A Kindling, Of Sorts [DISCONTINUED]

150+ hearts special (Quotev): Dream-Team!

As expected, this is the 150+ hearts special I mentioned, I'm really sorry that this took so long to get done! This is just gonna be a general headcanons/imagines mixed with short/long one-shots with some of our yanderes, nothing too special. None of this is 'canonical' to the story you're reading, this is just a one-off chapter. Be wary of the TWs' in the warning chapter as they still apply. On that note, enjoy!

Dream - Me and the Devil. (Soap&Skin)

"Early this morning, when you knocked upon my door, and I say; 'Hello, Satan', I believe, it's time to go..."

「 Extra warnings: Sadism, stalking, obsessive behaviour, sight implied NSFW 」

Dream is, quite obviously, a heavily obsessive, manipulative, stalker yandere

He finds it hard to get close to people, viewing the majority of the people surrounding him as useless and irrelevant. So, when he stumbled upon someone who manages to light up his monochrome world with a simple laugh or smile, he gains a bit more faith in the world

Stalking is his go-to, even with an eerie, bone-white mask covering his scarred and disfigured face, of which sticks out like a sore thumb, you are never going to catch him wandering ever so close to you with a day-dream like look on his face

After having caught his eye, you are never sleeping peacefully again, you'll always be haunted by the feeling of eyes staring into your soul

His superiority complex, which borders a God complex at this point, is something he's not afraid to hide, so, when you bruise your knee on the side of a table or scratch yourself on a bramble, your muffled grunts of pain are a melody comparable to Lacrimosa

Sadist all the way, he cares as much as any other boy does with something a little more than a crush, but fear and pain is what he feeds on, he thrives on it

He never apologises for his actions and I mean never, even if he is in the wrong and it's so plainly obvious, he has a way with words, to say the least

Even if you noticed his manipulation you would still fall into his words like a fly to a flytrap, stuck in his embrace till death and probably beyond

He makes up scenarios in his head of you much more than he'd like to admit

A boring mandatory court session of listening to the royal advisories blabber on about training turns into a daydream session of imaginary hugs, kisses, longing touches and a little bit more

The only way you'd catch him blushing is his ears, they turn bright red when he's around you

He's not known as a merciless, cold and power-seeking man for nothing. His sweet side is almost purely reserved for you, but it feels fake; as sweet as a ripe cherry but as sour as a grapefruit

If he finds someone looking at you in a way he doesn't agree with (man or woman) expect him to dig up any sort of criminal record and find their name on the public list of those to be executed.

Dream doesn't give two shits whether he can get close to you or not, the highlight of his day is seeing your face; that's all he needs

Until it's not

Although, he would never hurt your friends (despite his urges to slit their necks, hang them, tear off each and every one of their fingernails-). He's even talked with a few of them in a small attempt to get to know you from afar without being creepy

He'd find ways to get into your house, whether you live in one of the more public areas in the empire or out by the fields, if someone questioned him, he'll find an excuse to push blame away from himself