Obey the Sheep

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[colddelusionsheep]

Been thinking about Red River/Anatolia Story. Can't get a plantoic yandere ABO fanfiction out of my head.....like at all. Like the idea is that the reader is actually the missing princess of Suppiluliuma I and Queen Hinti.....just a rough concept but I need plantoic yandere content for this manga

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ch.7 pt 1: again &. again (platonic! yandere batfam x neglected! gn reader)

directory: read under the end for an author's note.

"hi big bro—"

unsent.

"hi dick!!! i just got your number from alfie :DD he said it might be easier for me to contact you through your phone since it's not often that you're here in gotham :( which sucks but i understand! at least i've got something else to talk to you with!"

"so that brings me to my plans!!!—

"but first, do you have the time to hang out, please! it's my treat! :))) it can be in a restaurant or just here, over at home. together!!! i rmr you promised me the manor tour, i really really hope you didn't forget it!"

"also, my bday's coming soon! you don't have to buy me a gift or anything, your presence is enough of one already! i'm planning on cupcakes since a cake is too much for me. so if you're free around the afternoon next month, you can choose whatever flavor of frosting you want! alfie's helping me bake it, and i really hope you can come to my celebration!"

"but anyways, i'll be waiting for your reply, dick! if you can't hang out within this week then... oh well! i'm not available next week since classes start, but i hope it's this week since i really really miss you, hahaha :)))"

"p.s., don't forget about my birthday!"

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"hey dick! any updates so far??? :(( my bday's just passed, but it's alright! i wasn't expecting too much from you since i know you've got responsibilities and such hehe."

"... so you might be busy—"

"but i understand!!! :)) just text me once you're online and if you read this! you don't have to accept my invites, i just gotta know so i wouldn't waste any reservations. so please, please, please answer me!"

"... please."

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"dick!!! i heard it's your birthday through alfred! so happy birthday, dick! may many blessings come your way because you're the bestest ever! i've got a gift all wrapped up for you, though i know you're in bludhaven right now, alfred helped me arrange it to be delivered to you soon! just text me when you want me to send it over. love you!!!"

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"am i blocked? :( sorry to assume, but i think my messages aren't coming through your phone. oh, and i still have your gift, by the way! even though it's been a few weeks, there's nothing wrong with a belated happy birthday gift, right?!"

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"hello???"

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"i miss you."

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"please just answer me for once..."

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"... i'm starting to think you hate me, dick."

unsent.

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"alfred told me about what happened. i didn't know you had a fight with bruce back when it was your birthday. i'm sorry that happened, dick."

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"hey... if you need anyone to talk to, you do know i'm here, right? you don't have to run off to another city at all and ignore everybody in the house when things get bad. we could talk it out, spend some time together, talk nasty things about bruce behind his back, do anything, just anything. it doesn't even have to be dinner dates— we're siblings, you told me we are."

unsent.

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"... we're still siblings, aren't we? do you consider me as your sibling, dick?"

unsent.

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"i miss you. even if it's been quite some time — some years — since we even had an actual conversation. you're still an older brother to me. i hope you know that. even if you and tim and all the others act like i'm not here. i still love you all. it hurts to admit it, but i do."

unsent.

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"is it because i'm not one of you guys? is that why everyone pretends i don't exist? because i'm not some hero like you? or is it a secret third thing? do i even exist in your minds? just tell me—"

"please just fucking tell me. so i stop hoping for something, dick."

unsent.

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"that was insensitive of me, i'm sorry, dick."

"i wish you could just reply to me. just once."

"... i'll see you after a few months again, i guess."

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"i saw how you were with tim and damian and the others."

"i saw you all at the theatre, with them. with your friends, the titans, and all your siblings. even bruce had the gall, he found the fucking time to visit you guys over there."

"wow, just wow."

"i saw the posts, the selfies, everything. you were having so much fun weren't you? i wish that was me. i wish i had that kind of bond. i wish i was part of something. i wish i could afford to take my friends to the theatre, have some fun, take great selfies, laugh and pretend like nothing in the world bothers us. but they've been taken away from me, they all started to avoid me because they saw the way you and the others ignore me too in public. they think there's something wrong with me because of the way you treat me out in public— they think that if they copied your actions, it'd be enough to warrant your attention in public too."

"haha. that hurts a lot, being ignored by even the people you call your friends. can't you see just how much you're also indirectly hurting me?"

"i wish you had the decency to at least invite me. you could've just placed me on the sidelines, i could stay quiet if you wanted me to. i don't mind being the fucking wallflower."

"because at least that meant i was invited—"

"because at least that meant you thought of me for even one fucking second. that i mattered more than just your flimsy promises of "next time.""

"it would've stung less if you had just confronted me and told me you and all the others never cared all along."

"i mean it's obvious you never did. i just wish you said it to my face. i just wish you'd come to my room for once and tell me i never mattered. but even that's too much of a favor, huh? i'm just so irrelevant to you. i should've known how it'd all turn out for us— and yet..."

"i didn't know you were capable of giving so much love."

"i didn't know that the dick grayson i knew in my eyes, who used to be my light before, who used to give me so much hope right after mom left the world; who also ignored me, who always turned the other way around or shooed me off when i asked for his time— i didn't know he could smile so much with other people around him. i never knew there was that side of you that could make everybody feel better, safe, loved."

"whenever i think of you, i think of your stupid back and your wandering eyes. that's all i ever see: you turning away from me like the sight of me repulses you."

"at this point, that just makes me the problem, huh?"

"bruce acts that way too. between me and tim. you two welcomed him easier than you did me. i should've known from the start that i didn't even matter at all. i should've known that a child like me before wasn't pitiful enough to be even noticed. i don't even know why i expect so much when it comes to me. i shouldn't even act so entitled when i don't even exist in this hellhole."

"... i hate you dick, i hate you so much."

unsent.

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"i wish you knew how much i fucking hate you. but you don't even read my messages."

unsent.

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"it's always the same with you people. i don't even know why i even try in the first place."

unsent.

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"i'm sick of pretending like i'm happy every time i greet you here and in person. you make me sick."

"but if i saw you that way, then you probably see me as something worse then. i'm a disgusting, selfish, attention-seeking leech to you, aren't i?"

"that's probably why you could never look me straight in the eyes."

"you hate me more than i claim to hate you."

unsent.

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"i hope you remember how you were supposed to take me out for dinner. i hope you remember how you promised to take me around the manor. i hope you remember how much i think of you and the others everyday whilst i couldn't even be a passing glance to any one of you. i hope you remember at least even a semblance of me before i leave for college."

"but you won't."

"i know you won't. even if i paraded all over the halls of this stupid house and announced i'd be killing myself, none of you wouldn't even bat an eye."

"if you couldn't even fulfill a promise you made to me years ago, a promise you made to me months ago— then you sure as hell wouldn't care if i left this place. there's nothing worth staying here for anymore."

unsent.

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"it's just so unfair, dick."

"everyone here is so unfair."

"what did i even do to deserve this?"

"did i do something wrong? did i say something wrong? did i hurt anybody? did i kill anybody? what did i do to make you ignore me so suddenly before?"

"i want to know the answer so bad, but it's too quiet when you're all not around for the night."

"it's just too quiet."

"like i'm not even deserving enough to be considered noise around you."

unsent.

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"sorry for being too much."

"i didn't realize how annoying i sounded in every message of mine."

"i won't be long in this manor anyways... so for all it's worth—"

"i won't bother you anymore."

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home sweet home.

a resounding click! echoed throughout your apartment as you kick your door closed. you brace yourself for the pain subsiding in your sides, kneeling down — and keeping your crutches as support for your weight — to place the cardboard box you held to your right, it was a flimsy thing punched with holes to allow air to enter and right atop of it was a container of your favorite meal jason had insisted you keep.

afterwards, you pulled yourself up as slowly as you could, wincing and taking in deep breaths in the middle of standing up.

finally, safe and sound.

a relieved sigh escaped your parched throat. leaning back, your eyes had shut closed, embracing the wriggling darkness. there, you remain standing, brain detangling every thought and notion you'd forcefully put aside to stay sane throughout your entire hours long journey to at least reach the safety of your apartment.

a moment. you just needed a moment to take it all in.

the air was crisp, a cold and unforgivable reminder that winter had started to take a toll on the temperature.

yet it wasn't enough to cool your torrid thoughts.

yesterday, or two days ago- you couldn't fathom the time you were spent drunk: the flirting, the buzzing noise, your lightheaded words, your night ending in near death. when you were unconscious from the bloodied hits of that awful, pungent man and his lackeys. jason, his worries, your confessions, your life.

you need to recall everything. you need time to think—

alone.

it was hypocritical of you to desire seclusion — when you had spent your entire life mourning for another human presence beside you — but you needed to be alone right now, no matter how suffocating and prickly the silence of your apartment was; something bigger was swallowing you whole.

you opted to have mary leave you be after a long day despite her insistence to at least accompany you all the way to your apartment, or just stay with you for the night up until morning where she'll get her roommate to pick her up by car. but you really couldn't handle the offer, even if tempting, since you couldn't deal with another human presence right in your space or else you'll break.

as much as she felt like a guiding light directing you away from the darkness that was jason's suffocating obsession to keep you safe — like you suddenly mattered in his life, like he didn't spew all that bullshit about being your older brother when he never acted that way with you before — you just couldn't afford hearing out her valid defenses, wanting to drown more in your emotions more than pretend like you're stronger than you are.

it didn't take much to convince her to go her way.

your sad, pleading eyes begging her for an ounce of space, to give you time to rest was enough to have her frown. despite her valid defenses about safety in the night, your mind was set on being left alone.

and she did after some back and forth, leaving the lobby with a grim sigh, calling her roommate to come pick her up. after you had watched her back slowly fade into the distance, you went your merry way up the elevators, down the winding halls, ignoring the aching in your sides, the sour mildew clinging in the air, the almost alive, pulsing and breathing of the walls; up until you reach the very room you stand in now— trying your best not to be reminded of the ghostly silence that had always followed you.

so now, it was only you, yourself, and a mass of anxiety and paranoia that had started to dig its way into your heart and had sat beside you in all your isolation.

you wanted nothing more than to rid these new sensations: the unbidden comfort you felt when you finally felt jason's embrace, the smoke and ash still clinging in the fabrics of your jacket bringing you nostalgia to when you first met him under the moonlit night in that kitchen, the gratitude you disallowed yourself to feel when jason had remembered your favorite dish and went as far as buy it for you, all warm and toasty on the bedside cabinet from when you woke up—

you wanted nothing more than to sit in the middle of your room and stare into nothingness, spend hours passing time if it meant leaving your thoughts and worries buried deep somewhere before it could ultimately devour you whole again.

you don't want to want anymore.

you need to make yourself not need anymore.

because if you fall into that madness named desire, you're afraid you'll only end up unfulfilled and alone once more.

"ngh!" it didn't take long before your crutches slipped away from your sore shoulders, legs sliding against the floor. when your bottom hit the ground, the striking pain of the collision crashed like violent waves in a storm, rolling all the way to the wounds on your hips, and—

"shit! fucking hell, it hurts." you cry out curses, the tears you try to desperately contain had started to roll down your sunken cheeks. your throat, parched and devoid of hydration, sounded like the young kid who'd cried out to the sight of their deceased mother.

stupid, stupid, just stupid.

your entire life is just one cruel, endless joke.

right beside you, your crutches thud against the hard floors, metal beating down like strikes of thunder. you wince at the volume, eyes shutting once more. and just like thunder, your bitten lips couldn't clamp down faster than the racing shrieks aching to be released.

"just...! when will everything just end?" your question hangs in the air as your head lulls against the hard doors, palms clenched around your waist to satiate the violent throbbing. you knew nobody would answer you, you knew that the alfred you'd always imagine comforting you couldn't always give you answers — because he's just a figment of your imagination, because he's who you always run to when the questions become too heavy and convoluted, when the silence was too loud and nagging — you knew that, even if you'd beg to the gods you cursed, even if you'd unblock dick and told him to give you answers, abided in your friends, found counseling—

you knew that there is no end to this curse you call life.

you knew that running away from problems meant you'd tire sooner, that it'll begin to catch up to you and lock you up once more.

you hated being alone, you wished you had someone to lie to you and tell you it'll all be better in the end; you wished your mom was right beside you like she was in the damned dream, you wish to still remember the sensation of her gentle fingers running across your matted hair, hear her voice consoling you until your tears had ceased to roll down your cheeks

like a child dreamed of reliving their happiest birthday everyday, you wish she was alive still.

you wish your life had ceased at five years old. you wish you'd lay right beside her decaying corpse instead of laying on the floor of your dingy apartment; alone, and barely alive, but never living the life you dreamed of living from when you were that stupidly naive child.

but you're here, an unwilling victim to your misfortune, and you have no choice but to live through it all. killing yourself is a choice you never wanted to touch upon, a choice you never wish to entertain anymore.

if you did, what would your mother think of you in the afterlife?

if you did, what measures would someone like jason make just to bring you back alive?

shaking your head, a chuckle, sardonic and bitter and loud, cuts you off from your tears, remembering how nobody but alfred even knew you'd left the fucking manor. nobody but him checked up on you, nobody acknowledged you from when you were there, so what of it when you're not?

only your small circle of friends threw you a small welcome party to a new life, spoiled you to the pleasures of alcohol and sleazy bars. they'd announce a toast to independence, to freedom, to a life away from them.

but were you truly away if they were never that close to begin with?

if jason hadn't been coincidentally in the same area as you from behind that bar, then would you still be alive to tell the story? would you just be another news article buried under the countless masses of headlines?

no, you're good as dead. no world-altering event, no pit, no magician could save your soul from being shattered and ripped from within your body.

would they even care? would your so-called family even mourn someone they never truly knew?

"no, god, as if they cared about me at all."

as excruciating as it is to admit, the thought made your wobbling lips quirk upwards, head bury deep within your palms. then, your fingers trace across lingering scars and lumps across your scalp, a reminder of all the times you'd pick at skin until it bled.

it's absurd to think about the answers to the questions you'll never escape from. but the answers were as clear as the day you were born with no father by your mother's side:

you don't matter in their world:

you wish they didn't matter to yours too, but you've been too attached to the concept of someone else caring about you for even the slightest. feelings like those are hard to detach from, especially if the love you yearned for was a love once reciprocated by your mother—

but whatever, life and time, trials and tribulations, they never cease for just a single person.

no matter how pathetic and miserable you were, you had to keep going on. if not for your mother, then out of spite from jason's insistence that you couldn't survive alone when it had always been the opposite— when you've pretty much lived your life without his company anyways.

you're fine without him, without them.

no, no.

you're not fine. there was no world where you've been fine for more than a second, but you've been better off without them at the same time. that's what makes a difference, you convince yourself.

at least here, in your sullen, little apartment, there was nobody else allowed to consume your space and your thoughts.

at least here, the only danger you have against yourself is you.

and yet, the silence only grows bigger and hungrier.

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PLEASE READ: 3.4K+ words. special post, it's supposed to be longer. but you know what happened? my phone restarted, i opened my notes app and huzzah! the first part i was editing got half of it deleted! the other parts are safe except for this one. this was supposed to be four scenes in total, amounting to 7k+ or more. i didn't even get a single grasp on its final word count. it fucking sucks, i despise the world for doing this to me. but as promised, here's the chapter, no matter how short it is. i apologize if it's not on par to your expectations, honestly, it gets better in the (supposed) second half of this part. but again, life happens. things happen no matter how much it sucks. i'll be rewriting the second half of this tomorrow and hopefully i can post it by the next night. if there are any delays, please spare me, i'm trying my best to not cry over my stuff getting deleted.

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[colddelusionsheep]

Thinking about the stone age......and plantoic yanderes.....so here, a one shot just for me ngl. Hope y'all enjoy too tho(no minors and feel free to send asks for more stone age plantoic yanderes). The reader is fem and low-key, and has really weak health. This will be the start of a story, so part one!

Please don't use my works for AI or anything like that! And this story will deal with heavy topics, such as abuse, death, starving, ect....

Plantoic yandere stone age tribe x fem reader who is sickly.

Your feet are bleeding.....you can barely breathe......but you just can't go back to your tribe.....to your father.... The Praxil were not known for their kindness. Even being the daughter of the chief didn't spare you from their cruelty.

The feeling you had towards them were nothing but sadness in disappointing them. Your brothers and sisters' stares as you collapsed during your coming of age ceremony burned into your memory. It was known you could never make it, that you could never past. It was known since your birth. You had just hoped that the Great Fire could have given you a miracle, but you supposed it didn't want to waste its embers on you. Your father certainly didn't want to waste any more resources on you. He was just waiting for the moment after you failed your ceremony to proclaim that you clearly were no use to the Great Fire and the only way you could give back for all that you had taken from the tribe was to be a sacrifice to the Great Fire.

You knew it was wrong to run....to be a coward, that is no manner of which a child of the Praxil tribe should behave. Yet, the fear of the fire was always something you had. The fear of being rejected in your death as you were in life by the Great Fire even more. One could wonder if one could be forgiven by one's tribe. Best not to dwell on it.

Slowing down, you decided that you must have gotten far enough from them. Not that you can really imagine them ever wasting precious time and resources on catching you.

The Great Fire, the Sun, was setting. Darkness started to creep in at its loss of sight. You are dead, you have no food, no water, no tools, and most certainly nothing to protect yourself with if an animal decides you look tasty. You truly were a failure, even in running away.

Sitting down, the cold grass helps ground you. You guess you could continue going the direction you were headed. But really, what was the point, you were dead either way. Maybe you should go back, return to your tribe(could you call them your tribe now?). Let your death help the tribe, and let your life finally give something back to them.

Before you could continue on with your depressed thoughts, voices echoed through the trees. You quickly hid as best you could. Under a fallen log. Mud getting into your cuts and hair.

The voices were both male, one deep, serious, almost emotonless. It reminded you of your father's. While the other one is lighter, with a strange joyfulness that had sadness like no other in it.

"I think this migration is best for us, let us truly move past the danger." The deep voice gave no room for argument. Like it already made up its mind and the plan.

The lighter voice, filled with almost tears answered with questioning and hurt "It hasn't even been 12 moons yet, and you already want to leave. I get the danger, but at least give yourself time to mourn. I worry for you, you barely eat and the whole Tribe sees how weak you are getting, we are all worried, I am worried."

"You are my heart, which mourns for me. I must think best for the tribe, I do not get time to mourn, to grieve like you do."

"The tribe will not think differently of you, my wolf."

"Yet I will." Once again, the voice leaves no room for questioning.

You tried to stay as quiet as possible, but a slight shift of your foot gave way to sound. The two men went quiet, like two predators who realized the hunt was about to start. Time felt like it went all too fast yet all too slow at the same time.

Praying that if the Great Fire ever had given you a single flame of luck, that the two voices would start again, that they would just brush off the noise as something harmless (truth be told you were, even if you didn't want to be). Yet luck was not on your side.

Somehow, one of them was able to move behind the log you were hiding under. This person grabbed your ankle and pulled you out. Letting out a yelp, you quickly saw that the one who pulled you at was a man that looked to have seen many moons. He had scars all over him, one even over his left eye, leaving it white. While his other one was a deep honey color. His locs tied up in a ponytail.

A gasp came from the other side of you, behind your head. The second man, had pale almost white hair that was shoulder length. Tanned skin with a mole right under his right eye. His eyes were a brilliant sky blue.

"It's a child....what in the Great Skies is a child doing in such a condition alone here." His voice was full of worry and kindness. Like he just couldn't imagine such neglect towards a child(even tho you were not one, even if you did fail your coming of age ceremony it still showed you seen enough moons to be considered an adult).

The man with the wolf pelt scoffed, "The Praxil must have slaughtered her tribe. Then left her to die as befitting their cruelty."

The hatred in his voice left you shaking....for multiple reasons. His hash grip on your ankle was unrelenting.

"Tavo! My wolf! Be gentle, she is just a kid and your grip is already bruising her....let her go she clearly is no threat to us and in no state to run." The pale headed male knelt down to you, as the harsh grip on your ankle was let go. "Where are you from child? Why are you in this state alone?"

You looked into his blue eyes, your voice came out weak, pathetic. "I am not a child." You even cringed at your own voice. Deciding best not to answer his questions.

The man that got heard called Tavo, let out a deep laugh. It was patronizing. It reminded you how the elders from your tribe, your clan, would speak about you.

"Look at you, you look like a wind could push you over. You are weak and small, no matter how many moons you have seen, this makes you a child." Tavo didn't hold back.

"Sorry I am not a giant like you." You knew it was stupid to provoke these two, definitely the bigger one, but being called a child simply annoyed you. Definitely with the past couple of days.

"I am sorry for my love's words, small one. It's just.....we are both surprised that someone who clearly is very young and in such a state to be alone. We mean no harm. People call me Rurv. What is your name, honey?"

You don't know if it was a good idea to share your name with these two. The thought of what they may do to you if they find out that you are a Praxil sent shivers down your spine. Then again, it isn't like they would know who you are even with your name. It wasn't like your clan was very proud to present you to anyone. The idea of people knowing your name outside your clan before you died felt nice.

"It's y/n."

"That is a lovely name, honey. Can you tell us why you are out here?" You couldn't help but notice how Rurv called you honey instead of your name. Like he believed that calling your name would add weight to it somehow.

You thought about lying to them, but honestly, you had no idea what lie you could have made. You were in a bad state, it was a miracle that you are not dead yet. The blood from your cuts definitely should have brought predators to you(and a sinking feeling in your gut said it did. Just not in the way one would suspect).

"I was running." You decided it was best to keep it simple and short....maybe they will decide you are not worth their time.

"From what?" Tavo sounded suspicious, not that you were lying, but that whatever was running from was a threat to him and Rurv. And whoever else he was protecting.

"I was running from the Praxil tribe. Th-they wanted to kill me, to sacrifice me." You couldn't help but stutter, even tho you knew they simply wanted to remove the weakness in their tribe. It still hurts to know that your own tribe, own clan, own family wanted to kill you.

At the words of Praxil, Tavo, who was already intimidating, somehow got scarier. Rurv looked like he almost expected this answer. "Oh my dear.... did they kill your tribe? They are ruthless. Horrible people every one of them."

The pity that Rurv was putting into his voice made you want to puke. Tavo spoke next, before you could respond. "They have already taken so much....now they take this young child's family? Monsters, not people at all."

He said that with such hatred that it felt like it almost burned you. You decided it best to not tell them that you were, or used to, be part of the Praxil.

"Well, my wolf, it seems we have no other choice but to take in this child." Your mind went blank, what? The look of Rurv face to Tavo seemed to be full of hope.

Tavo looked deep in your eyes, so deep that you could see sadness and loss in his one good eye. "It would be wrong for us to leave such a child."

"wait, listen, thank you for the offer, but I have to decline." You definitely know that nothing good would come from you going with them. And you can't even begin to imagine what they would do to you if they find out that you are a Praxil. "And again, I am not a child. I have seen enough moons to no longer be a child."

Them referring to you as a child was really getting on your nerves. Like, you know you are small(or maybe they are just huge). Back with the Praxil, due to you being the weakest. They only gave you scraps. Not thinking you were worth anything more, and you couldn't blame them.

"Please....come with us. You will die out here alone. Either by the Praxil, animals, or the elements. The Praxil already has taken so much. Don't let them take more from you." The gentleness in Rurv's voice was something completely unknown to you. It made you feel guilty for even thinking about not going with them.

Before you could respond (with another rejection of their offer even with all the guilt). Tavo bent down and lifted you up. Throwing you over his shoulder, like a sack. You let out a strong yelp in shock. The wolf pelt he was wearing made his shoulder surprisingly soft. Come to think of it, it was the softest thing you ever felt.

"Tavo!" Rurv quickly came to his side. "Be gentle! They are hurt.....just look at their feet."

The hope you had that Rurv would tell Tavo to put you down quickly died. "Please put me down! I am fine on my own!"

"You clearly are too young to decide what is best for you. After you are healed, if you still wish to go then so be it. Right now however, you are now under the protection of the Velmira, not a single worm of the Praxil shall touch you." With those words from Tavo, and with no room for argument. The three of you(one very unwilling) started on something that none of you could imagine.

And that's it! If y'all do like it, please let me know! It's been forever since I have written anything so I am pretty nervous. A lot has happened in my life, I broke up with my girlfriend, I started streaming again, and have been fighting for my job to give me hours and to actually give me a schedule that isn't horrible.(They were cutting my hours before I tried to change my schedule). So yeah! Sorry if this is bad! I didn't proof read it because low-key, I hate proof reading and I am doing this for free. So yeah, I hope everyone is doing good! -Sheep

PS: Sometime I will do new rules and a master list once I actually get more works out. I have a lot of ideas that I am excited for! Hopefully I shall keep the energy for writing up!

[colddelusionsheep]

And we are back with the second part! Not going to lie, I started working on a DND campaign right after this. So writing progress is slow. Still writing at ungodly hours of the night tho, and as always, no one under 18.

1st Part

The start

As the other tribute said good by to his family. You could see how they cried for him. How they weeped for the fact that he would not be returning.

The other tribute was a boy that you had seem around the district. Flint Overhill. You never had any interaction with him, but each time you saw him you could tell he didn't like you.

He had dark black hair that was just above his shoulders. His eyes were such a dark blue that they almost looked black in the right light. If you remember correctly, last reaping the girl he was sweet on got picked.

She was a nice girl, quiet and kept to herself. She died as soon as the games started, didn't even stand a chance. Just like you.

The peacekeepers led his family out, and you could hear them weeping even after the door was closed and locked. Flint finally looked at you. The disgust in his eyes was plain to see.

"Looks like your luck has finally ran out. How does it feel to get what you deserve?" His words hit deep. They hit a place you thought had long sense gone cold.

"It wasn't my fault you know. My name was in there same as hers."

"Don't you dare speak of her." You could tell he was holding back. "With how many times you have put your name in, it should of been you."

"I-" before you could even respond. A patronizing voice spoke up.

"Oh my tributes, I certainly do have my hands full, don't I? Let's try not to kill each other just yet. You want to save that for the games!" Nodding his head, you could see all the pins that were in place to hold his wig on. "It makes a great show, oh yes indeed, but what's the point in a show with no cameras."

Both you and Flint were speechless. The complete disregard he had was unlike anything either of you had seen.

"Now, my name is Marius. I will be taking care of you two for the next couple of days. I hope I don't have trouble in the future with you two." As he spoke, he gave you and Flint a small wink. Then he started to usher the two of you into the train.

Before you know it, it felt like you stepped into a whole new world. Finery unlike anything you could've ever thought of existed was right here in front of your eyes.

"For the few days you are with us, you two shall be treated like royalty. Only the finest of things shall be able to touch my tributes' skin." As he went on, you mind stated to wonder along with your eyes.

You could see Flint role his eyes at Marius. Finding whatever you had just tuned out to be incredibly boring. You ran your hands along the wooded walls. It's smoothness brought back a far away memory to you.

It was blurry, but you could see the fine wood above you. Along with a man's voice....a voice that sounded so familiar. Before you could get lost into it more.

You felt a pinch on your arm. Snapping your head up. You could see the unapproving face of Marius. "Now, we will have to work on those manners. They are absolutely deplorable. No matter, we shall tackle that problem in the morning. You two get some rest. You will meet your mentor in the morning as well. So those manners better be improved."

At the last sentence, he gave you an especially harsh glare.

Flint brushed past you, giving your shoulder a mean jab as he did it.

You silently followed where they were showing you two your rooms. Stepping into your quarters. You were in awe of the luxury that was in it. Sitting on the bed felt like you would sleeping in the arms of an angel. Even the smell was wonderous. It was a mix of vanilla and rose.

But, before you could fully enjoy all the things around you. You suddenly remembered at what cost this is all for. Tears start to fall down in violent choked sobs.

You didn't want them to know, you didn't want them to know just how hopeless you are. How you were doomed to die in that arena just like they all wanted.

Yet, as you sat the crying your soul out. You were unaware of the camera watching your every move.

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"I want those mutts done by tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir."

As her lower confirmed. She went back watching the live feed. She has to give you credit, you were a pretty cryer. At least in her eyes.

This year was going to be a fun one.

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There we go! I hope y'all like it. Also, small little note, I do not do taglists. They can get pretty chaotic and I write on my phone so they can get really annoying to do.

[colddelusionsheep]

Just wanted to give y'all a update on the next hunger games part, it is about halfway done. Sorry it is taking so long. A bunch of life stuff was just dumped on me. It is in the works tho!

[colddelusionsheep]

So, this is my start of yandere hunger games, and before y'all read this. There are some things to take note of.

Everyone romantic (and y/n) is 18 or older. I am not going to mention age unless the story requires it.

This is going to be ocs x reader, and it will be based on the hunger games(with some differences.

The reader will also be fem.

And that is it! I hope you enjoy, and if you do, feel free to like and reblog(dni if you are under 18 tho)

2nd Part

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The reaping

Humming softly, you buttoned up the last two buttons on your dress. The light green was worn with a few stitched up parts where the fabric use to be ripped. It was old and has seen better days, but even with those details, it still was the nicest thing you owned.

You hoped you could wear it again someday. A wish that you had each year during the reaping, and so far it came true each time. People would comment on how lucky you were to avoid the reaping each time. Weeping love ones of the reaped would curse your name and say you somehow cheated to save your own skin.

You don't blame them. With how many times you have sold your name to this game that is hell. You should of been reaped a long time ago.

Even you didn't know how your name wasn't pulled. The suppose luck that people would attribute to your was no where to been seen on any other day of the year. It was only on this one. However, if it was seen on any other day then maybe you wouldn't be so closed to starving each day.

Reaching down, you pulled your worn socks to your knees. Patches were half hazerdly stitched onto them. Soon you would need new socks and shoes for the winter. You would have to decide on which. Shoes seemed to be the priority in your mind. What good were socks without shoes anyway.

Giving one last look in your mirror. You let out a deep sigh. All you had to do is survive one more time. Then you would be forever free of this life. Once you were free from the reaping, maybe you would finally be accepted in district 12.

The walk to the town square was always a silent one. Each person was getting ready to die. You always thought that the suspense was the worst thing about this. The knowledge that it could be you was nerve wracking to say the least.

Passing by one of your neighbors, you could Hear them mutter under their breath. "I hope it's you."

The rumors you got use to, it was just part of your everyday life by now. Being the outcast was a role you took with stride. What you didn't get use to was the fact that many of those that live close to you wished you dead.

Just like they wished your parents dead, and it was a wish they got. Maybe they would get this wish also.

The check ins went by like a blur. A yearly routine that you would never have to do again. There was peace in that thought, and that peace would surely give you the strength to make it through this. No matter how false it may be.

Taking place behind Susie Mack, you took note of how nice her dress was. The blue color complemented her bright red hair. She even had matching blue ribbons in her two braids.

Late at night, you liked to imagine what it was like to be her, to be Susie Mack. Almost everyone loved her. She was bright and cheerful. You supposed it was easy to be bright and cheerful when you had a full stomach and a loving family. What you would give to be her. To be loved and beautiful. To not have to worry on whether you would have shoes for the winter or food in your stomach.

You hoped that she wouldn't be reaped, simply for the fact that you knew if she was. Then the entire district would come for you. You don't want to imagine how they would punish you this time.

The escort of the Capital made his appearance, and just like every year. His fashion sense was..... lacking.

A mix of fine fabrics made up his outfit, along with a mix of patterns. You were sure that his clothes had every color known to man. Diamonds littered his neck on their choker that they wore.

You couldn't imagine that he were comfortable. Tight and stiff silhouettes seemed to be the main trend in the Capital this year.

As the escort made the same speech that they did every year. You could feel the anxiety of the crowd. It was getting close to the pulling of the names.

You could practically feel the heart beating of each person here. Looking around, you could even see some of the younger ones silently crying.

The two large crystal vessels were brought out. Each full of names. If you did your math right, yours should be in there 80 times.

"Now, as always, ladies first." You never noticed how gentle his voice was. It reminded of the stream your parents use to take you too. The sound of the water would always make sooth you matter how upset you may of been. It was just too bad that that stream turned into a raging river.

"Our female tribute is." He, as always, paused for dramatic effect. " --/n"

Ringing, that's all you could hear, it wasn't till someone shook you that you could fully understand what was said. It wasn't till the peacekeepers roughly pulled you out of your spot that you understood that your wish was finally ignored. It wasn't till the dammed Capital escort kissed your cheek, and spoke of how lucky you were that you understood that luck was just a lie. That the odds were and would never be in your favor.

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And the 1st part of the yandere hunger games is done! Hopefully I will have the next part soon. I did write this part very late at night so the are probably mistakes but that is okay.

Also, sorry I was gone so long, school really took everything happy that was in me away. Good news tho, I am graduated!. My blog is going to be open to asks and all, but for right now requests are going to be closed untill I feel more confident in my writing. It should be a lot more active now however!

That's all for right now! Love y'all <3

[colddelusionsheep]

Have you ever heard of twisted wonderland?

I have heard of it, one of my friends are super into it. I have never had much of a interest in it tho.

[colddelusionsheep]

I love your platonic yandere king and I saw that requests are open. So can you write a oneshot of yandere king (after figuring out that reader is their kid) and reader having tea or just having some father kid time.

I hope you like it!

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"My dear, you have bearly touched your tea. You don't want it to get cold." The man that called himself your father spoke. His voice never once losing that kingly tone.

You looked down to the finely made tea cup that held your favorite tea. How his Majesty figured it out was beyond you. He has figured out a lot about you that you had never uttered to anyone in your life. It was terrifying.

Your life has become terrifying. Greedy nobles trying to get in your favor. Murderous assassins trying to weaken the royal family that you now were unhappily apart of. And the cold overprotectiveness of your "father." It all was too much. Your life had become too much.

Yet, you were powerless to stop it. All control that you thought you had was a lie. You couldn't even pick which dress your wore. The King had that choice for you.

He would always drown on about how he knew best, but you knew the truth. You knew that these choices he made for you were all about control. He couldn't control your mother so now he had to make do with you.

You wished you had the strength she had. You wish that you could just take off in the night and never look back. The look in the King's eye whenever you gazed outside the castle froze you however. It took whatever wish for freedom you had from you and replaced it with fear.

The King would throw you in the highest tower whenever you would throw a "tantrum" as he called it. He said it was because he loved you but this wasn't love. A father is meant to let his children live, not bound them in golden cage. So you never once tried to gain the freedom of which you so hoped for.

You looked up and met his eye. The coldness burned whatever rebellion was brewing in you. You took a sip of the tea.

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One day I promise you that these will be longer, but that day is just not today. Also, is some of my daddy problems bleeding through here? Yes, yes they are.

[colddelusionsheep]

I finally got some of the bigger essays out of the way! So I will start working on some of the requests I have gotten.

[colddelusionsheep]

(one I hope you are better) two I really liked your Yan hunger games idea!

Thank you! I am so happy you enjoy it! Once I am in the mood for it I will definitely write more. And I am okay, still swamped with essays. I didn't even take my spring break to work on them and they are still not done T-T

Hopefully once I have more free time in the morning I will be able to write more(the morning is always when I have my motivation to write). I really do miss writing about stuff that I actually like.

[colddelusionsheep]

Driders are just perfect yanderes, and they deserve just as much love as nagas. It is always naga that and naga this, but what about our lovely eight legged friends/lovers?

I am just thinking about having a Drider tracking you through the woods. It would first be planning on making you a little snack, but once it smells you. It would decide that you would make the perfect mate.

As you continued your nightly stroll, going much deeper then what you normally do. You would start to notice how spider webs were starting become more prominent and...bigger.

Stopping, you decided that it would be the smart move to return to your home and never step foot into these woods again. As you turned around, a scream ripped through your throat at the monster behind you.

Ice cold over took your body, freezing it in place. Cruel fangs peaked through smile. As you were about to scream again. You were knocked to the ground. Your breath being stolen in the process.

"Why don't we save your pretty little voice for later, Butterfly."

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[colddelusionsheep]

So I just wanted to let y'all know I might not be super active for a bit. I have a couple of essays that I need to focus on along with me starting a twitch channel. So for a bit I am going to be pretty busy.

[colddelusionsheep]

Loved the scientist and king ideas, can you expand more on those?

So I am going to go with the king idea simply because I had a really good dream about it.

Okay, so this is actually going to take a different direction then what I originally had. Let's say you are a young servant in the castle with no ties that connect you to royalty, at least that is what you believe. Maybe your peasant mother had a relation with the king, making you the illegitimate child of the king.

Your mother, recognizing just how possessive the king was, went into hiding once she found out she was pregnant with you. The King never found out about you, until you had to serve him tea

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The King never treat the staff very kindly, and if any of them would make a wrong step they would pay heavily for it. You found the risk worth it however. The amount of pay was by no means good, but it was steady and included housing and food. From what you had before it was a huge improvement. Your mother died when you were very young. So you never had a very stable life.

You were tasked with bringing the King his evening tea. This wasn't normally your task, but the servant who normally did this was caught with a bad cold. You were shaking with fear. You had never seen the king in person.

All his portraits had always had a darkness to them. None of them had even a hint of a smile. This moment could define wether you kept your job and your head. You heard a rumor that a servant accidently looked the king in the eye and for that got his eyes gauged out.

As you knocked on the heavy wooden door. You tried you best to not shake. If just looking him in the eye carried such a punishment you didn't want to know what spilling hot tea on him would entail.

You entered into his office once he gave his acknowledgement, making sure to keep your head down. making sure to set the tea cart at your side. You started to prepare his tea. You made sure to prepare it exactly as you were told. No suger and no cream.

Almost done you told yourself. All you had to do now was serve him the cup and leave. Then you never would have to do anything like this again. As you bowed and started to push the cart out the door. You failed to notice the tilt of the King's head and the look of confused recognition that crossed his eye.

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Is this the start of something great? I believe so. Also, I am really bad at names so.....yea. Get ready for some super basic names. Also, I just wanted to say thank you. I have been getting so much love for my writing. I am so happy that so many people enjoy my ideas.

[colddelusionsheep]

I need more of platonic Yandere vamp dad in my life

Yandere vampire dad would be really guilty for allowing his family to be killed all those years ago. So you better be prepared to be doted on.

He also would change you as soon as possible. Your human body is too fragile, not that he will treat you any differently once you turned. To him you will always be a weak little lamb, and compared to him you are.

I believe he would cut off you from the modern world. Internet? What is that. Even modern clothes would be taken and replaced from the last era he got use to.

He would be pretty active in vampire society, so it would be pretty much impossible for him to keep you from it. No matter how hard he will try.

And who knows, maybe a vampire noble will take a liking towards you. Much to the dislike of your "father."

He would take your feeding really seriously. If you even dared to try to starve yourself get ready for a very angry vampire. Only the best blood would be served to you, and if he needs to force it down your throat so be it.

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I am watching a play through of the resident evil 4 remake, and all I can say is that Leon is just perfect yandere material.

He would be a Knight in shining armor to you. Just imagine how protective he would be after everything he has been through.

I feel like with all his quick one liners he would have so many cute nicknames for you. His favorite would be princess/prince.

And maybe him being infected would just worsen his tendencies. Maybe that want to worship would translate to you. With how dangerous he knows the world is, you can't blame him for wanting to lock up his goddess/god.

He will be the dragon guarding his sweet princess/prince in the tower, and no matter how you try you will never be able to climb down.

Here is where it gets spicy, so be warned( noncon/dubcon, overstimulation, oral, fingering, and bondage)

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And just think about how needy he would be. Your body would be the perfect reward for him. So just lay down and let him collect his reward.

He would be so sweet about it. He wants you to feel just as good as you make him feel. How he would worship you, and you know that man has stamina. Leon could go for hours without stopping. No matter how much you may beg for a break, this man is on a mission to see how many times he can get you to come undone with his fingers alone.

You may think that he would be satisfied with that, but no. This man still needs to eat. His favorite place would be between your thighs. How he loves to hear you moan. The second you moan his name he would cum. Leon wouldn't stop then though. He needs to pay you back for making him feel so good ten fold.

I also have no doubt that this man would love to tie you up. You always would wiggle and try to escape. So you have to see why he has no choice but to strap your legs down and bind your hands to the headboard. How else could he worship you correctly?

He just would be such a good yandere.

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I really didn't mean for it to get so....spicy but I just couldn't get it out of my head. I am also getting more comfortable with smut so feel free to send in requests of that type and I will try to get to them in a timely manner.

[colddelusionsheep]

This is probably my daddy issues speaking, but my favorite type of yanderes are platonic father types. It is just so comforting. I have been thinking of some ocs that would just be perfect for this archetype.

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A scientist that has always wanted a child, but never had any luck. So instead of waiting for the world to give him what he wants. He finds another way, a more....peculiar way. Building you from the ground up. You would be his everything. Everything he does would be for his sweet, innocent child that knows nothing of the world and never will. Not if he can help it. He made you, you owe it to him to not look out the window and to never wish for anything more.

Or maybe we have a king. A true tyrant. Only showing care and love for his sweet little child. Maybe a assassination attempt on your life drove the king to lock you up in a high tower. Not letting anything he deems unsafe(which let's be honest, to him that is pretty much everything under the sun) to reach you. Maybe he even enlists the help from a dragon.

We also could have a ancient vampire that has long since lost everything he holds dear. His long lost love killed so cruely along with his child. The dispar he would feel. Only living for revenge, but then everything changed when he saw you. You were his darling child. Somehow you were here right in front of him. After so long without you, he wouldn't be able to stand the thought of losing you again. Sure, you don't remember him, but that is okay. Just let your loving father take care of you. He will make sure you two will never be separated again.

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Sorry for my ramblings. I just really need some comfort.

[colddelusionsheep]

You know who would be a great yandere? Ningguang. She is powerful and rich. She is always gets what she wants. She would shower you in all the finest things just to show you that no one else can take care of you like her.

She may be a busy women but this mountain of paper work doesn't look so bad when you are sitting on her lap.

Escape from her would pretty much be impossible. Not only are you suck in the Jade Palace, but just think of all those who are loyal to her. Maybe they are yanderes for you too(because I just can't help but make everything into a harem).

Ningguang may act like your opinion matters to her, but in reality she tosses any complaint out the window. She doesn't like it when you cry, but she understands that it can't be helped (it can very much be helped if she just let you go but that is out of the question to her). Your tears will be dried with silk, and sweet nothings will be said as she runs her fingers through your hair.

It would just be so perfect! I still haven't played genshin Impact that much but I have gotten her twice and I am obsessed.