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Ramblings ahead. Feel free to skip over them and go straight to the fic. Just needed to express some feelings about this one before getting into it.
So, I just wanted to say, that I tried very hard not to turn this into a
Yandere fic, but with this prompt, it was pretty difficult not to. This
one isn’t my usual style, and I honestly don’t think I’ll write Blue’s
character like this again. He came off as a bit of a brat, and I don’t really like that sort of characterisation of him. I may just not have written him very well, but I’ll let you guys be the judge of that! Overall though, I’m not entirely sure how I did with this—I honestly spent
the longest on this one because I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to approach
it. I went with the Yandere style in the end, but I’m not sure if I really did
it justice! D:
Anyway, I
hope you still enjoy! Yandere stuff isn’t really my thing, but I know some people like it, and I can appreciate that!
(I would also just like to note
that I’m not trying to romanticise this kind of relationship at all. The kind
of possessiveness I’m portraying here is very unhealthy. So yeah, warnings for
possessive behaviour, emotional manipulation, and coerced social isolation. Also, there is a very brief, non-graphic description of violence, but it’s nothing too heavy. It’s in the last italicised paragraph if anyone wants to skip it!)
Blue turned the knife over in his hand, the silver blade concealed
behind his back as he smiled sweetly, examining Edge, who was kneeling before
him. ‘So, have you come to a decision?’
Edge nodded, his head remaining bowed. ‘I have.’
‘And?’ Blue stepped forward, delicately hooking two fingers
beneath Edge’s chin and tilting his face upward. ‘Will you be joining me? Or
are you my enemy?’
Edge was silent, the seconds ticking by as Blue awaited his
answer. Eventually, he looked up, holding Blue’s gaze steadily. ‘I will not be
joining you, Captain.’
Blue remained motionless for a moment, watching Edge as he searched
for any sign of uncertainty, despite knowing he wouldn’t find any. Finally, he
nodded, drawing away. ‘I see,’ he said, humming his acknowledgement and pushing
down the flicker of rage within him. ‘So you are my enemy then. Such a pity.’
Edge’s eyes went wide as Blue revealed the knife, not hesitating as he sliced
it across Edge’s throat. He leaned in as Edge collapsed, a sick smile twisting
across his face. ‘Because if I can’t have you, no one can.’
“Blue, you bastard!” Edge cried,
shoving Blue off the sofa as the cutscene ended and his screen displayed the
game over text. “You promised you wouldn’t kill me if I changed teams!”
Blue giggled, scrambling back
onto the sofa as Edge glared at him. “Well, you promised you wouldn’t betray
me! Fair is fair, Edge!” The taller skeleton mumbled something unsavoury under
his breath, and Blue frowned. “Hey! There will be no cursing in my living room.
Even for losers!” He grinned as Edge pinned him with a cold stare, before
rolling his eyes and rising from the sofa.
“Fine,” he said, looking
resolute. “I suppose we’d better go to your bedroom, then. I’m allowed to curse
there, right?” Blue felt his cheekbones heating, and he glared as Edge smirked
at him.
Still, he wasn’t about to let his
victory be tainted by Edge’s callous flirting, and he puffed himself up,
standing and meeting Edge’s gaze. “Very well! I’m certain we can find another
game to play.” Blue only realised the implications of his words after they’d
left his mouth, and if the crimson blush that spread across Edge’s face was any
indication, he’d heard it too. While Blue was a little embarrassed by his slip,
he always enjoyed seeing Edge blush. He quickly cleared his throat, shaking his
head with a laugh. “Well, what I meant was—we could play chess. Or…”
“Oh—there’s no need to worry
yourself, Blue,” Edge said, quickly, smiling despite the magic that still
coloured his cheekbones. “I’m meeting Razz to discuss some…” he grimaced,
“business matters, so I should probably get going.”
Blue tried not to let the dejection
show on his face. A sick twist of jealousy formed in his soul, and he
swallowed, trying his best to force a smile. “Oh. Of course.” Even to himself,
his words sounded stiff. He shook his head, laughing in a way that didn’t sound
anywhere near light-hearted. “I mean—you did only just get here, but that’s
fine.” Blue glanced away from Edge, gritting his teeth slightly against the
anger boiling within him. Blue hated it when Edge went back to his awful
world—and visiting someone as abhorrent as Razz was almost twice as bad. An
even darker part of Blue feared that Edge preferred the company of that awful
copy of him, but he did his best to push the thought down, reassuring himself
that Edge had better taste than that.
He caught sight of the flicker of
guilt on Edge’s face, and the beginnings of uncertainty crossing his features.
“I’m sorry, Blue. I…” He looked uncomfortable, scratching his shoulder as he
glanced at the door.
Blue could tell he was starting
to question himself, and he smiled sweetly, shaking his head. “It’s no bother,
Edge! You are my best friend, but
that doesn’t mean we can’t spend time apart. Go, if it’s what you really want.”
Blue held Edge’s gaze, observing the exact moment that his resolve seemed to
cave.
He sighed, shaking his head and
smiling at Blue. “No, it’s alright. I did only just get here—I can just
reschedule. I’ll stay.”
Blue’s soul fluttered in his
chest, and he grinned, feeling triumphant. Before Edge could react, Blue was
throwing his arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. “Oh, Edge, thank you!
I promise to make our time together worthwhile.” He looked up at a slightly
startled Edge, giggling at the pale crimson blush on his cheeks. “Now,” he
said, taking Edge’s hand and guiding him towards the stairs, “how about we go
upstairs and play a game?” Blue knew full well that his words alone would be
enough to make Edge blush—and he took every opportunity to use it to his
advantage. He enjoyed seeing the normally rigid skeleton thrown slightly off
guard, especially if it meant Blue got to see him looking so flustered.
Edge gave a small laugh, Blue’s
soul leaping at the sound. Still blushing, Edge said, “Alright, Blue. Let’s see
if I feel like letting you win again.”
Blue shot Edge a glare over his
shoulder as he led him to his bedroom. “You and I both know I earned my
victory! It’s not my fault you were foolish enough to betray me!” Blue couldn’t
deny, a small part of him had been hurt by the fact that Edge had chosen not to
remain on his team—despite the fact that it was only a silly video game. If
Edge noticed the veiled hint of grudging in Blue’s tone however, he didn’t
comment, only giving another soft chuckle, and regarding Blue with something
akin to endearment. The look made Blue’s soul warm a little, and he smiled to
himself, feeling assured that Edge had simply turned against Blue for the sake
of the game.
As Blue scrambled through the
various puzzles in his desk drawer in search of his chessboard, Edge sat on his
bed, glancing around the room curiously. “Your room is in pristine condition,
Blue,” he commented. “It’s rather refreshing being in the presence of a Sans
who isn’t happy to live in his own squalor.”
Blue preened, a faint dusting of
cyan colouring his cheeks. “Well, of course it is!” he said, beaming. “I always
look after the things I care about.” He met Edge with a pointed look, but the
taller skeleton only frowned in mild confusion. Blue shook his head, releasing
a small laugh as he extracted his chessboard. “Anyway, let’s play. So I can
defeat you again!”
He grinned, plopping down beside
Edge on the bed and laying out the chessboard and pieces. Before long, they
were both deeply enthralled by the intense match. A lot of concentration always
went into their games, and Blue found it refreshing playing chess against
someone other than his brother for a change. As much as he loved Stretch, he
had an awful tendency to allow Blue to win simply out of fear of upsetting him.
Blue couldn’t help but admire the
enraptured expression Edge always wore when he was concentrating. He liked
this, when it was just the two of them. He loved having Edge’s undivided
attention—and even more than that, he loved to have Edge close by. It always
pained him to see Edge go back to his own barbaric world, always leaving Blue
with the unsettling fear that he might never see him again. But right now, in
Blue’s presence, Edge was safe, and Blue relished in that fact.
Their game passed without event
for about ten minutes or so, until Edge broke the silence by saying, “So, I,
uh… have a date tonight.”
Blue’s gaze shot up from the
board, a wild fury igniting in his soul. Edge was looking sheepish, blushing
again. But this time, Blue felt no sense of affection at the sight, only a cold
anger and betrayal deep in his soul. He tried to push it back, smoothing over
his features into a wide, but very forced, smile. “Oh. How nice.” Blue could
hear the stiffness of his own voice, but considering the almost overwhelming
urge to lash out he was experiencing, he considered it a victory.
Edge shrugged half-heartedly,
eyes still fixed on the board. “I suppose.”
Blue narrowed his eye sockets
slightly. Edge didn’t sound particularly enthused at the prospect of his date.
That was… promising. Forcing his most saccharine smile back onto his face, Blue
tilted his head inquisitively. “Who is it? Surely no one could possibly be
great enough to meet your standards!”
A weak smile crossed Edge’s
features, and he shook his head, still not looking up. “It’s no one really,
just someone I met up in the Capital.”
Blue’s smile faltered slightly,
and his soul lurched uncomfortably. “The Capital in… your world?” Edge nodded
wordlessly, his attention still on the chessboard. But by now, Blue had all but
forgotten the game, a foul jealousy resurfacing within him. “Edge, are you
certain you don’t want to just cancel it?” Edge finally looked up, cocking a
brow bone in dubiety. Blue quickly shook his head, laughing dryly. “Well, of
course it’s your decision, but I’m only telling you this because I care about
you. I just—I don’t want to see you get hurt.” I don’t want you to leave me, Blue wished he could say.
“Don’t worry about me, Blue,”
Edge said, smiling reassuringly. “I can take care of myself, you know that.”
But Blue felt anything but
convinced, frowning up at Edge. He was beginning to feel frustrated. Why wasn’t
Edge listening to him? Couldn’t he tell that Blue was only trying to protect
him? “I only want what’s best for you,” Blue said, his voice strained. “I hate
seeing you go back to that—to that vile place
you call home. I—I just want to keep you safe.” Blue could feel his control and
patience beginning to dwindle. Even as Edge placed a gentle hand on Blue’s arm,
meeting his gaze with sympathy, he could feel the cruel twist of malcontent in
his chest.
“It’s alright, Blue,” Edge
soothed, looking slightly troubled by the expression on Blue’s face. “I know
that you do. I understand what it’s like, but—”
“No, you don’t understand!” Blue
cried, finally snapping. “You don’t know what it’s like watching your best
friend abandon you day after day! You don’t know what it’s like feeling as if
the world is trying to steal him away from you!”
Edge looked stunned, flinching
slightly as Blue watched him, furious tears building in his eye sockets. “Blue,
I—I’m sorry, I never realised—”
“I’m so sick of feeling like you
don’t care about me!” Blue could no longer control the tirade of frustration he
was letting out—finally speaking the words he never thought he’d dare utter.
“I—I don’t want anyone else to have you. I
want you. I want you to be mine! I
want you to—” Suddenly, Blue broke off, realising he’d said too much. Edge was
looking alarmed, something almost fearful crossing his face. Blue felt panic
rising within him, and he quivered, allowing the tears to flow freely down his
face. “Oh, Edge I—I’m so sorry!” he whimpered, shaking his head. “I—I don’t
know what came over me, I’m sorry. Oh, stars, I shouldn’t have—”
“Blue, stop, it’s…” Edge
hesitantly reached out, and Blue could see his hands shaking slightly. “It’s
okay. I’m right here. It’s fine—I’m right here with you.”
Blue
watched Edge for only a moment before pressing forward, burying his face in
Edge’s chest. He clung tightly onto Edge, as if he might be snatched away at
any moment. Blue needed this. He
needed Edge. He needed to feel his presence. It felt right. And Blue never
wanted to let go.
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