Yandere One-Shots (Volume 6)

Yandere Weiss Schnee X Scarecrow Male Reader

(The moon hung high above Atlas, casting a cold, silvery glow over the Schnee Manor. Its regal spires and grand architecture loomed large, a symbol of wealth, power, and control. But within its walls, a dangerous game was being played—a game that involved two people from vastly different worlds.)

(Y/N—once known as the Scarecrow, the Master of Fear—had left Gotham behind long ago. The twisted streets of his former home were now a distant memory, as were the days when he had been consumed by his obsession with fear. After all the chaos, the battles with Batman, and his reigns of terror, he had vanished from Gotham, taking his expertise in fear and psychology with him.)

(Now, he found himself in a new world, one far removed from Gotham's shadowy corners. A world of Huntsmen and Huntresses, of Grimm and Dust. And in this world, he had found a new place for himself—not as the Scarecrow, but as Y/N, a man who understood the depths of the human mind.)

(But one thing hadn't changed—he was still drawn to the darker parts of life. And in Atlas, in the pristine world of Weiss Schnee, he found something unexpected.)

(From the moment Weiss had met Y/N, something in her had shifted. She, the ice-cold heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, had always maintained control—over her family, over her destiny, over her emotions. But when she had crossed paths with Y/N, something had melted that control.)

(It had started innocently enough. Weiss, the elegant and refined Huntress, had been fascinated by Y/N's mind. His knowledge of fear, of manipulation, of how to unravel even the strongest psyche, had captivated her. She had never met anyone like him—someone who could speak so calmly about things that would make most people's skin crawl.)

(At first, she told herself it was curiosity. But soon, that curiosity had morphed into something darker, something possessive. Y/N was hers, she decided. No one else could understand him like she did. No one else could see the brilliance of his mind, the beauty of the way he saw the world. He had left his past behind, but Weiss wanted to embrace it. She didn't want the Y/N who had turned his back on fear. She wanted the Scarecrow. The man who once held Gotham City in his palm, who could reduce even the strongest to trembling wrecks with a single dose of his fear toxin.)

(And she wanted him all to herself.)

(Y/N stood in the grand hall of the Schnee Manor, his hands tucked into the pockets of his long coat as he gazed up at the portraits of Weiss's ancestors. His mind wandered, always analyzing, always calculating. Even in this new world, his instincts as the Scarecrow hadn't faded. He could see the cracks in the Schnee family's power, the tiny weaknesses that could be exploited with just a little pressure.)

(But that wasn't why he was here. Weiss had invited him, as she often did, and he had come—out of curiosity, if nothing else.)

Weiss: (comes in) You seem lost in thought.

Y/N: Just thinking about how different your world is from mine. And how similar.

Weiss: You're always so serious, Y/N. But I like that about you. It's what drew me to you in the first place.

Y/N: Drew you to me?

Weiss: Of course. You're not like anyone else I've ever met. You understand fear—true fear—in a way no one else can. It's fascinating.

(Y/N knew that look in her eyes. It was the same look he had seen in countless others back in Gotham—the look of obsession. He had used it to manipulate people before, to bend them to his will. But with Weiss, it was different. She wasn't someone easily controlled. In fact, it felt like she was the one trying to control him.)

Y/N: You have a strange fascination, Weiss. Most people would run from it.

Weiss: (smiles) But I'm not most people, am I? I don't run from things. I embrace them. And you... you have so much potential, Y/N. You've left your past behind, but I think you're more powerful than ever.

Y/N: What are you getting at?

Weiss: You were the Scarecrow. You could turn the strongest men into cowards with nothing but a gas mask and a syringe. But here, in this world, you could be so much more.

Y/N: (eyes narrow) And what exactly do you want from me, Weiss?

Weiss: I want you by my side. I want to see the fear you can inspire in people here. I want us to be together, to control everything. Atlas, Remnant... no one would stand a chance against us.

(Y/N felt a chill run down his spine, not from fear, but from the realization of just how deep Weiss's obsession ran. She didn't just want to be with him—she wanted to own him, to mold him back into the Scarecrow, but with her at his side, pulling the strings.)

Weiss: You don't have to answer now. (whispers) But know that I won't let you slip away. You're mine, Y/N. You always have been.

(Y/N said nothing, his mind racing. He knew what this was—what she was. A yandere. Her love for him had twisted into something darker, something possessive and dangerous. But even as he considered walking away, a part of him couldn't help but be intrigued. Perhaps, in this world, there was still room for the Scarecrow. Weiss leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered.)

Weiss: And if anyone tries to take you from me, Y/N... I'll make sure they regret it.

(Her words hung in the air like a promise—a threat wrapped in affection. Y/N remained still, his mind calculating the best way to deal with her. He had dealt with obsessed individuals before, but Weiss was different. She was powerful, resourceful, and utterly devoted to him in the most dangerous way possible. And somehow, that made her all the more intriguing.)