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ddarker-dreams · 11 months

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Waning Moon.

Yan Giorno x F Reader. Commissioned piece.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, religions symbolism and codependency (???). Word count: 3k.

You don’t remember it being this difficult to stay up late.

As a child, the concept was so novel that the excitement alone sustained you. Streetlamps illuminated a world that fell into stasis until the sun poked its head over in the east, all creation held its breath in anticipation. You’d settle into this valley between loneliness and the closest you’d ever get to peace.

There was only you and that was frightening.

There was only you and that was comforting.

As an adult, staying up late requires intentionality, willpower, and caffeine. Lots of caffeine.

The allure of courting a silent relationship with the moon might not be as mystifying, but the charm isn’t entirely lost with age. It has remained constant while you endured an upheaval you never expected. Constants become anchors in an otherwise restless sea. Come what may, you know this for certain — the moon will rise every night over a villa whose doors don’t unlock at your behest.

Sighing, you shut the book in your hands and rub your eyes. You haven’t been able to retain any of the words on the pages. It reminds you of those late nights spent hunched over at your desk, diligently studying for the esame di stato. Whenever you began to doze off, you’d chastise yourself; this pertained to your future, after all. Never could you have fathomed your life would unravel the way it did.

It’s this bitter sentiment that makes you question what exactly you’re trying to accomplish here.

Is it boredom that’s encouraged this desire to stick your nose in Giorno’s affairs? Spite? You cannot say for certain.

For a week now (you presume, at least, keeping track of the days has lost its luster), the individual who uprooted your life has been notably absent. No matter how tumultuous his affairs were, he made it a point to at least join you for breakfast or dinner, if not both. Such is his wish to lend an air of normalcy to this dubious union. Lately, you’ve only seen him in passing, as if he were a specter haunting the hall and not the man who holds the deed.

What remained consistent, however, is his return to your shared bedroom to sleep. Physiological needs are the great equalizer. You don’t know how, but he can slip into bed without waking you. Had it not been for the wrinkled bed sheets and the lingering aroma of cologne come morning, you never would’ve known he’d been there.

You thought if you stayed up long enough, you might entertain a conversation that lasted longer than a few minutes. Morbid curiosity is a surprisingly strong motivator.

Unfortunately, reality rarely aligns with your hopes. It’s currently three in the morning and there’s been no sign of Giorno. You refasten your silk robe upon standing, appraising the master suite for some means to preoccupy yourself. It’s when your weary eyes land on the canopy bed that your resolve is tested. Really, what is it you’re trying to do? Have a heart-to-heart with the man who controls the country from the shadows? Get in a few more sarcastic quips before calling it a day?

It’s this challenge to your original design that has you walking over to your side of the bed.

That is, until your name is spoken by the door.

You freeze where you stand, feeling akin to a child caught with one hand in the cookie jar. You never gave much thought to if you’re breaking some unspoken rule by dilly-dallying all night. At the very least, Giorno wouldn’t appreciate the damage to your health. He’s never harsh with his chastising — if you can even call it that — but you’re in uncharted territory. A week of sleeping three to four hours could make a sinner of the most steadfast saint.

He repeats your name, likely assuming you didn’t hear him the first time, and you swallow thickly.

“I, um…” you trail off, playing with the ends of your hair, “I just felt like… walking around…?”

It occurs to you then that he never asked what you were doing, he simply said your name. This unprompted confession paired with your conspicuous body language paints you in a guilty light.

Silence hangs in the room.

You count the seconds as they trudge by — seven, eight, nine — each addition feeling as if they’re intensifying gravity. Threatened by the prospect of being crushed beneath this force, you pivot, forcing yourself to face him and better gauge your situation. A mannequin that’d just been brought to life would move far more naturally than you.

Turquoise eyes stare back. They’re inquisitive, maybe, but not scrutinizing. You visibly relax.

“So I didn’t wake you?”

You shake your head.

“Was there something you needed, then?”

You’re about to shake your head again when the clouds outside part.

Silvery shades flood the room and envelop Giorno’s side profile. It illuminates his countenance, from the soft curls of his golden hair to his rosy lips and sharp jawline. You’ve become familiar with his features throughout the years. That’s why the slightest deviation catches your attention, as if you were an antiquarian charged with determining if a piece of art were fake or genuine. His complexion is duller and bags are forming beneath his eyes.

“You look exhausted,” you remark.

“Isn’t that considered a rude thing to say to someone?” is his reply.

You frown at his lighthearted tone. He’s still wearing a suit, which means whatever he came back from was business related. From this distance, you feel there are details you’re still missing, so you close the gap. It’s unusual to be near Giorno — especially of your own volition — yet this burning need to make sense of things spurs you on. Standing before him, you narrow your eyes. He finds your behavior far too perplexing to speak.

You’ve always felt Giorno possesses an otherworldly quality that sets him apart from the common rabble, yourself included. This quiet magnetism, steadfast determination, and insightfulness forged from a life of having the odds stacked against him. Consequently, the fact he’s made of flesh and blood often eludes you. So ingrained in your mind is this concept of him being on a pedestal, high and untouchable as Michelangelo’s David. The present predicament is at odds with this lofty image.

His skin is warm when you take his hand in yours. So he isn’t made of Carrara marble, then.

Giorno does nothing to challenge your uncharacteristic boldness when you lead him to your destination. By your prompting, he sits on the bed’s edge, utterly transfixed on the link that connects your bodies. It’s like the simple contact placed a spell over him. You take a seat by his side, retrieving your hand while you do so. He almost reaches to take it back before thinking better of it.

“There must be something pretty serious going on,” you point out. “What is it?”

“It’s… a heavy subject matter. I wouldn’t want to unnecessarily burden you.”

You hold up your left hand for him. In doing so, the diamond on your wedding ring catches the moonlight and gleams. “Is this just for show, then? Marriage is about sharing burdens.”

He chuckles softly, though there’s a certain melancholy to the sound. “I thought you didn’t like to consider me your husband.”

“The Catholic Church frowns on divorce. Now, enough with trying to change the subject,” you maintain unwavering eye contact. “There are a lot of people who rely on Passione, and you, by extension. You keep the worst of things in check. I might have my… reservations about the specifics, but even I can’t deny that.”

Taking a deep breath, you add, “So, if talking might help you, then… talk. There’s too much at stake to get caught up in petty feelings.”

For a moment, he closes his eyes, contemplating. He’s always been one to indulge you whenever he can, especially since you rarely ask for anything.

“Alright. I’ll tell you on one condition, although I must insist on not getting into the details.”

You squirm in your seat. “And said condition is…?”

There’s a mischievous tint to his eyes when he reopens them. “Have you been waiting for me all night? Answer truthfully.”

“I haven’t—!”

“Truthfully, [First].”

You huff and cross your arms over your chest. “... Yes.”

Instead of teasing you, as he enjoys doing, he gives you a gentle smile. The kind he reserves solely for you. He squeezes your hand but doesn’t allow his touch to overstay its welcome. He could take so much more from you and still, he exercises restraint. Is it because it’d shatter the illusion that he was doing all of this to ‘keep you safe’ if he acted on carnality? His commitment to the farce is almost enough to convince you.

“Thank you, regardless of whatever the reason for it may have been,” Giorno’s sincerity is undeniably stirring. This is the Don of Passione — a man who can win over the undying loyalty of others within a single conversation. Falling into his rhythm is as easy as breathing, he sets such an enticing tempo.

“You aren’t going back on your word, are you?” You challenge, wanting to distract yourself from this budding feeling in your chest. Whether it be resentment or apathy, he’s capable of chipping away at the walls you form before you realize what’s happening. It should be simple, in theory. Loathing the man who took your freedom and never plans to give it back. It should be very simple.

But when he looks at you as he does now, like he’d reach into his chest and tear out his heart if only you asked, you’re at a loss.

“Giorno? What is it?”

His pupils dilate when his name leaves your lips. This spacing out is unlike him, he’s the keenest person you’ve ever met. It’s the reason why you’ve never been able to get one over him. You’re about to snap your fingers in front of his face when he clears his throat.

“Ah, it’s nothing, just… well… every time I look at you, every time you speak,” he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “I learn what it’s like to fall in love all over again.”

Heat rises to your cheeks and stays there. Exhaustion must be lowering his inhibitions, you can’t fathom him saying this otherwise. The sentiment is always there, playing softly in the background, but now it’s at a volume you can’t drown out. You shiver all over. This is a man who’d make an enemy of the world if it meant winning your favor. Such intensity, such raw attachment, bewilders and leaves you unable to form words.

Seeing the goosebumps on your forearm, he shrugs his wool blazer off and drapes it over your shoulders. His body heat consumes you.

“And of course I won’t go back on my word — not with you. Some setbacks that we thought were coincidences are occurring too frequently to be written off. The natural conclusion is that there’s a mole somewhere in the upper ranks. This betrayal… or the beginnings of one… resurfaces some memories. I intend to see to it quickly.”

As he warned, you’re receiving a sanitized version of the events, but it’s enough to dispel your curiosity. You jump on the chance to move past his unexpected confession. The tender words threatened to give new life to emotions that are better off dead.

“Be as that may, you’ll be no good to anyone if you don’t get enough sleep.”

“I’ve been taking naps when the time allows.”

“That isn’t good enough,” you protest. “You might have youth on your side, but that doesn’t mean you can’t work yourself into an early grave. Properly caring for yourself is a part of the job.”

Giorno seems to find your insistence amusing. He covers a smile with his hand, laughing lightly to himself. It’s during these displays of boyish charm that his many daunting titles melt away. You’re forcefully drawn back into the rose-colored days of your fledgling love, when his true identity remained a secret, and you saw only what he wanted you to see. What you wouldn’t give to rewind time and relive it again. Long walks on the beach with the Tyrrhenian Sea’s mist kissing your cheeks, morning dates at your favorite caffé where you’d tease him for always ordering the same drink… it was paradise in more ways than one.

Alas, once you’ve been forcefully ejected from the Garden of Eden, the gate to return is shut for eternity.

When Giorno recomposes himself, he breaks the silence.

“I’m truly grateful that you haven’t changed.”

“Hm?”

You tilt your head. That wistful expression of his punctures your heart, no matter how hard you try to turn the organ to stone.

“I was prepared for anything. For you to curse me, hate me. I anticipated and accepted the possibility. What I feared most, though, was the thought of you losing what makes you… well, you. It’d be understandable, given the circumstances, but… the warmth you radiate is as strong as ever. I’m glad.”

Unable to withstand the weight of his gaze, you avert your attention to your lap, head hanging low.

“That’s a selfish thing to want, considering everything.”

If it hurts you to say it, you can only imagine how it makes him feel.

He inhales sharply. “I know. I’m plenty selfish when it comes to you.”

This admission takes you aback. Never has he been so forthcoming about his motivation, not without interweaving sugary sentiments to make the sour truth more palatable. There was always a convenient excuse. That your romantic relationship with him puts you in danger, how this arrangement is to ensure your safety, on and on the list of sickeningly sweet platitudes would go. The puzzle pieces he provided never fit properly.

The word ‘selfish’ completes the otherwise unfinished picture.

“You were right. Talking to you does help,” Giorno admits. By the way he says it, you’d think you had just magically solved every problem and tied it up in a bow.

“Honestly, I don’t think I did much of anything.”

He sighs at that. You could insult him at the top of your lungs and he wouldn’t flinch, but the moment you’re the least bit critical of yourself, he takes it as a personal offense.

“Not many people are willing to scold me for not taking care of myself. In fact… you might be the only one,” he muses.

Your heart sinks and you curl your hands into fists. The nails digging into your palm may hurt, but it’s nothing compared to the ache of your soul. For all he knows about you, Giorno Giovanna is almost an enigma, as far as you’re concerned. The most minuscule acts of kindness stuck out to him like glittering treasures. When you made him home-cooked meals, called him to ask about his day, picked up on the changes in his mood; there’d be this aura of reverence about him.

How must a person grow up to be in awe of what you’ve always considered to be the bare minimum?

“On the topic of being selfish, there is something else I want.”

Perhaps in your sentimentality, you’ve been spoiling him too much.

“What do you— eek!”

Strong arms secure themselves around your form and pull you in close. Your eyes widen, lips parting to release protests that never form. Giorno’s body may seem lithe, but he has no issues maneuvering your body as if you were a ragdoll. Still, he treats you with the utmost care, rubbing his hands over your back in a soothing motion. You’re certain if you made a fuss, he’d let you go. You can’t find the motivation to do so. The two of you are exhausted, for reasons that differ and overlap.

While you don’t reciprocate his embrace, you don’t try to wriggle out of it. This is reason enough for him to tighten his grip.

… Indeed, he is acting rather spoiled.

“Are you fed up with me?” He asks.

“I’m slowly getting there.”

You feel his chest rumble when he chuckles. “Bear with me just a while longer, then.”

His lips brush over your forehead in a daring kiss. Your muscles go taut and your heart hammers hard enough that you can hear it. He allows himself to linger there a while longer, though he makes no attempts to repeat the act. Instead, he soaks in your presence, each second worth its weight in gold.

“Giorno?”

He hums, showing you have his rapt attention.

“About what you said earlier,” there’s a tremble in your voice you can’t hide, owing to the tightness in your throat, “I haven’t ever hated you. I… I don’t think I can.”

His breath hitches.

“But… I do know I can’t love you the way I used to either.”

“Do you want to?”

“Sometimes.”

“And that scares you, doesn’t it?”

“... Yes.”

Giorno knows you from the inside out. Everything you consist of, from your best to your worst qualities, he’s seen it all. If you ever broke, he could rebuild you again from memory alone. That’s why despite everything, being vulnerable around him comes naturally. Caring about him too, no matter how you try to twist your reasoning to make yourself feel better. Once you’ve given someone your heart, taking it back in its entirety is impossible, some pieces will remain in their possession.

“It’s alright, no matter what conclusion you arrive at,” he decides. He buries his nose in the crown of your head. “So long as you’re alive and well, I can accept anything.”

Much to his surprise, you rest your head against his chest, the strength to hold yourself upright steadily draining. He readjusts his hold to ensure you’re as comfortable as you can be.

“It must be sad, thinking the way you do.”

From how little a reaction he gives, you almost think he didn’t hear you.

“A little,” he admits after a thoughtful pause. “Being without you, though… that’d be far, far worse.”

If reentry to the Garden is denied, then he’ll replicate its beauty to give the impression you never left.

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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A snuggle with your villainous voidbeast husband

Voidbeast (Valerian) x Female Reader

General Plot: You've been kidnapped by a void beast and he wants to make you dinner.

Part One, Part Three

Word Count: 1K

W: Yandere vibes, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping

You followed the beast down a long hallway with a vaulted ceiling. Chandeliers flickered candlelight on the walls casting strange shadows around him...Shadows with eyes and faces. One moment you think they are mocking you, then weeping for you, then…you have to look away, focusing instead on your guide’s back.

“Is this still Earth?” you ventured.

“Yes, darling,” he said, lowering his echoing voice to just a rumble. For your comfort perhaps?

“This is the Earth, but not the one you knew. We are millions of years in the future from your time.”

“The future?” you gasped, “but it seems more like the past.”

He waved his claws back at you dismissively.

“Humans thrive and fall in cycles, much like mold,” he explained, “I quite like this time. It’s simple, yes, but men are…seething vermin. In this time they haven’t developed toxic gas that burns the body from the inside and bombs that eat flesh for years afterwards. At this time they are only bashing each other’s heads open with sticks and rocks and after the warning I’ve given them for dallying in magic it will be a long time before they advance beyond that.”

He sounded disgusted, but suddenly his bright golden eyes were on you and his claw was at your throat. You felt it scrape a precise line across your artery on its way to your chin.

“Not you, my star,” he clarified, tipping your head up, “you somehow materialized like an impossible gem in a cave full of rubble.”

You swallowed thickly.

“Um…thank…you?” you decided and nodded your head confirming that is in fact what your terrified mind meant to say.

It was best to stay polite and not upset the monster. You’d just witnessed him flick a grown man out of a window like he was a fly and for some reason, you would never understand why, he didn’t look at you like gum on his shoe.

His long tongue snaked out and ran over his fangs and your eyes widened.

“What would you like to eat darling?” he asked.

You blinked. What did you want to eat?

“Um…p-pizz…a?” you offered the first thing that came to mind.

“Pizza it is!” he boomed and your hair fluffed on your neck from his breath. It was quite cool, but didn’t smell bad. In fact it smelled a bit like mint, honey, and the mysteries of the universe.

His claws wrapped around you and he swept you up in his arms, letting you rest on one of his forearms so you could get a closer look at his face. His skin was smooth, with a pearlescent luster and before your eyes galaxies twirled on its surface. You found yourself running a finger curiously over his cheek. He couldn’t be real. Turning your attention to his gold spun hair, you ran it through your fingers, examining each fiber. It felt like silk and it glittered with its own light. His horn hovered frighteningly close to your head as he carried you down the hall and you gave it an experimental stroke, eliciting a deep purr from the beast.

“What are you?” you murmured.

He looked at you warmly.

“I’m an entity coalesced from void essence,” he explained and you nodded sagely ingesting this fact.

“And…you like…pizza?” you asked. What you really wanted to know was, was he going to swallow your soul or your life force or something of that nature, but how did you ask that?

“I generally prefer to consume stardust,” he said, “but pizza is also delicious.”

You let out a relieved breath and sagged against him, which prompted him to pat your back fondly.

“Don’t worry my servants are very good cooks,” he assured you, taking you into a large kitchen.

What you could only describe as small demons with horns and tails scrambled around underfoot as Valerian stomped into the room.

“Pizza!” he boomed and his underlings fell over themselves to roll out dough and dice up massive sausages for toppings.

When he was satisfied the pizza was being produced, he took you into a warm study and sat on an overstuffed chair much too large for you, pulling you safely into the center of his lap where you couldn’t jump free.

You noticed the rooms in his home were all kept quite warm, but when you pressed your fingers to his skin it felt cool. With two shimmering claws, he lifted your hair off of your neck and pressed chilly kisses on your spine just at the base of your neck. His large teeth scraped your skin as his lips danced over it. You shuddered in his arms and your cheeks heated up, whirling around to face him.

“Y-you c-can’t do that!” you squealed, pushing his head away by his horn.

He chuckled at you, his four eyes focusing on yours.

“I can’t kiss my wife?” he asked.

You pouted.

“I’m not your wife!” you exclaimed. Maybe hunger had made you lose your cool a bit, you hadn’t meant to confront him.

He narrowed his eyes at you.

“You’d rather be with one of those drooling humans?!” he snarled, his face becoming more monstrous and horrifying with each second of anger. His smooth jaw split revealing the spiky molars at the back of his mouth. You watched his tongue twitch as it thrashed with annoyance. His nose grew more feline with flared nostrils releasing cool clouds of breath.

“I’ll wipe the planet of them so they won't tempt you!”

Your eyes widened and you held up your hands.

“Well it’s not like that!” you started to explain, trying desperately not to be responsible for genocide.

“So you prefer me to the humans?” he asked.

You blinked at him and scratched your neck.

“Well…yes…I suppose I do, but-” you said.

“Then you shall be my wife,” he said, “we favor each other. I don’t see why we shouldn’t be together.”

“Well there's just normally a get-to-know-you period and …I don’t know…a wedding,” you mumbled.

You certainly weren’t going to overpower the void beast, so your best hope of getting out of this situation was to appeal to his logic. Yet, as you searched your mind for reasons why he couldn’t marry you, you failed to come up with any. He’d already dragged you into an unknown time and locked you away in his castle, that was the next logical step.

He nodded, his eyes warm. It pleased him to see you come to terms with your situation. He knew it would be hard for you, but he'd seen how incredibly adaptable you could be. That was one of the things he admired about you. He was sure with time, you would be perfectly fine. The tips of his claws played with the ends of your hair, winding and unwinding the strands around the sharp points.

“Ah yes, human weddings,” he said, “I should have guessed you would want one of those. I apologize for my oversight, darling. You shall have the finest wedding! The planet will celebrate our match!”

“Um…okay…” you murmured.

It would have been nice to have your family at your wedding, but if what he said was true they had been dead for millions of years. Everything you’d known and everyone you’d met were long, long gone. You sucked in a deep breath, carrying with it Valerian’s alluring scent, clutching the silk of the robe he was wearing for comfort. This expression of vulnerability pleased him and his face returned to its placid, handsome form. His large hand cradled your back and he pulled you closer to him. He arranged your head inside of his horn and snuggled your cheek.

“I’ve waited so long to have you in my arms (Y/N), I can’t bear to put you down,” he murmured.

You could appreciate that he was like a nice cooling pad against your overwarm skin, so you let him hold you close and relaxed into his arms.

#monster x girl #monster oc #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #yandere fluff #monster fluff #yandere male #male yandere #Valerian

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hotvinimon · 7 months

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Can you fit me in your luggage ?

(A/N : Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;)

Asahi Azumane x Female reader

Warnings - English is my second language )

Being the girl friend of a volleyball player is all fun until he has to get set go.

"Babbbbyyyyy….."

"Yeah, darling?"

"Think you can squeeze me into that duffle bag?"

"Doubt it, babe. It's more of a baguette than a suitcase."

"But whhyyyy? Are those training camps more exciting than me??"

Like, every year, the Karasuno volleyball gang sets off to their training camps. Y/n was legit whining, trying to stop Asahi while packing.

"It's not about fun, babe, it's all about the team's quest for glory."

"But I'm gonna mmmiiisssss you."

"I'll miss you too, babe. And it's just three days. I'll be back faster than a TikTok trend."

"Three days feel like an eternity. That's like 72 hours, 4320 minutes, 259-"

"Alright, alright, I get it. You don't want me to go? Should I fake an injury?"

"Nah, it's not that. I'll just miss you, and I can't stand being away from your radiant charm."

"So, any bright ideas?"

"Can I borrow one of your hoodies?"

"How's that gonna help?" Asahi looked more lost than a volleyball in a grocery store.

"It'll smell like you, so I'll miss you less."

A crimson blush painted Asahi's face as he dashed to his closet to retrieve a hoodie.

"O-Okay, let's find you one."

"Can I choose?"

"Absolutely!"

"Yayyyy… I love you, Azu."

"I love you too, babe."

______________________________

Three days later, the training camp wrapped up, and everyone returned to school.

"Why's Asahi looking like a tomato?" Nishinoya asked Tanaka.

"I think he caught a sudden case of 'Y/n Fever," Tanaka snickered.

Little did Asahi know that they had spotted him looking ogling at Y/n sleeping soundly in class, donning the very same hoodie he'd handed her, and his face was redder than a lobster at a beachside barbecue.

V-Chan's Dilly Dally

You can skip this part.

After 1 whole week this drabble is finally out. And I think, this is a nice way maybe. Tuesday posts for yanderes and wednesday posts for haikyuu chars. As I'm a CA student, I need time for study also.

What do you guys think of this ? Let me know in the comment section (This line is literally so cliche).

Also,

Requests are open for for any character or prompt, other that NSFW.

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #female reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fic #asahi azumane #asahi x reader #asahi x y/n #fluff #drabble #oneshot #haikyuu oneshot

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chubbyheadquarters · 2 years

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Updated: Sept 24

I JUST WANNA MAKE SOMETHING CLEAR-

I was a bit stumped about it at first, but I've decided that I'll write NSFW too, so minors 👁👁 please don't look. If I see any minors interacting with any NSFW posts. I will block you. I REALLY don't like blocking people, so please don't make me.

Other than that-

Hello! ٩( ᐛ )و

Just a quick note that this blog will be more about the writing aspect, so headcanons, oneshots and links/updates on AO3 stories, along with recommendations of stories will be posted here!

Another note!

I write SPECIFICALLY for chubby readers, since-

I am a chubby girl myself and I can't find any x chubby reader fics from/for my fandom to save my life- (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡

Granted, some people may see it as a simple weight change, but for me, it's the feeling of REALLY being included in the story.

These lines from a bunch of fics I've read-"His shirt fit loosely on you", and "he wrapped his arms around your thin waist", "your small frame" or "He picked you up with ease", etc-don't fit me and I know I'm not the only one.

If a fic usually doesn't clarify that it has a chubby reader, then it's USUALLY a skinny or medium-sized person. I just wanna give me and my chubby fellas a chance, y'know? ┐(シ)┌

And please don't take this the wrong way & please don't think I'm attacking you if you write like this I swear I'm not! Everyone's allowed to write for whatever fandom they want and with whatever body type they wanna write for! I'm just stating that this blog is focused on specifically chubby/plus sized readers.

I write Platonic Readers! For example, if someone requests being just best friends with a certain character, or having a sibling dynamic with another character, then it's all good! 👌🏽

I also write for Yandere characters/situations! If the situation asked for IS uncomfortable to write, I have the right to deny it.

I also do genderbend! I don't see it done much, which is cool! But I'm a dumb little hoe so- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Final thing! I also write for monsters! I write for skeletons and demon monkeys 😑 Basic stuff, like werewolves, vampires, mermaids/merman, hybrids, etc!

I'll write for certain characters for certain medias since it's the only thing I feel I can actually write without making the characters OOC. (´･ω･`)

🐵MONKIE KID🐵

Sun Wukong

Macaque

Mei

Red Son

Spider Queen

Syntax

Maybe the others too if they're requested enough 👀

I WILL NOT write for LMK NeZha, due to the controversy of his age. I've seen many discussions on it, from all sides, mainly from those who are Chinese. And all I have to say is that I don't wanna touch that shit with a 10 foot pole.

Monkey King: Reborn, Hero is Back & Ne'Zha Reborn Sun Wukong are also a go! I just watched the movies and I am quaking 👀 If you guys have any Sun Wukong movies or game characters that're fleshed out enough to be written, PLEASE send them my way.

🌌WAKFU🌌

Yugo

Dally

Eva

Goultard

Joris

Count Harebourg

Oropo

If there's other characters that are requested, then I'll see who they are and if I can write for them.

Maybe I'll do Transformers in the future! I've only seen Transformers Prime, so I'll need to expand my knowledge first. I mean, unless y'all want some Prime stuff 👀. I'll probably watch Animated and read the comics soon-(Hopefully, I've dropped the damn thing twice-😔)

Now for the big boy-😥

💀Undertale💀

I'll write for it and certain AUs. The AUs follow as below(Sans nickname 1st, Papyrus 2nd)

Undertale (Vanilla and Creampuff)

Underfell (Red and Edge)

Underswap (Blue and Stretch)

Fellswap (Raspberry and Rus)

Swapfell (Black and Cash)

Fellswap!Gold (Wine and Coffee)

Horrortale (Axe and Sugar)

The Outertale AUs count too, but it's best not to ask for something that includes, for example, Undertale Sans and Outertale Sans since they'll basically be the same.

Outer nicknames include:

Outertale (Cosmic and Nebula)

Outerswap (Orion and Atlas)

Outerfell (Comet and Sirius)

Also including specific characters include:

Error

Geno from Aftertale

Passive!Nightmare and Dream from Dreamtale

Cross from XTale

Killer

Dust from Dusttale

And to be honest, I'm at a bit for a dilemma when it comes to if I should include Ink, Evil!Nightmare and Fresh. Since Ink doesn't have a soul to feel. Granted he has the ink he drinks to emulate the emotion he wants to feel but idk- (´⌒｀;)

Fresh is parasitic monster that lacks emotions and jumps from different hosts so writing him romantically might be a bit of a problem.

Evil Nightmare searches for negative energy, as it's said that positive emotions make him weak. (╯︵╰)

I try my best to stay on track with how characters would canonically react, along with a dash of what I think they would do. But if there's enough asks, then I'll try my best to write them! ଘ(੭ ᐛ )♡

Other potential AUs

Underlust

Storyshift

Mafiatale

Underpatch

I haven't read Underlust or Storyshift, but if there's enough requests for them, then I'll do my best to read through their stories/find information and write for them.

I'm having a bit of trouble finding concrete information for the bottom two, so they might be a bit more tricky to write about. (•ิ_•ิ)

As far as rules go, just don't send anything rude, k?

Also, please specify if you want Angst, Romance or Platonic/ if you want Headcanons or a One Shot.

Other than that, this post will update every once in a while if I decide to add or negate something, so keep an eye out! (≧∇≦)/

Sorry if there are spelling errors! Have a good day!

#undertale #wakfu #lmk #lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #wakfu x reader #undertale x reader #chubby reader #x reader #x chubby reader #undertale x chubby reader #wakfu x chubby reader #lmk x chubby reader #lego monkie kid

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yandereoverlord · 2 years

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WATCHING NOSTALGIC MOVIES WITH THEM! MULTI FANDOM!!

Includes: Darry, Dally, Dabi, Kageyama , Sukuna, Gojo, Tengen +wives, and finally tanjirou mostly female reader (sorry)

THIS IS AFTER YOU GET STOCKHOLM SYNDROME!! SO YES THIS INVOLVES KIDNAPPING

Ok as a sorry for not updating (and all around not being able to come up with any creative ideas for a part 2 of the Zenitsu and not wanting to continue with the light yagami one I’ve tried,) I’m creating this fluffy but still Yandere piece for your entertainment. Please enjoy, there is literally zero Yandere dally content so I’m creating my own.this might have light lime(honestly the most I will ever be Comfortable writing) but other than that implied kidnapping.FOR THE THE LOVE OF GOD I MOST OF THEM DON’T HAVE THESE MOVIES BUT THE NOSTALGIA IS THERE FOR ME!!!!I now nobody actually reads this so without further ado enjoy.

Darrel Curtis (Dally): The chronicles of Narnia- the lion the witch and the wardrobe

🍰he liked this one because it reminds him of family.

🍰In this particular scenario let’s say Ponyboy and Soda where also Yanderes for ya but more platonic. The definitely are watching this with you.

🍰so yeah this is actually just a cut couple thing and completely tame. Well unless you count the whole kidnapping thing. But to you (since Stockholm Syndrome kicked in like a bitch) the weirdest this is A) how Soda eats his eggs with grape jelly and B) how the Actual fuck these boys eat that much chocolate cake. Like you got a big appetite, but damn these guys could feed all of Tulsa with the amount of food the hoes eating.

🍰Now you’ve grown used to the smell of cigarette smoke and dirty laundry (Darry does his best but it’s still hard considering he has you, Soda and Pony + all of the gang to look after) it’s actually quite pleasant to just sit down, watch a great movie, and snuggle into Darry.

Dallas Winston(dally): Shark boy and Lava girl

🚬Ok to be fair he didn’t actually watch it with you. It was more of a he comes home to you watch the movie while he’s going,” Wtf is this?” 🚬while he thought the movie was absolutely stupid he still “watched” it with you. Aka him trying to get you to make out with him while your completely absorbed in the movie

🚬eventually he just gives up and falls asleep on you. At least he would have if you hadn’t started trying to breakdance like shark boy during the dream song.

🚬Never again is he ever letting you watch something again. Not after you got that fucking song stuck in his head

🚬He may love you Doll but he will literally slap the absolute shit outta you I’d you try to watch it again. You can fight me on this cause we both know man has zero respect for women.

“Doll, c’mon pay attention to me, I’m better looking than him anyway.”

“Wait this is the best part! And while I love you, nobody’s hotter than Mr Electic~”

“why do I love you again?”

Touya Todoroki (Dabi): Shrek

❤️‍🔥at first he thought you where making fun of him.

❤️‍🔥bonus points if you look like Fiona (like me)

❤️‍🔥Once again another bum who just wanted to have sex with you once you got home. But nope, you where watching the greatest (yet least romantic) movie of all time. ❤️‍��Now this could go multiple different ways based on which shrek movie you watch

❤️‍🔥If it’s A) puss in boots, forget it he is turning that shit off immediately. He didn’t kidnap you just to watch some garbage. If he wanted to watch trash go up in flames he’d watch clips on Endeavor. I’m sorry but if he’s going to watch a movie he is going to watch a good one.

❤️‍🔥The same result will occurs if it’s B) Shrek forever after. While it’s slightly better it’s still not nearly as perfect as the first 3

❤️‍🔥now Shrek 3 is a different story. While it is a stupid movie, it is literally his favorite one. Except for the end scene. That he thinks is just stupid. And it is. The amount of crude jokes in that movie is unreal. But never the less he still respects it and adores the girl power scene. Heads up toga is totally watching that part with you.

❤️‍🔥Ok let’s move on to answer 4) Shrek 2 he really doesn’t give a fuck. He will watch it with you but get extremely bored and try be a ass about it and get you to

Tobio Kageyama: Rio

🥛I don’t care if you disagree this is the movie you two watch. A awkward blueberry bird and a beautiful queen. Umm yes. Again, Bonus points if you look like Linda.

🥛At first he was comprehensive about watching things with you but after watching it? Cheese and sprinkles he was hooked.

🥛I’m not going to lie there are moments when your not even watching the movie and you will start singing the songs. You may be asking which ones? Well in my opinion: beautiful creatures, What is love, and hot wings are his top songs for the movies. (Not being mean, they my faves too)

🥛I feel like originally he thought the movie was stupid until the middle of the hot wings song where he officially was in love with that masterpiece .

🥛he really relates to blue.

🥛in the end where blue finally flies was the moment he cried. No disagreements allowed.

🥛but in all, while he doesn’t shut up about misakes in the movie, this is definitely his type of nostalgia.

Sukuna Ryomen: Barbie and the 12 dancing princesses 🫀his face the entire time was: 눈_눈 or (ಠ_ಠ)

🫀to be honest he hated it and only wanted to watch it because you went on a hunger strike for him to watch a movie with you. And he can’t have his beloved queen of curses dying on him, can he?

🫀His faverote characters where:

🫀1. Felix because that bitch funny af

🫀2. Brutas because again he’s the best antagonist a Barbie movie has ever had, and that’s saying something.

🫀his most embarrassing moment is when he was fighting and he accidentally referenced that movie. Just picture it.

“DON’T YOU MESS WITH ME CURSE! YOU MAY BE STONG BUT IM A FEROCIOUS WARRIOR WHO WILL NEVER YIELD TO SOMEONE SO EVIL!”

“yeah right, your about as ferocious as a FLEA!”

🫀you never let him live that down. So yeah no more movie nights for you

🫀all things considered he would actually watch it again with you. If, you bribed him well enough. Aka helping him out if you catch my drift. But yeah he doesn’t mind it that much, you could be watching worse.

Gojo Satoru: Barbie princess and the pop star

💙I have no words

🤍none at all except 5 things: He actually fucking loved this movie hell he was the one who suggested it.

💙he wants and expects you to sing along with him (him as Kiera and you as tori his little

🤍his faverote character is by far tori and her magic hair brush (it’s because she reminds him of you, his perfect little prince/princess

💙He totally mocks auntie A along with tori in the beginning of the movie

🤍he reallyyyyyyy wants to watch Barbie rock and royals next. And after that Barbie and the twelve dancing princesses (his favorite is lacy you can fight me on that shit)

💙Authors note: sorry there’s not much for this I literally had zero ideas for this but I really wanted to write him with this movie

Tengen Uzui (and wives): Emperors New Groove

✨ok he was the one to put this one on. He finds Kusco so flamboyant and hilarious it’s hard to think he wouldn’t.

✨And having it just be him and his 4 wives/ partners it’s easy to forget he kidnapped you. It’s actually very nice. Just laughing at how funny it is and just chilling

✨those tree limbs he calls arms are so comfy.

✨Although one may think it would me hard to cuddle all those people all together it’s actually fairly simple. Tengen is in the middle, his left hand (this is pre gyutaro )running his fingers through Makio’s hair, who’s head is currently in his lap, legs on Hinatsuru who is currently leaning her head on Tengen’s massive shoulder. On his left your cuddled up to his side, Suma snuggled into you ass with all her strength. And despite what she may think it’s a lot of strength.

Faverote characters:

✨Hina- She can’t help it. She thinks kronk is absolutely hilarious (rightfully so)

✨Suma- surprisingly she really likes Yzma. Nobody really knows why but she says that it’s because she’s funny and Suma feels bad for her

✨Makio- she really likes chicka because how even though she’s pregnant she’s still the baddest bitch in the movie.

✨Tengen: He obviously like Kusco. It’s a pure unrefined fact.

Tanjirou Kamado: Monsters inc

🥹we all know both he and nezuko cried during this

🥹although it’s very sad he still really loves this movie.

🥹regardless if she’s Yandere for you or not (she probably is just because of how much her brother loves you and she really wants you to be her older sister) Nezuko is watching the movie with you guys

🥹I predict the reason he loves it so much is because Boo reminds him of Nezuko so much.

🥹He would never try to put the moves on you while watching a movie. He’s a respectful and traditional man who would never attempt to do anything against your will (other than kidnapping you) or anything sexual until after your married

Honorable Mentions Aka ones I was to lazy/no idea how to write (see what i did there)

EREN YEAGER: the school of rock

KATSUKI BAKUGOU: lilo and stitch

YUJI ITADORI: DIARY OF S WIMPY KUD RODRICK RULES (not nostalgic but it’s playing in my head on a constant loop)

SHUN KAIDOU: Anastasia

METORI SAIKO: Hermie and friends: Haily and baylies silly fight (for All my dudes who know what’s up. That shits my entire childhood regardless of if I’m not a Christian now)

Ok I really hope you liked this it took me around a week to write. Im having all of my exams at the moment so im busy studying and have been running low on idea’s, so please send me yours so I can make them a reality for you. Although sines im still new to tumblr I’ll have to ask you to message me privately about requests! But anyway I love you all dearly~ sincerely

Gia\Joden~ 💗🤍💜🖤💙

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nyan-toaster · 3 years

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Yandere Dallas x reader

Dally: hey baby doll, 😏😎

yn: r a t

dally: ??? Baby what??

yn: you heard me, s t i n k y

dally:

dally: doll what the fu-

#yandere #yandere x reader #dally x reader #dally #yandere dally #Yandere dally x reader #yandere Dallas #If you squint you can put 2p america here as well

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ink-on-the-brink · 2 years

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Yandere Engie Dad x Child Reader ~ Realization (Entirely Platonic)

Summery: Engie's led a life in the footsteps of those before him. He comes from a long lineage of those with the workers call and it's led him to this military base in the middle of nowhere. He's never questioned it, never thought to lead a different life, to live, to be something more than hands on a machine...

Until he saw you

TW: Very Dark Themes And The Normal Yandere Stuff

God how he despised that sound, that little echo that was constantly going through his brain. The small voice that kept him up at night, the little whispers that stole his sanity every minute he was alive.

'Work. Work. Ya have ta get ta work. What are ya doing? You're wastin tahme! Ya won't get anythin done, nothin's gonna get finished. God ain't you just lazy lyin around lahke someone's gonna do it for ya'

How he despised its nagging, how he hated its control over him. That voice, that voice, THAT VOICE! He wanted a moment, a moment of silence, a moment of calm. A moment to remain as nothing and be okay with it.

But that was never enough for a Conager.

How he loathed that name.

"A Conager always has work ta do" he could hear a voice echo

"Ain't no tahme ta dilly dally boy!"

"I'm busy son, go ask your mother"

"If ya ain't helpin then ya best be leavin"

The sound of that familiar voice built utter disgust in him. The man who gave him the whispers and the one who tried to excuse that loathsome action. How he hated the man's tinges of tone, his echoes of sound that he could identify within a million others. The sound of a man that barely knew him, the one who had never spent a day of his life away from his machines.

His father

A busy and absent man, a figure of the Conager name that followed in the footsteps of his father and his father's father and whatever came generations before that. The man was a hard worker, no one could deny that, Dell especially. Ever since he was a teen and started to hear the faint whispers of the workers call he had been able to spot a screaming yell in his father's eyes, that is the few times he ever got to see him. It was the silent whispers, their rageful ranting of unproductivity that Dell remembered. And, as if a contagion given only through exposure Dell now heard those same whispers. The whispers he fed each day as he put his body to work, the type that drained all other aspects of his life. All relationships, all hobbies, all normal bodily needs were taken from him by the want- no the need to work, to improve, to create, to destroy.

Eleven PHDs and a few decades later and only now did he recognize what had happened, what had led him here, what had been taken from him. He stood amongst machines and blueprints, his life's work, and yet he felt...

Empty...

This wasn't his choice, this wasn't what he had wanted, this...this was inherited torture, a curse of whispers! He stood among a sea of lost dreams once hidden behind screens of 'more important things'. The lives and love he's lost, the things he'd given up in favor of this. This life of wires, this descent into total isolation with his machines. Here he stood, broken, soulless...

Lost...

Why? Why now, of all times, was he dwelling on the life he lived, of everything that he'd missed? Well, that was due to one small little thing. It was so innocent, so seemingly out of its depth. Yet when he saw it, when he stared into the wide eyes of this young being, he saw it. He saw everything. He saw what every part of his being had longed for despite his whispered thoughts...

He saw a child. Around maybe seven or eight years old. And they stood there, their wide eyes of cautious curiosity falling upon him.

"Engie?" A voice finally snapped him from his spiral of thought, forcing him to turn his eyes up and away from what had brought his world crashing down.

"Look I know this is short notice, but they've got nowhere else to go and uh...and I don't really trust any of the others with them. Maybe Heavy, but he sort of has his own family to worry about and- look could you please just um...take care of them?" Pauling's voice spoke, her words reaching his ears the same way a third language he'd barely studied would, his brain stuttering and stopping just to try and understand what had just been asked of him. It took a while, his face probably full of an utterly bewildered stare as everything he had not been expecting hit him like a truck.

"You..." He started, his voice wavering from confusion to an utterly lost tone.

"Ya want me ta take 'em in? Lahke...Lahke raise a uh...raise 'em? Here? With the others? In a warzone?" His voice took on a sharper tone the more he talked as his mind slowly recalibrated to the insanity of this situation.

"Look I know this doesn't exactly sound like a good idea-"

"Paulin this ain't just a bad idea, this is a kid in a warzone kind of bad idea. This is a 'they shouldn't even be near here' kind'a bad idea. Ain't there some other place ya can put 'em? Someplace where kids are supposed ta be?" Engie defended, some deep part of him causing the words to burn on his tongue, as if the simple conjugation of syllables was igniting a fire in his mouth that begged him to stop talking and just accept what was happening, despite how wrong he knew it was.

"They've been in and near places like this since...well I'm not really sure when. This isn't something new for them. They have uh...look, I'm not supposed to tell you this but I found them locked in a room when I was cleaning up. The admin said to just have you guys handle it. And I don't think anyone on the RED team can handle a kid" She explained, leaving Dell silent as his eyes glanced down at you again...

He saw a familiar look in those cautious eyes. One you'd have to be looking for to see. He noticed the stare, god did that stare burn into him. You were resigned to what happened, not daring to utter a word as adults spoke about what would happen to you.

Pauling leaned closer, obviously trying to keep you from hearing the next part

"I'm going to be honest, The admin won't let them leave after what they've seen. If they don't stay here I don't know where they'll end up, but I don't think it's going to be any better than this." she explained with a tone that reeked of desperation. She was pleading, no, begging for him to do this. For him to help her in this task, to be her last resort...

"Ah...Paulin this ain't just somethin you spring on a man Ah-..." He hesitated even after knowing the inevitability of what was about to happen. What only convinced him further was the devastation he saw ready to creep into her face.

What was he supposed to have done?

"...fahne...Ah'll take 'em in..." He finally relented, his tone no longer sharpened at the explained circumstance. He saw complete relief run over Pauling's body. He sensed this was probably one of the very few good things to happen to her in a long time.

"Thank you, you have no idea how much I needed that answer. I'll bring some stuff for them tomorrow, for now it might just be better to get them to bed. You guys don't happen to have any spare beds?-"

"Ain't no way in hell" he quickly countered her last statement, drawing an annoyed and tired expression from her.

"Okay, I guess that will go on the list too. I really have to get going though, you think you can figure it out for tonight?" Her voice took a quicker speed as she hoped to just get this conversation over with and get back to work.

"Guess ah'll have ta" he replied and, with a quick nod, Pauling was off. He watched her walk down the hall until she inevitably disappeared before finally turning back to you.

For a moment longer his confused concern stayed as he looked over you. You no longer looked at him, instead staring at the ground. Slowly, with the caution one would have near a skittish doe, he crouched down, eventually finding himself at the same height as you, if not a few inches taller.

"Ah uh...Ah don't think Ah caught your name" he spoke softly, not looking to spook you. It didn't seem to help as you slightly flinched, though you kept your feet planted. You remained silent.

"Not much of a talker huh?...s'alright. Let's find ya someplace ta sleep, we can talk in the mornin" he spoke with such a soft tone, one that made him amiable and easy to feel comfortable around. Though you didn't seem to find it genuine as you made an effort to keep space between the two of you. Only one thought ran through his mind as he analyzed your behavior.

'They're gonna eat ya alahve...'

"A vhat?"

"Look, it ain't lahke Ah was askin for this. Paulin said this is the last place they had ta go and implied some rather cruel consequences if Ah didn't take 'em in..The hell else was Ah supposed ta do" Engies voice was highly exasperated, this conversation already having dragged on longer than it needed to. It seemed like every time he explained it, another one of the guys came in and he was left repeating himself. You sat just in the other room, likely hearing the repeated words even if you chose to pretend you didn't. You instead continued to mess with the etch-a-sketch you had been given to mess with.

"Pauling? Vell, zats not to be reasoned viz zen." Medic spoke, his eyes turning away from Engie to instead peak into the room you were in.

Engie knew that stare. He'd hung around and helped the 'doctor' enough to know when the gears in his head were churning out new ideas. Usually he didn't care to interrupt this process. In fact he even liked indulging the 'doctor's' outlandish and inhuman ideas sometimes.

But when that stare found its way to you Engie felt a sudden fury strike him, his momentary glare luckily hidden by his goggles and hardhat.

"And there won't be any messin with 'em. They ain't here just ta become an experiment doc" Engies voice was eerily calm for the anger that had so suddenly taken hold, though to the others it didn't seem at all out of the ordinary.

"Hm. Vhat a waste" Medic spoke with scolf of annoyance, though Engies seriousness was soon realized by Medic and he seemed to fully drop the idea.

"Ach, fine. But I von't be doing any babysitting zen" he commented before walking off. Finally, after what felt like nearly an hour of explanations, Engie was able to breathe for a moment. After calming himself and noting the strange sense of anger that rarely ever spiked was leaving his system, he turned and walk into the room before taking a seat next to you. You tensed, something about his presence making you uncomfortable.

He looked over the drawing you had made and found that you had been making a repeated pattern of what he could best describe as stairs. Over and over again and overlapping each other. He didn't think much of it.

"You ready ta talk now?" He asked, his eyes seeming like burning suns against your skin. You didn't look up to him, afraid to meet his eyes. You instead remained silent, still unwilling to talk to the stranger. He waited a moment and, upon hearing no answer, he once again sighed. Disappointment took hold, though it didn't outweigh his curiosity.

"Still nothin'? Well alright. How's about we just go get ya somethin ta eat then" he spoke before standing. He reached a hand out to take the etch-a-sketch but stopped when he saw your hands grip tighter onto the object. Realizing your mistake you quickly outstretched it to him, hoping your hesitation hadn't angered him. He noticed this and, deciding better of it, he retracted his hand.

"Y'know what, you keep it. I don't use that old thing much these days anyway.'' his voice still held that comforting tone, one that you were just starting to belive. In response you slowly pulled the item back, a bit of apprehension written on your face.

Why did he let you keep it?

Dell sat at his workstation, his hands deep in his machine as he pulled wires and replaced screws. But even when he would usually be hyper-focused on it his mind wondered. Mainly his eyes as they constantly turned away from his work and to the little kid that sat quietly in the corner. It had been a few days now and he'd yet to get you talking. He'd tried asking Pauling but she didn't seem to know either. So he was just left wondering about you.

Every few seconds his eyes wandered, as if he was being drawn away from his work. What was the strangest was his growing lack of interest in his work. That voice seemed so quiet now so it took so much more energy. He had to actively choose to work, to take the mental effort with each small adjustment. Yet even with his effort his eyes still found their way to you. And each time they did he wanted to work even less and to find some way to get you to talk to him, to trust him. He couldn't stand the quiet anymore. You had removed the whispers from his head and in doing so pushed him to a world of silence as you refused to speak.

Finally, after around an hour of getting barely anything done, he pulled away from his work, wiping his hands on a nearby towel before fully turning to you. He stared for a moment as you continued to mess with the red toy he'd given you. You were preoccupied as you messed with it and seemed more at peace than you've been since the day he'd met you. Even just looking at your peaceful state brought even just the smallest of smiles.

The smile was real, genuine. He didn't have to mimic joy when he looked at you.

He stood from his spot, an action that gained your attention immediately, before walking over to you. He soon crouched down to you, a sense of calm radiating off of him

"Whatcha drawin there?" He asked, his curiosity seemingly genuine. You hesitated for a moment, your eyes keeping feom looking at him as you remained unsure what his intentions were. Eventually you turned it to him seeing as he didn't seem to keen on leaving you alone at the moment. He was surprised to see that you had been sketching the room, from his broken machine to the towering shelves. Granted, it was a pretty rough sketch, but you were definitely getting better at it.

"Well ain't that just the dandiest lil' thing. Y'know Ah used ta be real good with that thang. Used ta mess with it for hours" he spoke with just about the friendliest tone you've ever heard. For the first time in a while you felt a little less tense around someone. Slowly, and with a bit of hesitation, you overstretched the item to him, your own curiosity bubbling. A slightly confused look grew on his face a moment before he realized what you were asking.

"Ya...ya want me ta show ya?" He asked, a growing smile mixing with his knitted brows. You nodded, even if you were still a bit apprehensive. He slowly found a spot on the floor next to you before taking the etch-a-sketch.

"Well uh, alrahght. But Ah mahght be a bit rusty" he warned before starting to mess with the toy.

It only took around half an hour to finish, but Engie only grew increasingly invested as the time went on. He had forgotten how much fun the toy could be, he'd forgotten why he'd kept it so long. As you looked over at it he couldn't help but focus more, his hands finding their way back to that forgotten memory.

When he finally finished he had just about the widest smile on his face, the sketch reminding him of his own childhood. The good parts anyway. With days spent honing useless skills and playing stupid games. Of thinking himself so serious as he spent hours with the only toy his father ever thought to give him...

Of a time when priorities were more about staying happy rather than completing the next objective.

He turned the item completely towards you so you could more easily see what he drew.

"It's a bunny. Used to sketch it all the tahme." he spoke with an almost proud tone as he showed you the drawing. And then just about the most wonderful thing happened...

You smiled

God that smile. That smile of childish wonder, of nieve importance found in the ordinary. He saw himself. He saw that lonely little kid, the one yearning yet terrified to be noticed. And he saw you. He saw the happiness even just this small amount of time had given you. Of how much simply making a sketch, of indulging in your interests, meant to you. And it was that moment, that pure moment of connection, that he'd realized just how much time he wasted. Because in just under thirty minutes he felt happier than in any amount of days he'd spent on his machines.

He handed the toy back to you and you took it with grateful hands. You stared at the sketch, the small animal mesmerizing you.

You couldn't have known how much those few minutes had meant to him...

You walked down the hall, your eyes glued to the item in your hand. The toy fascinated you. You'd never really seen anything like it, and the fact that it was just given to you, no work needed, made it all the more attention-grabbing. You spent hours, days, even weeks at this point, just messing with it. Honing the skill and the movements of the dials just to make something you could truly say was yours-

Before you could even realize what was happening you found yourself on the ground, stunned, confused, and disoriented.

"WATCH IT MAGGOT!" a booming voice pierced your tranced state. You jumped at the sound, quickly looking up at the voice. Your eyes widened at the looming size of the man, his face twisted in annoyance and anger that only you'd be able to fully see from your angle below him. You froze stared up at the man, your silence remaining as you were now petrified.

"I EXPECT AN APOLOGY! AND WHAT IS THAT!" His voice continued to yell as he pointed to the etch-a-sketch you'd dropped. It now laid about a foot away from you. Still being stunned you found no words to speak, as if the concept of words was lost on you.

"ANSWER ME!" His voice continued to beat against your ears. When he was once again met with silence he attempted to grab you. But you dodged his hands, soon managing to kick yourself to your feet. And in doing so you began running, fear consuming you as nothing but instinct kicked in.

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING MAGGOT!? GET BACK HERE!" His voice didn't seem nearly as terrifying as his boots as they stomped after you.

Now, being as you were a literal child and Soldier was a trained mercenary, Soldier caught up rather quickly. But you seemed to have some experience with this as you managed to dodge his hands a few times. It was inevitable that he'd catch you though and when he did he was not happy.

"YOU WILL ANSWER ME MAGGOT!" Soldier yelled as he finally managed to grab you. You let out a scream, but with the lack of oxygen in your lungs it didn't last long. You began to struggle, hoping to squirm yourself out of his hands. It didn't have much effect. If anything it only made him yell louder and get more in your face.

Engie had been trying to find you for a while now and, after having wandered the halls a while, he heard a commotion. With annoyance tugging at him he walked towards where the screaming Soldier was, knowing he was one of the very few that could calm him. But when he turned the corner and saw what was happening he grew bug-eyed, his heart nearly stopping at the scene. He didn't hesitate, a wave of strange anger spiking once again.

"Soldier! Put 'em down!" He somehow managed to yell loud enough for Soldier to hear as he quickly made his way over to the scene. Soldier stopped his yelling as he turned to Engie with confusion found in his slight frown.

"But they will not answer me!" Soldier shot back, still refusing to put you down.

"Ah don't give a damn what they did! Put 'em down!" Engies raised even higher which quickly sent a shocked expression through Soldiers face.

He'd never once seen Engie yell before. He was usually cold and quiet when he was angry, but yelling? At him? It was enough to get Soldier to quickly place you back on the ground at which point you quickly bolted, not having any reason to linger. Engie watched you run and he was half tempted to chase you. He instead took a deep breath, sending Soldier a hatred-filled glance before walking after you, hoping that he'd catch you stopped long enough for him to calm you down. He didn't run, as he believed it would only scare you more.

As Engie walked he had a moment to think about what he'd just done as he now fully recognized the anger that usually never got the best of him bubble up again. He was slightly confused by the emotion and the actions it had caused though he more so focused on what his thoughts had been during the event. Brutal images had run through his head of what he'd held himself back from doing. He was so unfamiliar with that side of his mind that he felt it best to shut it out completely, to pretend that those weren't his thoughts at all.

Eventually he found you. He'd followed the echoing sound of your feet until he heard your door shut. It was only a few moments later that he stood at your door. He didn't hesitate to knock.

"Hey uh..." He paused, realizing he still had yet to learned your name or even what to call you. After a few seconds he continued.

"You alright?" He finally asked. He received silence, though he hadn't expected much else.

"Ah ain't here ta talk ta ya about what happened. I'm just makin sure you're okay...could ya open the door?" He asked, a sense of calm concern found in his tone. After a few seconds of waiting he was just about to leave when the doorknob turned and the door opened.

His entire face fell at the state of you. The shine of hastily wiped tears was clear on your face and your sniffles were enough for him to know you had been crying. He wasn't sure what to do for a moment, as he'd never been on this side of the situation before.

In hopes that he wouldn't scare you back into your room he slowed his actions as he kneeled in front of you. Your eyes avoided him, your sobs hidden to not annoy him.

"Hey, hey, s'alrahght. S'alrahght. Ya ain't hurt are ya?" He asked with his concern now fully lacing each word. You shook your head which only made Engie feel worse considering it wouldn't be that easy of a fix. After another moment of unsure hesitation, he slowly opened his arms, a movement that quickly caught your eyes. You froze, the action never having been afford to you before. You looked up to him a moment as more tears pulled in your eyes. You looked for malice, for anger, for any reason to not trust this and e stared down with a worry-filled smile. The smile had been an attempt to calm you, but it had the opposite effect as you completely broke down and dived into his arms.

Shocked by the manor at which you fell into his arms, Engie slowly draped his arms around you. An unexplainable emotion flooding through his system at the contact. His mind swirled with his own memories. Memories of being that crying little kid. Of silently suffering in his room, pleading through sobs that someone would notice that he wasn't there, that they'd come to his door and that when they did they'd give him comfort, that they'd care enough to not leave him in that room alone.

Memories that had been so suppressed and hidden away that he hardly recognized himself in them, yet each one was so vivid in his mind.

His arms squeezed a little bit tighter, his own tears forming in his eyes as a look of complete shock fell on his face.

"It's...alrahght...it's alrahght...nothing's gonna hurt ya..." He spoke slowly and with cut sentences, afraid that his held-back tears would show in his tone.

After a few more minutes you calmed down, your sobs now reduced to stray tears and sniffles once again. Yet you didn't pull away. How could you have? You'd never known this type of care.

"I-I..." You started, your voice cracking a bit

"I'm sorry" you managed to strangle out. Shock ran through Engie not just because you had spoken, which was surprising in and of itself, but because of the first words you'd ever chosen to speak to him. He finally pulled away as he pushed down his tears to hopefully manage to keep some what of a level head, though his hands remained on your shoulders.

"Ain't nothin ta be sorry about. Ain't nothin' you need to apologize for" he spoke with a genuine voice, his eyes showing nothing but care and worry. You turned to look at him, no longer afraid to meet his gaze, though still hesitate to fully look into his eyes. There was a moment of silence between the two of you before you decided that since you've already broken your oath of silence that you might as well continue.

"I uh...um...my...m-my name uh...my name is Y/n..." You continued, your words holding not just hesitation but concentration, each syllable seeming to not so easily roll off your tongue. Most likely because you were so used to being silent.

Despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling through his system Engie managed to feel a tiny bit of joy in even just the small comment. At least enough for him to send you a soft smile to hopefully calm your clear nerves.

"Well it's nahce ta meet ya" he spoke in a bit more lighthearted tone before sticking a hand out for you to shake. A clear attempt to lighten the mood a bit. Slowly a smile began spreading on your face at the action before you slowly took his hand, though he easily encased yours.

Dell never knew what it was like to truly and genuinely care for something like this. To want with your whole being to see someone happy. He wouldn't waste this, he wouldn't screw this up.

He'd be better than any man he's had take care of him. He'd break the line of walking mechanical textbooks, he'd be the one to do what no son of a Conager has ever done before...

He'd care.

He'd love.

And he'd never put anything else above that again.

Bedtime, a time that Engie was growing more fond of each day. Not only because he now had a set time restricted for sleep, but also because he got to read books to you and help put you to bed. So he didn't much appreciate this time being taken away by business. But he was still at work so it wasn't like he could just say no to Ms. Pauling.

"Go head to bed, Me and Engie will just be a minute" Pauling spoke to you, to which you looked to Engie who gave you a nod. So off you went, leaving the two to their business.

When you left, Engies expression grew a bit colder, the light seeming to have left his eyes. Despite this he still held his smile, one he mastered over the years to seem just off enough to help people recognize that he might be here, and he might be helping, but he wants to be somewhere else.

"...I think you know why I have to talk to you..." Pauling spoke with a bit of apprehension, watching Engie as he moved further into the room, seemingly looking for something.

"Yep. Ah ain't as productive as Ah used ta be." Engie outright stated as he found himself in front of a bookshelf. He didn't have to look at Pauling to know she held a confused stare.

"Well uh, yes. Yeah, that's why I'm here...Engie, I really don't want to be rude, and I truly hope that you understand but-"

"But nothin. Ya do understand ya left a child in mah care right? And that nearly everyone else on the team has almost killed 'em at least one tahme each. Ah can't work and parent at the same tahme, so I've been doin less. Frankly Ah believe Ah'm still doin more than Ah have ta." Engie explained as he looked through the books, eventually choosing one and pulling it out of the bookshelf.

"Well then we have a problem. And being as you are then you know what we have to do with problems" Pauling spoke with a bit more conviction in her voice. Engies body tensed, his head turning back to Pauling with an increasing awareness of what Pauling was saying.

"...you wouldn't..." Engie spoke in almost a baffled tone, his eyes pleading for her to laugh or change her expression in any meaningful way.

"It's not going to be my choice. The administrator has noticed you have grown too attached to them. If Y/n keeps getting in the way of your work I'm going to have to take them away-"

"And where the hell would ya put 'em!? Whatcha gonna do?! Kill 'em that's what! Why don't ya say it with your full chest if that's what you're gonna tell me huh?!" Engie exploded, sending a baffled and completely caught off guard stare from Pauling as she did not expect such a reaction from what she thought was one of the calmest on the team.

"Dell-"

"You best keep that goddamn name off your tongue! Now Ah'm keepin Y/n, and Ah'm gonna give 'em a lahfe they deserve. You want me workin? Fahne! But don't you dare come ta me and threaten 'em. You understand me?" Engie spoke, his face red with rage and his tongue laced with poison. Pauling stood frozen, almost in fear of what she saw in front of her. A side to Engie she'd never seen before. One that, while maybe not the most threatening she'd seen or heard in her life, instilled fear for one reason and one reason alone.

Dell never made an empty promise.

Silence filled the room for a moment, allowing Engie to realize his behavior. Seeing this he reeled himself in slightly, taking a deep breath as he fixed his once aggressive posture, his calm southern look returning, though Pauling was now able to see just how well faked it was.

"Can Ah go now?" Engie asked, the only remnants of his anger found in the death grip he had on the book in his hand. Pauling slowly nodded as she sidestepped away from the door to let him go.

Just before he left he turned back to Pauling and, without a second of thought, he laid a hand on her shoulder. She flinched, but remained still with a readied stare held on him.

"Have a nahce evenin" he spoke, noting her jumpiness before heading down the halls.

Weeks passed by without a word from Pauling. He started to grow comfortable again, thinking that it was all going to simply blow over. But news had spread to him, and he now knew she was planning on taking you tonight.

She wasn't even going to tell him.

He felt rage and conflict boil, his contempt for his situation unmatched. He'd grown more than just attached to you, no he needed you. His life hadn't made sense before you, nothing besides you made any sense anymore. Your innocent eyes, your quiet nature, your smiles that seemed to only further cement your importance. You fit like a thousand-sided puzzle piece into the complex emptiness of his soul. There was no longer any point without you.

"An object removed of its most vital screw ceases to fill any purpose" he heard an old thought echo, the sound of a life no longer understood by him.

So he paced, and he thought. Thought of what they'd do to you, thought of what his life would be when he was alone again. And as his mind left him he was driven back to his past. Of everything he had never had, of everything he'd wished the people around him would provide. How they'd failed him, how it had only ever been his fault.

Just work. Work until your fingers bleed because dammit if it doesn't hurt then it's not worth it.

He'd seen himself in you. He'd seen a mirror held to his face that screamed to be noticed, to be more than work, to be more than metal...

To be human. To give others what no one could give you. To love, to care, to let his bleeding hands heal from a life that tore him apart with his full compliance.

He needed you because without you he'd lose himself.

"Engie?" The small voice called, earning his attention. He tensed a moment before turning his eyes to you. Slowly you raised a book to him, a gesture he'd grown familiar with.

His body slowly calmed as his hands hesitantly took the book.

"S'it bedtahme already?" He asked, forcing a chuckle into his voice that, being a little kid, you didn't notice the strain of. You simply nodded along. He looked between you and the book for a moment, his conflict hidden from your eyes.

"Well alrighty then. Let's get ya ta bed" he spoke with a smile, his sorrow hidden in it. You quietly turned around to head out of the room, an action that sent a pit in Engies stomach.

"Wait a minute sweetheart. Whah don't you uh...whah don't ya sleep with me for the night?" He asked. A request that you quickly nodded along to as you turned around and immediately headed towards Engies bed bleary-eyed. Engie hung back a moment before following along. Seeing as it was a nightly routine you both immediately got comfortable as you laid a head on Engies arm and he opened the book. He began to read, using his bedside light to see the words and to illuminate the illistrations. Every now and then he'd stop as you pointed to a word and he explained what it was. Dog, drapes, tiger, painting, and more. Simple words that a kid your age should probably know. But he didn't harp on you, having learned the moment Pauling had given him you to take care of that you hadn't had the best development. So he had no problem with the little things. In fact, he would have been happy reading to you for the rest of his life.

"And the dad said-" he stopped, your finger pointing to one of the words. At this point he'd calmed, distracting himself with you so that he didn't have to think about what might happen tonight. So his mind wasn't distracted from the heartbreak that came from the word you pointed out.

"Dad...hm, that's uh...that's a hard one..." He spoke in a hushed tone, his mind running a million miles a minute just trying to find a good explanation of the word. He tried to find examples, but didn't come back with any. Anything good anyway.

"Well a dad is...is a man that uh...takes care of ya. They make sure your safe...they, they make sure you're, hm, they...they're lahke..." He tried, he really did, but he struggled. He hadn't ever thought about it before, nor did he ever want to. The word itself felt poisoned to him. The title of the man who made him.

You looked over the illustration along with thinking over the segments of sentances that he'd given you before coming to your own conclusion.

"Like you?" You asked, a bit of confusion written on your face as Engie tripped over himself trying to explain something that didn't seem so complicated to you.

Engie froze, your words sending a shock through his system. He was wide-eyed as he turned to you, as if you had spoken another language to him. You shrunk under his gaze, afraid that you might have said something wrong or insulting.

"Sorry" you quickly apologized, your eyes never turning from him as he continued to stare. Eventually he snapped out of it, the reality of your words sinking in.

"No, no sweetheart you're...you're right Ah uh. Ah guess Ah kinda am a dad huh? A dad...your dad." Engie spoke, a smile growing on his face though it mixed with his shock. You slowly lost your tension as you realized he wasn't angry, though pinpointing his exact emotion was a harder task.

"Ah'm a dad" he repeated again, his smile slightly leaving as a dark realization grew.

This was bigger than himself. He didn't want to lose you, but that's not why this hurt so badly...

He wouldn't be the only one losing something here. You'd be losing him too. You'd be once again without any sense of comfort.

He was the only thing standing between you and whatever they had planned.

With that sudden realization, he knew what he must do. He had to leave, he had to go. There was only one way out and it was if he moved now. With this realization he turned back to you, only to find you fast asleep. With determination taking over his face he gently laid you down onto the bed before slowly and carefully standing up.

He had to pack. He couldn't know how long it would be with you two on the road, but he knew it was his only choice. So while you remained asleep he set to packing.

Hours passed like fleeting minutes and grueling days, each second precious but excruciating as he tried not to forget anything important. He couldn't afford to. This had to be executed quickly and quietly, no suspicion raised. Luckily no one on the team seemed to be on his case. They must be thinking he's giving final goodbyes, as if he'd just let you walk into harm's way. Well that wasn't about to happen.

He had to take multiple trips to his truck, avoiding cameras on the way in case the admin was watching. Each second he spent away he was racked with complete and utter worry. What if Pauling came now? What if he missed the opportunity? What if she managed to sneak you out? So many worries as he packed the truck. He was lucky though. He had made each trip unnoticed and with you remaining where you were each time. So as he stood at the door now he felt almost light with apprehensive glee. Slowly he walked over to you, unsure if this was some sort of dream. When he finally stood over you he couldn't fight his growing smile, the peacefulness of your tiny form so comforting. He quickly went back to the task at hand though, he didn't have much time left. He carefully picked you up, trying his best to keep you asleep. You whined a bit but managed to remain sleeping. With a sigh of relief, he began walking.

Each step felt surreal, as if his footprint was laying into different planets instead of the tile floor. He still remained careful, the now deathly silent halls making his racing heart ring in his ears along with your soft breathing.

Then he opened that garage door and was met with his truck, packed and ready to go, one key turn away from freedom. With a slightly more hurried step, he went to the truck, opening the back door before carefully sitting you down, using the packed blankets and pillows to keep you comfortable and upright. He then pulled the seatbelt over you when-

Click

The seatbelt clicked...

And the safety of a deadly weapon went with it.

"Engie'' a voice warned from only a few feet away. Slowly, and with hopes that he was just hearing things, he turned to said voice. He felt almost torn apart when he met Pauling's gaze. A long silence was found between the two of them, both of them knowing the weight of the situation. That was until Pauling spoke.

"You know better than this..." Pauling broke the intense bout of silence and in doing so removed the shock from Engies face, replacing it with a cold stare.

"If you knew what was good for ya, ya'd put that gun down an' leave" Engie threatened, a terrifying tone found in his voice that Pauling was still so unfamiliar with.

"Engie, please, just give me the kid. I don't want ta have to do this" she warned a second time, to which Engies cold stare turned to sharp daggers.

"Dell please-" before another word could be said Engie had managed to secretly grab a nearby wrench and throw it at her. Pauling, never having expected that Engie of all people would ever attack her, was so caught off guard that her mind didn't even tell her to shoot before she was on the ground, having dropped her gun in the process. She immediately scrambled to find it when the distinct sound of a cocked shotgun caused her to freeze and turn to the man she didn't even recognize anymore.

"Thought Ah told ya ta stop callin me that" Engie spoke, a dark quality now seeping into his voice as he slowly approached.

"Engie, come on! Get a hold of yourself! This isn't like you! You're making impulse decisions! What do you think is going to happen when the admin-" Paulings once again warned though was cut off when Engie placed the barrel on her head, his eyes staring directly into hers with such burning hatred that her throat tightened.

"Ah got one peice'a advahce for ya" Engie started, his face growing closer to hers.

He was no longer the person she knew anymore. She saw no semblance of the person she'd come to befriend over the years. Hatred was found in each wrinkle in his face, his old self now dead to her.

"Ya stay away from mah kid. 'Cause imma do worse'n just get ya ta beg for death. Ah'll tear ya apart 'till ya ain't nothin but eyes and a pair'a glasses" Engie spoke in a low growl, his southern accent dripping heavily off his tongue. She has no time afterward to respond before-

BANG!

She was no longer a problem.

Engie stayed there a moment, his rage swirling inside him at just simply the thought of what she had tried to do. He didn't stay there for long though as he heard a quiet struggle before a small yell met his ears.

"Engie! E-Engie!" Your small voice cried. With panic taking full form on his face his head whipped around, though he felt immediate relief when he didn't see you behind him. He instead heard the yelling from the truck. He stood quickly anyway, running to your door just in case something was happening. He instead found you pulling on your seatbelt in what looked like a panic as rushes of tears fell down your face. When you spotted him though you calmed, as if only his presence meant you were safe.

"I-I'm stuck" you spoke, your small hands still messing with your seatbelt. He let out a held breath as he realized you were completely fine.

"S'alrahght sweetheart. That's just a seatbelt. Keeps ya safe" he answered, a soft smile forced on his face as he pushed his panic to the back of his mind.

Pauling most definitely had a respawn chip, which meant he had about an hour to get as far away as he could, that is if she hadn't already called for someone before coming to him. Even with this time limit, Engie was focused on keeping you calm.

The less you knew the better.

"Oh...Where?" You asked, your eyes looking around the place you've never been before as your panic began to completely subside.

"Well we're about ta go on the road. Speakin'a which we should get goin" he said in his usual calm tone. He closed your door, the sound causing you to jump a little bit due to the noise. You assumed that sound must have been what woke you up. You didn't ask Engie though. You didn't think it was important now that the two of you were leaving.

Engie hit a button on the wall which began opening the garage door. As it clinked open at an excruciatingly slow pace Engie took the front seat, searching his pockets for a moment before finding his keys and quickly turning the ignition. Without a second more of hesitation he backed out of the garage and sped away.

He didn't focus on anything else until he was away from the base and on straight shot road, which took a few minites. Once he was sure he had some distance away from anyone who could stop him he looked in his rear-view to see if anyone was following. Upon seeing no one he was going to turn his eyes back onto the road.

A child at the hand of a made monster

That was until he saw himself

His eyes stayed glued for a few extra seconds as he realized that he was covered in crimson, the splatter of it found on his face. He had killed someone that not too long ago he would have considered a friend, he was leaving behind decades of work, his entire life. For this...

And not a single once of guilt or apprehension flowed through his body.

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Hi, I love your writing so much! :) Could I request a dracoxreader where the reader is having a really bad day and he ends up comforting & cuddling her until she stops crying and eventually falls asleep in his arms. He just admires her while she's sleeping and is really sweet to her when she wakes up

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pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

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authors note: thank you so much,, I’m glad you like my writing !! also sorry for this thing so long, i actually started it around when you sent it but then my brain just shut down and i couldn’t really figure out how exactly i wanted to write everything but here it is— with the end sort of changed up :)

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you were having a horrible day and there was no other way to describe it. really, you searched, high and low for a way to see it in a brighter light but you just couldn’t. from start to middle and to now, what you would call the end, there was no positive connotation for how you felt.

first, you’d woken up late from none of your dorm mates taking the time to get you up. they left some note on the dresser saying that they tried but every time you’d raise your head, you’d just bury yourself amongst the blankets again. and that shouldn’t have been a big deal nor should it have made a huge dent in your day, but once you checked the clock which the paper was stuck to, you cringed at the fact that you had missed the entirety of breakfast.

so then you were late to transfigurations for the fourth time that week, earning a very passive aggressive lecture from professor mcgonagall on why it was imperative to be on time and not to be off ‘dilly dallying’ when you were supposed to be learning.

and that would've also been okay because you completely understood where her frustration was coming from, even though the idea of why you’d been late in the first place was totally off and completely wrong—

you were just a heavy sleeper who needed to set more alarms that would wake you up rather than everyone else except you.

but no, it wasn’t that simple, she had to do it in front of the whole class, one filled with some of the most obnoxious gryffindors who you’d ever met. some threw disgusted looks while others went as far as whistling and howling because malfoy’s girlfriend showed up looking like she’d just rolled out of his bed.

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everything had gone well— until your third lesson when you accidentally knocked over a jar of a very hard to obtain ingredient on your way out to lunch. and snape was quick to blame it on you, not the fact that if it was so hard to harvest, maybe the best place to store it wasn’t in glass on the edge of a table.

nevertheless, he made you stay back to clean the mess by hand when the same job with magic with less time wasted— by the time you did get there, nearly all of the good foods were gone and so was your boyfriend who you were ready to vent to about the whole thing.

“he had to go to the library to tutor that first year, he made me save you this piece of cake though,” daphne explained, handing you a piece of lemon cake wrapped up in a brown napkin, your favorite.

“thanks daph,” you smiled, feeling that your day was improving and that you could save your little rant for the end of the day.

“no problem.”

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but it didn’t. no, your day didn’t improve in the slightest. because now your stomach was tightening, glancing down at the big red T staining the charms exam that you'd spent a bunch of time studying for.

it was staring right back at you, like a taunt that all of your hard work had gone to waste, and professor flitwick's look of disappointment didn’t help at all.

so you knew by the time you’d got out of the illuminated room and to the gloomy dungeons you were crying, taking advantage of the dark lighting as your shoes pattered against the stone floor.

and once you made it to the entrance of the slytherin common room, muttering the three syllable password that draco had given you earlier that week and walking up the long staircase, you made sure you looked presentable. not a tear in sight like you’d had the best day in the world. but still, for safe measure, your eyes were wiped once more before knocking on the door.

“come in!” you heard a comforting voice call out from the other side of the wooden door.

you slowly turned the knob and walked in, putting your bag down and untying the fabric around your neck without making a single piece of eye contact with him in hope that he wouldn’t notice your current state.

“oh love it’s just you, you know you don’t have to knock,” he said before not fully relaxing into the bed, concerned at how long it was taking you to undo a tie.

“are you alright?”

“course i am,” you lied, turning around and mustering up the best smile you could still causing him to look at you skeptically.

“that’s good, how was your day then?” he asked, trying to go at the situation in the best way, not expecting your face to fall at the question.

he was being genuine and it was something you should've expected since he asked it every time you’d go through this routine but no, no, no, he should've asked something different because it’s just what pushed you over the edge.

your lip quivered as that gut wrenching feeling that you hadn't felt in a long time came, a pit forming in your stomach until it traveled up to your throat and there was no way to swallow it back down. your eyes started to water as you shook your head, trying to tell him no without talking because you knew if you did, it wouldn't end up well for you. and he already knew that because immediately after he saw the signs, he enveloped you in his arms.

you weren’t a person who cried often, not even that time you fell off your quidditch broom, you refused to do it because it ‘hadn't hurt that bad’ and it would seriously concern him sometimes, on why you were so intent on not doing it. but he hadn’t asked any questions knowing how you’d like to be treated in these times, you didn't want to be bombarded with solutions or asks or told that you would get and feel better, but just to be held until it passed.

so that’s what he did, let you cry it out until his shirt was wet with salty tears, knowing that when you did wake up, he'd figure out the mess on his own and make you feel better over whatever happened throughout the oh so terrible day.

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inner-sparkle-inner-writings · 2 years

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Welcome!!!

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I’m open to write many fandoms and characters!!! Requests will always be open, I just have a few ground set rules/guidelines to go over before we get started:

Star Wars

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Harry Potter

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The Office

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The Outsiders

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The Maze Runner

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Supernatural

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• character x character shipping

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min-jpg · 3 years

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🌼Hello! I'm Min (they/she)🌼 Thank you for stopping by. I write Genshin Impact headcanons/scenarios/one shots etc for almost any character. My work will be a mixture of bulleted drabbles and paragraphs depending on the fic.

About me

DNI : racist, homophobic, transphobic, pedophile, incest shipper. This is a safe space for me and my followers. Any negativity will not be tolerated.

I apply warnings if needed in my writings, so please proceed with caution!

Request: CLOSE

What I can/will write :

-SFW, romantic or platonic

-NSFW for characters that are deemed adults only

-angst and heavy topics (mental health, disabilities, etc)

-AUs

What I will not write :

-character x character / ships

-leaked/unreleased characters (I need time to learn their personality)

-NSFW with triggering and inappropriate themes (non-con, SA, pedophilia, grooming, etc)

-yandere headcanon

Masterlist under the cut

✨SFW✨

-(Xiao) conqueror of your demons

-(Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Xiao) giving genshin characters consecutive kisses

-(Rosaria) home is where you are

-(Aether, Kazuha, Venti, Xiao) poetry ft 4NEMO

-(Kazuha) his dally confession

-(Aether) companion

-(Diluc, Zhongli) with a Fem Bimbo!reader

-(Childe, Kaeya, Xiao) with a Fem Bimbo!reader

-(Albedo, Kazuha, Venti) with a Fem Bimbo!reader

-(Kaeya, Xiao, Zhongli) kidnapped with a Fem Rich!reader

-(Childe, Diluc, Kazuha) kidnapped with a Fem Rich!reader

-(Diluc) everlasting flame

🔥NSFW🔥

-(Sub!Childe, Sub!Xiao x Dom GN!reader) pretty boy

-(Sucrose x Male!reader) first "experiment"

-(Zhongli x Adepit GN!reader) take me whole

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hpalways · 3 years

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Conquer || Childe

Disclaimer: This is a Yandere! Childe x Reader Oneshot. There will be obsession, light gore, and death. If you are not comfortable with such topics, you do not have to read it. I would also like to put a reminder that I do not condone such behavior either, nor should toxic relationships ever be romanticized. Thank you for reading if you choose to do so!

BLADES coated of water skewered the enemy, pummeling them down mercilessly with every motion. The quick fight was soon over, so the male brushed his gloved hands together and left the vicinity, plastering a smile on his face yet again. Tartaglia had just gone on a quick errand for the Fatui, to analyze an area for their future plans. However, he ran into a little trouble there and ended up fighting monsters and whatnot.

It frustrated him, having to deal with such lowlifes. He was better than this! If it didn't provide him the thrill he was so desperate to lay hands upon, then what was the damn point? They shouldn't even be spared any time, for they forced him to dally along, which kept him away from you longer.

He combed his fingers through his red locks, sighing in the process. It was about time he began the trek back to Liyue Harbor. Lands spreading far and wide, he stayed obediently on the path and watched the peaceful birds soar through the skies. It was a very nice day today, but he felt restless anyway. The hands at the sides were twitching, nails digging sharply into the palms until blood seeped out. The pain of it did not bother him at all -- in fact, he merely enjoyed it, lips curving up into an actual smile. It made everything less pleasant, but more real.

The greenery grasslands of the wilderness faded into pavement, marked by the craft of humans. The huge structures of the city brimmed of familiarity of what he called 'home' for the past few months now. It would never truly be home of course, and it would never satisfy his wants, but it would have to do. At least you were apart of it.

His dark boots echoed upon the planked docks as he dodged the bodies milling about. The waves lapping below were as clear as the sky, reflecting against the warm sun. He knew exactly where to find you, and had sucked in a breath when he indeed saw the person he wished to see the most. [h/c] hair blowing with the wind behind, your figure was hunched down, a pair of chopsticks in your hand. You were on a lunchbreak from your job at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, so you were currently shoving down food at your favorite spot of Liyue. It was a simple place -- the edge of the dock with a good view of the sea, but it was also where you and Childe marked the first letter of your names on the rail.

"If it isn't my favorite comrade." The voice nearly sent you jumping in fright, so you whirled your head around to meet deep, blue hues. The tall male was leaning on the ledge, capturing you wholly with an unwavering gaze.

"Childe! You've returned," you said, grinning at the sight of him.

He leaned closer in, immediately causing your heart to race. Without a second to waste, he kissed you chastely, tasting you softly, in addition, the salt coming from the chicken you just ate. You instantly kissed back, cheeks warmed and lids closed, the food forgotten entirely. Body heat stemmed from him, wrapping you in a comfortable embrace. It was enough to ease your current worries, because Childe was here. The man you loved since the time of beginning... was safe and sound. It wasn't that you doubted his skills -- because he was strong -- very strong, considering he helped train you previously -- but the world out there was still terrifying. Not just that, but he could sometimes get ahead of himself; that was a call for trouble.

His kiss suddenly deepened, lips and tongue burning you until it began to eat you away. Your heart pounded ever so faster, but not in excitement -- rather in alarm. Pulling your head back from him and hungrily gulping fists of air, you averted your eyes to the waters. Despite not looking back at the Snezhayan man, you could feel his gaze digging into the side of your face. He appeared confused as to why the act of affection ceased so soon.

You decided to answer his unvoiced question, knowing it'd be a bigger hassle if you didn't. "I'm eating and we're in public." No response came from him. "Would you like a piece?"

Snatching a piece of chicken from your bowl, you turned to look at him. That was when you noticed how tired he looked. Dark circles adorned beneath his eyes, his hair was messy, and his outfit was slightly rumpled. What had exactly happened out there? Even the offer for food didn't appeal to him, his body stoic without the charm he usually exuded.

Then it happened like a light switch. He nodded eagerly, opening his mouth for the chicken. Despite your unease, you pretended not to see it and did as asked. Plopping it into his mouth, his expression brightened and he nodded while chewing. "Very delicious. Isn't life beautiful, [Y/N]? It's always beautiful with you here."

"Oh... stop being a flirt," you laughed, shaking your head to hide your flustered state.

"Why should I ever?" he asked, tilting his head. A finger twirled around your hair strand, twisting it -- deeper and deeper like a snake burrowing within. He grinned wide, teeth baring and too bright it nearly blinded you. "You're fun to tease."

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes, turning your attention back onto the food. "How did your day go today?"

"It was annoying," he murmured, features growing dim for a second. "I had only hilichurls to fight. I need something stronger."

"Isn't that a good a thing? You won't get hurt that way."

He blinked at you, brows raised for a few seconds. "You're right," he agreed, shocking you. He wasn't the type of person to stray from the idea of danger. "Patience is key. My opportunity will arrive when it comes."

Oh. So that was what he meant. "That's not the point," you mumbled under your breath, repressing the sigh threatening to spill out. He wouldn't listen to your warnings anyway, so you decided not to press on it. "You look exhausted, Childe. Are you taking care of yourself?"

"I'm not tired at all," he smoothly denied, expanding his smile even more, as if to try and convince you. "Besides, it's our date night, isn't it? I'm not missing out on something so special just for a nap."

That was right. With how busy both your schedules were, the last time you went out on a date with him was a month ago. It was a miracle when the two of you found an evening where both parties were free. Even so, it was a little worrying. You would rather reschedule than force him to go somewhere when he was in that state. Before you could say anything, he beat the punch, as if he read your mind just then.

"We're going. You can't say no."

"Fine," you sighed, shaking your head with a small smile on the lips. "Ah, shoot. I should get back to the Parlor. Break is already over. It went by too fast." Shoving the rest of the food into your mouth, you swallowed it in one go. There was one last thing to do. On the tip of your toes, you pressed your lips on the side of his face, feeling his smooth skin under. Soft as a baby's. How unfair. "See you tonight?"

He nodded, shooting a quick wink your way. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, comrade."

Chuckling under your breath, you whirled around and left the docks, oblivious to the eyes glued on to your form.

The moment you arrived to the building of your workplace, a certain director was waiting. She had long, brown hair put into two ponytails, with a dark hat sitting on top. Amber eyes showed from beneath her bangs, darting back and forth in wonder. Her fingers continued to tug the sleeves of her dark, traditional coat. It was none other than Hu Tao -- the person you called a boss.

"[Y/N]! You were a minute late!" she said, huffing as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Oh... sorry," you said, scratching your head.

She picked something up beside her. It was a stack of papers, showcasing calligraphy, which advertised the company. Same old Hu Tao. She never gave a break about it, considering clients were hard to keep. More-so, the woman was the one who typically scared them away, talking about death and whatnot. It sometimes unnerved you too, but it kept things interesting. Hmm... now that you thought about it, you attracted quite the strange bunch of people in life. Strange people often led to strange situations. Strange situations often led to death. Death?! Did your boss somehow brainwash your brain into thinking like her?

Hu Tao dropped the heavy pile upon your arms. "Let's go and find more clients! While we're at it, we'll tape these on some buildings too!" she declared, pumping a fist into the air.

Forced to follow her like a lowly dog, you drooped your head and did as ordered. It was a nightmare having to approach these people, witnessing the terrifying lines Hu Tao would sometimes spit out to them and the horror apparent in these innocent citizens' eyes. Then they'd threaten to call the guards on her, so the two of you would be forced to flee, and the cycle would continue. If not obvious by now, this was your least favorite task of this job, but it wasn't like you could argue with her. If she ended up firing you, you wouldn't know what to do.

Traveling through the city of the Geo Archon, you prepared yourself for the long day ahead.

The sun was setting by the time the two of you began to return to the Parlor. Skies streamed of pink and orange, looking magnificently beautiful. Lights began to illuminate the buildings, coloring the streets with its warm glow. It was growing silent too; the merchants and travelers were beginning to retire to their abodes. This made it much more peaceful and a definite welcoming sight to see. The embarrassment you gone through today made you wish to never see another human being again.

Ah. It was getting near the designated time for the date with Childe. Just as you were about to ask to be dismissed by your boss, the female beside you had let out a groan.

Turning your head to the left, you found Hu Tao sagging to the ground, grasping her head in pain. "Are you okay?" you questioned in panic, shaky hands unsure of what to do.

It was over quickly. She stood up and brushed herself off, clearing her throat. "I have a bad feeling," she said, placing her hand onto your shoulder. You glanced down in bewilderment, confused by her line of actions. "Someone is going to die. Is it you?"

"What--" you blubbered. "That's not funny at all, Hu Tao."

She hummed, placing a finger on her chin in deep thought. "Perhaps it's me."

"Don't say that!" you gasped, shoulders trembling in shock. What the hell was she spewing out?! Maybe you should be used to her tactics at this point, but never had she said something so... so drastic! Why would say she such a thing? How could she say it so casually? She was lying, wasn't she? This couldn't possibly be real!

Her expression was entirely serious. Trailing from your shoulder to your wrist, her tight grip weaved around it. "Come with me. We're going to Wuwang Hill."

You decided to go with her. This was an emergency. The original thought of your date with Childe had been pushed to the back of your mind, entirely forgotten.

The trip to the this place she talked about was longer than expected. Night had fallen across the lands, dim stars twinkling in the distance. It was dark out -- it didn't help that you found yourself in some abandoned woods, where gnarly trees stemmed from the ground. Where did she just take you? Her prophecy about someone's death was beginning to look a bit more convincing. The woods were the perfect spot for a murder scene. You flinched at the sound of a stray owl hooting from somewhere.

The woman finally halted at a mound of dirt, to which she nodded in approval at. She spun around to face you, giving you a thumbs up. "Alright. Just wait here for me. I'll be back in a bit."

"What?! You can't just bring me to this creepy place and ditch me like that! Let me go with you-"

She shook her head, looking stern. "I can't do that. Nothing will happen to you, I promise." Her words were a little hard to believe and did not help to assure you at all.

Despite your futile protests, she ignored them and entered a magical veil. In less than a second, she was gone, leaving you alone in a dark... dark place. Curses ran through your mind and you hugged yourself in paranoia. All was silent, saved for the rustle of leaves blowing against the wind. The moon casted trickles of light past the gaps of trees, the color of it more ghastly than helpful. Broken wood littered the ground, which you assumed were past homes. What happened here? If people used to live here, what happened?

The nape of your neck prickled, the feeling of it slithering down the spine of your back. It sank its fangs into you, ready to spill your blood to fill the soil. Whirling around, you found an empty clearing, with no one there.

Taking a step back, you tripped over a log. Shit! Shutting your eyes, you prepared for the fall. The wind knocked out of you, but before the impact arrived, time had froze to a stand still.

Cold, searing hands were placed on you, burning into your back through the fabrics of your shirt. Eyes opened to see the familiar outline of a person. You yanked away and shoulders lowered. Relief seeped into you, knowing that it wasn't somebody dangerous. He was here to protect you, for he was untouchable, unmatched in skills and strength. Suddenly, you did a double take. "What are you doing here, Childe?"

"I followed you here," he said, a grin never leaving his face. Pearls gleamed, reflecting the moon's glow. His gaze didn't match the smile he had on though; they were overflowing with something. Turmoil. Anger. Desire. "I was going to pick you up from the Parlor as a surprise, but then I saw you leave the city."

"The... date," you mumbled, knitting your brows together. "I'm so sorry...! I can explain."

"Hush," he said, grin stretching ever wider. He snatched a strand of your [h/c] hair, breathing it in deeply, while licking his lips in the process. "There's nothing to explain. You decided your job was more important than me."

"That's not it!"

He ignored your remark, scanning the surroundings with great interest. "This place is pretty dead. There's nothing to kill." Bending down, he picked up a wilting flower, analyzing it with those haunting hues of his. The next second, the flower was crushed in his hand, squeezed so hard it had turned into dust. He blew on it and the specks disappeared into the breeze. "Where's Hu Tao?"

Hu Tao... He had never paid attention to her before. As far as you knew, they had not spoken to each other once. What did he want with her? Your lips parted, but your throat dried. No words came out. You couldn't seem to find your voice.

"Cat caught your tongue?" he sneered, taking a step forward. His question was repeated, a little harsher on the edge. "Where's Hu Tao?"

"I'm back!"

Speak of the devil. The brunette had appeared out from the burrow yet again. Childe whipped around at the voice, a crazed excitement flashing past him. You wanted to scream at the girl to get out of here immediately, but your mouth would not move. Although, why? Childe was your boyfriend, was he not? What was this fear that threatened to suffocate your every being?

The tall man went over to the director, who had stopped in her tracks. "So this is it," she breathed out, her gaze locking in with the red head. "Balance has been shaken because of you, Harbringer."

"Does it look like I give a damn about your words?" he said, barking out a chilling laugh. "Please do at least give a nice challenge for a fight. I've been bored all day."

"I have no choice, do I?" she said, slowly unsheathing her polearm.

"No! Stop it! Leave her alone." you yelled out, running out to the battlefield.

He pushed you back, sending you sprawling to the ground. "Stay there." You tried to get up, but by then, it was too late.

Blue and red visions gleamed in the dark and in a biting realization, you knew who was instantly at a disadvantage. Childe had taken out his blades as well, water forming from them. The two figures ran at each other in great speed, weapons clashing and clanging. Every time Hu Tao tried to hit him, it was easily met by the other, the fire dissolving at the taste of water. Steam arose in the air, fogging the air around. "At this point, I won't even need to go into the other form. You're weak," Childe taunted.

"And you're hurting [Y/N] with your selfish deeds," his opponent quipped. Fury blossomed in the depths of his heart at the sound of this. He was going to go easy before, to keep the fight going for longer, but it was running out. Hitting her polearm with his entire strength, he knocked the long stick from her hands.

He grabbed her by her neck, squeezing it. Her legs were lifted from the ground, eyes bulging and her hands desperately trying to scratch the iron grip of his. She wheezed out in pain, the sound of it raw and scratchy. "Stop! Stop it, dammit!" you cried, crawling over to the scene. He ignored you, dropping the ragged body of the woman down. She was still alive, but barely.

Just as you were about to reach her, Childe had kneeled down and plunged the recently dropped polearm straight down into her chest. Then he did it again. And again. And again. Blood splattered upon his face, where a sick smile took place. Sticky substance landed on yours, the intense iron smell making your stomach turn. The woman's eyes which used to gleam of life had faded, though they were still wide in horror for the upending doom.

You couldn't even process it or grieve.

His bloodlust eyes turned on you, crimson splatters oozing down like drying paint. Wiping a spot from his cheek, he sucked his thumb and smiled, looking too happy -- looking too normal for someone with blood on their face. You reeled back, uneven breaths breaking the uncanny silence.

"[Y/N]."

You couldn't answer. You didn't have an answer. This wasn't your boyfriend anymore. He was a stranger. A murderer.

"[Y/N]."

Nails dug into the dirt and you dared scooted yourself back.

"Why do you look scared?"

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. He was pouting, jutting his bottom lip out childishly. How could he say that with his hand still on the polearm used to kill someone? Stop it.

"I won't hurt you. I will never hurt you."

"Leave... me... alone..." Your voice cracked and it shook with every syllable. With the last bit of your strength, you heaved yourself up and began to run like your life depended on it. And it did.

You barely last a few seconds. Yanked back roughly by your shoulder, he held you, claws digging into the side of your torso. His head lowered and hot breath tickled your ear lobes as he whispered.

"I will never leave you. One day, I will conquer the world. So I need you by my side. Forever."

His blue eyes were no longer blue. They were purple, the color of poison.

A/N: PLEASE the way childes banner is coming very very soon but i be writing this-

If youre pulling for him, good luck! We're getting our bastard man babes :D

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writer-akihiko · 3 years

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After your hiatus, can you do a Yandere!Yamato (I don't know why, but I'm attracted to this guy from HEAVENS) x Reader in a Fairy Tale AU loosely based on Romeo and Juliet (but without the tragic ending). Set it in Victorianesque-era? The protagonists are from rival households (Raging and Shining if it'll make it easier) and as children, Yamato first encounters the reader from a distance (he sees her on the balcony of her bedroom and wandering through the mansion gardens) and becomes infatuated with her (leads into obsession). They finally meet at a party where the reader has her society debut (social gatherings are the only time the households have to be in each other's presence despite their rivalry) and his obsession with her intensifies, so much that he does crazy things just to be near her. I'll leave the rest of the story up to you!

Just Say Yes - Yandere!Yamato X Reader

Thank you for the request! This was also a birthday request, so I hope this was a good birthday present! Cut for Yandere content.

This is my personal characterisation of Yamato from Utapri as a Yandere. Actual Yamato would not do this; this is my take on how Yamato acts as a Yandere.

TWs: Light Yandere, Death, Manipulation

The day of the society debut.

The day where you'd finally be granted your social freedom, the day you were waiting to make friends, to enjoy the music, the dancing, the…

You'd wish the day would never come.

If you knew what he planned oh so long ago…

~○~

"Oh! Miss YN! You can't be dilly-dallying for so long! You must be prepared for tonight!" Your loyal maid, Tomochika cried out loud.

Once again, you had to leave your beloved balcony, your daydreaming haven for other business. You sighed, shifting your cardigan back on. You snapped out of your trance when your maid caught your attention.

"YN! What are you thinking about?!"

You huffed, confessing to your dear friend the person who haunted your daydreams. "A certain man…"

The gasp from Tomochika was expected. You knew how much of a sucker she was for a good romance. You let her have her giddy episode, as she hopped and skipped with joy.

"Who is he?!"

She repeated the question over and over again, shaking your shoulders. Before you could even reply, she listed off name after name of most likely handsome lords and barons.

"Is it Duke Ichinose?! Oh, but you've never seen him before…" She thought about it once again. "No, no, it should be the foreign Prince Camus! He's just come to the nation and all the ladies must be swooning~ Or is it the Kurusu twins?! One's a scholar and the other's a knight, certainly a great package-"

"It's… Lord Hyuga…"

CRASH!

The collision of the metal tray and the stone floor resonated throughout the room.

Tomochika grabbed onto your wrists, shaking you. "Y-You mean the older brother right?! The- The brother that leads the Neutral Faction, and not-"

"Lord Yamato Hyuga…"

"Y-YN… I feel faint…"

Tomochika dramatically fell over onto your bed, wanting to scream. "YN, I really care for you, but…"

You hesitated. "I know what you might say…"

"How?!" She asked, on her knees, tugging the end of your dress. "You know it's a hopeless love, please YN, I want you to be happy!"

You shrugged her off, stooping to her level. "I know… I know it's impossible…"

You comforted her, hugging her. Your tears also soaked her uniform, as you couldn't stop the way you felt. It felt useless to have such feelings.

The world wouldn't change itself for your sake after all.

~○~

"…And that is what I overheard from the LN estate, Yamato." Shion reported. Undergoing such an operation would be called mad, but there was no guarantee that Yamato would be safe, especially when it came to things regarding YN.

"Van also reported that the Head of the LN Family plans to undergo a political marriage," Yamato added, staring at the map of the division of land. As a local of the Otori Faction, it was damn near impossible to get close to her, but with all of his plans finally falling in place, he might just achieve his one goal.

"I'll visit Eichii tonight," He announced to Shion. "He can have the LN's land for all I care. I just want YN…"

"Understood, Lord Yamato."

~○~

The cheerful joys of the townspeople would soon be ruined, Yamato thought to himself, as he rode the same carriage as the Kurusu twins and Count Shinomiya.

"Hoi, Yamato," Syo called out. "I know you're mostly doing this on your own, so I wanna apologise for not contributing sooner."

He shook his head. "The one you should be apologising to is Eichii. After all, I just want to get my darling and get out," He admitted. He got a tiny kick out of the Kurusu scholar, Kaoru looking so shocked at his intentions. "If Kira hadn't found out about the utter corruption going on in the Shining Faction, I might've just lived on with a broken heart."

Count Natsuki grinned, patting his shoulder. "What a lovestruck lad, don't you agree Syo-chan? But it isn't as cute as you two~"

The usual teasing between the three went on, as Yamato prepared his disguise. Everything had to go picture perfect, otherwise he'd die trying.

~○~

"Your attendant, Count Shinomiya?" The servant asked.

Count Shinomiya was excellent at hiding a true façade, as he was well-known for being a happy-go-lucky man. "Why yes. Thank you for inquiring so."

Once Yamato entered the debut ball, he bolted to the balcony, beyond the gardens and there he found you…

He climbed over the walls, hopping over to you. He couldn't stop himself from twirling you around, kissing your cheek and peppering kisses over your face.

"My YN… I've missed you…"

Your reddened face and your dress just made Yamato want to whisk you away… "YN, you should be prepared. Don't be afraid when people start bursting in. Stick close to the stairs or the walls. I'll find you."

You could only nod, hesitant about what Yamato could mean.

~○~

Your heart thumped, simply waiting for the disaster to begin. Your usual self wouldn't want such harm, but this was a chance. A chance to escape the constricted life that you lead on…

The scream of a woman alerted you that the assailants were breaking through the glass of the room. Tomochika immediately rushed to your side, holding onto your arm as you both sunk to the ground.

The men in dark clothes knocked out a number of guests, leaving the higher nobles alive and standing. You could only assume that Yamato also had the men corner the other guards and knights.

A man approached you, hugging you by the waist and revealing himself as Yamato Hyuga. A few gasps rung through the room, and your cousin flew into a fury.

"What is the meaning of this?! We had a truce! You dare defile the contrac-"

Before your cousin could utter another word, Yamato silenced him with his sword.

He looked over your family in utter disgust, wasting no time to order his men to execute them.

"Ya-Yamato?" You were in tears, seeing your family killed and other nobles killed. You could only assume that the nobles left alive were working with Yamato as well.

He got on one knee, kissing your hand. "What is it YN? With this rebellion, we can be free to marry. You can be my wife, forever…"

You shivered, instinctively pulling away from his hand. You immediately regretted it, as your lover had a look of utter disappointment on his face.

"What is it YN? Don't you love me?"

"Y-Yes I do but-"

"Then is it so hard?...

Just say yes."

#yandere yamato #uta no prince sama #utapri #yamato hyuga #utapri yamato #yamato x reader #utapri yamato x reader #yandere yamato hyuga #yandere utapri

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kikosaurscave · 4 years

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Kinktober: Day 2- Katsuki Bakugo- Dont get caught!

Hi I know im late with this its currently the twelfth and this has been finished since the fourth, this is unedited im sorry but I hope you enjoy somehow since this is short :)

also credit to @-yuputka- on wattpad this is from their ‘Yandere! Bakusquad x Reader x Protective! Dekusquad’ book! im sorry that i basically stole the plot but i guess it was a small oneshot connecting to it? im really sorry though if i shouldve asked, their book is great go check it out! i enjoyed it quite a lot, thank you?

You know exactly how you got there, though it was a blur parts of the time.

You had just finished taking a shower after dinner, which was consisted with your parents bullshitting Katsuki, your childhood friend, while you sat next to your brother Neito, they were talking about how he was and is a bad influence because he had left a little scratch on you when you two were younger, but now you were back from a year long trip from America well not trip more like a quirk training camp, nevermind that.

You laid on your back on your bed before hearing the light knock on your window, not scared for your life you knew the only person ballsy enough to knock on your window at what was now midnight would be Katsuki.

You sighed, getting up from your bed and walking over to your window and pulling back the curtain, “Gah! Katsuki? What are you doing here?!” You whisper-yelled, but he didnt respond he just pointed towards the lock.

After he jumped through your now open window he smirked down at you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in close, he whispered into your ear “I was just thinking about you teddybear, so I thought I might come over”

You blushed, feeling something lick your neck, that being his tongue. You pulled back with a visible dark blush as you looked up at him. You were wordless, so you took a step back, causing him to take another towards you. This continued until you hit your bed, causing you to fall more like sit down on it in front of the smirking blonde.

Still looking up at you, he knelt down and kissed your lips, roughly yet passionately.

You gasped and felt his tongue slip into your mouth before you had the chance to kiss him back. That wouldve been something you didnt want yet needed so badly.

You unconsciously wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, he laid you on your f/c bed properly all while searching every crevice of your mouth. Moaning softly, you dragged your hands down his clothed torso as he did yours.

He wore his Jurassic Park shirt that he loved, he also wore some sweats as if he too had just gotten out of the shower or went for a jog.

You wore a hoodie, his hoodie, with no bra (gotta let those puppies breath) and the

f/c comfy shorts you had that you wore to sleep, they were originally Izuku’s and had All Might on them but he let you have them because he left them at your house when he slept over once.

He drifted his hands under the hoodie you wore, “This is mine,” he teased while tugging at the cotton fabric before dragging his hands lower, “And these are Deku’s” he growled, while looking at the shorts you wore right now, “I can tell by how dorky they are” he laughed a little.

You huffed, “Katsuki, thats not nice” you pouted, he just chuckled at your sudden innocence before taking his shirt off.

You admired his abs and double d titties.

Feeling the waistband snap at your skin, you yelp a little to which he did it again. “H-hey!” You muttered, scolding him in a platonic way.

“These. They should go.” He said to you, pulling them down by the waistband earning a small hesitant moan.

He took them off, realising you werent wearing PaNTieS underneath them at all (gotta let the cat out of the bag every once in a while), he looked subtle though he was blushing like crazy.

He tossed your shorts to the side, admiring you in all your glory. “Hey..st-op staring” you pouted to which he looked up at you with that same smirk before leaning over to you and kissing you deeply with you immediately kissing back.

He dilly dallied his hands up and down your inner thighs sometimes stroking your aching cunt from time to time earning a small whimper from you. (if your a boss ass bitch then be submissive for me this once)

All while still kissing you he dragged his hands up your skin, still feeling you up on his way to take your his hoodie off, releasing twiddle dee and tweedle doo, his face lit up at the sight of your gorgeous body. (Dont ever say your body is disgusting, you’re gorgeous)

You felt him squeeze and play with them, moaning at his touch. You finally realised how closed you were (6 feet :/) he had his clothed member (rip wattpad) pressed up at your entrance, feeling how hard he was he could almost cum at the sight of you in front of him. The desire that he kept pent up inside him now had a chance to leave and explore not only you sexually but this could be the start to a new relationship, one he always wished for.

Leaning down to your cunt that dripped with your sweet juices he cheekily dragged him tongue up and down the sensitive skin, lapping up some of the wet substance, tasting you right in front of your face when he looked up at you. He moaned with a small growl, “You taste so sweet, teddybear” he eyed your half lidded eyes as you looked away, enjoying the new feeling of him rubbing his middle finger between your lips while you held in loud moans.

The ended with cautious fucking and raspy breathing, soft moaning and a heavy needing.

#kinktober #katsukibakugo #bnha #mha #bnhafanfic #fanfic #october #day2 #bakugokatsuki #kinktober2020 #simpcave

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siswritesyanderes · 5 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you can make this yandere story into an interesting perspective. Maybe a Newt Scamander x yandere slytherin reader. Reader is extremely popular and has a domineering personality, but she is drawn to newt, a timid shy Hufflepuff. He’s intimidated by her but likes leta lestrange. She finds out and does anything and everything to make him hers. (You can get creative on what she does). -Slytherin Queen

The worst part wasn’t that you had no business falling for the soft-spoken Hufflepuff to begin with.

It was surprising, though; your normal type was the sharp, witty specimen, usually from Slytherin (like yourself) or Ravenclaw. Someone to sharpen yourself against, someone who you could use to refine your own way of speaking, to make yourself the flawless linguist that you are. Once, you had even gone for a Gryffindor, just for the energy, for the loud, explosive arguments, just to be sure that you could dominate that battlefield as well, and you could. But Newt Scamander? Not only was he not someone to talk around (He barely spoke at all; where was the fun in that?), but you were rather certain that you weren’t just after how dating him would increase your social power. When you gazed after him, it was his gentleness, his sweetness, that you craved. Which was utter insanity, but not the worst part of it.

The worst part wasn’t that he chose Leta Lestrange, that pariah, to walk with and moon at with those guileless eyes.

It was agonizing, though, watching the way he willingly spoke with Lestrange, when getting three words out of him outside of class was normally like pulling teeth. Watching the way his walls fell as he regaled Lestrange with random facts about magical creatures- you only knew that that was what they spoke about because you managed to get it out of other people who walked closer to them. Yourself, you kept a subtle distance. It was agonizing. Infuriating. Made you want to grab Lestrange by her ankles and fling her off the Astronomy tower, or else take Newt Scamander by the shoulders and shake him, or possibly preferably both. But even that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was that you couldn’t even lie to yourself that he would choose you if he knew you.

Because he did know you.

Everyone knew you.

You were obscenely popular, absurdly well-liked. And even if Scamander had managed to isolate himself from the social scene of Hogwarts enough to not pick up on that, he had to have noticed you in class, outspoken as you were. You always made some remark that had the other students laughing, earning a pause and an indulgent smile from the teacher. And he was no wallflower in class, either, so he had to notice you. He absolutely noticed you.

And that made everything so much worse.

He knew who you were, how charming and attractive and likable, and he chose Lestrange as his little playmate. It was horrifying.

Because he was yours. He didn’t know it, because Lestrange had him caught up in the intrigue of her wounded rebel girl performance, but he was yours. His pretty face and his shy blush and his soft voice, his cute trivial fascinations, all of those were yours. And you didn’t mind other people enjoying what was yours- You would flaunt him, once he learned his place, and enjoy watching people admire him as much as you enjoyed having people admire your own beauty -but only on your terms. Which meant no dallying with Lestrange’s illegitimate daughter.

You considered every alleyway to him before you made your move.

You thought about using his brother, who was more social and therefore more accessible, but sizing up their relationship led you to doubt that Newt would favor someone because his brother introduced them.

You considered attacking Lestrange- socially, psychologically, even physically -but you were quick to surmise that adding to the brokenness that drew Newt to Leta in the first place would not be helpful.

And attacking his relationship with Leta? Tricking him, or her, in some way to make them fall apart? Risky. You didn’t know how he would react. It would be pleasing, to tear Lestrange from his life and place yourself in the void, but you couldn’t be sure that it would be a clean break, that it wouldn’t also damage his ability to trust or form connections. Newt did not have many friends, and while you hated that he had chosen Leta, the girl had at least done the job of making the foundation for you. That could be used to your advantage.

It was quite a puzzle, and a frustration, but you arrived at the conclusion that Lestrange was the pathway. Scamander was a Hufflepuff for a reason. And likewise, there was a reason that you were a Slytherin.

“Oh, stop that, won’t you, Milligan? She’s not bothering anybody.” You kept your tone casual, but it did the trick: everyone stared, Leta included. Milligan looked torn between obediently lowering her wand from its position (aimed at Leta’s chest) and asking you, the popular Slytherin girl who had just defended Leta Lestrange, if you were feeling quite well.

You glanced at Leta and saw that, while you had the girl’s attention, you would have to go a bit farther.

“Honestly, don’t you get bored of tormenting the poor thing?”

Lestrange blinked, then took advantage of Milligan’s perplexed distraction and ran off. Not a thanking type. Just as well; the seed was sown.

Word spread that Lestrange was under your protection, which resulted in mass confusion (not that you necessarily cared), fewer problems for Lestrange (which just barely mattered to you), and several curious glances from Newt.

Finally.

But that was only the sugar in the trap.

While you were extremely popular, not everyone in the school liked you. Quite the contrary; being extremely popular meant that people could not be indifferent to you (except apparently Newt), which in turn meant that anyone who didn’t grovel in your presence, detested you with all of their energy. And to those people, Leta Lestrange had just become an easy, less formidable target for their distaste for you. And you knew this.

So you used it.

You shadowed Newt and Leta when they went on one of their little walks on the grounds. Of course, in a space that open, you were noticed.

“What are you playing at?” Leta asked, holding her wand out threateningly as Newt looked at you with wary eyes.

“Sorry to follow you,” you replied placidly. “I have to warn you, though: I heard that Norton and her lot plan to ambush you if you go down into the Forest like you always do.” You had heard that Norton meant an ambush; Gryffindors liked to talk, and you were a good listener. Especially when your presence was an unwelcome secret.

“H-how do they know we always go down there?” Newt chimed in, and warmth filled you at having him willingly conversing with you.

“Everyone knows,” you answered bluntly, a crooked smile in place. “You aren’t exactly using Disillusionment Charms.”

“Why are you helping us?” Leta asked.

You had prepared for this question. You had crafted the perfect answer. “Why did you heal the baby raven?”

Lestrange had her surprised reaction, but your eyes were only on Newt, who had the most wonderful expression, like he had discovered that you were worth knowing. Like he wanted to know you. You wished you could freeze this moment in time, freeze him in that revelation. When you learned the spell to pull out your own memories, you would keep this one in a Pensieve forever, to revisit.

And sometime down the line, once you were secure that you had him, that he loved you with all of his power to love, you knew that you would probably punish him for the fact that there had ever been a time before this moment, that he hadn’t just sprung into being knowing who he belonged to.

And he would stay by your side, and people would compliment you on your pretty Hufflepuff (never ever using his name, out of respect for you), and they would ask before touching him ( “May I shake his hand?” ), and you would allow it or forbid it depending on your mood, and everyone would know that he was yours, and he would look at you just like this, with this exact level of wonder, all the time.

His interested look might not have seemed much to someone less resourceful than yourself, but you knew that your foot was in the door now. Now he was talking to you, and that was all you needed. A person willing to speak to you was a person about to be persuaded to your will.

Especially given what you hadn’t told them: It had actually been a lie that Norton’s ambush was planned for the Forest. Really, Norton would be ambushing Leta later, when she was alone, on her way to the Slytherin common room. And tenacious as Lestrange was, she would be no match for the group Norton planned to bring. Especially since you had Imperius’d one of them to do a bit more than just light bullying.

Leta would end up in St. Mungo’s, the perpetrator’s wand would be guilty of the spell (and it wasn’t like they could track an Imperius, especially on someone who didn’t remember being under it), and Newt would be suddenly without Leta’s deadweight.

But you had warned her about Norton. And, most importantly, Newt knew that you had warned her.

He would know that he was yours by the end of the week.

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(Not sure if this was what you were hoping for, Slytherin Queen Sis! I didn’t want to make you wait much longer though, lol. Hope you enjoyed it!)

#yandere #yandere reader #newt scamander

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