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zwolfgames · 25 days

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Hi, I humbly request. MHA a oneshot.

Bakugo gets his first job working at Mcdonalds, he has the shittest attitude but doesn't get fired cause of his romantic relationship with his manager who has a huge degradation fetish. Pure chaos co workers love him because when there is a difficult customer they call him. He has been guilty of beating people up in the parking lot and pissing in their coke.

(I seriously doubt this was a 100 procent serious request and I could not write this in a serious way for the life of me but I found this too good of a challange not to do. Also sorry for it being late, I saw this request and had to rethink my life's choices up till now <3)

Requested: latee20s

Warnings; Cursing, bakugo

(3rd person POV)

Finally.

He finally did it, Katsuki Bakugo has gotten himself a job even with his shitty attitude!...

Mostly because he made out with the manager... But hey, a job is a job!

And that manager was in the bag! It was insanely easy, as the loser loved degrading...

And Katsuki was a master at that!So here he stands, at the cash register. Stopping his eye from twitching as some fuckwad before him can't make up their mind.

"Can i have a... uh... a coke? No... a fanta. No nevermind that, id rather have a Sprite. No no wait-" The customer has her eyes narrowed at the menu above.

"Can you make up your mind already?" Katsuki growl out, clenching the screen of the register too hard, making a small crack appear in the screen.

"Excuse me?" The woman gasps in offense.

"You're excused. Next!" He huffs and shoves the woman asside to serve the next customer.

A little giggle is heard from in the kitchen by two of his coworkers, after seeing Bakugo handle things harshly again. But they honestly couldn't care. It wasn't their job to regulate him. The manager didn't even do that.

The day goes on way too slowly, Bakugo may hate his life right now, but it gets even worse when his coworker comes ask him to handle a customer again.

Ah, drunk man again.

Lovely.

"Hey- no i don't want to speak to this twat! Het lady! Come back, we weren't done- don't ignore me you slut!" The drunken creep calls to Bakugo's coworker thar just sped away from there.

"You are to be removed, asshole." Bakugo snarls in annoynace and starts to lead the weirdo outside.

He doesnt get far trough the parking before the drunken loser wants to catch hands."I'll show you what a silver fox like me can-"

The man didn't get to finish his cringey threath as Bakugo had kicked him into his unfertile nuts.

The man sinks to the floor with a weeze and gets kicked over again.

Bakugo spits on him, sticks his middle finger up and power walks back inside like the badass he thinks he is.

Now there's only... 5 hours left of his shift. Amazing...

Bakugo takes a kitchen shift now but it doesn't last long as the manager angrilly storms up to him.

"Katsuki, we've gotten another complaint about you beating up a customer! To my office, right now." The manager huffs. Bakugo scoffs and follows along. When the door closes behind the two the manager gets more timid.

"A-After so many complaints.. i think its better if we let you go." The man says bravely. Bakugo isn't taking this shit and pins him to the desk.

"You'd like to fire me, huh? Pathetic excuse of a man. Why don't you go cower in the corner a bit more like the crybaby you are. Its not as if you can fire me, you wouldn't want to miss this, right?" Bakugo raised a brow before roughly making out with his manager.

Leaving the man on his desk as a flustered mess.

"R-Right... you can keep... working..." The man giggles like a drunken school girl and Bakugo huffs. Stuffing his hands back in his pockets.

Tough when he comes back out of the office, he's met with a wall of foam.

"What. The. Fuck?!" Katsuki yells angrily.

One of his coworkers responds from somewhere in the foam."

A kid spread soap everywhere and pulled down the fire alarm..."

"You've got to be kidding me..." Bakugo regrets all his life's descicions and starts wacking at the foam to get atleast somewhere.

He makes a tunnel to the exit and his coworkers do the same.Just as they all think they're fine. One of the people thats usually in the kitchen gasps and yells that he left the fire on.

Some other worker pales and says she left the gas on.

Moments later, the McDonalds explodes.

Bakugo lets a single tear fall as his manager hadb't gotten out yet, so the single tear represents his new relation status.

That was the end of Bakugo's first- and most likely last job at a fast food place.

No more pissing in rude people's drinks.

No more adding crack to milkshakes.

No more beating up weirdos.

And worst of all, no more degration kink manager.

Maybe he schould get back into the hero buisiness.

#oneshots #mha #bakugou katsuki #bakugo #shitpost #why

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zwolfgames · 30 days

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MHA yandere headcanon breaking up with bakugo and shoto. But they take it very poorly

(I've never done headcanons before so forgive the weird way these are phrased! A bit shirt but I hope you like it. And thank you for the request, I'm littarly squeeling each time I get one.)

Requested: skinnyfattyyy

Warnings: violence, yandere, degrading, kidnapping, forced marrige

Headcanons

Bakugo:

This relationship had started of rocky already. Bakugo wasn't the nicest or the most affectionate.

When he realised you genuingly liked him, his behavior got a bit sweeter, more loving. Less barking you out as if you just blew up the planet. Bakugo truly enjoyed having a partner that enjoyed him and his explosive personality… he didn't have to play tough or soft for you… just be himself.

It was nice for a while, untill you started noticing some of his strange behavior. You found your stuff in his room. Combs, that shirt you lost like a month ago… Your plushie? But fine… he's your boyfriend… you suppose he can have some of your stuff. Thats fine right?

Not for long. It quietly became clear that he was an insecure prick. Wich made him irrational, possesive and absolutly obsessive.

So, naturally, as anyone who felt in danger, you talked to him and asked to break up.

Bakugo didn't take it lightly. Stopping his breathing for a moment while waiting for you to announce that it's a joke.

When that line doesn't happen, he grab you by the wrist, pulls you to him before you get pinned to the wall.

He yells, a lot. A ringing in your ear is left from his barrage of insults and degrading comments about how you'd never find someone else and how you had promised to stay with him.

So to ensure that this never happened again, he gave you one chance to apologize. You didn't take it and his hand set on your lower back let out an explosion.

He muffled your yell of agony with his hand and held you to him, what would you do with a broken spine and a burn wound, huh? Run? He doesn't think so. His guilt ate him up for hurting the one he loves. A hero was supposed to protect the people he loves…. But this was… a way of saving you, yes. Saving you of a diffrent bad relationship. He's the better option.

You have no choice but to accept his harsh care as he treats your wounds and lets your spine heal while you're stuck in bed.

You'd never try again, would you? This was enough of a warning, right? You'd stay his now right?

If you dared try and break up with him again then he figured further injury was needed…

So be a darling and stay with him, that's all he asks <3.

Todoroki:

Just like with Bakugo, the first part of your relationship was a bit rocky, mostly because of Shoto's inability to properly share his feelings.

He did eventually tell you everything, his past, his toughts, his struggles. And you had held him lovingly. As a good partner would

Now that you were aware of his past and his flaws, you would stay with him, right?

Shoto was a lot more delusional then Bakugo. He truly believes you're meant to be his since you get him, since you accept him.

So when his strange behavior starts showing, you get concerned. He threathend one of your friend's to stay away… had way too many drawings and paintings of you then you would have been comfrotable with.

So after a while of trying to talk this out and try and have him be a normal boyfriend again, you give up as it makes his behavior even worse.

The day you suggest breaking up the heartbreak is clear in his mis-matched eyes. He doesn't want to hurt you. He really doesn't. He wanted you safe and with him.

You end up frozen to the floor by your feet before a hit to the head knocks you out like a light.

Finding yourself in an unfamiliar room when you awoke again was quite scary. Well… atleast it wasn't a basement?

Shoto had announced that you'd be staying in this room up untill you were both of age and could legally get married. You think a part of your soul left your body at that info.

And so it happened. You married into the Todoroki family and you were barely ever seen again.

But, you were his. As you were supposed to be. His soulmate.

#yandere #yandere x reader #oneshots #xreader #gender neutral reader #mha #mha x reader #mha bakugou #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #boku no hero acedamia #headcanon #headcanons #shouto todoroki #yandere todoroki

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zwolfgames · 1 month

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Can we have more Yandere mha x child reader please 😁🙏

*Thank you for the request! I' unsure wether you wanted a continuation of the original two parts or a new one. This one us a continuation but I was fairly out of ideas so I hope this is alright. If you did mean a totally new concept then I'll be happy to write that too :3)

Requested: Annon

Warnings: Kinda child abuse but not in a violence or sexual way. Manipulation. Incorrect lore. Binding. Yandere.

(3rd person PoV)

Y/N. The one kid know to have escaped the league of villains.

But what no one told the news, was that you were also the one kid to escape all of class 1A. A class of pshyco's.

Now that you look back at it. You had been naive.

Trusting these heroes. Just for them to use you as a doll, as a baby to coddle because they felt bad. Because they needed it.

But no one ever asked you... no one.It had been another two long years now.

Your body had finally been allowed to age without Eri being there to revert you, even if she was willing or not. You still weren't sure if that child had been in the same situation as you... But you didn't have time to look back.

Not when they were hunting you.

Now that some war between villains and hero's was around the corner. The searches became more intense. You'd catch Bakugo not two alleys down from you.

See Tokoyami and Hawks patrol from above.

Allmight had been caught in disguise just yesterday.

They were closing in on you.

You had only gotten away up untill now by cuttibg your hair differently. Wearing baggy... stolen.. clothes and caking dirt all over your face.

But what had to be done had to be done.

It's not like the villains left you alone either.

Altough, with the criminal circkles you had affiliated in, as was totally allowed for a 10 year old... you had heard of them trying to find you.

And you know... for someone's whos mentally just 12, that was scary.So you had trained yourself to fight a bit... Wich wouldn't do a lot against grown adults... but the tought was nice.

It's not like your quirk would be of any help. Crying pearls only helped you get by. And thats it...

But naturally, a story couldn't go on with it's main character living peacefully.

As you were napping on your little cleaned up dumpster of a home, you got knocked out of it as the whole plastic container got kicked to it's side.

An all too exited Kirishima came running to grab you off of the floor.You rolled out of the way. Kicking over some cardboard to slow him down as you sprinted away.

The boy just used his quirk to smash trough any and all obstacles. He had one goal in mind. And that is to take their shared sibling back.

Sibling was a better title then your actual role was. You're more of an emotional support pet....

Just as you think you'd still manage to get away from Kirishama, a tendril of grey scarf wraps firmly around you.

You're snatched up and quickly find yourself trapped in someones arms.

The man didn't even want to talk right now. He had gotten way too attached to you. A little kid with barely any power. Those kind of people is what he vowed to protect.

And even tough it seemed like you didn't want anything to do with him or other hero's. Aizawa was sure you'd understand that you needed the protection when the war began.

That you'd need a parental figure-He means... that he'd be available if you ever needed... guidance.

So in no time were you back to U.A.. Wrists bound like an animal.

You didn't like these people anymore...

They made you feel weak, useless...

Not human.

Just a plaything...

You were once again reverted back to an 8 year old and this time, kept in a diffrent room.

"So, like I said, you'll be sleeping in my room now, alright kiddo? I promise this is just for your safety. See, we even set up your own little bed. Yaorozu even made you a plush of your favorite dinosaur. And well... Koda.. tried to do that aswell- but- nevermind." Aizawa explained as he showed you your... incredibly cozy bed. Tough having to sleep in the same room as the guy that had essentially brought you into this mess..

Not your favourite.

"Don't look so depressed kid. It could be way worse. The villains could have killed you by now. You really shouldn't have run from us. We're just keeping you safe." Aizawa sighs and rubs your now messily cut hair.

You just huff in the little defiance you had left.

How dare he try and say that the villains who just as much wanted you back were trying to kill you?

Did he think you were stupid?

Probably.

Actually, undoubtedly.

They must all think that, that the slightest gust of wind would blow you away.

What did even see in you? Just a child?

No one would go this far for just a child...But you were their child. Group effort. Class project.

That was you. A responsibility they took way too seriously.

You still yearn for the reality where you could have just been delivered to an orphanage. Gotten an actual normal family.

A mom and a dad... or a mom and a mom... or a dad and a da- okay look you just didn't care as long as it wasn't this...

"Look, and we got you even more toys. And Midoriya mentioned that you liked to draw? Right? So only the best supplies for our little hero." Aizawa tries to smile.

You didn't know wether he was the only one that actually noticed how wrong this all was... he knew... but he couldn't give you up... give you away.

He never intended for this... but his class had also gotten attached... he wasn't alone in this... And that sucked for you.

Because escape attempt after escape attempt just ended up as you getting more stuck.

Ankle chain, gps tracker, locked doors, barred windows, constant surveillance.

How is no one saying anything against this? Why is this just being allowed?

Why did the freedom rule not count for you?

Where is the law?

Nowhere.

Not for you.

Its never been there for you.

And honestly, that hurt.

Why didn't anyone help you?

Why weren't you saved?

You littarly live with hero's and you're the victim.

This isn't okay...

And you couldn't do anything about it.

So you broke.

Going from defiant child to broken toy in days. Rotting in your extremly comfrotable bed like a depressed teenager.

Wich techically you could almost classify for mentally. Just half a year more.

Getting dragged out of your bed to be passes around like a plushy for movie nights was common now.

The students were getting more nervous too with the upcoming war.

Ochako coddled you more.

Deku had been teaching you about all his quirk knowledge as if he was scared he's die.

Aizawa was fixing up more safety manners.

Hawks had been coming over to babysit during actual hero school lessons.

Wich was even more awkard.

"Hey kid, smile."

"Y/N, can you draw me?"

"You're so cute Y/N, why don't i just take you with me instead? Im sure they wouldn't mind."

"Kiddo, want to go shopping?"

"Y/N."

"Kid."

"Kid..."

You were not a kid...

Stop it.

Why can't they leave you alone.

So you cried. Embarrassingly so in Hawk's presence. Pearls fell from your eyes and the pro hero looked on in awe.

Cupping your cheeks and whispering sweet words to try and comfort you.

Wrapping his wings around you and patting your head.

And dammit if you didn't hate all of them you would have loved this.

But after this... there really wasn't any escape.

War was spent in a bunker.

The survivors clung to you for dear life after the events and you just had to sit trough it like the good doll you were.

Smile and wave Y/N.

You weren't ever free.

And you never will be.

#yandere #yandere x reader #platonic yandere #xreader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #yandere mha #yandere bnha #tw yandere #yandere writing #yandere imagine #mha #mha x reader #mha bakugou #bnha #my hero academia #platonic yandere mha

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zwolfgames · 1 month

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|Mistakes|Platonic Yandere Alastor x fem!reader

Requested: /

Warnings: Violence, manipulation, Alastor

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (You are here)

"Come, sit. We still have some hours to pass."

You nod simply and sit politely on the summoned couch.

The Radio demon sitting at a not so comfrotable distance. Checking out your jellyfish cap from above.

"So tell me, my dear. How does one die and turn into a jellyfish? I'm so curious." Alastor hums in that slightly condescending manner.

"Burned at the stake."

You answer as un-emotionally as you could. It's been a long time since your death after all.... No use being upset about it now.

Alastor freezes for a moment, smile stiffening. "What was that now?"

"Burned, at the stake, like as a witch." You subtly glance at him.

Alastor seems just a tad bit caught of guard by that. Wich was strange... Nobody is meant to surpise the Radio Demon.

"Do explain, we have all the time." Alastor muses, now totally intrested in what tale you're about to tell.

"It's long ago, so I'll spare you the details-"

"I want the details."

..."Alright..." You began, recalling your life on earth... In unfortunate times. You told him the tale of your adulthood, when you had been married off by your parents to a richer man, as was standard.

You had never truly wanted a lover, for your own reasons. So when your husband had eventually gotten in his head that it was time for children, he may have come off too forcefull, you may have gotten scared...And he may he landed himself in the fireplace.

Perhaps it's ironic that you both died in the same, burned.

Alastor sat silently, listening to your every word as if it were gospel. He was incredibly intrigued at the vague mention of your unneed for romance.

He found you two more similar by the minute.

Thrid mistake: Romace is moronic, yes.

"You don't deserve to be here." Alastor speaks up after he let your story sink in for a moment. You freeze at the words, taking them more hostile then he meant.

"Excuse me?" You blink in confusion, not wanting to sound offended.

"You're excused..." Alastor smirks.

"No, I mean in hell. You barely did anything wrong... Just one murder? To save yourself? Come on now, you're a saint compared to the demons I know. Perhaps that's why you're so enticing." He leans to you to look into your eyes trough your deadly veil of tendrils.

"Its still a sin." You frown. It's obvious that the demons restraining himself from unescesailry touching you.

"Y/N, wouldn't you like to live in a safer area? Not one where your appartement may fall appart?" Alastor tilts his head, red and black hair bobbing to the side.

"I uhm... can't afford that?" You mention awkardly.

"What about, you come live in my territory, free of charge. All I want from you, is your compagnionship." Alastor smirks further."If this is a deal, then no thank you- respectfully." You begin.

Alastor halts you with a hand raised."No deal, just a little promise between friends."

You look into his eyes for a moment.

They don't give away anything in the slightest...

It's like you're being urged to agree.

Your appartement was in ruins..

He wasn't that bad to hang out with...

It couldn't be that bad, could it? It would be safe....

"I'll... do it? Pinky promise." You say unsurely.

Alastor visibly brightens as you stick your hand out from under your stinging veil, to pinky promise.

"It's a promise."

The rest of extermination had gone by quickly, Alastor and you had just talked more, he shared some of his own answer, wich he insisted were rare to hear.

When the battle of angels was finally over, the ruckus outside stopped and Alastor just... dissapeared, saying he had to get your residence ready.

You honestly just tought he had changed his mind and left you in your still blocked off appartement to starve.

So, as any logical person, you started making your way out, trying to get trough the rubble to get to your window, because you knew damm well that the hall way was totally ruined too.

After too much trouble then it should have been worth, you made it to the window and climbed out like worlds most inexperienced firefighter.

Landing safely on the yucky streets of hell, you took some steps back to take in your ruined appartement, years of work, gone!

You take just a moment to feel bad about everything before walking down the sidewalk to go think about what you'd do now.

It's a shame you only got half an hour to yourself before an all too expressive Radio demon appeared behind you. Quickly halting your walk with a black tentacle before you on the sidewalk.

"Why were you not in your appartement?" Alastor smiles, tough he hoped you didn't notice his little twitching eyelid or the way his sharp fingers were twitching occasionally.

"I was scared it would collapse." You explain calmly. The radio demon can't help but feel like he isn't fully in control here because of your stupid tendrils.

"It wasn't going to, my dear." Alastor reassures and tries and fails to find a way to lead you away by the shoulder.

"Well I didn't know that..." You frown slightly. Alastor falters and bends down to meet your eye again.

"Turn that frown upside down, dear. You're never fully dressed without a smile." Alastor motion to his own sharp toothed smile.

You give in and force a smile upon your face.

The Radio demon is almost offended at your fake little smile. But no matter, he'd make you smile genuingly soon. He did get you a nice house to live in, after all.

If he can't get your soul then the next best thing might aswell be having you as close as possible. In his territory. In a safe place.

Untill he figured out how to cut of those tendrils...

The next weeks went by smoothly. You had moved into the house you were promised and Alastor never failed to visit you daily.

Why he kept on his intrest, you didn't know, there wasn't anything to gain from you.

But well, you suppose overlords had diffrent plans..?

And they did... have very diffrent plans.

Like keeping a wonderfull compagnion such as yourself.

Eeveryday, Alastor got closer to finding a way to keep you, to cut off those pesky tendrils and just have his now dubbed 'friend' with him.

Surely you wouldn't mind. You wouldn't need those stingers anymore when he's here to protect you. And there's no reason to be scared of him since you both know he'd never touch you inappropriately.

Just all the time...And that forever.It's okay to hold your 'friends' isn't it? Especially if they're as cute as you...

Wich is why you found yourself in the middle of a tea party.

Your life had been peaceful and easy ever since Alastor let you live in his territory.

Altough it seemed as if none of the other residents wanted anything to do with you, you managed.

You had Alastor to keep you compagny.Just like today.Just a tea party.

The Radio demon took a sip of the tea you prepared.

You did the same.

He stopped.

You didn't.

And in one swift swoop, you found yourself wacked agaisnt the wall like a ragdoll. In complete confusion.

Seeing as nothing was supposed to even be able to touch you. No less harm you like this.

So with the pain tolerance of a toddler you slumped to the ground in pain. Clicking of shoes stopping right before you.

"You'll be fine, my darling." Alastor reassures as he looks down at you.

You gasp for air and get met with another hit. Onto the ground you fully went.

A painfull thud was felt against your head and you were out like a light.

Much to the Radio demons amusement.

You even looked peacefull, beaten up on the floor.

It was eternal.

And now it was his.

This sinner.

This sight.

All his.

_____☆_____

Yo, I made the thing. I don't know.

Also on Wattpad

Lol.

Have a nice day/night.

Requests are open as always.

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Tag list: @ceramic-raven , @oo0lady-mad0oo , @ellaprime7 , @ratchetprime211

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zwolfgames · 1 month

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|Mistakes|Platonic Yandere Alastor x fem!reader

Requested: /

Warnings: Alastor, condescending behavior, off putting interactions.

Parts: Part 1, Part 2 (You are here), Part 3

The two of you sat peacefully on the kitchen floor for quite a while. Alastor asked you about songs and he showed you his favourite's in return.

It was quite a sweet moment, considering the situation. Listening music during an extermination. Who would have tought?

Alastor hums along to a song he put on. You have to admit, he has a soothing voice. Indeed perfect for a radio host.

A violent scream of pain from outside shook you out of the calmness.

You had almost forgotten about the death outside...

Alastor eyes you curiously.

You may not know it, but he finds you calming to look at. No sharp edges... that big jellyfish cap. You look.. lets say, squishable.

Tough he knows better then to touch now.

"You aren't scared, are you?" Alastor hums in a sing song manner. Teasing smile on his lips as usual.

"There's no need to be scared when I'm here to protect you." He further widens his grin. You just nod meekly, opting to agree with anything he may say to spare your life.

"Y/N, dear. Don't you think you'd look better with a smile?" Alastor tilts his head so he can look right at you, trough the veil of stinging tendrils.

"No... not really? I don't have a lot to smile about." You blink up at him blankly. You see him tilt his head to the side in either curioustity or annoyance.

"How about you smile for me?" Alastor seems to smile even wider at his own ideas.

You attempt a little smile as to not get murdered on the spot.

Alastor seems content and had to stop himself from tilting your chin up to see better. Tough the only thing really stopping him were your tendrils.

"Y/N, is there perhaps a way for you to not sting?" Alastor asks.. way too obviously.

"No." You answer without hesitation. And even if there was, you wouldn't ever turn them off. Hell is dangerous and this guy is especially dangerous.

"I see. A shame, you look soft to touch." He admits casually. You almost cringe and resist the urge to back off. Why does he pull out the creepy shit after you two had a nice music moment?

A moment of silence passes, its awkard to you but the radio demon seems nothing but pleased.

"Say, my dear. What else do you presume we do while waiting out the extermination?" Alastor asks as if this is some playdate.

And truly, to him it was.

"Um... I have papers somewhere, we can.. draw?" You offer awkardly, you only have a destroyed kitchen to work with here. But you don't think he'd have appreciated playing minecraft anyways.

"Drawing, are you capable of that?" Alastor asks in amusment. You almost feel insulted at the way he asked that.

You just nod and take some papers from a cabinet. Finding pencils was a bit harder but you managed.

And Alastor defenitly noticed that you gave him the better pencil.... How sweet and considerate of you.

He doesn't know a lot of sinners who would do that...

Second mistake: A show of Kindness.

Well, atleast drawing time went on peacefully. Alastor was humming a tune with that radio effect enhancing his voice, it was quite calming and your stress ebbed away from you slowly as you just focussed on your drawing.

You aren't sure how much time passed before Alastor stopped humming but he snapped you out of your creative trance.

"What do you think ,dear?" Alastor smiles a bit more genuinly.

He holds up his pencil drawing of... you. Just You. With your little smile.

You blush faintly in a rather shy manner and try not to look away from his drawing.

You didn't know he had a talent in drawing. You also didn't know you were drawing eachother. Yours was just todays made up OC.

"Thats.. very pretty... I'm flattered." You mutter out in embarrasment. Alastors grin widens.

"I just wanted to capture you, as I carry no camera's on me." Alastor boasts as if that's the coolest thing ever.

"Thats neat." You stick a thumb up, it therefore comes out under your stinging veil.

You notice your mistake quite quickly as your hand is taken in the Radio demons.

"I knew it, soft. You're quite untouched, aren't you? Well, that would be obvious, seeing your ability." Alastor smirks. It's as if his main goal this whole time had been to grab a hold of you.

He's quite cold, pointy fingers. Kinda eery.

"Oh look at your little startled face. You're adorable." Alastor teases with slightly lidded eyes.

You attempt to pull back out of embarrasment but he holds on.

"Are you scared?"

Alastor asked in a more serious voice.

"Not really, you're just cold." You answer simply, hoping thats a decent enough answer.

"Is that so?" Alastor hums, a twitch in his smile as he lets go.

He stands up and summons his cane.

You refrain a flinch as you fear the worst but he instead just summons a couch and a bunch of books.

"Come, sit. We still have some hours to pass."

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zwolfgames · 2 months

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Alastor drawings cuz i like his character design, plus aro ace rep my love!

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zwolfgames · 2 months

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|Mistakes|Platonic Yandere Alastor x fem!reader

Requested: /

Warnings: Alastor, condescending behavior (thats it for part 1)

Parts: Part 1 (you are here) , Part 2 , Part 3

(Takes place before the Hazbin hotel and before Alastors dissapearance. + You have jellyfish features cuz demons have those extra animal things idk.)

(3rd person POV)

Here you were, Y/N L/N. Or well, thats what your mortal name had been.

After twenty harsh years in hell you had just stuck with only Y/N. Died at twenty four, how sad.

Tough thats not your problem at the moment, the real problem is your current situation.

Extermination day.

It had started half an hour ago.. Angels poured from the skies like dark birds, bad omens. Angels of death.

Angelic blasts and weapons rained down upon your neighbourhood. The appartement you had worked so hard for to get was in ruins. Your ceiling had fallen down and blocked you into your windowless kitchen...

Your whole appartment must be destroyed... Just you and your kitchen... If you were lucky, the angels wouldn't search for any sinners here...

And maybe... your unexpected guest would be of aid if they did.

You hadn't dare speak to him.

Alastor... Radio Demon. An overlord.

The red, deer-like demon had shown up in your kitchen when the ceiling crashed down... Why? You didn't dare ask.

Surely he could do some wicked magic nonsese to get out, unlike you and your absolute lack of impressive powers.

Maybe he just tought this would be a good hidey hole. Or he saw you as his next prey... One's clearly nicer then the other.

The tall overlord simply hums in his radio accented tone. Looking at his sharp fingers with that same grin on his face.

It hadn't changed since he came in here. Just kept on smiling.

"Lovely day today, wouldn't you say?"

He spoke... The overlord spoke to you! Shit- now what? Smile and wave! Fall over and die!

"Couldn't be better..." You sigh in clear sarcasm. You don't know what compelled you to play jokes with mister 'could kill you in a snap'. But perhaps you felt doomed enough to just go for it.

Alastor chuckled rather charmingly. Still smiling. His sharp yellow teeth looked... scary, to say the least.

"My my, what positivity. You must be a wonderfull sinner." Alastor grins and looks down at your seated form.

You were simply sitting on the kitchen floor, knees to your chest as you leaned against the wall.

You hum in acknowladgement.

Alastor had eyed your features... You weren't the most common animal he'd seen a sinner be manifested as.

Sure everyone had their human like parts... but.. jellyfish? He's never seen a jellyfish sinner before.

A big, seetrough cap on your head, like that of a jellyfish. It must be attached to your head... Long glossy tendrils hang from it. Practically coating you in a protective curtain.

Alastor wonders if you sting...

"I like your cap. You look more serene then most sinners." Alastor atempts at conversation once more.

"Thanks... I like your horns." You reply, albeit a lot more awkard then he was. Cmon, you can't blame yourself. Overlords are scary!

Alastor keeps smiling. Atleast you were polite enough to compliment back. Your awkardness was amusing.

The clear struggle for survival was evident in your eyes. He liked the look. What? He's a sadistic killer.

"Whats your name, jellyfish girl?" Alastor asked, maybe in a little bit of a belitteling manner... but he was showing intrest. Who's he kidding, he's just bored and he'd rather chat with this sinner then face angels outside.

"Name's Y/N. You- I mean.. I know you- sorry." You retsrain from hitting yourself multiple times.

Alastor chuckles again. Oh how fun, you're getting so nervous just from his presence. Better then the usual fear or fawning tough... he can work with this.

"Alastor, dear. How about some bevarages as we wait out this extermination? Mhh? Im sure your little kitchen has something." Alastor suggests. Oh- hanging out with the Radio demon on extermination day, yea sure, why not?

"Oh.. sure.. I've got... water and fruit juice..." You trail of solemly at your.. clear lack of good options.

"Why, no alchohol, dear? You're a rare creature." Alastor hums in amusement as he takes in your sad fridge. Money came slowly when you were in hell! Okay?! You're not into any shady buisiness... so.

"So thats a no to drinks...?" You ask awkardly.

"I'll take water." Alastor answers.

You nod and serve him a glass of water. Atleast your fridge still works, so it's cold.

Alastor gently takes the glass and takes a sip. He sits down next to you on the floor. Albeit at a respectfull distance. Maybe cuz he just doesn't like being close... or he wants you to feel safe. Wich, good try but you don't.

"So, Y/N. Those tendrils of yours. Do they sting?" Alastor asks with a broad smile.

"Yup. From what i've seen, really badly." You nod, getting just a tad bit more comfrotable now since you two were just talking about random things.

Alastor raised a brow, and he does the dumbest thing you have ever witnessed... wich seemed highly unlikely of an overlord.

He grabbed a tendril... What is this dude thinking?!

You saw the signature 'zap' sparkle trough the overlord. His hair fizzed up and he was out like a light.

Did he take your defences as a challange or something? What now? You've accidently killed lower sinners with your sting but... an overlord would be fine... right?

He's just.. sleepy...

You sigh and lay him down properly on the floor and try to find something to cushion his head with... Not a lot of good options in your kitchen... a bunch of towels it is then!

You managed to make the unconcious Radio Demon atleast a little comfy.

You awkardly try to get his hair flat again so he wouldn't... remember, maybe?

You were mid stroke when Alastors red eyes shot open. You flinch back immeadiatly as he gets up.

Tough instead of striking you, he laughs.

"A dangerous little thing you are, mhh?" Alastor chuckles and observes you.

"I suppose so.. sorry." You rub your neck, hoping he wouldn't oblivirate you for... well him touching your tendrils. It's defenitly his own fault, but that doesn't work like that with overlords.

"Don't be sorry dear. I should have believed you. Is that the full extent of your powers?" Alastor muses and looks at you closer.

Atleast you knew that if he were to physically try and attack you, he'd just get zapped like everyone else, good to know.

"I.. think so. It's like a protective little shield.." You answer with a nod. Alastor seems amused by the way that action makes your jellyfish cap bobble along.

"I can see that... don't like being touched, do you, dear?" Alastor asks with a toothy grin. You nod again.

"May I know why?" Alastor follows up.

"..No." You decide.

Alastor let's out a dramatic gasp.

"Oh deer, such attitude." He smirks and looks upon your messed up kitchen.

Deer puns... wow...

Oh a little mystery. How fun. You deem to be quite amusing.

Alastor keeps staring at you. It's making you feel a bit intimidated.

"... Music?" You suggest quietly. Looking up at him carefully. Holding out an earbud.

"From this... thing?" Alastor narrowed his red eyes.

You nod. "It's an earbud. Connected to my phone... my whole living room is in shambles so... no other means of music.. listening?" Your words were getting messed up as you were set under this demons scruntionizing gaze.

"Fine.." Alastor sighs in distaste. You notice you've messed up so your music choice had to be top notch!

He's from 19... 20? Something? Old. He's an old guy... old music... What does your downloaded list have to offer.

Frank Sinatra...

Who doesn't love that guy! Best guess. All or nothing.

As Alastor tries his best to put an earbud in his strange deer ears, you play the music.

It takes a couple seconds but the deer demon seems... content. A little sparkle in his eyes!

Yes, you guessed right! Take that, anxiety!

First mistake: Sharing good music.

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I really like splitting one shots into parts on here and then just upload just one whole thing on Wattpad, its just so cool to see feedback.

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zwolfgames · 2 months

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Yandere Draco Malfoy x reader (Part 3)

Requested by: /

Warnings: Talks of murder, unlogical magic use, abuse of spells, violence and yandere stuff.

Parts: Part 1 , Part 2

And it was ass-

Draco woke up early to do his hair, insisting that he'd do yours aswell. And no, you were never as high end as him, so getting all these forgein products put into your hair wasn't pleasant.

He began choosing your weekend outfits. Styled your school robes when he didn't approve of how ruffled they were, he even went as far as to push you into the bathroom to shower when he found you too greasy. By wich you mean everyday....

You hadn't expected the blonde to be such a control freak, but he was. Okay, maybe you should have...

Currently, you were simply walking down a secluded hall.. again, when the statue next to you and Draco let its axe drop.

You weren't fast enough to completly save your most controlling friend, tough you did pull him into you out of reflex. A bleeding cut was created on his left arm... but it was better then getting an axe trough your head, you suppose.

Draco screams out in angony and you wince as the sound hurt your ears.

You drag the fool with you to the infirmairy while he's crying out in pain, hoping you get there before he passes out because in no way are you strong enough to carry this lanky kid.

You grit your teeth as you think back to the now thrid attempt at Draco's life. What student even has the balls to attempt this even once? And how had the teachers not caught them?

And why is Harry Potter staring at you and Draco from behind a corne-

What.

You whip your head around to face the chosen one who freezes as he's caught.

"I can explain-" He stutters out with his hands up to show his innocence.

"Did you try to kill him?" You ask simply while Draco's just screaming.

"No-"

"Okay." You turn back around and keep walking, you had bigger problems then Potter's questions right now.

"What? No wait-" He runs after you as you keep walking.

You don't really react as you keep dragging Draco away to the infirmairy.

Mrs.Pomfrey gasps in shock as you bring Draco in, she immeadiatly gets to work and you can finally drop the screaming blonde onto a bed, tough he's mostly just crying now.

Draco demands that you hold his other hand while Pomfery heals his arm.

So you suck up your free will and sit next to his bedside to hold his hand.

Harry hasn't left... Just stares at the scene in confusion.

"Why are you friends with Malfoy?" The dark haired boy asks.

You eye him for a moment, as you've never talked before.

"I'm not." You shrug and Draco almost snarls.

".. You are." The blonde croaks out in pain, just to correct you.

You roll your eyes and Harry's frown tightens.

"Do you have any clue's on who's trying to kill him?" Harry asks, as if the target isn't right by you two.

"A student, thats all I know. And if you're going to be asking questions atleast make it less obvious that you're interogating us." You scoff and the boy bites his lip, pushing his glasses back up.

"I want to help-"

"Yourself. We know."

You finish for him and he looks baffled.

"Thats not what I was going to say." Harry frowns more, fidgeting with his sleeves.

"But it was what you meant. It's a student, thats all I know. Now shoo because the more I talk to you the harder this git squishes my hand." You side glare at Draco who is currently glaring at Harry.

"Then let go of him. He'll be fine on his own, come help us search." Harry suggests a bit calmly now.

Wow, you've never tought of just letting go- Ofcourse you had! Draco just had a deathgrip on your hand.

"This doesn't concern you, Potter." You shake your head. Harry steps closer to look you in the eye.

"No, it does concern me. Nothing at this school ever happens without Voldemort being behind it, it has to be some kind of elaborate plan to get the schools defences down." Harry tries to convince you.

"Ah yes, killing Lucius' son is gonna bring all of Hogwarts down! The worst it's gonna do is have Draco's dad sue the school or something." You explain.

"You know his father?" Harry asks in disbelief. "Well not personally, why?" You ask in confusion, eyebrows scrunching together.

"He's evil." Harry whispers as if he isn't being glared at by the blonde.

"Yea so? Thats not my problem?" You shrug again and ignore the pulling on your hand from a clearly annoyed Slytherin.

"What? That... Y/N, just help us, you're with Draco all the time, and you've saved him too. We can solve this together." Harry starts again with his proposal.

"No, Potter, let the teachers solve things for once, go study or something. And why do you know my name?" You narrow your (e/c) eyes.

Harry stiffens. From what you've heard of Draco's shittalking, he's quite the stalker. Tough you'd never expected to be a victim of it.

"Don't worry about it, you're well known-"

"I'm not."

"You're friends with a Malfoy."

"I'm not." You repeat again.

"..You are.." Draco buts in again.

You sigh at the absurdity of this all. Harry wanted that thrill of mystery. Draco wanted a friend he could control and you just wanted to pass this year.

Very diffrent wants and needs. Not compatible.

So you'd ditch them both.

Easy as that.

When Draco was allowed out of the infirmairy you helped him back up to your shared room and ran off as fast as you could.

Two goals in mind, catch the mystery person and avoid everyone else.

So, out of pure desperation, you stole a polyjuice potion from proffesor Snape's supply. How, you may ask. You snuk a letter up under the door of his office that said he was needed by Dumbledore in terms of his potions career. It couldn't be too obvious, but it seems you had nailed it.

So without furder ado, you threw a hair of your blonde 'friend' into the potion. You had snatched a Slytherin tie from his closet. Quite an idiotic descicion to let you live in his dorm...

Oh well. You were transformed in a matter of minutes, tried to adjust the now blonde hair back to how neat Draco usually had it and set off to go find the most secluded and dark places off the castle.

If they wanted Draco malfoy dead, then they'd have to try harder.

It didn't take long before you felt watched. But you had to keep the cocky air up around you. Chin up, back straight.

And bam! A spell again! Right past your face from behind. Since you weren't actually Draco, you had been on guard. And this time this sucker wasn't getting away.

You chugged down a speed potion, accio-ing your broom as you ran after the person. Draco's height aided your sprint, tough you hoped the polyjuice potion didn't affect your own pyshical abilities because you doubt that Draco could hold up running as long as you.

Your broom flew into your hand not long after, stealing tricks from Potter wasn't a bad idea as long as no-one saw it!

You didn't even sit on the long stick, no time for that. You just let it drag you along as it flew. You didn't know brooms could even work like that, but your will power was enough for it to do so.

You pushed off against walls as you followed this person into the darker parts of the castle. Deeper into the dungeons. They must have realised long ago that you weren't Draco, or they'd have tried something to hurt you.

Glidinf off of stairs, ignoring the harsh thuds you made against walls and the layers of skin under your pants that were getting torn up by your landing and frantic turns and collisons.

It could all be fixed. As long as you finally caught this damm person it would all be worth it.

With a last jump you caught onto the persons black hood, togging it off and holding in to keep them in your grip.

A feminine yelp left the wrongdoer's mouth as you threw her onto the ground. Letting your broom fly out of your hands so you could pull out you wand, aimed right at her neck.

A....

A child....

First year, maybe.... second year?

You didn't know. But you eyes widened at the sight of this... scared girl.

But now's not the time to be weak, who knows, maybe she took a polyjuice potion too to get the wrong person jailed.

"Explain, right now." You demand in a snarl. It must have looked a lot more intimidating considering you had Draco's face at the moment... It was strange hearing his voice say your words...

"I-I only want him dead!" The girl shouts out. You stiffen and tug her up by the hair.

"And why?" You narrow your now grey eyed gaze. Glaring harshly.

"His father ruined my family! Why are you helping him!?" The girl sobbed. You weren't sure what to do...

Let a kid kill Draco or just turn her in...

You couldn't let her roam free and try again. If Draco actually died you'd be suspicious too.... And intergogated. Truth serum and bam, they had you as the one that let the murderer get away.

Is that a selfish tought?

Are you allowed to think that way?

"I'm helping him because I'm not letting someone die, Malfoy or not." You bite back.

"Thats stupid, he's using you! Let me go!" The girl tries to kick you, a quick 'Stupefy' to the face knocks her right out.

No, you made your desciscion, better safe then sorry. You'd just... deliver her to Dumbledore... Thats better then.. Snape? Better then McGonnagall? Atleast punishment wise. Maybe.. they'd just send her to therapy?

Yea.. lets believe in that...

You carried the girl out of the dungeons. Exhausted by the end of the stairs. If only you knew a spell to make bodies float, too bad thats a Potter exclusive.

After some breaks and huffs, you got to Dumbledore's way too high up office.

Trying to make the walls open or whatever, you hadn't ever been here before...

And you still looked like Draco...

Oh this day couldn't get any worse.

You managed to open the gateway, dropped the kid on a chair at Dumbledore's office and looked him in the eye.

"Malfoy, what brings you and Delaine here?" Dumbledore inquires calmly.

"It's L/N, sir. This is the girl thats been trying to kill Malfoy, excuse my looks..." You sigh and run a hand trough your- Draco's hair. Too much gel for your liking...

"L/N? I see. And how did you aquire a polyjuice potion?" Dumbledore asked with an amused smile.

He didn't look mad but you were'nt going to risk it.

"Lucius Malfoy aided me and Draco in our plan, sir." You lied spontaniously. The old man didn't seem to question it and just nodded.

....

"She isn't going to.. Azkaban, right?" You ask in a whisper.

"No... Miss Delaine hasn't killed anyone... yet. She'll be undergoing a trial. I'll be sure to give your house twenty points for your heroic behavior. You like it on the down low, don't you?" Dumbledore smiles.

You stiffen at his sudden.. correct assumption.

You tought he knew lots, but to know personal things about you? Some random student? Weirdo...

What's he? All seeing?

"You're dismissed, L/N. Be sure to visit the imfirmairy, you look quite rustled." Dumbledore advised and opens the gateway for you again.

You nod and walk out.

Only when the door closes again does your calm expression twist into guilt...

You just ruined some girls life... Not as bad as going to Azkaban... but you defenitly fucked it up..

But.. but it would have been worse for her if she had actually killed Draco. You keep repeating that all the way to the infirmairy.

Why did it have to be some kid?

You weren't sure wether to tell Draco the morning after.

You had come back to the dorm, no strange onlookers glared at you now that you looked liked Draco.

Tough you watched in the mirror as the potions' effects wore off. As the blonde melted back into (h/c) and your body became your own again.

All while you saw the person you were sleeping behind you.

He wasn't even tucked in correctly...

So you did that first... then went to bed yourself.

And now here you were, with Draco gushing over how amazing you looked with the Slytherin tie and how you should steal his clothes more often.

You refrained from looking angry since he didn't need to know all about your reasons for it.

A shame you forgot to change before going to sleep...

He made you wear that tie for the whole day.

It was like a claim.

You weren't sure how you felt about this whole 'friendship' anymore now that the murder problem had been resolved...

Maybe you'd just stick around untill one of the teachers officially announces that the case was solved.

You just wanted your old friends back, your old roomates...

But luck was never on your side.

Not a week after, it had been revealed, wich seemed good. You weren't mentioned, just like Dumbledore knew you wanted.

But oh boy. Someone else knew.

Lucius Malfoy.

The man himself came to visit Hogwarts and singled you and Draco out after dinner.

Exposing your heroic deeds and making Draco like you even more.

he assumed you cared about him to do all this. You just had the basic human decency to not let someone die.

Thats all there was to it.

Atleast on your side.

After Lucius' visit, Draco didn't let you leave him like you had planned.

And you were finally fed up.

Packing your stuff, you'd just move back to your dorm without asking.

"What do you think you're doing?" Draco stood in the doorway. Closing the door behind him as he walked in.

"Moving back. The murder is solved." You state calmly, trying not to provoke anything in the blonde.

"Y/N, you can't do that." He shakes his head and opens your wardrobe again to put your clothes back.

"I can. I've helped you, it's over now." You refuse and put the clothes back in your suitcase.

Draco's face twists into a frown as he comes closer.

"We're not over."

"That isn't what I said-"

"You're mine, Y/n."

Draco announces so directly you needed a moment for the shock to pass so that that cringe feeling could swarm over you.

"Excuse me?" You ask in offence.

"You're mine. In everyway a person could be mine." Draco elaborates, it isn't making his words any better."

"You're sounding absurd." You facepalm but your wrist gets snatched and pulled to his chest.

"You don't understand. I want you in every way there is to want. You're my soulmate. Platonically, Romantically- whatever ally there is. You're the first true friend I've had. You're mine." Draco grins slightly... pshycotically.

Sure mental problems are allowed but keep them to yourself, jeez.

"Did someone make you chug a love potion? Go sober up in the corner and then we'll talk." You keep your cool. Even if you're freaking out on the inside. He isn't acting normal. This has to be a potion of somekind.

Surely it is.

"My father has already agreed that I can court you, Y/N. Don't you see how good this could be for you.?" Draco smiles, trying to convince you of his ultimate love.

You cringe and try to back away, but the blonde just backs you up more into the wardrobe.

"Don't fight our bond." Draco whispers rather creepily.

You'd rather fight both the bond and him if you could choose.

But the moment that you did, or well, attempted to punch him, you were out like a light.

Just like that girl you caught, Draco had 'stupefied' you too.

Knocked out cold for him to gush over.

He just needed a friend that wouldn't leave him.

A friend that wasn't fake.

And you were perfect, seeing as you had no trouble insulting him.

So you were his.

You'd stay his.

You had chosen wrong.

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Kinda lame ending, I know.

But I mean, good enough for a long ass one shot like this. Coudln't let it get too long.

Requests are always open. This is also on Wattpad (its one whole chapter there), and request can be done there too! Whatever you prefer!

have a nice day/night <3

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Words: 5210 (If you read all three parts)

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zwolfgames · 2 months

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Yandere Draco Malfoy x reader (Part 2)

Requested by: /

Warnings: Slight forced friendship

part one here: Part 1 , Part 3

It's been a week since the accident.

The hallway had been closed of for a few days to investigate but after finding nothing aching to magic traces, they re-opened it so that whatever poor sucker walks in next could aslo get a chandelier on their head!

But thats besides the point. Draco hadn't stopped writing notes to his father, each one more urgent as he didn't want to genuinly die at Hogwarts. Wich you found reasonable, you weren't that invested into the student life either.

Obviously Harry Potter and his gang had to investigate behind the teachers' backs. because 'Oh it could have been Voldemort trying to distract Harry!'. You'd like to tell Potter to wake up and show him that not everythings about him, but essentially it is, so you'd just shut up.

After about two weeks, Draco had promtly decided that because you saved his ass, you two were now friends.

Not an arrangement you agreed with, as the biy just wouldn't leave you alone! Or worse, he'd scare your other friends away!

"C'mon Y/N. You can't be friends with such.. lowly people... I'm better for you in every possible way." Draco boasted after he had glared at the girl you were talking too. You were littarly only talking about homework and he still intervened.

"Malfoy, I am one of those." You dead panned and looked at him in annoyance.

"I told you to call me Draco." He glares slightly. You're unfazed by his nasty snarls by now.

"Yea, I know. i'm just ignoring your requests." You shrugged and simply walked on to class. The blonde followed suit tugging you back by your robes' hood so you'd be next to him.

You simply rolled your eyes, slowing your pace so he wouldn't tug at you again like the attention seeker he is.

Luckily, he didn't share this class with you, so he had to pout and walk off when you arrived at your door.

Sure it was nice that he wasn't an asshole anymore, atleas tto you... But the constant intrusion of your day was getting annoying. You had friends, you had a life and he wasn't able to just worm himself in, no he wanted all of your time and it showed.

Who could have tought someone would go that deep with trauma bonding...

And then, for absolute no reason, it happened again. You were walking in the halls, too secluded for your liking.

Draco was chatting your ear off about potions and how everyone else does it worse then you two.... he doesn't even let you do anything... so at this point he's just boasting about his own skills.

But a quick flash of red alerts you as it pelt straight at Draco's face. You tug him towards you in a quick motion, the fired spell blasts against the wall and ignites a fire.

A flash of a silhoutte speeds away from the other end of the hall and before you know it you're speeding after them.

Draco shouts for you to stop but catching who-ever almost killed the blonde twice was way more important.

Your robes ruffles due to your fast sprint. You keep catching glances of this person fleeng behind corners. Finally, you think you've managed to catch them in a dead end!

But no, this sumb castle has to play favourites with the attempted murderers and open the wall just to troll you.

You bang your fist on the wall in anger as you failed to catch the mystery person.

After a few minutes Draco comes running up behind you, visibly exhausted.

"It's a student." You huff with a cold look.

"A student? Trying to kill me? Don't they know who my father-"

"They do. Why do you think they want you dead? Either they hate you or they hate your dad." You scoff and pat your robes back down.

"Well if I'm being targeted then so are you. We come as a pair." Draco announces proudly.

"We don't. Who said that?" You frown in distaste.

"I decided it." Draco smirks and wraps his arm around your shoulder.

Expensive cologne penetrates your sense of smell.

"If thats so then I think it's better we part ways so I'm no longer a target." You shake your head. Draco visibly stiffens and his eyes darken slightly.

"Not happening. I need you close to keep you safe." He explains as if even a single word of that was true.

"... Draco, I'm the one keeping you safe." You scowl and the blonde bites his lip.

"You're scared..." You narrow your eyes, voice now a whisper.

Draco looks offended and doesn't say anything back, thats more then enough of an answer for you.

"Fine. I'll stick around." You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

"Good." Draco simply smirks and lowers his arm to your waist.

"You'll be staying in my dorm then, to keep me safe." He smiles smugly. You deadpann at the idea alone. One, that would never be approved, and two, no thanks.

"Not happening." You shake your head again. (h/c) hair swaying in the motion.

"I'll make it happen." Draco's expression tightens as he walks away from the wall with you in his hold.

You're starting to get creeped out by both the mystery person and your... friend.

And just like he said, it would happen, it did.

You don't know how he convinced Snape and your house's teacher to make this move happen, but it did. He must have paid them off... there's no other way.

So here you were, being glared at by other Slytherins as you moved your trunk to Draco's dorm.

Where did he throw his other roomates? Not a clue.

Was this even safer for both of you? Especially for you?

You gulp as Draco opens the door for you. He seems too overjoyed at this move.

You drop your trunk by one of the beds, a bit weirded out by the absolute lack if windows in the Slytherin dungeon. What's wrong with sunlight, huh?

Ans just like that, you've found yourself a new roomate....

Couldn't get it done in two parts either, but It's gonna be one chpater on Wattpad instead of in parts like its here so it doens't matter.

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zwolfgames · 3 months

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Yandere Draco Malfoy x reader (Part 1)

Requested by: /

Warnings: None yet.

Not yandere yet, this is a part one.

parts: Part 2 , Part 3

(3rd person POV)

Potions, always goddamm potions.

Yea, you hated the subject with a burning passion, as did many of your peers. Who could blame you when the teacher was such a greasy haired git.

You've had to suffer professor Snape's tyrany since you were eleven. But this, this is the last straw.

"Hello? Earth to who-ever you are. Atleast move."

Some annoying, grating voice whined in your ear.

Draco Malfoy, your potions partner for this year. He didn't seen happy with you either, as you're not one of his pure-blooded slaves.

"..Sorry." You sigh silently, did you want to punch him? Yes, but his dads Lucius Malfoy, so unless you wanted your parents to go bankrupt, you'd shut up.

Malfoy scoffs and pushes you aside so he can reach some random worm like ingredient.

You retreat back to your spot at the cutting board and cut up the root infront of you like the instructions said. As much as you hate the Slytherin you're working with, he knows what he's doing. Probably the only upside of this arrangement: good grades.

"Not that small. Gods you're useless." Malfoy grits his teeth and takes the knife away from you. He reminds you a bit of your friends' mean mother. So controlling and arrogant.

"They're as big as the instructions say." You almost scoff but you keep in a nasty scowl as to not anger mister blondie.

"The instructions are wrong. I've made this potion before, it's better if the roots are in bigger pieces." Malfoy lectures absentmindly and starts anew. At this point you'd just let him do everything since you do it wrong anyways.

But no, he'd tell you off and call you names. So what does he want you to do? You don't know. He doesn't want you to do anything but you also can't do nothing. At this point you should just drink the unfinished potion and see if thats alright for him.

The potions class ticks by incredibly slow. Due to not wanting to piss Malfoy off, you end up being the one who just has to hand him stuff and wash the used lab materials. Utterly boring, but oh well.

You don't think you're going to last a week more with him before you get mad and let loose all the damm insults you've carefully crafted.

But would it be worth it to endure years of bullying just to smack that smug grin off of his face? Yes. Yes it would.

But no! Don't doom yourself now, potions class is only for... Another hour. Okay yea, you're not making it trough this one.

"L/N, spoon." Malfoy orders and holds his pale hand out for a spoon you're supposed to hand him.

"It's next to you." You answer plainly. Not wanting your irritation to show.

"I didn't ask for words, I asked for the spoon." Malfoy snarls, as a 'last warning'.

"It's next to you."

You repeat calmly. This bossy Slytherin turns his head around in such a quick snap you almost feared he'd broken something.

You facial expression remains neutral, while on the inside, you're screaming at yourself to jump out of the window.

"The. Spoon." Malfoy hisses angrilly.

"It's. Next. To. You." You mimick him, done with this absolute shit.

"My father will-"

"Hear about this. We know Malfoy." The dude in the group next to you speaks. Neat, people who're not against you.

Malfoys eye twitches a bit before he glares at you with cold grey eyes.

He finally grabs the spoon himself and stirs the potion at a pace wich, to your knowladge, is way too fast for this potion.

A minute later, you were proven absolutly correct as the dark blue goo explodes and douses you, Malfoy and some neighbouring students under the hot slushie of grossness.

You hear multiple sounds of distaste around you, tough your vision is mostly obscured by the goo you refuse to let enter you eyes.

"Who did this?!" You hear a loud and angry voice... and theres the worst part of the day, Snape's wrath.

"Malfoy did!" Some brave student pipes up. Poor soul, thats the last you'd ever hear of her this class.

The blonde lets out an audible snarl of rage as he's tattletailed on. Hopefully he also has goo in his eyes, so that he won't be able to see who snitched.

"Malfoy, five points from Slytherin." Snape ends this quickly and sends all the damaged students off to the closest lavatorys to wash up.

You walk half blindly trough the hallways in search of a lavatory. A hand on the top of your back seems to be leading you, you haven't a clue who it is but you mumble a quick 'thank you'.

You reach a lavatory with the help of the mystery person and wash up. Tough when you're done washing the gunk out of your face alone, they're already gone... a shame.

As such, weeks go by of Hogwarts lessons. Malfoy's still a bitch, but that was expected, atleast it's only in potions class...

So it is to your dear surprise when the blonde himself comes up to you in the hall.

"L/N. When do you want to make that potions paper? I don't like making things last minute." Draco scoffs as he stands before you with his arms crossed.

You didn't have a problem with making things last minute. But bratty mac brat face did, ofcourse.

"I'm free now, if thats fine." You sigh and get mentally ready for this study session if he said yes.

"Great. Library." Draco organizes chastely and walks past you towards the library. Unfortunatly, trough a less popular part of the. Now, if he were to stick a wand up your nose you'd have no witnesses...

Tough, all goes well, Draco seems to actually just want to get this done. So you two silently walk to the slightly dark hallway.

You hear him sigh as you two walk, you're a bit on edge, yes. You've heard about Malfoy's urges to hex people.

Nothing happens... he just keeps walking.

That is untill you hear a creak from up above and a nasty metal sound.

You body reacted before you even knew.

You jumped at Draco like some kind of tiger and rolled onto the floor with him as the chandelier you two were under had crashed where he had just stood.

You blink rapidly to get the dust out of your eyes and stare at what could have been both of your dooms.

Draco coughs up some dust and focusses his gaze onto the chandelier just before he was about to insult you for pushing him.

"Did you do that-" You two asked in sinc.

Draco sighs as he realizes you have no clue either.

You get up and pull the blonde up with you. A lame 'thanks' comes out of his mouth as a mumble.

"So... You know, like who did that?" You look on at the chandelier in shock, your life had just flashed before your eyes.

"Maybe it was a coincidence?" Draco suggests. You side glare at him.

"Obviously not. Everyone hates you, someone must have tried killing you." You sneer now, realising you just risked your life to save him.

"Hate me? I'm the most popular boy in this school- outside of Potter- But my word still stands!" Draco protests. Glaring at you with cold grey eyes.

"You're a loud mouthed, insulting git. But sure, if thats how you wanna be know, do continue." You furrow your brows.

"Excuse me?! You could be a bit nicer after saving my life-" Draco stops mid sentance as he realises it himself.

"You... saved my life? Why?" Draco's voice gets quiter.

"Honestly, I don't know. I just did." You shrug, not wanting to make as big of a deal of it as it truly was.

"... Thank you. Y/N." Draco speaks, full on eye contact.

You've never heard him say your name... first name at that, in such a.. non mocking manner.

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrasment.

"No problem... Let's go report this to a trusted adult." You brush off and start walking.

"Trusted adult? Really?" Draco snickers in amusement at your words and behavior. It's like your little life saving action opened his eyes.

You weren't incompetent anymore. No longer an annoyance. You were just.. Y/N L/N.

"Well I can't say teacher, theres a lot of teachers I ouldn't even trust to hold my pen." You scoff. Draco perks up in curiosity and walks next to you.

"Spill." He muses simply. Looking at you from the side.

"Obviously Filch. Snape, just because he seems to hate me. Umbridge, it explains itself. Dumbledore, don't ask, its a personal grudge." You roll your eyes and Draco nods, amused.

"Fair enough. So who are we telling?" He asks you as you two walk down the halls. Now on edge as the one trying to murder you both may be around.

"Uh... How about McGonnagall? Or maybe Sprout. I'm sure they'll care." You answer and keep walking. Draco nods along. Wow, this is the first time you two must have agreed on something.

You two end up finding proffesor Sprout's office first. Draco takes the lead in explaining the events and your houses both get five points... for not dying you suppose. Or maybe not being as stupid as Harry Potter and his squad and actually telling a teacher whats going on.

As you'd expected, the woman instructed you two to go to your dorms for the night, dinner would be in seperate houses as the school would be inspecting for the evening.

You and Draco parted ways, tough you could see the reluctance in the blonde's eyes as you were about to walk away.

So with a deep sigh you walked him to the Slytherin dungeons entrance and walked back on your own from there.

This one shot was way too long for me to finish in one writing session, so it's getting split. Woops.

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zwolfgames · 4 months

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Yandere Platonic MHA x Child!reader (aftermath)

Part one of this post.

(Warnings: Baby-ing, malicious quirk use, yandere, kidnapping, short epilogue)

(3rd person POV)

You know how life used to suck?

It sucks even more now.

You felt like an infant. These people just kept.... baby-ing you. Sure you were eight but this was ridiculous!

You survived years out on the street alone and now they had the audacity to baby you. Riduculous.

Actually, speaking of your age... You weren't eight... technically you were ten. But they had.... rejuvenated you... forcefully.

A kid, one you had become friends with. A nice girl named Eri. Had been trained to use her powers not too long ago, and what did she do with them? (More like, what she was forced to do with them.) She used her quirk to make you younger, wind your body back two years. Now, you were eight, still.

For the rest, nothing had really changed. Class 1A had gotten clingier. I mean, it's impossible to deny affection forever. A hug was nice yes... but not on practically every moment of the day!

They were a clingy bunch. Aizawa was no diffrent. You were starting to fear he was delusional enough to actually think he was your dad.

But all good things must come to an end.

It was a regular thuesday, you were disguised with a wig and were out on a stroll with Aizawa and some students. To the mall!

Oh great heavens! How delightfull!

Is what you would say if you gave a f-

I mean. Look, yes they were buying you stuff but you had... everything. You didn't need the newest copy of some dragon toy. You had a shelve of them.

As you get shown the whole toy store you spot a figure outside. A hooded man staring straight at you.

A red glint came from under his hood. Perhaps his eye. You raised and eyebrow at him and he waved before leaving.

'Creepy...' You defined it and moved your gaze back at the random colorfull toy they were showing you (shoving in your face).

You tought it had been just another uneventfull day, and that you'd be stuck right back into your room. Door locked, window locked.

But no!

Surpise, surprise!

The lights went out! What an event.

Such rang your sarcastic toughts. That is untill a hand clasped over your mouth and silenced you. Perhaps a gloved hand...?

You weren't sure. But maybe that wasn't your biggest issue of the moment.

The person holding you began to push you away from Aizawa and his classmates.

You didn't know what was happening but hey, something new!

You walked infront of the random person as they pushed you away, trough the panicked crowd in the mall.

You got taken outside and straight into a portal.

Wow, never knew kidnapping was so easy. The criminal probably didn't know it either, perhaps he expected you to struggle but you just walked along.

You arrived in a bar-like room, some people in weird outfits stared you down.

The man holding you firmly sat you down on a chair and tied you to it with a rope. You deadpann and look unfazed. Its not like this was your first time getting restrained.

Not to mention. You used to be a street kid.

"What's your name kiddo?" The hooded man said in a raspy tone as he crouched down in front of you and took his hood off, revealing light blue messy hair and piercing red eyes.

"Why do you look like that?" You ask the man without an ounce of hesitation. What could you say? You've been living with Bakugou for two years. Not to mention class 1-A had let you say whatever the hell you wanted with no reprecussions.

The red eyed man looked taken aback as another weirdo in the back snickers.

"Who. Are. You." He said firmly, his eyebrows creasing. Oh, he was getting serious.

"Y/N." You answer simply. No certain expression on your face. Just plain cold indiffrence.

Perhaps not what this man was expecting from child.

"Well Y/N. You're a hostage of the league of villains now. We will use you against the heroes-"

"Yes, I've figured that out already." You interupt him and he looks ready to strangle you.

"Well I'm Shigaraki-"

"I don't care." You deadpann at him. Gaze unintrested as you stare Shigaraki down.

"Can you shut up-"

"No." You say in a heartbeat. Were you challenging him on purpose. Yes.

You wanted some action. Hate. Something other then that suffocating adoration class 1-A had for you.

And it seems you would get what you wanted.

Untill the crusty man began laughing.

Hysterically even. Full on villain laugh.

"You have some balls kid. I'll give you that. Now why are you so calm huh?" He cocks his head mockingly.

"You wouldn't understand." You sigh and look off to the side.

"Oh but I do. They've kept you prisoner. We know it all. Those puny heros love you." He continues laughing, practically in your face. You were counting his teeth.

"So now. We will use you against them. And don't worry, as long as you stay nice and obedient in your little chair, no harm will come to you." He explains and pats your head in a mocking way.

"Okay." You shrug and don't react any other way. Shigaraki stops his movement and just stares at you in tought.

"Just okay?" He blinks and kneels down to your level.

"Just okay." You nod and the villain is speechless for a moment. That is before he laughs again.

Yea, this was a start to a new page in your life!

You felt new and less trapped, even while being tied to a chair!

So just like that, your stay with the LOV began. You got to know the members. Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Toga, Dabi, Spinner, Twice.

All weird people. But you weren't treated like a toddler anymore so you'd take it.

They could laugh at your attitude. And even if you were the hostage here, they still let you do a lot.

You scraped you knee on the floor once, and instead of being treated like you were on the verge of dying, Toga smacked a bandage on it and pat your head.

It was paradise. Life was great. Finally.

Just relax, do stupid things, eat ice-cream past 8 pm. No bedtime!

A true childs dream.

Did they sometimes come back bloody? Yes. But that was not your concern and you liked it that way.

Who cares that they wete villains? Atleast they treated you with respect. You told them of your street days and they related!

They had been alone too. Outcast.

It's like finding some sort of group of friends.

Tough after a while you noticed that Shigaraki stopped calling the heroes to notify them of their deal.

They'd come get you, and the villains could ambush them.

But... it seems that plan was discarded.

Altough this place didn't feel as suffocating, you were beginning to realise that just like before. You'd get stuck.

Did you prefer this place? Perhaps you did. Villains weren't as cuddley. With exception for Toga...

But It's not like you could actually do something about it.

You were still a hostage. And thats what they called you. Tough you noticed how they slipped up sometimes and called you kid instead.

Or other familial names.

Okay... so perhaps you were getting stuck indeed...

That all changed the day a knock at the door was heard. 'Pizza delivery'. It said.

No, you know what it was.

Heroes. They stormed in and flung their attacks.

Twice grabbed you and ran out, leaving clones of both you and him behind.

It was no use as you were chased by a feral looking Aizawa.

'Its like an extreme version of tag' You told yourself in your mind.

Twice gets pelted to the floor and you get picked up by Aizawa as he runs off.

He gets stopped aswell. Dabi close on his tail.

Blue fire licked at your feet as it hit Aizawa in the back. You fell and rolled a bit further. Getting up like the big brave kid you were.

You sprint away. No way were you dealing with this.

As you ran, Aizawa attacked Dabi relentlessly. Seeing red as he yelled at Dabi for almost hurting you.

What a pathetic display. Off all the things heroes and villains could dight over, they chose a kid.

But whatever. You ran, out of the LOV, away from everyone.

This would be it.

Freedom.

It was all yours!

Ignoring the yelling in the distance you zoomed trough the alleys and streets.

Just get away from them. Thats all you were focussing on.

Maybe you'd end up homeless on the street again. But you didn't care.

You'd be free.

You were free...

You did it.

For now.

I know Y/N is a bit out of character compared to the last one but it is because of their 2 years of living with class 1-A!

Ok bye now have a nice day/night!

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zwolfgames · 4 months

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Yandere!various!That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime x gn!cat!reader

Requested: JosephCruz118

(Warnings: Forced marrige, neko reader, reincarnation.)

(3rd person POV)

Welp, there it went. The end of your life.

Just like that.

A strange way to begin, but thats what happens in the tragidy that is your life.

You were graduating, finally, after years of being a student, you could walk out of this building and live.

Well... Your classmates would. But you just so happned to get the short end of the stick.

You were simply walking down a hall, when some... pshycothic man pushed you out of the open window.

Sending you pummeling down three stories.

The last things you heard were some disgusting cracks and screams... just screams.

Embracing the sudden coldness of the world, you felt life leaving you.

'Wish I'd have landed on my feet for once in my damm life... Maybe feel loved for once...' Your last toughts echo trough your head, a thumping pain in your cracked skull.

And then it all just fades.

Thats it, the end of Y/N L/N.

Missed by many, but never got far in life.

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A fresh breath of air enters your lungs.

You shock awake, laying on a warm grassy field. The green blades carresing your skin as the wind moves them.

The sun shines brilliantly above you, almost blinding you as you flutter your (e/c) eyes open.

'What in the fuck-knuckles is this bright nonsense?' You squeeze your eyes shut once more and groan in displeasure. This was not what you wanted to see in death.

You once again open your eyes, feeling a bit light sensetive at the moment. But you hold your hand to your forehead, blocking out the suns harsh rays.

After a moment of adjusting to the new lighting, you take your hand away and look around.

Big grass field... Surrounded by forest. Huh, what a strange afterlife.

You take another breath of fresh air, crisp... crisp air. No pollution noticable.

'Yea... Now hold up a minute.' You talk to yourself in your head, standing up and looking at your hands. No blood, no rocks or dirt.

Yea, somethings wrong here.

Especially that elongated feeling in your tailbone. Weird.... thats new-

Oh my god its a tail!?

You screech in confusion and grab the fuzzy thing. Slender but long, standing to make sure you keep balance. No no no! The afterlife turned you into a cat(girl/boy/YN)! A damm furry!

Some birds hiding in the grass fly away at your noise, some almost touching the top of your head.

If you had a tail then... oh no..

Your hands quickly reach for your head. And yep, two cat ears. Actually, biologically, on your head. You even felt them twitch in your hands.

After cringing for a good two minutes you calmed down and just accepted fate. It could have been worse, you could have been a worm.

So... what to do now? You couldn't just stay on this random grass field for the rest of your afterlife...

Or maybe thats what you've been sentenced to, grassfield duty.

Were they expecting you to chomp grass like a cow? Who knows... Where are the instructions? You would like to read them.

But no instructions came... reminds you of school projects...

You sigh and begin walking... towards... well, forwards. Where does this go? Into that forest? Yes.

But what else were you supposed to do. Wait around like a dumbass. No thanks.

So there you went, walking trough the thick grass towards the even thicker forest.

Birds greeted you with chirps as you entered the foliage. Forest greens filled your vision as you stepped trough a bush. Getting little unnoticable cuts on your exposed legs.

But.. It was peacefull. Birds, insects. The noises of nature really made this place feel real. was this even the afterlife?

A vision maybe?

Or... were you reborn?

How silly would that be-

"Watch out!" Some loud shrill voice alerts you of a quickly incoming troll or something on a.. on a wolf.

You jump aside and the wolf rider passes you.

He brings the wolf to a stop and hops off, walking back towards you. Ah, not a troll, this looks like a goblin, if you can trust those movies you've seen.

"Hey?" You wave awkardly. The shorter goblin smiles brightly with his two tusk like teeth.

"Hey! I haven't seen you before! Are you an adventurer?" The goblin asks exitdely.

"Not.. really. i'm a bit lost. Where is this?" You ask, it feels as if your voice has barely seen use. As if its all new. As if this body is new.

Maybe it is.

"You don't know where you are? Well, you're in the Jura forest right now. I'm from Rimuru City, I can take you there, maybe you'll be able to orient from there?" The little goblin offers you with a friendly smile.

You nod, not that cautious as you should have been were this your old life. YOLO, am i right?

The goblin helps you onto his giant wolf and you hold on, like asked. The big canine speeds off trough the forest and you feel alive for once, wind in your face, cutting against your face like sharp yet harmless blades.

After a bit of running around on the wolf, you reach a nice looking medival village, lots of fantasy looking monsters running around, building things and working.

Well damm... This looks better managed then soceity.

The goblin that lead you here looks behind him to check up on you, to see if youre still on the wolf before enetering the crowd and bringing you somewhere.

He brings you all the way to what seems to be the towns centre. Gesturing for you to hop off here.

You hesitantly nod, awkardly smiling at the goblin as a form of thanks.

Welp, now you were in a random city, full of magical looking monsters and whatnot.

You hear the magical residents go about their day, smells of foods, contruction and just random things fill your weirdly sensetive nose.

Just as you were about to enter the building in front of you, as it looked like a town hall, you felt a squishy thing bump against your leg.

You look down, eyes widening at this small, light blue slime. Tapping your leg for attention.

"Uh... Can I help you?" You ask it in confusion, not reallu expecting it to react.

"Yes! You're new, aren't you? I'm Rimuru! Welcome to my city!" The blue slime speaks. It speaks!

"I.. yes? My name's Y/N." You awkardly repsond to the talking slime- Rimuru. What wonders does this world have in store for you?

"Great! I'll show you around!" Rimuru speaks in an exited manner... but he doesn't have a mouth... Telepathy, maybe?

Whatever. That day, Rimuru showed you around his city full of fantasy folk. Introducing you to all kinds of people, some of his trusted compagnions and whatnot.

But thats... how you ended up like this...

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"Y/N. You can't go. Whats wrong with the village? We can give you everything!" Benimaru protests as he catches the arm holding your bag. The tall kijin holds onto you desparatly.

After three months of living in this village, you got to know pretty much everyone. And let's just say, they really like 'the cute demi-cat'.

Wich is why, when you planned to finally go explore some more of this weird world. You got met with a lot of complaints.

They've already set up guards by the city exits, you've been monitored for the past two days and now Benimaru was here to personally stop you.

"Let go, I just want to explore." You sigh, done with this weird protection you're receiving.

"No can do orders from the boss... that I absoluty agree with. You aren't ready for the rest of this world." The kijin repeats those lame words. He's grinning like always, just happy to be able to hold you.

Your ears flatten on your head and he 'awws'. How agitating.

"Come on, just stay and let me pet you!" The red kijin coees and sets you back down in your house. A babyproofed house.

Wich was annoying as hell! You didn't even get a knife sharp enough to cut the crust off your bread!

Benimaru takes the liberty of ruffling your hair. He's what you'd call... a big brother. Only diffrence, is that this one doesn't let you do stupid things.

But he wasn't the worst.... You'd say Rimuru was the most peacefull.. But Shuna was determined to get you to marry her.... And Gabiru had the idea that you were his bestest friend ever.

Wich is a reason to why you weren't allowed to leave. The people in the city got too attached to you. Maybe they found you friendly?

But whatever the reason, you wanted out. They didn't let you do anything dangerous! Wich sounds stupid but you wnated to go explore too!

As if sensing your toughts, Benimaru grabbed yoy into a bear hug, his form engulfs you, you're barely visible. He loves it like this.

"Let go." You demand, voice muffled by his sleeves.

"No." He smiles down at you, nuzzeling his head into your hair.

You huff in annoyance. All this attention was nice... for a week. But it's as if they never, ever got bored of you.

It seemed impossible in your head. No-one takes intrest in you for this long.

Yet these fantasy people did. And it was weird. Like they had it all planned out.

Wich they did, but you didn't know of the plan. Wich Rimuru vowed to keep that way. He knew of the dangers of the world, and you weren't ready.

Better off with him and his friends.

You get snapped out of your toughts by the door of your house opening, speak of the devil. Rimuru. In his human form, today.

"Y/N! I see you've changed your mind yes?" He smiles at you, the... well... you still didn't figure out his gender... but since he said he used to be a man.. in his past life.. you just rolled with that because They/them takes longer to write.

"No, I'm just.... being blocked, at the moment." You speak from between Benimaru's arms as he doens't plan to let go any time soon.

"Well thats a shame. Don't you like it here?" Rimuru asks with a pout. Golden eyes looking straight at you.

"I do, i just want to see more." You asnwer what you always do. But ofcourse he just shakes his head.

"You're not going to." Rimuru answers back, a dark tone to his voice for the first time since you met him.

You try to protest but Benimaru clasps a hand over your mouth to stop it.

You lick his hand but he doesnt relent. Rimuru chuckles at your annoyed expression.

"Don't try. Y/N, if you don't stay willingly... You'd make a lot of my friends sad." Rimuru speaks in a belitteling tone. walking up to you and petting your head dismissivly.

You let out muffled sounds of protests, squirming against Benimarus limbs as hes holding you down.

"Fine then, we'll lock your house down from now on. Is this what you wanted?" Rimuru snarkily tilted his head. You didn't recognise him like this. He's always been so friendly. But now, with those scary dulled eyes on the cutesy face... he's just offputting.

You made your protests known by a harsh glare. But he just smiled. You were really getting pissed off! You were an adult for god sake! No matter these cat features! This was dehumanizing!

Rimuru left, taking Benimaru with him. You heard the lock click into place. The windows had never been able to open... so..

But what they didn't know, was that you were a great lockpicker. Being bored in middle school was bound to pay off at some point!

So when it got dark out, and all these annoyances went to bed. You took that little metal hairclip and got to work. These fantasy people didn't know how to make complicated locks. So it wasn't that hard.

And bam, door open, Y/N free!

So you just sneak out of your house, taking some food with you, along with the non cutesy clothes they've provided you with.

Atleast being half cat gave you great stealth. No-one would hear you.

So you left Rimuru city. Into Jura forest and just... Wherever you wanted to go.

Ofcourse, you had been thankfull for their hospitality for a while, You mean, modern soceity would have let you rot on the streets. But still, locking someone in a house? Crazy.

The leaves crunched under your feet and you were getting paranoid that you'd leave a trail for them to find.

You sped up your pace, hoping to find somewhere else to hide. A cave maybe? A difrent city?

But no, you ended up meeting monsters. Lots of them. They chased you down, tired you out. You felt like real prey for once.

You hid in a tree and stared at these savage beasts as they kept patrolling under the tree. You couldn't get out. Trapped once again. But not as comfrotable.

But not for long. As morning broke out, the warm rays hitting your cold face after a night out in the tree, you heard sniffing.

And it wasn't from the monsters.

Before you knew it, they were all torn to shred by Ranga, Rimuru's wolf compagnion. Shit! He tracked you down!

Rimuru was on his back, in slime form. He devoured the tree you were in and turned human just to catch you in a ridiculously tight grip.

He seemed mad, stressed. Not a word was exchanged as he set you on Ranga and rode back to the city. Harsh grip around your waist.

"Y/N. You. Don't. Get. To. Leave." Rimuru whispered to you as you arrived back at the village.

You expected him to throw you back into your house but he too kyou to his living quarters instead.

Tugging you along to one of the many rooms. Opening a wooden door, the overpowered slime set you on the soft bed and clicked some magic restraints to your wrists.

"This is your own fault. Ok?" Rimuru spoke darkly.

"You'll marry Shuna and Souei. You'll stay put and let us ake care of you. You hear me? This world is dangerous, and you weren't granted powers like I was." Rimuru explains with a serious face. He wanted you to marry two kijins!? Two?! Whatn to tie you to this place?

"I'm not getting married-" You started but he shut your mouth.

"You are. They keep whining about it and why not? You deserve some love, don't you think so?" He grins. You were genuinly scared of the slime at this point. This sounded way too creepy.

"You wouldn't want Gabiru to miss his best friend, would you? Or Benimaru to miss his adorable little sibling? Don't you get how dear yo uare to everyone?" Rimuru carresses you cheek softly. What kind of manipulation is this bitch pulling on you?

But you were afraid of talking back. This boy could pulvorize you ten times over.

So you reluctantly nod. Maybe... Maybe you could get used to living here? Its not like they hurt you...

Rimuru immeadiatly turned bubbly and cute again as you nod. Smiling brightly and patting your head before he leaves again.

The door clicks to a locked state and you slowly pann your gaze over to your cuffed wrists. They glow in the sunlight coming from the thick looking window.

'What the hell just happned?' You deadpann at the floor, needing a moment to register what just got decided for you.

You'd be stuck with these crazy sicko's forever!

A nightmare, really, being taken care off and loved. ew, who would like that-

Wait a minute.

Now hold up.

Well it may have been nice if you liked being stuck in a room. But nu uh. You were an adventurous cat!

The universe granted you a second life and you weren't going to waste it in the position of a docile house husband/wife!

But... You never got your adventure. Married off to two Kijin.

Intertwined with all these people you had grown to know.

If only they had liked you... a normal amount.

Then you could have lived a seconds life.

This could barely be called that.

This was.... The life of a doll. It had to be. Put on display and loved by all, owned by all.

Thats what you'd always be.

A cute cat, to be cuddled and coddled.

Nothing else...

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I think I went braindead while writing this twice.

Sorry for the late-ness! School has been killing me, last year isn't a damm joke.

I hope this was readable!

Have a nice day/night!

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#yandere #soft yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #that time i got reincarnated as a slime #yandere that time i got reincarnated as a slime #yandere oneshot

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zwolfgames · 4 months

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Slight Yandere! Sauron x Childhood friend!reader

Requested:/

(Cuz... Armoured men. Can be seen as romantic or platonic.)

(Warnings: Gore, genocide, sickness, death.)

(3rd person POV)

"Sire. The one ring, it has been located, deep within the elven kigdom."

An orc servant spoke to Sauron, who was sitting on his throne in contempt.

"Retrieve it." Sauron ordered simply, waving a hand clad in sharp armour. The metal clinking together with each twitch of his fingers.

"The orc forces are unable to break the front lines, sire." The trembeling servant explains. The mosnter is obviously sweating with the heat of the blazing lava-waterfalls.

"... Is that so?" Sauron stands up, his metal armour scraping against itself as he descends from the platform of his throne.

He violently throws the orc into the lava pool beneath before storming out in rage.

The elves.... They had the ring, the one ring.

He needs it. It's his. Just like how middle earth would be his aswell.

And.... His long lost friend. If he had the ring, it would be easy to track them down.

So, he stormed out of the castle or Mordor, if it could even be called that. Barking orders at the remaining forces around him to ride with him towards the elven kigdom by dawn.

As quick as he tought of the plan, it got done.

His remaining orc forces joined the ones at the front line with burning torches and weapons utelizing fire.

This forest, the home of the elves, would burn.

The flames engulfed the old trees, the grass, the animals... and the elves.

They didn't know what was coming for them. Some may hide in the large rivers and lakes, but an escape from the suffocating smoke wouldn't come.

Sauron marched into the flames, his armour protecting his large form. His footsteps leaving prints in the ashes of a once powerfull and prosperous kigdom.

He was just in time to hear the screams of agony. To smell the burning of nature.... To see the scorched bodies.

He breathes in the scent of death and ashes. Stepping over the burning corpses of a species he couldn't care less about.

The orc army followed behind, making sure not to let anyone out alive.

Yet Sauron couldn'y care about survivors. He just wanted the one ring.

Simple as that.

So when he found an elf, still partially concious, he picked it up by its collar and glared trough the eyeholes in his intimidating helmet.

"The one ring, where is it?" He sneered at the poor elf.

"I-I won't tell you..." The elf coughed weakly. Staring at the destrucion of its home.

Sauron jammed his sharp fingers onto the elfs chest, twisting its skin around painfully.

The elf screams out in agony, its screams echoeing trough the burning forest, the deafening fire crackles keeping the sound from reaching far.

"I-It's... in the secret vault.." The elf whispers weakly, even such a high ranking creature wasn't able to stand such torture.

"And where is this 'secret' vault?" Sauron asks, his tone that of an impatient man. The elf had given up on live before it could answer. Sauron throws the being aside without any trace of care.

Sauron sighs heavily as this means he has to go find it himself. But for the one ring... he would.

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It wasn't that hard. With the forest burned down, it was easier to spot the usually overgrown cave, littered with crystals. He felt the presence of his precious ring in there.

Entering the cave alone, he makes quick work of the stone door, ignoring the carvings on it meant to aid in finding a way to open it as he just smashes the irritating obstacle.

And he's in.

What foolish elves to think a stone door would keep anything thats desparate enough out.

Sauron explores this 'secret vault' and stumbles upon multiple treassures he couldn't possibly give two flying shits about.

And then, at long last, the one ring. Beautifully layed out for him on a pedestal. It's like the elves wanted him to come get it himself.

He slowly reaches for the golden object, sliding it over his steel clad fingers cooly. He didn't have to put on a show like this... there was no-one else here... Yet, after decenia, he deserved it.

The moment he connected with the one ring, his superiour powers flowed back into him. He was unstopable now.

And... that meant middle earth would soon fall to him. Bow their pathetic heads. And you, you would be by his side.

As if a switch had been flipped, his next goal just popped into his dark head. Get Y/N.

That was one of the things he had vowed to do after losing his dear childhood friend such a long time ago.

Y/N had beeb seperated from him by his master, to cast more darkness in his heart, make him a better pupil. But now that his master was no longer, he coul take Y/N back. Wherever they were...

Who-ever took them... would pay.

He vowed to that.

Yet, why did he feel.. so close to that goal?

Like he's already done it?

It's so strange. It's like you're right next to him.

Wait a minute... Is he... going crazy?!

No, probaly not, he's always been crazy.

But he swore that he could feel your prensence in this very room.

Sauron looked around the vault, his hidden eyes scanning over the various elven treassures and artefacts. The vines casting a slightly green glow on the chamber.

He couldn't spot... anything that looked like you. I mean, these were all just objects....

Sauron walked closer, trying to tell where your presence was coming from.

He picked up some trinkets, looking each over before throwing it behind him carelessly. That is, untill he picked up what appears to be a crystall ball.

This had to be it. It just had to as it made him feel like he was holding you again.

Sauron peered into the crystal sphere. Eyeing the inside, tough not much but some blinding light was revealed.

"No, no. This is it. They sealed you, didn't they, dear?" He whispers to the magic object. Slowly holding it closer to his chest.

Sauron muses to himself as he walks out with the crystal ball in his hands. Who would have tought the elves would have both of his desired things in one room. What fools. Dead fools.

It doesn't take him long to find his troups, playing with dead bodies... Great.

They march back to Mordor, leaving the destroyed elven kingdom behind without a speck of remorse.

It would take them five days to get back, at this leisury pace... Sauron didn't mind, he had time now. He had the one ring.

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Sauron sat awake in his large tent. Holding the crystal ball.. It brought him immense comfort. Holding you... Sort of.

He wants this damm thing open. But not to be hasty... he doesn't want to end up killing you... That would be awfull.

So, Sauron sits awake at night, looking over the crystal prison, trying the way to properly open it, let you out.

He taps it with his metal clad fingers, blows on it. Chants spells. But nothing happens.

He gets an orc to licks it. Also doesn't work. Why would it.. thats silly.

Sauron notices a small crack in the crystal sphere..... Should he break it? Most of the time... thats how objects like this work. But what if this one was special? Who knows...?

But he's so desparate to see you. He hand't seen your smile in so long...

So he does it. He jabs his armoured thumb into the small crack to enlarge it. It began cracking more, a rip going trough the crystal ball. Eventually splitting it in two.

He pulled the two halves appart like people do with coconuts, a blinding light coming out of it.

The moment that he regained his vision, Sauron saw what he had waited eons for. You... So sweetly on the ground in front of him. You appeared to be sleeping.

Oh... and the elves seemed to have dressed you in some nice white clothes before they sealed you... Tradition, maybe?

He actually felt breathless for a moment. Gently picking you up in his steel arms. Being very carefull as to not harm even a hair on your body. Your so fragile looking body. he couldn't blame you, you had been sealed for a long, long time.

"Y/N.... my dear...." Sauron whipsers and brushes some hair out of your sleeping face. He brings his head towards yours for a forehead kiss before he remebers he has a permanent helmet on. Sauron sighs and holds you just a bit closer.

It was so fun when things went his way.

He held you there for hours, waiting for any signs of you awakening from your eon long slumber.

And finally, there it was, a flutter of your lashes, that beautifull (e/c) hue looking up at him.

Oh... and a weak scream. He was a bit concerened untill he realised you must not recognize him in the slightest. The armour was quite scary afterall.

"Shh, Y/N, it's me. Sauron. Remember?" He held your face in his cold metal hands. Trying to calm you down.

And ofcourse, just like he remembered, you put on that cute thinking face.

"Prove it." You spoke hoarsly. Throath dry like the Sahara desert after eons of being sealed away.

Sauron grabbed your hand and did the silly handshake you had made up back in your childhood.

He smiles behind the scary helmet as he sees your eyes soften at him. The warmth of you finally hugging him again after all these years was all he had wished for. He embraces you, wanting to bury his nose in your hair, yet he couldn't.

"You... came to get me..." You whispered as you held the man you've lost eons ago. You didn't recognize him.... But he had proven it. He was Sauron.

"Ofcourse I did, dear." Sauron whispered just as softly. If anyone saw this... they'd think he was a fraud. Being this soft with someone, having feelings. But it was you. You had been with him before he became cold and unfeeling, a monster.

The two of you stayed in a comfrotable hug untill the dawn broke trough the darkness of the sky. Signalling that they'd be venturing further to get back to Mordor.

"Y/N, darling.... I may have unsealed you a bit too early.... You're okay with riding on my horse with me, right?" Sauron asked softly, brushing a strand of your hair out of your eyes.

You nod, a bit surprised at what was even happening as you had been sealed for eons.

Sauron smiled at you, even if you couldn't see. Taking your fragile little hand in his metal claws to lead you out with him.

He leads you to his way too big horse. Hoisting up at you and glaring down any orc who looks at you funny. They think you're fresh meat....

Sauron wraps one of his metal arms around you to make sure you don't fall off of the horse, the other on the bridle.

You ride off. Sauron securely holding you against him as his giant horse runs ahead of the goblin army. He wants to get you home, as soon as possible.

Preferably... before you realised what he's become and all the things he's done.

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You eventually arrive at Mordor, sweating a bit from the vulcanic heat and the poor air condition. Sauron is worried, he hand't tought of that since he hand't been a normal mortal for eons.

But no matter, he has the ring, he'll find something to solve your issue.

"We're here, dear." Sauron helps you off of the horse, holding your hand like some disney prince.

He notices how wobbly you are on your legs so he supports your weight with his arm. He walks inside with you, into the wide doors of his 'castle'.

"Y/N, I welcome you back to my side." Sauron appears to be smiling behind the intimidating helmet. Leading you to a bedroom... Or well... a giant room with a bed.

It's darkly decorated. The same evil colours the rest of his castle has. But this room... was actually nicely decorated. Cozy and with everything you may need.

Due to you observing the decor, you didn't truly register the click of the heavy door you came in from...

"Y/N, sweetheart. You need to promise me... You'll stay right here. Okay?" Sauron speaks, now basically pressed against your back. His metal arms wrapping around your waist once more.

"... Okay?" You nod in uncertainity. Surely your friend had his reasons, like always.

Sauron pats your head, briefly showing you around the room before he instructed you to rest. The new dark ruler being out of the room in moments. He still had a lot to do. and for now, you were secure.

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His happily ever after didn't last long, however. He had middle earth almost taken over.. yes.

But you... were declining.

It wasn't noticable at first... You hid it from him.

He came by your room everyday, just to chat. He told you of what happned during your long period of being sealed... and he got to bask in your presence again. It was perfect.

That is, untill he caight sight of your new condition.

He was just telling you about the start of his dark reign when you started coughing. Violently so.

The dark ruler notices how you cough into your hands, a faint spatter of blood seeping trough the crevaces of you fingers. His face twists into a worried frown, taking your hands into his to look at the bloodied mess...

Along with some... Crystals?

Little, sharp shards of clear crystals, coloured with your blood lay there on your soft palms.

His face twits in shock. That.. isn't whats supposed to happen. Why is this happening.

"Y/N... Are you hurt?" Sauron asks as he cups your cheek with his free hand. Making sure he can look into your eyes for any signs of lies.

"N-No... I'm fine, really." You speak softly, a bit of blood still on your lips... between your teeth. Naturally, he doesn't believe that. You coughed up blood, for gods sake.

"Y/N... sweatheart. Don't lie. It won't help you. I'll get to the bottom of this, alright?" Sauron speaks lightly, not wishing to raise his voice when you look this fragile.

He looks at the crystal shards in his hands again, looking the sharp little pieces over. They remind him of your crystal ball of a prison.

The elves must have had something to do with this...

But... those were all dead. He was going to have to solve this on his own.

And fast. You were declining... On his watch. In his arms.

He couldn't lose you, not again. He couldn't lose one of the only things he still cared about.

"Lie down, you nedd rest." Sauron advised and gently nudged you towards your bed. Before you could lie to him about being fine again. He's seen you do that before. When you were kids...

Playing by the river.. you scraped your knee and didn't tell him untill it bled trough your pants. He should have seen the tear you blinked back. Seen trough that smile.

And just like back then, he had noticed you pain too late once again.

Sauron tucks you in, against your embarrasment and protests.

The dark ruler leaves your room and you could finally drop the smile.

You didn't want him to worry. He's already saved you... you didn't want to cause more trouble.

But you felt it. Inside you... the suffacting feeling. Something heavy was growing inside of you.

Occasionally, a shard broke off and you coighed it up. painfully tearing open your throath. It wasn't pleasant, but you could bite trough.

If only he hadn't seen.

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Not a month later, you were bedridden. Stuck under the soft covers as only Saurons most trusted servants tended to you.

Beautifull crystal shards grew on your (s/c) skin. Glittering in the light. Catching Saurons depressed gaze.

He was watching his childhood friend slowly die...

Slowly crystalize and dim out.

He wanted to murder those elves all over again.

They did this to you. sealed you away and cursed you. With such beautifull crystals. It's ironic how beautifull you looked while approaching the end of your mortal life.

And he couldn't do anything but be beside you for it all.

Holding your hand. Talking to you. Hearing your voice weaken each day. Yet you'd never drop that smile.

That dammned smile...

He couldn't stand how you were trying to cheer him up.

Trying to ease his grief even before your death.

He tried everything, potions, spells, medicines, rituals. None worked. Only an elf would have the cure. And he killed them all.

It's all his fault....

He repeats it over and over in his head as he holds your hand. Still breathing.. barely.

A week ago, you had fallen asleep, only to remain so, a coma.

One his doctors decided you'd never wake up from.

So he sat by your bed, day to night. He knew this was it, you were dying. Slowly... painfully... beautifully.

The crystal shards had grown over one of your eyes, like a twisted eyepatch. Making you look eternal.

Why couldn't they just go back to their childhood.

He should have never left you for the dark arts...

Look at you now.

Taking your last breath...

The last.

While he holds your hand.

Tears welling up in his eyes.

He shouldn't cry.

It's beneath him.

But... You're gone.

Forever.

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LOL, what did i just do?

I suppose i was feeling silly. RIP bestie of Sauron.

I got inspired by my character AI convo by the bot i made.

Tough that one didnt let me die, but ya know, emotion. link to that bot here: https://c.ai/c/lJhHpTBSSW7ipW6qUuV6DZqAaTwJXK5QrvghVSjw3uI

Have a nice day and do request stuff if ya want!

Words: 2890

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#platonic yandere #yandere #sauron #lord of the rings #yandere x reader #sauron x reader #off plot #yandere sauron #plaronic yandere sauron

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zwolfgames · 4 months

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Yandere Alhaitham x reader

Requested: / (Havent even done the Sumeru quest but when you have motivation, you have to write.)

(Warnings: manipulation, i guess, plus kind of kidnapping.)

(3rd person POV)

'The late blossoms bloom when the sun stands at the top. Water evaporates when she shines. May the goddes strike as it falls again.' You repeat in your head as you read over the text.

"So is this an official document or some random dude's poetry?" You ask the scribe in front of you with a deadpann. This thing made no sense.

"What? It used to be on a stone tablet but I translated it for you." Alhaitham pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he sighs.

You make an 'oh' face and nod. You may be smart when it came to your academia major but not to things like this.

"So what do you think it means?" He asks you with a serious face.

Curse who-ever put you two together for this project. You had hoped you got one of your more familiar colleagues. But the one you'd be grave exploring with was none other then Alhaitham.

He was stoic, practically never listened to anything you said either with those stupid headphones of his.

"I'm not sure... but perhaps it's a riddle. Meaning that this 'goddes' will appear as the water falls again. Probably as in rain... after this 'sun at the top' so a summer." You think out loud and Alhaitham tilts his head just a bit. The only indication that he's listening.

Alhaitham nods, as if telling you to go on.

With what? You've read this text once. There was no more.

He sure was expecting more though. You sigh and read the translated text over again.

As you turned your gaze to the paper you failed to notice the subtle smile on a certain scribe's face as he looked at you.

Do you know why you were partnered up with him for this project?

Because he wanted that. Alhaitham has high influences in the Akedemia.

You wouldn't work with some other random colleague. And especially not that one you looked at with such adoring eyes.

He couldn't understand how you saw none of his signs. I mean, he translates the stone tablets for you. He brings you a coffee when he goes to get one.

How did you not see his overflowing love for you?

But that wasn't relevant at the moment. You were before him now. He had to be on his best behavior to impress you.

"So? Any more toughts?" He leaned his head in the palm of his hand, propped up on the table by his elbow.

He looked you in the eyes and you couldn't help but feel nervous.

He had a scary and intimidating gaze. Like It's piercing into your soul.

"Yea... I think, if my theories are correct, that this is a riddle. Meaning that the tomb we're researching might 'open' when the first rain falls after the summer." You explain in the most professional tone you can manage. Not wanting to piss this serious guy off.

"I see. Thats very good, Y/N." Alhaitham speaks quietly and looks at the paper himself. His hand brushes yours.

You think it's a normal accident.

It's not.

"So that means we have about a month of space to relax. The first rainfall doesn't happen untill then." Alhaitham informs with what you tought was a stoic face. It was a smile. Tough he was so bad at smiling, you'd never tell.

You nod and neaten your notes up a bit to occupy the silence that had befallen on you two.

That is untill something unexpected happned.

He took your left hand in his. Not strongly. Almost like he didn't want you to notice.

Like a ghost of a touch. But you weren't numb, you felt that.

"What are you doing?" You say in confusion as you look up at him and then back at your held hand.

"Nothing." He says stoically. His hand no longer holding yours. It's like it never happned. Thats how faint it felt.

Did it happen? Were you going crazy?

You blink and shrug it off, tough you can't help the hairs on your neck standing up.

Alhaitham just... creeped you out somehow. You didn't know if it was because of his eyes or simply because of how smart and powerfull he was. Perhaps both.

An awkward silence commenced between you and the scribe. Honestly, you wanted to get eaten by the floor right now.

It seems your awkwardness wasn't shared by Alhaitham as he simply watched you. Like a predator would it's prey.

Thats how it appeared to you at the very least. Alhaitham was actually just looking at you with loving eyes.

His face just couldnt portray that.

So, as the seconds ticked on agonizingly long you waited for any sort of words to come from him.

There were no words. He reached over and oh so gently brushed a stray strand of hair back into your usual hairstyle.

And guess what. He denied that too when you asked him what he was doing.

Were you... dreaming, perhaps?

Because this was too eerie to comprehend.

Just silently being stared at.

Luckily for you, your working hours came to an end and you could bid Alhaitham farewell. In... an awkard manner but it was polite.

You walked back to your little house outside of Sumeru's main city. Just casually cooking dinner.

If you had to guess, you'd need to meet with Alhaitham twice or thrice more to discus the plans for the actual thomb diving mission.

But for now, you could let that slip out of your worries.

A nice plate of spicy food later and you're in your bedroom. Observing various clues about the thomb.

Just some notes of old explorers and travelers, nothing out of the ordinairy.

No one's ever been inside. Thats the only thing salvageble about this project. You may have to work with Alhaitham, but you got to explore the unknown!

As such, days pass. You've discussed the plans with Alhaitham now. There was no need to see the man untill the first rainfall of the season.

So now, you could enjoy your daily activities.

Like talking to your crush- colleague.

A nice student at the Akedemia, like you.

You've known him since before you two enrolled here, and honestly, you've caught quite the crush.

But someone wasn't pleased with that.

You didn't notice, he knew you wouldn't, that he was watching from the sidelines.

Alhaitham had to watch how you fawned over some simpleton.

He almost felt bad for what he was about to do. Untill remembering that for once in his life, he was allowed to be selfish.

He had done his duties, helped the Akedemia. And look at that. You were one of the people in it. So shouldn't he get a reward of choice for being so helpfull and amazing?

He would, in due time. He only had to be patient for a couple more weeks.

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"Y/N. Stop pacing like that." Alhaitham sneered in annoyance.

You've been pacing in front of the thombs entrance for half an hour now. The rain was slowly stopping. Only a few droplets falling on your soaked form.

Yes, Alhaitham had an umbrella, he even offered for you to cole stand under it with him but you declined.

Not wanting to stand that close to him or wait in one place.

He watched you pace. Your hair dripping rain water, he saw you shiver. But he couldn't act on his smothering insticts... yet.

You nod and stop pacing, now biting your lip and bouncing your foot as you wait.

Alhaitham sighed at your nervous behavior.

You tought he absolutly hated your guts... wich made the waiting all the more agonizing.

Eventually, the drizzle comes to a spot and the entrance opens.

You squeel and observe each and every detail in the newly opened door.

Alhaitham approached and put a firm and strong hand on your shoulder. Keeping you grounded.

He nudges you inside, tough he subtly makes you walk behind him, as if protecting you from... uh.. dust?

That analogy was very wrong since after you two descended the stairs, deeper into the thomb, there stand a robotic creature. Its face eroded.

It looked eerie and old. You were guessing this was the 'goddes'.

It surely was big enough for the title but you had a feeling that it's god-like beauty had long faded.

It creaks as it moves, the gears scraping against eachother harshly. It's old.

Alhaitham notices its movement and pushes you to the side of the room.

"Don't dare move, stay there." He orders in the harshest manner you've heard of him yet.

He unsheats his two swords and circles around the mechanic goddes in an intimidating way.

Even with its impressing size, you could already tell who would win.

The scribe waits for the bot to make it's first move as he circles it.

The mechanic goddes moves its arm for a swing. Its slow and creaky.

You bet ut was an unstopable killing machience back in its glory days.

As the bit has attacked first, Alhaitham takes the chance to strike it. First, a simple blow to put it off balance.

And then, a swift strike to the core.

He twists the blade and the bot twists and stutters untill it's few lights fade and it slumps to the ground with a loud thud.

It's mechanical body limp on the floor, sprawled out like a true goddes.

You almost feel sad for it. It had to protect this thomb and it tried... wich had led to its 'death'.

Alhaitham doesn't even spare a glance at it's body and turns back to you.

"Come on, we can move on." He says like that bot was nothing. Gesturing for you to come to him with his hand.

You shake your head to break out of your shock and step closer to him.

I mean, if he wanted you dead he would have let the robot do it...

He leads the way, further into the thomb.

Its beautifull.

The sunlight shines in from certain hole's in the roof and somehow the decorative fountains and ponds have remained clear over the centuries.

You look in awe at all the vines and flowers that grew here.

Its like a small paradise.

You got exited and ran around to see everything.

Taking photo's for the Akademia with your kamera. Surprisingly, Alhaitham didn't stop you from exploring. Wich was strange.

You had tought he'd be that cautious guy who would tell you to watch out for traps.

Maybe he was just as enamoured by the thomb as you!

You find multiple rooms. Its almost like it's a cool house.

A dining room made of the same stone as the thomb. Nicely decorated with plants and flowers.

Likewise were the other rooms.

A bathing room, bedroom, multiple lounging rooms.

Yea, who-ever died here had a nice place to lounge in the afterlife.

So you continue trough the thomb, trying to find the actual room where the potential dead person was.

Perhaps a royal, or someone of high status?

You just had to know who this beautifull thomb was for!

You eventually cirkled back to the hall that lead to the room with the robot in.

Only to find the door...

Gone?

Closed?

Well whatever it was, it was now just a dead end. And that freaked you out.

You opened your mouth to shout for Alhaitham in a panicked manner, thinking he was still in the room with the bot, or perhaps in the thomb.

But you didn't get the chance to scream as he appeared behind you and put a hand on your mouth, silencing you siwftly as his other hand snaked around your waist in a firm grip.

"Don't scream. They won't hear you. Do you like my surprise darling?" He murmured as his breath hit your ear. He was close, uncomfrotably so.

He let his hand fall off your mouth so he could hug you closer.

"What do you mean?" You ask, voice shaky. Nothing was making sense.

"So smart, yet so clueless." Alhaitham chuckled and caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. Still standing behind you.

You felt offended, not to mention uncomfrotable.

You were left stunned as he kissed the top of your head.

So loving. What was happening.

"Y/N... you're mine now... do you realise that?" He whispers and turns you around softly, facing back to the thomb.

You were so confused, he found it adorable.

It was so easy to get you intrested in this thomb he had forged.

Create fake files. Make a bad robot. Some riddles...

And you were hooked! Enough to work with him. Something you never did, even avoided.

And now, you'd live here, where no one but him could admire you.

You liked this place no? The pretty water, the nature, the sunlight trough the ceiling.

You'd be stuck in paradise. Isn't that amazing?

Just you and him. You wouldn't be able to stare at that crush of yours, so he wouldn't have to get jealous.

It was a perfect plan. This way, you could have the whole thomb to walk around and live in, and he could keep you to himself.

"What is that even supposed to mean?" You practically growl and begin to squirm in his grip.

He laughs and lets go. He knew it wouldn't be easy to get you to love him back.

It didn't need to be easy. As long as he had you where he wanted. They had all the time in the world.

Oh how saddned the Akedemia would be to find out a student had gone missing.

Good thing he would take care for you.

"Relax, Y/N. Welcome to your new house. With me, your new husband." Alhaitham laughed, a genuine show of emotions but it only looked deranged to you. It just felt too out of character for the stoic scribe.

"You can't just decide that." You back away but he doesn't mind.

You'd realise his love for you in due time.

And he'd make that realization start with a passionate kiss.

______☆______ Okay Shows over, you can go home.

Lol, this was originally only slightly yandere and mostly angst, but i changed my mind ehe.

So now i hope you enjoyed this monstrosity, i dont even like Alhaitham either.

Have a nice day/night!

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#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere alhaitham #genshin #yandere genshin impact #alhaitham #yandere oneshot

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Yandere Platonic MHA x child!reader

Requested by: jocru046

Part two/sequel of this.

(Warnings: kind of kidnapping, kicking a child, creepy overbearing behavior, yandere in general.)

(3rd person POV)

Life sucked.

No really, it did.

Atleast for you, that is. Y/N, not even a last name. Just a small kid, no parents or guardian. You can't even remember how thar happned. Did you have parents? Did you just spawn in one day? Only god knew. No wait, that didn't exsist. Trust me, you had begged that god for help and received nothing.

Never having gone to school or kindergarden you were far behind other kids. Now, as a illiterate 8 year old with no hopes or dreams you live on the streets. Luckily, your quirk kept you alive.

A simple concept. You cried pearls. Or well, thats all you knew of it. It would be sad if that was the only thing you could do but you didn't care at the moment. Survival was your top priority.

So, when you ran low on money, you cried and collected the little pearls. Selling them to who-ever you could. It worked... well enough. You were a kid, you definitly got scammed a lot.

So that brings us to this faithfull moolit night. One where you were drawing on an old newspaper. You couldn't read it anyways.

All was calm untill you began to hear footsteps. Loud frantic footsteps and heavy breaths. Like a group of humans running from a bear.

You held your breath and shrunk into your make-shift dumpster house as the footsteps came into your alley.

You expected them to just run past, like everyone always did. But no...

They stopped... Right in the middle of the alley.

It was quiet for a moment, just a moment. As if they were scanning the space.

"Oi! Kid. Come out, right now! We know you're here!" Some loud man screamed. A sudden crash of a thrashcan being thrown against a wall was heard. You gulped.

Surely they were thinking if some other kid, right? I mean, surely there was some other poor orphan child in this alley besides you?

Nope.

Just as you finished the tought the lid of your dumpster home smashed open and before you could even gasp one of the men had a crushing grip on your upper arm. Ripping you out of the dumpster as if you were nothing but a twig.

"Got it." He huffed to his boss as this henchman, or whatever, held you beside him in the crushing grip.

"Who are you? Let go! You're hurting me!" You growl and bare your teeth, a trick you had seen the stray dogs use on weirdo's.

"Shut it. Hurt them." The boss man said harshly. He looked disgusting. Like some vile criminal. Whatever his quirk was wasnt helping his appearance. This man had the skin of a fish yet the appearance of a man...

The thug holding you complied and bashed your head against the rough brick wall. You let out a pained sounded and started slightly crying at the pain. Your head feeling heavy as you saw stars. If you guessed right you were even bleeding.

Two small pearls streamed down your cheeks and fell to the dirty alley ground with a small sound.

The fish man grinned, revealing scary, shark-like, teeth. "Thats them. The pearl seller. Take em away. We'll be rich by the end of the week!" He laughed and you were dragged along. Your head still spinning.

This was going too fast. What was happening?! Who were these people? Why did they hurt you?

You began realising the situation when their black van came into vieuw. They'd stuff you in there and you'd never be seen again! You knew it! You've seen it happen to kids before!

So in that moment you let out the most blood-curdling scream of despair. Shrill and loud, just like you wanted it.

The chance someone would come to rescue you was small, seeing how humans were.... But it was worth a shot.

The man holding you growled in anger and kicked in your stomach. You almost fell to the ground if it wasn't for his deadly harsh grip on your arm. The air knocked out of you.

The thug was about to throw you into the dammned van before you were suddendly back on the ground again.

No longer having your arm crushed. Now curling up into a pained ball on the ground as you cried. Shiny perfect pearls rolling down your face.

There, infront of you, stood some darkly dressed man. Somehow, his scarf somehow floating...

Just a moment ago all those bad men were ready to drive off.... and now they were either knocked out on the ground or too pained to move...

What was this... mosnter? How did he do this? The scary looking man came closer to you, taking light steps.

You could see his face now. Some ridiculous yellow goggles on his eyes. His long, messy black hair swayed with his steps. Overall, he didnt look too bad... maybe a bit sleep-deprived and dead inside but oh well... What made him scary was the fact that he just wiped out this gang of men that wanted to kidnap you.

The unknown man kneels down in front of you. Not too close, not too far.

He observes you. Just faintly, you can see his eyes stare into yours from behind his strange yellow goggles.

"Are you alright?" He asks after a long silnece. You had alreadt seized your crying... now just a pile of little pearls on the ground.

"Im... fine." You whispered. In a broken choked voice. Who could blame you? You just released the loudest scream you ever had in your short life.

"Sounds like a lie. You're bleeding kiddo." The mysterious man sigh and reaches his hand towards you, to wich you flinch and scamble to your feet to take a step back.

The man frowns and stand up aswell, way more intimidating at his full height.

"There's no need to be afraid. Im here to help." He said, keeping the distance as to not scare you further.

This man... He may be scary but he didn't feel the same way the thugs on the ground felt.... More... safe.

How could some-one so scary feel safe? You wondered.

The man seemed to notice your questioning look but said nothing, merely making sure you didn't run off. You were injured and he needed the whole story.

"Whats your name?" He suddendly said, his voice soft and caring, as if he was speaking to a small child- oh wait, you were a small child.

You hesitated for a moment but decided to just answer before he bashed your head in like he did with the thugs.

"Y/N..." You answer softly. Not looking him in the face anymore.

"Where are your parents, Y/N?" He asked calmly. That question stunned you for a moment, maybe you should have expected it but somehow... no-one had asked you that before.

"...Non-exsistent." You answered bluntly. Not a hint of care for the subject in your voice.

The man had expected that but not in... such a careless way.

"I see... Would you trust me to help you?" He asked. This man only asked questions, how annoying.

"...No." You answered after a moment of silence. The man seemed baffled, as if no-one he had rescued had ever said 'no'.

He opened his mouth to say something yet before he could a groan was heard from the fish man on the ground behind him.

He shot into action at the mere sound and before you knew it you were off the ground and in his arms.

The wind blew into your face before the man tucked your head into his chest. Now you had no clue what was happening.

But judging from the loud air sounds, you were going fast as fuck.

As the surprise faded and you came back to your senses you started struggeling, to wich the man simply tightend his hold on you.

"Don't struggle, im taking you somewhere safer." He said calmly, tough the wind made it hard to hear. Was this dude doing parkour or something? You were getting sick from these abrupt movements! But i guess that did make you struggle less.

You tried to speak but this mans clothes were smothering your face. That weird scarf fluttering against your head as the man jumped and ran.

After an agonizing whileof running and wind he set you down on a chair. No wait, this was a car...

"Mister, what do you think you're doing-" You quickly asked but he held a finger to your lips and buckled you in. You were utterly confused.

First, some thugs tried to nab you for unknown reasons. And now this random man shoved you into his car?!

You gulped in slight fear yet looked around the car curiously, never having been in one before.

The man seemed satisfied with your silence and got into the car, taking the wheel and driving off.

"I know this is going too fast for you, but you'll be alright. Im EraserHead. A pro-hero." He side-eyed you and you simply looked up ahead. He was right, this was going too fast. And a pro-hero? This slobby dude? Really?

You said nothing and simply stared ahead. This was too complex for a child. You felt as if you should be scared but he had infact saved you... untill he grabbed you himself but eh.

EraserHead eventually stopped the car and got out before walking over to your side and unbuckeling you. Taking your hand as he leads you into a huge building.

"See, this is U.A. You've heard of it, haven't you?" He smiles slightly down at you. Those stupid goggles off of his face now so you could actually see his eyes.

You wanted to say no... but decided just to nod to avoid any boring info.

EraserHead led you into the grand building and after an endless amount of twists and turns you arrived at some sort of hospital room.

There, at a desk, set a tiny old lady. She turned her head and greeted EraserHead before turning her attention to you. You didn't know what it was about her but she immeadiatly had your trust.

"How are you feeling sweetie?" She asked softly and observed your still bleeding head and multiple scrape wounds. Wich now that the adrenaline had stopped working, hurt quite a lot.

"I-Im fine." You meekly uttered, shrinking into yourself slightly. Eraserhead was about to comment 'Lies.' Once again but he didn't have the chance as the old lady shot him a glare.

"Is it okay if I help you dear?" She smiles at you. It was quite comforting since she wasn't way taller then you. You nod hesistanly.

The lady somewhat kisses your forehead and you can littarly feel your wounds being healed. Wich was really really weird!

The lady nodded and pat your head before gesturing to EraserHead that you were now fixed.

He nodded back and took your hand again. Seeing as this man claimed he was a hero, you'd seize your struggeling.. for now.

After another long trip of twists and turns youre back outside. Now walking on a nice path with a bunch of tall buildings next to it.

Where the hell did you end up?

"Students... This is Y/N. They'll be staying here temporally, untill I figure out how to solve their living situation." EraserHead ordered a group of weird looking teens. Wait, stay here?! Your consent was not asked!

Your eyes widen and you instictivly hide behind EraserHead. An action he found just adorable, tough he would never admit that.

The students stared for a moment untill you were suddendly swarmed.

Some pink girl squished your cheeks and you felt observed by everyone.

"Y/N, you're such a cutie. How did you end up here hmm?" The pink lady asked, to wich you had no answer. Luckily, EraserHead still exsisted and shooed the teens away.

"Y/N almost got abducted by a gang. They got hurt so I took them here. They don't seem to have parents or a guardian so untill that is sorted they stay here. If I hear even a single complaint from the kid, you're all dead." He sneered and glared at some spikey haired blonde specifically.

You gulped at all the attention and took a step backwards only to bump into some green haired guy.

He smiled such a friendly smile down at you, it was impossible to feel scared. That was what you tought untill he hugged you.

"Whats your quirk, little Y/N?" He asked sickingly sweet as he held you. You bet he tought it was comforting but after today and the amount of grabbing you've lived trough it was not..

"I um... cry pearls..." You uttered weakly. Overwhelmed by all the states and attention.

He nodded and seemed fascinated. Patting your head. "Thats so cool! Do they stay forever or is it temporary? Is it real pearl or does it just look like it? Does it hurt? Are there drawbacks? Do you get tired? Does i-"

"Shut up you stupid nerb!" That spikey haired blonde dude yelled harshly and his hand suddendly exploded.

You yelped in surprise and clung onto the green haired boy for dear life.

Not a moment later the blonde get wacked in the head by EraserHead.

"Stop bothering them. Introduce yourselfs so I can show them their room, they must be tired." He instructs and they did indeed introduce themselves. Some more elaborate then others but hey.... Its not like you'd remember their names anytime soon...

Like he said, EraserHead, also known as Aizawa now, led you up the stairs and showed you a vacant room.

There was a bed, a coffee table, a desk and a chair.... Thats more then you've ever had! Oh my god?!

Aizawa noticed you absolute bafflement and had to surpress a chuckle.

"Will you be able to sleep kiddo?" He asked softly and looked down at you. You slowly nodded, still taking the room in.

He smiled and pat your head before leaving you in the room. Closing the door behind him. You were now alone. And very tired. So you slumped onto the bed and fell asleep.

"Y/N. Wake up. Satou made breakfast." Some sweet female voice called out to you in your sleep. You slowly opened your eyes and were met with... Momo.... And her last name was too long for you to remember, so Momo it was.

Her black hair was nicely tied up and she put some clothes at the end of your bed.

"Come down when youre ready." She smiled and left your room. You were still sleepy but complied. Wow, these people were nice.

You put on your clothes, you had no clue how they got your meassurements but whatever.

You came downstairs and followed the sound of loud teens.

It led you to the dining room in this weird dorm like building and the room went quiet when you stepped in.

You were almost scared you did something wrong untill the students began argueing on who you should sit next to.

You stood there awkwardly before you were grabbed of the ground by none other then Aizawa and he just plopped you into an empty chair.

Now the people argued over who got to sit next to you but you just shrunk into yourself and quietly ate your food. It was amazing!

The students finally stopped bickering by the time you were done with eating, so, it was all for nothing. You jumped of your seat and went back to your room, unsure of what you were supposed, and allowed, to do.

Like that, life went on for some weeks. Tough you had noticed the way the class had become way more clingy and affectionate. You almost felt like some baby-doll they were assigned to take care off and got too attached to.

Your room had slowly been filled up with gifts and toys you had never seen before. But as much as you wanted to ignore it.... you had noticed how your balcony window did not open...

"Kiri, put me down! I can stand, I have legs!" You huff and struggle. Thats another thing they liked to do. Just pick you up.

"Would you rather not have legs, hmm?" He smiled sickingly sweet. It shut you right up. Another one of those scary remarks.

Something was wrong with these people.

You were hoping and praying for Aizawa to finish finding where you would go. Maybe an orphanage? Perhaps directly to a family?

He would never tell you he stopped searching long ago.

As Kirishima carried you to the living room for a movie you noticed everyone had gathered there.

You were put right in the middle, nicely tucked into a blanket. The movie started and you tried your best to pay attention... but you felt more watched then the movie...

You wanted to go home... But there was no home. You used to live in a dumpster for gods sake! They really had you stuck here.

The evening commenced and you fell asleep on the couch. It was way past your bedtime afterall.

The next day, you just woke up back in your bed. Probably carried there by who knows who... Everyone of these kids was strong enough to carry ten of you!

It was a nice loop. Wake up, eat, get left 'alone' for the school hours, play with the teens, eat, sleep. The same, every day.

You were so stuck in this routine. Figurativly and littarly.

You were used to it yes.... But they wouldn't ever let you leave either.

You hadnt tried yet... But each time you wandered outside you were quickly dragged back... It's like you were watched 24/7.

They didn't want you to play outside. It was dangerous. You could catch a cold, or scrape your knee.

All very normal things. You tried to reason. Back when you lived on the streets you got hurt and sick all the time. It made them even more protective.

Soon, you began noticing. The hushed whispers they tought you didn't hear. The hidden cameras. The damm baby monitor under you bed.

They were crazy! They had to be! What was all this? Why weren't you sent away yet?

What were you doing here?

Answers never came. You just had to stay in the loop. Wake up, eat, get left 'alone' for the school hours, play with the teens, eat, sleep.

Thats what they wanted.

You didn't have to know how dear you were to them. An innocent child. Waiting for them at the end of a stressfull day. Smiling and laughing.

You were precious to them.

You didn't have to know. You just had to stay.

None of them had ever expected that they could agree on something this... unhealty. Yet they did.

These teens, with such diffrencess, agreed to keep you with them.

How absurd.

But it happned anyways.

All was fine untill these 'villains' attacked their school.

From what you've heard, it wasn't the first time. You had seen nothing of the fight.

Aizawa had handed you to Jirou and Asui right at the beginning. They had a simple task. Bring you to the safest possible place.

Wich to your displeasure was a basement.

It was dark and you could hear fighting, but you couldnt go see. Couldnt move.

They made sure of that.

You were like their sibling. Their dear younger sibling.

You had suffred enough.

If they couldnt keep you safe now, how would they ever be great hero's?

So thats how security became even stronger after the attack.

No longer were you even allowed to step a foot outside. Not even look at the door if they could help it.

There was always someone with you.

Some nicer then other.... Surprisingly, Bakugo had more chill then Midoriya.

The angry blonde tought you how too cook omelets while the green nerd didn't even let you lift a finger.

Life was dull, repetitive and utterly.... boring.

What was fun if there were no risks? You couldn't go down a slide without someone holding you the whole way.

Couldnt build a pillow fort without Uraraka standing by for if anything fell.... Not even a pillow could graze your skin or panic would break loose!

You could argue as much as you wanted. In the end it didn't matter. You were the child. You were helpless. You needed them.

They made that clear.

And you would never, ever leave.

Where could you go?

It was them.... or nothing.

Have a nice day/night!

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