first time hearing the melodies of music before. You looked into his eyes, those big and broken eyes, as you drove the blade deeper into his chest. Poor Tanjiro was struggling to breath, his eyes staring aimlessly into the void as all he could feel were his lungs being punctured and the taste of blood filling his mouth. His blood. “…y..y/n-” stab, gut, stab. Again and again you plunged that knife mercilessly into his body, tearing deeper into the holes of his organs while painting the blade, the floor, walls, and especially yourselves in the red shades of blood. He grabbed desperately at your clothing, feebly trying to get you off or stop you from killing him, but his motions were slow and weak; every last ounce of his energy gone.

The euphoria you felt when his eyes went dim and his sounds became silent was beyond anything you had ever experienced during your entire stay in this nightmare. The way his blood and tears stained his heartbroken face made him look like a morbid masterpiece. You heaved and huffed as you stabbed the knife one last time into his heart, before finally collapsing on your side. You were tired, having spent so much of your energy into murdering your abductor, but never had you felt so happy.

As you stared at the dead body of Tanjiro Kamado, your head began to clear up, and soon other thoughts consumed you. You didn’t know how you were going to make your way out of this foreign area. You didn’t know how you were going to fare should a demon or wild animal be lurking around. You didn’t know how you’d make your way back home. And you didn’t know how everyone would react when they would find his body here at this building, the beloved Tanjiro, murdered in cold blood.

But there was one thing you did know. You had avenged yourself and freed yourself from the shackles this man had placed on you. You had killed him, you were safe from him. And as your eyes looked into the side of his, you could only mutter a few words at the sight before you.

“Good riddance”.

W.I.PsList:

YandereByakuya with a delinquent S/O (requested) (Danganronpa)

YandereTeruteru with an S/O who doesn’t mind his obsessiveness (requested) (Danganronpa)

General Headcanons for young and older Aya Drevis with an S/O (self-indulgent) (Mad Father)

General Headcanons for Charlotte “Lottie” La Bouff with an S/O (self-indulgent) (Princess And The Frog)

General headcanons for Cooking Companions (self-indulgent) (Cooking Companions)

Male S/O practicing underwater bondage with Kukui (requested) (Pokémon)

BarryredeemingArchie’s son (requested) (Pokémon)

ObsessiveGyomei with an S/O he sees as god (self-indulgent) (Demon Slayer)

Being the favourite child of platonic yandere Abuela Alma (self-indulgent) (Encanto)

A deity reader making the KNY boys their plaything (self-indulgent) (Demon Slayer)

Yandere headcanons for Cove Holden (self-indulgent) (Our Life)

Yandere headcanons for Derek Suarez (self-indulgent) (Our Life)

YandereSokka&Katara with an older sibling (self-indulgent) (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

YandereRennala (self-indulgent) (Elden Ring)

Imagine:

Misao with a best friend

Plot summary: Imagine Misao with a best friend

This Contains: Mentions of bullying, sexual assault, and abuse. ❗❕ SPOILERS ❗❕

Note:For those unfamiliar, Misao is a character from the game of the same name. This will contain spoilers and mentions of some dark topics, so please be warned when reading this. Thank you!

• With a childhood best friend, she will open up much faster as opposed to one she made more recently. After what happens with kudoh though, she may become more shy and formal around you. Just tell her not to do that, treat her kindly, and she’ll return back to normal.
• Regardless though, once she does become your friend, especially your best friend, she’ll take to being near you and always wanting your company.
• With kudoh gone, she sees you as her only true friend. She’ll open up about her feelings, tell you things every now and then, but for the most part she enjoys the calm silence shared between you two.
• If you’re both timid personalities, you’ll definitely be a target for Yoshino’s bullying, although you may not receive the same severe treatment Misao will get/gets. You two comfort each other afterwards though, especially you caring for her. She appreciates it more then anything, it gives her the energy and will to keep going.
• Once it gets bad, however, she may not open up about how bad her bullying is. She doesn’t wanna bother you with what she’s going through, she doesn’t wanna relive those events. She just wants to be with you, comforted by you. That’s all she needs.
• If you’re more bold though, sticking up for Misao during those times of torment, she’ll absolutely adore you. She’ll often say you don’t need to help her, but she appreciates your efforts nonetheless.
• Of course, this will also cause the bullying to get worse quicker, Yoshino teasing Misao about her little partner not saving her this time. She’ll get especially nasty in this case, which will result in Misao sobbing into you and begging you to ‘make it stop hurting’.
• She loved you above all else in her sad, short life. When Tohma broke her heart, she came to you. When Saotome released her love poem, she came to you for comfort. When kudoh had fully rejected her, she came to you. You were almost always there for her.
• But again, you couldn’t be there all the time. And this would result in her death, and disappearance.
• Under her curse, she would punish everyone that had ever caused her suffering. Make them die a cruel and agonizing death.
• But even in her vengeful state, she would never bring herself to harm you. Instead, she wanted you to find her. Find her. FIND HER. That’s all that rang in your head, and that’s all she wants you to do.
• Even when you go and break her curse, she can’t bring herself to truly hate you. Instead, she can only cry in despair, asking you why this had to happen to her. Why did she have to die? Why did she have to suffer? She wanted to live a full, happy life; have a family, grow old. She didn’t do anything wrong, so why did she suffer such a cruel fate?
• You can’t give her the answers, but you can be here for her now. You comfort her the best you can, apologizing for not being there when she needed you the most. In this moment, she’ll cry once again; both out of sadness, but also out of joy, having missed you so, so much. It was bittersweet.
• She forgives you, but asks you one last thing. That you don’t forget her, because she won’t ever forget you. And with all of that, with your help and guidance, her spirit is finally able to rest peacefully.
• And you’ll wake up, as if everything was all a dream. Everyone that Misao had placed in the other school will be gone, seemingly wiped from existence. You’ll think it all a dream.
• But one look at the chalkboard in front of you will confirm that it wasn’t. The final message from Misao, your dearest friend.
• “thank you”

MISCELLANEOUSlist:

Male:

Imagine platonic yandere Mono with a friend (platonic)

Killing Yandere Tanjiro (“good riddance”) (‘romantic’)

Female:

Imagine Misao with a best friend (platonic)

Imagine platonic yandere Six with a friend (platonic)

Imagine platonic yandere Bayonetta with a dead S/O(platonic)

GNs: