#but i guess this old man is my first platonic yandere

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Blanche (Yandere Oc)

tw: depiction of abuse, stalking, heavy gore, violence, captivity, torture, human excrement, like really gross stuff, lots of words 4.5k

"Oh, why, hello my darling dove." You approached the man with the kindest, deep blue eyes you have ever seen. He sets his notebook and pen down on the table nearby. He stood up from his garden chair and opened his arms wide as he smiled, his sweet, downturned eyes closing into crescents. The corner of his eyes and mouth wrinkled in genuine happiness upon seeing you.

You hugged him, allowing his gorgeous, tight curls to brush against your arms. You wonder how he could maintain such Rapunzel-esque hair that reaches the back of his knees, especially when it's deceptively short. You remember unraveling one of his curls, to find out that it's twice as long than it originally presented itself as. If it was straightened, it would be pooling around his feet like a massive flood.

"How are you, my sweet? Did you have a wonderful day?" He asked, his voice honeyed and at a higher pitch than how he usually talks to others. His long, natural nails gently raked through your hair, while you played with his pitch-black but streaked with the lightest of grey strands.

You told him that you were thirsty, and you asked if he had anything for you to drink.

"Of course, my beloved flower. Come, let me lead you to my kitchen." You removed yourself from him as he wrapped his fingers around your hand. The man picked his cane up that was resting on the side of his chair. He then hummed a happy tune to himself as he leisurely walked away from his resting spot in the garden, bringing you along with him.

You peered up at the tall, loving man. You always thought that he had a peculiar sense of fashion, especially in this modern day. He looks like someone straight out of the romantic era, around the 1800s. The man, who you know as Blanche, would never be seen without his dark brown waistcoat, a tailcoat of a similar color, white frilly cravat, and long beige trousers. Likewise, he brings his antique, wooden cane wherever he goes.

You don't think you have ever seen him wear anything else other than his polished leather shoes and black garden boots. You certainly never seen slippers around his cottage home.

"Here you go, my darling." He handed you a cup of fresh juice. "I just squeezed them this morning. I can only hope to have my oranges as sweet as you, but I believe it should at least taste decent." Blanche caressed the side of your face as you drank, kissing the top of your head.

Once you're done, you grin and thank him earnestly. He simply nuzzled his charming Greek nose against yours. "You're very welcome, my dear dove."

You like how calm he is, it's evident in the way he speaks; he speaks slowly and softly as if there wasn't a single rush in the world, perhaps sometimes it's frustrating that it takes him an eternity to finish a sentence, but living in a reality where the fast and the furious is greatly rewarded, Blanche is a nice escape for you. Especially when you're exhausted and anxious.

His movements too, remind you of a carefree snail. He takes his time doing anything ever. You watched him pour himself some juice for himself in the same cup, you would have done it in half the time he took to do so.

"My light, are you hungry?" He asked before taking a sip of juice. You said yes, you're a bit famished after making that long trek into the forest to find his home, you just came right after your classes too. "That's wonderful. I just made a blueberry pie today." He walked to the kitchen window, where you saw a delicious, golden brown pie slowly cooling. Blanche picked it up and set it down on the chipped, dining table.

"How was school, my dear?" Asked Blanche as he opened his drawers and cupboards agonizingly slowly to find the appropriate cutlery for you and him.

You reminded him that you're studying in university, He seemed to ignore that. So you continued, telling him that it was exhausting and boring, you wished that your lecturers would be a bit more entertaining in teaching the materials.

"That's quite a shame." He cut a slice and placed it on a ceramic saucer with painted floral patterns on it. Blanche gently sets it in front of you, putting a small dessert fork on the same plate.

You then went on to tell him the good news: the creep who has been trying to get into your pants for the past few days must have given up because you didn't see him around anymore.

"That's nice, dear." He smiled, gathering a couple of serviettes from a drawer nearby and setting it on the table.

You dug in as always, the man smiled at you, feeling his heart swell in glee as you enjoyed his baking.

He gave himself a slice too and sat in front of you. Then, you asked him about his day.

"Oh, the usual. Deary and dull before you come along and fill it with such vibrant colors. I'm so happy that you're visiting me today, I was lonely." He replied, cutting the slice into small pieces first.

The way you met Blanche was somewhat bizarre, but you're glad that you met him. he's the comfort that you need in this world. You would always go to him when things get tough, he will tell you that everything is going to be okay; and you would only believe him, no one else.

You met him online, there was this website where people from all walks of life visit to make friends. You initially used it to date or do one-night stands to try and fill the void in your life, but you end up finding sweet, old Blanche. You find it humorous and sad that his own profile described him as a very lonely and eccentric middle-aged man, who is looking for someone to love. He didn't specify what type of love he is seeking, but he expressed his displeasure and sadness towards previous online 'friends' of his taking advantage of his kindness and desperation to have a companion- stealing his money, robbing his house and even beating him up numerous times because he was perceived as this weak, old man.

You felt your heartstrings being tugged at as you read the words, he was really begging whoever was making those numerous fake accounts to stop harassing him. Apparently, some younger folks thought it was funny to cyber bully him, reveal private information online, send him death threats, and send him disgusting, gut-wrenching hate messages just because he wasn't as well versed in the internet as the others.

Luckily, one day, they just stopped. Ceasing all torment towards the kind man. No one knew what happened, but from that day on, no one tried to talk to him anymore. It's all radio silence.

Until you came along and decided to give it a try. It takes him a good amount of time to type a string of text, but it's always meaningful, poetic, and beautiful. He sends paragraphs as if he's writing a letter to be sent through a carrier pigeon.

The first time you met Blanche, you were filled to the brim with anxiety. Shaking and gnawing on your fingers as you take the bus to the cafe you and him were supposed to meet. This isn't someone who's the same age as you, he is much older and you feel... Weird. There isn't anything wrong with seeking friendships with him because you're an adult, you know what you're doing.

But it's so... Different. You don't know what to expect.

You definitely didn't expect the instant warmth that brought your panic and anxiousness to an all time low. Something about his vibes, his looks and the way he carried himself was so soothing. He didn't have to say anything, all he did was look your way and gave you such a genial wave along with a toothy smile.

The afternoon went swimmingly, it wasn't awkward at all; it was as if you were talking with a close, guardian-like family member. You were comfortable, maybe a bit too comfortable because you realized you overshared after you went back home. You really didn't have to tell him about your stomach problems you're suffering at the moment in such detail.

The next time you met up with Blanche, he gave you a wooden box filled with teabags of his homegrown herbs. He claimed it will help cure your condition as long as you drink it.

You didn't really believe him, thinking he's just some old fart who practices pseudoscience and most likely doesn't agree with the use of vaccines. But you decided to brew some of his tea anyways, since he seems so excited to share you a part of his world.

To your surprise and embarrassment, it got rid of the symptoms. You're no longer bloated on most days and you feel great.

Now, you would just describe to him whatever is plaguing you; it could be insomnia, a common cold, or even your crippling mental health crises. Blanche would always have something growing on his land that would cure it.

That is where you learned that he lives in a cottage, in the middle of a forest. His garden is extensive, planting all sorts of trees, shrubs, shoots and flowers. He has the greenest thumb you have ever seen. You once gave him a pot of succulents which you thought were dead, due to your failure to water it at all. Blanche looked positively horrified at the condition of the poor plant in the beginning, but he assured you that it's okay, he can help it.

You were confused, you gave it to him because you thought he would use the clay pot. But instead, he returned it to you with its planty resident healthy and plump. You knew it was the same one because it looked exactly like how you first bought it.

Blanche gave you a handwritten card of instructions on how to take care of your new, leafy friend. You tried your best to follow it, but ultimately, you gave it back to him. It now rests on the windowsill beside his bed.

Your friendship with him grew as months went by. He would have you in his cottage, you would have him in your shared dorm. To which, he prefers not to step foot into the biohazardous student kitchen. That's why, you're usually visiting him, instead the other way round.

Blanche is lovely to have in your life. Whenever you visit him, you will always leave with a week's worth of groceries; mostly vegetables and fruits that happily grew on his plot of soil. But also, there would be containers upon containers of ready-to-eat meals he cooked prior to your visit.

You became healthier and your grades went up, thanks to the convenience of his delicious cooking. Although they're mostly vegetarian since he's almost solely using produce from his back yard, it's still so tasty even the average carnivore would scarf it down without hesitance.

You're also convinced whatever he adds into his meals are making you smarter. You get to focus on your classes better and you could retain much more information than before. He would excitedly tell you all about the strange and whimsical spices he added into your dish, describing what chemical compounds might be the culprit in helping you form more brain cells.

Aside from planting, he would crochet, knit or sew. And he would churn out items fast. It was so jarring to see his hands move like the insides of a racecar motor when you could fit five eye blinks in one of his own. He was the person who crocheted your laptop bag, your favourite winter and summer top, knitted your beanie, your comfiest pair of socks and your snow gloves.

Whenever there is a rip or tear in your clothes, even if the shoulder straps of your bag fell off, you could simply bring it over to his cottage and he would return it good as new. Being friends with Blanche allowed you to save up a substantial amount of money, you would then use it to buy him a new smartphone. It may not be the most luxurious, but it's definitely worlds away from the yellowed brick phone with a numerical pad he owns.

You think it is time for him to transition into the modern world, and you care for him enough to bust a hole in your already very empty university student wallet to help him. The next thing on your agenda was to buy him a new computer or laptop because he is using one that is ridiculously thick and cuboid; with a terrible screen resolution. It took him half an hour just to access the internet.

He was over the moon upon gifting it to him. To the point of tears, he was indescribably happy. You were worried as to why he was on his knees, hugging you close to him as he sobbed loudly on your shoulder. Initially, you thought you triggered something traumatic or did something to offend him, but Blanche assured you that wasn't the case.

Only after he calmed himself down, prepared a teapot of his homemade tea blend for the two of you, did he explain:

You are his one true friend, who consistently showed up for Blanche, cared for him, showed interest in his character, never hit him, and did not try to swindle money off him. It was surprising and melancholic, to say the least, that this was the only gift he ever received out of love and kindness; without the other party wanting anything in return. It was so nice for once to have someone around who isn't only after his wealth or free labor.

You didn't get how the world could be so cruel to such a kind spirit. It made you angry how he was badly mistreated in the past, but he simply smiled and told you that everyone must move on. Blanche has you, and that is all that matters to him.

You still weren't satisfied. You asked if he had gone to the police, told their parents, told their workplace- anything! They can't just get away without any repercussions, it makes your blood boil and heartache for your friend.

Blanche merely smiled, albeit ominously. He told you not to fret over them, as they eventually "Got what they deserved." He didn't elaborate on that further, you simply assumed that he said what he said due to his overly forgiving nature and not wanting you to worry about his torment.

It wasn't easy teaching him how to use the smartphone, though. Every little thing, he would call you using his rotary phone on how to use it; "Hello, darling. This is Blanche speaking, Could you please come over sometime this afternoon to guide me through the steps on how to surf the interweb on this lovely gadget you gifted me? I seem to have forgotten how to do so."

You think he's just using that as an excuse to hang out with you. Because there is no way he would forget how to tap on a couple of things after the 16th time.

You did ask him about his family. Blanche would tilt his head to the side and give you a saddened smile. Before telling you about how his parents weren't good people, he ran away from home and didn't know the fate of his other siblings. Because of his background and peculiar personality, he found it hard to create lasting bonds as they would always wound up abandoning him or abusing him. He said that he must be excreting some sort of pheromone that attracts people like these.

But he held no ill will towards them, as they "got what they deserved". You brushed that off again as Blanche being too nice to the cruel world.

You're concerned, though. It really seems like you're his only ally. He is definitely clingier now that the friendship has deepened. You're worried that you're going to have to say "no" to some of his requests to have your presence here as he grows more and more unbearable, it's definitely going to break his heart.

"My rose?"

You were snapped out of your thoughts upon feeling Blanche's fingers gently pushing your hair back. You're now back to the present, where you and he are comfortable with light skin-ship, you also liked how he would call you all these pet names. It made you feel so fluttery inside.

"Are you alright, dear? You seem to be distracted with something." He cupped your cheeks and inspected your face further. His eyebrows were knitted in concern.

You said that you were fine, just thinking about your daily obligations and how you should get going soon.

He frowned. "Must you go?" He whispered. "I'm so lonely out here. Please stay for a while longer."

You can't because you have a work shift starting soon. Plus, you have to complete that assignment that you're putting off because you were too busy accompanying Blanche in his isolated Cottage with the world's worst internet connection.

He sighed, looking miserable. "Please wait for a few minutes, I have something for you." Blanche stood up and made his way upstairs.

You watch him ascend the stairs with one hand on the handrails, and the other on his cane. You think that this might be an extremely dangerous lifestyle for a man like him to live, what if he trips and falls? He wouldn't be able to call for help, especially when phone reception out here is atrocious.

You continued eating your slice of blueberry pie, even taking another slice from the dish for yourself. You knew Blanche wouldn't mind, and you knew that he was going to make you bring the entire thing home anyway.

He came back down a few minutes later, holding a brown envelope. Immediately, you went on to reject it. You already knew what was in there and you didn't feel comfortable accepting it.

"Please, I insist, my love." He tried slipping it into your bag, but you wrestled it away from your belongings. You said that you have no use for it, you can make your own money.

For the past few weeks, he has been giving you regular allowances. It isn't anything to scoff at either, it's always one grand per envelope. Now you can see why there were so many people who tried to siphon as much funds out of Blanche as possible.

"I have no doubt in my heart that you are capable, but I... I'd like to buy your time, please." He clasped his hands around yours, bringing your fingers to his soft lips. "I want to spend more time with you, I want you to stay longer. Will you do that for me, my love?"

You paused, it was hard to say no to those big, pleading eyes of his. But you have to, even if you don't necessarily have to work with Blanche's financial help, you still need to put in effort in your studies to not fail.

So with a heavy chest, you said no. You promised that you would visit him again very soon, you just need to get your assignments out of the way and you will be golden.

His shoulders sagged in defeat as he softly whimpered under his breath.

"Alright." He muttered, before reviving the loving smile on his lips.

He opened his arms, to which you gladly threw yourself in. He laughed, picking you up and pressing kisses against your cheek. Blanche tenderly twirled you around, letting your legs dangle in the air as you too giggled. You rubbed your face against his frilly cravat, also enjoying the feeling of his lips on the crown of your head.

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Blanche is now alone in his garden. His lips were pressed in a thin straight line. You left a few minutes ago with his personal cart filled with his fresh produce for the week. And also the remaining blueberry pie that is stashed away in a container for convenience. He hopes that the eggs he gave you are enough to last until your next visit, his chickens are producing a bit less than usual.

He picked up his pen and notebook he left on the garden table earlier. Blanche then tucked the cane under his arm before marching away without wasting any time. Without you witnessing, Blanche actually moves scarily quick, his graceful agility allows him to traverse the span of his garden speedily without damaging any of his crops.

Blanche walked deeper and deeper into the foilage until the sunlight could barely be seen through the dense vegetation.

Eventually, he reached a dilapidated wooden shed. Blanche stood right in front of the door with a heavy lock and took out his golden stopwatch from his breast pocket. The male noted the time before writing it down in his notebook.

He kept them away, Blanche then fished out a key, along with a hairband from another pocket in his trousers. His lower eyelid twitched as he tied his voluptuous hair into a large, very messy bun. But at least it's not going to interfere too much with what he's about to do.

He unlocked the door and pushed it open using his shoulder, it was hard to move it as the hinges had rusted to a considerable degree. Blanche dusted his sleeve off before taking out his notebook again, noting that he had to replace its parts soon.

Finally, he kept everything back in his pockets. Blanche tightened his fists in anger as pathetic muffled screaming and wailing reached his ears.

"Oh, be quiet, will you?" He snarked, a complete 180° from the Blanche that you're used to. Luckily, you're not here to see it.

He turned around to see your harasser. Completely naked and covered in bloody, infected lacerations. His face and body were blue from bruises and other injuries. He was gagged using his own clothes that were cut up by Blanche. His victim couldn't escape if he wanted to, as he was tightly bound by metal chains that were cutting circulation around his wrists and ankles.

There was rot, maggots, blood, and excretory products all around him as the bodies of Blanche's ex-friends decomposed around the creep. He was squirming in his own puddle of urine and vomit, as Blanche has kept him there since yesterday, right after you went home from your last class.

He is used to the smell of death. He worked with natural fertilizers, after all.

Blanche took long strides towards his trembling form, which only shook even more the closer he got.

He lets out a shout when Blanche strikes him using the end of his cane, the force is so strong that it instantly breaks the skin on his head, making him bleed profusely.

Blanche's eyelids twitched even more, he suddenly discarded his cane before pulling out two brass knuckles from his left pant pocket. He hastily puts them on before throwing powerful punches against his current, human punching bag.

Cracks, screams, and crunches resonated throughout the small space as Blanche let out all his frustrations on him. All his hatred towards the world, his anguish, and misery of not being around you, all of it- your harasser has to bear. Just because he chose the wrong person to mess with.

Blood, spit, and other fluids splattered on his once pristine clothing, dying his cravat red.

"Fucking disgrace." He mumbled as he managed to beat the man to a pulp, striking him hard and long enough to expose the broken bones to the stagnant air. Blanche continued scraping the flesh off his bone using the brass, there is an easier way to extract his bones, but he would very much rather use this method to relieve him of his rage. And, this delivers the maximum amount of pain and fear into your offender, a justified punishment for him, for disturbing Blanche's precious flower's peace.

Sweat beads down Blanche's forehead as he went on whaling on the unconscious, deformed mass that was starting to lose heat. Ichor pooled around his shoes, mixing with the other foul fluids around him.

Once he has managed to liquefy his flesh from his repeated, rapid pummeling, Blanche dug his bare fingers into the gory heap to extract the bones, gathering them in his arms and not caring that he has dirtied himself greatly.

He grunted as he ripped the bones from its weakened ligaments, spraying scarlet all over the already viscera-covered walls.

Blanche panted as he stood up straight, one arm holding his yield, the other hand taking out his once clean pocketwatch, now he's soiling it with bloodied fingerprints.

Five hours. Five whole hours of brutalization to pacify Blanche from his sorrow of watching you cut your visit short, due to some silly little assignments. He shook his head, he could have used all that time doing something else, but he needed to take care of this bastard anyway.

Now that he's not as upset, he took his time documenting whatever he did in his notebook which is equally covered in biohazardous grime.

He then turned around, and picked up his cane, not bothering to face the mutilated, unrecognizable mass of meat behind him one last time. Blanche was already thinking about what to do next as he locked the shed up, the previous bloodied fingerprints on the pad were washed away by the rain a few days prior.

He lets his mind wander to you, thinking about what you're doing right now. Blanche knows there is zero chance of you calling or contacting him through the phone because he knows that you're now at this stupid house party instead of working on your assignment like you told him.

Blanche isn't as tech-illiterate as you think. He is also not that gullible, he knows more than you believe or could ever imagine.

He wishes that you would be a bit more truthful towards him. But as of now, he's content with the amount and quality of bones he managed to harvest.

He made the long walk back to his cottage in the dark, his eyes already adapted to the darkness from decades of 'gardening' at night.

Blanche was mentally calculating the amount of time and heat needed to dehydrate the bones, to make them into bonemeal for his chickens. He suspected that they weren't producing as many eggs as usual because their calcium count was low, so the shell wouldn't be developing properly.

But thoughts of you kept interrupting his head. Blanche would smile, looking forward to your next visit. He would definitely have enough eggs for you by then.

[knullanon]

How would yanderes Batboys (Romantic and separate) react to someone kissing reader's hand? I'd love to see this go down

I think ya'll really like the batfam stuff I write lol. anyways, here it is!

warnings: possesiveness, lmk if I missed any!

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Dick Grayson/Nightwing

It happened at a gala. He had brought you with him because he liked having you around, especially to show off to others. But what he wasn't expecting was someone to actually kiss your hand.

His mind goes blank for a moment, but his anger returns once he's out of his trance. He doesn't do much, just walks up to you and drags you away, briefly giving the guy the best death glare he can muster. Afterward, he sits at the table and waits for the guy to leave before he gets back up again.

He's pretty pissed. He stays by you for the rest of the gala, and it doesn't leave his mind for a few days, but after a while he semi forgets about it. However, any time you both go to a gala or something similar, he is very protective and hovers close by, glued to your side.

Jason Todd/Red Hood

This was his first gala after he came back to the family. He was originally not going to go, but Bruce somehow convinced you to go, and you were too adorable eto say no to, which is how he ended up here, watching as some asshat try to woo you over.

He doesn't get too physical, but he does step in between you and the guy, asking him if he needed somehting. The man backs off because Jason is 6' and huge in comparison, and he really doesn't want to start a fight with a man who could sock him within 2 seconds.

Jason just becomes very grumpy after this. His mood, night and time at the gala is ruined, and no matter what you do, he won't stop mumbling. However, after the gala, he does become more happy, and by the end of the night, after trying to cheer him up, he eventually stops and tries to become more happier. He is glad, though, that he doesn't see the little shrimp anymore.

Tim Drake/Red Robin

Again, also probably happened at a gala. If not, I would guess a party at the Wayne Manor. He jus tbrings oyu around because he worries about what you'll do when your alone, but seeing someone kiss your hand makes him regret even bringing you.

He doesn't have any shock time, he just walks up, takes your hand, and walks away. He won't let you say any bye's either, he's gonna walk out and go home with you. Ends up with you two cuddling in his fancy apartment.

Afterward, he wouldn't even bring you to anymore galas. Partys, yeah he probably still would just because it's his home, he knows what's going down, and he almost always knows where you are at all times. But galas? He won't even think about it, he might even make you sick or try to convince your mind otherwise so he won't have to bring you. Of course, if it does come to that he'll stay right by your side.

Damian Wayne/Robin (aged up obvi)

It was his 21st birthday. Bruce had hosted a party at the Manor ("Damian, please." "Fine."), and had invited most of their super friends, however, he had also invited some different important people from his buisness. Unfortunatly, one of those people was more old fashioned than the rest, and had kissed your hand as a sign of respect.

Damian did not like that. He did not like that all. None of them caused much of a commontion about it, but for Damian, he had the guest be kicked out. Unpromptly. When someone asked him about it, he said he had made lewd remarks and gesteres towards different people, which later on, ruined the mans reputation.

Damian does not play with people who touch you. Even if its just platonically, or respectfully. He starts asking you to be more firm with your boundries, and while you take it in a "aw, my boyfriend is so caring", he's in the mindset of "if anyone touches them again, I have to kill them".

[gulnarsultan]

Ned Stark to Cersei: “Your children are not Baratheons, they hab golden hair instead of the dark. Tell me, my Queen, did something happened between you and your brother Jaime. Because I’ll tell Robert about it.

Modern Reader appears right behind Cersei: “Lord Eddart Stark, I also realised that your children Sansa, Robb and Bran have ginger hair and not the dark hair like it supposed to. Starks have dark hair and Tully have ginger hair. Tell us, Lord Stark, did something happened between Lady Catelyn and her brother Edmure Tully? Are Sansa, Robb and Bran bastards?

Ned Stark:……

Modern Reader: “Do you realise that what you said was idiotic and insulting? I never thought that an HONORABLE man like you could say that.

Ned Stark starting to feel uncomfortable and he explains that all Baratheon children have dark hair. Meanwhile Modern Reader explains that the children have features of both of their parents, also Reader brings up children from House Baratheon that didn’t have dark hair, the reason why no one knows about it is because the children were daughters of the family. Modern Reader explains that Cersei had first child with dark hair, who unfortunately didn’t make it.

While Modern Reader explains Ned Stark about the facts and the genetics works and all. Yandere platonic Cersei is very thankful for Modern Reader for saving her and her children.

I’m not sure whether the first child survives or not, but I think Ned Stark with Jon Arryn wouldn’t have suspected anything, because the first child has Baratheon features and other children (Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen) just resemble their mother and that’s it. Also I think Modern Reader would know the truth, but won’t say it in order to protect her family. I guess after that explanation Ned Stark would probably live and he won’t die.

What do you think about it? I’d like to hear your thoughts. Imagine Ned’s reaction and probably Jaime’s

Ned notices reader, who is the protective mother chicken for Cersei who comes upon him.

Ned : 😳

Reader : 😡

This moment is sure to live. But reader will never let anyone insult his brothers. 😅🤣😂 I would like to see the shape of Ned's face. He had never imagined that his own family would be accused of incest and treason. I think Cersei and Robert's firstborn will survive. Thanks to the information that the reader knows, the baby is saved. Moreover, we know that Cersenin had Robert's baby aborted at least once. I think the reader will not allow it. So Cersei and Robert will have two children. Jaime collapses from laughter when he hears it. He laughs so much that he can't hold back his tears. Ned's face grows old as he can't see the forensic shape. Ned is shocked by what he hears. The questions directed against his family cause him to get angry. I think he understands that he shouldn't be buzzing anymore. The Crown Prince has the full Baratheon look anyway. Most likely, Ned won't die and there won't be any wars.

[hydrangeyes]

love language

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

Edit: So shuffling through my docs It's been brought to my attention that wattpad (who I use as backup) Cut a lot of my fics in half??? anyway I'll be trying to fix that also

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lego monkey king character love languages

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Wukong:

- It's physical touch

- like come on it's so obvious frfr this man is emotionally constipated

- that and gifts of any kind

- one day you get a shiny rock the next he's giving you an ancient and precious golden pendant or something

- more times than not you can find each other cuddling and sun bathing on his island or temple

- if he's feeling particularly soft or something that is when he speaks up, pulling you aside to play with your fingers as he nervously asks if you know just how much he loves you. (This def feels more constant after the lbd deal)

- at first it was sweet but towards the 3rd hour of him describing everything you basically kiss him silent

- work out around him and all that goes through his head is "buddah I'm so very gay, gay gay gay, my mate is so fucking hot."

- I whole heartily believe he would recite that audio of spike saying "I love a person who can beat him up, I want it to get embarrassing." Just towards you and it's so fucking funny.

Macaque:

- He's vocal and physical.

- vocal in a round about way but def the type to fuss when you have to get up from the cuddle pile for even a sec

- feel like Mac would recite poetry or lines from a play

- will beat someone up for you, a single frown and he's already plotting murder

- in turn melts when you give him a kiss anywhere

- his favorites are on the cheek

- anyway, he wouldn't give you gifts unless its during festivals and such, very much a practical use gift giver

- he doesn't want there to be any doubt that he loves you and knows you love him, and if there's a smidgen of doubt he's blunt in asking

- Besides sandy idk why but probably the most to be very hands down "communication is key" in the relationship

- idk why but he likes hanging or being on your shoulders, whether your short or talk my dude, he's on your shoulders in some way

Tang:

- I head canon he's demi on all accounts cause I want too, so everything starts as friendship

- as time goes he starts dragging you about to his fav places to eat or snack

- seems like the type to bring you back really good food

- he can't cook for shit but he just found this new food place and thinks you might like it

- in a non yandere way keeps tabs on everything you enjoy

- so I guess also a gift giver

- the gifts are food (I would say folklore books but I feel like that's more something you give him and you both read it together)

- hard to say what else as I've convinced my mind that tang is happily married (platonic or not) to pigsy and then both dating sandy, speaking of which-

Sandy:

- everything, he's a giver

- cuddles, gifts, kisses, cooking you meals, talking

- sandy I feel is very loving, just a big old cheese ball

- Just imagining him waking you up with a kiss on the forhead and the smell of your favorite tea and breakfast, mo purr on the bed as you guys talk about what to do today

- I def wanna say he's definitely a "look at my awesome handsome boyfriend/fiancee/husband/partner!" Will Smith pose style

- leaves stick notes of love letters and I love yous everywhere when he is in a rush for work or helping the gang somewhere

Pigsy:

- Easy

- he cooks you meals, he's great at it and it's something he's most confident in

- not just any but handmade and usually family recipes he doesn't make for the shop

- Spending time to show you how to make his family recipes

- a "Why would I buy you chocolates when I can make you chocolate from scratch for sweethearts day?"

- the calmest around you, not that you mind when he's being passionate (about hobbies and a new recipe he's thought of)

- his secret taste tester, before tang he let's you try all the new meals he has planned

- he tries to flirt but he sucks at it, you are kinda into that, it's cute

- He's very vocal but nervous when it comes to affection but gives it in abundance

- the way he proposes is asking if you wanna help parent mk

- if you ever fight (usually on work and taking breaks), you both give each other the silent treatment; pigsby usually caves first (hes hot headed but once he cools down its liek why was i even mad???) and goes to talk things out, usually the shop is closed next day and you both are on a date

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I wish to ramble, so here I am rambling.

I have been impatiently waiting for the next chapter of a manga called I'm being raised by villains and it is so so good. And with potential for every ML involved to be a yandere.

I will be talking about plot so spoilers are inevitable. You have been warned.

Okie dokie with that out of the way.

As far as the most recent chapter for me (ch.23) there are 2 love interests (1 who is definitely Yan) and 1 in-the-process-of-breaking platonic yan dad.

I will ramble my thoughts on each of them in the order they appear in the manga.

The dad.

Man's really pulled a "At first I was like, haha my child, as a joke. But bro, I don't think it's a joke anymore". Dude went "BEHOLD! A CHILD!" to "BEHOLD! MY CHILD!" Fucking love this trope.

He realized that he loved this kid and then she was humiliated, hurt and vanished and it is heavily implied that he's not doing so well up in the brain space because his beloved daughter is missing and I can't wait for him to break.

It likely won't happen but I really want to see him go on some grief fueled rampage, looking desperately for his daughter.

This possibility has inspired a different yandere werewolf fic that is still in the works (oop. More spoilers I guess 👀)

The Magician

This one already broke :)

Sweet little baby mc is off on her own and trying to find this boys parents and he's furious because she's missing technically and he might be feeling abandoned by, not only his birth family but also his new found family that he has with her. She is his mental stability your honor.

The new guy

He's literally been here for like 2 chapters and he's already calling this tiny 5 year old his master and barking for her. Bro, she gave you bread, chill.

I can see is future yandere the being a manipulative one. Maybe to her (pwease let me stay 🥺), definitely to the people around or in her way(you are clearly of no more use to her so why don't you go to that cliff over there and jump ☺️).

He's going to be either her most loyal servant and right hand man or her most prominent annoyance.

I have left out much as it does not contribute to the discussion on yanderes. Also I wanna try a secret second thing out. So go read or re-read this manga right now damn it! I am very much enjoying it.

Aww can't have an infinite list of "read more" lines. Damn. Oh well

The massive thing I left out!

1. It's Isekai. I like Isekai, sue me.

2. SHES A MOTHER FUKN DRAGON BITCH!!! AND HER LITTLE WINGS ARE BEGINNING TO GROW IN! They are currently only just little nublets but I can't wait until she reveals herself in all her majestic dragon-y glory!

That is all. Have a very nice "time_frame".

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Broken-Style Remix: Platonic Yandere Bruce Wayne + Bat-Family & Dakota Blake (Part 5)

SUBTITLE: THE HUNTRESS OF ARTEMIS

SUMMARY: Damian Wayne decides to get rid of the Father Figures in his elder sister's life so that she will embrace Bruce Wayne as her one true father and him as her younger brother. One night, as Robin, he stalks Tobias Blake and intends to end his life when he is intercepted by the Mysterious Hunter of Artemis who claims that the Blake Family is under her protection.

NOTE: WRITTEN IN SCRIPT FORMAT

[LOCATION - THE BLAKE FAMILY BAKERY - 15 MINUTES AFTER OPENING]

[The Shop smells like fresh baked goods like muffins, cinnamon rolls, and other pastries, as well as coffee, tea, and other delicious drinks. Damian sits in his chair at a high table with his laptop before him as he types away - he looks like he is doing homework but he is taking notes on Rani Blake as she and her employees work in the shop; there has to be something he can use against them so that Dakota would come to them instead. It's been a month since Wild Berry Week and Damian still comes into the shop for a Blueberry Muffin along with a cup of coffee; he learned that Dakota made the recipe for the muffins while Rani bakes them, that's the only reason he comes to the bakery and enjoys his sister's creations before leaving his when his father calls for him. So far, the bakery is running smoothly but he occasionally sees Rani glaring at him to which he smirks at her; she knows that the Wayne Family is after Dakota and she wants nothing more than to kick him out but if she kicked out a member of the Wayne Family without reason, it would be bad for business and she didn't want any bad publicity in the papers about her bakery.]

[The door opened and Damian looked up from his laptop to see a familiar male walk into the bakery: Tobias Blake. He looked into him: A Military Man who served 2 tours and collected a great number of scars - physically and mentally - but he managed to get himself together and find a decent job along with a woman by the name of Tori Bishop - now going by the name Tori Blake after her marriage to Tobias. Damian looked the man up and down: He was tall and muscular with short rusty red hair and green eyes that went well with his tan skin; as much as he didn't want to admit it, he saw what Tori saw in him - a kind-hearted man with a will and body of steel.]

Tobias (Walks over to the counter and waves Rani over): Hey, Little Sister, I wanted to inform you that your new shipment of supplies and pans is here. I guess Wild Berry Week damaged your pans, huh? 

Rani (Exhales as she runs her hand through her long red hair): Yes, they did. I wish 'Kota would work with me here, then I could have more hands around to get more muffins out.

Tobias (Places his hands in his pockets): You know that Dakota loves where she is, Rani, plus I don't think her godmother would give up her number one barista without a fight. Literally.

Rani: I know. I know. You sure do know a lot about Dakota, Elder Brother, but that's to be expected from the man who raised her all those years ago. Remember when she called you 'Daddy' when she was first learning how to speak? You still have that recording, don't you?

Tobias (Blushed in embarrassment as he scratched the back of his head with a low but hearty laugh): Yeah... It was so embarrassing but at the same time, it made me realize that I wanted children of my own. Now, Tori is pregnant and she says that I raised a decent young lady in Dakota but do you have any idea how long it took her to call me her uncle after years of calling me her father?

Rani: Well, you did a lot of things that a father would do: Took her to the hospital when she was sick, drove her to school when she was running late, scolded her when she got a boyfriend.

[That made Damian almost choke on his muffin piece - a BOYFRIEND?! HIS SISTER HAD A BOYFRIEND?! Well, she was old enough to have one so to speak but she was still a Wayne and there was no man alive that was worthy of the Wayne Heiress! He needed to find out how this so-called boyfriend was and deal with him...but first, he need to have a word with Tobias - the man who robbed Dakota of her real father, their real father. Once he was done with his muffin and coffee, he closed his laptop and placed it inside the satchel across his shoulder before walking over to the adults talking before he cleared his throat, gaining their attention; both of the Blakes looked at him with disinterest in their eyes and scowls on their faces.]

Damian (Glares into Tobias' Green Eyes with his own): Tobias Blake, I need to have a word with you about Dakota Wayne.

Tobias (Turns to face Damian and narrows his eyes): Her name is Dakota Blake, I should know because I was the one who named her when she was born. It was my honor that was given to me by her mother - the one that raised her for the past 16 years. 

Damian (Narrows his eyes): The only reason that woman raised my sister was that she was too selfish to take to my father about his heir and you have been talking about raising her but don't you understand that you have taken away the right of raising a child away from her biological father? From my father?

Tobias: Listen, kid. I don't give a damn about your father or you for that matter. Both of you are making my niece's life harder than it has to be because you can't take no for an answer. Dakota has expressed numerous times that she wants nothing to do with your family and she refuses to claim the Wayne Name. Why? Because she's a Blake and it doesn't matter how much money your father tries to throw at her or Marissa, she will never be a Wayne.

Damian: You don't know what you are talking about. Dakota is a Wayne - it's only natural that an heir takes her father's name.

Tobias (Smirks): Funny you say that. She called me father but she only refers to your father as Bruce.

[Damian looked at the man with anger in his eyes but calmed down before turning on his heel and walking out of the shop. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number before placing the phone to his ear - it rang 4 times before the other person picked up.]

Alfred: Yes, Master Damian?

Damian: Get some information on Tobias Blake - he's the one who took the right and privilege of raising Dakota away from my father and I want him to pay.

Alfred: What are you planning, Master Damian?

Damian: I'm going to remove him from the equation completely.

[3 Weeks Later]

[There was a chaotic peace about the nights of Gotham City - a deadly silence that drew out the darkest passions of man and beast; Damian guessed that's why so much villain activity happened at night, under this blanket of darkness and chaotic peace. However, he wasn't looking for a villain or going on patrol with his father and adoptive brothers - the Last Robin had a mission of his own and he was going to use this time to his advantage. Jumping from one rooftop to another, Robin ran alone in the night as his eyes narrowed while he was reaching his target - Rani Blake's Bakery. For the past 3 weeks, Damian has been looking into one Tobias Blake to understand his pattern and he found out that every Saturday, there was a family event and all of the Blake Family was invited; sometimes Dakota would attend but this weekend, she had something else to do and couldn't attend, this was perfect for Damian, she didn't need to be around for what was about to happen.]

[Landing upon the roof of the last building across from the back of the bakery, The Last Robin crouched behind a rooftop door and peered around the corner to look down at the door that led to the back parking lot of Rani's Bakery, his eyes were locked on the door when it opened and the tall man walked out with a smile on his face as he placed his hands in his pockets as he hummed a song. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his car keys as he walked over to the lone car in the parking lot. Damian reached into his Batarang Case and pulled out a League of Assassins Star and aimed it for the neck of the man.]

Damian (Thinking): 'You're not Dakota's Father - Tonight, it will break her and I will be there to put the pieces back together with her real father. Goodbye, Tobias Blake.'

[Just as he was about to throw the star, something flew past his ear and knocked the star out of his hand, causing him to retract his hand and hold it when the mysterious object also cut his fingers. He looked at the object - a lone arrow was embedded in the stone of the rooftop door - Damian looked in the direction of the arrow and his eyes narrowed as he laid them upon the one who shot the arrow.]

[A lone figure stood on the roof with him, dressed in black attire with a black wolf mask that covered the eyes and nose of the person and a golden crest on their shoulder with the name 'ARTEMIS' written in black writing. From what Damian could see, the person had tan skin, and short black hair but he couldn't see their eye color. The Hunter was armed with an arrow loaded in a bow, pointing it at Damian, and a short sword on their black - a katana. Damian rose to his feet and glared at the Hunter before pulling his sword out of its sheath.]

Damian (Points sword at the Hunter before him): What the hell are you doing? You're getting in my way.

Hunter (With a female voice - a woman): You were aiming for someone who is under my protection.

Damian (Raises an eyebrow): Your protection? Just who the hell are you?

Huntress: I am a Huntress of Artemis and that's all you need to know. Well, that's a lie. You need to understand that the Blake Family is under the protection of the Hunters of Artemis and if you go against them, we will come to protect them and put you in your place. Now, you have missed your mark, leave this place and never return.

Damian: Never. I won't stop until I accomplished my mission. I have too much at stake here to just give up because some 'Bat Family' Wannabe demands me to.

Huntress (Scoffs): You fail to realize that I have nothing to do with the Bat Family, nor do I wish to be like them. The Order of Artemis is much older than the Bat Family's Presence in Gotham and you are overstepping your bounds, boy. Leave the Blake Family alone or deal with us.

[Damian watched as Tobias drove away in his car before he charged at the Huntress of Artemis with his sword and roared in anger - his target got away and he was pissed off about it. He swung his sword at the female under the mask before she jumped away and pulled out her sword before placing her bow away. A fight was going to ensue. For the past twenty minutes, Damian swung his sword and used the skills his father and mother steeled inside of him but they were nothing compared to the Huntress of Artemis. The battle ended when the Huntress grabbed his wrist and lifted her knee to crash it into the side of his elbow, making it bend, and shattering it, making the boy scream in pain before roundhouse kicking him in the chest to make him slide against the roof until he came to a stop. Damian grunted as he picked himself off the ground, holding his broken arm as he growled at the girl before him.]

Damian: How? Who the hell are you?

Huntress (Places her sword back in her sheath and turned away from Robin): As I have said, I am a Huntress of Artemis and I am a protector. Leave the Blake Family alone...or I'll break more than your arm. (Runs and jumps to the next roof before disappearing in the darkness of the night)

[Damian released his arm and placed his hand over the intercom in his ear.]

Damian: Father... we have a problem.

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Hi Nour! I can't stop reading your headcanon about platonic yandere! Strawhats that's why...Can you maybe do a Part 2? I just really interested how would Franky, Chopper and Brook would treat a Teen! Y/n. Especially Robin and Nami but you didn't hear me.

In continuation to the previous part, it's gonna be age/gender neutral Y/n. Part 2 yandere mugiwara'sssss leggooo!!

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° reader is gn

° SFW

° Spoiler free

° ft. Nami, Ussop, and Chopper

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Platonic Yandere Strawhats p2:

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Nami is the typical definition of a "devil wearing the mask of an angel". She toys with you like she does with everyone else, but ONLY SHE is allowed to do so. ONLY SHE is allowed to tease you, mess with you, troll you. Any strawhat that draws away your smile will get the most horrendous murderous fists from the said navigator. And even worse, any STRANGER that disturbs your serene demeanor will have the thunderbolts of Zeus raining down on them, Nami will summon the deadliest clouds and burn his soul alive. Things will get SOOO messed up that even Sanji will start second guessing his actions...

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Ussop's entire dedication is on making you laugh, he wants to hear your serotonin-ical giggles even if it takes him diving head-first into the skypian bottomless sea. He works so hard, diligently, to make you the craziest inventions, making sure to follow your preferences. Something so simple and pure, he'll be like your goofy partner in crime and twin brother, always by your side at the worst of times. But don't let that overzealous exterior fool you, this man's sense of vengance knows no bounds. Thus when it comes to you, the fearful yelps you'd always expect from him simply, vanish! The moment he spots a frown on your face, it's game over. He'll shoot blizards and flames if that's what it gets for your revenge , to teach that low-life a lesson. Ussop doesn't even need Sogeking to go maniac, his slingshot will wreck buildings, towers, ships, you name it. Not to mention, if it were a strawhat that hurt you, he'll make sure to give them a good threatening piece of his mind.

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Chopper's yandere mode is his rumble form. Without a second thought, he'll chow down on that orange pill the second he sees you in danger. Otherwise, he's still your same-old cheery reindeer, full of innocence and life. Surprisingly though, he absolutely LOVES your compliments, and does all sort of things to earn your favored impression. This furball doesn't get all tsundere-like when you praise him, always stating how much he likes your words, and using that as an excuse to curl up next to you. When it comes to healthcare, his huge overprotectivness on his new patient even makes Zoro show some pity. You're scheduled to his office every passing 15 minutes, a full on check-up. Upon seeing the slightest bruises, my man here will bombard you with worried questions, you fell on the floor? He'll hand you the herbal drinks of the world. Someone did this to you? Chopper will call on the whole strawhat crew, to "have" him apologise-... of course.

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Platonic Yandere RE8: TRP part 5

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Summary: Platonic yandere RE 8 characters for a teen reader, who is trying to save her family and also not trying to have a mental breakdown every 5 minutes.

"Okay, did you check the top floor?" You asked Handsome, who nodded in reply.

"Hmm, well I cleared the ground the floor. And I don't wanna go to the basement alone. So, let's go- actually, you go first. I don't have a weapon except for this... sack with rocks." You said, shaking the burlap sack you found and filled it with heavy pebbles and rocks.

Hey, its better than having no weapon.

You followed Handsome down into the damp basement, probably due to the lake, and immediately covered your nose at the mouldy smell. A few lightbulbs poorly illuminated the basement, the corridors down here were long.

Perhaps it was the mould that seemed to grow more the deeper you guys went, or more likely the depleting oxygen down there, but you were once again washed over with the feeling of impending doom that was about to bitch slap you and Handsome soon.

You kept your eyes peeled as you looked for any signs of Rose or Ethan. Unfortunately, you didn't find anything.

Well, not anything. You did find... someone?

You and Handsome stared at the big mass of... honestly, you're not sure but you guess... mold? Yeah, probably a big mass of mold that was sobbing in one corner of the room, which was decorated with a couple of old movie posters and some damp books that had green stuff growing at the corners.

The thing was- well it was sobbing like a man, and he was so grief stricken that he failed to notice you and Handsome standing there for the last 5 minutes. You nudged Handsome and signalled him to move along quietly- better to avoid trouble than to face it before necessary.

Alas, the odds are not in your favour, because in the next second, Handsome slipped on the slimy mold and fell on his ass, startling himself as his drill buzzed off loudly.

And if the situation wasn't potentially life threatening, you would've laughed at him. Smart cyborg lol.

You knew you had alarmed the sobbing guy, but you still turned around slowly for the dramatic effect.

"Huh-?! What- who are you?!" The moldy guy said, his eyes wide as he looked at you and Handsome. You were about to reply when you looked at what he was holding- a pink blanket, much like the one Rose was swaddled in.

"You- where is Rose? What did you do to her?" Your eyes were fixed on the blanket. The thing began tearing up again. "I- I didn't do anything! I was just keeping her safe for Mother Miranda!"

"The crow bitch?! Keeping Rose safe for her? She's going to sacrifice her!"

"Crow bitch?" he gasped, before pointing at you. "You're the girl who attacked mother! How dare you!"

"How dare I? Listen here buddy- I've been attacked by several creatures beyond my understanding, I have come near to death many times, I have been taking a shit in the woods for the past couple of days with my ass freezing in the snow, risking hypothermia, and I'm high on pain meds right now- so yes, I do have a whole lot of courage to beat the shit out of anyone who's trying to hurt my sister, no matter what species they are."

The guy cowered at your booming voice, but you didn't care, as you walked slowly towards him, swinging your sack of rocks at him threatninngly. "I'm gonna ask you this only once. Where. Is. Rose?"

The guy fell onto his old chair and broke down crying. "I don't know! We were having such a good time here- she even liked all the movies we watched. But then that pest- Ethan Winters- he took her away from me!"

Wait- Ethan? Dad was here?

You snapped your fingers in front of him to get him to focus on you. "You said Ethan Winters- where'd he go? Was he alright? Did he say anything about me?"

But he just shook his head. "No, I don't know where he went. I- I tried to stop him. But he took her away! Mother is gonna be so disappointed in me- oh god, she's gonna get rid of me, isn't she-" The guy rambled on but you were focused on the fact that Ethan had gotten Rose- which meant he was going to come back for you and leave this village.

"-and then he swooped in and took the flask containing her arms-"

What?

You looked at him confused. "Flask? What are talking you about?"

The guy slapped his hand over his mouth as he shook his head. "N-nothing!"

Yeah, right.

"Handsome." You called, eyes fixated on the creature before you. "Listen here...?"

"S-salvatore Moreau."

"Salvatore Moreau. This is my friend, Handsome. And he's going to drill holes into you until you tell me the truth- oh and believe me, I'll fucking know if you're lying to me. These pain meds have awoken a genius in me, so... get talking."

Moreau looked at you, then at Handsome, then back at your dead serious face, before he began wailing again.

"God! I- I don't know- Mother Miranda gave us- gave us all a flask each, containing crystallised parts of Rose- and she gave me the arms! Alcina was lucky! She got the head flask!"

Arms? Head? Wait-

"Don't- don't tell me you chopped up Rose!" Your face went pale as Moreau nodded. "Well, yeah. That's how we're supposed to protect her from Ethan-"

"Protect her? YOU KILLED HER!"You bellowed, making his quiver in his seat as he violently shook his head.

"No! You've got it all wrong! She's still alive-!'

"You chopped her head and limbs! How the hell is she still alive!"

"Because she's not a normal human!"

Not normal? Heisenberg said the same thing- something about her being a vessel for crow bitch's dead daughter.

"Tell me everything. Starting from Miranda and the lords and this village and everything that's wrong here."

20 minutes later and you fell on one of the old chairs with a thud, trying to process the pandora box that Moreau had opened up at you.

So far, these were the facts that he'd told you:

Rose was still alive, and Ethan was running around the village collecting her parts to reunite her- at the Ceremony Site.

Crow bitch is gonna sacrifice Rose and she actually does have some weird powers, as do all the lords.

And all of this was 100% not a bad acid trip or hallucinations caused by your pain meds. Because they were wearing off and you were definitely starting to feel the pain from the lycan attack. Yeah, fuck you Heisenberg.

"Fucking hell." You whispered under your breath.

You closed your eyes as you leaned your head back against the wall.

What do I do now? What do I do?

"Do you know where Ethan went?"

"N-no. I- I swear, I don't know."

"Well, did he say anything?"

"Not really- just that he was gonna get Rose back!"

Hmm, so he's probably going to all lords to get all of her fragments. So, I should follow his trail too. He's already been at Heisenberg's factory, and you definitely didn't see any flask at Beneviento's estate, and he's already taken the flask from Moreau... so, that leaves Dimitrescu.

With a huff, you pushed yourself off the chair. "Lord Moreau." You got his attention. "We're leaving now. Do you plan to fight us?"

The man shook his head. "No- but if you don't mind me asking, w-why do you care so much about Rose?"

You looked around his room and replied. "She's my sister."

"You're a Winter too?!" You nodded.

"Maybe- maybe I should kill you. Yes, that- that would please Mother greatly-"

"Why do you care so much about that bitch?"

Moreau tilted his head. "B-because she created us. Made us into what we are- one big family!"

"Yeahhh....I don't think she really cares about anyone of you guys."

"What? No- no, she does care about us!" Moreau shook his head. "I mean, sure she doesn't invite me to family meetings a lot. And perhaps I have overheard her say that I am an idiot and- and useless and a burden and-" He looked at you ashamed. "But that's because I am. I do make a lot of stupid mistakes, and I am- not exactly easy on the eye."

"Dude... stop that."

"Huh?"

"I love self depreciating as much as the next guy. But you're just plain out insulting yourself." You plopped back in the chair. "Look, this woman, she does not care about you. At all. And I can tell you now, she's just using you for her own means. She's gonna dispose you off at the first chance she gets."

"No- no. She won't do that. And even if she does, she probably has a good reason too!"

"Would she do the same for you?" Moreau looked perplexed. "Would she put herself in danger for you? Isn't that what family is supposed to do?"

"Well, she can't- she's the strongest one of us-"

"What do any of you get from killing Rose? Miranda gets her daughter back, but you guys? What do you get?"

"Eva will be a part of us- a new member of our family!"

"No, Lord Moreau. Once Eva comes around, its just gonna be her and Miranda on one side, and all the lords on the other." You got up again, bending in front of him. "If she really considered you guys family, why would she put you all at risk for Eva? Aren't you guys enough for her?"

"I- I am- maybe I am not good enough for her?"

"No, you are. You're just chasing after her impossible standards, seeking her approval. And you don't need to do any of that." You ran a hand through your hair. "Look at what she's done to you. All for her own selfish reasons. Don't you have your own dreams? Something that you want?"

You sighed. "Lord Moreau, there's nothing wrong with putting yourself before anyone else. Its not selfish." You looked at the shelf behind that contained all these movies- all love genre. "Don't you want love? What? You don't think you deserve it?"

Moreau slumped his shoulders. "Who would love me?"

"A lot of people, but why don't you start with yourself. I mean sure, you don't exactly look like Prince Charming, but there's no use crying over things you cant change. And judging by your movie collection, you're definitely a romantic dude, who wears his heart on his sleeve. I know people judge someone by their looks, even I do, but appearances can be deceptive! I already have a feeling that you're a very interesting person to talk to, and all you need is a little more confidence in yourself- and some new clothes, and a whole lot of air freshener. The ladies may not be lining up outside, but I can guarantee that you'd feel a lot better about yourself. And who doesn't love a confident guy- confident, not egoistic, the line is very fine."

For the first time since you arrived, Moreau actually cracked up a smile. "Look at that, you have a good smile too. Tell you what- do you have wifi here?" You weren't actually expecting him to nod. "Yeah, Heisenberg got it for us, and this big TV- which is smart, according to him, on my birthday." You chuckled at his attempt at explaining smart TV. "Okay. Give me the remote." Moreau and Handsome watched you press a couple of buttons, eyes fixed on the screen in front of you.

"And... there!"

"What? What did you do?" Moreau asked, worried that you'd messed with his video player or something. "I gave you my Netflix account!"

"Huh? Netflix? What's that?"

Once you'd explained the streaming service, and how he can watch a whole new selection of movies and shows, Moreau's eyes widened in surprise. The world had really come far in technology!

"Thank you- but why did you do that?"

You shrugged as you began walking towards the door. "So that you could discover modern romance, and explore other genres. I already added some of my favourites on the list. Enjoy, my dude."

Moreau thanked you again, and you left with Handsome.

"Lord Moreau?" He hummed. "Its okay to be selfish."

And with that, you and Handsome left the reservoir, leaving the moldy man in deep thought as he watched this movie called "Twilight".

It was night by the time you and Handsome had left the reservoir. The weather was getting worse by the hour, and your pain meds had completely worn off by now. Handsome had graciously offered to carry you and you tried to walk on your own first, but then one of your ribs poked something inside you and you fell on your knees, clutching your side as you struggled to breathe without it feeling like your lungs were being scratched by razor blades.

Now you were piggy back riding on Handsome's back, one eye on the map and the other on the path in front of you.

"I think we should reach the Dimitrescu castle by morning, so like in... 5 hours?" you said, more to yourself than to Handsome. "I just hope that we don't run into more trouble."

After another hour through the snowy path, the night had finally gotten darker, and the moon was the only thing that was barely illuminating your way. You had fallen silent, opting to keep your eyes and ears open to see if anymore lycans were being sent your way.

But instead of lycans, you caught sight of a very familiar looking carriage that had lanterns dangling around its side. You merely pointed in its direction and Handsome was quick to walk towards it.

"Ahh, Miss Winters! I've been waiting for you!" Duke exclaimed, watching you get off Handsome's back and trudge over to him. "Yeah" you winced, "how'd you know I was gonna be here?"

Duke grinned. "I keep track of all my loyal customers. Besides, I have already made a bag for you!" He said, handing you a black backpack.

"Yeah? What's in it?"

"Everything you'd need for your journey ahead! No weapons though."

You smiled lazily. "hmm, I'm intrigued." You pulled out the coin pouch Heisenberg had given you. "Well, how much for the bag?"

"2 silvers!"

You handed him the coins before looking at all the guns he had behind him.

"Duke." He hummed. "I need good guns, like really good guns with high damage and a lot of rounds. And also some scopes. A knife and shotguns too. Oh and can you add some bandages and painkillers?"

Duke showed you a couple of guns, and some of them were very expensive, but you had a feeling you were going to need it. They were kinda heavy too, so you made Handsome carry them too.

"And these are the painkillers for you." He said, handing you a bottle similar to the one Heisenberg had given you. "Be careful though, Miss Winters. These are very strong." You nodded, before popping one in your mouth.

You looked at your coin pouch again. You still had some coins to spend.

"So... you got some new stuff?"

Duke thought for a moment before gasping and nodding as he pulled out a burlap sack, dropping its contents in front of you, one of them immediately catching your eye.

"I'll take this. And that too."

Duke grinned. "Interesting choices, Miss Winters."

You nodded. "Oh and for my friend here, I want to buy some clothes."

Duke looked at Handsome and his drill arm, before pulling out a large shirt. "Well, this is one of new my shirts. But they may be a little big on him."

"You got a needle and thread?" Duke nodded. "Then give me those with the shirt."

"On the house, Miss Winters." Duke said, happy as he'd already made a fortune today.

"Thanks." You nodded before putting the shirt in your backpack, along with other purchases.

"Lets go, Handsome."

You both continued your journey, hoping to reach the Dimitrescu castle before you freeze out in the cold.

After walking for another two hours, you decided it was time for a break, and the medicine you took earlier was making you feel tired too. You both found a little wooden cabin in the woods, and after checking out, you found it was completely abandoned.

Handsome lit up the fireplace before joining you on the rackety sofa, where you were looking through the bag Duke had made for you.

"So... we've got some nuts, water, chocolate and- garlic?" You said, pulling out multiple bulbs of garlic, all tied together by a strings. "What am I supposed to do with so much garlic? Its not like he gave any other ingredients to make a dish with."

Everything you'd need for your journey ahead!

Dukes words rang through your sleepy head, making you chuckle.

"Yeah, like I'd need garlic to fight off someone with my bad breath. Or maybe impress someone with my cooking skills."

You chuckled to yourself before opening up a nut mix, savouring the salty flavour that you washed down with water. You offered Handsome some chocolate too, but he shook his head. "Alright, you'll get your solar power soon. In like 2-4 hours?"

You sighed before pulling out the shirt you bought for him, and told him to wear it. "Hmm, okay, I got it." You made him take it off again, and Handsome watched with curiosity as you ripped off one of the sleeves, and made him wear it again, then pulled out the thread and needle.

"Just hold still. I'll make the shirt fit you perfectly."

And after 25 minutes, you really did. You clapped your hands and stood back to admire your work.

"Ahh you look so handsome, Handsome!" your eyes twinkled.

Handsome only tilted his head in confusion, still T posing like you'd ask him to while you altered his shirt.

You pulled his arms down and grinned. "You know, with a shower and this shirt, I'm sure your crush is gonna be head over heels for you." As soon as you said that, Handsome blushed slightly and looked away, making you cackle. "Hmm, what's wrong loverrrr boy? Why are you being so shy?" You teased as you tried to make him look at you. "Aww look at you! You're red as a tomato!" He wasn't, he barely had any blood circulating through him, but you continued. "You know what lover boy? I'm gonna kill some more lycans and steal some more shit that I can trade for you. I'm thinking our next purchase for you should be some cologne. Wait no! A RING-" Handsome cut you off by pushing your face away, making you stagger and fall onto the sofa, but you continued to laugh.

"I promise you, Handsome! After I find Rose and Ethan, I'm gonna make your crush fall in love with you. But let me take a nap first."

After resting for another hour, you both were back on track and with some energy now, you both reached the Dimitrescu castle fairly quickly. As you watched the castle from behind the woods, you told Handsome the plan, handing him some gear.

"Okay, Handsome. This is what we're going to do. Our main objective is to find Ethan and Rose or well her flask. If you find either of them, do not harm them. If you find Rose, pick her up and bring her to me. Even if you... find flasks containing parts of her. If you find Ethan, you give him this note." You handed him the piece of paper you had written a little message on, telling him that Handsome is a friend and would guide you back to him safely. "I think you know what these are." You said, showing him the ear comms you had bought from Duke. "This is how we're going to communicate. since we're going to split up. If either of us run into trouble, we'll run towards each other. But we have to be stealthy too. Avoid enemies at all if you can, okay?" You both placed the ear comms in and nodded.

You took the new guns you had bought earlier, quickly loading them and putting the extra ammo in your pocket. You placed the scope on and looked through it at the castle's windows, breath hitching as you saw him.

"Dad!"

Fucking finally.

It wasn't long until you had gotten inside the castle, managing to find a way in. "Are you inside yet?" You asked Handsome through the comms, and he groaned in confirmation.

"Alright, you start from the basement. I'll start from the ground floor and work my way up."

You had your rifle slung over your shoulder, knife in your pocket and shotgun in your hand. With a deep breath, you slowly walked up the stairs, eyes peeled for danger.

After clearing the ground floor, you walked up the stairs to the first floor. As soon as you heard voices, you immediately snuck into one of the nearby rooms, holding your breath as you waited for whoever it was to pass by.

You looked around the large room, the furniture was bigger than you'd ever seen. Everything in that room was far bigger than a normal sized human would need, even the hairbrush.

You were still looking around when you heard voices again, and this time they were coming towards the room. Without thinking much, you dove under the bed, just in time for the door to slam open.

You watched from under the bed as 3 women in black robes drag in- ETHAN!

Your eyes widened at the sight of your father- they had dragged him in with a sickle embedded in his hand. You can't even imagine the amount of pain he's in.

"What a weakling!" One of them said.

"And ugly too!" Another said.

"Doesn't matter. Its his blood we want." Blood? Wait, don't tell me their vamp-

"Darlings~ What do we have here?"

Your breath hitched as you saw another lady walk in, but she was so tall that you couldn't even see above her legs from under the bed. You pulled yourself a little closer, careful not to expose yourself.

"Mother! We've brought you a present! Its-"

"Man blood!" One of the girls interrupted the other, and both got into a little bicker, but you were busy watching the shock on your father's face as he looked at the woman in the white dress.

"Hush now, my daughters. You have brought me such a nice gift- Ethan Winters. I see you've escaped my brother's stupid traps."

"Where is Rose?!" He groaned in pain. "Tell me now or I'm gonna kill all of you fucking freaks!"

Dad, dude, what the hell are you doing? Yelling at women who can literally kill you, all while you still have the sickle embedded in your hand! Not to mention you already look like you're halfway into your grave!

"Shut it, man thing!" The tall woman bellowed. "Before I inform Mother Miranda about your whereabouts, I will have a taste." You watched in horror as the woman grabbed Ethan's non injured hand and slit it open with a knife. Ethan yelped and you covered your mouth with your hand, watching as the woman leaned down and licked the blood of hand, before smacking her lips in disgust.

"Ugh. Nothing special." The tall woman, who you have a pretty good guess is Dimitrescu, said as she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, your father's blood staining it.

"We want a taste too, mother!" One of the smaller women said, but Dimitrescu laughed.

"You will, my Cassandra. But let me call Miranda first. For now, hang him up."

"Yes, mother." The girls said in unison, giggling as they stabbed meat hooks through Ethan's hands before stringing him up, while he yelled in pain.

You felt tears escape your eyes as you watched them hurt your father.

The girls mocked him more before they left with Dimitrescu, promising that they'll be back soon to drain him of all the blood.

What the fuck just happened?

You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down from the oncoming panic attack.

Y/n, girl. Calm the fuck down. You need to go and help Ethan before they come back. Now.

Nodding to yourself, you finally rolled out from under the bed, making Ethan look in your direction.

"Wha- Y/n?"

You smiled, wiping the tears out of your eyes.

"Hey, dad."

So, thoughts?

Part 6 is here.

[iceprincessviviane]

Eyes in the darkness

Paring: Yandere!C!Technoblade x BookwormEnchanter!Female!Reader

Type: Romantic (Technoblade is yandere). Trilogy - part one. Next part.

Warnings: swearing, possessivness, yandere, angst, injury, sugestive content, threats, blood, silly jokes created by me.

Summary: Technoblade was watching Y/N for some time, trying to stay in the shadows. Unfortunately voices and thoughts won against the logic and he want her now on his side forever.

Author's note: Inspiration from a lot of things, but especially: Hades and Persephone, Beauty and the Beast. This used to be oneshot, but I changed my mind, ut will be trilogy. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

Words in red colour are Technoblade's voices.

Words in blue colour are Y/N thoughts.

Y/N didn’t know when was the last time she ran for her life. Probably during one of the pillagers attack on the village or maybe in the Nether. But none of them was that type. Now she was being chased by something way much more dangerous than besties. At the moment, she’s being followed by the Blood God himself. Despite the aching and pain of her muscles and her throat feeling dry from gasping for air, Y/N was still asking herself how did on earth this happen?

~*~

Y/N always loved books and reading, she came to Smp two weeks after Foolish arrival. Actually her friendship with him leaded her here. They exchanged the letters and she was interested in staying somewhere for a while. After some time, she decided to come. Her divine friend already started to build his summer home and had few buildings done. She stayed there for few couple of days, they decided to build something for herself. She already have met most of Smp members including Dream Team, Bench Trio and rest, but owning home, place for stay was good idea. Sometimes Y/N liked to be alone. Eret allowed her to build something behind his castle, it was always nice to have someone close.

It took time before she ended house, it was cozy one with big field in front, farms, cellars and most important - library with enchanting place. It was huge, biggest part of the house with plenty of regals and reading spots. Y/N loved to spend there time and collectin more books or texts. Foolish had a lot of ancient scrolls or manuscripts and liked to share them with her. They could spend hours discussing about their favourite ones.

Books caused that Y/N met Phil, because he was the second person on the Smp, which had great collection from centauries. Shark god took her at trip to Tundra. Y/N was excited to meet such person and nervous too. Happily, everything went all right, Technoblade wasn't that time in home, so they had chilling conversation. Winged man was very curious about her skills and enchants. Of course during his travells and lifespan he met enchanters, but didn't paid much attention to them. Now, he could meet one in chill ocassion. Their three had a lot of talking, giggling and being wholesome. Phil promised to borrow more interesting books and Y/N said, that she can give some enchantments.

When Technoblade came back he immediately felt, that Foolish was there with... someone else... someone new. It smelled like pine and old paper, very nice. Phil told him about visitors and Y/N, he ignored it a little bit, but voices... voices liked this smell a lot.

'So strange.' 'Which woman can smell like that?' 'Where is she living?'

}*{

Y/N was peaceful person with no intention to harm anybody, staying in her place. She stayed in positive relations with almost everyone, providing needed enchantments and helping caused, that a lot of members were friendly to her. Y/N liked to hanging out with Bench Trio, although they were sometimes so chaotic. Usually she went mining with Ranboo, when it was needed, cutting trees with Tommy for his buildings and staying in Snowchester with Tubbo. That is why she came with almost everyone, when Tommy and Tubbo were in Dream bunkier fighting with him. Discs were just items, but... Dream's obsession, it was dangerous and teenagers were her friends. After that a lot of things changed. Putting him into Pandora's Vault was meant to protect them, but she was getting cold shivers each time she looked at black walls of prison. Knowing that everyone could be locked there...

After Egg's influence grew stronger she tried to find some infromations about it and how could ghe possible defeat it, but that took time. Foolish and Phil were so helpful handing their ancient texts, to make research. Suddenly with crimson vines everywhere, Smp became less safer, at least she felt it that way. More members were busy with their business and stuff, they finally could do them, when Dream was locked. For example Foolish agreed to build big mansion for Tubbo and Ranboo, which got platonical marriage and Tommy started his hotel. Meeting Michael was so wholesome and funny, little zombie piglin started to like her and at each visit she read him fairy tales and stories.

Y/N decided to not think about bad sides of Smp, just being busy and tried to help, if someone needed it. Before Doomsday wandering around could be dangerous, especially for La'Manburg citizens, because Dream and Technoblade were unpleasant for them. Now she enjoyed visiting almost everyone everywhere. After a few visits, she could tell that something was wrong, Y/N couldn't tell what, but it was almost like being watched, blaming Egg and vines was her answer for that, but actually why? Why did it do that? She would never joined their side. Never ever. Sometimes she spotted the Phil's corws, but that wasn't a s surprise, birds were telling him a lot of informations around the Smp. Easy way to know almost everything.

}*{

Y/N was heading to her house, stepping at Prime Path. In opposite direction she spotted Quackity, slowly walking by from prison direction, which was surprise. She smiled softly to him and he smiled back.

"What's up?" Big Q asked when got closer to her.

"It's good I am coming back home, need to eat and get some nap, and you?"

"I... ended some buisness." His face stiffened and his look became more serious.

Y/N nodded little unsure about his changed emotions. Suddenly she spotted that his sleeve is covered in fresh blood.

"Are you hurt?" She asked worried.

Quckity looked at his shirt as surprised as she and frowned, he checked axe which hanged down from his belt.

"I guess so then, but I don't know where did that come from."

"Let me take care of this." Y/N suggested with warm smile. "My home is closer than Las Nevadas."

After a few moments he nodded in agreement. They together headed to her place. Weather started to become stormy, dark cloud covered the sun, threating to start raining.

Then went inside, but when she was closing door, feeling of being watched hit her with dubled strength. House was in the spine forest, but fenced and had a gate. In filed were some farms, trees and small garden, but everything seemed to look normal. Big Q sat on the couch in living room and Y/N brought bandages, water in bowl and even healing potion. He rose sleeve, wound wasn't long, but deep, something cut his arm, probably weapon.

"It doesn't look good, but you will be okay." She said after looking at cut.

"Good." He sighed with relief.

"What did make it? Do you have an idea?"

Big Q looked dead in her eyes and remained silence. Of course he knew what, but he didn't even noticed the wound before leaving the prison. Well, someone will pay for this.

"Maybe working at Las Nevadas, you know... I am still building there." He spoke after a while.

"Oh... ye you have right, but be careful next time." Y/N suggested and started to work on cut carefuly. Starting on cleaning, then gently bandaged it.

"Thank you." Big Q said after seeing the results.

"No problem, just don't walk around with untreated wound." Y/N giggled softly.

He stood up and moved his eyes on windows. Black clouds didn't go away, even became worse.

"I will go now, weather is getting worse, I want to be in home before storm." Big Q said with soft smile.

"Of course, see you next time."

After he left, big storm came, darkness fell upon the Smp, rain and wind were too strong, for coming outside. Y/N decieded to take a chance and nap. She baked some cookies and sit down on a couch with another book, which Phil borrowed her. Only the torches gave light, sometimes thunderbolt stroke and filled room with unatural blue light. Drops hit hardly, making loud sounds, but Y/N was too much into a book. Two hours has passed and slowly night was coming. She moved eyes to meet clock, yep that was supper time, put the book away and up, Gods thr storm didn't let go. Y/N watched for a while outside, then go to kitched. She grabbed blanket and wrapped it around her posture, damn there were cold.

Again feeling of being watched kicked in. She was alone at home, that was sure thing. Outside was deep dark and behind the windows was the wall of the water. Y/N bite her lip and shook head, it was just her imagination, a feeling which stayed for no reason after putting Dream into Pandora's Vault. She took an kettle and suddenly was seeing something in the corner of the eye, something red and unusual in the spine forest. Her figure frozen when she moved back eyes. Deep in the dark, around sprouce trees in the line of forest, Y/N spotted pair of shinning, red eyes, high above the ground. They were locked at her figure.

'This has to be spider... or something else...'

Right after this thought, ceature turned back and disappeard in the darkness, cold shiver went down at Y/N spine. What was that? And why it was here? At least she was safe in home...

}*{

'More.' 'Training is boring, let's find someone to fight.' 'We demand blood.'

Technoblade sighed and stopped, voices today were very, very loud. That was why he decided to train, but during it, they became even worse. He hid sword and walked into home. Phil wasn't here today, he had to do something, but didn't bother to tell him what it was. Blade went back to home by his old path through the forest. His training place was near the cottage, but still hidden from common people. All members of Syndicate knew where it was. First of all he need to take shower. When cold water touched his skin, he felt like even his bloodlust became less, quiet hiss left his lips. He earned some chafings this week. Next, he changed his clothes to common and made a cup of tea, then sit in the kitchen. Immediately his thoughts went to Y/N.

Somehow voices were acting diffrent around her and he even found himself acting that way. They were focused around Y/N and he was more calm, like just her pressence was comforting him. Technoblade remembered their first meeting, it was common day, when someone knocked on the door. He opened it and rose his eyebrows in surprise, outside was standing fragile woman, without any armor and only with trident on her back. They shared awkward eye contact, when suddenly she introduced herself as Y/N. Of course he saw her couple of times, but it wasn't officialy. Y/N has known who was he for sure, she swallowed hard and looked down with shyness. Phil yelled across the room, that she could come in. Ah yes... she loved to read books and his old friend was borrowing her them a lot. Technoblade again felt the spine and old papers smell, for him, it could stay here forever. After short visit, Y/N took books, gave back book of enchantment and left.

Techno's curiosity has increased, when he heard about her more. She was peaceful, friendly soul, completly opposite of him, maybe that was, why he felt so... diffrent around her and voices too. Piglin hybrid enjoyed watching her from the distance, in the shadows, but lately... lately it wasn't enough. Now he wanted to breathe at Y/N scent, holding her close and pressed soft kisses at forehead. He was under voices pressure so long and now his salvation was so close. But what would he make it? As longer he has thought of that, a diffrent ideas came to his head. She was delicate creature, he had to get plan at all. Techno knew almost everything about her: hobbies, traditions, friends and fighting skills. Phil told him a lot about enchanters, they could make enchanting books after years of studying and had magic talent sometimes. As they knew, Y/N could enchant books at any spell, so she had to studied a lot. Technoblade sighed and grabbed his cloak, time to keep an eye on few things.

'Let's not go quietly!' 'Let's go quiet as grave...' 'Blood for the Blood God!'

}*{

That was busy week, Y/N could only one time saw Foolish and Phil, but whole Smp seemed a little bit diffrent... luckily she was able to go on mining trip with Ranboo and Eret visited her with a couple of books, which were about Smp. Now was afternoon and sun slowly started to set, she was heading to her house, where waited for her snow fox, which she found in Snowchester. Cute, little ball of fur stole Y/N heart immediately. When she finally stepped inside, Snowflake - that how she named it, ran into her squeaking high.

"What happend my little one?" She knelt down and pet it's head.

Fox looked at her with big brown eyes and squeaked once more, then jump into her arms.

"Oh oh oh... are you afraid of something?" Y/N hugged Snowflake and looked around. Everything in home seemed normal, door was closed, in a field same, animals were quite nervous, but everything was good. She frowned and stepped inside, then put fox into basket with small blanket.

"I will bring you some berries, you will like it for sure." Y/N smiled gently.

Unfortunately, she didn't have any at this moment in home, Snowflake was there only for three days, so she couldn't make berries farm so fast, because she had to set up a space. Luckily, she lived around coniferous forest, so didn't even hesiatate, Y/N just grabbed backpack and went outside. Sun was lower in the sky, but still it was warm and brightly. Birds were humming quietly and around was quite quiet. Berries bush weren't so far, she founed some, but in order to make supplies, decided to find more, then plant them around the house. It would spared the time and work.

"Y/N." She heard deep, lazy voice and immediately turned at it's direction.

The Blade was standing under big sprouce tree with satisfied grinn on his lips. Eyes locked on Y/N figure, which completly froze at the sight of him. She have never been with him alone, in tundra always Phil or Ranboo were around, now it felt... strange and risky, she still remembered what happend to La'Manburg citizens.

"Technoblade." Y/N spoke softly, being careful to not crack her voice, despite building feeling of fear. She noticed, that piglin hybrid under his royal, crimson cloak was wearing armor, probably not his best one, but still enough to win fight. Part of hair made into bun, rest were freely in his back and shoulders. From his belt was hanging netherite sword and netherite axe was sticking out from behind. She spotted, that his weapons were a little covered in blood, same as his sleeves and parts of shirt. He was killing monsters right? Or just hunting? Uncomfortable, awkward silence reminded between them, only forest noises distrubed it from time to time.

Voices were too loud today, too agressive, too greedy, killing monsters and pillagers wasn't enough, Quackity has already tasted his steel, well he deserved that after showing up in Y/N home. He had so much fun with him, but after that he needed some rest, comfort and calm. That is why without even thinking too much Technoblade went straight to Y/N house. He hoped, that everything will change, that he finally will has some break from voices, violence and killing. Of course he liked his way to be... but yes sometimes, you have to make a nap.

"Are you wounded?" Y/N asked quietly breaking the silence. After all, if he needed help, she would help him, without hesitation.

Technoblade's grinn became more sinister, he put hand on sword hilt and slowly tilted his head on right side.

"This isn't my blood." He said without caring at all.

"Oh, that's good then..." Y/N whispered, but he could hear that.

Piglin hybrid studied her posture, she had only trident at her back, backpack in left hand, no armor, no more weapons. Poor little girl, that's not how you are going outside your home, she was literally unarmed in his eyes.

"So... what are you doing here? Alone? In the forest?" Technoblade asked and moved closer to her.

The way he spoke these words, made Y/N shiver inside, outside, she grabbed her backpack harder. Surely there was nothing to worry about, she has never done something wrong to him or Philza, she wasn't dangerous or wanted to has any power. Techno is probably just passing by. Suddenly he was so close, now she could for real see the height diffrence, for the gods sake, her head reached around his breastbone. Y/N looked up only to meet piglin hybrid's burning gaze.

"I... I was collecting berries for my snow fox. Something scared her, so I thought that she will calm down after getting some and I ran out of them..." she suttered and swallow hard.

"How sweet." Technoblade commented and his smile widened.

"So... you are just passing by?"

"Not really."

Sudden grip on her chin caught Y/N off guard. Technoblade forced her to look straight into his eyes. His face stiffened a little bit, she hissed quietly, when claws touched harder gentle skin. Then she realised... Blade's eyes were red and she heard, that it could glow in darkness. Her skin became pale and pupils widened. It was him, that time during a storm, he was watching her...

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked quietly, without any clue, what was going on.

'She is so innocent.' 'We love her scent.' 'Let her know.'

"I have something to tell you." He leaned and immediately her scent hit him harder, resisting to take deep breath wasn't that easy.

"What excatly?"

"I was watching you for a while Y/N. Belive me or not I found that interesting, because your pressence is calming for me, I can fall asleep while listening your voice and push away my violence behaviour, when you are around." He stroked her cheek by his thumb and smiled haughty. "I am always getting , what I want and I want that so badly, you can't even imagine."

Y/N shook head and made few steps back, leaving his grip, couldn't belive what she just heard. That's impossible.

"I don't know what to say... I can admit, that I had strange feeling of being watching but... I blamed the Egg..." She looked deep into his eyes, trying to put everything together. "What do you mean, you are always getting, what are you want? How am I suppose to understand that?"

"Listen sweetheart, we can do this in two diffrent ways: good or bad. If you choose first one, fine politely you will go with me. Second way? Well I can be very convincing, when I want to." Technoblade frowned.

None of this options was good for her. Y/N sighed and her shoulders dropped. She couldn't do anything literally...

"Come on princess. I can take care of you, I promise, you will be happy." He gave her his hand, but gripped sword hilt harder.

Y/N always avoided the conflicts and argues, never has started any, that was easier and better way to live. She could take care of her interests, powers anf friends by being supportive or neutral. Technoblade's behaviour made her shiver and feel sick, there was no guarantee that he will keep his words, even if it were sweet and promising. Y/N knew that fighting him was pointlees, he were ten thousand better than her, she didn't even have armor or second weapon. But surrender just like that? Without any resistance? She always was determinated, miss 'you can always find a way, solution'. Not a chance.

"I think I have better option, which lay in the middle." Y/N smiled gently.

"Well, tell me then." Technoblade rose his eyebrows with curiosity.

With one smooth move, she put backpack on and immediately started to run. The Blade's pupils widened, he burst out laughing.

"It will be funny."

She has known, that she needed to lose him in forest. Going to home wouldn't help, because door or gate couldn't stop Blood God. Lost him and then ran away from Smp, at least her current living location. Y/N realized that she couldn't even ask for help anyone. Probably Technoblade would come after her friends, helpers, so that was it. Y/N versus The Blade, she was on her own.

'How did she dare to run away from us?!' 'Chase her, catch her.' 'Faster, faster, faster!'

It seemed like running away from Tommy for fun, came in handy and long trips with Ranboo caused her to move fast through forest. Y/N nimbly jumped over obstacles and avoid rocks or roots. Her pace wasn't the fastes, but she could hold it for pretty long time. She wasn't thinking a lot, just tried to run away as far as she could.

'Don't look back, don't look back, it will make you slower.'

Hiding could be good idea, but not now. As long as he was close, she couldn't stop at all. Breaking through the forest was only hearing noise, soon, she heard her heavy breathing. Heading to unknown direction wasn't so wisely, but Y/N had no choice. After a few minutes, she stopped to catch breath. Around was sudden so quiet, cold shiver went down at her spine. Too quiet.

"Already tired?" Technoblade's voice surprised her from left side.

She turned head, just to see him leaning against the tree. In his right hand he held sword, didn't even look like he was running.

"You can't outrun me little one. A lot of people tried, now they are dead." He aimed sword at her. "We can end this farce here. I am not mad, honestly, you made me smile a little bit."

"You will have to catch me, if you want me going with you." Y/N said and then continue to run away.

"Oh I will princess, that's what predator does to the prey."

Y/N started to feel really tired, muscles aching, throat dry from gasping for air, hair dispelled and cheeks red. She ran for a while, but now had to stop. Technoblade immediately appeared in her field of vision. He was walking carefuly, but still looked intimidating.

"Don't come closer!" She released a cry.

Piglin hybrid stopped about eight meters away. He leaned sword against the ground and looked at her with curious gaze.

'Here she is, our reward.' 'Let's finally take her with us.' 'We like that sound.'

"I think, I just caught you." A little grinn appeared on his lips.

She looked straight into his eyes. Her gaze full of fear met a calm and determination. Y/N didn't even want to think what would happend, if he fulfilled his desires. Gods sake, she was free human being, none could take her freedom, she didn't ask for this. In an act of desperation, with the last of her strength, she used her powers. Feeling of warm through fingers and energy drained from her veins, but then burning light. In Technoblade's towards direction flew literally fireball, but he was too skilled for this. He made a dodge and looked at Y/N with mix of proud and shock. She dropped to her knees, struggling to stay conscious, despite the pain at her whole body and tired mind and unclear vision. Technoblade immediately was with her, he knelt down and support her, by putting arm around her waist. Y/N leaned back against his chest, fatigue prevailed over reason.

"Enough for today princess. You run out, if you will keep resisting." He whispered calmly.

"Please, please... please I don't want this, I want to go home." Her voice was cracking, tears strimming down at her cheeks.

"Hush darling, everything will be all right."

Technoblade's body radiated warm, his tone suddenly was so calming and sleepy. She wanted to close eyes so badly, but still fear was too big.

"You are safe, nothing can hurt you I promise."

After this words Y/N gave up and lost consciousness. Sun went down and shadows became longer and darker.

}*{

Phil careful closed the doors, then walked quietly down. Technoblade sat in kitchen with cup of hot tea, he immediately looked at his old friend, his eyes were worrying.

"Y/N is good, she lost consciousness, because was too tired. You said that, she used her powers."

"It was literally fireball, but I dodge that easy."

"Well, now we know about her powers at least... interesting, what you are going to do, when she wake up?" Phil asked and sat in opposite site.

"I know, that you are not glad about this, but I will figure this out. She won't cause any troubles." Techno's voice became deeper.

Winged man sighed and looked at his friend. He knew what he was going through, when voices became louder and demanded blood, each moment of silence or when they were quiet, Technoblade cherished and tried to make it worth. Phil couldn't be angry or mad for his friend about that deed, but... he was torn.

"Come on spit it out. I can see that you want to tell something important." Piglin hybrid said slowly.

"We were through a lot of shit, we know each other for almost ages and we blew up the nation for gods sake, kidnapping isn't the worst thing you have done, but..." Phil started and looked at Techno. "I wish you best and everything good, but I don't know how will I act around. Y/N has come to me for books, we were talking about stuff, I gave her cookies and tea. How will I explain, that I am supporting your decision? And I am always on your side." Phil said aloud his worries.

"I will give her time to get used to. After certain amount of time Y/N will understand." The Blade was lost in his thoughts.

He was so greatful of his friend statement, but still a little bit unsure. This case shloudn't affect on their relationship or Phil's life. Honestly Technoblade belived that his pressence will comfort Y/N at least, as he said they were close and enjoyed each other company.

"Someone will notice her disappering. What then? And Ranboo is visiting us a lot." Phil sighed a little.

"I've got this, trust me."

"I trust you with my own life." Winged man nodded.

}*{

Sunlight kissed her skin gently, when it showed up on window. Y/N felt softness under herself and on her back. Quiet sigh left her lips, when she opened eyes. In the room was very bright, but for sure it wasn't her room. Immediately cold shiver went down at her spine. Still weak, she tried to lift herself, because she was lying on stomach. Bed was big, with good beddings and pillows.

"Don't move, you are still weak." Technoblade's voice was soft, but loud.

Y/N bite her lip and then lifted head. He was standing near the bed and observing curiously, looking completly diffrent. White, linen shirt and high waisted, leather trousers, hair braided tighly. In this version he was... more open and accessible, not so scary.

"Where am I?" She asked slowly and rolled at her back with quiet hiss. Muscles still hurt and throat was dry.

"In my house, in tundra safe and..." He cut off, while noticed that Y/N is trying to get up. "What did I say?" He stepped closer and sat on bed.

She sat unsure on mattress, just to met Technoblade here, he gripped again her chin, as in the forest and forced her to look at him. This time it was more gently.

"Darling please..."

"You can't take my freedom!"

His eyes darkened immediately and Y/N regreted her words. She swallowed hard, when Blade looked deep into her eyes.

"Of course I can and I will, if you don't behave good. If you didn't notice, you aren't chained or tied, but pretty comfy in my bed." He said slowly with threat in his voice. "Think about it."

Technoblade released her and got up. She looked down thinking about situation, yes he didn't tied her, but still it wasn't good case. Y/N just wanted to be free, do stuff which she want and meet friends. Maybe Smp wasn't perfect, but still now it was her home, there were a lot of wars or argues, but she still had house and persons which she cared about and this was mutual, now everything was unsure.

"I am just afraid... " Y/N whispered quietly.

"As I said earlier you are safe here, you are safe with me. Nothing can hurt you." Techno grabbed bowl with soup and came back. "Here, eat, you need to recover."

"Thanks." She smiled weakly to him, took bowl and started to eat slowly.

'Good girl.' 'She will behave for sure.' 'We can teach her a lesson.'

Y/N was napping for the rest of the day, Technoblade gave her one of their books, so she wasn't bored. Probably tomorrow or next day she will stand up.

The sound of closing doors, caused her to closed book and put it away. Piglin smiled gently and took off his shirt suddenly. Y/N eyes became big.

"Wait wait wait..."

"Calm down princess, I am just going to sleep, nothing else." Technoblade smirked for her panic.

"So... where shloud I move?" Y/N asked looking around the room.

"Nowhere. You are staying here with me."

Immediately her cheeks went slighty red. She looked at him curiously. His pink skin seemed gentle from the distance, a lot of scars marked his chest and arms. Some of them little, some of them large, the biggest one was through both sides of chest. Technoblade released his hair and came closer. Y/N moved to make him some space. He laid down, she followed his steps but remain distance.

"Goodnight." She said and turned back from him.

"Goodnight sweetheart."

He blow up torches near the bed and silence fell upon them. Not even a five minutes passed, when Y/N felt sudden grip on her waist. She froze, Technoblade hugged her and pressed kiss on her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Quiet whisper left her lips.

"Snuggling and cuddling." He whispered softly.

Y/N couldn't help, she giggled quietly. Techno took this as premission, her back touched his chest and second hand slowly stroked her hair.

[wpdarlingpan]

hello, just wanted to tell you how wonderful your work is, keep it up and keep rocking :) I was wondering if you could do a yandere Peter Parker x reader oneshot where the reader has powers and she's completely badass? But she kinda has self esteem issues and thinks her feelings aren't important. I'm sorry if I made you sad TvT

I will try my best! And thank you so much for the compliments ♡

Silent Shadow. That’s what she was. At least that’s what it was before the Avengers came. She was a assassin for a group called Hydra. Hydra was all she knew and that’s all she thought there was for her. She was there strongest asset, she was even able to rake down the Winter Soldier. She had beaten every hydra agent in a fight and she had many skills. You’d think she would just run away since she was able to overthrow them but Hydra made sure she would have no one to go to outside of them so they killed her parents and took her. She was alone. At least that was until she grew a relationship with her partner. A platonic one. She thought she had no one.

Until the day they showed up.

“Cap, how’s it looking out there? Need Code Green?” Bruce said from inside the quinjet.

“No, I think we are good Bruce. Tony is taking out the rest alongside Thor. Guess this base wasn’t as important.” Cap replied through the coms. It was true. It was a pretty easy mission, that was until they went towards the cells.

Bucky Barnes alongside Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver got rid of every Hydra Agent in the cells. At least the thought they did until they reach the very end cell with a complex lock. Bucky nodded at Wanda and she quickly used her powers to undo the lock.

Once inside they see a girl. She looked around 16 years old. Bucky froze.

Another assassin.

He knew her.

He rushed to the cyrochamber and opened it to the dismay of the team. They didn’t need another Hydra Soldier to deal with but he was not going to leave her in there. Steve walked into the room and saw him opening the chamber.

“What are you doing Buck?”

“I’m getting her out of here.” He spoke leaving no room for arguments.

“What if she’s dangerous?”

“I know her. She was my partner. She never wanted this. She always fought.”

“How do you know she will still fight?”

“I don’t.”

and finally it was open and he grabbed her then made his way back to the quinjet. The team that didn’t go to the cells were already there.

Tony was the first to notice Barnes carrying a girl.

“What do you got there?”

“...” Bucky didn’t respond. He wouldn’t explain back at the compound. He just wanted her to wake up. He wanted his little sister back.

Back at the compound

Her senses slowly came back to her and she woke up to her hand resting in somebody’s. She opened her eyes and saw.... Bucky! She lightly shook his hand making him shoot up.

“Doe!”

(I thought Doe would be a cute nickname since it forms from the only name they know which is Shadow.)

“Snowy!” She said happily. She was free. She was with her older brother. Everything would be okay.

And it was. For awhile. They took a blood test from her and found out she was Tony’s missing sister who was taken after the car crash with her parents. Her name was Y/N but some still called her Shadow or Doe in Bucky case. She didn’t blame Bucky but he sure blamed himself but he wouldn’t let himself cut her out of his life because of guilt. She developed relationships with the team. Tony and Bucky were her protective older brothers, Steve, Bruce, Clint and Thor were like uncles. Natasha was her aunt. Pietro and Wanda were like siblings. Then there was the day she met Peter. She had finally worked back up her courage and bravery, not to mention her cunningness. She was herself again, just more confident than before the accident. She walked around in stride, almost matching up to Natasha. She would work on her powers with Wanda and then make sure to spend time with her family.

He had come over to the tower after hearing about the new person at the tower from Tony. He had invited Peter to come over and meet his sister, Peter being addicted to pleasing his idol said of course and made his way over.

He was of course expecting a older woman since he knew Tony’s parents had died many many years ago, he was not prepared to see her.

Peter made his way up the elevator of the expensive tower after telling Jarvis what floor he wanted to be on. The elevator opened and there the team was in all their glory sitting on the couch waiting for him and the other guest to be ready.

“Hello Man of spider!” Thor boomed loudly as Peter stepped out of the elevator. Peter waved shyly at Thor and the others followed with their hellos. After a little more waiting Tony was impatient and called his sister to come down.

“Alright, Alright I’m coming! I didn’t even take that long! It would take longer to say your full title thing you like to say about yourself. Isn’t Genius, Billionaire Playboy, Kiss ass?” She smirked as she walked into the room. Peters eyes widened.

She was Tony Stark’s sister?

“Who’s did you want me to meet?” She questioned her brother as she smiled at him cheekily after forgetting the name of the person for the billionth time.

Tony rolled his eyes but he couldn’t stay mad at the sister who came back miraculously from the dead.

“Peter meet Y/N my little sister and Y/N meet Peter Parker aka Spider-boy.” Tony introduced and Peter stepped forwards almost in a daze and held out his when to shake formally.

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N said cheekily as he continued staring. He lightly shook his head and blushed embarrassedly.

“Nice to meet you too.”

She was more confident now away from hydra and he liked her personality.

And it truly was because that was the day that started his obsession with the one and the only

Y/N Stark.

He always came over to the tower to hang out with her as they had grown to be friends but Peter wanted more. Sometimes he came over and stalked her outside of the windows. Peter had hacked the tower from the inside to not detect him as Spider Man on the outside of the tower. Whenever he was in her room he’d touch everything he could and he secretly undid the latch to her window. He snuck into her room every night just to watch her sleep, watching as her chest raised and called from her steady breathing . He took pictures of her whenever he spied and had a secret collection of them filling his closest. He had even entered the room when the other Avengers had decided to run to the store for groceries dressed in their typical jacket, sunglasses, and baseball hats disguises. He cuddled into her blankets and breathed in her scene as he held into her pillow.

He was undeniably in love with Y/N Stark.

And he wanted her to be his.

His plan was soon put into action. He knew her schedules, wasn’t too hard she was required to stay at home as it was too dangerous because of Hydra.

One day he just got lucky, the team had to go out on a mission and she was required to stay home but Tony didn’t want her by herself so he called his trusted intern, Peter Parker. He was asked to go over to the tower to keep Y/N company and he immediately said yes.

And the day started off as usual for Y/N. She woke up and had breakfast, then sat by the tv watching her favorite show Once Upon A Time. She always like watching it because the character Jefferson reminded her of Bucky. She was halfway into episode 16 when Peter arrived in the Elevator.

“Hey Peter!” She called from the couch. She didn’t even look at him. It made him slightly mad. He should be her one and only. Not the stupid tv show.

“Hey Y/N.” He replied after he got over his anger.

“What do you want to do?” She questioned looking at him with a eyebrow raised.

“There are so many things I’d like to do.” He thought to himself but restrained from saying.

“It’s up to you.” He replied shortly continuing to think through his plan. He was confident it would go right if he followed each direction.

They went to the gym and she began to work on her powers while Peter watched her intently. He needed to know her powers if things were to go south with his plans. She first turned invisible then made force fields.

She continued to make the force fields bigger and Peter had to continue to back up to avoid getting hit with it. He began to get too far away. He also didn’t want her to thing that she could push him away like this.

“Y/N stop. You need to get food in you before you continue practicing. Your low on energy.” He faked looking concerned in order to manipulate her to feel bad. Of course she was usually defiant but she just wanted Peter to be happy. So she gave in.

“Alright.” He nodded in praise at her giving in. He knew how to get her now. She needed to please others. Probably a side effect from Hydra but it could be used to his advantage.

They then began baking... well more like Peter while she watched he made her sit down after he was worried about her burning herself. She needed to be taken care of. He also didn’t need her catching onto his plan, taking a pill out from his pocket and crushed it onto the cupcake he was going to give her. It looked like sugar. After being at hydra you’d think she would check her food before she ate. But she didn’t. She had to trust Peter of course. That’s what her brother wanted from her. She felt bad not being able to help around the tower. She felt as if she wasn’t contributing enough. Y/N thought it would help if she did what she thought was expected of her, not what she wanted. She wanted to bake. But if Peter didn’t want her to then she couldn’t deny it.

Then they watched tv but Peter hated it because again her attention was somewhere else. Halfway through Star Wars he turned off the tv and waited for it to work.

Just as he looked at her he could see her eyes be going to droop.

“Oh Y/N are you tired?” He questioned with fake concern.

“Oh, I am. Just a little bit. I slept well last night-“ she was cut off by a yawn. “I don’t know why I’m so tired. I’m sorry Peter. I knew you came over to hang out.”

“It’s fine Y/N. Just got to sleep.”

Just as he said that her eyes shut and he smiled victoriously. She was his. And she wasn’t ever going to leave.

He picked her up bridal style and took her into her room and sat her down on the bed while he changed into his Spider-Man uniform and packed her some clothes. They wouldn’t be coming back here. After packing clothes into a small back pack he picked her up once again and they went swinging out of the tower with Jarvis not even alerted because of Peter hacking it before to not detect his suit.

He arrived at a small house in the middle of the woods and carefully opened the door and brought her inside. Peter glanced around the rooms just in case then sat her in the bed, attaching a chain to her ancle. The clasp part of the chain had a little padding so it wasn’t hurting her but it did keep her there. He kissed her on the head and quickly changed out of his suit. Then got into the bed wearing boxers climbing in next to the sleeping girl. He wrapped a arm around her waist and sighed content.

She was finally his.

The Avengers got back to the tower and saw no one there. No struggle. Nothing.

Tony Lost his sister. Again.

Bucky lost his little sister. Again.

And

Peter had taken the love of his life to be all his.

At least until they check the tapes.

Sorry it’s taken me forever to write this. This was my first shot at a Yandere and I hope it’s good. Sorry if I should have done less back story and more Peter but I hope you like it. Anyways thank you for the suggestion. ♡

[animeyanderelover]

Hi! Regarding my revision request, can you do same theme like previous one (minato in poly relationship/marriage with kushina and fem uzumaki s/o) also kushina love s/o as younger sister. Thank you!

You wanted Kushina not married to Minato and as a platonic Yandere, right?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, obsessiveness, clingyness, manipulation, bullying, blackmailing

Uzumaki s/o who’s like a sister for Kushina

⚡️🌶It’s a bit understandable that Kushina would be that way given the fact that you two came from the same village and were chosen as the next two jinchuriki. I guess in the end it wouldn’t even matter too much whether you two knew each other from before or not. If you two did, you would of course be already very close. If you didn’t know each other before, you would become really close over the following years. You two are the only ones who can understand each other and relate to each other and next to that you two thought at that time that everyone else would just make fun of the two of you.

⚡️🌶Kushina is even as a platonic Yandere protective, very much. And especially if you’re getting mocked and teased for your hair she sees...well, she sees red. She didn’t even care that much that she was getting bullied, she was only concerned about you. She saw you as her sister and you most likely as hers too so it was understandable that you two were seen together all of the times. And we had in here those meanies again who made fun of it. Not like it ended well for them if they mocked you or, Jashin forbid it, pulled on your hair. Because then they got to experience a scary Kushina.

⚡️🌶Kushina was due to her overprotectiveness extremely observing of her surroundings and so noticed rather quickly a certain blonde head in her class who kept staring at the two of you, especially you. She kept every bully in mind and couldn’t recall having ever seen him around. But to be frankly, she didn’t trust anyone in this class so she took it that he was more of a silent and timid guy who just disliked you two from the distance. It led her to snapping every time a bit at him when she caught him staring at you again, pulling you protectively closer to her and glaring kunai his way.

⚡️🌶He never seemed to really dare to approach you though, even though Kushina suspected he badly wanted to do so. She had actually no problem with him staying away like this from you except if he liked you which she started to suspect was more the case. But if that was true, he should come to you and not keep staring like a weirdo. That was cowardly to do and next to that that would be by a long shot not enough, not with Kushina as your best friend and sister, not by blood, but by love.

⚡️🌶Now let’s just pretend that instead of Kushina, you were kidnapped and saved by Minato who had followed you due to the traces of your red hair you had left behind. You most likely knew him as the ‘creep who kept staring at you’, as Kushina always called him. But you might have most likely also suspected that he liked you and on that night he talked for the first time to you, telling you that he thought that your hair was beautiful and apologizing for not having been faster to save you and just standing all the time by and watching you and Kushina suffering. He would from now on be there.

⚡️🌶In the meantime Kushina felt like she was ready to kill, blaming it on the village and the shinobi that they had let it happen in the first place, all because no one liked them due to their hair and position as jinchuriki. It was not fair! She was most likely also already on her own search for you, not trusting the shinobi from the village to have enough motivation to find you since they hadn’t even realize yet. So you can only imagine the shock and relief hitting her like a shower of bricks the moment she saw Minato and you walking together home. She just pushed Minato aside and was all over you, ignoring his presence completely.

⚡️🌶But at the very least she thanked him later on, although also scolding him for never having done anything before despite him liking you and her, in another way, and also thinking of your hair as pretty. She told him that this was just such a cowardly move for which he had to apologize a couple of times before she seemed to calm down a bit.

⚡️🌶Afterwards he started to make up for the time he had just watched and done nothing, now he was there and always lectured people who made comments and fun of you two for which Kushina and you learned to respect and view him as a friend of yours. Now, Kushina was still more dubious of him during the earlier phrase of this friendship due to not trusting him completely yet. She did know that he liked you really and her in a friend-like way so she didn’t distrust him in a way that she thought he would betray you two. But more because she knew he liked you. She had never considered the thought of someone else playing possibly an important role in your life. So far it had always been you and her and she wanted it to stay that way. She felt threatened and jealous in a way and it caused her to be the first few weeks a bit salty around Minato. And whenever you two spent time without her, she sulked afterwards for quite some time until you came back and told her she was the best.

⚡️🌶That changed of course after her and Minato became close as well, the boy noticed most likely that Kushina wasn’t exactly happy with him as the newest addition to your and her old duo which was now a trio. He was genuinely interested in her as well and wanted to be closer to her, he wanted to be her friend. She kind of refused at first and this rebellious and jealous act of hers was noticed by you as well and it saddened you most likely a bit. You wanted both of them to be friends since you liked both of them.

⚡️🌶It led to Minato pointing it out to Kushina which had noticed by now as well that you were upset due to her way of acting around Minato. And the last thing she wanted was making you sad, especially if you were because of her. So she became reluctantly more willing to spent time with him and get to know him better in hopes of getting along with him. And in the end they found a point to bond over which was you. Both of them cared a lot for you in different ways and no matter how bad any future arguments seemed to be, the moment one of those two brought up that you would be not happy when seeing them like this, they stopped and found a less intense method to solve the problem. Most of the arguments were anyways not something serious, but more over something silly which made you more giggle than laugh.

⚡️🌶So Kushina came over time to the terms of accepting Minato and seeing him as one of the very few persons she was actually okay sharing with. She of course still became jealous when he wanted to spend too much time with you since she needed her time with you as well, but the fact that she wasn’t scaring him as often and much as other people was sign enough for Minato that she liked him.

⚡️🌶Much more on the contrary, she started shipping you two, even more when noticing that you had started to like him too. It was no surprise, Minato is a handsome and charming man who can make everyone swoon over him. Was totally excited when you told her that you had feelings for him, but weren’t sure how to tell him. She wanted you two by now to get together and she also wanted to help so the longer Minato seemed to hesitate to confess to you, the more frustrated she became, the hair-pulling kind of frustration.

⚡️🌶The moment her string of patience snaps she’s the type to just walk over to him and threaten him to just tell you before she does it herself or before you might lose interest and get tired of him. He’s the only one she’s okay with dating you so he better move his ass and tell you before she drags him personally to you. It’s an effective method, especially when she manages to scare him.

⚡️🌶Both of them team up a lot for you and are also fine with spending time with you together, but both need time with you alone as well. And in that point it can get kind of tricky sometimes since both are clingy and as soon as you’re with one, the other starts to miss you dearly. But at the very least they have understanding for that and also don’t compete over you to find out how you like better. Kushina is also protective over the relationship you two have since it makes you happy and it somewhat leads her to scaring other girls after Minato away. Minato on the other hand is also protective over Kushina’s bond with you since she was from the earliest days there for you.

⚡️🌶She respects Minato and trusts him with you, but she also doesn’t care much to shout at him if he manages to upset you. Doesn’t matter if he’s already Hokage or not. Luckily the chances for that to happen are very, very small.

⚡️🌶The only scenario where her and Minato might get in a serious fight with each other is the moment you would want to leave him and he has to resort, as a last way, to blackmailing and bribing you. That’s the only occasion where she’ll be truly mad and pissed off. It’s still a bad situation for her since she knows that she’s in the disadvantage since he’s the Hokage and she also sees him as her best friend which hurts her even more if this should happen. Because she trusted him and thought he was better. For Minato this is still not easy either, he sees Kushina as his best friend as well and knowing that both Uzumaki’s are now upset and hurt because of him just pains him as well.

[giorno-plays-piano]

hey!! i love your writing sm💕 idk if you’re still taking requests or if you’re comfortable w a like platonic or father figure yandere. But how about yan! Steve Rogers where he kidnaps a teenage girl to be his daughter then shields her from the world to “protect” her kinda like rapunzel. if you don’t want to that’s no problem at all tho💕

Hi, sweetie! This is a very peculiar request, and I really, really like it! I guess I’ve made Steve a little softer than I expected, but here he is. Hope you’re going to enjoy this!

The one he cares about

Pairing: adoptive dad!Steve & Reader, Peter Parker x Reader (if you squint)

Warnings: yandere, obsession (non-romantic!), stalking, kidnapping, death of minor characters (but nothing too scary).

Words: 1870.

P.S. Just to clarify this is NOT an incest story, Steve does not harbor any romantic feelings for the reader, he loves her like a parent does.

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Pacing up and down nervously like a caged tiger, Steve threw a glance at the clock on the kitchen wall, ready to take out his cellphone and give you a call. It was just 10 pm, but he felt something wasn't going quite right. Was everything ok at that party? Were you enjoying yourself? Did you finally confess to that silly guy Steve didn't like at all? What if he had already got you, Steve's precious little daughter, into bed?

Breathing in deeply, the man tried calming himself down. You were an adult. At one point you would start dating people, and it was perfectly alright, Sam reminded him the other day. You weren't some princess locked in a tower with Steve guarding you like an angry dragon. You had the right to love and be loved, create your own family, for God's sake. When he thought of you leaving him Steve was ready to break that kitchen wall.

No, no, no, it was alright. You loved him with all your heart, and no stupid guy could take it away from Steve. He was your father. Adoptive father, of course, but he did everything he could to make you trust and love him as much as you true family. You were calling him dad, after all. And even if you eventually married someone, Steve would always stay close to help and support you - and your kids, if you ever decide to have any. At the thought of him kissing the cheeks of his cute little grandchildren Steve had finally relaxed.

Oh, was it the sound of the front door opening? As much as he wanted to rush to meet you, the man quickly put on his apron he ironed this morning and turned to the heated stove to put a meat pie in it. Alright, alright, you were already home, it was perfect.

But why so early? Steve was really generous this time and gave you till 1 am - of course, if you took a taxi, not go walking the streets in the night. Did something go wrong? Did the guy reject you? Did he take advantage of you? Did he... do something he shouldn't have?

Steve felt his blood boiling. In a second he was ready to storm out of the kitchen to beat the shit out of that bastard who was stupid enough to hurt his child.

"Hi dad! I'm home!"

As you walked in, carrying your beaded clutch in your arms and yawning tiredly, Steve put a smile on his face momentarily, assessing whether you were hurt within a couple of seconds. No, apparently, you were alright: you moved just like before; your hair wasn't ruffled, and your makeup wasn't smeared eather. He had overreacted again.

"Welcome back, sweet pea." Steve moved closer to you, giving you a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead as you giggled softly, throwing your arms around his broad back. "How did it go?"

As your face turned gloomy for a fleeting second, he knew his sixth sense wasn't lying to him: something didn't go well.

"Nah." You brushed it off as you sat on the chair, carelessly leaving your clutch on the table and stretching your legs with a loud sigh.

"What is it, sweetie?"

Furrowing his brows, Steve sat across from you, his hands folded as he stared at you with worry. Shit, did this guy try doing something funny? Did he offend you? Oh, Steve was going to have a nice talk with him, a moron who thought he could do this to his little girl and it would never come back at him. Should he call Natasha? Maybe Bucky? He knew they were still in town. No, no, he would take this matter in his own hands and go have a nice talk with that stupid ungrateful ba-

"It's alright, I swear." You muttered and forced a smile, drawing his attention back to you. "He just... well, just didn't return my feelings."

"Did he reject you?"

For a second Steve felt both relieved and ready to go murder that kid in a cold blood. Rejected you? The prettiest and smartest girl in the town with a heart of gold? Who did that little shit think he was, rejecting Steve's precious daughter?

But it was better than him forcing you to do something you didn't want. At least that asshole didn't do anything inappropriate to you, probably too scared to face your angry dad who could crack his skull with one hand.

"Not like reject in the full sense of the word, but... um, I feel like he was a little scared of me." Your smile turned bitter, and you leaned onto Steve, pressing your forehead into his chest as you exhaled loudly.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time it happened. Everybody around knew you were the daughter of retired Captain America, and people were treating you with such caution as if you were some time bomb, clearly unwilling to make the world's first Avenger angry. Partly, it was a good thing since no one tried messing with you. However, you were also left pretty much alone, ignored by the majority for the sake of their own well-being. Although you had found several friends, dating someone was a completely different thing: guys were running away from before you even spoke to them.

"I'm so sorry." The man said quietly, rubbing your back and gently caressing your head with his other hand. "This is my fault."

You sighed, lifting your head and looking at Steve so tenderly he suddenly felt like he was the happiest man in the world. What, weren't you upset?

"Come on, dad." His heart sped up when you called him that, and he was ready to lift you up in the air, kissing his little girl's nose. "I thought he's different, but he's just a chicken like all other guys. I'll get over him soon."

"Hard to live up to our standards, I guess." Steve smiled and pinched your nose a little, making you laugh again. "But you need to know I am really sorry, sweat pea. I swear I wouldn't stand in your way if you decided he was the right guy for you."

Actually, Steve pretty much would, but you wouldn't know about it. Happiness of his only child was the only thing that mattered to him now: what was the point of being a parent if you couldn't make your kid happy?

"It's okay, really, dad. I wouldn't change the things as they are now. When I think what could happen if you didn't see me on the street that night... uh-huh." You didn't finish the sentence, not that you needed to.

If Steve didn't find you that night desperately searching for food on the streets of New York, you'd probably be dead now.

You were born to a good family, and you spent the first 11 years of your life in a nice place, having loving parents, the roof above your head and food on the table. You were just one more happy kid among thousands of others, neither better nor worse than all of them. It all changed when your parents were killed by two robbers who had broken into your house, and soon you ended up in an orphanage - you still had nightmares about this place. You spent a year there before you escaped, choosing the streets over an orphanage. Silly you, thinking it would be better.

When Steve found you, you were 13. Dirty, always hungry, acting like a little wild animal, you were no more pitiful than any other homeless child, ignored by the majority of people, but Steve saw you. He took you with him - forcefully, of course, because you fought him like a little angry cat, frightened to the core he was going to take advantage of you like all those people pretending to help you. But he didn’t. He was the one who had truly cared.

It took him months to get you accustomed to living in a house again with someone close to you. Steve spent even more time trying to make you trust him, make you believe he was your friend, somebody you could rely on, trust, see as a parental figure. You couldn’t even name all those people he hired to help you: countless psychologists and psychiatrists; doctors and nurses of all kinds; visiting teachers and tutors. Despite liking to live alone, Steve brought so many strangers to his house it felt like living in a royal palace with tons of court attendants. All of this was for you, the only person he cared about, his little child.

When you were 15, you started calling him dad, and that was the day neither Steve nor you would ever forget: he scooped you up and kept swinging you around till your head was spinning while he laughed and shouted how much he loved you, the best daughter he could ever had. 

You never knew the extent to which Steve cared about you, following you secretly when you finally agreed to leave the house - he needed to know you were safe and sound. Of course, he was always there when he supposed someone wasn’t treating you right, and he did everything he could to keep his only child happy. Unfortunately, you were lonely until Steve found a couple of good friends for you, but it was alright. You were perfectly okay now.

“I love you too, sweet pea.” He smiled, caressing your head gently. “But you know what? Don’t worry about that guy. I actually have someone who I want you to meet, and he’s a really sweet kid.”

“Whoa, what? What kid?”

“Well, you know. Kid from work.”

“Dad, what work? What kid?” You rolled your eyes at him, giggling. “How old is he, at least?”

“A little older than you, but he’s alright. He’s been wanting to meet you for some time.” But before Steve wasn’t sure kid was the right guy for you, considering that he was still very much an Avenger and was involved in all kinds of dangerous situations. 

“Dad, what kid? Are you talking about your superhero colleagues or something?” 

“... yeah? I promise, you’ll like him. Peter’s a good kid.”

“Peter? Peter goddamn Parker?!” You exclaimed loudly, realizing he was talking about Spider-Man. “Are you joking?!”

“What did I tell you about swearing, sweetheart?” Furrowing his brows, Steve shook his head in disapproval, but laughed in the very next second, watching your guilty expression. “Alright, alright. I’m not joking. If you’d like to meet him, I’ll ask him to come tomorrow for dinner, ok?”

“Yes, please!”

As he took the pie out of the oven with you waiting at the dinner table, Steve thought about giving the kid a big lecture about what he was and wasn’t supposed to do to you, but he was more or less sure Peter knew what was right and wrong. Steve could spot that familiar glint in kid’s eyes when he was looking at your photo that Steve had been showing him proudly. 

It would turn out alright. Your father was ready to do anything it takes to make you happy.

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Wanted to hear you go on about child yandere. more types of love than romantic. the your my friend or your going to take care of me and me you is scary in a different way. smart kids can more easily manipulate the victim and others emotionally.

Child yanderes huh? Admittedly, that’s a topic I never really think about a lot.  The wording here was a little strange, but I’m taking this as pretty much a “free rein” question.

Quick thoughts here before the read more section:

Can a child be a yandere? – Absolutely

My feelings towards child yanderes (where the cast is roughly the same age) – Same as a normal yandere

My feelings towards child yanderes (where the yandere’s S/O is much older) – Frustrating to okay

To be perfectly upfront here, I don’t focus on child yanderes a lot with the media I consume. That doesn’t mean I don’t come across any.  In fact, in may just be a case where I’m not even considering “this is a child yandere” when technically yes they are.  I guess it depends on what age range you think of when you hear the word “child” to begin with.  For me, that makes me think elementary school and maybe even middle school.  High school I would rather say “kids” if that’s a step up in anyway?

If you consider anyone who is a minor (under the age of 18) a child, then yeah there’s a lot of child yanderes I’ve seen.  Lots of media I’ve read or watched focus on a cast of characters in high school for instance, or sometime middle school age.  I don’t think I’ve read or watched something with a yandere where the cast is strictly elementary school age.  Would I even really enjoy that?  To be honest, elementary school (and sometimes even middle school) romances for me might sound cute, but I hardly take them seriously.  There’s a lot of yanderes who met their S/O in elementary school in the story I’m sure, but that’s usually a past element and the story is focusing on the characters when they’re older.

For the sake of this post, I’ll just assume anyone who is under the age of 18 may count as a child yandere.

Can a child be a yandere?  Of course they can.  They just have to have intense feelings of love that are overwhelming towards another individual, often leading to obsessive and/or possessive behavior.

If you’re the type that believes in “platonic yanderes,” the most common obsessions here would be like the best friend kind (like you stated anon), sibling or parental figure.  In cases like these, I know for a fact I’ve seen some stories where the character is just severely deprived of safe and affectionate love in general.  Their relationships at home either aren’t stellar, or the character doesn’t have anyone period.  They child may have faced abuse or neglect, or they may simply be an orphan.  There’s no desire for sexual or romantic connection here.  The character rather just wants companionship and sometimes a caretaker.  Depending on the backstory given, you can feel kind of sad for these characters since they just don’t want to be alone.  They may also have a tendency to latch onto someone who fits an “ideal” of theirs.  Like the other person seems like the best role model for a friend/sibling/parental figure they always wanted.

If you’re like me though and are more focused on straight up “romantic yanderes,” yes a child can still develop these intense feelings.  In fact, it’s very common for a person in their younger years to grow easily infatuated with someone else, obsess over having a relationship and fumble with healthy dating behavior.  Pretty understandable because when you’re young, you’re just figuring things out. Lots of people have getting married as a main goal in life, so figuring out relationships early on is a benefit sometimes.  You’ve got other things affecting your goal like your social environment and puberty (you know what I mean).  I just stated the obvious here but oh well.  So yeah, a child yandere could fall in love with someone around their age, but they could also develop feelings for someone older.  Usually with the latter, it’s just innocent crushes that blossom from getting attention from someone they view as much more mature than their peers. Plenty of people will probably say, “I had the biggest crush on my third grade teacher” for instance or something like that.  They’re mostly harmless and will fade away in normal cases.  By the way, just because a kid CAN develop a crush on an older individual, that is NOT permission to pursue a relationship with them -_-.  Sorry for that interruption, but I don’t want people to misinterpret what I’m saying here.

Now if the child yandere in question is part of a cast that’s around the same age as them, including their S/O…I just kind of treat them like any other yandere.  No special feelings really towards the character more of less because the setting allows me to just focus on the relationships and not really the ages.  Especially with anime and manga where like, character appearances will hardly match their age sometimes, so I halfway give up even worrying about how old these characters are to begin with.

Currently the most recent child yandere I could think of observing was Norman in the Promised Neverland parody manga, The Parodied Jokerland.  He’s very enjoyable in that and incredibly yandere.  He’s the cute kind of creepy obsessive, if that makes any sense.  In that scenario, his S/O Emma is the same age as him, and the majority of the cast are also kids.

If you have a child yandere who’s focused on an OLDER S/O though…that’s kind of difficult to ignore.

I had this very funny and sad realization:  Most of the media I’ve viewed where a child yandere is in love with an older S/O is via Lifetime movies.

Yeah…

So that gives me a more narrow view here of child yanderes if their S/O is older than them 0.o. Lifetime is basically my junk food.  It’s bad for me, but I’ll watch it occasionally when I have cable access.  Not stellar entertainment, but my god they love to run the obsessive love trope over and over again.  Believe it or not, I know I’ve seen a few variations of cases where they have a younger character desperately trying to get together with an older character. They probably have all combinations, but for some reason the one that pops into my head first is, “teenage girl wants to marry this older man who’s already married/in a relationship.”

The way most of these plots play out is something like:

1)      Kid tries to find a way to get access to S/O (ex. Class, lessons, be a friend of S/O’s kid)

2)      Kid tries to get the S/O to support them with a sad backstory and/or tries to be the “perfect helper” for the S/O

3)      Kid tries to bump off the S/O’s partner at some point (may or may not succeed)

4)      Someone dies (because it’s Lifetime and someone you honestly don’t care about has to get killed at some point just to up the ante- I have literally only ever cared about 1 person that died when watching Lifetime and I don’t think it was even an official Lifetime movie)

5)      Kid confesses their love for their S/O and claims they’re the best match for them

6)      S/O (unsurprisingly) shuts them down with a “No”

7)      Kid snaps and depending on how much time is left in the movie, usually a fight culminates between individuals or there’s a kidnapping or blackmailing (you get the idea)

8)      Ends with kid either getting killed or arrested (Wait do they kill the child yanderes in these movies?  I haven’t watched them all so maybe they live, I’m not sure).

So yeah that’s what this ask made me think of first, haha.  Obviously with Lifetime, pretty much all their yanderes (as low-brow as some of them are) are the antagonistic/villain kind with Yandere vs. S/O stories.  It’s no different if the yandere in the film is a child.  It’s a guaranteed that the child yandere is going to lose in these films. But quite frankly…I know a lot of people actually want the S/O to reciprocate and work with the yandere, but I think we can all agree that this particular scenario should be fine staying Yandere vs. S/O.  Because if it wasn’t, that means you’d be making…an OLDER S/O…attempt a relationship…with a minor….yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhh I don’t recommend going that route for obvious reasons.

Now are child yanderes ever really a threat? Actually yes, they can be quite dangerous.  Sure, they’re not like a high political figure or CEO like in the stories I like to read that can use their power and wealth to push the S/O into a corner or anything.  But child yanderes can become surprisingly selfish and underhanded with their tactics. One thing I notice is that they’re incredibly observant, so they know where to find items they need to use (like weapons or drugs) for a wicked task or they know what kind of people to talk to and manipulate for their own needs. While child yanderes lack a higher social and economic standing, they have their “innocence” that can often help avoid detection from the authorities when trouble arises.  The most dangerous weapon I’d say a child yandere has at their disposable would be the ability to slander someone without repercussions. Especially if they’re claiming someone else was violent with them or sexually abused them.  Why?  Because let’s be honest, lots of people would be deathly afraid of doubting a child making such accusations.  And in turn, their feelings would rise quickly and they’d turn against the accused.

Another fun Lifetime fact: Depending on the film, they always purposefully make it frustrating for the viewer when it comes to false accusations vs. real accusations.  If it’s a film where they have an actual victim speak out against their perpetrator, the circumstances will usually be set up so that most of the film cast won’t believe the victim.  On the other side, if it’s a character making a false accusation against another character, most of the film cast will side with the liar over the accused.  Because I guess Lifetime just likes to say that life is infuriating like that 0.o

Getting back on topic though, so why did I say that child yanderes can range from “frustrating to okay” for me?  Well, like I said earlier, I don’t really take a lot of young romance that seriously. Kids can also be very volatile and irrational, so you know in ADDITION to this character being a yandere, it’s going to be nearly impossible to try to talk some sense into the character that they cannot be with the S/O they desire.  It’s a doomed relationship, so I find myself either rolling my eyes at or pitying the yandere in this case.  The child yandere could be “okay” though if, well…I like their yandere actions honestly. I AM still a sucker for yanderes in general, so I’m not gonna mind if I get a nice fix of crazy in there.

This probably isn’t a stellar answer, but like I said this isn’t really a topic I think about a lot. Hope it was interesting?