Corruption (Yandere Various x Reader)

Yandere! Yuno x Reader /Close Call/

A/N: This one was harder than I expected, especially since Yuno has a personality that is hard to pin down – like trying to catch an eel with your hands. Not to mention that Black Clover has some so stereotypical characters that they manage to make 3D, and often too many of them. Also, I decided to take a whole different approach with this story. For anybody more versed in psychology than I, could you please tell me if my portrayal of PTSD isn't too far off the bat?

Aside of that, you can now go and find we on Tumblr under the link below. There I'll go answering questions and other minor things.

The feelings lingered like ghosts. Akin to fetters they binded you and threatened to pull you down into the dark depths. In some cases, the past was really like one of those monsters from the horror stories – a waterlogged corpse clawing at you with undead fingers to drag you to the ocean floor.

It never passed – he had just left such a lasting impression on you. Somehow, he was everywhere. Yuno was there in your dreams, inflicting things upon you that caused you to wake up panting and drenched in cold sweat.

He was omnipresent in the manner he clung in a clammy sheen on you and was somehow constantly and inconveniently at the edge of your vision – especially when you thought you were safe. When the wind rustled through the leaves of the forest you could almost hear him reprimand you:

"You thought you could really best me? Your magic is but a pitiful spark."

Sharp and cutting like winter gales as per usual. Somewhere he was right, if in a very convoluted way. Ever since he had started tearing at your mind your grasp on your own manna had slipped – you were too ravaged by emotions to properly channel your magic. Thick as your grimoire was, it was now useless and sitting in its holster by your hip, it almost felt like it was rotting there.

Would you ever be able to use it again?

A breeze weaved through your hair as you trekked through the forest, and it made you shiver. Yuno would do that to you all the time, an affectionate gesture coming from a stoic. In the beginning and when he had been in one of his better moods later on, at least.

There had been instances when he had been so unbelievably gentle that you had promptly disregarded all of his crimes. How could a monster become so enchanting with such a simple smile. Maybe because great often means terrible and power often magnifies a person's vices and thus lead to decay.

Or maybe you had just grown cynical. So cynical that you didn't even want to take up the responsibility that was yourself. They had been your emotions and while you weren't to blame it didn't mean that your behaviour could be excused.

Either way, you had to continue with your journey, even if it was just slow and steady. At this point, you couldn't trust anybody or anything, least of all your own magic, not to give you away.

He wasn't the wizard king, not playful and fair and certainly not completely selfless. As much as you told yourself he wouldn't be the next, a part of you insisted that was just another transparent lie you told yourself so that you had sleep at night. The orphan was a prodigy, the wind made manifest and laced with good fortune.

Would he ever find you? Anxiously you clung to hope and prayed daily to the manna that he wouldn't. Constantly, you here haunted by nightmares of his wrath, of a hurricane hurtling through your blood and wind. Magic wasn't supposed to be capable of such feats, yet the irrational part of your brain would have none of that.

Would he stop searching for you?

Never!

"Wanted alive at all costs!" the ransom posters screamed in the villages you went through. Bold black announced your name and the hefty sum of gold that would be spilled should you be retrieved. On the picture they had elected to use, you appeared deciding dangerous as a way to encourage so dutiful Clover Kingdom citizens to capture you. As if you were such a threat.