#yandere lance x reader

[yandere-voltron]

After a hazy, drunken night, you fine yourself in the middle of a bed with Keith’s back towards you, but close enough where you can feel him; While Lance having both your legs intertwined and his arm under your neck and you can feel Lance’s breath softly blow into your neck.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Wrongful Imprisonment

Male Alpha Yandere Prisoner x Omega Male Reader CW: Noncon, imprisonment, prison setting, knotting, mating cycles, a/b/o, rut/heat, knotting, size difference, ass eaten like it's groceries, general yandere behavior Word Count: 2k (Sorry this took so long.)

You never thought you would find yourself in prison. But there you were. Locked away in a minimum security facility.

You were innocent. When your home was raided you had no idea there were drugs there. Your boyfriend at the time had put all the blame on you to escape punishment.

What's worse was that you were an omega sentenced to a mixed facility full of alphas. Since male omegas were so rare no one bothered to make separate facilities for them.

They forcefully drugged away your heats to the best of their ability but the meds had side effects on your mood and gave you dizzy spells. And they weren't perfect. Even without a heat a faint scent of omega peaked through. During heats it was a bit more pronounced.

To some of the alphas who had been there for years it was enough to get their interest. And they were not men whose interest you wanted.

It was terrifying. The cells had no doors so you were in constant fear that you'd wake up with a rapist over you.

The guards were no help. You did your best to avoid all of the alphas of ill intent for as long as you could manage it, but one time you were cornered.

They had followed you in from the yard and crept up behind you. You flailed, scratched, and bit but they didn't take your struggles well and beat you until you stopped fighting.

You could hear them snickering as one slammed his knee into your gut before giving you two brutal punches to the face. You doubled over in pain, your nose bloody and tears cascading down your swollen face.

"Just be a good cock sleeve and stay still"

You felt your pants being yanked down to your knees.

"Look at how tight it's pussy is!"

You prepared for the worst, unable to eek out any pleas over your ragged sobs of hurt and fear.

But the worst never happened. Instead you heard growling followed by hisses and cries of pain.

Your pants were pulled up and you were helped onto your shaky feet.

In front of you stood a sweaty mountain of a man. He was about your age. Tan skin and red hair. All muscle. Probably spent every free moment lifting weights.

Which wasn't really true. Lately he also spent a lot of time watching you from a distance. Trying to get to know the one who's scent called to him so strongly despite the suppressants.

"Th-tha-th-" You tried to mutter a thanks, but your assault and near rate had sent you into a full panic attack.

"Shhh, don't try to talk. It's okay."

His green eyes stared into yours as he inspected your facial injuries. Nothing was broken.

He gently led you back to his doorless cell. The cells had a lot of traffic. You were a bit nervous but you were more scared to be alone and if he had wanted to hurt you he could have.

At least, that's what you had thought. Though you were completely unaware of how badly he wanted to bend you over and fill your body full of his seed. Unlike the brutes from before though he at least wanted you to moan and cling to him while he did it.

He introduced himself and you managed to return the courtesy once your sobs had lessened.

His name was Lance.

And over the months you spent in prison the two of you had become very close.

He kept you within his sight at all times and made sure you were safe. The two of you even managed to have it arranged where you could share the same cell so he could protect you at night and prevent you from getting a bad roommate.

Lance also rubbed all your clothes every morning on him so they had his scent to keep you safe.

The alpha even had the idea to give you a claiming bite just to make sure no one would try anything.

You allowed him to do so, you didn't think it meant anything. In fact, he had reassured you that it hadn't. It was just another measure to protect you.

Of course that wasn't how the alpha saw it at all. Even though he hadn't bed you he considered you his mate. And really, if anything, the fact you were so naïve about it only proved that he was taking the correct course of action.

You were too trusting and soft. That's how you had ended up there in the first place. That's why those vermin tried to get their unworthy hands on you.

You were his mate. Even if you didn't know it yet. You needed him.

And he needed you too. Your scent and personality drove him to keep you safe. So kind. A perfect mate for him. You were the only light in his otherwise miserable existence. To say that you were as essential as oxygen to him would be an understatement.

And after he saved you from those lesser alphas his instincts screamed that he owned you. He had won you in a physical contest.

The alpha just had to calm himself down and be patient. He would get you gradually. He was confident he was almost there.

Until you got the news that you were being released early because new evidence had come to light.

Lance feigned joy at the news.

"I am glad... a place like this really isn't for a person like you..."

"Yeah! And now I won't have to be such a burden to you anymore either! Thanks for helping me so much Lance, you're a great friend. I'll miss you."

Inwardly Lance wanted to go on a rampage. His mate was being taken away from him! He wouldn't be able to protect you. Someone might try to hurt you and touch you with hands unworthy of your skin.

The mere thought filled him with unbridled anger.

Lance knew what he had to do.

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It had been just a couple months since your release and you were adjusting about as well as could be expected for someone in your situation.

You had been money from a settlement for being falsely imprisoned so finances weren't an issue. But you had no friends on the outside anymore. You had nothing to do.

And the ptsd from over a year of living like an animal was immense.

The hardest thing to adjust to, at least physically, was no longer being on industrial strength suppressants. And the very strong heats that accompanied that change.

It was during one such extreme heat that Lance broke out of prison and was making his way up the hill right towards your secluded home. He could smell you from far off.

He was in rut. He had not seen his omega in months. And he could smell your heat.

The alpha was coming for you... and very soon... he would be cumming in you.

When he came upon your home he noticed the window was open. You were so careless! Just letting your damn heat scent drift out and attract any piece of shit alpha right to your open window!! You were really fucking lucky you had such a dedicated mate like him though. So loyal that he broke through prison to take care of you.

He watched you for a minute through your open window. Poor little omega. Writhing in your empty nest. No alpha scent to soothe you. Your nude form hot and sweaty, jerking your cock and bucking your hips fervently, a puddle of slick staining your blankets. And the smell was insane, practically screaming for someone to slide in you.

But fate had provided you with a strong lover that was going to fuck all your frustrations right away.

As he stepped through your window your eyes snapped to him immediately, his musky smell grabbing your attention. “L-lance? B-but…”

“I got out for you. Now I can help you and we can be together.” His voice was low and raspy. Almost animalistic.

You recoiled in fear of him and fell out of your bed.

Lance was hurt that his precious lover was scared of him, but he understood. Past lovrs had hurt you and other alphas had tried to rape you very violently. But that’s not what he would do. He was going to keep you safe. Take care of your needs.

“You n-need to leave Lance.”

It was so hard to think clearly. Your body was on fire and his smell was so comforting even though you didn’t want his knot in you. He was still an attractive alpha who you had been close to and your body wanted to be closer. And he could smell it.

“No. I need to breed my husband.”

“Lance, y-you’re not my-”

He stood over you and picked you up easily, putting you back into your nest. He knelt beside it so that his head was right by your ass that was hanging off. He positioned your legs on his shoulders and inhaled deeply.

The scent you were giving off was too captivating, especially there, he could no longer even process your words. He tenderly nuzzled his nose beneath your balls, drinking in the scent and kissing each of your nuts gently before focusing his attention on your needy, slick-leaking hole.

He stared at it in awe for a moment, like a dragon appraising his most precious treasure.

Lance slid his tongue right in and began wriggling it to get at every inch he could reach, reveling in the needy sounds you made between your flustered protests. He kissed it and removed his lips, a small string of drool and slick briefly connecting your hole with his lips.

The alpha then flipped you on to your belly and climbed into the nest with you after discarding his pants and underwear, he took off his sweaty shirt and laid it under your head so you could enjoy his scent while he bred you. He put your head down and kept your ass up. You would have protested, but you couldn’t stay in your right mind any longer.

Not after the tongue fucking he had given you, not with his scent so concentrated with your face pressed into it.

You gripped his shirt and pressed it closer to you, trying to inhale the musk as much as you possibly could. His heart leapt at the sight of it all. His little omega was presenting so nicely for him all while drowning so willingly in his smell.

He gripped your hips firmly, but still careful not to hurt you as he sank his cock into you deeply.

Lance gasped as the wet heat engulfed his entire length. You fit over him so well. There was not a fraction of a doubt in his mind, you were made just for him.

You moaned and drooled into the shirt your loving mate had provided as his flesh smacked against yours. Faster and faster he slammed into you with your slutty noises driving him on until his knot swelled and his cum was pumped into you.

The alpha renewed that claiming bite he had given you as the two of you became tied together and while licking your fresh wound he lightly humped into you until you came hard as well. He caged your body with his and held you tightly to him as you both panted and waited for the knot to go down.

As your mind temporarily cleared you were aware that this was not something you wanted.

But it wasn’t something that you could fight either.

After everything you had been through you were still just a prisoner.

[rene-spade]

growing up leclerc | f1 grid

fem!reader x leclerc family, f1 grid

note(s); inspired by @multiversesweets Little Leclerc series! This is kind of my version/take on a youngest leclerc sister. 2nd pov but for the plot, she is named 🫶 lol

Warning(s); possibly triggering dynamics, some obsessive behavior tbh bc i like em crazy, mostly cute stuff tho!

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GROWING UP LECLERC MEANS being spoiled rotten by your three big brothers, and even a select few of their close friends too. you’re as eager to watch the boys race as they are for you to watch them, you’re the heart of the family. being the youngest (2002), only female leclerc sibling makes you a standout in every stage of life. strict ‘no dating’ rules set up by charles after he noticed some of the other karting boys eyeing you. you’ve always been the prettiest girl around in monaco, it’s the same everywhere else the leclerc’s go (much to the chagrin of your brothers). it takes nothing more than a bat of your eyelashes for you to get anything you want, as things should be. but your brothers are worried the big world will ruin you; better to stay with them where it’s safe.

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SOME LECLERC FAMILY THINGS; childhood

full name Hélèna Solène Pascale Leclerc

hervé and pascale taking tonsss of photos

enzo being the sanest brother

all of arthur’s friends having a crush on you growing up

arthur at age 8: mean to his little sister

arthur the moment anyone else looks at her: *swinging*

charles being dubbed “track menace” after crashing into so many boys who’ve looked at you

charles forces you to like the red car

big bro jules who dotes on you, charles, and arthur, showing you off around the paddock

protectiveness levels multiplying after hervé passes away, and again after jules

your brothers are hypersensitive when it comes to you (if you’re sick it’s like charles is dying)

having to keep your romance life a complete secret from your brothers until you’re like 24

Monaco’s Clingiest Family

modeling agencies always trying to recruit you but you’re literally a child, so arthur and charles start barking at people that come up to the family in public

princess treatment you’re whole life and you don’t even care that your bros are a little crazy

charles has tried to murder his fellow drivers

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twitter; self-ran

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instagram; self ran

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photo album; written by pascale leclerc

lorenzo, hélèna, & arthur et hélie la bébé de

charles 2005 2009 charlie 2006

enzo, charles, famille <3 maman avec

& hélie 2010 2002 hél & tur 2003

bébé hélèna et hél et charlie tur est gentil

charles 2006 2008 de hélie 2003

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- ren

[miharuki]

(I still haven't been able to find the account that contains all my Google Docs stories, pray for me please, in the meantime keep this idea in mind:P)

𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖓 𝕬𝖒𝖊𝖘

(x reader)

Provoking Finn would be so much fun!

Holding his arm against your chest while resting your head on his shoulder in front of the group (Dot banging his head because Finn got a girlfriend and he didn't).

Suddenly appearing behind him and wrapping your arms around his neck would be cool to see him blush at your action.

Or hugging him from behind while he's doing something, startling and shocking him with your cute pink cheeks.

Always calling him "dear," even though there's no relationship of that sort.

Kissing his cheek and affirming that he's adorable while he blushes and tries to question what you're doing.

Kissing his cheek every time he does something for you or helps you, as a thank-you gesture.

Using your lap to lay on while he tries not to look at you.

Kissing his face but avoiding his lips.

Teasing him and whispering embarrassing things in his ear.

Reaching the point where Finn can't take it anymore, he kisses you instead of you kissing him, and as he pulls away, he's all red and says that if you really love him, you should have said it earlier instead of teasing him.

And introducing yourself as Finn's girlfriend to your older brother Rayne, sealing your relationship with several kisses because this guy deserves it.

I love Finn ames, he deserves more love :)

[voltronisanobsession]

Hii, I hope you are having a good day or night! I've recently read your platonic yandere voltron things. And I was wondering if you would make some more headcanons? Or stories with platonic yandere? Here are some ideas you could write either a few headcanons or a story about, for if you have low inspiration. Kidnapped reader with platonic yandere voltron, maybe by an alien species who wanted to help the reader? How would the team react? What would they do? Or maybe the reader get really sick which isn't easily cured cue the panic from the team? Again, just so you know I really like your work! So keep up the good work, and thank you for making your works in the first place! Take good care of yourself, and stay hydrated!

Yandere Voltron’s Reaction to Reader being Taken

O M G DONT EVEN PLAY WITH ME RNNNN!!!! I absolutely LOVE yandere voltron like they’re so fun to write for🤞😜 I love the idea of the group just going crazy if reader were to escape UGHH

tysm pookie, take care of yourself too and ENJOY THIISSSS

OK YOU JUST SPURRED IDEAS INTO MY HEAD

I can already imagine the group going crazy when reader suddenly gets swept up right from their grasp out of nowhere by some random spaceship

I know you said some kind of an alien species taking reader but hear me out

It’s LOTOR AND HIS LITTLE GROUPIES OOOOO

It’s painfully obvious that you’re the real star in voltron seeing as how possessive and protective they are of you, hiding you away whenever danger is nearby

So it only makes sense to Lotor to just kidnap you as leverage for his plans

Little did he know that you would be THANKING him for taking you away from the group lmao😭

Imagine your tied up and homeboys getting ready to explain his super mastermind plan to you when all of a sudden you start rambling about how good it feels to be away from them

“Nothing personal, you were the only thing holding that sad excuse of a team together, so I needed you out of the picture for now.” Cue smirk

“UGH THANK GOD! I was literally starting to lose my mind in there, you have no IDEA how needy they all are.”

Now cue a dumbfounded Lotor

He was not expecting reader to be so relaxed considering how he just snatched you up out of nowhere

You’re just chilling while looking around his ship, maybe making conversation with his generals

You finally get a break from the constant attention and possessiveness, ANYTHING is better than being around the group

While you’re happily talking your voice away with Lotor a group, everyone in the castle is freaking the fuck out

It’s bad enough that they let you slip away from their grasp, it’s worse knowing it was Lotor who took you away💀

We all know how Lance feels about Lotor so I think he would have one of the more extreme reactions to you being taken away

Probably starts pointing fingers and starts blaming everyone for not being able to keep you safe

Lowkey begins targeting Keith because it’s somehow always his fault when something goes wrong💀💀

Lance might even starting crying and wailing out for you with Hunk when the situation finally hits him

Keith is also another one to have a more violent outburst during and after your disappearance

He’s someone I see with strong emotions that he doesn’t know how to handle yet so we already know how he might act

Agitated? Yes. Scared? For you, yeah. Furious? Oh honey absolutely.

Keith might have almost caught you too, but he didn’t. He’s so angry with everything and mostly himself that’s he’s pushing everyone else’s buttons, trying to convince the group that the only right choice is immediately going after you

He’s too anxious now that you’re not in his line of sight, making him kinda desperate to get you back again

Hear me out but I think the calmest ones would PROBABLY be Shiro and Pidge

Now I’m not saying that they’re CALM but they have the nerves mostly in tact

They’re already trying to locate where you are with the secret tracker that have on you so it doesn’t really benefit them to try and blame someone for what happened to you

Pidge’s hands shake while she’s working her whizz tho. She has to type, erase, and retype every now and then because of how nervous and anxious she is

She’s so used to having you around that now her brain can’t function properly without you

She doesn’t want to lose you like how she lost her brother and father so Pidge is trying her best to have a one track mind

Shiro on the other hand is more level headed

He really does try to calm the group down as best as he could but with Lance and Hunk crying, Keith yelling at them to get up and do something, Pidge taking a long time to track you down, and Allura and Coran seemingly in an entire different universe, he can’t help but feel the pressure of this disaster falling on his shoulders

This man is ready to just end Lotor when they find him like I’m not even joking

Everyone is getting on this man’s nerves and knowing that you’re trapped with Voltrons enemy doesn’t really make him feel any better

Hunk might even strike fear into Shiro while he’s babbling on about if you’re hurt or not, if they’re torturing you to get any information out of you etc

Poor Hunk is a flood gate at this point. One moment you’re right next to him and the next you’re not

He’s having a complete meltdown in a corner, maybe trying to comfort himself with a small picture of a selfie you both took together

This dude is already imagining all these terrible scenarios you could possibly be in which makes him feel even more terrible

Quite literally feels like he’s gonna throw up now when he begins thinking about how he’ll never see you again

Allura and Coran are surprising quite and calm during all this

They’d keep to themselves but know that they’re going through some extreme inner turmoil

It’s kind of like Allura disconnected herself from the world ever since you’ve been taken

Her skin itches to run out and grab a pod to find you herself but she knows it’s a brash idea

The only thing she does is mull over the idea of making Lotor regret messing with Voltron

BUT TO MAKE A LONG STORY SHORTT

They are willing to do anything to get you back, not caring for the description they’ll leave along the way

The longer your gone the less control and stability they’ll have as a group

Desperate and irrational are some words to describe them during your being away from them

They will stop at nothing to have you back with them, some more destructive and violent than others

No one holds back when getting you back from Lotor, leaving his ships wrecked and forcing him to put his plans on pause as he recovers

Who knows, maybe him and his group might’ve grown similar possessive feelings towards you as well with the time you spent with them? HMMMM

[elvestoneanzelote1]

A:n- this is from a book which I wrote.

Butterfly Magix yandere Mashle magic and muscles x fem reader

I hope you like it.

Y/n is inspired as Yosano Akiko from BSD in the book. And is apart of Alder house.

You can read it on wattpad or quotev too!

The place was quiet as you and Mash stood while the headmaster sat above the stairs.

You couldn't help but wonder how he often goes up there just to sit there.

Perhaps, to show superiority? Well, he doesn't seem like that...

To make people shiver in fear? Perhaps.

Mash share half of the cream puff with you which you refuse to eat... He seems to enjoy cream puff more.

Yet... he seems persistent.

"I don't... Really... like Vanilla... Cream puffs" you said as he flinched in shock as he retreated the half cream puff with a dull aura which... You eventually felt guilty.

"But... We can bake more chocolate cream puffs and Vanilla ones!" You reassure as his gaze meets yours again and nods happily.

The headmaster awkwardly coughs as he doesn't want to disturb both of your conversations.

It was adorable

"I assume... both of you know why you both were called"

"Finally getting expelled?" You asked as the principal coughed and explained what you both had done.

"I knew I should have done my way..." You mutter as Mash shook his head.

"It will be too easy..."

"Hmmm," you were more in thought as The headmaster laughed out while burning the paper script.

"What is even more unforgivable is a world where caring is at a Disadvantage"

You listen to him intently as you can see... He knows Mash can bring a change in the mindset of the society in one way... Perhaps... So...

"I sincerely... hope that someone like you both becomes a divine visionary"

"Lucky for you... I plan on that," said Mash as he side glanced at you as the Headmaster's eyes focused on you who smiled a bit and shook your head.

"I don't plan to be one... But... When Mash becomes a Dinvine Visionary I will be one of the people who believe he will bring change"

Mash's eyes widen a bit yet he firmly nods while the headmaster smiles at the scene.

"Well... for that to happen let me explain how you can become a Divine Visionary, Mash"

As Mash quickly nods to listen.

Your mind wanders back to the letter you sent to your grandparents... Perhaps this weekend you will visit them... And even buying a broom will Lemon join? You thought to yourself self-doubtful.

"Mash? Mash?"

As your attention snapped back to Mash who seemed to be so lost now you shook his shoulder.

"Mash?"

"H-huh?" He finally snapped out of his daze formed as the headmaster sighed in relief.

"As... I was saying... Earn high marks in your school activities and acquire as many coins as possible I will handle the vice principal and Bureau of Magic, Do you understand Mash? I'm counting on you"

"Kay"

"...also Y/n" called out the headmaster as you looked up confused.

"I have heard... about what and how from your grandparents"

You internally flinch as you nervously smile a bit.

"...o-oh..."

"Your magic as Healing has not been seen by any mage the Bureau of Magic would like to meet you tomorrow"

"...to-tomorrow? It is the weekend... I mean..." You paused yourself from arguing as the Headmaster brushed his beard for a moment in thought and nodded.

"I will discuss it and change the meeting"

"Thank you, sir,"

"Both of you can leave now"

You and Mash bowed a bit and took leave while you were signing in relief.

'There will be problems you will face... Mash... But I believe in you that you will be able to overcome it...' His hand took out the letter as he sighed.

'Someone must have told the Bureau of Magic about her healing abilities which we saw... But... How far can her healing go... And what is her limit...' Thought the headmaster smiling at the two new transfer students being unique and perhaps that's the reason why...

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"I did not understand how..." Said Mash as you sighed.

"You need to be top... Tier in studies"

"..."

"Practicals... Too"

"..."

"Or... maybe you can steal someone's Coins"

"Stealing... is bad y/n"

"... But seeing your condition it is the best option for you"

Mash frowns a bit yet you pat his shoulder.

"I was just kidding... I'm sure you will find a way to earn those coins"

"Will you help me to gain it?"

"Hmm, that depends" you replied as he frowned a bit.

About to take your leave Mash holds the hem of your cloak.

"Huh?"

"Will you stay... For a bit more?"

"Umm... Sure?" You replied as you swore you saw the flowery aura behind yet quickly dismissed it.

Mash doesn't speak much so you take it upon yourself to talk to him and ask a question which he replies most of.

He was enjoying talking to you... As he found out about your grandma's love for rabbits... And how you often have to carry one thing of those merchandise for her shake.

"What type of animal do you like?" Asked Mash as you thought for a moment.

"It doesn't matter much... But I will say... Cats"

"Cats?"

You nod as he thought for a moment.

"Don't... they scratch your hands?"

"Some do"

"..."

"...??"

Mash shook his head and then glanced at you.

"Y/n"

"yes?"

"If... you don't mind me asking but... Do you like butterflies?"

"Well, you could say... Is it because of the hairpin?" You asked as he shook his head.

"Then from where did you assume...?"

"I would say it... Resemble you"

"Me?"

"Butterflies cannot see their wings but in our eyes they are beautiful... Y/n, thank you for being here with me... Sorry for being a burden and even bringing you here in Academy because I lost my way" said Mash apologising with sincerity.

You shook your head and pat his head which made his eyes widen slightly and gazed up to yours.

"What's gone is gone... I would say I don't regret being here, Mash"

Mash awkwardly hugs you which alarmed you yet you awkwardly oat his back while hugging back.

Both of you were not used to hugging or hugging a friend but... For some reason, Mash felt that the warmness he felt when he hugged you was something he will treasure in his memory and he hopes he can hug you again... Soon in a way.

But little... do both of you realize in the hallways apart in the corner a certain tall man stare at the scene as his lips tremble while having a deep frown present on their lips.

Yet he sighed in... Regret that they could have approached you much earlier.

Well, you do realize who was stalking you today... It was the blue-haired guy which you could see.

'Is it me or does he seem mad about something' you thought to yourself as you both unhugged each other.

Mash talk about... The cream puffs and flavours he wants to add which you agree to help him to bake as you both left.

The blue-haired male came out of his hiding spot as he stared watching you and Mash leaving with a deep frown.

'...why does she hang out with him... For?'

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A:n- that's all! Good day/night to all take care!

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Ooooooo

I have come, with something!

So, imagine reader is a young adult instead of the teen. They already gone through the system, was never adopted, so they have a lot of resentment to parents and such. And they actually work in the school as an assistant teacher. The team thing happens and when reader realizes they were being used, they quit, and after, cut out anything showing they’re a mutant. Maybe filling the claws way down to look like normal nails, or if it’s like wolverine’s, they use a rock to break it.

How would everyone react to seeing reader after that, either fresh from their self mutilation, or some days after?

Thanks for reading my rant!

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Oooooo... Okay, okay, that's interesting! I still plan to have Reader as a teen in the main au, but Reader as a young adult? Not bad, if I say so. I'm going to count this as an au of the Smilodon AU, because I have an idea for how Reader finding all of this out goes, but... I really like this ask. So good job! Let's do it-

If the others, the X-Men and Brotherhood, saw Reader like that... I think they'd feel nauseous. Light-headed. Sick. Because their... whatever Reader is to them, is missing parts of their mutation, the parts that were part of them. Their claws... they're filed down, hardly there anymore.. Their fangs... not near as long or sharp as they used to be. And the small bits of fur or fluff that used to dot their arms and legs... they're gone, leaving the skin underneath. This isn't what they wanted. They wanted Reader as their, well... okay, they had used Reader. They didn't want to, in the end, and the teens wanted to stop it, but- They just couldn't. They tried. The adults... they feel remorse. A bit scared. Because now they know Reader can and will harm themself (and likely had before). When Xavier looks deeper into Reader's thoughts, he sees their inner-self, and it isn't a monster or a beast or an evil person... it's a scared, lonely, hurt child, who wants love, but has been denied it so long that they don't trust anyone. And after what all they've done... Reader doesn't even trust them anymore...

Xavier, Scott, and Jean would try to speak rationally with Reader (their version of rational). It goes out the window real quick when Reader's thoughts turn darker, sadder, spiraling. Scott wants to know why Reader did what they did, because he's sorry, and wants them to know they care. He wants them to see it their way. But he mostly wants to make things better between them. Jean wants to help Reader, and comfort them, but now there's a literal mental wall between them, full of bitterness. She wants to reach them,, to stop them from doing this to themself... Xavier wants to convince Reader they meant no harm, and to give them and the X-Men a proper chance to make it up to them. He knows that Reader will be hard to convince. But they have to hold out hope. If worse came to worse... they can try and move Reader in with them, albeit unwillingly. It might be the only way to keep an eye on them and their health...

Kurt, Kitty, Ororo, and Beast regret getting Reader's hopes up, only for the truth to come out about why they started trying to befriend them in the first place. Seeing Reader remove parts of their mutation, leaving them almost defenseless... Kurt feels scared. He has a visible mutation as well, and while he hid his with the holo watch, Reader didn't have something like that. And they got rid of parts of themself! It's... it's so hard to look at... Kitty wants to hug Reader, wants forgiveness. She's so sorry about what happened, she wants them to know that! But... why would Reader hurt themself? Are they hiding any other wounds? What If they hurt themself again?... Storm is doing her best to stay calm and motherly, which sadly doesn't get her very far. She knows they've hurt Reader, and it doesn't feel good, for Reader or for them. But they need to own up to it. The best they can do is apologize, and hope Reader forgives them, or at least doesn't hurt themself further. Perhaps getting Hank to talk with them would be better... Hank would try and help them, would try to talk with Reader. He wants to provide therapy, or at least get them to have a medical exam. He needs to know how bad they hurt themself. But they're not budging. He doesn't want Charles to force Reader. No. But if they want to help them, they need them under their care. And sadly, Reader does not want to be under their care or protection after everything...

Rogue, Evan, and Logan feel guilty. They know they didn't trust Reader at first. That they didn't want to give them the benefit of the doubt. But seeing how bad it's hurt them, that they'd rather hurt themself than them... It's a tough pill to swallow. Reader already had trust issues. They already didn't have a high opinion of themself. And they just made those a whole lot worse. Rogue is truly sorry, wanting to have Reader stay with them so they don't hurt themself or disappear. She's scared that if they look away from them, they'll be gone. That Reader will leave, or worse, be dead. Evan wants to apologize, but he also wants Reader to give them a second chance. Even his aunt is in on it, and maybe Reader would believe two of them over just one? He really wants them to not give up on them... Logan knows he hasn't handled knowing Reader very well. He knew about some of their past, and wrote them off as a bad influence. And they weren't. They're the cub of his "brother" (he doesn't know if that fuzzy maniac is his brother or not), but they've never even met the guy, let alone know who he was. It wasn't fair of him to get mad with them, to treat them as a potential threat. Seeing them harm themself though... It makes him realize that they had every chance to go after all of them, but instead they turned on themself. And for that... he realizes he shouldn't have been been hard. So cold.

The Brotherhood teens want to throw up. Their favorite assistant teacher, the one who tended to see the best in them, is missing parts of themself, or has cut them down. And it scares the cr*p out of them. This is their favorite teacher! Their go-to adult in school when things go wrong or people won't leave them alone! And they've. Hurt. Themself. They didn't want to use them! They swear! But... they're not sure this is an easy fix. This isn't as simple as saying sorry. This had consequences, and they've (mostly) learned that one has to own up to them, no matter what they be. Lance doesn't want to imagine Reader leaving them. They're the one adult he trusts. And now they're scared, or at least wary, of all of them. The X-Teens are in the same boat, so while he hates to say it, he might have to work with them to get Reader to stay, and hopefully heal and regrow their claws and fangs and fuzz. Todd feels sick. He didn't realize they could do that. They could actually remove parts of their mutation? Just like that? Thinking about it gives him shivers. Who would give their powers up? Who'd willingly hurt themself? He understands why they'd do it, he just wishes they hadn't. Fred wants to hug Reader and cry. His favorite adult (who's only a few years older than all of them) just hurt themself. And is upset with them. And is sad. He doesn't want them to be upset! Or hurt! He's trying to apologize, and is on the same boat as Lance to get the X-Teens help in apologizing, if it means Reader might forgive them. Pietro knows what they did. He knows it was wrong. Is he sorry?... Yes. But he still wants Reader with them. Seeing them they way they are... he still thinks they should be with them, even more now. They need help. His dad can get help, okay? H*ck, if they have to, they can pull Sabretooth in, okay?! He just... he doesn't want Reader to hurt themself even more. They're nice, and pay attention to him and his sister, good attention. How can they let them hurt? Wanda is asking Reader why they did it. She wants to know Reader's perspective on this, on why they did it, how they feel about them all. She doesn't want to hurt them, and she won't, but Reader needs help. She will not have her favorite adult die on her or hurt themself, so they'd better hurry up and go to her father or Xavier and get them involved, otherwise, they're going to have a problem. Mystique feels for Reader. Being distrusted by everyone. Having mutations that single them out. It hurts. It hurts her even more knowing she has hurt Reader with her actions. But this proves to her Reader needs a team. A group. She's grateful Reader hasn't taken their anger or hurt out on them, like their father might have. She knows they deserve it. But... she isn't sure if they should turn to... the X-Men... blegh... or to Magneto... who she's mad with... And unfortunately, those are her two options. The joys of being an adult, being responsible... Hopefully they can reach Reader before it could be too late...

[foxgloveprincess]

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Lance Tucker x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator]

Summary: After your night with Ransom, you’re moving on—really.  

Word Count: 2,818

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Warnings: UnBeta’d, Dark, Stalking, Fear/Paranoia, Unreliable Narrator, Yandere Vibes, BDSM (Dom/sub, Exhibitionism, Rope Bondage, Suspension, Aftercare), brief Smut (Vaginal Penetration, Unsatisfying), Pet Names (baby, pidge, etc). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Here’s some more Ransom, being patient as he can be. Let me know what you think!

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Breathe. In. Out. Your body relaxes into the cradle of ropes. You catch a glimpse of Chase, his smile shining for his audience. You keep your thoughts on him, too scared to let them drift. 

Though, another eye catches yours from the crowd. Your lips twitch and your teeth worry over them. Hunger, deep and dark, glinting. Pride radiating in waves. The eyes of a man who looks at you as though you’re a pristinely polished trophy. And you’re happy to be that for Lance Tucker. Just for him. God, what you’d let that man do to you. Never imagining the man who might do it better—never. 

You try to blink away thoughts of that rich asshole and let your eyes drift closed. A hand binding your wrists, around your throat. That smug smirk of his as he took you apart piece by piece. 

No. There’s no room for Ransom. He didn’t write you a check, but a week later you’d gotten a direct deposit—more than he’d promised. And you hadn’t heard from him since. Good riddance. 

You find Lance in the crowd again and let his proud smile satisfy you. You don’t need some pompous, entitled, egotistical brat hanging around being a creep. You’re glad Ransom got you out of his system. Really. You are. 

You breathe a moment, centering yourself back in the present. There’s no need to think about Ransom Drysdale. None at all. 

“Are you alright?” Chase asks in a quiet tone. His hand reaches out to steady you, grounding you to the conversation with him. 

“I’m fine,” you reply before assessing the state of your body. “But a little sore? Maybe? I think I might need to come down soonish.” 

“Alright,” Chase says. He turns back to the crowd announcing the end of his presentation, explaining the aftercare and begins to lower the rig. 

Your belly finds the mats, hands still wrapped behind your back. You turn your head and rest it on the cushion while you wait. Chase approaches and kneels by your waist. 

A laugh huffs from your chest when you look up at him. “I could have stayed up longer.” 

Chase quirks a brow. “I’m sure you could have. But I didn’t think you should.” 

You make an accepting sound in your throat and let him do his work. A minute passes before your limbs are all free. Chase wraps the rope from his palm to his elbow, winding it to put away. 

Slowly, you begin to move. First legs, stretching into the air and bending, then arms. When you finally push up from the mat, Chase stands ready to help guide you back to your room. 

“You did good today,” you remark as you both walk down the hallway. “They were eating up every word. Saw a bunch heading toward your photography table.” He smiles at you. “I think they really like the pose, too.” 

The door opens to your room and you find your futon. Chase hands you your snack and drink. 

“What do you think about going vertical next week?” he asks, brushing his fingers over your forehead while you lay comfortably on your bed. 

“As long as I’m not upside down,” you reply with closed eyes and a yawn. 

“I’ll let Lance know you’re ready for him.” Chase leaves you drifting off to sleep to get your boyfriend—the newest addition to your aftercare routine. 

The door opens and you feel the tender touch of Lance’s hand. He leans down to kiss your lips. 

“Hey, baby,” you murmur, half asleep. But when you turn over and open your eyes, no one’s there. You sit up and glance around. 

The door sits in its frame, shut and undisturbed, just like the rest of your room. Must have been your imagination, but you could’ve sworn…

The door opens and Lance struts in. You catch his eye and his smile beams. 

“God, you were fantastic!” he enthuses. Taking his hands from his track pants pockets, he cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours. They taste of cherry chapstick, how could you have forgotten that—the lips that kissed yours before him didn’t. 

“You waiting up for me?” 

You nod without a word, unsure as to what to say. Part of you wants to mention that moment before he came in. But why would he want to hear about your dream? Instead, you pull back your blanket, inviting him to warm you up. 

“As soon as we get back to your place, I’ll get your epsom salt bath going,” he starts, liking the sound of his own voice as much as you do. It grounds you, especially after a strange encounter with a figment of your imagination. “Gotta make sure you aren’t sore in the morning. Then we can get you in your…”

He keeps talking and it lulls you to sleep. Knowing that when you wake up, he’ll take you back to your place and sleep over. And everything will go like it always does. 

Which is why you’re unsurprised when Saturday morning dawns and Lance has slotted himself between your thighs. 

His hips curve into yours, his cock stretching you wide. Your fingers dig into his spine, clutching him close. Moans spill from your lips. His heavy breaths brush across your cheeks. Sweat beads on his brow as he readjusts you, stretching one of your legs closer to your chest while keeping the other wrapped around his hips. 

Your lips press together. It all feels good—always has. Even when you were finding your groove together, with his athleticism and your need for intimacy. 

He makes noises of pleasure. His hips accelerating in a signal of his imminent release. Your eyes close, focusing on your own. Lance’s hips stutter. He paints your insides with his cum and sighs. 

A sunny smile spreads his lips. How his hair remains coiffed after all the sweat and exertion, you don’t know, but it’s endearing. A quirk you quite adore. 

He flops to the side, running his hand along his abdomen, tickling the tattoo of the gold ribbon he has leading down his pelvis. Another uniquely Lance thing. So proud of his accomplishments, and you don’t blame him. He’s incredible. 

But your pulse thrums with the dissipating arousal of your unsatisfied lust. Your arms reach over your head, stretching sore muscles. Without meaning to, you let your mind wander. How Ransom made you sore in the best way. How he fit inside you. How he made you cum until you ached for nothing but pleasure. 

Your boyfriend’s hand reaches over, smoothing over your tummy and flicking at one of your nipples.

“Where’re you going?” he asks. 

You look over and smile. Eyes trace over his pouty lips and bright blue eyes. You tilt your head and brush your lips to his. 

“I’m right here,” you reply. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?” Harlan asks. He leans back in his chair and you lift your head from your research. 

“The toxicology of plant-based poisons,” you reply, immersed in your work. Though, you know it won’t satisfy your boss. 

He says nothing more for a moment. Letting you turn your full attention back to the research at hand. He probably didn’t need much help in the subject with how long he’s been writing murder mysteries. Still, he always likes to be accurate. As few creative liberties as possible—at least where it counts. 

“Alright,” he says with as little enthusiasm as he can bestow on such an acceptance. “You will tell me eventually, mind.” 

“Will I?” you mumble distractedly. 

“You’re not a very good liar.” 

You snort and turn the page, picking up a highlighter and sticky note to jot down a thought on a passage about cyanide. 

“It isn’t something Walt did, is it?” he prods, the weight of his observant gaze heavy on your shoulders. 

“No, Harlan,” you reply, recapping the pen in your hand. 

“What about Ransom? He gave you some trouble a little while ago.”

You swallow and push aside the embarrassment and panic that spikes through you, replying, “No, Harlan.” 

“Huh,” he says. 

“Shouldn’t you be working?” you ask with a huff of mild frustration. 

“I’m quite stuck on what should happen next,” he says with a flick to the corner of the page. 

“Right,” you drone with the skeptical quirk of your eyebrow sent in his direction. 

He smiles that enigmatic smile of his and reaches up a hand to cup his chin. “You know I’m just concerned.” 

With a sigh, you give up on your work. Your boss won’t let you focus on it anyway. Folding your arms over your chest, you lean back and contemplate how best to word your explanation. One tiny slip and the jig is up. How could you possibly tell him his grandson paid to fuck you better than anyone ever has?

“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you admit, pursing your lips around the word. “Don’t need to tell you all the gory details, though.”

“That’s the best part of a story,” he refutes with a twinkle in his eye. His full attention remains on you, waiting for the final crack before the flood. 

“Let’s just say,” you pause for the right wording. “My boyfriend is amazing, but doesn’t always…” You trail off with a hand gesture to imply the rest.

“You mean in the boudoir?” Harlan twines his fingers and tilts his head in interest. 

You snort and nod. “Yeah.” You lean back in your chair until your eyes meet the ceiling. “Got me thinking about the last prick. He was an asshole, but he...” You trail off, uncertain as to how you might finish the thought.

Harlan looks at you a long while. When your head turns to meet his gaze, he says, “May I offer advice in the form of an old adage?”

You sit upright and nod. “Lay it on me.” Complete with a grabbing motion of your hands. 

“Comparison is the thief of joy.” 

It sits in the air, letting you soak it in. Harlan returns to his manuscript in silence. Yet you’re stuck on the words. He’s right. Ransom is your past—a blip, if anything—and Lance is your future—a real, solid one at that.

You turn back to your research with determination. Refusing to let Ransom occupy a second more of your thoughts. You start back on your note about cyanide. 

“I know that’s not all, by the by,” your boss intones right as your pen meets paper. “But it’s enough for now.”

You swallow and glance over your shoulder to him. “Thanks.” 

Harlan nods with a hum and places his glasses on his nose. 

The sounds of the typewriter fill the empty space of the room and the two of you continue your work. You lose yourself to the facts and let the hours tick by. Thoughts wavering on your future. 

“Seriously, this tastes like shit.” 

You hear his voice before you see him. Your heart drops to your stomach. All you can think is ‘Oh, God, no.’ Your feet find the final step and you freeze. Unsure of the best course of action. 

You might be able to completely skirt by unnoticed through the front door. Or the back patio. As long as Ransom stays in the kitchen. 

It was coming back inside that posed the problem. Harlan sending you on an errand to the local public library to pick up a book he placed on hold. If Ransom were still here, how could you avoid him without knowing his position in the mansion? 

“It’s a good thing I didn’t make it for you, Hugh,” Fran replies. 

You blink out of your momentary panic. As if Ransom ever stayed so long with his grandfather. He’d be long gone by the time you got back. You scurry out the door, closing it with the softest click.

The breeze bites through the air. It stings your face with its crisp coolness. You wrap your scarf tighter around your neck and bundle your hands deeper into your sleeves. On the threshold of winter, you dread the thought of the first snow. 

You wait a moment for your car to warm before driving down the road to town. Thoughts mull in your mind, but music tunes them out. The radio already blasting holiday songs on repeat, prompting another train of thought to occupy you. Your first holiday not alone. Gifts for Lance. Holiday plans and the small, hopeful feeling warm in your chest.

You find a parking spot at the library and exit your car. The cold wind bustles you inside and you walk to the front counter. Used to your face, the librarians move quickly to check-out Harlan’s book to you. You smile and thank them, and then you’re on your way back, with little time to get your head on straight when thoughts of Ransom resurface. 

Parking the car, you linger a moment in the quickly dissipating heat. The car door slams behind you. A few quick strides take you back up the steps and into the house. You shiver as you undress your outerwear, hanging each piece up on your hook—coat, hat, scarf, mittens. 

You pause to listen. Straining to see if you can hear Ransom’s voice anywhere in the house. Knowing how much he likes to hear himself speak. Nothing. A sigh of relief blows past your lips. 

The stairs creak on your ascent. Marta greets you on her way down, a furrow between her brow. You almost ask her about it, but she slips away in a quick descent. 

You make it to the second landing and stop. He’s standing right there. Staring at a painting on the wall—one you’d admired before, reminiscent of Artemisia Gentileschi. One you pass multiple times a day on your way up to Harlan’s study. One of your favorite pieces in the house, really. 

Wishing to turn invisible just for a moment, you clutch the book close to your chest and close your eyes. With determination, you open them and march past Ransom, ignoring his presence. Yet, in your periphery, his head turns. 

“Oh,” he says—is there a tinge of affection in his tone? He cocks his head to the side and takes a long perusal of your body. His eyes narrow. “Where have you been?” Any question of tenderness vanishes with the question. Replaced by his usual derision.

You hold up the book in explanation. He squints at the cover and his lips part, but he doesn’t say anything. He seems to think better of a comment and looks back to the painting. 

“If you’ll excuse me then, Mr. Drysdale.” 

His jaw ticks in irritation. Eyes flashing toward you, he grits, “Call me Ransom, pidge.” 

You step sideways toward the stairs up to Harlan’s personal study. “Right,” you mutter under your breath. “I just thought—” You shake your head. A buzz in your pocket catches your attention. You pull the screen halfway out to check. The preview of a text from Lance shines up at you. Your lips twitch toward a smile as you tuck it away. “Nevermind.” You make it up two steps before you hear his voice again. 

“Is Lance treating you right?”

You might have thought the question just a figment of your imagination—prone as you are to those. But turning around, he watches you curiously. Your lips part, stunned.

“How did you know about him?” you ask with a glance over your shoulder to the upstairs door, drawn but not closed. Praying that Harlan won’t be privy to this unexpected conversation. 

“Friend of a friend,” Ransom replies with a shrug. But his eyes do not leave yours. It unsettles you, the steadiness of his focus. 

You swallow down your unease. “Why do you care?” you prod. Your face scrunches in an expression of dubiousness. 

Ransom blinks and looks away to the painting again. “I don’t.” The words rasp between his teeth.

“Right,” you mutter under your breath. “Well, Ransom.” Your fingers tap on the book cover. “I, uh, hope you have a nice rest of your day.” 

You retreat up the rest of the stairs and enter Harlan’s study. With a great huff of air releasing your nerves and pent-up frustration, you glance at your boss. A curious expression adorns his features. Your stomach flips, but you ignore it and hand over his book, ready to get back to work. You’re sure he’ll ask his questions later. 

As for you, you’ve got some answered. Like the fantasy of whether Ransom would really be such a horrible option. The answer is yes. No matter how well he fucked you or how he sent you reeling in your throes of passion, he is not the man for you. Of that, you’re now absolutely certain. 

[yandereaffections]

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Rival to my Love [Yandere! Rivals! Lance Mcclain & Keith Kogane]

Lance always saw Keith as a competition, so this is no different

Keith being Keith doesn't know it's a competition he just knows he likes you, though he doesn't realize he likes you. He just knows that you make this fuzzy feeling erupt in his chest when you're near

Lance realizes Keith likes you and really ups his game

Lance will steal your attention from Keith and that's when Keith starts realizing something is wrong

He tries confronting Lance, but Lance just plays him off

"What? I'm not stealing Y/n from you. Why would you think that? Do you like them or something? Are you jealous?"

Keith thinks about it before a second, before glaring at Lance, "Yeah, I do like Y/n"

Lance is taken aback. Keith isn't a love kind of guy, so if Keith was realizing this now-

"So, I guess you have competition"

"I don't like Y/n," Lance is quick to deflect and Keith smirks at him

"Well, that's good, so you won't mind if I spar with her?"

"Of course not..." Lance could feel his eye twitch, but he wasn't about to give in the Keith

"Great" Keith pushes past Lance to find you

Lance internally groaned, wanting to facepalm. Now he was going to have to win you over with Keith realizing he [Keith] liked you

You're in the middle of a battle zone and you don't even realize it

Lance got you hurt once and Keith was super pissed. They had been fighting all day and you had gotten in the middle of it. Lance cut your hand open and you all were stuck in a cave

They were definitely freaking out more than you. You were worried about all the blood and they were yelling and you finally broke

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" You quickly cover your mouth embarrassed as they both look up at you. "I don't know what's going on between you two, but leave me out of it"

"Nothing's going on between us," Lance claims, with Keith quickly nodding his head

"Well, you guys have been acting weird-"

"Weird? Us?" Lance laughs, punching Keith, "Get a load of this, Keith"

Keith frowns, before frowning at Lance, "Yeah, you've lost me." He looks towards your hand, "We need to get your hand checked out, so it doesn't get infected." He grabs your hand and wraps it up

When you guys get back, you avoid them

If you see them around a corner, you quickly turn away

Keith knocks on your door and you do the whole "Nobodies here..." but Keith comes in anyway

"Hey... I'm sorry about what happened," He rubs the back of his neck

"Well, I'd hope you wouldn't feel good about it" You roll your eyes, rewrapping your wound

"Y/n- I-" But Keith can't do it... He just can't say it. The words can't leave his mouth no matter how much he wants. He wants to tell you his feelings, but he can't... Why can't he tell you he loves you? He just sighs, "I'll go..."

"Probably for the best" You roll your eyes and shake your head in disappointment

They couldn't stand you being mad at them, they'd have to come up with a way to get you to forgive them and everything be okay again

[voltronisanobsession]

Platonic Yandere! Voltron x Reader

These are my first headcanons I’ve uploaded so they might be a little all over the place and unorganized💀💀 but anyways hope you guys enjoy?

I don’t know if having all of them obsessed with you is a good thing or a bad thing

On one side, they’d be willing to do anything in order to protect you

But on the other, there’s literally no way you’re ever getting away from them, not with the defenders of the universe being your personal guard dogs

You had to have been friends with at LEAST one of them before finding the blue lion and I’m feeling Pidge was the first one to have been the starting catalyst

So once you’ve met everyone else, something just clicked in their brains

Your whole being was just so comforting and familiar for them that they didn’t even realize their feelings towards you becoming twisted

You wouldn’t be able to go anywhere by yourself

Feel like eating something? Good thing Hunk’s tagging along, maybe he’ll make you a tasty meal

Need to train in the training deck? Well, Keith feels like his fighting skills are getting a little rusty

Want to look over the star chart? Luckily Coran and Pidge are right there to help you understand some of the patterns

Want to get some rest in your room? Allura’s already suggesting you guys should have a slumber party in her room!

You won’t get any time to yourself, not with one of them breathing down your neck

There will always be one of them right next to you wherever you are

Like they’re clinginess is unreal💀 some will make their clingy needs obvious (LANCE, Hunk, Coran) while the others will be a bit more discreet about it (Shiro, Keith, Pidge)

I feel like Allura would be in between

But despite this, none of them are willing to take the risk of you roaming around outside the castle

You could try and run from them, maybe the aliens on the planets they visit will want to keep you for themselves, or the galra might show up and start attacking!

Because of that lingering fear, missions are usually done with you back in the safety of the castle with Coran and Allura (if she hasn’t begun piloting the lion yet)

They’re usually left on babysitting duties with you which they don’t honestly mind…

All of them would be SUPER overprotective of you to the absolute MAX, telling you the castle was the only place that could keep you safe

If they aren’t around that is

Being around them in the castle begins to feel more an obligation, and you feel more like a prisoner

Which is why you prefer Shiro out of all of them because he’s the only one who gives you some amount of freedom

Shiro understands what it’s like to be kept as a prisoner and understands just how restricting your situation is

He definitely tries to work out some negotiation with you

To make up for the others obsessive need to constantly be around you, he forces them to chill out and just let you be

Kind of like a schedule of some sort

With Shiro’s light supervision, you can finally take a moment for yourself without having to worry about the lingering eyes you’ve felt since leaving earth

Just don’t take advantage of Shiro’s kindness because the little privacy he’s given you can easily be taken away and you’d be back at stage one with the group hogging for your attention

Because this group is diverse in personalities, it can be extremely draining having to deal with them all on a daily basis

Lance and Keith fight for your attention, Lance being more loud and open about it

It’s like a tug of war situation with them, constantly having them bicker over who gets to hangout with you and fighting for that right

“Hey y/n, I say we make a break for it. You, me, we’ll make a great pair just saving the universe!”

“You really think they want to spend time with you?? I think y/n was on their way to the training deck right?”

It’s exhausting to say the least

Having Pidge run on and on about programs she’s working on can be draining and you often find yourself dozing off until she wakes you up, forcing you to listen to her rants and programs she’s currently working on again

(Definitely has some sort of tracker on you, everybody knows about it except you)

I feel like Hunk wouldn’t be as bad as the others but he does force you to cook with him in the kitchen, constantly wanting your inputs and needing compliments, not allowing you to leave until you’ve taste tested all of his new dishes

Manipulates you into staying with him by saying no one appreciates his cooking💀 makes you feel bad so you reluctantly stay in your seat

Allura and Coran…

They have never felt such intense feelings for a person before, so it really throws them off once they’ve developed their twisted version of affection for you

Their planet was destroyed and now that they finally found a home in you, they’re both willing to do anything in order to keep you in the safety of their arms

“Y/n just the person I was looking for! I need your help in running some tests for me”

“Ah y/n there you are! I was starting to get worried when I didn’t find you with the others,,”

Shiro plans on keeping and protecting the innocence he saw in you when you guys first met

Definitely gives overprotective dad vibes

He’ll be forceful with you if you try and do anything dangerous, like trying to go out on missions or even trying to escape them

I don’t think escaping is even possible tbh, they all kinda desperate ngl💔

Overall, this group is dead set on keeping you with them

It doesn’t really matter what you want because you don’t really understand the true dangers the universe can throw at you

They just want to keep you safe and happy

As long as you follow along with their rules and requests, living in the castle with this group won’t be as terrible as compared to you constantly fighting against them

That won’t be well received by either of them, especially Allura and Shiro

[elvestoneanzelote1]

𝘈:𝘯- 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦... 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯! 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦.... 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵? 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰��𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.

𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯.

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥

*𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤... 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.

*𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*(𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴). 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺.... 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺.

*𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵.

*𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯.

*𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

*𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘰... 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.

*𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨.

*𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭... 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳... 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵... 𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵.

*𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵. 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

*𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

*𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸.

*𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

*"...𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘴.... 𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨?"

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𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘴.

*𝘈𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 (𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵)

*𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

*𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 .

*𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘋𝘰𝘵.

*𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥.

*𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧.

*𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥... 𝘉𝘶𝘵.. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘦𝘯.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘧... 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥... 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.

*𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*"𝘺/𝘯-𝘬𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴!"

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𝘋𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦

*𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.

*𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴!

*𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰.

* 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥.

*𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘺.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺?

*𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘪𝘵!

*"𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺/𝘯! 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺!"

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𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯.

*𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

*𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘦.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳.

*𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵.

*𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵.

*𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮! 𝘜𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺, "𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵?"

*𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.

*𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵.

*𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰?

*"𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱? 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥..."

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𝘓𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦.

*𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦!

*𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺!

*𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦!

*𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘴.

*𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘋𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

*𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

*...𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘦

*"𝘺/𝘯-𝘬𝘶𝘯. 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘪? 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳!"

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𝘙𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘴.

*𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴... 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴... 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘍𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩?

*𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.

*𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺... 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦... 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘵.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

*𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨...

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦... 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.

*𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘖𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴... 𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰... 𝘉𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦.

*𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.

*"𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺/𝘯".

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𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘥 (𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤)

*𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥.

*𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤.

*𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘰.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵.. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵... 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨.

*"𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

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𝘈:𝘯- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭! 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Yandere Brotherhood (X men Evolution) and preteen fem reader who has Prehensile Hair and can talk to animals and is being fostered by Mystic.

Oooo, yes, more Brotherhood! I can do that, but I keep the Reader gender-neutral, or as the Reader's gender (which means for each Reader, it is whatever they are). Cool mutation idea! Let's try this out:

Your new guardian was pretty weird.

Not just because she was a mutant and a principal (and maybe evil?).

She had other kids at the Brotherhood home, and so far-

There wasn't anyone your age.

Your powers were pretty cool, with prehensile hair, in the shape of tentacles, that curled and grew long, wriggling when you were uncomfortable or curious. Your other power was even cooler, being able to talk with animals, and have them understand you.

It meant you made a lot of friends amongst the natural world...

But it also meant you earned quite the interest from the older teens.

You're looking at a little frog, who's wandered close by after the rain, and are approached by Toad, or Todd, as you try to call him.

"Yo, little teen, what's up?" he asks, squatting next to you in the grass. His tongue flicks out for a second, snatching a mosquito.

"Nothing much. Ribbit-Croak-Plip-The-Third here says he's never seen an amphibian as big as you. Yeah, I know, little guy, he pretty cool. Did ya want to say hi?" You pick the frog up, gently holding it so it can look at Todd. "See? He's kinda like you!"

"It- he... can understand you? And you understand him?" Toad asks, scratching at his hair.

"Yep! And he says he would like to be your friend!"

"That's... That's pretty cool. You're cool, little frog man," he replies, and taps his knuckle against the frog.

"He said you're cool... Okay! Ribbit-Croak-Plip says you're cool, too, and that he knows where some good worms are. If you want, he can show you," you translate.

And that's how you helped Toad and your frog friend make a new friend.

Lance and Fred learn you can lift things with your hair- tentacles- hair-tacles, when you're trying to cook dinner one night.

Two thick strands hold up the mixing bowl as three thinner ones add in herbs, milk, and creamy chicken soup. A few longer pieces are setting up the pan with rice, while the rest dice up the chicken meat. It's busy, enough so that you don't notice them come in right away.

"And that's what Toad said he heard from- Woah! Your hair's moving!" Fred exclaims, and you turn to look at him, as well as Lance, who'd he been talking with. You wave at them, as well as one your hair-tacles.

Lance's face turns pale, then a little green. "I... um. I think I might need to sit down a minute," he mumbles, plopping down into a chair by the chipped table. Fred only comes closer, looking at them and the ingredients.

"Whatcha cooking?"

"Chicken and rice casserole."

"Does it taste good?"

"Mhm..."

"... May I touch one of your... thing-a-ma-jigs?"

"Sure," you say, turning back to the bowl, now being filled with the diced chicken, the now-free strands opening up the oven as you pour the mixture into the pan. You feel a light touch on one of the tentacles, gentle and shaking. With a quick curl, it bumps the hand. "Boom, hair bump," you chirp, adding in some rice and stirring it into the mix, and once it's settled in the pan, you pop it into the oven.

"So... it's not snakes?" Lance asks weakly.

"No... It's like a little octopus," Fred says in quiet awe, bopping another one with a finger, earning a small bop back.

"Oh... So... An Ursula version of Medusa?" Lance says, then looks at the nearest tentacle. It boops him on the nose, then ruffles his hair. "Hey, leave the hair alone!" That only gets a giggle out of you as you wait for the casserole to cook.

Pietro isn't much issue, and neither is Wanda, both accepting g it without much problem, especially once you gift them a kitten, one who happily purrs the moment you plop it into their hands.

"This is Potter, they love people, they're an orphan, and they saw you, Wanda, and wanted to know if she needed a mouse catcher and loyal guardian. They also saw Pietro and said he'd like to nap on him, that he vibrated and so he must purr so much and be happy," you babble, stroking its small head with slow ministrations.

"... I will guard them with my life," Wanda says firmly, petting the kitten as it only purrs louder.

"... And I guess we could use a mouser. But it's not sleeping with me!" Pietro mutters.

(The kitten ended up sleeping with him, and would do so every night after, never being kicked out no matter how much Pietro acted mad) (He wasn't, the kitten, Potter, said it was cooed over and cuddled and given so many kisses that they couldn't help but give the purring mutant and the powerful guardian all the kisses it could give)

Mystique didn't cause as much mischief when you were part of a mission, but that didn't stop her from setting you up in odd situations.

"Why do I have to pretend to be your child?" you asked, looking up at the currently-disguised mutant.

"Because, my dear, it is imperative we catch Xavier while his guard is down," she practically purrs, then pulls you into a hug. "Now, let's try to get closer; I think I see our opening."

The two of you walked around the park, enjoying the pond and nature around you, even getting ice cream together. It was the perfect act, enough to let you two spy on the X-Men's older leader/guardian (it wasn't an act for Mystique, she just wanted to spend time with you and show you off to Charles).

It was pretty nice, overall, being with the Brotherhood.

You just had to keep away from the X-Teens, or otherwise you ended up grounded.

[rhey-007]

I can't help falling in love with you

serial killer!Max Verstappen x reader || 18+ P2

Summary: Moving back to your childhood house was never in your plans, but after your parents' death you couldn't let go of it. After moving in and meeting your new neighbor everything seemed to fall apart, but you're too oblivious to notice the obvious.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, GORE (dismembering), mentions of smut, kidnapping, restraining, torture, violance, female reader, creepy/jealous/yandere Max, cheating

A/N: Max and Lando did so good today in Brazil, but I'm so proud of Nando jdkcjhddnhfjdh 💞 And the hug between him and Checo at the interview 😩 I melted... That's it. That's my A/N. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 3541

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Your love life was a misery again after Sergio. You were unable to find someone, while you craved for a normal, romantic relationship after the previous one.

Most of the time after work you’ve spent at Max’s, ocassionally going out to parties with your coworkers. You two layed on his couch, legs tangled together while you played video games, watched races or other things.

Sometimes Daniel joined you too, joking how close you two seemed to be, glued to each other most of the time. But you didn’t see it, you saw your actions just as friendly ones, as well as Max’s. You felt so comfortable aroud him you even told him what happend with you and your parents.  

“They were very abusive...” 

You blurted out one night, when you layed on top of his chest while you watched some netflix series. 

“Not in a physicall way but verbally and emotionally... They were always criticizing and degrading me... Sometimes even threatened me into doing something... I couldn’t have my own opinion, I always had to agree with them no matter what... I couldn’t stand it and run away at 18... It’s cruel but I kind of felt good when I found out they were gone... I know it’s sounds bad... I-I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have told you. Don’t know what came over me...” 

You rushed up but were stopped by Max’s hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you back down. 

“It’s okay, I understand. I’m sure you feel better now” 

The man hugged you tightly and planted a kiss on the top of your head. You felt so safe...  

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One day Bethany and Sam – your closest coworkers – took you out partying. You weren’t really keen on it as the only thing you wanted was to go back home and see Max, but eventually agreed when they said they wanted you to meet someone.

When you saw him, already sitting in your booth you stopped in your tracks and looked at your friends. There was nothing wrong with him, quite the contrary. The man was really handsome, had a beautiful smile and even more beautiful hazel eyes.

And that was the problem. You were a hundred percent sure a guy like him wouldn’t fall for you. And you were wrong. Lance, was his name, seemed to have a liking in you. His arm was wrapped around you a second after you greeted him.

The conversation wasn’t very good, but the man made up for it with his good humor and eventually you found a mutual topic. You brought him back home that night, his lips instantly landing on yours the moment he closed the door after himself.

Suddenly, a light turning on and a sharp cough made you pull away and look confused in the direction of the noise. Max sat on your armchair, arms crossed, leg placed on a leg, a deep frown on his face and cold take out on the table. His death stare pierced through Lance, making him tighten his grip on you waist.  

„Oh god Max... I-I'm so sorry I forgot „ 

You whined out, arms slumping down in defeat but you didn’t push Lance away.  

„It's okay. Enjoy your food” 

Max hissed, quickly and angrily getting up and leaving, bumping Lance's arm on his way. He was really mad that you stood him up just to go to some stupid party and bring some dick back home.

The last part angried him the most, as he thought he finally had a chance with you, ready to make a move that night. But of course you ruined everything.

Even though the man was furious at you, he still watched you. Watched how Lance pounded into you at an agonizing pace, how your lips moved moaning – he imagined how they sounded, how you could sound moaning his name. He observed you constantly changing positions, pleasing each other as best as you could.

Despite Max noticing Lance being by far the best in bed from all your lovers, he knew he could be even better.  

Next day you woke up alone in your bed. It saddened you a little as you hoped the man would stay until you wake up, but your face brightened up when you noticed breakfast and a little note on the dining table.  

„Thanks, It was amazing. Enjoy your food and call me!  xxx xxx xxx ❤” 

Immediately picking your phone up you texted the man. A few weeks after that night, you started dating. It might have been too early but you didn’t care.

In meanwhile you've also managed to make up with Max, but he still seemed stiff when Lance joined you. The Dutch warned you about him, saying that the Canadian was a ladies man, not able to stick to one woman for a long time. But you brushed it off, thinking you knew better.  

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Max saw Lance glued to other women multiple times while out in the town. He didn’t tell you cause you wouldn’t listen anyway, just get mad at him. He bought them various gifts, took them to fancy restaurants and events – all those things he did with you too. He thought that if his daddy had money, he could do everything.

One day Max couldn’t hold back anymore and beat Stroll up, landing him in the hospital. You were so furious at him, shouting your lungs out at him when you found out.

Little did you know your anger only deepened his admiration for you and turned him on. You were unable to stay mad at the dutch though, and eventually you were good again.

After some time you caught Lance cheating. Max was right... Again... You walked back from work, as Lance drove you there in the morning, eyes focused on your steps and pevement while music filled your ears.

You haven’t noticed them at first, walking by a bar with a huge front window they drank at, until you bumped into someone and got out of trance. Looking around you looked through the window and saw them, drinking, giggling and kissing like there's no tomorrow.

Feeling your heart break in your chest you quickly run away and dialed Max’s number to pick you up. The man was quick to answer and soon you were sitting in his car, sobbing quietly while his hand soothed your thigh.

Max wanted to say ‘I said so’ so badly, but he knew it would hurt you even more and he didn’t want that. That night you spent at his house, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, eating ice cream and watching TV while Max finished up some work beside, constantly playing with your hair to comfort you a little.

You woke up to hundread missed calls and texts from Lance but didn’t bother answering. Getting up you noticed Max wasn’t home. 

"He must have gone to work...” 

You thought stepping to the kitchen, delicious smell of scrambled eggs filling your nostrils. Your mouth started to water when you also started to smell coffee. The man knew how to please you. At least him...

You there, eating your breakfast, waiting for the host to come back home and thinking about him. It’s been 3 years since you know each other and the man already knew everything about you, yet you knew so little of him...

It was kinda of scary that he turned from just a neighbour to literally your best friend so quickly. But if you had to be honest you didn’t mind. You were greatful to have a friend like him. His call made you get out of your another hypnotic state.  

“Hey I’m sorry I left without a word. Didn’t want to wake you up... Listen... Unfortunately I’ll be gone for a few days - bussines. Can you please take care of my house? You can do everything you want there just... Don’t go down to the basement okay?” 

“What’s in there?” 

“Well uh... Don’t laugh okay?...” 

“I won’t” 

“Just... Just my man cave...” 

“Oooh... Okay Okay I won’t. I promise. Take care of yourself, see you soon!” 

With that you were left all alone in his mansion for a few days. Oh that was going to be fun... 

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Three days passed since Max left in bussines and you lived the time of your life in his house. Lance haven’t called nor texted you ever since, which you were really happy about thinking that he quessed what caused your behaviour and gave up.

 Max even transwered you some money for food, which you thought was too generous of him but didn’t really complain. You were sitting in the living room, making a model for work when you lost your scizzors.

You’ve looked for them everywhere, even under both couches and armchairs but it was nowhere to be found so you decided to take one from Max. But you couldn’t find any either, even in his home office.

Although... There was one more place you haven’t checked. Max forbid you going in there, and soon you understood why. You froze after what you saw. 

“Y/N! I’m back!” 

Max’s voice resonated through the house, a sound of closing front door sealed the noise. Then long silence, until rushing steps came from the staircase. You didn’t turn around, couldn’t care to turn around and look him in the eyes as tears filled yours. 

‘’You weren’t supposed to come here...” 

The man growled yanking your arm, making you turn around and shrink under his dangerous look. A quiet ‘why’ escaped your lips while tears started to fall down your cheeks like waterfalls and your hand motioned to the horror located in the basement.

Naked Lance sat unconscious on a wooden chair he was tied to – a trail of dried blood could be seen on his forehead and he was very clearly starved and dehydrated, the skin from your ex boyfriends’ faces graced the wall like trophies, a few other ones around them, a wooden, bloodstained desk underneeth with some files and various knives and last but not least an altar with your photo in the middle, your stuff and candles around, was placed near by.

 There was also a metal table, just in the middle of the room with chains that were used to keep the victim restrained, a trolley next to it with bloody tools and a huge fridge in the corner. The room looked like taken straight out of a horror movie, and you felt like Max’s next victim, just after Lance.

But he didn’t want to hurt you, he had no idea how to handle the situation yet but he was sure he wasn’t going to kill you. After all, he loved you and you should love him too. You were made for each other, you were made for him. 

“I did it all for you, don’t you understand?” 

His voice now soft and warm while his hand slipped down your arm to catch your hand, gripping it tightly. His other hand wiped away your tears then stroked your cheek with his thumb. As much as you wanted to push him away, to run as far away as you could, to get away from the man, you couldn’t. Something made you stay, not able to move. It was probably just shock... 

“’George, he... he never had time for you... Always comming back home all worn out and tired expecing all the chores to be done, house clean and food ready... Has he ever helped you?... That mexican? Oh god don’t even get me started... I know that he hurt you... I heard and saw him relieve his stress on you multiple times... Those weren’t cries of pleasure... And him? Really? You could do waaay better... He was cheating on you since you became a ‘couple’. Don’t believe me? I can show you, no problem” 

Max explained, he didn’t seem to be affected by the fact he has killed them, it wasn’t his first time. George always said there was something uncanny and scary about him. So did Sergio... And Lance...

But you haven’t listened, of course you haven’t. You were so blindfolded by this facade of a man you haven’t noticed his strange behaviour. And now you were where you were, standing in the psycho’s basement listening to him disclose his crimes.  

“That despot was the easiest... Both for you and me. I know you felt sooo relieved when he went missing. And I felt sooo satisfied hearing him shout and cry for help while I teared him appart... Those screams were like honey to my ears... Although he did struggle the most...  Geogre... Oh. My. God... The most boring guy I have ever met... Killing him wasn’t a pleasure at all, gotta admit. Although he was the only one that apologised, for not having time for you. That I appreciated. And Lance? Well... You can find out yourself” 

You listened to Max rumbling about his crimes, describing each with such a passion it terrified you more and more. Soon the man grabbed your arms and spoon you around to look at Stroll.

He walked up to him and woke the man up with a painful kick to the stomach. He grabbed his hair tightly and made him look at you, all terrified and trembling, huging yourself to try and calm yourself down.  

“What should we do with him honey?” 

Max’s eyes never left yours while his hand reached for a knife that soon slightly moved across Lance’s neck.  

"Maybe we’ll dismember him huh? First the dick he stuck in all those pussies... Then his hands that used to touch other women aside you... And then whatever you’d like... What do you say?” 

You instantly shook your head and tried to run away, but the bastard locked the door. You breathed heavily as you watched him slowly walk up to you and yank towards him and Stroll. He pushed an axe into your hands and positioned you next to Lance. 

“Y/N please...” 

The man managed to breath out, eyes filled with tears as he looked at you and you looked at his with just as much fear. 

“Come on sugar, start” 

You wanted to puke at all the nicknames Max gave you. You held the axe tightly and was just about to swing it around your shoulder, wanting to hit Max, but the dutch grabbed your hands and helped you chop off Lance’s member. A loud scream vibrated through the room while blood splattered onto your face.

You felt weak, almost falling to your knees when Max caught you and chuckled into your ear, before nibbling it softly. 

“Can’t stand little blood huh?” 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” 

Lance shouted out between cries. Tears started to fall down your cheeks, seeing him in such pain because of you.  

“Max please... L-Let us go...” 

You whispered into his chest, wetting his shirt with your salty tears but the man only laughed maniacally. 

“And where’s the fun in that? Come on we gotta finish this. I know you can do this doll. Think of all the times those filthy hands touched anyone other than you in a sexual way and the just... Chop them... It’s that easy” 

The man once again positioned you and awaited your move. His words actually made you think of all the times Lance could have cheated on you. It was terrifying to think about because, if believing Max, there might have been a lot of them.

Your blood boiled at the only thought of it but your hands were still shaking, not making a move but instead making Max impatient. A deep sighed escaped his lips before he helped you cut off Lance’s left hand. 

“Relieving isn’t it?” 

He grinned down at you as you listened to the canadian scream like a little girl, in agony once again. This time though, you didn’t feel so bad. He kind of... Deserved it...

Max noticed how your lips twitched, almost smiling. You were so easy to influence and manipulate... And he was going to use that as much as he could.  

"Now the other one” 

He instructed making you move around to Stroll’s other side. 

“I think you can do it yourself now, right?” 

The blonde asked stepping away to watch the horror. A creepy grin graced his face as he watched his girl finally cause pain to her ex by herself.  

“That’s my girl” 

He praised taking the axe from your still shaking hands and pressing you to his chest. He rubbed your back soflty, while you processed what just happened, trying to ignore the screams in the proces.

Did you really just cut off a guys hand? You could not believe it. You could not believe that you did it. That you did it by yourself. 

“Now let’s finish this off, shall we?” 

Max whispered, his lips gracing over yours before he put on that scary smile again. The axe was back in your hands as you stood in front of Lance. The blonde held your hips tightly so you wouldn’t run away and ordered you to chop off Strolls’ head. 

“There’s only head left. You can do this baby” 

Your heart beat like crazy as you took a good swing and observed the sharp tool get stuck in Lance’s head, killing him off. You didn’t really listen to the dutch and get rid of the head, instead opting to just ruin it. You felt dizzy almost immediately, falling to the ground and loosing conscious. 

After you woke up you found yourself laying in Max’s bedroom, the man sitting beside you stroking your head. 

“You did such a good job down there...” 

He complimented planting a kiss to your forehead. 

"Why...” 

You suddenly whispered after a short while of silence, your voice cracking softly. 

“Because I fucking love you... Don’t you understand?...” 

He hissed, gripping the back of your neck before he released it when you curled in the bed, those doe eyes looking up at him with hurt. 

“I love you Y/N L/N... The way I have never ever loved anyone else... All the things I’ve done for you were full of my love... Our dinners in the town? They were dates... The secret valentines? They were mine... All the presents, flowers, sweets, help... Have you really not noticed my signals?...” 

Max asekd with hurt in his voice, now you started to pity him. You were so oblivious you really thought all those things he had done in a friendly manner. But your blindness didn’t justify his actions.  

“Why haven’t you told me?...” 

“What would it give when you were already taken?...” 

He was right... It wouldn’t have changed anything. You looked at him, fear and hurt filled your eyes while you tried to even your breath. Even then, you looked so beautiful to him and he couldn’t wait to finally make you his. 

“I know... I know it’s shocking and I’m sorry... I really am, but you need to understand I did it for you. I did it for your well being... And I’m sure you feel relieved after killing Lance... I know... I know it’s an amazing feeling isn’t it?” 

Max smiled down at your. This time the expressions wasn’t sinister nor creepy, but rather cute making your heart melt.  

“What... What will you do with me now?” 

Asking quietly you earned a soft chuckle from the dutch. He got up and looked down at you, his demeanor changing from a soft and sweet one to a completely cold one. 

"Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you... My love for you is too big to make me hurt you, but... I can’t let you go after you saw everything... I’m sorry but I told you not to come down there. Now... There’s no going back” 

You crawled away from him in fear, then watched him close, lock and cover the windows, before he turned back to face you. 

“I’m not gonna keep you down there... It would be too cruel even for me” 

The man admitted taking afew steps towards the bed. 

“Don’t even try screaming. We wouldn't like those beautiful throat of your sto hurt, do we?... The walls and windows are soundproof, no one will hear you... I’ve got you some nice, new clothes already, they’re in the closet, so you don’t have to worry you’ll have nothing to wear. I’ll bring some of your old ones soon... Let me unpack and I’ll make you something to eat, then you can shower and go to sleep. Here’s the remote”  

Max said handing you the remore before leaving you alone and locking the door. 

“Max no!”  

You screamed, running after him and trying to stop him from locking the door but it was too late. You slumped down onto the ground, curled up sobbing quietly. Max heard you cry as he stood by the door. It hurt him, it really did, but he couldn’t let you go. Not now when he finally had you. That night you cried yourself to sleep, wondering if you will ever be able to live a normal life again... 

 

"Take my hand 

Take my whole life, too 

For I can't help falling in love with you"