Violet

She/her 18

[sweetvio]

Introduction

Hiii my name is Violet

I'm 18 She/her

I mostly write platonic things

Asks/requests are always open (the only reason I'm even making this LMAO)

I don't write things like non-con or most dark stuff

MASTERLIST

Okay goodbye

[sweetvio]

Foster Father x Child Reader

Helloo to ppl who have sent reqs ive seen them and i will write them! 🥹

Will Vi ever stop writing child reader? Who knows.

CW: Probably inaccurate foster stuff, mentions of abuse and neglect, burn scar, very bad previous foster parents

You blink, gripping unto your worn bunny stuffy. It's missing an eye, and the fur is matted. And yet, you refused to have it replaced. You threw the biggest fit when the last foster mother held out a stuffed animal that wasn't even the same color!

That seemed to be the womans last straw, as you were packing up the next day and being gently told that she just 'wasn't the right fit' for your stay'. Thats what they said said about the last 5 foster homes. They all found an excuse to move you on before you had even settled.

You sit in the backseat of a van, watching trees go by with bored eyes. It feels like you spend more time traveling than you do in a foster home. "Are you excited? You're going to your new foster home! This one is going to be good, I can feel it!" The caseworker driving hums.

You nearly roll your eyes. She says that everytime. She's trying too hard to make you feel better. "Mhm.." You hum is response. You've learned not to get your hopes up that you'll stay longer than a month in these foster homes.

When will you ever be considered for adoption? Both of your parents are drug addicts, and they can't be clean long enough to past a drug test to take you back. So you just pass from overcrowded home to overcrowded home. The van pulls up at a farm, and your frown deepens.

Theres cows in a field, sheep, chickens running around, and pigs in their pen. You peek out at the barn, seeing a few horses inside. There's a man in the barn, wearing a sleeveless shirt as he brushes one of the horses. He turns at the sound of the van, and quickly abandons the horse brushing to approach.

He has dirty blonde hair that goes down to his neck, with brown eyes. He has tan skin and muscles, and you can tell he is atleast 6 feet tall. Scary..Although you'd never admit that. "Ah, shoot! You got here early! I wasn't expecting ya yet."

"Haha..oops! Traffic wasn't as bad." The caseworker giggles. You nearly make a face. She gets out, going to the side of the van. The man follows. You squirm already, trying to free yourself as she opens the van door. She unbuckles you, and you jump right out.

The man raises an eyebrow. "That was a big jump. You good?" He asks. You scowl, looking up at him the fiercest pout you can muster. "I'm fine! I'm not a baby!" You squeak. Yes you still need a car seat, but that doesn't mean anything!

He raises his hands, smiling. "Of course, of course. My bad, munchkin." Your brows furrow. You're gonna hate this man! The caseworker takes your small suitcase out of the van, handing it to the man. "Okay have a nice day goodbye!" She says it so fast you don't even understand what she said, getting in the van and driving off.

The man raises an eyebrow at this, and then kneels in front of you. "Well, hey. My name is Beau. What's yours?" He holds out a hand for you to shake, which you begrudgingly do. You mumble out a name, and the man smiles. "What a nice name. Come, I'll show you around."

Beau shows you the cows, who moo at you. The pigs, that couldn't care less. The chicken, that you throw a few pieces of feed at. They swarm, quickly eating it all. "Hehe.." You giggle, which makes Beau smile. And then he shows you the horses.

"Look here. Lil old Miss Dolly is very sweet. She wouldn't mind a little pet or two. Hear. Try like I am." He strokes the white horses side, but you hesitate. Beau slowly takes her hand, and you have to stand on your tiptoes as he gently guides your hand back and forth. "There. Wasn't so bad now, was it? I'll let you ride her when you're older."

You frown. He says that like..you will stay here for a long time. "Let's go get you settled in." He murmers. With your hand still in his, Beau walks with you to his home. It's medium sized, painted white with a swing on the front porch. A typical warm home. There's two farm dogs laying on the porch, and one lets you pet it. It has white dirty fur, and it licks your hand. The other is too busy trying to eat its tail for you to pet.

Beau opens the screen door, and grabs the knob of the front door. You brace yourself to hear the chaotic sounds of other foster children. Beau's house is so big, there must be atleast 5 others. And yet when he pushes the door open, its dead silent.

You blink, genuinely baffled. Every foster home is loud. Unbearable. Overwhelming. You glance up at Beau, who is already smiling down at you. "What's up, gumdrop?" Where does he comes up with these nicknames. "Where are the others?" You ask.

Beau tilts his head. "Whatcha mean?" You nervously shift on your feet. "The other fosters..." You mumble, glancing around. "Oh!" You jolt as Beau ruffles your hair while he shuts the front door. "Well it's your lucky day..erh...days. You're my only kid!" He grins.

You stare at him with a blank face. Beau, realizing you don't get it, boops your nose with his calloused finger. "That means, you get all of my attention. And your own room! Isn't that exciting?" You have to admit, that sounds fun. "Y-Yea.." You stammer.

Beau grasps your hand again, pulling you up the stairs to your bedroom. Temporary bedroom, you remind yourself. Theres a small desk on the left, and a twin sized bed on the right. The desk is bare, but the bed has a blue theme sheets and comforter. The walls are painted a cream color, and theres a small closet on the left. But other than that, it's empty.

Beau scratches the back of his head. "I'll have to buy you some toys and stuff later." He starts to unzip your suitcase. Was he carrying that around this entire time? You hug your bunny plush while Beau stares down at the measly two outfits inside the suitcase.

"You can't be serious." You tense, expecting him to be angry at you. Why? You don't know. "Sorry..I'm sorry.." You squeak. Beau's head snaps up to look at you, eyebrows raised. "The hell you apologizing for?" He pinches one of your cheeks, and you let out another squeak.

"I ain't mad at you, little one. Just..upset that you don't have more clothes. Or toys. Gonna get you some things tomorrow, alright?" He tells you, and you shake your head. "No.." You reach out, grasping one of his sleeves. "I'm okay with this."

Beau's brows furrow, and you tense again. He sighes, rubbing his chin. "Ah, kids. So stubborn, huh? Well, you don't have a choice, kid. I'm gonna spoil you rotton." You sigh yourself. Why doesn't he want to listen??

Beau ruffles your hair again, and you scowl. Your hair is gonna end up tangled at this rate. "Well, I'll get outta your hair. I'll be downstairs making dinner. Let me know if you need anything." You watch Beau leave, fixing your hair with your small hands.

You huff, dragging your suitcase around. Beau must've known you would've wanted to put your things up. Even..if you aren't tall enough to hang them up. When you're finished, you reach for the zipper at the back of your bunny plushie, unzipping it. You pull out a small tattered photo of your mother.

She's not smiling. You don't think she's ever been happy. Her hand is on her belly, no bump yet. This was taken when she was pregnant with you. Of course she wouldn't be happy with you. You are a burden. You climb into your new bed, laying your cheek on the photo. "Mama.." You sigh.

If you focus really hard, you can almost remember being in her arms. The only day she held you was the day the police told her she was being charged with child neglect. Her voice was slurred from alcohol, her legs swaying as she declared how much of a good mother she was.

A tear drips unto the photo. You don't even have a photo of your father. You..don't want to remember your father. Where your mother was neglectful, your father was abusive. You have permanent burn scars on your back because of him.

You sniffle, nuzzling your face against the picture of your mother. If you were good enough, would she have not been neglectful? If you were good enough, would the police not have taken you away and put you in foster homes where you're neglected and abused?

"Hic..mama.." You sob, shaking hard. You don't remember falling asleep, curled up against that photo. A hand gently shakes your shoulder, a deep voice whispering reassurances when your face scrunches up. "Hey, its okay. Its just me, Beau. Dinners ready."

"Ngh.." You whimper, eyes slowly cracking open. You squint at Beau, dried drool on your chin. "Hey, sleepyhead." He murmers. "Had a good nap, huh? Care if I pick you up?" You squint, grumbling in response. "Mm.." You slowly nod, eyes already starting to close again.

"Hey, no more sleeping. You'll not be able to sleep at bedtime if this continues." Beau laughs, scooping you up by the armpits. He rests you against his warm chest, head on his shoulder. The smile falls off of his face when he sees the picture that your head was on. He puts it on the desk without comment.

Beau walks out of the room, the bouncing of each of his steps slowly lulling you to sleep. "I made chicken nuggets because I didn't know what you like. Don't want you starving- Hey. No sleeping now." He repeats, bouncing you until you groan. "Sleepy.." You sniffle.

"I know." He pats your back soothingly. "Gotta fill you up though, take a bath, and then brush those teeth." You groan as Beau sits you down in one of the seats at the dining table. You slowly blink down at the plate in front of you.

You're wide awake now. Chicken nuggets. The good chicken nuggets. Not that ultra processed shit. Homemade mac n cheese. Steamed broccoli that looks like its from heaven. A little cookie for dessert. "So, what do you think? I've been practicing-"

"Nom!" You pick up your fork and dig right in, stuffing your mouth full. "Woah, woah!" Beau gasps, holding up his hands. You stop eating, cheeks puffed out. "Slow down, okay? I wouldn't want you to get sick. Enjoy the food. It ain't going nowhere." Beau tells you.

He then sits down, eating his own meal of pasta. You eat slower this time, actually tasting what ends up in your mouth. So..GOOD! All you've ever had all your life is frozen meals or ultra processed junk, so this is..so much different.

When Beau glances over, you're plate is basically licked clean. And now, you're watching him with wide eyes. "Want some?" He asks, and you quickly shake your head. "I..I'm full.." You then stare down at your lap, embarrassed.

The real reason you were staring at Beau was because he is so nice. Fed you good food. Gave you your own clean room. He's broken down your walls so fast. You can't help it. You've always wanted a real father.

When Beau finishes, he picks up both of your dishes and sets them in the dishwasher. "Okay, time for a bath!" You follow Beau to the bathroom, and watch with wide eyes as he sets up a bath. He puts a few squirts of bubble bath inside, and drops 3 rubber ducks in.

You undress, and get in. With your back turned to Beau, you're tense. What will he say about the burn scar? Its so ugly, especially since you didn't get any professional medical treatment for it. "Would you like to wash yourself?" He gently asks, and you nod.

After the bath, Beau wraps you in a bath towel. He puts one of his shirts on you, which goes past your knees. "Haha, you're so small!" He laughs. You scowl. "Am not!" Beau grins, turning away. "Are too."

"I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!" You yell all the way back to your room, stomping your feet as you follow Beau. "Okay, okay, you win. You are a big kid." You nod seriously, allowing Beau to set you in bed and tuck you in. "But even big kids can have nightlights and have bedtime stories read to them."

Beau turns on the star nightlight on the bedside table, while you peer up at him. "Would you like a bedtime story?" You blink, and slowly shake your head. "Alright, goodnight. If you need anything, I'm in the room right across from yours."

You watch him leave, and whisper a response long after he leaves. "Goodnight.." Some tossing and turning later, you fall asleep. When you blink awake, its the middle of the night. It seems to be habit at this point. You always wake at 3-4am, usually plagued with nightmares.

You jump off of the bed, leaving your room. You glance at Beau's door. You know that if you walked into his bedroom, he'd spend time with you and help you fall back asleep. You turn away, walking down the steps.

Thats not what you want. You want to show Beau you can be helpful and independent. That he should keep you. You exit the house, squinting at the farm. You eventually figure out what to do.

You find the pigs food, and dump it in their troughs. You do nearly fall in though. Then you sprinkle food around for the chickens. The horses are next on your list. You sniffle, your nose running. Great. Its so chilly-

"(NAME)!!!!" You hear someone yell. You turn your head in the direction of the voice, eyes wide. Beau is running down the porch steps, frantically looking for you. His hair is tousled, and its obvious he just woke up.

He spots you, running right for you and picking up. "Oh god, oh god.." He gasps, squeezing you against his chest. "Mmph!" You squeak. "What are you doing out here!? Need to get you inside..You're freezing!"

You sigh as Beau runs inside, wrapping you up like a burrito. He blows air unto your cold hands. "Kid, what were you thinking?" You pout, cheeks puffed out. "I was trying to help. Trying to..show you I can be useful. So..you won't send me away." You mumble.

Beau is silent for a long moment. You don't know what you expect. Its not him rocking you back and forth. "Oh, you must have been so worried. I'm sorry, kid. I guess I didn't make it clear enough that you aren't leaving."

You peer up at him with wide eyes. "W-What..?" You stammer. He smiles and boops your nose. "You're mine, you little rascal. I knew you were gonna be mine the second you stepped out of that van." You grip fistfuls of his sleep shirt, swallowing hard.

"R-Really!?" He nods, and tears fill your eyes. Someone wants you. Someone wants you! You sob against Beau's chest, heart filled with hope.

Abrupt ending ikik. I plan on making a part 2 sometime in the future just tryna get smth out. I'll start posting more end of next week ive just been busy

[sweetvio]

Loser Stalker Yandere Reader x Popular Yandere

Geez that title is a mouthful

Ik this is different from my platonic stuff so don't read if u want platonic

This is long so beware..idk how to do a word count bc I'm not writing this on docs

Both reader and yandere are 18. Not bc they do anything sexual, but just bc I feel comfortable writing them this age. They are seniors in high school, about to graduate.

CW: Reader is a loser. BAD. I mean BAD. Insecurity, obsession, Reader has low self esteem, bullying, loner reader, typical yandere stuff, blood, murder, death, unhealthy relationships, neglectful and implied abusive parents.

You sniffle, staring at your stupid pathetic face in the mirror. The woman on the Youtube tutorial made it look so easy. A few pumps of foundation, a swoosh of mascara, a dab of blush, and she looked perfect.

While you look like a mess. The foundation isn't the right color, cakey in some spots. The blush is too red. The mascara is clumpy. Your lovely Cecil would recoil in disgust if he saw this. You're suprised he hasn't done that already. You check the time. 7:21.

Shit! You jump up, running to the bathroom to quickly scrub the makeup off of your face with soap. You let out a sob, hiccuping. You just want to be beautiful for your darling. You want to be able to compare to all of the other girls at school. They're flawless, and you're just a disgusting rat.

But no time for anymore of that! You're about to miss your daily ritual of watching Cecil walk to school! You grab your backpack, running out the door of your home. You run a few blocks, panting until you see Cecil. He's walking with his friends. You stare at his back, whimpering quietly. So beautiful!

He must be an angel. Must! With that light blonde hair that shines in the sun, and those baby blue eyes that entrance anyone he makes eye contact with! Cecil is pure. Your Iove is a god you can never touch. It hurts your heart to know it is true.

You follow the group all the way to school, staring longingly. You go to your first period, nervously tapping at your phone while you wait for class to start. The bell rings, and Cecil sits in his assigned seat beside you. You have to hold back a squeal.

You really did start crying at the beginning of the year when the teacher assigned Cecil to sit beside you. You vividly remember him smiling and handing you tissues while all your other classmates gave you dirty looks for crying over that. Tears of happiness, of course!

Since this is one of your two required classes as a senior, the teacher makes the class start to take notes. You reach into your backpack, finding..well..no pencils. No paper either "Oh.." You whine, pouting at your nearly empty backpack. Only a crumpled folder and a sad looking binder

"Ah." Cecil peeks over your shoulder, peering down at your empty backpack. "Hear you are, Y/N." He slides a sheet of paper and a brand new pencil unto your desk. "If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask, okay?"

"Uhh..aa..yes.." You stammer, your voice failing you. You quickly turn away, face flushed. God, you're such a pathetic fucking loser! Can't even..speak to the love of your life! You quickly write down your notes, mentally beating yourself up the entire time.

First period comes and goes. In second, you're unfortunately sitting on the other side of the classroom from Cecil. Your lower lip is jutted out the entire time as you watch him. So unfair! The girl beside him touches his arm, and you're so upset. You wish that was you. You turn your gaze away, not noticing how Cecil jerks his arm away from her.

In third, you sigh. "Hah.." You lay your head down on your desk, stomach rumbling. All classes eat before third, in their third period classrooms. You didn't bring any lunch, and the free lunch is your least favorite today. You also didn't have anything for breakfast, so you're starving!

And yet, you won't eat. Skinny girls are pretty. You're trying to be very skinny for Cecil. He would love you if your stomach was completely flat and there was no fat on your body- You jolt when someone sits beside you. No one ever sits beside you.

You turn your gaze, making eye contact with Cecil. You nearly melt in your seat, face quickly flushing. "Hey." Cecil greets, already smiling. "H-Hi..uhm..uhh.." You squeak. Cecil slides a lunchbox your way, concern written on his face. Oh god. He looks so beautiful!

"I noticed you haven't been eating these past few days." He has noticed something about you!? "You don't like the free lunch either huh? Don't starve yourself. If you didn't like it, you should have told me."

TOLD HIM!? A bead of sweat trickles down your brow. Is..Is he saying the two of you are friends!? "Eat for me, Y/N." Cecil whispers, settling his hand over your clammy one. Your eyes widen. His soft fingers gently wrap around your palm, and he tilts his head with a slight pout.

Oh god. Oh GOD. You're never gonna wash your hand ever again! You quickly scarf down the food, cheeks puffed out. When Cecil sees you finish every last bit, he smiles. "Good. So good. I'll bring you a lunch everyday, so eat well." He intertwines his fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze for a spilt second.

Cecil then stands, face glowing. "Class is going to start soon. I'll see you in fourth. Goodbye!" You're dazed the entirety of third, not even noticing the girls behind you throwing paper balls at the back of your head. You feel like you're gonna pass out. You suddenly slap your cheeks, regaining your composure. Cecil wouldn't want a fool!

You calm down, but fourth period has you almost falling into that daze again. Cecil is sitting in front of you! "Haha..yea." He laughs at something his friend says, a bright smile on his face. You sigh dreamily. If only that smile was directed at you.

Suddenly, Cecil leans back in his seat. Hes so close, you can smell the shampoo he uses in his hair. He rests his head against your desk, peering up at you upside down with a gentle smile. "Do you mind if I rest my head here, Y/N? I find myself to be oh so tired." He sighs, pouting.

"Okay..it's okay.." You whisper. Cecil smiles, closing his eyes. You rest your head on the other half of your desk. Hes so close like this. The smell of him envelopes you. Soft and deep, it makes your eyes flutter. You want to stay awake. Want to enjoy more of this closeness. But...your eyes..are shutting..

Cecil's eyes open as soon as yours shut and you fall asleep. He sits up, a hand slowly stroking your hair. You smile in your sleep, and he smiles in response. One of his friends gives him a disgusted look. "Ew dude, why are you flirting with that loser-"

Cecil's face hardens, and he grabs his friend's collar. He whispers something to him, which makes his friend go pale and shut his stupid mouth. Cecil then turns his gaze back to you, continuing to pet your hair.

This continues for a few weeks. Cecil spoils you. Massaging your shoulders, bringing you food, and being overly affectionate. It confuses you. Cecil has always been nice, but it seems to have gotten more intense senior year. When you asked, he simply avoided the question. Well, it doesn't matter! You love every second.

You don't love being bullied though. Bam. You're slammed against some lockers, and you groan slightly. That's gonna hurt tomorrow. "Ugh, how disgusting." Ashley, the girl who pushed you, wipes her hand off on a tissue. "I can't believe Cecil has taken an interest in you, you-"

You zone out for the rest of her monolog. You stare down at your feet, holding back tears. You don't want to hear her say things that are true. About how disgusting you are. About how you don't deserve Cecil. Because you don't. She eventually stops talking, scoffing as she leaves. You stand there, reminiscing.

15 years ago, you rub your nose that is runny from crying on your sleeve. Your preschool teacher said to get into pairs, but you have no one! Everyone else already has friends. A boy grabs your hand, and your eyes light up. You don't even notice the annoyed look on his face. "Hey..whatever your name is. My name is Cecil. My friends ditched me, so you're my partner now."

That was the best day of your life. Your parents don't love you, so you've never had anyone be nice to you, so that simple act made you obsessed with Cecil. Even if your delusional mind didn't realize it technically wasn't done in kindness.

You and Cecil went to the same elementary school. You always kept your distance, shy. Then, the two of you went to different middle schools. You were devastated. It didn't help those were the worst years of your life. The bullying you experienced forever changed you.

So when you found out freshmen year you were in the same highschool as Cecil, you were so happy. You followed him home after the first day. You watched him through his bedroom window, tears streaming down your face. You didn't interact with Cecil until sophomore year.

Suddenly, he was nice. Gentle. Caring. Ever since that year, he has been nothing but nice to you. And yet, you've refused to get close to him. And it seems senior year, he is determined to be close to you.

You wipe away the tears streaming down your face. You have to push him away. You're a stalker. For gods sake, you use a shirt you stole from him as a pillow case. Suddenly, a hand gently rests on your shoulder.

"Hey, hey, don't cry. Its okay, I'm here." Cecil embraces you, and you tremble against him. "No..No..Please. Stop..I'm not good..I'm not good for you!" You sob hard, and Cecil simply holds you through it.

"Poor thing. Those disgusting, filthy, vile, girls have corrupted your mind. Come with me. We'll talk." Cecil interwines his fingers with yours, walking out of the school. Your eyes widen at the familar route he takes you down.

You see his house come into view, and you whimper. You've never been inside other than his room. Thankfully his parents aren't home. It looks like a typical suburban family home, nothing like your own disgusting one.

Cecil pulls you upstairs, opening the door to his room. He guides you to sit on his bed. "There you go..relax. I'll take care of everything. You melt against his pillows. His bed is so comfy compared to yours. Cecil sits down beside you, thumb comfortingly rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

"I knew you were watching me the first day you came to my house." Cecil suddenly says. Your heart drops. "At first, I was angry. Then, I saw that beautiful face a mess of tears." He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you nearly short-circuit.

"I watched you. Ironic, isn't it? The one being watched watching the one that was watching him." He chuckles, brushing your greasy bangs out of your face. "I couldn't help but fall in love with you. The pure love you felt for me..god..It melted my heart."

"You love me..You love me!" You hiccup. "That's all you heard?" Cecil sighs, but a smile peeks out. "Yes, my love. I love you. Only you. Always you." You have to simply stare at him for a long minute before your brain catches up. "U-Us..couple..you..boyfriend?" Is all you can stammer out.

"Of course, you silly thing. Now, relax." Cecil pulls you on top of him, slowly rubbing your back. Your eyes flutter closed. This is your dream. Except its not a dream. You can only hope everything stays like this forever.

As soon as your deep into sleep, Cecil slowly pulls away. He lays you down on his bed, gently tucking you in. Now that he has you here, no way you're going back to that horror house of yours.

Cecil takes his car to your house, walking in through the front door. Your parents are so careless. Your father is passed out on the living room couch, and your mother is yelling in the master bedroom. He would kill them, but that would complicate things. He will just have to wait until the two of you graduate. Cecil steps over the trash in the hallway calmly, not even phased by the mice that run past.

He makes it to your room, smiling as he opens the door. Its the only decent part of the house. The rooms are covered in bad quality photos of him, and he chuckles. He'll have to buy you a better phone. Cecil packs up all of your things, taking them back to his house.

You're so excited when Cecil tells you that you will be staying in his house from now on! And his parents don't even care when he tells them. It seems..his mother is just like the two of you, clinging to his father. His father doesn't seem to mind it.

You spend the next few weeks in bliss. The two of you openly date, and it doesn't even damage Cecil's reputation! You cuddle with him every night, and even wear his clothes all the time!

That bliss ends when one day, Cecil tells you to walk home alone. He pouts, clinging to you as he sighs about having something important to do. You happily walk home, okay with it surprisingly. After all, nothing can come between you.

Then, you're suddenly dragged into an alleyway. You make eye contact with Ashley, who jams a manicured finger into your face. "YOU! What did you do!? Why does Cecil love you so much?"

"Must have used a love potion on him! No way Cecil truly loves..that thing." One of her minions giggles. Ashley smirks. "Yea. A filthy rat like you isn't a good match for Cecil. Just wait. I'm getting closer to him by the day. He'll abandon you soon."

Your eyes widen, and you immediately start spiraling. Cecil has boosted your confidence over these past few weeks. You know he would never leave you. And yet..you can't bear the thought of him loving someone else. You pull a sharp pencil out of your pocket.

Completely irrational, you stab Ashley in the eye. Blood pours. You hear screams. You yank the pencil out, and continue stabbing. Her body falls. You don't stop. Her two minions run away, crying about calling the police. You stare down at her lifeless body, gasping.

Oh god. What have you done? You drop the pencil, stumbling back. Your back hits the alleyway wall, and you fall to your knees. Your hands fumble for your new phone, dialing Cecil's number. "Cecil!" You sob as soon as he picks up.

You explain what happened inbetween sobs and coughs. "Its okay baby, its okay. I'll be there as soon as I can. Breathe." Cecil hangs up, and its an hour and a half before he makes it to that alleyway. He kneels in front of you, scooping you up.

"Shh..shh.." Cecil soothes, even though you aren't even crying anymore. "I'm sorry it took..so long. I was dealing with the witnesses." He murmurs. "What am I gonna do!? I'm gonna go to jail, forever!!"

Cecil simply shakes his head, gesturing to his father who you didn't even notice. The man is sliding gloves on, sighing. "Ah kids. So energetic." Cecil guides you into his car, which is parked in the street. "My dad will take care of everything. Lets go home."

You go home, and take a long shower. You stumble back into Cecil's room, in tears again. You spend the next few hours cuddling, where he reassures you. "She deserved it. Badmouthing you. Lying. I've killed too, so don't worry about it."

You snap your head to look up at him. "Really?!" Cecil smiles at your enthusiasm. "Yes, I have. We are meant for each other, aren't we?" You giggle, nodding. Cecil is perfect for you. And you are perfect for him.

Abrupt ending, ik

I'll consider a part two

For now, goodnight!

[sweetvio]

Yandere Dragon x Reader PART 3

I have nothing to say hii 🫡

FINALLY got this out

Part 1 Part 2

Cw: Tearing of animal meat, dead animal body (no description of said body.)

For @clownn5757

You spend the next few days in a daze. You truly can't believe it. People you've known all your life..they didn't even try to save you. Your father didn't even try to save you. You eventually get sick, and the dragon buries you under a pile of blankets.

"Keh.." You cough, face flushed. "Human..so weak. Get better, human." You avoid the medicinal herb mixture the dragon tries to spoon into your mouth. It wasn't like the last one. It tastes terrible! You gag when he finally gets the spoon in your mouth.

"Ugh.." You sigh, falling back asleep quickly. You wake feeling better, staring up at the caverns ceiling. You groan, untangling yourself from the many blankets. You jolt, hearing the sound of meat tearing.

You turn your head to the left, seeing the man in his dragon form. Klauth. You nearly forgot he told you of his name right before you got sick. You nearly gag watching him tear a cow into even strips. He must have went hunting.

"Ah, human." Klauth shifts into his dragon form, and then lays the strips of meat over a fire. He then approaches you, pressing a hand to your forehead. "You're not sick anymore. Good." You nod, blinking bashfully.

Klauth tilts his head. "What?" You nervously fiddle with the end of your shirt. "Why me? Why did you pick me?" Klauth smiles then, ruffling your hair. You squeak, tensing up.

"I've always wanted a child. My species is nearly extinct, so finding a suitable female was nearly impossible. Even if I found one, males are kicked out as soon as eggs are produced. Its a shame." He sighs, hand brushing down your hair.

He then grins, flashing pointy teeth. You have to resist the urge to shiver. "But I found you. Small. Helpless. Mine. My human." Klauth wraps his arms around you, and you don't protest. A small part of you doesn't want to pull away.

Your parents didn't love you enough to try and save you. You lean into the hug, trembling slightly. Klauth suddenly pulls away, and you blink. "No more sadness, my human. Lets have fun!" Klauth leaves the nest, dragging out a gigantic saddle.

How did he even get that? You watch this man transform into a dragon again, and somehow tie the saddle around himself. What in the world..Klauth huffs at you, an obvious invitation to get on.

You hesitate, but hoist yourself unto his back anyway. "Huek.." You grunt. There are pieces of rope on both sides, meant to tie your legs to the saddle. And you do just that. "I..I'm done." You whisper. Your eyes widen as Klauth takes off.

He dives out of the cavern, flying high into the air. You let out a breathless scream, clinging as hard as you can to the saddle. You peek up, seeing the horizon. You slowly sit up, fear leaving you as Klauth slows down.

"Woah!" You yell, giggling excitedly. You didn't think this would be that fun. Klauth purrs at your happiness, happy himself to see you not down in the dumps. You nuzzle your face into the scales on his back. "Thank you, Klauth." He grumbles in response.

The end

Officially bc I am out of ideas unless someone has smth good

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I've Been Reincarnated As The Villain's Child!? PART 2

Ty for 100 followers! Gonna try to get requests out today (its 12am for me) I've just been grinding hsr all day..

Part 1

Cw: Blood, poisoning

For the next hour, you stay by your father's side as nobles bombarde the two of you with their endless chatter. You yawn when a baron starts to talk about the economy, and Caspian turns away. "We must be going. Its late." He then pulls you along while you blink slowly.

Your father pulls you into a hallway, where your nanny is nervously waiting. "My lord! And my young lady/lord ." She bows, quickly approaching. "Take them to their room." Caspian sighs, rubbing his forehead. His hand which had been touching you is trembling.

You frown, clenching your fists. You won't let him be an absent father anymore! He turns away, starting to walk down the hallway. "W-Wait!" You stammer, stumbling forward. You trip over your own feet. Your forehead hits the floor with a bonk.

"Oh my!" Your nanny gasps. Your father turns, eyebrows raised. She presses a kiss to your forehead. "I'm sorry, my young lord/lady. I did not anticipate this fall." Your father glares at her.

"No. No you didn't. Incompetent. I told you when I first hired you they must never be hurt! You can't even do one job-" You grab a fistful of his pant leg. "Don't be mean!" Caspian shuts up.

"Father.." You sniffle, lower lip trembling. No time for crying! You must convince this asshole to stay. He can't just keep on avoiding you. "Don't leave!" He quickly takes a step back. Caspian's face twists. Not anger, but something close to sadness.

"Don't..not when you look like her." He turns, walking down the hallway as fast as he can. Angry tears run down your face. That idiot! You go to run after him, but your nanny pulls you back. "Gah!" You yell.

"No, you mustn't! Your father is not happy now. Don't make him more upset." Your nanny scolds you all the way back to your room, while you sigh. Wouldn't be the first time. She rubs salve on your bruise, and then tucks you in.

You wait a minute after she leaves. Then you're jumping out of bed, grabbing a thick scarf. You scurry down the hallway, getting lost before you find your father's bedroom. You crack the door open, something he doesn't notice with his head in his hands. "My love..why did you leave me alone?" Caspian gasps, something close to a sob. "I can't look our child in the eye. They look..just like you. It's a horrible excuse. I'm a terrible father."

You toddle forward, cheeks puffed out. When Caspian looks up, you're standing in front of him. The scarf is tied on your head, doing a horrible job at hiding your hair. "Father! You can't escape me!" You exclaim.

Caspian looks defeated, shaking his head. "Leave." He sighs. You scowl. "No!!!" You grab his arm, shaking it as hard as you can. "No, no, no!! Mama wouldn't want this!" You hiccup as soon as the words come out of your mouth.

Caspian slumps further down. "No. No, she wouldn't. She would hate me." Your eyes widen as tears drip down his face. Is this man really a villain?! Yea, you've heard whispers from the maids about how many people hes murdered, but he just seems like a griefing man to you.

He reaches out, wiping a tear from your own face. "Don't cry. It's all my fault." You let out another hiccup. "Yes it is! I missed you so much!" He nods. "I want my papa!" You sob. Hands lift you up, and Caspian sets you in his lap.

"I know." He responds. "Don't leave me alone!" You tremble against him, rubbing snot against his sleep shirt. He doesn't seem to mind. "I thought it would be okay. You had your nanny. Maids. Guards. But its not the same. They'll never be able to fill that role."

He pulls off the scarf from your head, stroking your hair. After that, you don't remember falling asleep. You wake in the morning, in your own bed now. Weird. That was really weird. That was a side of Caspian you never thought you would see.

You spend the entire day bored. Your birthday celebration lasts 3 days, so you're unfortunately not allowed to do anything until afternoon where you must get dressed. "Now remember," Your nanny hums, pressing on your back until you sit up straight. "You must be proper." You nod, and then immediately slouch back down. She chuckles.

Caspian is waiting in front of the door for you, nearly giving your frail nanny a heart attack. He looks very awkward. Caspian picks you up, and you tense slightly. "This is what fathers do, correct? Carry..their children." You nod, eyes wide. It feels..nice.

Caspian enters the ballroom with you still in his arms. He only sets you down after you squirm a little. Maybe you should have stayed in his arms, because nobles immediately swarm. "Haha, what a rowdy bunch." Duke Hess laughs, patting Caspian's shoulder.

Your father glares at the sudden appearance of the man. You peer up at Duke Hess, clinging to Caspian's pant leg. Duke Hess waves at you, and you shyly turn away. "So adorable. You should be glad. My dear children have become quite monsters. Throwing tantrums all the time. Yours is such well behaved!"

Caspian's scowl deepens. "Of course. They are mine." He grumbles, putting a hand on your head. You slowly smile, nuzzling into the touch. Duke Hess signals a servant forward. "A toast to the birthday child!" Duke Hess hands Caspian a glass of wine. And for you, watered down grape juice.

You take a sip, grinning up at your father. This is fun! Your sibling must be wrong. How could your father possibly be a villain in this story? He's already trying so hard to be good- "Keh!" You cough. Oh. That hurt. Real bad. "Grlk!" You gag, spitting out blood unto your hands. Your father's eye widen, the protective magic necklace he wears breaking at the poison in his own drink.

Duke Hess' eyes widen, and he quickly throws his own drink over his shoulder. You stumble, and Caspian catches you right before you fall. "W-What..Why!? WHO DID THIS!" He yells, panic visible on his face. The ballroom is dead silent as you pass out, vision blurry.

Lallala he shall be more evil next chapter.

Somehow this took me 2 hrs to write

Taglist: @shycreatorreview @simbaratama @enchantingarcadecreation

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I've Been Reincarnated As The Villain's Child!? PART 1

Eventual Platonic Yandere Father x Reader.

PART 2

Hello..😞 I will get to requests soon, as I have a few days off

Gotta lock in

This gave me writing motivation so

CW: mention of death no details

You pout, staring at your unhappy face in the mirror. "My young lady/lord, it is your fourth birthday! Are you excited?" Your nanny exclaims, brushing out your hair. No. You're really not excited. You're mad, actually.

You've been reincarnated into a historical fantasy novel. 4 years ago, you awoke in a crib as a newborn. Now, here you are. You've nearly forgotten everything about this stupid novel. 7 years ago, all you remember is listening to your older sibling rant about the main villain.

"The duke is such a tragic character!" They sob, taking a swig of their 3rd Whiteclaw. You watch disapprovingly. "His wife was murdered by an assassin right after she gave birth-" After that, you fell asleep.

You clench your fists. You should have payed attention! Maybe you would understand what's going to happen. You stare at yourself in the mirror, feeling longing. You miss your sibling. Your only family member. Your heart aches, but you don't have anymore tears left to shed.

"Yea.." You sigh, finally remembering to answer the nanny. She takes your hand, guiding you out of your luxurious room. Everything screams 'I'm rich' in this house. Bright. Gold. Diamonds. Annoying.

As the two of you walk to the ballroom, you think about your 'father'. Caspian Evynwod. Someone who you've met only a handful of times. You never would've known you were in a novel if your sibling didn't sob that name a thousand times.

Guards open the ballroom doors, announcing your name. Nobles smile their fake smiles, clapping. You can feel the judgement. Not entering with your father. You don't really pay attention to what your etiquette teacher says, but everything seems to be bad in high society. No noble blood? Bad! No loving or atleast parents that act loving? Bad! No beauty? Bad!

You hold back an eye roll. Your nanny bows, letting go of your hand and reluctantly shuffling off. A few nobles approach you. They smile and talk, and you just nod along. No normal person would ever willingly talk to a four year old. They just want to use you to get closer to your father. The most powerful duke in all of the lands.

You mumble out an excuse, scurrying off. You look around, finding your father in the crowd. You wouldn't know who he is if not for the black and red that makes up his entire color pallette. He's talking to another duke, Duke Hess. You quickly approach, grasping your father's pant leg.

"F-Father.." You stammer, staring up at him with pleading eyes. You can see the deep eye bags on his face. The maids always gossip when they think you aren't in earshot about how he drinks nearly every night while thinking of his late wife.

His face is blank, hard, and cold. Duke Hess smirks behind his wine glass, turning away. "Ah. It seems it would be best for me to leave. Goodbye." You nearly flinch when your father slowly touches your back, keeping you close to him. Acceptance. You have to hold back a squeal. You were an orphan in your past life, so this is exciting!

A horn is blown, and your father guides you to the middle of a ballroom. Their names are called. Claps ring out. More eager than before. The emperor, empress, and crown prince all enter the ballroom. The emperor and empress seem to have quite a big age gap, with him being in his mid sixty's based on apperance. While his wife looks to be mid 30's.

The crown prince stands beside them. The ML of the story. The 'trash' one, apparently. He has golden hair and blue eyes, with an innocent look on his face. He seems to be a pre teen now. He won't be so naive when his siblings are killed-

Oh. You look up at your father. You remember what he did. In the novel, he nearly killed the entire imperal family after finding out the emperor was the one that ordered the assassination of your mother. The only one that lived was the ML.

How did that happen? What happened!? You can't remember! "Eugh.." You grunt. Your father pats your back once, and you blink. He bows, and you curtsy at the same time as him. Habit.. "Greetings, your majesties and your highness. May the sun always shine bright on thee."

The emperor nods, stroking his beard. "You may rise." The both of you rise. "What an..extravagant celebration. Congratulations on your fourth birthday." You swallow hard, trembling as you nod.

"T-Thank you.." You squeak. The emperor smiles, but you can only see malice in his eyes. The empress looks bored, eyes looking anywhere but where you are standing. "If thats all you have to say, then we will take our leave." Your father declares.

"Of course! It is quite late, after all." The emperor smiles, face bright. Terrifying. Your father guides you away, grinding his teeth for a spilt second. You glance back, seeing that the smile on the emperors face has fallen.

Terrifying. Truly terrifying.

Part one done! Im tired gn I HAVE SM IDEAS THO

I wanna continue writing but im abt to fall asleep.

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Yandere Monster Father x Reader PART 2

If you see any mistakes its bc my keyboard is lagging and idk why

Sorry this took forever I've been busy 😪 💔

UGH..I might have changed this from monster to god bc I couldn't find a way to write this using monster. I'm so sorry i only realized after uploading. Whatever hes a monster god.

PART 1

CW: Death, very brief mention of blood and dead bodies.

"Lemme go, Lemme go!!!" You screech, thrashing and wailing. The man grimaces, turning his head away. "Geez kid, I'm not gonna kill you. Calm down." He tries to pat your head, but you just snap your teeth at him.

Your father would be proud. He always taught you to be vicious. To growl and hiss at your enemies. Although..you've never had an enemy before. It's always just been you and your father.

"Daddy.." You sniffle, lower lip trembling. The man slowly pats your head, which you allow. You miss him. Your father would've hugged you. Would've kissed your tears away, and then said some stupid joke in his blank voice that would have you giggling.

"Chief! I found this kid near the end of the forest." The man holds you up, and you're face to face with another man. This one is older, wrinkles around his eyes and grey hairs in his beard. He's also wearing a neon green vest. The same the other man is wearing. "Seems to be missing. Barefoot, and keeps calling out for her father."

The chief takes you from the man's arms. "Don't hold them like that! If they are missing, they may be injured. Go radio for an ambulance. And tell everyone it's time to end the search today. We have to deal with this little one first." The man walks away. The chief gently pats your back.

You rub your eyes with your fist, hiccuping. "You must have been so scared. Don't worry. You're safe now." You peer up at the chief. He's so..nice. Your father told you to never trust any other humans if you ever saw them. But..this one is good. Right?

"I-I want daddy!" You sob.

"I know. We'll get you back to him as soon as we can." The chief reassures. He walks out of the forest, revealing a small clearing where there are many cars and people. Your eyes widen in shock.

A woman and man approach the chief, faces filled with anger and grief. "Why are we already ending the search today!? Macy is out there alone-" The woman cuts herself off, staring at you. "Oh."

The man gently pulls her away. She sobs, and he pulls her into her arms. The chief walks to his vehicle, setting in the drivers seat while plopping you in the passenger. "Okay, whats your name?" You stare at him, wariness in your gaze.

The chief clears his throat. "I'll go first. My name is John. Would you like to tell me your name?" You mumble out your name, staring at your lap. "Thank you. What's your last name?" You stare at him as if that is some made up concept, and he looks concerned before smiling.

"That's alright. We'll find your family no matter what. Would you like to tell me about-" A boom rings out, a sound that echos for miles. You jolt, feeling something in the air. "Daddy?" You turn, staring in the direction of the forest. The chief shudders, grabbing his radio to call for backup.

Trees start to fall. Thud. Thud. Thud. He flinches. The people in the clearing stand in the direction of the forest. A creature suddenly walks out. Pale white skin. Black claws. A mangled grotesque face, with teeth as long as your arm. Ancient writing, ingraved into its skin. Sentences, with words ripped off.

It looks nothing like your daddy. And yet, you know. "Daddy!" You squeal. He whispers, and yet it reaches you from 30 feet away. "Close your eyes and cover your ears." You do just that.

You hear screaming. Bones cracking. Growling. Gurgling. You tremble, whimpering. Suddenly, it goes silent. You're scared. So scared. A hand touches you. You flinch, scrambling back. "It's me."

You snap your eyes open, making eye contact with your father's lifeless eyes. He looks the same. Same eyes. Same face. Same blank look. Other than the ancient words on his body. "Daddy!" You throw yourself against him, sobbing. "I missed you!"

He nods, pulling you into his arms. You glance back, only seeing dead bodies and blood for a spilt second before your father pushes your face into his neck. "Don't look." And you don't.

He walks, while you cry, sob, and whine into his neck. You peek out as he crosses the stream. His forest is not beautiful anymore. Its dark. Dead looking. You can see the barrier now. It has a giant hole in it. "I will fix the forest." You nod solemnly.

Your father takes you back to the cabin, where he immediately gives you a bath. "I will tell you everything now. You are old enough to know." He gently scrubs your back. "I am not human." You blink. "R-Really!?" He nods.

"I can live forever. I was a god. I haven't told you much about your mother. You've seen the photos, but I never told you about our first meeting. I was walking through my territory. I found her. She had accidentally wandered into the God's realm."

You nod, leaning over the bathtub. "We fell in love as she spent a few years with me while I tried to figure out a way to send her back. She had you. You had just been born when the strongest god felt your presence in the realm."

"Me!? Baby me!?" He nods again. "He was our leader. He was angry that I dare to engage with a human. He banished me to his land. He sai, 'If you love humans so much, then stay on their polluted world with your offspring'. And I did. With you. You were the best thing I was ever given, even though I was trapped here."

He rinses your hair. "It has taken me years to break the barrier. The strongest god will be angry, but now his binding spell has been destroyed. I will take you to the God's realm. You will enjoy its beauty. I will not allow you to be ostracized."

Your father pulls you out of the bathtub, putting pajamas on your body. That would explain his lack of..expressing of emotions. Well, it's alright. You understand him through his words. "Yay, I'm so happy!" You grin, hugging him tight.

A rumbling starts up, lightning. You shiver, frowning. "Daddy, what is that?" Your father turns, face blank as usual. "It seems our 'king' has come down to Earth. Angry. Tuck yourself in, my child. Daddy must speak with the god." Then, he's gone.

You walk to your room, grabbing your favorite stuffed animal. You slide into bed, wiggling in happiness. You can't wait! You barely even hear the sounds of fighting outside. You can only imagine the God's realm. Maybe they have swings! You fall asleep, cheek smushed against your pillow.

You will never understand that your father was once the strongest. That he only gave the other god that title because being the strongest doesn't matter to him. You will never find out that they destroyed half of the earth fighting. Your father will reclaim his right to the realm. And you will spend the rest of your life with him in a beautiful place.

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ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE Platonic Yandere x Reader

Sorry for not uploading I just haven't been in the writing mood but this idea made me wanna write

Would anyone be interested in seeing non platonic yanderes? I also have one that isn't platonic for the apocalypse

CW: Zombies, malnutrition/starving?, gore but not bad, blood, death, everything you would normally hear abt in a zombie apocalypse, Angst?

"Hah..hah.." You pant, walking as fast as you can. Your little legs ache. Horrible. Absolutely horrible! But what are you supposed to do? A zombie will get you if you are too slow.

You step into a small corner store, climbing over a fallen shelf. Empty. Empty. Empty! Nothing of value at all. "Ugh!" You huff, stomping your foot.

Every single store is like this. Everyone else had the same idea when the zombie apocalypse started. Go to the store. Take everything. And thats what they did. Your stomach grumbles, and your lower lip trembles as you sit down.

It hurts. Should you go eat random plants in the woods? You always get sick from that..but atleast your tummy will be full for a little while. You found a can once. It was beans..eugh. But some lanky guy stole it right from you. You were walking down an alley, backpack stuffed with toys. And on top, the can of beans.

Then he came out of nowhere. Threatened you with a knife. You cried. He took it anyway. You probably wouldn't have been able to open it anyway, even with the can opener you have. Your stomach grumbles again. For the last week, you had been finding food around, but it seems your luck is out. "Mommy.." You sniffle.

It takes everything in you not to cry. You miss her so much. She died on the third day of this apocalypse. You remember it like it was yesterday. The government was still running, although barely. They ordered evacuations. You were in her arms. Zombies suddenly in the crowd trying to get through the checkpoint.

She set you down, urging you to run as a trio of zombies approached the three of you. You ran, but you looked back. You'll never forget the look on her face as the zombies look chunks of her flesh out with their teeth.

You barely made it home, to the small apartment you and your mother live in. Lived in. You do, but she won't anymore. You stand, rubbing your teary eyes with your fist. There's no time to be crying.

You walk down the street, weaving through cars. You haven't seen many zombies lately. A group of people came through the city not too long ago. Very loud. You watched from the window in your apartment as a giant hoard followed their vehicles. You're glad. They made it safer for you.

You look up, seeing the back of a zombie. Its hunched over, back facing you. You dive under a car, trembling. Great. Just your luck. The zombies growls, shuffling around. It sniffs, coming in your direction. You pull a knife out of your pocket. Can you do this? You don't know.

Suddenly, a gun shot rings out. The zombie snaps its head in the direction of the sound. "You idiot!" Someone yells. A woman voice. "You just told every zombie in a 5 mile radius where we are!"

You peek out from under the car, watching the zombie go in their direction. A man attacks the zombie, stabbing it in the head with an axe. He looks as if he is in his early thirties, black hair and tanned skin. "Lets just go!" The man yells. "Argue later-" You glance at the rest of his group. They look clean. Fed.

Suddenly, someone is pulling you out from under the car. "NO!" You screech, thrashing and clawing. "Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you." The man you saw killing the zombie sighs, scooping you up and placing a gloved hand over your mouth to muffle your screams. You didn't even hear him approach!

"I can't believe you just grabbed that kid. Whatever. Your responsibility." A woman groans. She looks to be the leader, by how she starts commanding everyone. "Lets go! Every zombie is gonna be here in a minute."

You're plopped down in the back of a truck, the man sitting down beside you. You lean to bite him. He hands you a water bottle and a bar of granola. You eat. Priorities. You can always bite later.

"Whats your name?" The man asks after you finish your granola bar. You mumble out your name, and jolt as the man pats your head with his giant hand. Everything about his man is humongous. His knee press against the back of the driver's seat, and hes just overall really tall.

"My name is Abel. Sorry for picking you up like that. A hoard was coming, and I didn't want you to be hurt." You blink at Abel. It's very rare that adults actually apologize for anything. He pushes your long bangs back, making you squint.

"Its ok.." You whisper, almost unheard by him.

"You're a fool. Can you even take care of a kid?" The guy driving the truck asks, raising an eyebrow while looking in the rearview mirror. How mean! You tense up, glaring as the woman in the passenger seat gives Abel the same look.

Abel doesn't seem to mind. Infact, he smiles. They must be all close enough for him to not care. "How hard can it be? She'll eat from my rations." Abel pinches your bony cheek, and you squint even more. "So small. She won't eat a lot."

The woman in the passenger eat goes to pinch your other cheek, and you avoid, pressing your face against Abel's arm. "Guess they have a favorite." She sighs, turning away. You glance up at Abel, and the two of you make eye contact. He holds you close. It feels werid. It's been a long time since anyone has been nice to you.

It's a few hours before the group makes it back to their base. You refuse to sleep even though you want to. You still can't trust these people. As if you aren't currently pressed against one of them.

The truck stops, and Abel opens the back door. He picks you up, and you tense. "Sorry. Just..don't want you to be stepped on." He pats your back, and you press your cheek against his shoulder. Their camp is nice. Big sturdy walls, and a good population. The people who went out start carrying things to what looks like the supply building.

Each step Abel takes makes you more tired. It's been so long since you've had someone to watch your back. Even with the door locked, you were still too scared to sleep more than a few hours. "You can relax." He whispers. "No one will hurt you. You're safe here." You let out a shaky breath.

Abel steps into his assigned house, filling the bathtub with water. It uses almost all of his rationed water, even though he barely fills it. He sets you down, and you stare at yourself in the full length mirror in the bathroom. You didn't know you looked this bad. Matted hair, dirt all over you, bones peeking out, and blood on your shirt. No wonder zombies are always after you.

Abel checks you for bites while giving you a bath. Other than a few bruises and cuts, you're clear. He has to refill the bathtub multiple times, water running black and then brown. Detangling your hair was the worst. You thrashed, whining. "Hush. It'll be over soon."

Abel hands you a rubber duckie to squeeze while he detangles your hair. By the time he's finished, you're exhausted and annoyed. He picks you up after changing you into pajamas, walking into a room decorated for a child.

Pastel wallpaper. Toys scattered around in corners. You blink as you're set down in a soft bed. Abel brushes your bangs out of your face again. "You're safe now, my child. Mine. All mine." He whispers as you yawn. Maybe if you weren't a child you would think harder about this.

"Sleep now. Daddy has some things to deal with." And you do sleep. When you wake in the morning, Abel feeds you breakfast. He then unpacks the small backpack you were using, taking out the photos of your mother you stored inside and putting them in photo frames.

He adjusts the last one on the dresser while you sit on the bed, feet swinging back and forth. Abel turns, approaching you. "Need to cut this." He murmers, pushing your bangs out of your face. Again. "You..Do you wanna be my daddy?" You ask, peering up at him.

"Of course." Abel nods, picking you up. "No choice there. You're mine. But don't worry. I have no intention of erasing your mother from your life." He walks to the front door, opening it and stepping outside. You rest your head on his shoulder. You don't really mind. You've never had a daddy before.

Abel walks, approaching a small makeshift park. A few kids are playing inside, and he sets you down. "Go play. Don't think about anything else anymore. Just be a kid." You scurry forward, going to play. You're 100% gonna enjoy it here!

A week ago.

Abel bends down with a groan. He's getting old. He sets a pack of crackers on a bottom shelf. You're quite picky. It's a shame, but this is all he has for now. He stands back up straight, clicking his tounge.

He then finds a hiding place, watching you leave the apartment. You find the crackers, smile, and scurry on home. Abel follows you the entire way. So cute. You will be his. Abel is alone. No child to call his own. Yes he has friends, but he wants a child. His. His alone.

Abel was scouting out the city when he saw you. It wasn't safe to just grab you. First, you would scream all to hell. Second, he was currently being swarmed. So, he first convinced a few of his group to drive through the city, leading the zombies away.

Then, he took the rest of the group into the city. While they were thinking about supplies, he was thinking about you. You should be in the apartment. Instead, he saw you hiding under that car. You never come out this early. Well, its a good opportunity for you.

Now, he watches you play with a satisfied smile. You will fully warm up to him in time. And you will never leave these walls ever again. You will be his forever.

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Yandere Dragon x Reader PART 2

Somehow part 1 is my most popular post even tho it isn't written well??? Well ty all anyway

PART 1 PART 3

@parentalstuff Heres part 2! hope you enjoy

CW: Panic attack? Idk reader is stressed. Vomit, vomiting. Not really detailed

You breathe heavily, back resting against a soft wolf pelt that you don't even want to think where a dragon could have possibly gotten that from. You don't wanna think about anything right now. You're trembling, eyes full of terror.

The dragon cracks an eye open, staring at your terrified face. It only makes you more scared. "Sleep, human." He commands, getting closer. "I'll keep you warm." Your vision is blurry. You can't breathe. You feel so nauseous. You-

You gag, vomiting on the pelts in front of you. The dragon snaps its eyes open, staring at you. "Oh. You are sick." You let out a sob, coughing hard. The dragon gently picks you up in its foot, setting you out of the nest. You nearly drop to your knees as the dragon gently nudges you closer into the cavern. "Go. Clean yourself up."

"Hic.." You sob, stumbling forward. You blink, suddenly coming face to face with a stream. In a cave? You didn't know that was possible. You wipe away your tears as you clean yourself up and take a few drinks of the water.

You flinch when you suddenly hear the sounds of bones breaking and growling. Oh god..is he eating someone!? You need to leave, now! Ah, you know! The stream must have an exit! You turn, running as fast as you can.

"Human!" You hear the dragon yell, and you refuse to look back. You don't even hear him. All of a sudden, theres just a hand grabbing your shoulder and stopping you in your place. "Are you okay, human? Did the water scare you?"

You slowly turn, coming face to face with a human. You let out a much needed sigh of relief. The man has tan skin, red wavy hair that flows down to his ankles, and blue eyes. "Shh!" You hush him, and the man tilts his head.

You grasp his hand, pulling him along. He must have been kidnapped just like you. "Lets hurry, before the dragon notices we are gone!" The man stares at you in confusion, but follows anyway. "What game are we playing?"

"No game! We can't let the dragon catch us!" You whisper yell back. What a fool. You must protect-

The man laughs, stopping his walking. You turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "What a cute human." He coos, patting your head. "I am the dragon." Suddenly, two wings sprout out of his back. Smaller than his dragon ones obviously, but still big. It all makes sense now. He looks exactly like the dragon! And the dragon would never allow anyone else to enter. "Now, come along-"

The dragon grasps your hand, and you yank it back. "No! I want to go home!!" You yell, turning and running as fast as you can. The dragon tilts his head.

"Did my human form scare you? I haven't taken it for a few hundred years, but I thought I did pretty good." He hums, quickly approaching. "Come. Let us go back to the nest."

He grabs you again, and you thrash. "No, NO!!!" You screech, fighting with all of your might. Your heart is pounding. You feel like you're going to be sick again. You bite him, not even making an indent on his tough skin.

"None of that, human. If you are hungry, then you must tell me." The dragon simply pulls you along, ignoring your resistance. He sets you back down in the nest, and by now you're crying.

"I-I wanna go home!" You sob.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because..hic..Because I have a family!"

"You do. And yet, that family is not marching up this mountain right now. They haven't come to save you."

You simply stare at him. He's right. They haven't come. You watched the dragon mash something into a wooden bowl, and then hold it up to your lips. "Some good herbs will soothe your stomach. With honey and berries of course. No yucky taste."

You eat it, processing. Your parents weren't the most loving, but you didn't think they would just let this happen. You finish up the herb mixture, and the dragon wipes your face.

Suddenly, you hear the sounds of approaching footsteps. Many footsteps. They..They came! You knew they wouldn't let you be kidnapped! You scramble out of the nest, the dragon following. You make it to the entrance of the cavern, and the dragon pulls you to his side before you can get close.

After all, its a long fall when you're on the middle of a mountain. Your heart sinks. The only way to get up here is by flying. You distantly hear the voice of the village chief. "Dragon!" He yells.

"Hmm?" The dragon responds. "Speak."

"You stole one of our people!"

You feel so happy. You're going to cry happy tears-

"We demand compensation! 100 gold coins!"

You crane your head to peer down at the men from your village, seeing your father in the crowd. "Hic!" You whimper, turning and burying your face in the dragon's chest.

"What's wrong, human!?" He asks frantically, patting your back.

"Make them leave!" You sob. The dragon picks you up, walking back to the nest. He lays you inside, and you notice the pelts are clean of vomit. He presses a gentle kiss to your head. "I shall be back."

You don't watch him walk away, curling up and closing your eyes. You don't know what he did. You simply covered your ears when the screaming starts. He comes back an hour later, sliding in along inside you. "I shall protect you, human." He pulls you so you're resting on his chest, and you slowly fall asleep. He better. He's all you have left now.

Lalla the end

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Yandere Monster Father x Reader PART 1

Forty+ followers..wow. i didn't think I would get that popular...Thank you all ❤️

CW: bad parenting?

PART 2

You smile at yourself in the mirror, making silly faces as hands braid your hair. You jolt as your father's ice cold hands accidently graze your scalp. You turn, cheeks puffed out in a pout. "Daddy!" You whine.

"Turn your head back." He commands, voice blank. You huff, turning your head back with a grumble. He finishes braiding your hair, and you jump off of the chair you're sitting on. Your father slides his familiar gloves unto his hands, stopping you from running off with a now gloved hand on your shoulder.

You turn, huffing and puffing. He rests a hand on your head. An apology. A gesture telling you to calm yourself. You smile, nuzzling your head into his hand. "I wanna watch TV!" You exclaim, bouncing away.

Your father is already in the living room by the time you make it in there. You've gotten used to it. Him somehow always being in rooms before you. You plop down on the couch, grinning as he turns the TV on.

You watch the mindless cartoon, eyes bright. This one isn't animation. Real people..You've never seen anyone other than your father. The TV is your window to the outside world. You press your face against the screen, colors blurring your vision.

Your father pulls you back and up by the armpits. "Daddyyy!!" You whine, thrashing. He sets you down at the dining table, breakfast in front of you. "Pancakes!" You gasp, immediately forgetting the TV. You happily eat, your father standing and watching you eat.

"All done!" He then wipes your face with a napkin, and you smile. You peer up, making eye contact with his lifeless eyes. "Daddy, can I go out and play?" Your father nods, and you scurry out the front door. You turn, looking at the small cabin. Your home. Its all you've ever known.

You run into the forest, barefoot. Nothing can hurt you here. After all, this is your father's forest. His creation. Nothing is real here, something you will never know. "Foxy!" You squeal when a familar orange fox enters your vision.

It stays still, allowing for you to pick it up. "Foxy, foxy, lets play with Miss Deer!" A deer appears as if called for, bending her head down. You place the fox on her back, and the fox simply licks at its paws.

"Lets go!" You bounce forward, and the deer quickly follows. "Hurry! I wanna play in the stream." You make it to a quiet stream, water flowing at a perfect pace. Even though the stream should be cold at this time of year, its warm when you step your feet into it.

The deer starts to follow, the fox jumping down from her back. Suddenly, the animals tense up. The deer paces the line of the stream, while the fox dives in and bites your shirt, pulling you out with surprising strength. "What...? Why!?" You whine.

You turn, looking where their gazes are pointed at. On the other side of the stream, theres another forest. You never even noticed it before. There stands a man, and he seems to be calling for someone. You didn't hear him until now. "Macy, where are you!?" You blink in confusion. You've never seen another person before. You scramble forward, just for vines to wrap around your limbs and pull you back.

"Ack!" You yelp. The man turns his head to look at you, and its like he just now noticed you were there. Your father's forest starts to close on itself, the once beautiful animals now twisting into monstrous blobs. Your lower lip trembles. This is scary! "Hic...wahhh!!" You sob.

The man runs across the stream, pulling out a knife. You get a good look at him now. Young 20's, brown hair with a neon vest that reads 'volunteer'. He starts slashing at the vines, unsuccessful. "Don't worry kid, I'll get you outta here- Ah shit!" The vines lash out, slicing at the man.

He yanks you out of the vines, kicking at one of the monstrous blobs. "What the hell is going on!?" The forest is fighting back now, clawing and thrashing at the man. He dives across the stream, and its suddenly silent. You rub your teary eyes with your fist, having heard a faint sound before you crossed. Someone calling your name.

"Daddy..?" You squirm until the man sets you down, walking up to the stream. The other side looks normal now. Not dark and uninviting as it was before when the man crossed. You step forward, just to hit some invisible barrier. "H..Huh!? Daddy, daddy!" You wail, pounding at the barrier.

The man pulls you back, confusion written on his face. "Hey..lets go! Its not safe here!!" You fight him tooth and nail, but he wins in the end. You whimper as he starts to walk away from the stream, hands reaching out for the forest on the other side.

Part one end! I wasn't gonna make this two parts but i hadn't posted so...

This is just the starter so i may do three parts bc i havent even introduced the dad really lolol

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Platonic Older Brother x Reader Part 2

Last part was a cliffhanger so I had to continue

Ugh my keyboard is lagging and its making it so hard to type

The door opens, revealing a dark skinned man. His hair is neatly tied back, and he looks annoyed for a spilt second before recognizing you. "Ah, kid!" Daniel exclaims, quickly scooping you up.

"What happened? Wheres Axel?" You can't speak, sobbing your heart out. Daniel takes you inside, doing his best to soothe you. But you're absolutely distraught.

Thirty minutes later, you're sitting on the couch, with glass of milk in your hands. You stuff a cookie from the plate in front of you into your mouth. Your favorite. Axel would always get you these as a treat. You nearly cry again.

Daniel rubs his forehead, frowning as he stares down at Axel's burner phone, which was previously in your hand. Axel would only give you this if he thought the two of you would be seperated. "You calmed down enough to tell me what happened?"

You nod, rubbing at your eyes with your fist. "The bad guys took Axel!" Daniel simply stares at you, lost. "T-they put him in handcuffs! Axel must be so scared! I miss him!!" You sob. Daniel's german shepherd, Nala, licks at your face and whines.

Realization dawns on Daniel. "Police officers took your brother?" You nod hard, clinging to Nala. "Nala, I'm so sad!" You wail, absolutely distraught. Daniel doesn't know the full details of why Axel is wanted. But..he can't let the love of his life rot in jail.

Daniel swallows hard. "I'll be right back." He turns, walking into his bedroom. He calls a number that he really wish he didn't have to call. "Whats up?" A voice on the other end asks. "I need your help." Daniel says.

"With what? You actually getting back into the drug dealing-"

"No, no. I need you to break someone out of jail." The other end of the line is silent, before theres a dooming voice laughing.

"Lil bro, it ain't the 70's anymore! You really think I can just waltz into prison and pick someone up?"

Daniel nearly bites his tounge. Because yes, his older brother can. Powerful enough to do whatever he wants. "Please?" Daniel sighs, feeling embarrassed for begging.

"Aw lil bro, you know I can never say no to you. Whose the lucky guy?"

"I don't know his real name. But-"

"So am I just supposed to pick him based on vibes?"

"No..- I'll come with."

"Alright. Suit yourself. I'll be over in an hour."

Daniel lets out a sigh of relief. If his older brother didn't agree..it would be over. Daniel calls another number. His cousin, Elena. Hes able to convince her to babysit, although her hourly rate is outrageous.

Daniel steps back into the living room, finding you half asleep against Nala. You whine when he picks you up. "I know..I know. You're tired." Daniel walks down the hall, opening the door to your room. Decorating it for you was going to be a surprise. Then, you two were gone the day Daniel was going to show you.

When Daniel and Axel first met, Axel was the most distrusting person Daniel has ever met. Even though they were immediately in love, Axel kept his distance. Daniel was barely able to convince him to move in. And Daniel decorated this room for you because if you were happy, Axel would stay. Atleast thats what he thought. But you're back again. And Daniel would get Axel back.

Daniel lays you down in the bed, tucking you in. "I want Axel.." You whine, sniffling hard. "I know." Daniel doesn't want to tell you and give you false hope. What if they fail? Then you'll never recover...Actually, you may not recover either way.

Daniel stays with you until you fall asleep, Nala laying by the foot of your bed. "Protect her." He whispers to her, and Nala huffs in response. Elena comes, and Daniel begrudgingly hands her too much money.

When his older brother pulls up, Daniel slides into the back of a van, surrounded by men with guns. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Surprisingly, it wasn't hard. It took a few good hours, guards bribed, and Daniel pointing out Axel. Under the guise of a cell change, Axel was smuggled out.

Daniel hugs Axel as soon as he climbs into the van. Axel's jaw is bruised, hair tousled. "Oh god, you're okay.." Daniel sighs. They immediately embrace, kissing each other.

Daniel's older brother raises an eyebrow from the passenger. "Oh. Thats why you wanted this guy out." They drive the van back to Daniel's house, while Axel frantically asks questions about you.

"Are they okay? Did they get hurt? Are they hungry? Did you feed them? Are they scared? Did you tuck them in-" Daniel nods to all the questions, patting Axel's shoulder. "They're fine."

By the time they make it to the house, the sun is starting to rise. Daniel opens the door, quickly peeking you sitting at the dining table. Your lower lip is trembling, head angled down as Elena tries to feed you some scrambled egg.

You head snaps up at the sound of the doorway. You make eye contact with Axel, and screech. "AXEL!" You fall climbing down from the chair you're sitting on, chin hitting the floor with a bonk. You're undeterred though, standing up and stumbling forward.

"Ah, kid-" Axel meets you in the middle, scooping you up. He checks your chin, face twisted in concern as you smear snot on his shirt. "Wahhh, Axel!" You sob, clinging to him as hard as you can. Elena slips out, while Daniel steps away to give the two of you some alone time.

Axel sits on the couch, rocking back and forth. "I'm sorry, squirt. You must have been so scared." You nod, hiccuping hard. You can't seem to stop crying, tears streaming down your face.

Its 3 hours before you're quiet, breathing deeply. Daniel hands Axel a few papers, seeing you now content to just be clinging to Axel. "Forged papers. You two can live a normal life. I've had the..ahem..incident scrubbed from your record. No one will bother you about it anymore."

"Thank you." Axel sighs, finally relaxing. The entire time in jail, he was a nervous wreck. What if you got lost? What if you got hurt? Axel's hand shakes as he pets your hair. You yawn, falling asleep against him.

A month later

"Hehe, hehe, hehe!" You giggle, face flushed. You're running around the backyard, being chased by Nala. Nala barks, playfully jumping on you. "Ah, Nala nooo!!" You squeak as the dog tries to lick your face.

"Nala, down!" Daniel yells, and Nala retreats. You run towards the backyard, covered in mud. Daniel smiles, ruffling your hair. Axel stands from a chair on the porch, scooping you up. "What a mess."

He smiles, running out into the yard and sliding right into the mud. "Kyaaa!!" You squeal, eyes wide with joy. Daniel sighs, approaching. "What in the world-" Axel reaches up, grabbing Daniel's wrist and pulling him into the mud.

"Oof!" Daniel huffs, now equally covered in mud. You grin, pointing. "Muddy!" You giggle. "Yea, muddy." Daniel sighs, holding back a smile. "You gotta admit it was funny." Axel laughs. Daniel finally smiles, bumping shoulders with him. You slap mud everywhere. Content.

The end!

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Platonic Older Brother x Reader

Omg...I actually decided to write smth other than yandere father Also I am planning to write a female yandere soon so 🤞 This was gonna be yandere but I realized he isn't lowkey. I mean..he murdered someone for you but like..hmm..

Thanks so much for 20+ followers 🥰

Part 2

CW: Severe abuse, neglect, violence, blood, murder.

Years ago, a teenager stood beside a worn crib, staring down at the newborn inside. The newborns face is red as it wails loudly. Its nearly the same color as the blood pouring out of the teenagers nose.

They fought again. The teenager and his father. The teenager was just going to deck his father when he heard the sound of the newborns cries down the hall. It seems one of his fathers one night stands dropped off this screaming thing. The teenager reaches down, picking up the baby. The baby quickly quiets, peering up at the teenager with wet eyes.

The teenager knows now he must protect the baby. His father is cruel and short of temper. If the baby was to set him off, the teenager knows it would die. "I'll protect you." He whispers, pressing a kiss to it's head.

Years later, you sit on a motel bed that smells like dust. "Achoo!" You sneeze, sniffling. The motel room door opens, and you jump up. "Axel!" You screech, slamming yourself into his legs. The teenager, now older, smiles down at you. "Hey squirt. You missed me, huh?" You nod, pulling him along. "Show me what food you got!"

As you dig through the grocery bags, Axel reminisces about what happened years ago. It still feels so fresh in his mind. Your father standing over your crib, hand raised to hit. You, screaming from hunger. Axel was going to feed you. He just came from the store. Your father was threatening you as Axel stood in the doorway. Its a blur after that, but all Axel remembers is suddenly being on top of his father, blood pouring from the mans head.

Axel killed him. That much was obvious. He then cradled you close, fed you, and left the body. He knew what would happen. He would go to jail. You would end up in foster care, scared and alone. Axel couldn't have that. So, he bolted. Took as much money as he could find around the house, and ran.

Axel was on the news some time after that. Thankfully you weren't registered, so no one knew you existed. Axel learned to change his appearance. Got some piercings, and dyed his hair. Infact, he dyes it so frequently it's on the verge of being damaged. Right now hes sporting golden locks. And..most shocking of all, Axel is not his real name. Its something he never plans to tell you. The name he wore before is only associated with bad memories. Axel is not.

"Axel, look! Gummies!" You squeal, ending the memories. You hold out the gummy box, grinning. "Yep. Got your favorite just for you." He ruffles your hair, making you giggle. Expensive ass gummies. Everything is expensive. But anything to see you smile.

"Now, listen up." You sit up straight, squirming in excitement. You lean forward, with anticipation. "What, what!?" You squeak. Axel smirks, leaning back. "Tomorrow, we're gonna go to the carnival." Your face is blank for a long second, processing.

Axel puts his hand over your mouth as you squeal. Can't draw attention to yourselves by being loud. "C-Carnival, carnival!" You squeak, pulling at Axel's arm. "Yes, carnival." He chuckles, smoothing your fly away hairs back. You're excited the rest of the afternoon, inhaling your dinner as if it'll make time go by faster.

Axel tucks you in at 8, looking down at your excited face. Of course you're excited, when you hardly ever go outside. When you two move towns, you spend most of the time in his arms, face hidden. Axel has always felt horrible for this. The carnival is a once in a lifetime treat.

It takes an hour and three bed time stories for you to sleep. Axel sighs, stepping into the bathroom. He won't be sleeping much tonight. He never does. The nightmares keep him awake. He pulls a new burner phone out of his pocket, calling a familiar number. He always does each time he gets a new one.

Axel promised Daniel he would keep in touch, and thats what he does. Daniel answers on the second ring. "Still in one piece, handsome?" A deep voice asks. "You know it." Axel responds, pushing his bangs back.

"I miss you, Axel." Axel frowns at that desperate tone in Daniel's voice. He misses Daniel too. They only spent a few months together, but it was the best months of Axel's life. You were happy, in a big house with good clothes and good food. Axel was happy, with someone to love him.

But, Axel knew the two of you couldn't stay. Daniel's life was rooted in drug dealing, and Axel was afraid to love someone as much as he loved Daniel. So, the two of you left. "Daniel.." Axel sighs.

"I know. I know, Axel. I'm..I'm just saying my door is always open for you two. I'm done with the drug dealing too. Its safe here for the kid. They need some where to settle. Please..just consider."

Axel frowns hard. He knows Daniel is right. You're preschool age now. You need a stable life. And Daniel can provide that. Before Axel can second guess himself, he blurts out, "Fine. We'll come. It'll be about a week."

"Great! I'll set up a room for the kid. Get you guys some forged papers so they can actually go to school. You'll like it here once you can actually settle down!" Daniel rambles, and Axel can hear the excitement in his voice.

Axel turns his head, hearing a whimper from the bedroom. "Yea. Gotta go. See you." Daniel says goodbye, and Axel hangs up. Axel walks out of the bedroom, seeing you squirming on the bed.

"Ngh.." You whine. A bad dream. Must be all that TV you watch. Axel gently presses his hand to your forehead, and you immediately calm. Daniel is right. And it hurts so much. Axel has sacrificed everything to give you a good life, but hes still lacking.

The next day, you're laying on the bed while watching Axel get ready. You reach out, grasping his wrist. You stare down at the burn scar that starts at his wrist, and ends about half an inch down.

"Owie?" You ask, the same question you ask every time when you see the scars on his body. But this one..You've asked about this one so many times. "No owie." Axel responds, which makes you smile. Each time hurts Axel's heart.

"Now c'mere, squirt." Axel lifts you up, and you squeal as he helps you get dressed. You two leave the motel, and you peer over Axel's shoulder as he walks down the street. When you make it to the carnival, you're just full of excitement.

Everything is interesting! You must do everything. You make Axel do all of the rigged carnival games, giggling when he loses. You get a stick of cotton candy, pouting when Axel eats half of it. And the ferris wheel is scary. You wanted to go so bad, but now that you're both at the top, you can only cling to Axel.

"It's alright. I'm not gonna let you get hurt." He pats your back, and you peer up into his green eyes. "Promise?" You whisper, and Axel nods. You peek out, looking at the buildings. Okay, maybe it wasn't so scary.

A few hours of rides later, and you're exhausted. Axel scoops you up, and you yawn as you rest your head on his shoulder. Axel walks to a bus stop, rocking you out of habit of long nights spent trying to soothe you to sleep. "We are leaving this town, squirt." You sigh, cheek smushed against his bony shoulder.

That would explain why Axel was packing up this morning. "We'll be going back to Daniel's house." Your eyes light up, and you smile. "Daniel!? I missed Daniel..." You sigh, eyes closing.

"Me too..Me too." Axel whispers, pressing a kiss to your head as he steps unto the bus. The bus fare used up the last of Axel's cash. Shit. It seems he'll have to walk the rest of the way. Axel's shoes are already in bad enough condition. He can only imagine how much his feet are gonna hurt.

Axel sits down, patting your back as you nap against him. You drool on his shoulder. Wouldn't be the first time, and sure won't be the last. Hes been spit up on enough times to not even care anymore. The next few hours are peaceful, until Axel has to leave the bus.

Its late. Theres not enough money for a motel. Axel sits on a bench, adjusting you in his arms. He strokes your soft cheek with his finger. All of that work over the years. Dealing drugs. Fighting. Stealing. For what? You've spent too many nights outside. Too many days with an half empty stomach.

Pathetic. Axel is so- "Ngh.." You hiccup, hands reaching out. "A-Axel..?" You sob, eyes not even open. "I'm here." Axel whispers, cupping your hands in his. You smile, and then fall right back asleep. He brushes your hair out of your face. After this, you will never suffer ever again.

The next few days are hell. Of course its hot. Hot enough you're angry at everything. Axel has to steal food for the two of you, and you're tired of being the distraction. Any down time is spent with Axel making you memorize what Daniel's house looks like in case something happens to Axel. Its stupid! You know he will be fine.

Thats what you tell yourself. But it seems the universe hates you. You watch an old lady point at Axel while talking to two police officers. "A-Axel!" You squeak, pulling at Axel's pant leg. He turns, noticing the old ladys venomous gaze. It's obvious she recognizes him. It's been years, but some people just always keep a space in the back of their minds for murderers.

Axel picks you up, running before the police officers can even cross the street. You're so close! Why did this have to happen now!? "Ngh.." You whimper, sniffling. Just horrible! Axel's fast, but it seems those police officers called for backup. They're everywhere.

Axel ducks into an alley, setting you down beside a trashcan. He cups your face in his hands. "Squirt, not a sound." Your eyes fill with tears. "Shh, I know. I love you so much." He presses a kiss to your forehead, pressing his burner phone into your hand. "Call Daniel. His house is a few blocks away if he doesn't pick up. Not a sound."

Then, hes off. You watch Axel purposely run into a police officer, being tackled. He hits the concrete with a bam. Tears stream down your face as multiple police officers hold him down. You turn, running as fast as you can.

You're sobbing so hard, and you just can't figure out this phone! You wander around for a few hours, until you see a familiar house. You hiccup, approaching the door. You knock, vision blurry. As the door opens, you feel your heart breaking. You're never gonna see Axel ever again.

The end! Part 2?

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Orphan Reader x Platonic Yandere PART 4

Cw: Mentions of murder (barely)

You spend the next few days with Raphael hovering over you. You barely spend any time by yourself. The maids were changed once, twice, and then a third time. If they even glance in your direction, Raphael will grit out barely hidden threats. Its werid. How he acts. It feels like you don't know who he really is.

Currently you're sitting with Raphael on the floor, in front of a toy castle. He brought all of your toys to his room. It seems you're never going back. "Rawr!" Raphael growls, holding up a plastic dinosaur. "I'm going to destroy the castle, and no one can stop me!"

You resist the urge to sigh. You pick up a plastic knight, smacking the dinosaur. "I won't let you, you evil-" You're cut off by a yawn, blinking slowly.

"Oh, my baby must be sleepy." Raphael scoops you up, laying you in the bed. He tucks you in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Sleep now. Papa has to go do something, but don't worry. The guard will stay with you."

This would have been the perfect opportunity to do some snooping, but of course the guard must stay in the room! Raphael got you a guard after the near kidnapping. When Raphael isn't around, the guard is. You watch the man settle on the other side of the room while Raphael leaves.

It must be your lucky day, because the guard quickly falls asleep. What an idiot, falling asleep on the job! You climb out of the bed, exiting the room. You make a beeline for Raphael's office. Its empty for once. You take your time rummaging around, not finding anything of importance until you make it to his desk.

You pull open drawers, finding them all unlocked except for one. Ah! This may be the one that has something important- "What are you doing, my little baby?" A voice whispers in your ear.

"ACK!" You scream, jolting and bonking your head on the desk. Raphael reaches for you, pressing kisses to the top of your head where you hit it. "Aw baby, Papa's sorry. He didn't mean to scare you." He blows air on your head. "Bye-bye boo-boo!"

Your hearts pounding in your chest, and you swallow hard. You look up at his face, but he doesn't seem mad at all. "My baby is so smart! Coming to Papa's office to look around. Well, I guess I can't hide it anymore."

Raphael pulls you into his lap, humming. "You were looking around to find what Papa really does, huh?" You nod slowly. "Well, Papa is a mob boss!" Hes basically glowing, happy as can be.

"A mob boss?" You repeat in confusion.

"Papa is the boss of a bunch of men! They listen to my words. And someone as important as Papa has a lot of enemies. But don't you worry. I'll keep you safe."

"Is..that why you act so different to other people, Papa?" You blurt out, eyes wide. Raphael stays silent for a second, and then nods.

"Yes, my sweet child. I only want you to see good things. So, I try to be good for you. But..I am not a good person. That is the truth." You frown, gripping fistfuls of Raphael's shirt.

"Thats not true! You saved me. So, you are good." You exclaim. Raphael smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I wonder if you would still say that if you knew all of me.." He murmers.

"Huh?" You squeak. Raphael stands, humming as he rocks you back and forth.

"Nothing, my sweet. Lets go relax in the library." Raphael leaves his office, walking down the hallway. You peek over his shoulder, seeing that the guard that is normally following you two is no where to be seen. Maybe he got in trouble for sleeping while working? "Papa, where is the guard?"

"Ah..well, I elim- I mean, I fired him. What a bad guard he was. It seems like no one here can do their jobs." He grumbles. Raphael enters the library, setting you on one of the beanbag chairs inside. "Now, what story shall Papa read you? Perhaps one about cats?"

"Space!" You exclaim, throwing up your arms. "Space it is!" Raphael chuckles. You watch him pick out a book about space, feeling so happy. A few months ago you never would have dreamed someone would care for you like this. So what if hes a mob boss or whatever? Its none of your business. For now, you're just going to enjoy having a Papa.

The end! This is most likely the last part as I am running out of ideas 😞

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Plationic Yandere x Neglected Reader

For @shycreatorreview !

This is pretty long idk what happened

CW: Severe neglect, bad parenting, kidnapping, mentions/talking of violence, child abuse, blood, murdering, dead bodies.

Your parents are neglectful. So neglectful, that all you've eaten these last few years is junk food. All you do when you're at home is play video games. Your mother doesn't even notice, and you don't see your father enough for him to even care.

The only time your mother ever seemed to care was when you got cavities and had to see the dentist. She scolded you half to death. You learned to atleast brush and floss every day.

You go to school, but you hate it there. Everyone is so mean. You've been bullied for years, but your parents don't seem to really get it. You told your father when he was at home for once, and he simply told you: Don't be a wuss.

So, you have no one. No friends, no real family. You're really lonely. One day you sneak out to the park, deep in thought. You're on one of the swings, kicking your legs back and forth. Maybe you should run away. No one loves you-

Suddenly, someone plops down on the swing beside you. You jolt, turning to look at a man with red hair and blue eyes. He has gloves on, which is werid, and a trash bag he must have been carrying sits nearby.

"You like swinging too, huh?" He smiles down at you, and you feel chills run down your spine. You stand up, swallowing hard. "I..I have to go-" The man grabs your wrist, that smile gone. "Why are you leaving, huh? I just wanted to talk."

You swallow hard, trembling. "Ah, don't be like that." He pulls you into his lap, patting your back. "You know, I've seen how bad your parents are. When I peeked into your house." You stare up at this man, wide eyed. He did WHAT!? "I saw the neglect. You have no one."

"I can be better than them. I *will* be better than them." He stands, you in his arms. You grasp unto the mans shoulders while he grabs the trash bag. You can smell it now. Smells like iron. Blood? "I won't be like my Pa, you see. None of that hitting shit. I'll take care of you." He rambles, seemingly in his own world.

"I wanna go home.." You whine, squirming. "Hush." And hush you do. What are you supposed to do against a man twice your size anyway? When he opens the door to his house, you genuinely think you're gonna die.

Surprisingly, its not that bad. Down in the basement, you have your own room. The rest is closed off, and when you sometimes leave your room, it smells of iron. The man, whose name you learned is Jason, spends most of the day with you.

He lets you play video games. Watch TV. Its monitored and you only get so much time, but you don't mind with the company of another person. The only part you don't like is him doing schoolwork with you. And..no junk food. Just healthy things. Absolutely terrible.

"Kid!" Jason exclaims, opening the door to your room and knocking you out of your thoughts. You're sitting on the bed, Switch in your hand. He squishes himself against your side, grinning ear to ear. "I've been a good father, huh? I must be. I've always wanted a baby. I remember being jealous of my older cousins when they had these chubby kids."

Jason always does this. Rambling. You don't really mind. You don't have a lot to say. He pinches your cheek, and you frown. "You aren't a baby, but you're still my kid!" He exclaims, eyes bright.

Jason stands, taking the Switch from your hands. Your frown deepens. "No more games tonight. Daddys gonna be out...doing adult stuff. Can you handle bedtime?" You nod, and he ruffles your hair.

You watch the man leave, squinting at the cracked door. He didn't close it. Is this a test? Maybe not. You've noticed Jason is very forgetful. You open the door, stepping out of your room.

The smell of blood is stronger here. You turn, deciding today is the day to explore one of the other rooms in the basement. You open one, finding a room of tables with neatly placed trinkets. You approach one of the tables, looking down at a bracelet.

Your mothers bracelet. You recognize the ingravings. And even if you didn't, her name is on the inside. Oh. You've watched Criminal Minds. Is Jason really a serial killer who keeps tokens from his victims? Well, that would explain why he had said he peeked into your house before.

Oh. You stare at the bracelet. You realize...you don't feel anything. You don't feel anything for a mother you don't even know. You turn, leaving the room. You walk up the steps, trying the basement door. It opens. Unlocked. It seems he never expected you to get past your room.

You stare out at the inside of the house. You didn't even get a chance to look around when you first came here. It doesn't even look like anyone lives in this house. White sheets cover some of the furniture. You know Jason spends nearly all of his time in your room, but does he seriously not even touch the couch?

You can think about that later. You make a beeline for the kitchen. You open up cabinets, and then the fridge. No sweets. Nothing! Who doesn't have sweets in their own house!? You sigh, feeling a need for something sweet. Processed. Artificial.

You do an entire sweep of the house. The only thing you find being a 20 dollar bill. Hmm..Jason wouldn't even notice if you left. You would just go buy something sweet, eat, and then be back before he even noticed!

You unlock the door, stepping outside. Its been so long since you've been outside. You appreciate every second, walking to a donut shop. You would think the workers or even other customers would notice you're a missing kid, but they all seem to be in their worlds.

You order a few donuts, and sit on a bench at the park while you eat. Time seems to pass so fast like this. On your last donut, you notice the sun is nearly set. Oh. You're so screwed. Its summer, so the sun sets late. Which means its most likely 8 to 9pm.

You sit there, thinking about the best course of action. You could go to the police, but then you would be placed in foster care. No thanks. What if you looked for your father? Is..he even still alive? You didn't see a token from him in that room, but you also don't know anything about him to notice.

"Kid, kid, where are you!?" Someone yells, and you turn your head to look. Jason is down the street, frantically looking for you. You simply watch, until his head suddenly turns and the two of you make eye contact.

You've never seen someone run so fast. Especially Jason. Usually hes calm, well as calm as someone like him can get, rational. So seeing him full on sprint at you is terrifying. He drops to his knees in front of you, checking you over. "What happened!? Are you hurt!?"

"Ah..No." You squeak, genuinely baffled by how much he cares. You didn't think it would matter that much. "I just..went out and got some donuts. I'm sorry..I wasn't trying to escape." You whisper.

Jason tries to look stern, but he can't help just being concerned instead. "You..I..You scared me!" He hugs you to his chest, sighing. "I know you wouldn't escape. You're..so happy with me. But this! Going out by yourself!? You know better!"

You do, and you pout. Jason quickly presses a kiss to your forehead, scooping you up in his arms. He quickly walks down the street, bouncing you in his arms. "My fault. I didn't give you any sweets. You're used to so much, how did I expect you to act? We'll just have to have sweets in moderation from now on!"

You nod, resting your head on Jasons shoulder. "Daddy, do you only kill bad people?" He stops walking, eyes wide. You just called him daddy. This is..this is the first time you've called him that. He can reflect on that later. You've just asked him a shocking question.

Jason continues on walking. "Where did this come from?"

"Its kinda obvious you kill people. Do you only kill bad people?" You question, peering up at him.

"Uh..yea. You know, the usual suspects. Child abusers. Ah..maybe I shouldn't give examples. I don't want to scare you. Lets just hurry on home." When you make it home, you get a bath. Then, you two sit on your bed.

"I'm disappointed, kid." Jason sighs. You tense up, staring down at your lap. "Ah, don't do that. Don't get scared. I'm not gonna hurt you." He ruffles your hair, and you look up at him with these sad eyes.

He pulls you into his lap, resting his chin on the top of your head. "My Pa was the worst of the worst. All that man did was drink and beat me. My Ma wasn't exactly helpful either. She'd throw me under the bus to save herself. I spent every day in fear.

His hand combs through your hair, oh so gentle. "When I was a teen, I fought back. I won. A man who spent my childhood abusing me was so weak. I thought he was so pathetic. A few hits and he was dead. My Ma ran off as soon as she could. Police ruled it self defense because of the scars on my body and the fact he was a drunk."

You listen intently, gripping Jasons shirt in your palms. "Then, I thought wow. He was so weak. Everyone like him..is weak. They hurt. They destroy. But they can die so easily. I started killing because some people like them don't deserve to live. And when I saw you leading a life like mine, I was desperate to save you. I came off..as quite aggressive. I just wanted to keep you safe. I'm sorry."

You stare up at Jason, tears leaving your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. He panics, scrambling to comfort you. "Don't cry, don't cry! Daddy's such a fool, isn't he? Shouldn't have told you a scary story." He picks up one of the stuffed animals on your bed, wiggling a bunny at you. "Look, its Mr. Bunny! I think he wants a hug."

You smile around your tears, hugging the bunny to your chest. Jason nervously wipes your tears away. "I'm not crying..because of the 'scary' story, daddy. I'm crying cuz you got hurt. Because you suffered." You sniffle. Jason stares at you, baffled. "You were hurt too. Your parents..were horrible." He stammers.

"But, they didn't hit me, daddy. You suffered so much, but you still decided to do nice things. Thank you for saving me, daddy." You rest your head against Jasons chest, quiet as his shoulders shake, and he silently cries. It seems he never stopped long enough to actually think. He was a victim. He suffered too.

Jason stops crying after a few minutes, snuggling close to you. "Thank you too. You have changed my life so much. For the better." He sighs happily, leaning back on the bed. "That doesn't mean you aren't getting a punishment though." You let out a long groan. "No video games for a week. You can still have the TV, and..perhaps some outside time."

You snap your gaze to his face, and hes grinning. "Yay!" You squeak. "Yay." Jason repeats, pressing his forehead to yours. "And now, you're also going to write 'I won't leave without permission and endanger myself' 100 times!"

As you sit at your desk, groaning with each line you write, you can't help but smile. Jason may be a murder. A kidnapper. And may be someone who has done some crazy illegal things, but now, hes your father. Your days are finally going to be filled with love.

Omg..the end 🥳

I hope you enjoyed!

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Orphan Reader x Platonic Yandere PART 3

Thanks for the support everyone 😝

I struggled to write this but its ok

I decided its time to actually use the yandere in platonic yandere

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

CW: Death, blood, kidnapping, violence, etc

After that day, you and Raphael have become close. You have both found what you wanted in each other. And although your Papa acts werid sometimes, you still enjoy his company. Now, you spend your days being absolutely pampered.

The maids always give you candy when you walk by. Raphael gives you anything, even though you've never asked for anything. Sometimes you wonder if you truly deserve all of this, but then Raphael kisses your forehead and you forget about all of those thoughts.

Currently you're in the middle of holding a tea party with two other maids. Normally Raphael would be here, but he was actually busy for once. He told you hes just a CEO, but has never talked about the company hes the CEO of. Well, you don't really care.

You sigh, bringing an empty plastic teacup to your lips. You miss him. You tug on the sleeve of the nearest maid, whose name you learned is Selene. "Selene, I want papa. Can you take me to him?" She smiles, a sickly sweet smile.

"Of course!" She stands, taking your hand in hers. You two leave your bedroom, walking down the halls. You skip happily, excited to see Raphael. Tea parties are never fun without him. Selene instead of taking you to Raphael's office, takes you to a side door.

You frown, looking up at her. "Papa is..outside?" She yanks at your hand, pulling you along. She simply hums in response, taking you out. You stand in front of a side gate, which gets opened by two men outside. You drag your feet when she tries to pull you along. "Ah..no.." You whimper.

She pulls you so hard to stumble, fingers digging into your wrist. "Ow.." You hiccup.

"Just come on!" You continue this game of tug and war, and she starts to win. One of the men yells something at her in Russian, and shes finally able to drag you outside. What is going on!? Why is she doing this!?

You're pushed into a van, with a man sitting across from you holding a gun. They don't even get to close the van doors before they are caught. "Sweetie, close your eyes and cover your ears!" Raphael's voice calls out.

And you do just that. You can still hear the sound of yelling and gunshots. It goes quiet, and you slowly open your eyes. You only get a spilt second to see the dead body in the van, blood pouring out on the seats.

Raphael scoops you up, humming as he rocks you back and forth. "You're safe, you're safe." Hes holding a gun in his hand, which he casually throws over his shoulder. Men in suits swarm the car. He walks back into the mansion, where everything seems to be in an uproar. The butler approaches, bowing. "You fool. You can't even protect one child?" Raphael grits out.

"Don't me mad.." You sniffle. Raphael gives the butler a look that says 'we will talk about this later', and then he nods. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, my baby. Lets get you cleaned up." You're trembling, cheek smushed against his shoulder.

He takes you to one of the many bathrooms, and you get a bath. You sit there, staring at the bath toys, while Raphael gently scrubs your scalp with his fingers. "Why me?"

His fingers still. "What was that, sweetie?"

"Why did they try to kidnap me?"

"Ah..hmm.." He hums, considering the best approach to this to not traumatize a childs mind. "Well, papa has many enemies. Because he is so big and strong! And they think if they kidnap you, papa will do whatever they want to protect you. Which..is true. But I just won't let them get you at all!"

Raphael tickles you under your chin, and you stare down at your thin legs. Hes not telling you the full truth. Maybe he never will. Its only right you go investigate yourself. "Mm.." You yawn. That can wait though.

When the bath is over, Raphael dresses you in soft pajamas. Instead of taking you to your pastel room, he walks to his instead. Even though his room is right across from yours, you've never seen the inside. You peer at the dark oak interior and the glass case of guns.

Raphael lays you on his bed, climbing in beside you. "You'll sleep in Papa's room tonight. I'm too scared to leave you by yourself." He sighs, face twisted in worry. "Okay, papa!" You squeak, clenching the covers.

"Shall I tell you a story?" He whispers. You shake your head, and Raphael smiles. "Alright. Sweet dreams, my baby." He kisses your forehead, and sleep you do.

Thats all for now 🙏

In the next part we shall finally find out what Raphael does for a living! I'm also going to try to go more in depth on their relationship bc lowkey i dont feel like it has enough screentime. But...who wants to just see them live the same days over and over? Idek AUGH

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Orphan Reader x Platonic Yandere PART 2

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

:D..I can't stop posting..

Please send me ideas pls pls

Anyway this is going to answer a lot of..unanswered things in the first part.

Enjoy

No summary for this bc I'm struggling to summarize.

ALSO I named him bc it was werid calling him 'The man' all the time

CW: None? Idk yandere stuff.

You stare down at the blanket draped around your body. Its werid, having someone care for you like this. You look up at the man, and he smiles. "I guess this is a good time for introductions!" His hand strokes your dirty hair.

"My name is Raphael. Yours is Y/N, of course." You slowly nod. The car pulls into a driveway, and you peer up. You're met with a mansion. For someone so scary, he sure does live in a nice place. Cream colored walls, and theres even a fountain outside!

Raphael leads you out of a car. As if this couldn't get any more ridiculous, a butler opens the door. "Greetings, Sir Raphael." The butler smiles, angling his gaze at you. "And greetings to you, Miss/Mister Y/N."

"H-Hello.." You whisper, suddenly feeling shy. "Lets get you settled in!" Raphael exclaims, pulling you along. You're let to the bathroom, where you get a bath. Raphael spends half of the time trying to convince you to play with the rubber duckies before he remembers to actually give you a bath.

When its finished, Raphael dries you off and slides on some loose pajamas. "Hmm..I bought quite a small size." The man squints, and nods. "It seems we'll have to get you some custom fitted clothes. No biggie! I'll have the tailor come tomorrow."

You stare up at this man, swallowing hard. Terrifying. So terrifying. "Now my little munchkin, come to papa!" He coos, holding out his arms.

"Are you gonna kill me?" You blurt out, heart pounding. You've never seen a smile fall off of someones face so fast. "Oh. What a horrible misunderstanding!" He laughs, that same soft smile reappearing as if it never left. You feel chills roll down your spine.

"Come now." Raphael takes your hand, leading you to his office. He guides you to one of the cushioned seats, sitting across from you. "We shall talk. You must be so confused. I understand completely. Let me reassure you that I will never hurt you. Now, do you have any questions?"

You nervously fiddle with the edge of the silk pajama shirt on your body. "W-Why me?" Raphael leans back, relaxed as he taps his chin. "I was like you once. Frail. Struggling. Alone. I just wanted to help."

"You're..You're lying." His face darkens, and you wish you would have kept your stupid mouth shut. "Hmm.." Raphael sighs, rubbing his forehead.

"I wasn't lying about being like you. But yes..I was lying about just wanting to help. Truly, I have another reason." You lean forward, expecting to hear something horrible. "I've always wanted a child."

Huh? "Someone to hold. To care for. To protect. Someone who would look at me like I was their world." You swallow hard, nodding so he will continue. "I was going to adopt a child before you tried that little stunt. We were in front of the agency building. I saw your face. I saw your pain. I didn't want you to suffer anymore."

That soft smile reappears, and Raphael clasps his hands together. "Anything else?"

"T-The bracelet?" You whisper. His eyes light up.

"Oh, yes!" Raphael digs into his pocket, pulling out the bracelet. Its a simple gold one, with a small butterfly charm. He slides it unto your wrist. "I was going to give it to the child I planned on adopting. But you became that child, so now, its yours."

"And..how did you know where to find me?"

"I have plenty of connections, baby. It wasn't hard to find out about a cute little thing like you!" He boops your nose with his finger. It seems the playful Raphael is back, and honestly, you're glad.

"None of this anymore. Its your bedtime!" Raphael scoops you up into his arms, and you tense. "None of that now." He pats your back until you melt. "Good..good."

He walks down the hall, opening the door to a room. The walls are a pastel color, and there are toys everywhere. A bedroom for a child Raphael has never had until now. He lays you in the bed, tucking you in. "Story time!"

Raphael turns away, searching a shelf for the best story. "You really want to be my papa?" You whisper. "Of course! You wouldn't be here if I didn't." When Raphael turns back, tears are dripping down your face.

"O-Oh, baby!" He kneels by the bed, gently petting your head. Its stupid. You don't know the first thing about Raphael. Hes terrifying. He might just kill you in your sleep. And yet..hes everything you've ever wanted. A parent.

"Don't cry, my sweet baby." He coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he wipes your tears away. You let out a shaky breath. Finally, you can relax. Your eyes flutter. "Oh..someones sleepy!" He whispers. You're out like a light.

When you wake, its to Raphael gently coaxing you from dreamland. "Good morning, my sweet child. I know, I know, you're so sleepy!" He coos as you whine. Raphael bundles you in his arms, and you fall asleep again.

You wake again, and its to being set down in a chair in the dining room. You fully wake at the smell of..breakfast! Raphael smiles, piling food unto your plate. "Eat slow, okay? Your stomach might not be able to handle so much food."

You take very slow bites, which makes him laugh. After finishing breakfast, Raphael makes you drink a glass of water. "Must stay hydrated!"

Raphael then scoops you up again. Will your feet touch the ground ever again? Who knows. A maid hands him a paper, and he shows it to you. Adoption papers. For you. "Aren't you excited? You'll really be my child now! You'll have so much fun with Papa!"

You stare down at the paper, and slowly nod. Maybe..being this mans child won't be so bad.

Lalala the end.

Idk if I'll do a part 3 bc I don't have anymore ideas. If anyone does PLEASE send my way.

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