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a-small-safe-place · 4 months

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Platonic!Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham w/ Child!Reader

You knocked on the door of the large house Hannibal had picked out for him and Will to live in. It was out of the way from the town, so it was odd to receive a knock. Luckily, it was Will that answered rather than Hannibal. The other kids in town said the men who lived in this house liked to kidnap badly behaving girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel. But this man didn’t seem scary. He seemed nice as he scolded their dogs for running out of the house.

“Hello, mister, I’m selling chocolate-covered pretzel sticks for my school and wanted to see if you would like to buy one?” You asked, trying to sound confident but sounding shaky instead. He didn’t seem to mind; he seemed happy you were there. “I happen to love chocolate-covered pretzels, but my husband thinks they are too simple to be a good treat. Let’s see what flavors you have.” He begins looking through the flavors you brought when his husband, Hannibal, silently walks up behind the other man. “Who is this?” He asks Will.

“Oh, this is… uh…” You stop him and introduce yourself and again explain why you are there. “This is quite a ways away from the town; surely you did not walk all the way here.” Hannibal questions. “No, sir, I rode my bike. I knew there were a few houses out this way, and I was determined to visit.”

Your determination pleases Hannibal but slightly concerns him. You’re an innocent child. You can’t be out riding your bike on these secluded roads. Will quits digging in the pretzel box, “I have to go get dog food anyway; I could bring you back to town. We will take the whole box of your pretzels since you came all this way out here.” Hannibal seems mildly annoyed by this. You remember that Will said Hannibal thinks they are too simple. Will leaves you alone with Hannibal to grab some cash. “Would you like to step inside? You’ll get sick out there.” Hannibal asks. You gratefully step in. “Your home is pretty.” You observe, earning a soft approving smile from Hannibal.

“Thank you, not many people your age appreciate style. Though you don’t seem like many people your age.” After he finishes talking, you try to stay quiet, and finally, Will returns, giving you the money for your entire box of pretzels. “Now I’m heading into town; would you like a ride?” Will offers. “Yes, please.” You tell him.

The ride back is quiet until he begins to talk. “Most kids avoid our house for their fundraisers. Do you know why?” You glance nervously, “I think it’s just too far.” It’s an obvious lie. “You don’t have to worry about being polite. I know there’s probably a crazy rumor about Hannibal and me.” You stay silent, but the silence is too loud to handle, “All the kids think you and Dr. Lecter like to kidnap and girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel.”

“Well, maybe that’s why I needed all those sweet pretzels, so Dr. Lecter and I could finish building our cottage made of candy.” He seems a little sad at the revelation of this rumor. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said anything.” He smiles and says, “Don’t worry about it. You could make it up to me by telling me how this rumor got started.”

“One of the boys that graduated high school last year told his little brother that he broke into your home on a dare and found human meat in the freezer, but he couldn’t go to the police because he was trespassing and he was high.” You finish explaining. Will smiles a bit, but it has a nervous edge this time, “Do you think we eat bad girls and boys?” You think about it, “no, because you had a bunch of times where you could have killed and eaten me.”

“Are you a bad kid?” Will asks teasingly. “I don’t know. I get in trouble sometimes. My house is in town away, in a trailer park.” Will knew which trailer park. It was “the bad part of town” he knew because he saw the crime statistics for that area and the number of times the cops are called out there. He had seen them the few times he and Hannibal helped with the local law. Hannibal had gotten close with the town’s political figures, and Will had basically been made into an honorary detective with the law enforcement. This town was corrupt to its core, but it was away from the prying eyes of the FBI, and it’s the only place Hannibal and Will could agree on geographically. Will’s only stipulation was that there were good places to fish.

Eventually, you make it to the trailer. Will waits until you make it inside. He cannot help but think about Abigail. He could have had a potential family with Hannibal if things had gone correctly. He was happy with Hannibal and the dogs, but something about you made him want more.

Weeks pass, and he does not bring the topic up to Hannibal. Little did he know Hannibal had been keeping an extra close eye on you. He did it under the guise of getting more pretzels for Will and then special ordering one of the unique flavors that you did not have so he could come back around to "check on the order." Will finds this all out when you see him in the store and give him the order Hannibal had placed.

"That kid from the other day gave me the order you placed," Will says placing the box on the table. "I thought you hated junk food."

"I do; they were a surprise for you. You seem to have taken a liking to the child." Hannibal observes. "They're a good kid. They kind of remind me of Abigail." The room becomes silent for a second too long. Hannibal hates it when Will brings up Abigail. "You seem to like the kid too. You went out of your way to find them to order the pretzels when there were plenty of easier options to order from." Hannibal knows he has been caught.

"They're a well-behaved child, very polite. Like Abigail." Hannibal says somewhat pointedly. "Have you thought about us expanding our family? Not with another dog, but with a human?" Hannibal asks before Will has time to respond to the first statement.

"I hadn't, and then that kid came knocking at the door, and since then, it is all I can think about. But I don't want any kid. Our kid from the trailer park seems to be the best fit; it has to be them." Will explains, hoping that Hannibal will understand.

"Then so be it; they will be our child for us to protect," Hannibal says as if this is a normal conversation.

As the two men begin to work on a plan to add you to their family, their fatherly love for you grows more into fatherly obsession. You're their kid; no one gets to hurt you. Once you're safe and comfortable in their home, no one but them will get to be around you until they know you love them just as much. Hannibal wastes no time putting your room together with all of your favorite things. They were going to make your room the same way it is in the trailer until Hannibal saw the state of your room and became disgusted by the idea of that kind of room being in his expensive house.

Will tries to make a plan to make your transition to their house easier. He finds all kinds of games and activities you are sure to love, even the ones that Hannibal is convinced are bad for your growing brain.

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mondaymelon · 4 months

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₊⊹ 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 ❤︎ | yandere!xiao, childe, scaramouche x gn!reader

art by @/syaden8 on twt!!

⟢ cw: a failed escape attempt from them... yandere, dark themes, petnames, mutilation (xiao, scara), violence, drugging (scara) etc. please proceed with caution! thank you.

⟢ "your order's denial is causing me trial !"

"Ah."

XIAO's lips moved, and it was that single noise that escaped.

For your room lay barren, empty, cold, the harsh winter breeze drafting through the shattered window, the bars covering it having been forcibly bent aside. "It..." For a moment, his body swayed, his own legs unable to support his weight. Then, his balance stabilized, his once by a fraction wider eyes having narrowed. "It seems my songbird has escaped."

Unacceptable. The word repeated in his head, like a mantra, a prayer, resounding within his ears, despite the silence, despite the cold that bit at his skin as he trudged through the snow, his spear at his side. A tiny, devilish voice that tugged on his ears and whispered out tales of his sin.

"Found you."

"N-No- please-" His gaze sharpened in annoyance. Desperate, your voice hoarse and cracking by the syllable, hurling yourself forward one more step, just one more, your bloody, bare feet scraped and bruised. This wasn't right, how come you seemed so distressed?

No, you of course sounded better as his songbird, in a pristine little cage, singing for him, and only him, happy tunes of joy and pleasure.

"...And as a songbird can live with its wings clipped, surely you'll understand if I...?"

The shackles locked tight around your wrists, and your useless, wretched legs, bones shattered by a single blow.

It's an unfortunate predicament, but it's the only way. ❤︎

"Oh, so the chase is on?"

CHILDE shouldn't be laughing, but oh, he was.

It's a twisted sound, with the corners of his mouth distorted upwards in a haphazard smile, his eyes blown as a dark flush of red descended upon his cheeks. "So you've decided to play this little game of cat and mouse. Very well, if that's what you want, darling!"

You aren't making this difficult enough. His keen gaze spots all the traces you've left behind, broken branches, ruffled leaves, a torn piece of the clothing he had gifted you... it's all imbued with your essence, honey sweet on his lips.

Why would you even want to leave him?

It's that thought that makes him pause upon finding you, your trembling form sprawled across the bloodied snow as he stands over you, his own shadow casting you in darkness.

That's right, why would you? He's been nothing but loving. He's catered to your every need, has he not? He's bought this house for you, all the clothes you wear, the food you eat, the bed you sleep in... what right did you have to defy his affections, now that he had made them ever so clear?

If anything, it was insulting.

Oh, but did he truly feel insulted? After all, an offended person wouldn't have taken you like that, wouldn't have knocked you unconscious and wouldn't have carried the delicate you in his arms back to home.

Maybe a better description would be "longing." Longing for your praise, longing for your thanks, longing for the smiles you'd send his way... how come your eyes have faded, since then? It's strange, he's never seen you look so... determined before, not since today.

Ah, but what did it matter?

This puny escape attempt of yours... his tongue tasted bitter.

It wouldn't happen again. He'd make sure of it, so please, don't mind the chains, would you? ❤︎

"They... dare?"

SCARAMOUCHE's expression contorts to one of rage, his brows sharply angled downwards and his violet eyes wide, quivering.

Haha... what a fool he was. He should've been more attentive, how had he not noticed your strange movements? The way you gave him a forced smile everytime he returned home, the way you'd greet him at the door with the dinner you made, and he had finally thought you had accepted his confession all those weeks ago, he finally thought you had gotten used to and started liking your life here, finally thought-

And then he thought nothing at all as his body swayed and fell to the ground. The audacity, to go and dig through his things, to go, find, and use the very drug he had used to bring you home.

By the time he awoke, the house was but a cold expanse, barren of your warmth, and he clenched his fists so tightly, his nails kissed red crescents into his skin that weeped with every flex of his fingers.

"To pull such a parlor trick against me like this... ah, doll. Don't think you'll get away with this leniently."

When he found you, not "if", he'll make sure to reprimand you properly. If breaking your spirit wasn't enough, then he'd have to break your mind too. He's already decided that he'll reshape the pure thing with his own, dirtied hands, into something that will burn only for him.

Surely, a couple missing limbs, here and there, wouldn't obstruct that light, would it now? ❤︎

(a/n) as i said on my sideblog, something about writing for toxic mentally distressed emotionally broken and heavily reliant yandere characters who turn to violence to show their love is. just so. oddly... comforting?? was going to make this longer and then some shitty shit shit went down so. yay. tears.

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chococolte · 2 years

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☼ — giving them a collar

+ tugging on its leash

word count. 2.2k

characters included. zhongli, childe, al-haitham

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, religious + cult themes, sagau + cult au shit, g/n reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. not proofread we die like rex lapis

zhongli

The moment you hand the collar over, there's only a small pause of silence before Zhongli is already clicking it around his neck.

He doesn't give away his thought process, nor how flustered he is beyond the soft blush decorating his cheeks; but the truth is quite obvious once you know the signs. His small, quick breaths, his downward glance, the slight skip in his step— if Zhongli was in his draconic form, his tail would be wagging behind him. His millenniums of waiting were worth it just for this brief moment of paradise.

Internally, Zhongli's entire body is on fire. His heart feels like it's about to burst, threatening to jump right out of his chest and into your waiting hands. It is only with the self control he's attained as the previous Geo Archon that he manages to reel himself back in— before he further shames himself and caves, dropping to his knees and asking you to clarify; to do even more to him.

Owners give their precious pets collars, no? Which means you're laying claim on him. You're calling him your pet. You're calling him yours. You're saying you own him.

The mere thought makes Zhongli dizzy with bliss. To be yours, he thinks, is the greatest wish of them all. How many can say they have the honor, to have your eyes find them appealing in such a way? None other than him.

Zhongli thinks it's only right. None besides him have devoted half of their lifetimes to worshiping you. Only he has. It makes absolute sense for you to favor him above the rest, find him the best suited for you. The others can cry and beg for your undivided attention, but Zhongli is the only one who deserves it. None of them love you like he does. None of them worship you like he does, until their knees ache and hunger calls. Only he does.

He wears it even when unnecessary. Zhongli happily walks publicly wearing your gift, even when he rests. To take it off would be sacrilege. His god has given him a gift, who is he to refuse? It's with pride that he shows it off. When he particularly misses your presence, he plays with it, reminding himself that it's you who gave it to him.

You have given this to him. He must cherish it.

When you attach a leash, Zhongli feels like passing out. He gulps audibly, a visible warmth enveloping his cheeks. With you so near, he can smell you— to be so close to you leaves Zhongli wanting.

With one final 'click', he's connected to you by the leash in your hand. His pulse quickens underneath his skin, sending a shot of adrenaline though his system. His mind is full of possible scenarios, of the things you could do to him. Will you demand him to kneel before you? Will you call him pretty names, or call him your pet? Zhongli stares at the leash with a frenzied look in his eyes, his entire body shivering with barely restrained rapture.

Zhongli lets out a small involuntary groan when you suddenly tug, jerking him towards you. He bites his tongue as soon as the sound is made, commanding himself to silence. Your laughter engulfs him, and without your order, he falls to his knees, unable to bear standing any longer.

Even just this much leaves him weak, unable to stand. Only able to bow before you. Had it been anyone else, Zhongli would've dared to feel embarrassed, ashamed of himself for acting so unbecoming. But it was you. You were his God. The one he'd give everything up for. If you wish for him to unveil himself, to throw away his dignity and pride— then he would do so without question. Zhongli wouldn't hesitate.

When you pull the leash again, harder this time, Zhongli whines. He doesn't bite his tongue, or try to keep his composure together. He falls into you completely, hoping to drown.

childe

Childe is drooling the moment he realizes what you're asking.

He's imagined being your dog before. Your little pet, who loves you and only you. Your loyal hound, who listens to you so well, obeys your every command— but bites at everyone else's fingers, denying anyone who tries to get close. He's close enough, isn't he? Feral, but tame for you alone.

Childe would happily roll over for you, dirty himself in mud like a fool if it meant getting a smile, even if it was one of pity. Anything to keep your attention on him for a little longer.

He thought that, perhaps, he merely had to prove himself to you. If he did, then surely you would reward him; keep him by your side, even if it meant degrading him. As you hold the collar and motion for him to dip his head forward, he's sure he must've done something right.

Childe's red face is only accented by the red collar. He smiles like a fool, frenzy swirling in his eyes. He barely resists the urge to bury himself in your warmth, staying still like you’ve ordered.

He wears the collar like you've given him the gift of life. He happily shows it off to everyone else, bragging about how he's your favorite. No one else. You've laid such clear ownership on him; no one else can compare to him now. Not even that old man, try as he might.

Childe's always known he was your favorite. He had to be. Though you had that little stint with the Traveler for a while, you eventually came back around. He waited years after his fall to the abyss to feel you again, and so long to finally meet you. Even if you had times where others captured your attention, or moments where you were gone for longer than he'd like— long enough for him to start wondering if you'd left him, again— you still came back. And he'll always come back to you, whimpering like a wounded animal.

Even a single moment of not knowing that you are there to fall back upon is agony.

He grips the collar when anxious, or when he hasn't seen you in too long. He can almost reimagine the scene of you slowly snapping it around his neck, brushing against his hair. Though the sensation is purely in his mind, he still shivers every time he reminiscences.

Childe keeps it on regardless of the time and place. He sleeps with it despite how it digs into his skin. He bathes with it on. He walks into battles with it glistening on his neck without any shame. Only pride. It’s a gift from you, after all. People would kill to breathe near you— and he not only has done that, but you have touched him, and shown him your favor.

He brags to anyone who'll hear it. Even to those who don't want too. Childe grabs them aside and points animatedly to it with such vigor it's daunting. If they try to get a closer look, however, Childe immediately pushes them away. It's his gift. Not theirs. He won't allow anyone else to touch it.

They can look and mourn their chances of ever getting the same treatment— but they can't get their dirty hands near it. Otherwise, he'll tear their arms off. It's his. You gave it to him, not them. What would you think if he let someone else touch your gift?

Giving him a leash only exacerbates his ego. Childe is now firmly in the belief that you constantly want his presence. Otherwise, why would you have given him a leash? Don't you want to walk him around?

He'd follow you anywhere. Even if you were walking him straight to hell, he'd follow like the dog he is.

Tugging on it makes Childe whine like a puppy. He makes a weird, high-pitched sound that's both of pleasure and surprise. He smiles as if he's in heaven, high in Elysium; and with you, he is.

"You're not gonna just stop there, are you?" He looks up at you with dazed, half-lidded eyes. A dopey smile plays at his lips, red painting his cheeks. "Please… I've been good, haven't I?"

al-haitham

Al-Haitham stares at the collar with a pensive expression for longer than he should've.

It's not that he's questioning you, or that he dislikes the idea. It's quite the opposite. Al-Haitham's mind feels like it's bursting with thoughts of the two of you, burning his nerves and senses.

He feels guilty for thinking of you in such a way, but you must want him too, don't you? You're handing him a collar bedazzled with jewels, a latch for a leash attached. You want his mind to fester with ideas, of dirty imaginings— and who is he to deny you?

You must take his silence and contemplativeness as a sign of acceptance, as you motion for him to kneel. Al-Haitham does so without question, without even a conscious thought to aid his movements.

His heart beats against his ribcage furiously when your fingers brush against his neck. The cold leather of the collar licks at the warmth of his skin, and he suppresses a shiver. He can't lose any face— not in front of you.

Even if you already know all there is to know of him, he does not wish to embarrass himself further. You may know what dark, nasty things lie in his soul, but he does not know what you think of them.

Al-Haitham thanks you with a slight tremble to his voice. His eyebrows quiver as he struggles to keep the smile off. He doesn't want you to know how happy he is; how he wants to stare at your gift and note down all of its qualities, to the intricacies of the jewels embedded into the leather to the particular way they shine underneath the sun.

He tries not to let it get to his head. Al-Haitham notices that he's the only one with such a gift from you. The thought makes him dizzy— do you prefer him over the rest? Do you like him more than the others?

It only makes sense, he thinks. Why wouldn't you? The rest are undeserving of you, unworthy to bask in your presence. Al-Haitham does not dare to presume himself worthy of you as you sit above them all, but surely, he is better.

He only takes what you give him, like a good worshiper. He does not dare like the other trash to take more than you've deigned. He only does what you say, like a good acolyte— unlike some of the others who play around with your command, like your word is not sacred and holy. He only loves you, just as you want him too; just as you'd like all of your worshipers to be. Yet, so many hold others in their heart; surely, you noticed his superiorities, and chose him.

Al-Haitham, for the most part, keeps the collar on. He only takes it off when he goes to sleep. As soon as his mind is roused and awake, he's reaching for it again, clicking it around his neck in one swift motion.

He's protective of it, almost to a fault. He wears it in public with no shame, anytime anyone walks over to him, even if they only walked passed him, his first instinct is to grab it and make sure it stays there. It has valuable stones on its surface, which dazzle underneath the sun so beautifully— who wouldn't want to take it from him?

Other acolytes, though he hates calling them that, get the most of his derision. Any comment made on it is immediately met with a harsh response. Whether it be a compliment, or a simple glance at the rather obvious collar on his neck, Al-Haitham is snarling at them with disgust in his eyes.

When you call for him again, Al-Haitham listens immediately. His hands shake when he kneels in front of you, even more so when you ask him to lift his head.

Even after all this time, he still has trouble breathing in your presence. All he wants to do is bask in it; in your warmth, in your light, in your endless love. Yet, it feels as though someone is squeezing his windpipe whenever he's near you. Al-Haitham could only know that you're in the room next to his and still shake.

Seeing the leash by itself makes him want to whimper. He doesn't have it in himself to be ashamed, not when his mind is dazed and muddied by the thought of you tugging him around like he's some pet.

The sharp 'click' of the leash attaching to the collar does little to rouse Al-Haitham to the present. It only serves to further fog his thoughts.

When you tug, he can barely stop himself from whining. A loud whimper bursts from his throat when you do it again, and when you do it hard enough to drag him forward, he groans.

He looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a rare blush dancing on his cheeks.

"A-Ah, please... don't stop." His voice cracks with need. "Please."

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shallyouobeyme · 7 months

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Spider

Miles Morales, Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen + (mentioned) Platonic!Yandere!Miguel x child!reader (GN)

Summary: Deciding to cause some Mayhem, Hobie, Miles, Gwen and Pavitr go looking through Miguel's office in his absence, only that what they find there, isn't quite what any of them expected. Who'd have thought Miguel was the type to have a secret Apartment...only that that might not be the worst thing in there...

TW: Kidnapping, dark!content, yandere, threat of violence (not towards reader), MDNI, I do not condone this behaviour, this is just fiction

Day 2 of my Yandere Writetober

After Miles' official introduction into the Spidersociety, he’d loved spending his time there. Not only because he’d be able to hang out with Gwen, Hobie and Pavitr, but also because he felt like part of something bigger. He’d made up an after-school club to his parents and had somehow managed to keep the lie up to this day, which took a lot of studying and doing his best to actually attend class to make his parents trust him.

One afternoon the four spiders were hanging out when Hobie suggested doing something less boring, like breaking into Miguel’s office and checking out his hologram Programm. And while Miles and the others knew that there were some serious consequences if they’d get caught, the energy Hobie had was infectious and they soon found themselves sneaking through his door after making double-sure that Miguel and Jessica were on a mission.

The thrill of sneaking through his office, using his floating platform and the holographic floor to show each other nice or funny memories from their respective universes was just the thing four teenagers needed to have the time of their life’s.

About half an hour had passed and they were strewn around the room looking around. Hobie was probably dismembering and taking components from the different machinery, Gwen was trying to use the holographic floor to look at some classic concerts and Pavitr was playing around with the floating platform. Miles had taken to exploring the shelf’s in one of the corners of the room. Usually the room was so dark that you’d hardly be able to see them which is why

Miles had to use his phone's flashlight to see around. The shelves were filled with some gizmos and gadgets, some files strewn around, some boxes and blueprints. Nothing of particular interest to Miles, or at least nothing until his light hit a picture frame standing about where Miguel's eyes would be level with it.

Given that Miles was not quite as tall as Miguel, he had to rise to his tiptoes to even get an idea of what it depicted, he thought he recognized the image from the video Miguel had showed him when telling him about the dangers of ignoring canon events. It was a picture of his late daughter.

Miles had to swallow hard. He tended to forget what hardship Miguel went through because of how much of a douche he was to him. Something in Miles compelled him to take a closer look at the picture so he reached out to it and tried to take it, but instead of coming down from the shelf, he was only able to pull it slightly into his direction. Then there was a quiet but noticeable ‘click’ before the shelf with the picture on it opened a gap.

"Guys? Uhm, there’s something over here,” Miles called out to his friends who all ran over to him.

“What’s up?” Pavitr asked as he looked around, without seeing anything.

“Well, I think this shelf- let me just-“ he stuttered as he took a hold of the side of the shelf where the gap had opened and pulled.

“Whoa, a secret room? Cool,” Gwen mumbled in awe and slight confusion.

“I knew that bloke had somethin’ to hide, he ain’t right kosher, y’know,” Hobie shrugged and was the first to take off into the secret passage, the other three hot on his heels.

Miles wasn’t sure what he had expected to hide in the secret room, but he was sure it had been anything but what they found there.

Behind the shelf was what seemed to be a full apartment, with a nice open concept as Pavitr noted offhandedly, which in itself wasn’t so strange, after alle, maybe Miguel just liked his privacy.

Or at least that was what the four would have thought if it wasn’t for the plushies, toys, coloring books and other children’s stuff strewn throughout the different sections of the big room.

“Maybe Miggy over here is a bit more kinky then we gave ‘im credit for,” Hobie joked as he picked up a princess coloring book from the kitchen table and leafed through it.

“I don’t know, something about this seems weird, right guys?” Gwen looked around and received nods from Miles and Pavitr, “Maybe we should leave…”

Miles wanted to agree, wanted to get out of there and act like they’d never been there, but his stupid spider-senses had to start going off the charts right that second as he heard something from behind one of the three doors leading out of the room, the only door with more locks on it then on an average New Yorker apartment door.

“You guys feeling that?” Pavitr asked, confirming Miles’ fear that he wasn’t the only one whose senses were acting up.

Not bothering to answer, Hobie and Gwen were the first ones to go towards the door, quickly followed by the other two.

Hobie had already taken hold of the door on both sides ready to take it off its hinges when Gwen stopped him.

“If we break it, there’s no denying what we did anymore, maybe we should try this differently. These locks seemed to be electric, maybe we could overload them to reset them or something.”

Miles quickly realized that with ‘we’ Gwen meant him so he pushed himself to the front and got ready to electrify the locks.

A few seconds later there was a shrill beep and a click and with high anticipation, Miles took hold of the door handle and… It opened without problem.

With bated breath, he opened the door.

“Daddy?” a soft, quiet voice, doubtlessly that of a child, called out to them and all of them stood there like frozen as they stared towards the small kid sitting on a fuzzy blue rug surrounded by dolls and plushies. The child tilted their head, looking at them in confusion.

“Hi, are you friends with Daddy?” they asked, but none of them were in the mental state to answer them, all too shocked.

Suddenly a voice called out from speakers somewhere in the room.

“Y/N go into your room immediately please,” a voice - all of them recognized it as Lydia’s - said and after a slightly disappointed ‘okay Aunt Lyd’ from the child they left through a sliding door in the wall opposite of the four spiders which immediately closed (and probably locked) after them.

“Miguel has been informed of your intrusion, I’d advise you to take your leave immediately, and if you enjoy your heart beating I’d tell you not to mutter a word of this to anyone, now leave.”

With a heavy heart and many questions the four ran out of the secret apartment, making sure to close the shelf after them, before they disbanded and returned to their original universes. All of them couldn’t get the child out of their head, but especially Miles couldn’t help but feel he’d seen them before.

Only when he was lying in bed that evening mulling over the events of that day again did he remember.

Months ago his father had taken one of his files home with him, a missing persons report, a little child had disappeared right out of their childhood bedroom without any hint as to what or who had taken them.

In the upper corner of the report was a picture of a smiling toddler with an white area below where their name was…Y/N.

#Yandere #x reader #spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #miles morales #Hobie #Pavitr #pavitr x reader #Gwen Stacy #Gwen #yandere!miguel #miguel o’hara #platonic #platonic yandere #dark!miguel #dark content #tw: kidnapping #child!reader #gender neutral reader

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sparklingyandere · 5 months

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Cabin Anthology

Childe/GN! Reader

summary: a somewhat broken darling reflects on their captivity

word count: 2.5k

warnings: stockholm syndrome, violence, asphyxiation, childe is called ajax, manipulation, abuse, dissociation, codependence, anxiety and paranoia, neglect

Sometimes, Ajax went away for long periods of time.

He would leave the pantry barely stocked, forcing you to ration for yourself for archons-know how long, and he'd lock away all the matches and kindling so the cabin was always freezing.

In your first few weeks in your new home, he left only for hours or days at a time, returning with food or firewood, never warning you when he'd come back.

At first, you used that time to the fullest, scrambling through every inch of the little cabin he kept you in, searching for any secrets you could exploit.

You thought about escaping so often then, your every waking moment spent contemplating how you'd do it, convincing Ajax you could be left alone, and biding your time until the perfect opportunity.

Then, your opportunity came. Ajax, seemingly out of nowhere, gifted you a novel written in your home country, which he must have had imported just for you.

"Here, to keep you entertained while I'm gone," he said, the word ‘gone’ attracting your attention more than the gift itself, "I'm going on a… a trip. For a week." He was coy about this 'trip,' as if you were dumb. "Can I trust you here by yourself for that long, darling?" he asked, cupping your cheek tenderly, in stark contrast to his threatening words. His tone was playful, but you picked up on the ‘hidden’ warning. Regardless, you nodded your head eagerly, promising good behavior, ushering him out the door. A whole week! You could be halfway to Natlan by then.

The following attempt was such an explosive failure, you remember it like it was yesterday. Ajax unexpectedly came back from his trip several days early, swinging the wooden door wide open with a call of your name- only to see you knelt on the floor before him with a pin in hand- you had been caught red-handed picking the lock.

Time seemed to be still in that moment, you remember struggling to read Ajax's blank expression, his dead eyes seeming to look through you, not at you. Then, without warning, he grabbed you by the arm and flung you out the door into the Snezhnayan winter.

It was cold. You held your arms out to catch your fall and they were buried almost to the elbow in freezing snow. You turned back to look at Ajax, who was glaring at you from the doorframe.

"You want out there? Fine." He slammed the door shut and clicked the lock.

Shivering, you looked around and saw, for the first time, the outside of your cozy prison. It rested in a wide clearing surrounded by a dense pine forest that seemed to stretch forever. Over the trees, distantly, you saw mountains.

You tried to stand up on your wobbly, trembling knees, struggling to find balance in the thick snow. You quickly came to realize that you were severely underdressed for this cold, in only thin, loose fabric. No worries, you could still make this work. After all, you were outside, that was the hard part, really.

Luckily, you could see Ajax's trail of smushed snow and walk through his bootprints. Every barefooted step towards the treeline was pure torture, but hopefully you could follow the trail to wherever Ajax was coming from.

The frosty air seemed to seep quickly through your flesh and into your bones. You could barely feel your feet, extremities already becoming numb and legs getting stiff, but you forced yourself to keep going. You had to try.

You looked back towards the cabin; smoke was now pouring from the chimney. You thought about the warm fire Ajax must have lit, you longingly pictured the thick fur coat he had been wearing when he opened the door, and you felt…

Hopeless. You were never getting out of here.

You took a few more wobbly steps, so close to the treeline. Maybe I can use sticks to make a fire, you thought, the snow is thinner under the trees, surely it will be smooth sailing from there. You managed another step before your knees gave out and you felt the cold hug of the snow. Snowflakes melted instantly against your warmer skin, leaving you freezing and wet.

You close your eyes. At least you tried.

Some time (minutes, hours?) later, you felt your cold body being lifted from the snow and wrapped in something soft and warm. Instantly, you cuddled into it, coherent thoughts slowly returning to your mind. You're so relieved that you're alive, you forget where you are, you don't even bother to open your eyes and simply snuggle closer into the warmth.

You yelp in surprise when you're suddenly dropped onto the hard, dry floor.

Ajax kneels over you, his usually sharp features downturned with concern.

You stared at him blankly for a moment, your still-foggy brain swirling with conflicting emotions. You struggled over whether to be angry or thankful, but in the end, the only thing that mattered to you in that moment was that you were so cold, and Ajax was so warm.

You crawl forward into his arms, which wrap around you perfectly, like two thick, heavy blankets. He hugs you tightly, a warm hand gently combing through your hair. “‘m sorry,” you whimper, bluish lips barely able to form the words you want to say.

"What did we learn?" He asked gently, his voice was barely a whisper, but his hot breath against your neck felt like a kiss.

You didn't try to escape again after that.

Ajax's love was like quicksand. It sucked you in and suffocated you, much like the man himself. When he wasn't out for 'business' (he always tiptoed around the subject, like you didn't know who he was) he was attached to you at the hip.

Tonight was one such night. A blizzard raged outside, making it impossible to see out the frosty windows. The cabin was dark, and you sighed through chattering teeth, these stormy nights were among the creepiest, the gravity of your situation being significantly more difficult to ignore. Ajax had his arm slung over your shoulder, a thick quilt- sewn by his mother as a housewarming gift- settled around both your shoulders. You could barely make out the curves of his face in the dim lighting, but you didn't need to see him to feel his gaze.

He lifted a nimble hand to stroke your face. His calloused hand was cold too, freezing and rough, and you flinched away, shivering. Despite that, he smiled. "Is my bunny cold?" he teased.

"No," you whined, unconvincing, curling the blanket ever tighter around yourself as Ajax pulled away from you, taking his body heat with him. He strode over to the stone fireplace along the far wall of your small living den, and you watched him kneel before it, lamenting the Ajax-shaped emptiness in the seat next to you.

You intently watched Ajax strike a match, a small, orange light illuminating his face. The dark shadows contrasting the warm glow made his face look strangely creepy, but also accentuated his sharp, strangely handsome features. You couldn't help but smile weakly as he kindled the little match into a flame. Ajax always kept you warm, you couldn't survive a place like this without him. you wouldn't be in a place like this without him, part of you thinks, a small, quiet part that gets quieter every day. You smother the thought.

The fire steadily grew, warmer and brighter, and Ajax turned to you, smiling expectantly. You snapped out of your thoughts and sit up straight. "Thank you, Ajax," you mutter, obediently.

He opens a storage chest by the fireplace and pulls out a hardcover book and some pillows. "Won't you come sit with me?" he orders, and you crawl off the sofa, pulling the blanket alongside you, to sit on the wooden floor next to Ajax. The warm light of the fireplace allows you to see his book in more detail. Snezhnayan Fairy Tales, it looks old: faded, greyish-brown covers and a fancy title typed in an outdated font. It's edges were slightly frayed, worn down from being held by so many hands.

Ajax settles a pillow between his legs and invites you to lay in his lap. You do so, letting the heat from the fire combined with his warmth sink deeply into you, making you sleepy. Ajax cracks open his dusty book- literally, it makes a crack sound as it opens, possibly for the first time in years- flips the pages to a random story and starts reading to you in a gentle, coddling voice.

Naively, you think to yourself that this perfect evening could only be better with a warm cup of cocoa, as if this was normal, cute even, like you were lovers on a couples retreat. You don't have much time to ponder before Ajax's voice lulls you soundly to sleep.

Ajax was haunted by a hunger you could never sate; his dull, deep-blue eyes glazing over with a need you didn't understand. He would suddenly vanish, unannounced, in the middle of the day, often leaving you wondering how long you'd be forced to fend for yourself in your freezing hellscape.

Hours later, he'd stumble through the main door, cheerful like nothing had happened, the light having returned to his eyes, making him look almost sane. Usually, you were so happy he hadn't left you for dead, you could ignore the mysterious stains on his clothes- they were probably there before- and the faint, rusty odor he carried.

(If you dared ask where he went, he'd dance around the topic, merely chastising you for poking your nose where it ‘doesn't belong,’ changing the topic to something he deemed appropriate for you. The double life he had, for some reason, he was desperate to keep it secret from you, like he thought you couldn't handle it.)

You recall one dark day in particular, in which you had awoken from a peaceful slumber to a completely empty house…

Ajax rarely let you wake up alone, so you were instantly on edge. Tentatively, you explored each room, one by one, calling out Ajax's name. Each second you couldn't find him, your yelling became increasingly panicked, breathing becoming more and more erratic. So what if he isn't home, you tried to console yourself, to no avail, he leaves all the time… except, since the incident, he never left without saying goodbye.

Where had he gone? What if he was finally bored of you- you had been settling a bit too much into routine lately- and he abandoned you here to freeze to death?

You paced back and forth through the house for what felt like hours, mind racing with worst-case scenarios. In truth, you had no idea what time it was, but when the faint glow through the windows transitioned from yellow to orange to silver, you officially feared the worst.

Unable to control your anxiety, you sank to your knees and let out a desperate scream. It was over, Ajax was gone and you'd either freeze or starve-

The door creaked open, Ajax's concerned, but chipper voice echoing in your ears, “Bunny? You okay? I heard-”

You jerk your head up, teary eyes making contact with Ajax's beautiful face as he finally walks in, and you start sobbing with relief. You leap to your feet and throw yourself onto him. Seeing your sorry state, Ajax chuckles and wraps his arms around you, “Aww, I missed you too, cutie” He teases, and even through your hysterics, you find the energy to be angry.

“You left! How could you laugh at me-?” You hiccup through your sobs, only tickling Ajax more. You beat your fists against his chest angrily, to no effect. “I was so…” you trail off with a sniffle.

Ajax manages to quiet his blatant snickering long enough to cajole you, taking your swinging fists in his hands to still them. “It's okay, Bunny, I'm here now… I would never leave you, silly.” His condescending tone is not lost on you, but you are too exhausted from bawling to care, finally giving into him. Just as you always do. One of his hands presses against the back of your head, holding you against his chest and gently stroking your scalp. The soothing gesture makes you just sleepy enough that when he scoops his free arm under your knees, you don't resist.

You and Ajax both worked quite hard to maintain the flimsy illusion that this relationship was any kind of happy, any semblance of normal. Your sanity depended on it, but even so, the facade sometimes slipped.

The murky, cold dishwater swallows your hands up to your wrists. You mindlessly scrub porcelain, staring at the reflective metal basin. Your reflection is warped by the water, you barely recognize yourself. Not that you could anyways.

You look back at your failed attempts to resist or reason with him and cringe. Each night spent locked in the cellar, until your fists ached from banging the door and your voice was raw from crying out to him, still haunted you.

That cellar- he must have had it built just to torture you- it had never been used for anything else. It was a wide, empty room with four concrete walls and a filthy dirt floor. Once, you stupidly tried to exploit your cellar time by digging a hole in the corner, trying to burrow out like some…

Like some kind of bunny.

Of course, you got caught, when Ajax came down the creaky steps to fetch you (maybe he found your lack of wailing suspicious) with a storm lantern in hand. By the light of the lantern, your little crater, only a few inches deep, was all-too visible. He was so angry, he…

…You put your hands over his, not prying them away, just holding tightly onto him. Though you are pleading with your eyes for him to let you go, secretly, deep down, you hope that he won't, because the warmth of his hands and the burning in your lungs makes you feel alive. It makes adrenaline course through your nerves in a terrible, exciting way that you learned to love, because if you didn't, you wouldn't survive…

You shudder at the memory. Best not to think about it.

A warm hand resting itself on your shoulder pulls you out of your thoughts. You jump away from the touch, skittish, and Ajax laughs. Over the years, you had come to hate that melodic sound, as it always seemed to be at your expense.

You pull your hands from the water to see that they were pruned and wrinkly. How long have you been standing here?

“S-sorry, Ajax, I don't know what's gotten into me…” you mutter, still coming to terms with the reality you were in.

His hand on your shoulder trailed down your arm, eventually clasping your still-wet hand. “That's okay, Bunny, you'll make it up to me,” he remarks playfully. Before you can ask how, he starts pulling you with him down the hall.

In the end, though, you know it doesn't matter. You'd do anything to keep him happy, and not just because your life might depend on it. You were hesitant to admit it to yourself, and certainly never to him, but you knew why.

Sometimes, you think he knew it, too.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x reader #yandere genshin #yandere #yandere childe #yandere tartaglia #yandere childe x reader #gender neutral reader #my first time writing for childe! yay!#tag readers and childe fans: do you prefer to see him called childe #or ajax or something else #and on that note what name do you prefer for the reader?#i usually prefer to just avoid calling them anything but a nickname felt right here #thank you for reading <3

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dearest-painter · 11 months

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My beautiful child! PT.1

Summary: Mile’s has a younger sibling who isn’t…human to say. Their a demon who cannot go into the sunlight,his parents knows and make them do online school. When he an his siblings go to a place where all the spider people are at…they decided they want a new child and Y/N is perfect material for them!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is Nezuko,Reader is Miles’s younger sibling,Reader can talk they just make Miles say stuff or make him translate their muffled words,very out of character characters,this is a series,Reader wears the same muzzle as Nezuko,Reader is not a spider-person,Reader wears skirts and oversized hoodies with leggings because they can get hurt by the sun touching their skin but they still have no gender,The whole family knows about Reader being a demon and having to wear clothes to not allow the sun to touch them,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

PT.2

Currently your sitting with your brother patting his head with your hand covered by your sleeve. He just chuckled even if he was tired you always made him happy. Just not to long ago you and your brother was cashed down by so many people and now here you to are hiding from them all until you two find a way back home. Miles held you close to his chest sorta scared and trying to protect you from everyone as your his little sibling, he’s got to protect you!

You just smiled or the best you could with your muzzle on as it stops you from biting people. You knew your brother was Spider-Man as you watched him get bit as you go everywhere with him or almost everywhere. Miles sighed a bit sad as he looked down at you, you were oblivious to much things but this place isn’t where neither of you need to be. “I promise Y/N, I’ll get us home, you can trust me with that. We’ll see mom and dad again, we’ll even visit uncle Aaron’s grave again when we get back home.” “Mmmmmhm!” “Yes yes I’ll get you your favorite dessert as well!” “Mmmhmmm!” Miles chuckled at your muffled happiness, he learnt how to understand you.

Soon Gwen and Peter B found you to, Miles put you behind him as he didn’t want you to get hurt. You were confused so you peaked from behind him. “Miles we just wanna talk” “Hell no! Me and Y/N are stuck here trying to go home and you wanna talk!? That’s bullshit!” It was obvious Miles was more pissed then ever since they got you involved with this mess. Peter B sighed while Mayday giggled and escaped her baby capture thingy as she crawled to you. “Look kid, we didn’t know that was going to happen” “And you just let him chase me!? No not just me, chase me and Y/N!? We shouldn’t be here that’s obvious but yet no one wants us to leave!”

Gwen watched as you and mayday played with each other, it was cute. She always found you a bit cute because you followed Miles like a loss puppy and your clothes just added more personality to you. Miles sighed. “Why do we gotta be here? We didn’t do anything wrong…” looking at your brother you Pat his head again and mayday copied you making Miles chuckle. “Your good with kids Y/N” you just nodded at Peter B’s words, what was there to say to him? It was obvious this was gonna be a long day and week so your ready to have your trust broken by many people soon.

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #x gn reader #gn reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderverse #part 1 of many #My beautiful child series

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szftzy · 1 year

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tags: possessive behavior, forced adoption ( definitely not kidnapping.. ), platonic themes, also tw referenced child neglect but not too bad,

(gender neutral child reader)

platonic yandere zhongli pt.2 (proshippers dni)

a continuation to this → post, and some of you requested for it so hopefully this is enjoyable :]

needless to say, you felt helpless.

the man seemed harmless at first glance, but i guess not everything is what it seems. it was difficult to breathe properly, which- said man has enveloped your head into his chest

your still In shock on how easily you were taken from your family in just one week and held captive here. all of your freedom stripped away

and even more shockingly, he treated you well. comforting you whenever you had a meltdown, or whenever you threw a tantrum. never raising his hand or his voice. but It was obvious he was just trying to do this to deceive you. are you sure?

ever since you zhongli held you captive against your will in his den, nothing was going great (obviously). it was a mix of emotions and conflict. for the first few days you had been scared to even make a single move in fear of what he would do.

and as he had been treating you well, he was making sure you ate well, comforting touches and such. it all would’ve been great! if you forgot the fact that he was holding you against your will, trapped In a den Inside the forest.

but you still miss home, your old home. do you? whenever you expressed such sayings to zhongli he would always brush it off with words that would seem comforting out pf context

but ypu decided today, to make your shot. in more context, an attempt to escape. this plan wasn't guaranteed to work but it was better than staying here

laying your head in his chest, attempting to wiggle out of his grip slowly but surely in attempts to not awake the man.

when you (surprisingly) escaped his broad grip— stumbling a bit out of the surprise, the bed creaking from the movement , carefully balancing yourself; you continued to make your way to the door.

opening the door, which makes it emit a loud creaking noise, you suddenly freezed. careful not to wake the unaware man.

(what you weren’t aware of was his possessive eyes, each time you would try to squirm out of his grip.)

carefully continuing, you closed the door quietly. and made your way to the front door, passing the kitchen and living room (lounge?? idk what to call it..) slowly but surely you got to the front door

but, behold. it was locked, Great. now where would you find a key? an idea blooming, searching for a bobby pin in the pocket of your shorts.

When you found it you immediately went to work, trying to unlock it without making too much noise, all of a sudden. it successfully opened; surprising yourself, you made sure the other in the house was still asleep by straining you ears to hear for any footsteps; none.

getting confirmation it was safe, you then made your way. shutting the door gently after you, you then ran for it. leaves crunching beneath your feet as you raced as fast as you could.

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hiding in the bushes was a painful process, apparently while you were making a run for it, halfway through. zhongli woke up, and currently you were in a tight situation

steadying your breathing, curling up on yourself. your heart was pounding, you didnt know if he could hear it or not. fear blossoming in you as zhongli was near your hiding spot

The familiar sound leaves crushing, coming towards your way. suddenly it stopped. holding your breath, for a couple of seconds he just stood there. thankfully he walked away. almost crying In relief, you curled up on yourself.

and then the situation hits you. god, why did this have to happen? you just wanted your older siblings and parents back.. you didnt expect all of your joy to be taken In one singular week. as tears dripped down, you decided to wipe them and get on with it..

and when you finally lifted your head up, peeking. you found the coast clear. Thankfully. and as you stood up ready to make a run for it-

a firm hand grabbed the scuff of your shirt, and you got dragged back Into a dreadful familiar chest. as you looked up to your captors face, It was none other than zhongli. a hurt and confused expression on his face.

fear filled up your entire core. oh.. was he gonna kill you now? all the worst case scenarios flashed In your head, he was clearly upset with you. and he was definitely keeping you here just to toy with you..

you just shut your eyes and just accepted It, tears like a waterfall. and then you got embraced Into his chest, once again. he was probably just deceiving you again.

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zhongli was worried. did they not like him? he was clearly doing something wrong, but he doesnt know what? hes just so sad for his fledgling, It was clear that their “family” back then was selfish, seeing them flinch to his every touch

but they have no worries now! he took care of them, seeing as their recent.. attempt was a clear form of discomfort, he would try his best to love them even more. his little adorable child.

he hadnt had someone to take care of In a while, since he all his children now are long grown and doing adepti work. and of course he has no problem! It was just a little lonely without a companion there to light up the house.

but hes sure his little ray of sunshine will enjoy It, he’ll make sure of It. since they won’t be leaving for a long while anyway.

he was just so sad, when he woke up this morning to find you gone. but no worries! he’d find you and take you back home, since you clearly got a little lost.

using his elemental sight, It was no work to find you, seeing your little form curled up In the forest bushes. he didn't wanna terrify you (again) so he decided to take you by surprise.

as a archon, and a dragon. zhongli has very well hearing senses, so he could hear your sniffles, and quiet sobbing. his heart clenched. He may be a ruthless god, In the eyes of others but he was still sympathetic, especially to children. who he has a soft spot for.

he pretended to walk away, but still lurking. watching for your every move. as he saw you freeze for a second, before getting up. he caught you by the scruff.

holding you to his chest, he missed you dearly, and seeing such a pure and genuine child be so upset kills him. he whispered to you soft words, promising a better life of comfort then your old one.

then he realized it upon seeing your form shake, you thought he was gonna hurt you. oh, young dear.

“Im sorry dearheart, for all this stress you went through. I didnt notice, but Its okay. your under my protection now, you wont have to worry about someone hurting you.”

and as you started loudly sobbing, the situation hitting you as you realized, that escape Is futile. and he hushed you and hugged you like a father would a crying child. and then carried you In his arms.

sobbing turned to crying, and tears died down to sniffles, and as you calmed down. which he was happy to see, you finally spoke. your voice cracked from not using your vocal chords In a while.

“please, just let me go.. I wont tell anyone about this, I just wanna go home..”

and then he paused. taking a moment to say something, you waited in anticipation. then he softly spoke out.

“Oh dearheart. This Is home. because your mine. my youngling, my sympathy.”

Mine.

that word was stuck Inside your mind, maybe.. just maybe you could have a good life. maybe you were actually basking In his warmth and comfort. you just didn't wanna admit It. that was your thought thought as you slipped away, Into a dreamless sleep within his arms.

as you guys made It to the way “home.”he noticed your limp state. completely unaware of the loving possessive look zhongli was giving you.

Mine

my child, my sympathy.

(Aight time to go get some milk again 😭🔥🙏)

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obsessivelullabies · 3 months

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hi first just wanna say i love your work!! second, i have a request! a naive darling or a darling who just lives under a rock unintentionally finding out childe, their significant other, has been a fatui harbinger the entire time. he’d been keeping it a secret on purpose, never intending to tell them. how do you think he would react?

you'd never really questioned what your husband did for work. you knew he worked serving the tsaritsa to an extent, yet you never thought it was so major. you guessed he was a salesman or something..

perhaps you heard some gossip about the dangerous harbinger and the dots connected. however you found out, you're absolutely horrified. it didn't make sense. you knew ajax was a skilled fighter, but you always assumed he was a peaceful and rational man.

when you tell him your discovery, ajax would immediately deny it, trying his best to keep you calm. if you keep pushing, he'll finally admit it.

he'll be ready to soothe you, no matter how you react. if you wish to not see him, he understands, yet expensive, flashy gifts are on your doorstep every day. you aren't aware enough to notice the fatui agents he sent to follow you.

childe would do everything to make it up to you for lying. he sends you letters about how much he misses you and your sweet voice. he won't stop until his charms work and you're back in his arms.

if you insist on getting divorced, he'd resort to a much crueler strategy. he'd keep you locked up in your shared home, guards watching from all around, making sure you don't escape. childe treats you like a precious artifact, not wanting to hurt you further.

childe knows he has to keep you safe. nothing will stop him from keeping you safe and close to him.

masterlist! | requests open. | reblogs and comments appreciated.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere childe #childe #genshin #childe tartagalia #childe genshin impact #tartaglia #tartagila #yandere tartaglia #childe x reader #childe tartaglia ajax #ajax x reader #tartaglia genshin impact #gender neutral reader

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iicheeze · 1 year

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YALL IMAGINE THIS

your an assassin being hired to kill this person in exchange for a very big amount of money so ofc you take the commission

and your mission is to befriend the target so you can kill them in the least suspecting way

like poisoning their tea or giving them flowers with toxic scent that could kill a Sumpter Beast in seconds

or maybe choking them when they're asleep or sedated with food that you served that's drugged with sleeping medicine

but the target is always two steps ahead of you and is always aware of your plans so they tease you by trying to convince you to taste-test the food you made or drink the Camomile Tea you prepared for them

Yandere Target that's obsessed with the chasing whether its negative or positive and keeps destroying your current and upcoming plans just so they can keep you for a little longer and enjoy the chase

Kaeya Alberich, Albedo Kreideprinz, Lisa Minci, Childe, Ningguang, Xingqiu, Yelan, Kamisato Ayato, Shikanoin Heizou, Kaedehara Kazuha, Tighnari, Cyno, Al-Haitham, Wanderer, Dottore

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yourheart-inmyhands · 8 months

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Yandere!Childe Bit

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including stalking, obessive behavior, clingy behavior, mentions of death/murder, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Childe who follows you around like a lost puppy. To any town or city, any region anywhere in Teyvat, he’s only a few steps behind you. He just loves you so much! He never wants to be apart from you. If you don’t let him share the bed with you at night that’s ok! He doesn’t mind sleeping on the floor! Don’t want him in the room with you? That’s ok, he’ll sleep right outside your door in case you need anything from you. If there’s anything you need or want, he’ll buy it for you. Anything or anyone you need killed, he doesn’t hesitate. He may have responsibilities as a Fatui Harbinger, but he’d gladly put any of that on hold for you. You are his first priority and as soon as he can bring you back to Snezhnaya with him he’s going to. There he can really make sure you’re never without him. And if he has to leave for a mission, he knows you’re in the trust hands of his fellow Harbingers, who know better than to harm you.

#genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin x male reader #yandere genshin x gender neutral reader #childe x reader #childe x male reader #childe x gender neutral reader #yandere childe x reader #yandere childe x male reader #yandere childe x gender neutral reader #genshin yandere #yandere genshin #childe yandere #yandere childe

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himeryu · 2 years

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God's Favorite (Childe x Reader)

NOTES: unhealthy relationship (codependency), mentions of trauma etc., slight yandere themes, cult themes, religious themes, hurt/comfort, angst, idk fluff????

PAIRINGS: Childe x Reader

GENRE: SAGAU Cult AU Imposter AU to Fatui AU

SUMMARY: Brainrot of Childe x God!Reader where Childe is the only one who receives god!reader’s favor

A/N: tbh im supposed to be sleeping but i can’t stop thinking about childe x God!Reader so im making a post. not proofread

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The day you realized you isekai’d into genshin you were happy, nervous, but happy. After all, you get to meet your favorite characters!

And God were you able to meet them.

You first arrived in the land of anemo and the moment you stepped within those walls was the moment hell came greeting to you. Then the next minute the citizens and the knights chased you around Mondstadt.

While on the run, you came across venti who looked angry. His bow was pointed at you and then he accused you of Treason for looking like… yourself?! You started running as he shot his arrows at you, one of them managed to cut your arm.

That was the moment when you noticed you bleed gold.

The same thing happened in Liyue, Fontaine, and even Inazuma. Somehow, after trying to run away from the former geo archon by jumping off of a cliff in Liyue, you managed to survive and were washed off on the shores of Narukami island.

As usual, the same thing happened in Inazuma but worse.

The Electro archon herself chased you around Inazuma. You kept running and running. The more you ran the more scars you got, the more insults you received, and the more betrayal you got from your favorite characters.

Betrayed and mistreated, you were tired, but most importantly, angry.

Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? All I did was play a stupid game!! filled your thoughts every day, every night.

You swore vengeance in the land of electro, but your resolve weakened the moment you laid your eyes on him.

You have always wondered where Childe was while you were on the run. He was (and is) after all, your favorite character. You spoiled him. You have his c1, Polar star, amazing build with 70/220 crit ratio, and even have a Serenitea teapot island dedicated to him!

So when you first saw him, you felt weak. Out of all of your characters, he’s the strongest one. Will he kill you? Will you die at the hands of your favorite character? filled your thoughts as he stared down at your terrified self.

But, you’d rather die by his hand than others.

Unexpectedly, he went down on his knees and looked at you straight in the eyes— desperate. You were caught off guard by the gesture. Confused and still terrified, you told him to stand up, but instead, he screamed “Your Holiness!”

After that he took you to a nearby fatui camp; he healed your wounds, took care of you, adored you, and stayed by your side. You broke down in front of him for hours; he was the first one to ever treat you like you were human.

He saved you; He was the first one to recognize you.

You didn’t care if what he was doing is the bare minimum; to you, who has gone through so much, it was everything.

From that day onward, Childe became God’s Favorite.

The moment you two arrive in Snezhnaya, Childe is the only one you’d call. From keeping you company during the day to even keeping you company at night, you’d only ask for Childe. Everyone is envious of him— After all, he’s the only one receiving their God’s affection.

Even the Tsarista herself is envious of the harbinger; You only show affection towards Childe. At most, she only received a head pat from you and a praise, and that’s it!

They watch as you’re walking around the garden hand in hand with Childe; you sitting on Childe’s lap, playing with his ginger locks; you spoiling Childe with all of your love and attention. You just can’t keep your eyes and hands off him, and Childe, oh God, is aware of it.

He walks around the palace every day— head up high— fully aware that only he can worship their God in such manner.

To him, recognizing you was easy. He stayed in the Abyss for three months, surrounded by your temples and statues. While running away from abyssal creatures, he found your temple. He hid behind your statue terrified, hoping that the monsters would leave him alone. And to his surprise, they did. The moment he stepped into the temple, the abysal monsters never bothered him.

He was saved, despite having a monster in him, he was saved by you. After weeks of not taking proper rest, he finally did at your temple.

And the moment he became your vessel was the best day of his life. He could finally prove himself to you, that you didn’t save a useless boy from the abyss.

Sure, at first, when he heard of an imposter waltzing around teyvat he was angry, ready to hunt the bastard who dared impersonate you. So he tracked down your location, traveled all the way to Inazuma, searched you, and when he finally found you– ready to kill– he started kneeling.

Just one look at your eyes, he recognized you immediately. He mockingly laughed at the people who didn’t recognize you at first glance– they dare call themselves your most devoted acolyte yet chase you across teyvat for looking like you.

Childe is willing to go crazy for you. Oh you want to kill someone? ask Childe, he’d do it in a heartbeat! you want the prettiest clothing? Childe would give it to you immediately, regardless of the price! Someone offended you? Don’t worry! Childe would make sure you would never see their face ever again.

You showed the slightest bit of affection towards someone other than him?

…

oh you haven’t seen them in a while?

Don’t worry they’re just on a vacation and will never come back!

At this point, he is your most devoted, bat shit crazy acolyte instead of those wretched Archons.

He is and will always be your one and only favorite, and he will make sure he is the only one; even if it means dirtying his hands.

a/n: i just winged it at the end lol

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quinnchee · 1 year

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Love me please?

Art NOT mine art by: ZerudaArt on twt

Who knew I could write a 1.5k word fanfic but I can’t write a roughly 3k word essay in 5 months

↳Warnings: yandere childe, implied stalking, implied masochist childe, implied break in

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Childe, that name seethed through your teeth, Mr popular, the playboy of Teyvat collage. One way you’d describe him was- well, predictable, he had everyone at their knees for him, girls warming his bed and guys begging to be around him to pick up Childe’s leftovers. Like every romance cliché you’ve read, you have to admit you were a sucker for them; they were a good read, but being in a cliché situation? Not as much.

As of recently, Childe’s Infatuation with you had hit an all-time high. Not only was he following you around like a lost puppy pawing at your jacket, constantly begging for your attention, at some point, he started to gift little trinkets you’d eye on your days off. Days where you were supposedly alone. This in return, it caused you to gain some attention and not the good kind; the jealous glares and nasty comments you’d get when you’d walk about the halls with or without Childe clinging to your arm were unbearable. Yes, he was a pretty man, intelligent and somewhat kind but that doesn’t mean you’d be ecstatic when he stuck to you whenever you stepped foot in the school

And the urge to punch this man square in the face was almost overwhelming. You wanted him gone

You had a morning class. Damn you for putting this much torture on yourself. You groaned, the sun was barely up, and you had been feeling a little under the weather for most of the week, but it wasn’t worth not going to school. Slowly, you begin to do your morning routine, still feeling sluggish while you walk out the door, but what makes it worse is just in the corner of your eyes, you spot a pretty face outside your house, Childe. You mentally groaned, god you were so fed up with his presence you needed him out of your life. If he hadn’t clung to you all the time, maybe you wouldn’t have gotten all those nasty threats, and you wouldn’t constantly be avoiding people left and right trying to keep yourself safe; the possibilities are endless. You begin to make your way onto the sidewalk, getting a better view of Childe.

How did he know where you live?

Walking past the boy, you side-eyed him, and he ran after you. “Aw, couldn’t even say hello? Good morning?” He laughed, taking his place by your side and grabbing your arm, “what do you want.” Eyebrows scrunched; you didn’t want to talk to him, especially this early morning. He replied with a giggle, then a hum “can’t I spend time with my favourite person?”

Scoffing, you try to shake him off; what is his problem? Insisting on spending every second of every day with you- every moment of your life was filled with him! Childe this, Childe that! The more you had him around you the more you begin to despise the ginger. You elbow him as hard as you can, making Childe stumble back, eyes wide. You give him the best glare you can muster before walking away, leaving a stunned ginger on the pavement.

He’s not letting you go. He’ll never will he let you go.

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The rest of your morning- no, the day was strangely uneventful. Crude remarks were still sent your way, but a certain ginger was missing. You enjoyed the silence but, at the same time, dreaded it. Where was he? You’d wait for the moment he’d arrive and start leeching at you like some blood-sucking parasite, but that moment never came. Even though he wasn’t here you couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched like eyes following you everywhere, not the jealous stares, but different ones that burned through your head down to your back. A shiver ran through your body. Picking up the pace, you swiftly exit the building. You were not staying here any longer.

Although you wish the feeling would stop once you got home, it had just worsened. You wanted to bundle yourself up and hide away, but you were being paranoid right? It had to be! It must’ve been the lack of Mr popular today. You weren’t used to the lack of attention from him and the other students. That night you fell asleep with the sound of clicking, too stressed to care about anything but sleep and to care about the small blinking lights in your room.

Days passed the feeling of being watched never stopped, even when Childe came running back to your side, clutching your arm even more than usual. Doesn’t he have his friend group to hang out with? With that pretty face and intelligence he’d bound to have a big group of friends. God, you were starting to think he didn’t have any. You laugh dryly

Soon your mind and body begin to deteriorate, and shaky hands and constant glances behind to cover your windows with thick cloth instead of the flimsily blinds you once had. Childe hadn’t helped your stress either; his creepy glances and the lingering touches he left only made you want to cover up more. But with time, you grew used to this feeling noticing something else, Childe. Over the days, you began to see little changes with him. How he started to smell like your body washes, clean tucked shirts turned into hoodies eerily similar to yours, how he started to bring up your old and new interests out of nowhere. The nail on the coffin was how he pinpointed your locations outside school. He’s always there, in the corner of your eye, in the background of your life.

This is it. You’d had enough.

The day you were supposed to be on a small blind date was ruined. Childe had again found out which cafe you were going to, stormed the place, mocked your date and even went as far as trying to start a fight, which had prompted you to backhand him before he could lay hands on the poor boy. Profusely apologizing to your date, you told them you would reach out another time if they were willing. Turning back, you faced Childe who had a dazed smile on his flushed face. You bit your lip and dragged him out of the cafe throwing him out, yelling insults upon insults about how you’d make sure he’d never ruin another day in your life; all while his smile began to fade. Breathing heavily, you turn to leave, only to be stopped by a tight grip, one tight enough to leave bruises on your arm. Once again, you were facing Childe, and instead of a dazed smile, you were faced with a desperate whimper. As if the situation finally dawned on him, he began to beg. “Please don’t leave, don’t go..” Childe says weakly said. You could only scoff at the audacity he had he ruined your date- hell, he destroyed your life, and now he’s begging you to stay? His grip was too strong to pull from now that he was out of his blissful state, so all you could do now was stand and glare while he continued to beg.

“Please- I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry- don’t leave me, please! I die without you-”

Never-ending pleas left his mouth, and slowly, they began to turn into pitiful crying and hiccups, all while you watch, no ounce of mercy on your face. You try again to rip your arm out of his grasp, and this time, you succeed. Childe gasps and looks up at you, puffy eyes looking at your cold ones. Slowly you back away from him before turning and running to the next bus station and going home, leaving Childe on the ground again.

The ginger kneels biting hip lip, wiping his red eyes. He can’t understand, why don’t you like him? Everyone else does- he thought you’d fall for him if he spent a little time with you, but you didn’t. So he thought you might be trying to play hard to get, so he clung to you- but you still didn’t fall for him. He was getting desperate, you who he fell in love with, you who he met in the middle of class we weren’t even apart of, you who should’ve been insignificant to him, but the way you’d tap your beautiful fingers on the table putting him in a trance, how you’d perk up when the bell finally rang reminding to him cling to your lovely arm, how you’d brush him off giving him that beautiful glare, it made him weak in the knees, blushing at the thought of you slapping at him- oh how you captivated him so well.

Why? Why can't you just love him as he does? He’d do anything for you; please just look at him! Love him! Adore him as much as he adores you! Childe stands up, wiping his puffy eyes and touching his red cheek. He groans, remembering the feeling of you hitting him. He loves it. Any kind of attention from you makes him blush like crazy, it makes his body burn up and mind goes dizzy with euphoria. But as much as he loves how you look at him like a nuisance he loves your approval more, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get it back.

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Then Childe went crazy and kidnapped you. The End

Part 2 maybe maybe not idk I still have an essay to write

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m1v4mp · 7 months

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midnight.

IN WHICH… you are a godly individual in his eyes. Brilliance. Beauty. Worthy of everything he gives to you, even his silly little offerings.

WARNINGS… obsessive behavior, yandere! Childe

INFO… gender-neutral! reader + Childe (referred to as “Ajax”)

Tartaglia, The 11th Fatui Harbinger

“Please… I’m begging you, forgive me for my wrong-doings… I only did it for you… so I could continue to adore you peacefully—to love you warmly, to worship you tirelessly…” Ajax pleads desperately, his body trembling as he kneels before you. His nails dig into the fabric of his pants while he clutches his knees, leaving imprints of his pathetic desperation as his knuckles turn pale from the pressure. With each passing moment under your silent and cold stare, his breath becomes heavier, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of his longing intensifies, consuming his every thought as he teeters on the brink of insanity.

Ajax has only ever sworn is complete devotion to three things : the Tsaritsa, his family, and the people of Snezhnaya. But only one of those subjects knowing that he is a cold hearted, sadistic, and empty human being; if you can even call him that. Never would he ever have imagined that he would be praising someone like you.

His dull eyes have rarely filled with tears. But when it comes to you, they pour. They just don’t stop. With you, his tears drop to the floor with frequency like a running faucet. But never does it come from sorrow, oh no. It always comes from desperation… adoration… love… and obsession. Just like right now as you sit and stare at him while he shakes.

“Please… say something…” He begs, his gaze barely meeting yours from pure nervousness.

You stay silent for a little longer before letting out a small, frustrated sigh. You stand up, your chair creaking just the slightest bit from your departure. You stand in front of him and bend down slightly, taking your finger under his chin and tilting his head up towards you. Your face holds a neutral yet cold look, making this an even more anxious situation for him.

His lip quivers as if he wants to say something, though he fears it will only end him up in more trouble.

As Ajax's lip quivers with fear and anticipation, you maintain your cold gaze, studying him intently. The silence hangs heavy in the air, intensifying the tension that surrounds both of you. Finally, unable to bear the suspense any longer, Ajax musters the courage to speak, his voice barely a whisper.

"I... I did it all for you," he stammers, his words laced with a mixture of desperation and devotion. "Every action, every sacrifice, every ounce of my being... it was all in the name of your adoration. I wanted to prove my unwavering loyalty, to show you that I would do anything to earn your love."

His confession hangs in the air, the weight of his words sinking into the depths of your mind. You remain silent, your expression unreadable, as if contemplating his sincerity. Ajax's heart pounds in his chest, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts, wondering if his declaration has reached you in the way his actions have not.

Suddenly, a flicker of emotion passes through your eyes, a glimmer of something that Ajax can't quite decipher. Is it amusement? Happiness? Or perhaps... a hint of intrigue? The uncertainty only fuels his obsession, his desire to unravel the mystery that is you.

With a sudden surge of determination, Ajax reaches out, his trembling hand gently grasping yours. His touch is hesitant, as if afraid to break the fragile connection between you. "Please... allow me to prove my devotion," he pleads, his voice filled with a newfound feeling. "I will do whatever it takes to earn your trust, to be worthy of your love. Just give me a chance."

You withdraw your hand from his grasp, leaving Ajax momentarily confused. But then, to his surprise, a faint smile tugs at the corners of your lips. It is a smile that holds both mystery and promise, a glimmer of recognition that ignites a spark of hope within him.

"Very well," you finally respond, your voice carrying a hint of intrigue. "Prove yourself, Ajax. Show me the depths of your devotion, and perhaps... just perhaps, I may consider granting you the place you seek in my world… or heart, rather."

Ajax's heart soars with a mixture of elation and fear. He knows that the path ahead will be treacherous, scattered with challenges and sacrifices. But for the chance to bask in your presence, to earn your love and adoration, he is willing to traverse the darkest depths of his obsession.

He’ll do anything for you, just say the word,

AUTHORS NOTE… first writing on here; this was fun to write, it’s my joy to make Ajax tremble <3

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chococolte · 1 year

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Hello! May I request SAGAU childe reaction to his god letting him rest his head in their lap and saying they love him? I hope that’s alright thank you I hope you have a lovely day!

word count. 669

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, religious + cult themes, sagau + cult au, gn reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. something possessed me and i wrote this in like 30 mins?? also this is barely proofread so im sorry for any mistakes TT

Childe is acutely aware of every muscle in his body.

Your hand rests on his head, gently caressing his hair. Every glide of your fingers against his skin sends a rush of euphoria down his spine, mixed with the ever growing urge to hide his face in your thighs and escape into your warmth.

He feels every minute twitch of his fingers, the rumble of his heart, the dull ache in the back of his head that presses deep against his skull the longer every word of worship stays unsaid on his tongue.

Childe has never felt so blessed before. If every death on his hands was for this short moment, he would do it how many times it takes for another second. There is no place he'd rather be than by your side— whether that is at your feet, as your shadow, or merely another in a crowd of worshipers.

He doesn't know what exactly he did to deserve this, but he would throw himself back into the abyss if it meant figuring out what it was. Anything for a repeat of this moment. Anything for it last a little longer.

Your breath is barely audible above him, but he bites his tongue anyway— stops his breath short in his throat so he can etch the sound into his mind; burn it into his memory so he can never forget. Anything to make the you in his dreams more accurate. Anything to make it so the next time he sleeps, it feels a little bit more like reality.

Sacrilegious to tarnish your image in his mind, maybe; but your fingers still coil around the curls of his hair, still hum under your breath a tune unfamiliar to him. His copper-lashes still flutter close, his mind still veiled with fog and dazed thoughts of where this moment could go next— and you're still there, letting him enjoy this short reprieve before he is torn from you again, back to another battlefield drenched in blood, to the darkness and bitter silence found in the halls of the Tsaritsa's palace.

He once lived without you, utterly lost and alone. He should be used to the ache left in the wake of your presence. But then you found him, and he can't bear the thought to be apart from you again.

Childe feels your hand still, and his eyes snap open before he can register anything else.

Did he do something wrong? Did he do something to upset you? Fears muddle his mind and dread clings to him like a cloak, burrowing into his flesh and wrapping around his lungs.

"I love you, Ajax."

Life rushes into him all at once. Like the warm morning rising onto a world covered in black and ash, an unbearable heat suffused his cheeks and spread from his chest to every inch of his body. It wrestles with gray of his world and brings it color and vibrancies.

He jumps, rising so he can catch the expression on your face. You're smiling, eyes crinkled at the corners, with so much fondness dancing within that it hurts. Childe doesn't feel deserving of it— he's only barely begun to prove himself to you.

Maybe you read the disbelief on his face, because you repeat yourself. You say it softly. Gently. You say it with so much affection and love he can barely comprehend it. His soul sings, and his heart drums, and his eyes turn glossy before he can stop them.

Only you can make him feel this way. Only you are deserving of his worship. Only you, in all of your grace— only you, in all of your perfection. Anybody else is secondary. They are inherently meaningless when compared to you. And in this moment, you shine ever brighter— you make him realize just how lucky he is to have you as a god.

"I..." Childe chokes on his words, finding it harder to keep his emotions at bay. "I love you too, Your Grace. Only you."

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