#yandere mother

[itsabouttimex2]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do platonic yandere monkiefam and bull demonfam with a younger sibling/child that is blind but can sense vibrations, like toph from Atla

Monkiefam with a blind Y/N

Out of all three of them, MK struggles the most with your blindness. He means well, he really does! You didn’t grow up with the ability to sense vibrations and interpret them- you had to learn. And sometimes he thinks back to the days before you did, comforting you in his arms after a nasty spill brought on by a rearranged environment. He thinks back to getting into fistfights with bullies and pranksters, how he would see red each time someone would snatch things away from you or knock you over- and he remembers the feeling of teaching them to keep their hands off of you.

“I’m not trying to baby you,” MK loudly insists as you struggle in his grip. “But you need to take this with you if you’re going so far out!”

The two of you continue to struggle against one another as your older brother tries in vain to pin a tracking device to your backpack, notably holding back so he doesn’t hurt you. “C’mon, please?! Just let me put it on already!” MK lessens the force he’s exerting on you, deciding to try and barter instead. “You don’t even have to keep it on! Just for today, Y/N!”

Predictably, his attempts at diplomacy fail and you’re left to wrestle even more fervently in his grip, trying your absolute hardest to writhe free.

And then something slips under your shirt- a fluffy, prehensile tail that writhes against your ribs and leaves you in a giggling fit, MK free to stuff the tracker somewhere deep inside your bag. “Monkey King! Knock it off,” you wail out, fighting against his playful assault. “Stop!”

“Nope! Hate to be a joykill, bud- but I agree with MK. You’re taking the tracker if you wanna head out to that new cafe. Honestly, I don’t see why you wanna go at all when I could just whip something up with my-“

“I am not eating hair! Now get your tail off me!”

It’s incredibly frustrating, the way they treat you. It’s not quite to the point that you’d say they’re infantilizing you with their actions, but it can come very close.

MK’s babying is mostly tolerable, given that it comes from a lifetime of watching over you before you learned to sense vibrations and find your way around. He was there for you at your absolute lowest, and he’s not gonna forget all the people that messed with you because you looked like an easy target. Still, as you grow older his actions feel less ‘protective’ and more ‘stifling’.

Sun Wukong is far, far more irritating. You’re just too easy to scoop up! He can sneak up behind you on his cloud and sweep you into his arms and keep you there for hours on end as you struggle and kick, futilely trying to escape his furry grip. No vibrations can travel through the misty mounds of his nimbus mount, leaving you well and truly helpless in his arms.

The Great Sage’s intention isn’t to make you feel weak or vulnerable, but he certainly won’t raise a fuss as you squirm into his lap so you can at least feel the vibrations that race through his body with each breath he takes- it’s something, at least. Wukong twists around a little to accommodate your body, letting your head rest again this chest, listening to his thrumming heartbeat. The outline of his body flashes in your eyes, something to ground and settle you.

“Dad’s gotcha, bud/hun… I’ve gotcha…”

As for your other ‘dad’, Macaque mostly watches you from afar when you’re with Wukong and MK. He prefers to step in when he has the chance to have you all to himself, springing umbral portals underneath your feet, the shadowy pit dropping you from the ceiling and into his arms with a smug: “Hey kiddo-going somewhere?”

And before you can yell at him for springing this nonsense with you again, you pause, because… hey, why not use a chance when you’ve got it?

“Dad,” you start, forcing the awkward word off your tongue. Already, the sable simian perks up, his ego stroked at your acknowledgement of the role he wishes to take. “I’m heading to a café. You want me to bring you something back?”

Macaque traces a clawed finger across the bottom of your face, curving up in a semi-circle motion: cheek to chin to cheek. His way of telling you: ‘I’m smiling’. Softly, his palm comes to cup your cheek.

“I’ll take you there myself, kiddo.”

It’s not that he’s a better person than MK or Sun Wukong. In fact, he’s a lot worse. He was a vindictive, egotistical villain not too long ago. You think of the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, smashed to pieces, it’s residents displaced and it’s people injured. Men. Women. Children. Each of them, innocent. Mere collateral damage to the simian.

He’s displayed no remorse or regret for his actions. The only thing he’s felt shame for is his long-ago submissiveness to his sworn brothers.

He’s not a good person. Not in the slightest.

But he’ll try to be one. If only for your sake.

Bullfam with a blind Y/N

It’s easy to feel out of place here. Your parents and brother are demon warriors, powerful celestials, prideful members of their esteemed and feared clan. Your vibration technique is nothing short of impressive, if not outright groundbreaking, but it hardly holds to the level your kin can reach.

It doesn’t help that you are rarely given the opportunity to prove your worth, no matter how you strive and fight for those precious chances.

Instead, you’re often relegated to support and menial chores, your family finding worth in your services by putting you to task with (safe) time-consuming labor. And you… kind of enjoy it? Because instead of “Don’t touch the laundry machine, you don’t know what you’re doing”, it’s “Y/N, clear the table and bring us the grimoire we unearthed last month,” Princess Iron Fan says, brushing some hair behind your ears and clipping it into place.

You shouldn’t be so happy about such a mild thing, shouldn’t be happy to be commanded and directed. But it’s proof that they don’t see you as entirely helpless, and allow you to contribute in some way, even if it’s small.

There’s a degree of normalcy in it, something you crave. To be treated like a regular member of the family, responsibilities and all.

Unlike the Monkiefam, Y/N doesn’t have much freedom before they learn their vibration technique. The Bullfam keeps you on a much shorter leash, often locking you in your room during fights or training, refusing to let you potentially wander into harm’s way. MK would carry you across the street to keep you safe while still giving you a chance to explore the city with him, Red Son would lock you in your room and serve you exclusively blended meals to keep you from making a mess and spilling things on yourself.

Secretly, he misses making those drinks for you. It was a very strange and unwanted; if surprisingly heartfelt, way of caring for you.

After all, they got used to the ways they took care of you. Learning to utilize the vibration technique teaches you how to be independent, but also shakes up the dynamics you have with your family. No more being gently bundled around the fortress on the Demon Bull King’s hands, for example. He used to scoop you into his palms and let you sit there, safely nestled into plush purple fur. His steps grow more cautious now that you absolutely insist on walking on your own (and your father does want to make you happy, so he begrudgingly allows you to wander the walls alone) the taurine warlord doing his best to keep from crushing you underfoot.

Not that they’re suddenly going to stop being obsessed with your safety and welfare. You are still under strict orders and schedules, and they don’t go easy on you for breaking them.

And if you ever do step out of line?

Red Son has an incredibly devious method of punishment for you- snow boots.

Sounds like a joke, right? It sounds funny, almost. Your parents don’t seem to mind all too much, and Red certainly derives are least a little bit of amusement from the scenario.

It’s not funny to you, though.

The matter of getting punished for exerting basic control over your life aside- they’re taking away your crutch. Without a thought of how helpless and vulnerable you feel as result, how terrified you are to be plunged into darkness again, how bad it hurts to remember the days you spent crying as child, scared and alone when you got lost, no way to find the path home.

He’ll feel bad for doing this to you, eventually. He always does, no matter how many times he swears that this will be the time he’ll “Make you wear them for a full hour, and it will be raised to two if you complain, Y/N!”

You’re wrapped in a blanket and drinking tea with him by the time a half-hour has passed.

He loves you, after all. Even if he thinks of you as a blithering little idiot sometimes- you’re still his cherished little sibling.

[seraphimofyourspecialhell]

Yandere Family Headcanons

Yandere Family who is extremely rich

Yandere Family who homeschooled you all your life

Yandere Family who protects your innocence

Yandere Family who tells you pleasuring family is ok

Yandere Brother who is a successful singer, Yandere Sister who is a famous tutor, Yandere Father who is a successful CEO, Yandere Mother who is a successful super model and fashion designer and your just innocent ol' you who just sits at home with one family member when the rest are gone

Yandere Family who spoils the shit out of you

Yandere Family who makes sure you get a job at either your father's or mother's companies

Yandere Family who makes you only wear this:

And the dress is too small and thin so it brings out everything and its very thin so your nipples and your lace panties underneath the nightgown are visible so your family got a view of everything when you come down stairs for breakfast

Yandere Family let you wear whatever you want but mostly encourages you to wear extremely revealing stuff

[thetreefairy]

Yandere Midoriya!Family headcannons

I have been wanting to write a yandere midoriya!fam for quite awhile. warnings: manipulation, belittling, bullying, Reader is Izuku's quirkless twin and is studying as a support hero, since they are a prodigy in technology. they/them reader

Inko + izuku

Inko was rather glad that Reader didn't develop a quirk, just like their twin Izuku.

But she was rather proud of your knowledge in technology and support your hopes of becoming a support hero.

Izuku was glad as well, especially since he realized that you are too 'weak-hearted' for villain attacks.

Inko and Izuku have a little pact to hide his injuries from you as well as they can

And if you try to train physically outside of school, they will guilt your ass with excessive statements.

'What if you break bones, just like Izuku?'

'You don't have a quirk to help you when you get attacked'

'What if shigaraki realizes that you are my sibling and kidnaps you?'

'Do you want mom to worry so much?'

'Aish, I already have to worry so much about Izuku, not you too.'

'You aren't going to be a field hero because you are quirkless'

The two downplay their yandere tendencies when they are together since they don't want to make each other tendencies worse.

Both of them are rather aware that they aren't being healthy with their tendencies but truly they don't give a shit.

IZUKU

this asshole is using his connection to pro-heroes to make sure that your internships are 'safe' and 'uneventfulness'.

He also loves pointing out how he used to be quirkless so he can understand some of your struggles. And use his current misfortune against you.

'I know it's difficult to be teased all day, that's why I don't want you to become a public figure.'

'You can be a faceless role model for all the other quirkless kids, you need to be safe.'

'Shigaraki wants to kill me, what if he wants to play with me and kill you first?'

Normally he's kinda like a normal brother

But try dating, and he'll annoy the shit out of you.

I tried- I really did, but I think it needs some work. Taglist: @theninjabozo

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Are you still doing the yandere family series?

I am!

But I'm so happy that your interested

Since a new chapter is in the works

I'll give you a little snippet

🖤🖤🖤🖤

A Promise for the Future | Yandere Family

Victor wasn’t often left to wander in the Froth home. Usually Michael or Yulia would take the lead; taking him to play games or listen in on their plans. But they were called away leaving Victor to explore hislove's Michael’s room. 

He admits he was digging deeper than he meant to but he silently cheered as he found many things that helped him understand his love friend. Boxes filled with various baby trinkets, and letters probably meant to never be read. After taking a sneaky look behind him and at the door he began to read. 

“Dear Yulia, 

Your too young now to realize it but our mother is wretch. Today I witnessed the disrespect she showed your beautiful painting of our family. I can’t describe how much I’d love to strangle her but I won’t since you like her so much. 

Baby (Y/n) has been fussy lately. I think its cause their teething or maybe they just like attention. Unfortunately I don’t have time to tell since mother and Dad are pretty fixed on this Appleworth plan. If you ask one day I’ll tell you but for now just know that we need to be friends. At first I thought the purple haired kid named Victor was-”

His reading was cut off by the frustrated cooing two rooms over. He fought with himself. He really wanted to read what his Michael had to say about him but he desperately wanted to investigate. He put the letter back in its place, restoring the hiding space to the best of his abilities before scampering in the direction of sound. 

He knew it was the sound of the baby (Y/n). Even so his heart fluttered and heat tickled his cheek as he came closer to the nursery door. He had seen babies before but as an only child all he got was the limited view from a few parents in his mother’s circle. 

Finally turning the knob he let himself in. Filled with the soft smell that only babies seemed to have. Frustrated gurgles came from the wiggling baby in the cradle. Taking a nearby stool he carefully stood up before looking down at the little (s/c) baby looking up at him. 

“Hi there baby!”

Vincent thinks your the cutest. Its just as Michael rants about when he’s happy, a baby with bright (e/c) eyes and chubby cheeks. He resisted the urge to pinch them. Even as he made kissy and silly faces nothing seemed to distract you, as you continued to fuss. He didn’t know how to pick you up so he picked his brain for what he found comfortable. 

Finally remembering what he could he decided to climbed over the cradle railing. Watching his feet as he in next to you. He happily sniffed in your overwhelming baby-scent as he scooched closer. Breathing in deep he began to rub the baby’s belly. Frustrated to contented coos he happily watched as your eyelids began to droop. Watching you intently, he let his urge to kiss at your plush cheek take over continuing to rub at the baby’s belly. Soon he too began to slip away falling asleep alongside baby (Y/n) with full-intentions to help Michael. He planned to protect you if not for his own ambition than for Michael.

Yandere Family (original series) Masterlist

[yourmagnificentluck]

How would yan mom feel if reader wanted to spend all their time with her, even showers and sleep

She would be SO HAPPY to know you enjoy so much time with her to want to stay.

What if you truly grow so attacked to her.. that you want to spend literally days with her, non stop?.

❥ "You want to stay with me? Oh It's my utter pleasure doing things with you! I particularly enjoy your presence around me, but if you are saying that you actually want to stick with me.. I absolutely do not complain. We can bake, cook, shower, and go out doing cool things together! What a fun plan!"

❥ "You know how our mom is? She's obsessive herself.. but if you give her that much attention, she will get more sticky and clingy to you than ever before. If you disobey her she gets mad, and when she's mad, she's dangerous. If you keep sticking around her that much, she will get used. If she gets used, she will want you there to stick with her for eternity. Plus. Take this note; we also want your attention.. you are everything for us. Like she could go insane without your attention on her, the same is for us.. make a thought on this"

❥ "You told me you wanted to be stuck with me, darling.. now I got used to staying with you all day, all night, for any activity. You don't have to be scared of me.. but I am not enjoying your behaviour lately. I know you want to do things on your own, I fully understand that.. but you left me alone for one full hour. One full hour. Can you believe it? Hah! One hour.. I don't want that to happen again, sweetheart. I always have been attached to you.. in a, well, unhealthy way. But now.. now I don't even know how to define it. Just don't leave my side for that much time again, am I clear? The only exception is for school. I don't want to hear complaining"

She would never hurt you physically. She works on your sense of guilt, making you trip on that and maybe regretting.. you know, disobey her? Come on, who would want to disappoint someone who did everything for you? No one.

[dipolardruid]

For Agonia.

What if instead of the elderly couple, reader was instead found by ANOTHER dangerous mad scientist except this scientist treats reader way better

TW: Reader is seen as property

"You're awake...FINALLY! You're awake, ooohhh this is exciting!" You squint in an attempt to have your eyes adjust to the lighting.

"Take your time don't push yourself!" With a blink you finally are able to see again meeting face to face with a man with a wide smile "Incredible..." you flinch back as he goes to grab your head causing him to retract his arms "Perhaps I got too excited, I just couldn't help myself! How did they create you? I tried using DNA from those bullet wounds, skin cells and so on yet they all remain unidentified...even going as far as to disintegrate after not being attached to you for a extended amount of time..." He begins to mumble to himself.

As you try to sit up you grab his attention again "oh how rude of me my apologies, I got a little side tracked!" He quickly grabs something from the counter "Here drink this you'll feel as good as new!" Noticing your hesitance he takes a drink himself "Completely safe!" He says putting the cup infront of you.

"I must know who created you? Do you know how it was done? How long it took!? I just can't help myself you are an absolute masterpiece!" He laughs "I would've thought you were just a regular huamn being had I not noticed how your body was attempting to repair itself right infront of my very eyes, the bullets seem to have prevented it from doing its job or stopping it completely in some of them!"

He taps on his chin watching as you drink the beverage he offered watching as the colour returns to your face and not having you look as if you were an undead. He stops tapping his chin giving a small chuckle while giving you a huge grin.

"This is only the beginning my miracle of a masterpiece! Don't you worry as long as you cooperate with me I promise everything will go absolutely marvelous!"

It had been a month since he had found you, you won't deny that he confuses you more then not, he's the polar opposite of your mother, he's always so active, adventurous, he even treats you so much differently.

He encourages you to explore to test out new things and not sit and wait for him, he finds it annoying after a certain amount of time. It's because of this you often find yourself doing something dumb like the one time you ate half a bush of poison ivy knowing what the consequences of that are.

"I would've been severely disappointed if a simple plant is what took you out but it truly was something else watching as your body healed itself from the inside out, i'd even say it's a piece of art!" He said as he began walking around you in a circle "Now that I've had time to think on it...you could be my accomplishment!" He picks you up leading you towards his lab room.

"It took some heavy thinking but ultimately you've shown to listen very well along with your body being able to handle even the most deadliest of injuries, I simply have to make some adjustments on you to be able to get the maximum opacity possible from you."

He sees the look you give him causing him to make eye contact with you and smile "Ah don't worry it won't harm you while I won't lie and say it's painless it will be worth it in the end you have my promise...you will be my legacy.."

As time goes on he seems to have been in a terrible mood more as of late, He hasn't taken it out on you, you do realize however how he takes it all out on his experiments he deems as failures which he hasn't done before.

One thing you've also noticed is how he seems to also want to rush the process of enhancing your body more then it already has, while also teaching you different fighting styles from the most brutal to the most pacifist.

He wanted you to be something they've never seen before something that no matter how hard they try or beg they wouldn't be able to stop you. That is what he wants but that pest can't seem to accept the fact that you no longer belong to her....and that pisses him off more than anything.

He needs you to be ready so when you finally are not even she will be able to tame you, you will be proof of what everyone thought he could never achieve....oooh how he'll prove it to all of them.

Finally that day comes when you were finally ready he couldn't help himself but laugh at their reaction when they saw you. Looking at him as if he was crazy bringing just some person into a shady hideout. That changed the moment he asked you be rid of them how he loved hearing them screaming some even begging but he taught you better "Always finish what you've started."

What he really wanted more than anything was her reaction of you finally being revealed to the public. You had immediately topped the charts in the top 20 after the amount of casualties and buildings destroyed in simply 2 hours. There was one person who was less than happy at this new found enemy....Her.

She couldn't help but clench her jaw both hands in a fist to the point of bleeding her eyes wide and brows furrowed before giving a shaky laugh.

"Just you wait until I get my hands on you but first I need a way to deal with him."

He's ruined everything she tried to be nice from civil conversations to mock attacks but now this is something else, he's really done it now. She'll make sure to get you back and have him in such fear that he'd have no choice but to look over his shoulder, even if the chances of her failing are high it's a risk she's willing to take.

Request are open!

[dustylava]

When your parental yandere raises their hand, to pat you on the head, and you cover your head with your hands. Or you squeezed your eyes shut and turn your face away from them.

[gingersnap2010]

inuyasha x yandere mother demon

You were a demon who became said demon after losing her children, you sought to kidnap children and raise them as your own however despite being a good mother, humans just don’t live long. When a white-haired dog demon named Inuyasha who you could smell was rather young. Came to you asking where the recent children you ‘saved’ were where you had a curiosity that needed to be quenched.

“ where is your mother pup? Or your father? You are far too young to be wielding around a giant sword!” you spoke calmly

“ Long gone and dead and I’m not a pup! Now tell me where those kids are that you kidnapped!” Inuyasha growled

You frowned no parents……could he? Your eyes widen this must be a sign from the gods a chance to get back one of the children you lost! You're so happy, you picked him up. 

“ h-hey p-put m-e……down?……..” Inuyasha mumbled slowly getting dazed and confused was this lady…..holding him and singing a lullaby?

A young human girl screamed at him to wake up, you glanced at her can’t she see he is tired… she frowned and showed her away along with their friends. Inuyasha's eyes were glazed along with the others as a hazy feeling took over him….. 

  He passed out in your arms as you hummed a lullaby. He groaned when he woke up and found out his clothes were still there but a new necklace was around him. He gulped whoever had the power to undo that….well he wasn’t sticking to find out! He grabbed the kids and tried to exit your liar but got shocked. He tried tugging the collar off but he felt something sting him and his legs went limp.  You walked over to him and frowned, “ honey if you want to play, then play where mommy can watch you~” you cooed trying to soothe him

“ let me go you crazy bitch!” Inuyasha said no sooner had the word been uttered had he yelped as he was spanked as if he was 5!

“We don’t say that Inuyasha!” you said as you spanked him the necklace only making it hurt more. ( smack! Smack! smack!) after and hour of this banter he whimpered and mumbled through his sobs…..” s-sorry w-wont say it….stop…..” he whined you rubbed his back and sat him up

“I should hope so young man, now time for breakfast!” you said carrying him since it hurt to walk for him. Inuyasha whimpered he needed to get out as fast as possible he wasn’t your son, but he guessed your whole reason for being a demon was because you lost your kids….at least you weren’t harming them or him.  He just hoped kagome was okay.

[aspectabund007x]

Repugnant! Yandere Platonic Mother Rapunzel x daughter Reader

PROLOGUE

Summary: You are Rapunzel’s illegitimate daughter, and you were snatched away at birth and sent away by Dame Gothel. 

WARNING : This is an AU of the Grimms Brothers version, and the Grimms tales are quite dark and disturbing. So this AU will be too. If there are any questions about this AU, ask away! Not everything is cannon, obviously.

This includes body-shaming, gaslighting, insanity, gore, murder and child abuse.

(All images used do not belong to me but their rightful owner)

Locked all alone in curiosity, sorrow, and desire 

Up in a tower, so high. Nor did it have any doors or ladders

But only a small window…

There was no escape…

The Doe would often ponder: Did she have any other purpose than that long, golden, luscious hair on her head?

Often did Dame Gothel run those brittle, cold and boney fingers of her’s through those fine strands of hair. 

“Mother, I long to see the outside…please! I beg you!” she’d cry, in hopes that the selfish witch would succumb in Rapunzel’s despair.

“Rapunzel, aren’t I enough for you? Why go to the outside world when you have me? I accompany you, protect you from the harsh danger and this is how you repay me? You ungrateful skank!” 

A pang of guilt would tug into her heart, she loved her Mother. Who’d preserved her from brutal hands! And… this is what Rapunzel gave in return? 

Defeated, she accepted her Fate.

It wasn’t until a very special encounter…

That would change her life forever…

"O Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair!" 

Gothel would cry, but it was not her. No, the voice belonged to a young man…

In fear, she’d quickly unbinded  her hair and threw it down the window.

“Why have you come here, please don’t hurt me!” the girl cried. Astonished, the man defensively raised both arms, as if to symbolize he’d meant no harm.

“Do not fret! I could not help but be charmed by your singing! I had to see you!” he confessed.

Rapunzel had learned that he was no ordinary man, but the king’s son. Who just happened to be taking a stroll in the forest. The royal palace had been suffocating him, and he needed fresh air.

The two had since become inseparable, Rapunzel would gush about the outside world whilst the prince would promise to fulfill her wish. 

Friendship soon evolved to companionship.

Behind the witch’s back, the prince would climb onto the tower within the help of Rapunzel’s hair. 

The girl had read stories in books, about two beings falling in love… starting a family…

How she desired to experience Motherhood, she’d often wonder what it would be like, to have a part of her running around in nothing but pure joy.

She’d make sure of it.

“ Someday, Rapunzel… you will become my Queen.” He pondered for a moment. “And we shall have a little princess…” Rapunzel, in confusion, glanced towards the prince and gave him a questioning look. “And what shall happen if we conceive a prince, my dear?”

He heartedly laughed. 

“My beloved! My Father, right? He insists that daughters are inferior to sons.”

“Really now?”

“Oh yes, yes! He’d gush how joyful he is to have a prince, an heir to his throne!”

The prince chirped that any daughter of his would have the heart of a warrior. He’d believed that all their children would inherit their Mother’s beautiful and long hair.

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The witch held a lifeless man in one hand. He hung from it, pale as his once gleeful eyes were bloodshot and wide-open. 

Rapunzel could not utter a word, she could only hold her stomach where she bore another life.  She howled in despair, realizing that her curiosity, desire for the outside world had gotten her darling’s life robbed of him. 

“You are to not keep that bastard Rapunzel, you know none of what being a Mother is!”

She strolled to the pale girl with a knife, as the blood on it drooled down to her slender fingers. 

“No! Please, do not take my child away from me! Please Mother, I beg you!” Rapunzel grieved. The human being in her womb meant the world to her, both her and her beloved’s blood ran in their veins. Their love had made a human being altogether. 

Dame’s boney hand was shaking recklessly, with spider veins that looked to almost be ripping out of her dry skin. 

“A deal could do… right, my dear?” She snickered.

“ After all, it is how your foul parents gave me to you. Some Lettuce was what they desired more than their own child” she snarled. Rapunzel choked in broken sobs, she was not wrong at all. 

“You can bear the Bastard alright…” she proceeded, a tug of relief swarming the young to be Mother. “However, they shall not stay with you in the tower. I’ll leave it on some land of grass or whatsoever. I could care less.”

Rapunzel’s heart sank down her throat. No, she could not live without her baby! She screamed as Gothel dragged her down to the dungeon where she’d spend another gruesome nine months in…

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Eyes dry, red and blurry, Rapunzel suffered from a headache. Her child had been conceived a month earlier, during the cold and brittle winter. Giving birth was a tragic experience, she’d been tied down by her own hair in the freezing dungeon. Throat sore from screaming in agony, head pounding by the harsh yelling from Dame, body aching from the position she had been in, and the cold. 

The worst of all was when Dame Yanked out the baby after the last push, holding them carelessly by their ankle. 

Rapunzel screamed with her sore throat to let her child into her arms, heart clenching from seeing her baby in pain. She did not get to hold them, the moment was robbed from her. She did not know whether she had a son, or a daughter, like her beloved desired for one. 

She was once again upstairs, sitting on her chair as she stared at the wall. 

All numb…

In a sudden, rage consumed her. 

This was her child! A part of her! And that witch dare take that from her!?

She stood up on her feet, not minding the pounding headache she’d been enduring since the delivery. And furiously braided her hair very tightly, she made sure of it.

The witch had ridiculed her swollen stomach, whereas she embraced it, for it was a gift from her baby. 

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“Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair!”Dame cried.

In no time, Rapunzel’s long, golden braid was thrown down. 

She climbed up the braid and was met with a pale Girl in front of her.

 Disgusted, she scoffed.

“ That saggy belly of yours has really ruined your once beautiful, slender figure, Rapunzel” she sighed. “I almost regret not stabbing the bastard while it laid in your womb.” 

She strolled to the counter where she laid a casket full of potatoes. But before she could start laying any, a very tight and thick grip strangled her neck.

“I have to say Mother… I never thought that my beautiful, long hair could be used for pain…! Your pain!”

Rapunzel pondered, thinking about her child. How they’d been mercilessly taken away from her. How Dame treated them brutally. The more she thought about it, the more Gothel’s life started to fade away…

And in a matter of time, the witch was no more…

The corners of Rapunzel’s lips curved upwards, realizing she had killed her child’s abuser. 

She was going to find her baby and never let them go…

[triasticalwarlock]

Blood lust memes part.3

Blood lust is by Babygrillbree on ao3.

Stop looking at me like that, I'm just trying to make it through the big ass wait for the next chapter. I'm on my last fucking limb guys, I'm going to comit a hate crime if I do not see adamussy in the next update. You hear me? None of you are safe, I'm in front of you're doorstep right now. I know how to use a knife.

Off topic, but I imagine our full demon form is just a huge ass dragon bat. Kaiju ass.

[itsabouttimex2]

Fiery Reunion: Part Two

(Part One) (Part Two)

From the moment the Demon Bull King opened his eyes, he had assumed the worst. How could any father not? After five long centuries spent in stone slumber, he had awoken to nearly everything a conqueror could desire.

His prodigal son, grown and proud. His loyal wife, composed and ever-gorgeous. An army of reminiscent machines ready to obey his every whim, obedient and powerful.

All that a man could crave stood before him, with one singular exception. He had scanned the area subtly, eyes narrow and intense, searching for his youngest child, who was very conspicuously absent.

And when his search came up empty, he considered you dead.

It was not an easy fact to accept, but his children had not been born equal.

His son had come into this world with a dangerous abundance of power, so great that it had to be ripped out and split into pieces for his own safety. And although some inherent, internal flame still burned within his elder child, it did not hold to a torch to the strength of the Samadhi Fire.

You, though…

You could not have been born further from grace.

Sick from your very first breath, you were born into a body unfit for life. A deathly pallor clung to your skin from conception, proof abound of weakness and frailty.

And you had not made a sound.

Even when Princess Iron Fan held you away from her warm chest, or shook you, or; wearied from her post-partum state and frayed from desperation, struck you across the thighs- you had not cried. Nor would you scream. Not when you could only barely manage your own weak breathing.

It was only when your older brother Red Son; still just a child himself, clambered into your crib and held you that you made any noise at all.

He wasn’t supposed to be in there. He wasn’t supposed to even be in your room, let alone your crib… but curiosity had overtaken his obedience and led him right to you. With unsure hands, he had scooped you up and lifted you towards his face, inspecting his newborn sibling.

Nearly inaudibly, you had sounded a feeble giggle, pulling at his pince-nez glasses and reaching for his eye-catching crimson hair.

With wide eyes and careful arms, Red Son held you against his small chest, a long-lingering warmth left behind by the otherworldly fire keeping you cozy in his arms. Just a few reaches towards his face and scalp had worn your sickly body out, drifting off to sleep without any further sound.

In the morning, Princess Iron Fan and Demon Bull King had awoken to find you in your brother’s arm, alive and breathing, if barely.

And they hadn’t the heart to separate the two of you from one another.

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Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan alike knew that you would never become a great warrior. The notion was contradictory to the make of your flesh, foreign to the skin of an ill body.

It was impossible to train someone so young, to teach someone so physically impeded.

It had taken you six years to speak your first word, seven to take your first step.

Both of them had been for your prodigal elder brother.

And though your (severely delayed) milestones had managed to somewhat quell the long-standing fear that you’d forever be weak and helpless, you remained ill- thus, your family remained worried.

It had been hard for you. Perhaps it had been harder for your family, living in fear that by the next time they woke you’d be cold in your bed. It wasn’t a good way for any family to live.

Red Son had grown particularly protective of you in your youth, rarely letting you out of his arms or lap no matter how much you would protested. No amount of arguing, squirming, or struggling would free you. The most you could of was strike at him with your open palms, and even then, your uncoordinated hands bounced right off of his skin.

It was a convenient way to keep an eye on you, so your parents never intervened, setting what would become a long-lasting precedent: allowing Red Son to do as he pleased with you, because it was probably best for you anyways. He kept you out of trouble, and kept a close eye one you. There wasn’t anything wrong or harmful about it, after all.

Not back then, at least.

Red Son would only grow more protective as you aged, as it turned out. You went from being a helpless infant who genuinely had no way to escape his well-intentioned coddling to a child that was capable or arguing or hiding away from him. This shift had prompted him to grow more vigilant and insistent on your safety, even when it meant clumsily strapping you to his chest and bundling you around as you shrieked and bit him.

It was harmless. A little bit cute, even.

And then your father had been buried under a mountain, sealed by a staff that only one known living being could wield- who then disappeared from the world for centuries on end.

Red Son had changed in seconds. From a bright-eyed boy who was a little too eager to follow in his father’s wicked footsteps to an angry pyromaniac with a short fuse.

And his leash on you had only grown tighter. One family member that he had lost, and one that he could lose at a moment’s notice. An admittedly reasonable and well-intentioned protectiveness had quickly morphed into a much less tolerable possessiveness.

There’a a nasty dichotomy here for Red Son: his little sibling is weak and frail, and therefore needs his protecting, making them useless. But they’re also his little sibling, and therefore unimaginably valuable and precious, requiring him to protect them at all costs.

So he keeps you at an arm’s length while also keeping you under his thumb, attempting to satiate both aspects of his feelings, all while he strives tirelessly to free his father.

A strange distance grows between the two of you, Red Son both viciously protective and distantly standoffish.

For a time, you seek his affection and attention, vying for his warmth and praise. Even if it was annoyingly overbearing, your brother’s prior love was important to you. Try as hard as you might, Red Son’s response is always to order a Bull Clone to take you (gently) back to your room.

You’re still a bit too young to understand why, however, so you take his restriction of love much worse than he would expect- you shut yourself away in turn.

In time, you grow distant from your mother, as well. Iron Fan hadn’t pushed you away, per se… but her unwavering determination to free her husband left the two of you distant.

You had changed with them.

The effect of isolation has settled in deep, rooting through your mind, reflecting on your body- you look tired and sad, weary from the constant reminders of your result, guilty for not remembering your father.

“How can you dare to call them your family, if you contribute so little and remember even less,” a wicked voice within asks.

Do you deserve to call them your family?

“My Queen,” you say for the first time, and Princess Iron Fan raises an eyebrow and frowns. Her hand softly cups your cheek, dark eyes peering into your own. It’s impossible to miss the fatigue plaguing your face. Your mother wrongly assumes that it’s your own way of coping, that you’re trying to distance yourself from them, and therefore from your father. Given that it’s still respectful and proper, she’ll allow you to refer to her as such.

“My Prince,” you say for the first time, and your brother laughs, loud and harsh. Red Son thinks you speaking to him so formally is funny- for a while. He’ll allow a few uses of the phrase before he cuts you off and informs you very clearly that the ‘joke’ has turned stale, and you should really stop.

“It wasn’t all that funny to begin with,” he informs, sharply flicking your forehead. “And it’s certainly lost what little charm it had by now. Give it up, Y/N.”

And he’ll send to you your room to ‘lie down or whatever’, because he’s still desperately worried for your safety, deep inside. He just won’t admit it.

“My King,” you say for the first time, and Demon Bull King is left with few words, getting to see just how much you’ve grown without him, speaking clearly and standing steadily. How much has he missed? Have much have you grown without him?

But none of that really matters to you.

“Titles are more appropriate,” that little voice reminds you, keeping you insecure and humble. It keeps you from noticing how badly your family wants to be a whole unit again. It keeps you from seeing how much they love you.

And it will keep you blind, until everything builds to a single tipping point-

and you drown in obsession.

[ilovedonnabeneviento]

Heisenberg dgaf

[seraphimofyourspecialhell]

Your yandere family is definitely interesting. I was curious about whether the darling/reader is biologically related to them or not. If not would you be comfortable giving a backstory on how they found her, and became obsessed.

Ok anon

You were a baby when they killed your biological parents because your biological parent screwed them over and they were exploring the house to see if anyone else was there but the mother just so happened to find your room and she went towards your cradle and when she saw you she immediately knew you would be theirs so they adopted you and quickly became obsessed with your kind and innocent nature.

[reareaotaku]

Yandere! Daenerys Targaryen Headcanons

I've never watched Game of Thrones [GOT] so I'm sorry if this is OOC, but just know I tried my best. [I know a little bit about her from Tiktok Edits]

From the moment she saw you, she was enchanted and had to have you

She'll approach you bold and confident, hoping to catch not only your eye but maybe your hand as well

She doesn't care where you're from, even if you're a White Walker, she will take you and engrave you into the House of Targaryen

^ Her brother will see it as a betrayal, but she's quick to hush him up, saying he knows nothing of love

Loves when you call her Dany/Dannie, it makes her feel warm and special inside

Will braid your hair, telling you it's part of a tradition, whenever you win a tournament and battle, under the guise that it's easier for her to braid it

Would love if you braid her hair after winning a fight

It makes her feel closer to you and you're sharing a special moment

She hums to you while she braids it

Mostly lullabies

She turns you around when she's done braiding and looks at your face. She'll slowly caress your cheek, before putting some baby hairs behind your ear

^ She looks at you like you're the only person in the world

And to her, you are

Will take you riding on her dragons

At first you were scared, but she's quick to console you and tell you it'll be fine

God, she loves when you squeeze her tightly in fear of falling

Every rejection you send her way just makes her more determined

She's protective over you. If anyone dares threaten you, she will kill them. How dare they try and threaten the love of her life? They were asking for death

She would do anything for you, all you have to do is ask. You want a specific food? Well, she'll travel across the world to get it for you

Sometimes she doesn't think about her actions in full and can end up accidentally hurting you

In those moments, she becomes frustrated at herself for hurting you. She becomes angry and will profusely apologize

Speaking of anger, whenever she does become angry, especially when it's because she hurt you, someone always gets hurt. She has to hurt someone else to replace the feeling of guilt and shame from hurting you. She doesn't care who, just anyone besides you. Maybe even someone you dislike?

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

(Original Series) Light of the World & Yandere Family

Yandere World: Light In This World

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Revival Chapter 1

Yandere Family

Bios: Spencer, Remalda, Yulia, Michael, Victor, Jax

When you want something

When you cry

When You Give Kisses

A Promise For The Future

Chapter 1: New Arrival

Chapter 2: Baby At Home

Chapter 3: New Plan

Chapter 4.5: Infiltration

Chapter 5: Mission Start

[elusive---ivory]

Yandere!Husband x Mother!Reader

I figured since it is Mother's Day (where I am anyways). I would make another piece about your Yandere husband and your life with him <3. TW: afab, pregnancy mention, nsfw mentions, children, possessive behavior, manipulation.

From the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. You were everything he could think about. Your eyes, hair, and smile captivated him so much. He was practically dying to be in your arms.

There was one thing in his way, though. It was that you only saw him as a mere friend. Nothing more, nothing less. He had gone through the same experience time and time again. He determined to make you see that he was the one for you.

Whether it be tiny little white lies that shake your self-esteem so that you only come to him for guidance. Or he might sabotage your relationships with your friends to show you that he's the only one you can trust. He would go as far as to create doubt that your current partner could be cheating on you, so that you would dump that partner, just to favor him.

How he would stalk your social media page for hours, searching keywords to get the best photos of you. When you finally let your barriers down, you asked him on a date. At first, he didn't know how to react. He maintained a very cool and calculated persona but bursts into an excited squeal whenever he's around you. He's so grateful to be in your presence. He's like a lovesick puppy!

He would definitely show up with flowers every day because he absolutely adores you. He dresses to impress so you also wonder how many tuxes he owns because he wears so many. He enjoys it when he kisses you. he can't help but stare in your eyes, completely in love.

He had prepared to propose to you the moment he meet you. He wanted you to become his completely. He was patient and he was kind, but only for so long. When you took it upon yourself to ask for his hand in marriage, he was over the moon. He was finally going to get the happy ending he so desperately longed for. He had a ring your size and was already planning wedding preparations.

The day he got married to you would be the best moment of his life. He adores you in your wedding gown and tears up at the sight of you walking down the aisle. He's so happy to share this day with you. You're his only one.

When your children were born, your husband couldn't be more joyous. You had twins, which was double the diapers and tasks. But, he was more than happy to help out with them as toddlers or infants. He loves his children because they are a reflection of his endless love for you. Because you are apart of their creation, he can see your eyes in the twins.

He will die, kill, or even throw a bomb for his beautiful family, and he wouldn't have it any other way.