Imagines 2: Yandere! Incubus x Gender-Neutral! Vampire Royalty! Reader
BANG!
“Your favorite is here, Your Majesty~!”
You continued to work on your papers, not looking up once. Expected. But it stings all the same.
‘Although…’ His sharp tail looped to form a heart, waving side to side. Incubus took time to admire you. Serious, narrowed eyes… lips in an adorable frown… a posture that seriously needs to be straightened… sure was a sight to behold.
Fine. He’ll retreat.
For now.
The incubus slithered back, closing the office door with a quiet thunk.
You continued working, not at all disturbed. However, it was suspicious how quickly it ended.
But that wasn’t really your problem.
BANG!
It had only been 5 minutes. FIVE.
“Lookie, Your Majesty! I brought dragon-meat buns! It’s still sizzling hot!”
Scribble scribble scribble
Okay. Tough crowd. His beloved is hardworking, dedicated to their duties, not even batting an eye to them chowing food beside their table and leaving crumbs everywhere.
Indeed, you are the worst workaholic he has ever known. He would ask someone older how to deal with this problem but you’re the oldest person he knows!
Incubus pouted, carelessly tossing the food containers to the trashbin (and not even putting it inside the bin).
“Your Majesty, mark my words. You will get a break.”
Thunk!
You exhaled a heavy sigh when he left. Peace. Please. Let it be peace forevermore.
“It’s been hours…” you sweated, just about done with 6 stacks of papers. Relief should have been what you felt but knowing that incubus… “He’s up to something big. Definitely.”
But maybe he finally called it a day? After all, he’s always visiting your office. Emphasis on always.
BANG!
… what smells good?
You looked up from your desk.
Obviously, it’s your Incubus who’s all bloody and tattered from decimating the “unruly” ones who wanted to usurp your throne. Only takes a tongue to smoke out those idiots.
Proudly, he tucks a loose pink strand of hair behind his pointy ear. “I worked overtime to lessen your overtime. Now how about a date—“
Incubus holds back a snicker when you threw yourself at him, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Right, right, my bad, Your Majesty~ Breakfast for you then.”
You were peacefully swiping the service counter clean and sparkly until a deep booming voice jumped at you.
“GOOD WORK TODAY, [NAME]!“
Ignoring the way your heart catapulted to the ceiling, you offered a respectful nod to your boss.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“Always so polite!” The boisterous woman playfully slapped your back. That strong slap of appreciation made your knees buckle, you holding on to the counter for needed support. Was your spine rattling in place too? So strong. Boss really doesn’t hold back.
“It’s always a pleasure working here,” you barely gasped out. Okay. Maybe that slap took a lot out of you more than you thought.
“Can I help you in anything else, Mrs. Sasan?” You asked while retrieving the slightly-wet-but-not-really towels and hanging them. Drying them was the last thing on your list. And since it wasn’t that late, you could spare some time to help out longer.
“[Name]!” The woman suppressed a squeal behind her palms, looking very touched at your offer. You think she shouldn’t be so shocked though. She’s a great boss and a close friend after working in this bakery for more than 3 years. “Honey, you are this world’s most precious treasure.”
“HOWEVER!”
She picked up a generously huge paper bag and nudged it into your arms.
“Wha—?” You peeked inside it, “Matcha tiramisu?”
“A treat for a job well done! Go home,” Your boss pouted, pointing outside with an exaggerated dismayed expression. “You’re always doing overtime. Even when it’s not busy!”
That’s because you like working here.
Knowing you were gonna shoot down her offer, she quickly interjected, “Catch up on new movies! Eat snacks! A proper night’s sleep!”
“At least let me help you close up—“
“No. Out you go, hun.”
Comically, your boss huffed and puffed, pushing you out the bakery while you hurriedly slipped off your apron and grabbed your bag along the way. The moment you’re standing on the entrance dazed and confused, she cutely blew you a kiss before shutting the door on your face.
BANG!
That just happened.
Ping~!
You raised your phone to your eyes, reading the new message.
Oh. It’s from your boss.
See you on Monday morning!
You blinked. Replying with a bland thumbs up emoji.
That just happened too.
And so, you’ve been kicked out of your favorite bakery while clutching to a bag of matcha tiramisu.
“I suppose I could brew tea and watch some cartoons tonight…”
Still, it’s disappointing you couldn’t stay longer inside your workplace.
Tak Tak
Your footsteps echoed on the cobblestone road. The area was empty. Expected of a low profile town. It’s only during the evening where everyone stays inside their homes and sleep. Normal. Unless they have nighttime jobs and even those were sparse in your community.
Walking the same path for years, you comfortably walked your route home.
Tak tak
Tok tok!
That…
Tak Tak
Tok Tok!
…..
Taktaktaktak!
Toktoktoktok!
Whoever they are, they are definitely following you.
You picked up the pace, trying to shake your pursuer off and turning corners you’d never take when going home.
Fuck. Again!?
This has been going on for weeks! You thought you were being paranoid so you didn’t bother telling anyone about it. That maybe you didn’t have a stalker.
Clearly, it was a mistake on your part. They became bold. Your fault really. You let them grow.
Now: you’re running away from a stalker.
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Tonight. She is gonna meet her sweetheart tonight! She swears!
She doesn’t know where she suddenly got the courage to, but she has to do it NOW before it runs out of juice!
Ooooh, what’s she gonna say!? Should she say hi? Be all suave? Cool!? Noooo! Maybe she’ll be such a super dork, stutter, and fumble on her words!
Oh no, oh no! She doesn’t want to mess up on first impressions!!!
Even when she triple checked her cuteness to appeal to you, maybe she really needed to wear those checkered pink and white stockings instead of pastel green and white! And maybe instead of fairy green for her dress, it should have been chartreuse!
‘Ugh! Now she’s gonna think I’m trying too hard. Well— I am, but I still wanted to appear casual.’
Oh. You’re running away too fast! How long was she daydreaming about your perfect encounter!?
She almost stumbled on her honey-colored platform heels trying to catch up. Belatedly, she realized maybe it was a horrible idea to dress up too much. The poofy dress she’s wearing was not running material. And the white floppy hat decorated with kitty pins were heavy.
The girl’s heart was pumping super fast when chasing after the apple of their eye. And that heavenly smell! Fresh pastries out of an oven! It definitely belonged to their sweetheart.
“Aaak! I’m so dumb. I forgot to wear my lucky bunny earrings! Now they’ll think I’m a forgetful klutz!”
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Persistent!
You were running out of options. You need to get away without losing more energy than this. Honestly, your lungs need a break.
“To hell with it.”
You ducked behind a huge trashcan. It’s the only available out for you. The rotten moldy banana peel didn’t both you. Much.
Shit. You know this hiding place won’t last. But what other choice did you have? What if they had a knife? A gun? Literally anything dangerous.
You don’t even know what their intentions are! And you’d rather not fuck around and find out.
“Okay. First things first.”
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“Oh no.” The girl frowned, head turning left and right but no sweetheart in sight. “I lost them!”
“No no no,” she cried out, gripping both her curly twin tails and burrowing her face in them. “Tonight was supposed to be our fateful meeting! I finally plucked the courage to try and say hi, but they’re gone! GONE!”
They were spiraling. Spiraling bad.
“Still here.”
BAM!
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You pinned the stalker to the wall. Their back against your front as you trapped their arms behind them.
“I’m not so dumb to notice you weren’t following me for a while.”
The girl struggled against your hold, trying to break free but failing.
“But how!? I was being super careful— grrrk!”
You pressed their face harder against the wall. Be gentle? Yeah right. She knew what she signed up for when they decided to be a creep.
“You’re just too obvious. Anyways, I’ve called the police.”
“Ehhhh!? You did!? B- Bu- Bu- But! Our fateful encounter—“
“A nightmare honestly.”
“Sweetheart- please! Just listen to me! We were made for each other—“
Thunk!
“SWEETHEART!!!”
The stalker girl sobbed behind the locked the police car. Things were not going according to her plan. It was completely derailed! She smushed her face against the glass, yelling at the officer to let her out!
You and the cop stared at each other for a long second. Then he got into his vehicle, ignored the girl’s whining, and drove away.
“Good riddance.”
You resumed your walk home like nothing ever happened. Even retrieving tbe matcha tiramisu you hid away during the mess.
You peeked inside the bag. Good. It was still intact and looking delicious.
“Still, is that how they produce them nowadays? Even I was better back when I had a “sweetheart”.”
Yes, you were a yandere. An ex-yandere. Who gave up being one so the love of their life could truly be happy. Currently? You’re just a normal person. A productive member of society, serving fresh bread and pastries.
Extra: stalker got out. Rich kid™️
Real Title:
Imagines: Newbie! Female! Yandere x Ex-Yandere! Female! Reader
Loser! Reader: your homemade lunch is the best! Always my most important meal of the day
Yandere! Childhood Friend, concerned: what do you usually eat when I’m not cooking for you???
Loser! Reader: instant noodles
Yandere! Childhood Friend: today’s breakfast?
Loser! Reader: instant noodles
Yandere!Childhood Friend: yesterday?
Loser! Reader: instant noodles
Yandere! Childhood Friend: ….. and the day before yesterday?
Loser! Reader: boiled egg…
Yandere! Childhood Friend, relieved: finally something normal
Loser! Reader: …paired with instant noodles!
Yandere! Childhood Friend: !?!?!?
Loser! Reader: it was the last one too so I cherished every bite of that egg
Yandere! Childhood Friend, “smiling”: Sweetheart, what did you eat last week?
Loser! Reader: also instant noodles. But! It was beef-flavored
Yandere! Childhood Friend:
Yandere! Childhood Friend: *now takes it upon himself to cook 3 filling and nutritious meals every single day for Loser! Reader because Yandere! Childhood Friend won’t allow him to die before their wedding*
also Yandere! Childhood Friend: *planting fruits and vegetables in his backyard so he could feed Loser! Reader well when he moves in permanently*
Loser! Reader, seeing him buy a sack of fertilizer from the school’s gardening club: why
His head throbbed. The pain was similar to being whacked repetitively by a mole wielding a hammer that attacks anything that moves. Unfortunately, he, the king of a “glorious” kingdom, was the usual victim of the dangerous creature.
A mountain of papers, piles and piles of them, threatened to tip over his desk. A sneeze from a mouse can make it fly everywhere. Honestly, cleaning up that mess sounded better than reading and signing for many painful back-breaking hours.
He angrily skimmed at the reports on his hand, wishing that it grew legs from fear and run away from him. “If someone comes in carrying more work for me, I will shove these papers up their ass—“
Being the king was the worst. Not only does he have to deal with papers, reports, and deals, but there’s also the problem of fixing the kingdom. If he knew in advance that he’d be inheriting this shitstorm right after his brother died from choking on a grape, a fucking grape of all things, he would have dropped everything and let himself be carried by his most trusted knight to a far far away land.
His quill has long stopped from writing signatures and was instead making a huge black blot on the papers. The King, instead of working, was giggling at his fantasies, his cheeks redder than the blood of his enemies slain by his beloved knight. Strong… strong and sexy arms carrying him to their home. It was a humble and fairy-like cottage, surrounded by forests and flowers.
His knight… him… living together… harvesting food from their garden… and following them all day would be their 2 adopted yellow baby ducklings.
“Mmph—!” His palm hurriedly covered his mouth to muffle his moan. Shit. Hopefully nobody heard that.
But seriously…
Imagining his knight chopping down trees for firewood to warm their home… and the king also using that firewood to make dinner for both of them…
He groaned at the thought. He really really wants to bear their children. Reality be damned. Their kids will be so cute and adorable. And they’ll also be cuddling with the yellow baby ducks.
Okay. He needs a break. Now. Before he uses his office for something not work related.
The King rose majestically from his seat, expensive robes flowing with his movements as he stepped out to the balcony.
THWANG!
TAK!
The sound of metal grinding against the other greeted him first. Followed by yells of determined young men and women duking it out with their training partners.
He tapped on the railings, cooly and mysteriously. His piercing gaze swept across the training fields until it landed on one knight: you.
Sweat was tantalizingly dripping off your body, that white shirt clinging like second skin to your muscular frame. Why do those pants look extra tight today? The King hopes it stays that way.
He gulped his thirst when he saw you wipe a drop of sweat from your sharp jaw. Holy. And when you grabbed your huge greatsword, your arm flexed with might. The King’s stomach flipped at that deadly visual. Whoever said your strength and skills are what strikes terror to your enemies, they are wrong. Clearly they haven’t seen you without your armor and helmet. They would kneel like devout worshippers if only they knew.
The knights on the field sweatdropped seeing their king on the balcony again. This was a very usual sight but it’s still very hard to get used to. He was standing there. With puppy eyes and hearts popping around his head.
If they trace his gaze, it leads to the strongest knight in the kingdom: you. And you were oblivious to the king’s pining and was preoccupied slashing a training dummy.
“Should we- uh- tell him?”
“No way. It’s fun seeing the infamous poker-faced king acting like a maiden in love.”
“He’s more of an obsessed lunatic but sure. Whatever.”
The King longingly sighed, feeling refreshed just from watching you. He wondered if he can ask for your shirt. And if anyone asks: No. He doesn’t want it washed. Just give it as it is. Sweat and all.
He let out another lovesick sigh. “I want to run away with him.”
Your childhood friend was in the school library, making highlighted notes and flash cards while waiting for you. He doesn’t want to see his beloved get held back a year. Don’t want to see them sad because it makes him sad too :(
He’s so prepared he got study materials, your favorite snacks and drinks, an emotional support plushie, and a bunch of star stickers to give you if you get something correct from the quizzes he’ll give you.
Childhood friend was so ready >:D
Random person: excuse me! Can I sit beside you?
Yandere! Childhood Friend: no. I’m saving this seat for someone else.
Random person: I don’t see them. Why waste your time waiting? Just spend time with me, handsome~!
You arrived late asf, see the scene, and connected the dots quickly cuz of course your best friend gets hit on in public. happens almost all the time. but anyways, as much as you’re jealous of their popularity, good looks, and natural talent to do everything perfectly (and how you currently want to leave him because why are they friends with someone like you. They are amazing, cool, and and and especially stupid cuz it’s stupid of them to help you out when he can do so much better with their time—)
Oh. Oh, he looks so uncomfortable. You could see that person undressing your friend with their eyes. Any longer and they’ll probably physically harass him too.
Sigh.
You rolled up your sleeves and smoothly sat on the saved seat, surprising your friend and the rando: hey, honey. Sorry, this seat’s taken. But you can take the seat behind us. Gives you the best view to see us sloppily making out.
Random person: what
Yandere! Childhood friend, gasps happily about to propose right then and there: ❤️❤️❤️
MC, laying waste to cities and acts more of a demon king than the og when trying to catch a pigeon: MWAHAHAHAHA HOTTER HOTTER! ASHES TO ASHESSSSS!!!!! DON’T LET THEM ESCAPE
Holy Priest: Did we summon the wrong hero?
Yandere! God, watching you with heart eyes: no. they’re perfect. A better hero than the rest.
“Fuck…..” You hissed through your teeth, letting a bit of your frustration out on display. A failing grade. If you don’t pull up your weight on finals, you’d have to repeat the year. Again.
Bonk!
You groaned after banging your head on the nearest wall. Did it give you a clearer mind? No. But maybe if you hit harder, it could be more, like: magically solving all your problems.
Or a concussion. Which would… really make your whole situation worse.
“I… I can’t fail. I need to pass.”
Seriously, you can’t fail again. Money is already tight. No scholarship (cuz you’re too stupid), no support from family (they left you and your mom to rot), no nothing. Even all the odd jobs you do barely provides for everything! You haven’t paid rent for the apartment for two months. Food? Even cup noodles are starting to become expensive to you.
Thin ice. That’s what you’re standing on.
DING!
A notification snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts.
You fished your phone from your bag. It was a text. From him.
Want to eat out?
Should you? You were having a great time by yourself. And you aren’t exactly in the mood for anything else at the moment.
I’ll pay
give me sec
Nevermind. You’re eating good tonight. So you hurriedly slipped on your footwear and dashed to the address he gave you. It’s really convenient to have a guy with insane senses who knows when you’re down and needs a cheer-up.
And yes, you know it’s creepy that he always gets the timing right, but it hasn’t killed you yet so…
He was right across the street, waving at you and pointing at the cafe you’ll both be dining in.
‘Other than mom, he’s the only one I got anyways.’
Loser! Reader, wearing a maid dress cuz he’s broke and penniless asf and needs a job super badly: hello, master. How can I serve you today?
Yandere! Childhood Friend, knows Reader works here and showed up to tip a ton and prob get a kiss. What he didn’t take into account is that he overestimated himself and couldn’t hold back the urge to shamelessly ogle his beloved:
Loser! Reader: Master?
Yandere! Childhood Friend: can we do it in my bedroom—
Loser! Reader, grumbling and about to yeet his phone: where is that guy? He told me to meet up around church.
Loser! Reader’s Mom, appearing outta nowhere: oh! There you are! I can’t believe you’re late to your own special event!
Loser! Reader: ….what special event?
Loser! Reader pushed into the church and rose petals rained. All seats were occupied by his family, friends, classmates, and wait— is that a bunch of cute dogs wearing neck ties? And in front of the altar, Yandere! Childhood Friend was wearing a white suit, looking all polished and gorgeous paired with his charming smile.
Loser! Reader, letting his yandere try his cooking: it’s good right?
Yandere! Childhood Friend: absolutely horrid
MC: D:
Yandere! Childhood Friend: you need cooking lessons
Yandere! Childhood Friend, internally laughing like a mastermind: I can teach him. We can spend more time together this way. I get to be close to him. He gets to eat more healthy. We’ll look like a married couple. We’ll be a married couple. In absolute domestic bliss, we’ll be baking cookies together and he’ll be swiping raw cookie dough and I’ll be gently teasing him about being so impatient—
Random classmate, trying out a spoonful of Loser! Reader’s cooking: you suck. Lemme. I’ll help you out—
Yandere! Childhood Friend: PUT THE SPOON DOWN OR BECOME AN INGREDIENT FOR THE BOILING SOUP
Yandere! Popular! Male! Childhood Friend: let’s go home. Mom’s calling us for dinner.
Loser! Male! Reader: mom??? You mean your mom, right?
Yandere! Popular! Male! Childhood Friend, smiling: no. Your mom. She told me to call her that recently. Anyways, Let’s go before that lasagna gets cold.
Loser! Male! Reader: wha—
Yandere! Popular! Male! Childhood Friend: also she wants to know the date of our wedding
Naruto Imagines: Reincarnated! Gender Neutral! Reader
You’d like to say you aren’t a reckless person, but continuing to use a motorcycle with a flat tire in the rain is pretty reckless.
You were dying.
You’re not pointing fingers, but if it weren’t for that duck (yes a duck in the middle of the road), you’d have arrived at your destination without any mishaps or accidents (even with a flat tire).
Now, look at yourself. You’re in this mess cuz you couldn’t bear to live with a guilty conscience of turning that duck into roadkill.
Head was bleeding a lot. Your body was sore all over. Bruises and scrapes? Definitely many. Are your bones intact? Doubtful.
The blood mixed with rain water was terrifying. That all came from you? Fuuuuck. So this is why they strongly advise people to wear helmets. Maybe if you wore one, maybe you wouldn’t be bleeding this much. This one’s on you. Forgetting a helmet because you were in a hurry.
And to make matters worse, last you checked, time was 2:23 AM. And the area you’re around in was always secluded when it’s around those hours.
Conclusion: there won’t be anyone nearby to help you and chances of survival is slim. (Maybe none if you wanna be pessimistic.)
Phone…. Your phone is too far from reach to call for help. If you stay like this until morning, there won’t be any need to save you. Death claimed you before the ambulance could.
Shit. Your surroundings are getting darker.
Haha…
You’re really dying.
Never mind the helmet. Never mind the rain. Never mind your motorcycle with a flat tire. And never mind the duck the most.
You should have stayed home.
If second chances exist, you hope you never feel the need to be in a hurry ever again.
Drip
You died.
And opened your eyes to see an unfamiliar woman holding you to her chest.
\(^~^)+++(^~^)/
Long story short: you reincarnated.
You did get your second chance. A whole new shot at life. You thought nothing would stop you this time as you’re equipped with knowledge far beyond what an infant knows—
You were so fucking wrong.
You and your new family evacuated far away from the chaos caused by the Nine-Tails. Yes, the Nine-Tails: Kurama. From fucking Naruto. How you confirmed it was the Nine-Tails from Naruto? You saw the hokage stone faces while you ran for your lives.
When did you realize you’re in the Naruto world?
Just now. JUST NOW WHEN THE EARTH SHOOK AND YOUR LIVING ROOM CRUSHED BY A HUGE DEBRIS.
You sobbed into your new mother’s arms. You only remembered your past life today! Why only now!? This body was born a month before this mayhem! You could have planned an escape, but noooooo, whoever put you here was an asshole with their timing.
Second chances be damned. You should have stayed dead. If you aren’t gonna die from the Nine-Tails, there’s plenty more chances for you to die in the future.
Fuck Konoha and its high mortality rate!
Luckily, your family evacuated safely and everything was semi-okay now if you ignore an army of ninjas trying to stop the havoc. Sigh.
Okay, while everyone be panicking, you are gonna cope by planning out how to stay safe in this world of ninjas. First and foremost rule is to definitely avoid getting involved with canon. To do that, don’t ever meet or make a huge impact on important characters.
How hard could that be?
Easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy. Throughout your six years of living, you have cleverly avoided anything that would get you involved with the plot.
Mom wants to buy flowers from the Yamanaka shop and Ino is currently manning it? Look, mom, there’s another flower stall over that block and it’s nicer-looking and cheaper.
Dad is hungry for some barbecue? Uh-oh, Choji and his family are eating there. Dad, over there! A soba shop is offering a challenge! Finish the entire bowl and you don’t have to pay anything!
On your grocery trip, you and Itachi were about to reach for the same tomato and Sasuke was behind him? You smoothly turned your hand to reach for the closest vegetable beside the tomatoes and quickly payed for the goods without making eye contact with either Uchiha and skedaddled. You might be eating your most disliked vegetable for dinner, but nothing tastes more delicious than avoiding canon.
You leisurely walked through Konoha’s streets, celebrating your clean record of six years by eating your favorite candy. Last year, you had sakura mochi.
Keeping this streak will be easy as pie! You and your new family will definitely die from old age. Accidents? No, you only see yourself dying wrinkly and content!
“Look! The monster is crying! Wah-wah-wah, like a little baby.”
….. Of course. You round a corner and see tiny motherfuckers that ruined the sweetness of your candy. They didn’t notice you because you’re hidden and they’re too busy beating another kid up.
Not your problem, though. Time to get another batch to get that sweetness back—
“Ple-Please stop! It hurts!”
That voice?
On closer look…. Ah. You should have realized it when there’s “monster” and bullying in one situation.
Naruto Uzumaki.
The main character of the series named after him was beaten black and blue as he hunched on the ground, helplessly covering himself from the group beating. He got many bruises on his arms and you bet there’s more under his shirt. There was even nasty scrapes— did they just grab his hair roughly? He even has a huge cut on his cheek???
They were laughing. Laughter was supposed to sound innocent, free, and represent joy. But it wasn’t.
It was mocking. Sadistic. With the intent to hurt. This was the type of sound you’d never expect to come out from a kid’s mouth.
This wasn’t the first time you’ve seen Naruto getting bullied. From adults, teenagers, and kids the same age as you and him— they can be very horrible and cruel to someone more helpless and vulnerable than them. Even with the Nine-Tails in him, the current Naruto doesn’t fight back against them. (Not yet anyways.)
He was just a kid. A kid taken advantage of by ignorant masses solely because there’s no one better than him to take accountability for the casualties of Konoha during the Nine-Tail’s rampage.
It wasn’t his fault. It really wasn’t. Even if he knew anything about everything— about the beast sealed in him, his parents, and the village’s stupid reason of discriminating him—
It wasn’t his fault.
And again, you watch him become the outlet of their rage and sorrow.
And again, you walked away pretending you never saw anything.
You need to live long in this life.
This second chance…
“What did I ever do to you?!”
“Monster! Monster! Monster!”
…need to look away. This is just one of the many. He’ll get true friends later on anyways and have a happy ending unlike you with an uncertain future.
“I-I’m not a monster!”
He’ll face many trials and important character deaths for his character development. His problem now is lighter and isn’t as bad compared to what he’ll face soon.
“Hold his arms! He needs to learn his lesson!”
He’ll achieve his dream of becoming a Hokage, get married to the nicest girl, and have two kids and one of them is named Boruto and you never liked watching that show because it was better when you didn’t know there was aliens in a ninja world.
Yeah. He’ll be fine.
“Stop! Stop—“
THWAK!
“Ow! Who threw that!?”
THWAK! THWAK! THWAK!
“Ow ow ow ow!”
When did you become such a bystander? Did you die and save a duck just to be an asshole?
“You! The one with the candy! Why are you throwing rocks at us!?”
That duck probably had a sixth sense to know you were incoming. So even if you did not swerve the motorcycle into your death, they would just fly away before you could hit them and you would live without knowing you avoided said death.
But you took no chances.
You still swerved anyways, so that duck will be completely unharmed.
Maybe the reason why you’ve reincarnated is because the duck pleaded to a higher being to give you another chance?
“Hey! What are you standing around for? Come here so we can beat you up together with this monster!”
“Yeah!”
You suddenly let out a loud groan, surprising the bullies and Naruto. “My duck delusions are getting out of hand. My plan of 6 years is going off the rails. What next? I get a nice wife too?”
“What are you talking about?”
You looked at Naruto. He probably was shocked the most. You know no one bothered to stick up to him until you came around. That gaping expression of his really gave it away.
“Hehe. Hahahahah!”
“Are they… are they crazy!?”
Old or young, Naruto is still so easy to see through. He can’t even disguise the hope shining in his eyes! As expected of the knucklehead ninja and the comfort character of your childhood. Mini-you certainly did not waste watching everything (even the fillers!) so the you now can figure out what’s going through his mind.
You grinned, picking up a convenient-sized and convenient-placed plank and pointed it at them.
“Grit your teeth, punks! You’re in for a hugeeee ass-whopping!”
That duck better plead for your third chance too cuz you’re dying young again dattebayo.
Whenever there’s a slightest inconvenience in Loser! Male! Reader’s life: *Toxic by Britney Spears plays as he seductively slides off his shirt to reveal his self-proclaimed “sexy” shoulder*
Yandere! Popular! Male! Childhood Friend: If you think showing that will solve your problems—
Yandere! Popular! Male! Childhood Friend, bribing and blackmailing others to never mess with his beloved again: then you’re completely right.
Imagines: Yandere! Cutthroat x Gender Neutral! Civilian! Reader
Unfortunately or fortunately if y’all are into that , you’re stuck with Cutthroat and his terrifying-as-fuck ways to show his love for you.
And cuz you’re a random normal person he suddenly got obsessed with, in no way are you into a criminal who can definitely kill you in your sleep. Even if he tells you he won’t kill you, you think it’s just a matter of time he gets bored of you and turn you headless red fountain he calls it when you were unlucky enough to see him kill others in that way
Of course it’s normal for you to see him kill! That’s a constant thing you encounter in your twisted one-sided relationship. He is always chased by the authorities, and since they have “red” in them, he slices their throats to see them better! Of course, you’d cry and scream at the sight. And you know how he likes the color red, right? Well, even his “comfort” will just result in you sobbing and vomiting all over.
Gender Neutral! Civilian! Reader: *crying and sobbing over seeing him kill their friends and family who attempted to save reader*
Cutthroat: why are you sad? Oh, I know what’ll cheer you up!
Cutthroat: *proceeds to kill more people in front of reader*
