𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

You’re made of 30 trillion cells, and every single one of them is obsessed with you.

♡ Yandere! Science Body x Fem. Reader. White Blood Cell, Red Blood Cell, Nerve Cell, Sperm Cell

♡ Word Count. 2,181

♡ Yandere! White Blood Cell who’s got the combat skills of a seasoned assassin and the personality of a game show host. Loud, unpredictable, and fundamentally bored unless there’s something—someone—to break apart on a microscopic level. His bloodstained gloves are a permanent accessory, a testament to his absolute dominion over intruders.

♡ Yandere! White Blood Cell who is adored and feared in equal measure, a hero to his fellow cells and a nightmare to anything foreign. He kills with a smirk, dragging the battle out for the thrill, for the tension, for the aesthetic. He likes his victories long, drawn-out, and personal. But oh, don’t let that fool you—his protection? It’s suffocating. He watches everyone like a hawk, like a beast surveying his territory, and god help you if you try to step out of line.

♡ Yandere! White Blood Cell who is the strongest immune system soldier, yet spends more time playing with his food than eliminating threats. He drags out his kills, letting pathogens beg before dissolving them into nothingness. Every microbe, bacteria, and virus trembles at the mere mention of him. But his colleagues? They just find him annoying.

♡ Yandere! White Blood Cell who is so powerful that other immune cells rely on him to take care of major infections, yet he treats it all like a joke. “Oh? A life-threatening virus? Haha, cute. Maybe I’ll get serious next time.” He always wins, so he doesn’t see a point in trying.

♡ Yandere! White Blood Cell who gets a little too excited when things go wrong in the body. A minor infection? Great, he gets to exercise his dominance. An all-out immune response? Fantastic, he can go all out. He wants to be needed, and if there’s no danger, he gets…bored. Bored enough to start seeing ‘threats’ where there aren’t any.

♡ Yandere! White Blood Cell who is convinced that you’re the most radiant, most perfect, most utterly healthy cell in existence. You’re so hardworking, so polite, so diligent! Always chatting with the neighboring cells, always helping out, always thriving. How does he know? Well, he may or may not have followed you home a few times. Just a few. He’s a White Blood Cell! Surveillance is part of the job! That’s just proper immunity protocol!

♡ Yandere! White Blood Cell who insists on escorting you wherever you go, whether it’s the bloodstream, the alveoli, or just across the plasma membrane for a break. He hovers. He looms. He grins in that insufferably cocky, easygoing way that makes every other cell seethe with jealousy. Why you? Why is he spending time with you?

He doesn’t let them question it.

“You’re so soft, you know that? You’re, like, too soft. What if you get damaged? I mean, sure, the Platelets can patch you up, but—do you really want to go through that? They’re weird little goblins, no offense.”

(Platelets: offended)

———

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who’s battle-hardened, scarred, and fundamentally exhausted, but he keeps going because the body needs him. He doesn’t stop. He’s the lifeline of the system, the ceaseless current of existence, a grim soldier marching forward no matter how battered he gets.

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who doesn’t take kindly to anyone messing with his routine. He delivers oxygen and picks up carbon dioxide with the precision of a war general, a hardened beast who’s learned not to waste time.

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who is the silent, brooding type, dragging oxygen like it’s the weight of the world on his back. He works tirelessly, traveling endless miles through the circulatory system without complaint. He never stops. Never rests. Never questions why he does it—until now.

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who doesn’t realize how dangerous he looks. Thick muscles, a permanently pissed-off expression, and a gait that makes other cells step aside. He’s just doing his job, yet somehow, he’s terrifying. There’s an aura around him—like he’s been through hell and barely crawled out. (Because he has.)

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who is built for efficiency and nothing else. He’s seen the worst the body has to offer—starvation, hemorrhages, dehydration. He’s watched his comrades die, crushed in capillary collapses, shredded in splenic filtering. And yet, he keeps moving. He always keeps moving.

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who doesn’t care about anything—until he does. And when he does, it’s obsessive. Protective. Suffocating. He’s carried oxygen for the body his whole life, but he would gladly throw it all away for one thing: purpose.

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who first meets you in the capillaries, a silent, dead-eyed cell standing by as he drops off his latest haul of oxygen. There’s something about the way you just stare at him, completely unimpressed by his Herculean efforts, that makes his interest spark. You’re weird. He likes that.

♡ Yandere! Red Blood Cell who doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s gruff and to the point. He doesn’t waste words. He doesn’t need to. Instead, he just… starts showing up wherever you are.

“I got extra oxygen. Take it.”

“That dumbass White Blood Cell keeps hovering around you. He’s annoying.”

“You need anything? Sugar? ATP?”

He has no idea why he’s doing this. You’re just a normal cell. So, what’s wrong with him?

———

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who runs the system like a cruel emperor, his influence spanning from the highest synaptic courts to the darkest spinal backstreets. His word is law. His impulse is execution. His control is absolute. He thrives in chaos, orchestrating the electrical storms that dictate every heartbeat, every breath, every whisper of sensation that slithers through the body’s vast empire. His voice commands movement, pleasure, pain—and he enjoys the latter far more than he should. If you’re feeling a little too comfortable, he’ll fix that.

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who rules with both unshakable authority and insatiable amusement, a tyrant clad in synaptic fire. His enemies are erased in an instant, lost to the vast abyss of neurotransmitter slaughterhouses where rogue signals go to die. He touches everything, feels everything—a god within the body, both feared and worshiped, his name whispered like an unspeakable curse. No one defies him. No one dares to.

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who thinks of himself as the mastermind behind everything. He’s the reason the body moves, thinks, breathes. Every reaction, every thought—it all comes from him. He doesn’t just exist in the body. He is the body.

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who operates at lightning speed, sending signals faster than anyone can react. He is the architect of every twitch, every instinct, every pleasure and pain. He can shut down an organ on a whim. Make a limb useless. Flood the bloodstream with stress or dopamine. His power is absolute, and he knows it.

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who is a sadist in every sense of the word. He enjoys overstimulation. He enjoys pushing the body to its limits, making pain linger just a little longer than necessary. He could make agony last for days or disappear in an instant. It all depends on his mood.

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who is convinced he is the most powerful being in the entire body, and he’s right. The brain is just an over-glorified think tank. The limbs, mere puppets. The heart? Beating only because he permits it.

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who is instantly, completely obsessed with you the moment he registers your existence. He doesn’t know why. Something about you sets his receptors alight. You’re… intriguing. The way you process information, the way you interact with others. There’s something off about you, and that’s what makes it so delicious.

♡ Yandere! Nerve Cell who delights in messing with you. He doesn’t touch you—not physically—but his presence alone is suffocating. He sends electric signals just a little too close to you. He lingers at synapses, watching your reactions with an amused smirk.

“You’re different,” he murmurs, voice a low hum of neurotransmitters firing with amusement. “I can tell. I know things, you see.”

You stare back at him, utterly unimpressed.

And he likes it.

———

♡ Yandere! Sperm Cell who is the last surviving remnant of an apocalyptic battlefield. A soldier from a war waged with billions, a king among dead men. Unlike the others, he lived. He reached the final gate, clawed his way past the carnage of fallen brothers, and found himself alone in a kingdom meant for only one.

♡ Yandere! Sperm Cell who is obsessed with victory, purpose, and legacy. He was born to conquer, born to rule, and even in the silence of his domain, he remains restless. He was built for war, after all. His instincts demand another battlefield, another conquest, another war worth fighting. He doesn’t just want to win—he needs to.

♡ Yandere! Sperm Cell who is disturbingly patient. He waits. He watches. He knows when to strike, when to push forward, when to seize the opportunity. He has a single purpose, a single drive, a single goal. And nothing—nothing—will stop him from achieving it.

♡ Yandere! Sperm Cell who is a self-righteous, holier-than-thou elitist, parading around with the smug assurance that he is destined for greatness. Among billions, only one will reach the ovum—only one will achieve immortality. And if that isn’t a god complex waiting to happen, nothing is.

♡ Yandere! Sperm Cell who sees the world through a lens of inevitability. He is special. Chosen. Designed for something higher. His entire life is a race, a battle for dominance. Every interaction is another step toward the grand victory that is fertilization.

♡ Yandere! Sperm Cell who decides that you—you—are the most fascinating thing he’s ever encountered. You’re intelligent, calculating, eerily calm. You’re not like the other cells. You’re… superior. And he is the only one worthy of you.

♡ Yandere! Sperm Cell who goes on long, arrogant monologues about his greatness. He’s the elite. The progenitor of future generations. You should be honored to have his attention.

“Don’t look at the Red Blood Cell like that. He’s beneath you. Beneath us.”

“What do you mean I don’t ‘own’ you? We’re meant to be. Biologically speaking.”

“Stop talking to the White Blood Cell. I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

He doesn’t know what it is about you that makes him so unhinged. All he knows is that you’re the only thing in this body worth his time.

———

You were never supposed to exist. Not like this. Not in a body that functioned under strict regulations, ruled by laws of survival and duty. You were a mistake—a single deviation in the grand machine of biological order. And yet, you thrived.

You had always known what you were. It was funny, in a morbid way. How long had you been living among them? Playing the role of a good, obedient cell, masquerading as one of their own? The white blood cells had welcomed you, the red blood cells had carried you along in the river of their endless, tireless work. The nerve cells whispered secrets to you, never questioning why you could listen. Even the sperm cells, arrogant and self-righteous in his pursuit of singular purpose, had never doubted your existence.

They were fools. Every single one of them.

The body was an empire built on routine, blind loyalty, and unquestioned servitude. You had watched them, day after day, rushing through their little lives, following their preordained purposes like insects in a hive. White Blood Cells slaughtered invaders without hesitation. Red Blood Cells carried their burdens without complaint. Nerve Cells transmitted information without bias. Sperm Cells—well, they had one job, and they did it with single-minded determination.

And then there was you.

The anomaly.

The rogue element.

The cancer.

A cell that did not die when it was meant to. A cell that did not follow orders, did not bow to the greater good of the body. A cell that refused to perish, that replicated beyond necessity, multiplying, growing, consuming.

You had smiled at them. Laughed with them. Played along, a cog in their great system, their trusted neighbor.

And all the while, you had been spreading.

They didn’t know. Not yet. But soon, they would.

You had built an empire of your own. A hidden kingdom in the dark, beneath the surface of their perfect, controlled world. A tumor swelling in the shadows, waiting, watching. An army of yourself, thriving, multiplying, waiting for the moment to consume everything they held dear.

They loved you. They trusted you. Some of them even obsessed over you.

How tragic. How hilarious.

The truth was, the body had already lost. They just didn’t know it yet.

You tilt your head, observing the world you had infiltrated with a quiet, eerie amusement. The White Blood Cell who adored you, the Red Blood Cell who protected you, the Nerve Cell who worshipped you, the Sperm Cell who sought to claim you—they were all insignificant now.

Because soon, there would be nothing left but you.

After all, what is a body to a cancer?

♡ A/N. Yes, the cells have sexes here. This is fiction.

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