Emma being sweet and gentle (in contrast to her usual exterior)
Just with you
Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.
Mixed 2 requests together because they were basically the same. Very sorry it's quite short, I haven't written anything in a hot minute.
Emma Frost x Reader
Summary: In public she's known to be a blunt, cold person. But in private? She's nothing but a sweetheart.
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To many she was nothing but a straight person, always telling the truth as it was and being tough even when the situations called for it. This was her doing, though not really an act- Emma was in fact a very blunt person naturally, though perhaps she put her attitude up a notch for the people.
But not with you, or rather, not when you were alone together.
The quiet atmosphere of the office would've sent a shiver down anyone else's spine, but it was comforting to the two of you. Emma sat in her chair behind the desk, looking through paperwork for Krakoa, revising speeches and looking through suggestions made by the people and other influential people, the usual for her. Meanwhile you say beside her, head leaning on her non-dominant arm, eyes resting and listening to the fireplace across the room crackle occasionally.
No one would've guessed Emma Frost could live in such a peaceful atmosphere, if only they knew.
“My dear, wouldn't you much rather go lay down?” She always brought up this topic when you two sat like this. And your reply was always the same “I'd rather be here with you”. All she would do after was smile and lean over to kiss your head, if she was feeling extra nice she would give a few more kisses before turning back to her paper.
It was easy to skip your arm around hers, using it to your advantage by pulling yourself closer to her and leaning more of yourself on her. She wouldn't say but you were about the only person she would allow to be so close to, often enjoying her personal space alone, it was suffocating otherwise- but never with you.
“You're just the biggest cuddle bug I've ever seen” she mutters to herself, pausing from her work to turn to you. “If you insist on staying with me, at least allow myself to make you comfortable” and before you could respond she was picking you up. No matter how big you could ever be, she was somehow always stronger, setting you down on her lap and using her non-dominant arm you were once laying in to hold you close. And then she went back to the work in front of her, not even glancing at your slightly shocked face.
“Be a dear and rest, we'll be here awhile if you insist on staying.” She whispers in your ear, still looking at the paper she was writing on.
ft : ran haitani ⸝⸝ rindou haitani ⸝⸝ mikey sano ⸝⸝ emma sano
content : attempting to rage bait your lover via text ,, texting smau ,, swearing ,, comedy ,, no pronouns used for reader though the nicknames may be annoying ,, established relationship for all ,, may be ooc .
n/ns mentioned : sweetcheeks, babs, baby, doll, love, reader is also called sexy in Rindous.
ARLA YAP : idk if i like this or not Rindou feels extremely out of character but i only realised once i finished it up, HOWEVER pushing this aside i am nearly at 100 followers thank you so much guys🥹
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You sit with your ordered drink, the quiet chatter and serene atmosphere of the café already calming your wound-up nervous system. It had been a long day at you job at the local florist’s and it was only lunch. Order after order of bouquets, sympathy arrangements, and walk-ins had your head spinning, thoughts all over the place even now as you wait for your fiancée.
A blender whirs in the background as the entrance bell chimes, and that familiar gait click click clicks it’s way over to you.
Emma stops beside your booth dipped in white like always, wearing an off the shoulder long sleeve top with long flowy pants. Her lips were smiling, but her gaze was obviously critical of the seating. She leans down despite it, planting a kiss on your temple.
“Hello darling. Have you eaten already? I hope not, I’m on time today.”
You shake your head, pressing down your smirk as you watch her blue eyes go from you to the seating once again.
“No, just got a drink.’ You pause, tilting your head. ‘Do you wanna sit somewhere else?”
Her brow twitches. “No…”
You finally laugh, pulling out a small pack of wet wipes from your purse, and wipe the spot beside you. Her lips purse as she gives you a flat look.
“You just love to see me squirm.”
You dry the space and pat beside you.
“Just a little.”
She settles next to you, looking over your weary features.
“Tell me about your day.” Her manicured hand settles on your thigh, rubbing up and down in a soothing pattern.
You sigh, taking another sip of your drink.
“The owner of the store is there today. She’s been on my ass about production speed which would totally be fine if she didn’t cut my hours… which is essentially my practice time. I don’t understand that lady.” You mumble, rolling your eyes.
Emma hums a sound of acknowledgment. Pulling her phone from her pocket, and typing something. “You know how I feel about your hours darling. Having two jobs won’t ever be kind to you, with or without hours.”
“Yeah, well I’ve got goals to reach and money to make, babe.” You say flatly.
The two of you have had this conversation more than once, enough to consider it an argument.
She utterly doesn’t understand why you’d have a job let alone two when you’re engaged to her. You don’t understand why you’d stop working when still you’re able to, and flat out don’t want to solely rely on one person, rich wife of not.
She feels like it’s a slight on her and her ability to provide. You feel like it’s disrespectful towards you and all you’ve carried yourself through.
The two of you fall quiet for a moment before she sets her phone down with a slight clatter. “Our lunch will be here any moment.”
You blink.
“We’re not eating here?”
“…well we can if you’d like, I just ordered your favorite from that greasy chicken place.”
“No, no we can’t eat that. Let’s wait for it and move to the park or something to eat.”
She nods, still seeming to have something on her mind, but leaves it be. The food arrives, and you decide to take her car and sit at the top of an empty car parking lot, eating on pink food trays you’d bought recently. You look to her, her pretty face content as she chews.
“Tell me about your day baby.”
She washes down her bite of food.
“Two board meetings this morning, both for the next quarter. There are quite a few ideas they wanted me to vet, but I sent them all back to the drawing board. People keep presenting me with things we already do. Why would I green light that? They’re testing my patience my love.”
If you do, can I request the tpn trio (separately) reacting to reader asking "hey, what would you do if I got adopted?"
Reader doesn't know the reality behind the orphanage, and you can decide whether reader asks before or after Norman and Emma find out.
Tysm and take care!!
Hehehehheheheh you heard right :), let’s sayyyyyyy that y/n asks after Norman and Emma found out(bc writing convenience)👍👍
Full score trio with a reader who doesnt know about the secret asks them “tf would u do if I get adopted?”
EMMA:
It was when the both of you were in the midst of making breakfast for everyone in the orphanage.
Emma’s vibe had been a bit off to you since the night of Connie’s adoption, which was normal at first. Connie wouldn’t come back, she’s with her new family. Maybe she’d send letters but who’s to tell?
At least, that’s what you thought.
Emma had practically begged Norman and Ray not to tell you about the secret of the house, she insisted that “you couldn’t handle the truth” and that “Mama could tell easily that all 4 of the full scorers had caught on to the truth.”
They both hesitantly agreed to Emma’s whining.
It was true, what Emma said. You really wouldn’t be able to grasp let alone pretend that everything was fine if they told you that everyone was cattle, and that they’d all turn into another number of meat provided to demons.
Which is Emma had dropped the stack of plates she was carrying when you had just ask a simple question.
“What would you do if I got adopted?”
The plates had all fallen onto the ground right after you asked that question, and to your great surprise.
And despite your body rushing to the broken pieces of glass that had scattered across the ground, Emma herself did not move.
She did not say anything.
She did not cry, or pout, or yell.
She just stood. Right in her spot.
Thinking.
What would she do? It was a good question, even if you hadn’t meant it as a deeper meaning. She’d cry, she knew that. And she tried to get the escape moved up before your shipment. She also knew that.
But she couldn’t just say it, you’d be confused.
“I’d cry. And I wouldn’t move on from your…adoption until I knew that you’d be okay.”
That’s all she said, quietly, and with much thought put into it. She couldn’t be too sad, you’d suspect something.
So with a bright smile she bent down and took your hand that was about to reach a piece of glass and pulled you to a stand position.
“I’ll clean this up! Go tell Mama that there’s a mess and we’ll handle it from there!”
NORMAN:
During a test to see if you were the traitor, like in Emma’s, she insisted for him and Ray not to tell you.
And despite Norman eventually agreeing to her request, he knew it wasn’t the right thing to do.
You should know, you deserve to know the truth. Of where Connie was now, of where all your prior siblings are now.
And yet he rejected what his heart desired to tell you.
The only reason the test for your innocence in the matter is taking place is due to Ray persistence of how “we’d be sure y/n is safe to not tell”, but reality was the obvious once he himself was proven guilty later on.
Once the trap was laid for you(help I cannot physically understand wth norman’s trap was, and also wth to say about YOUR trap), Norman had decided that he’d be there with you.
He didn’t know why though, it was just an instinct.
However, while you were walking right into his trick, you said something.
“Norman?”
“Hm?”
“What would you do if I got adopted?”
Oh.
Oh he didn’t think about that question at all.
As soon as you finished the word adopted he whipped his head in your direction.
Tbh kinda made him slightly suspicious of you being the traitor-
He’d ask you question after question after question,
“Why would you ask that?”
“Why’d you think that would happen?”
“Do you want to be adopted?”
Poor boy’s just concern :(
He loves u too much to even register the thought of your shipment :)
But after you hastily answer his questions he’d relax a bit.
“You won’t get adopted, I know you won’t.”
RAY:
When you both were studying in the library.
He knew the truth the whole time, so seeing you behave so normally after Emma and Norman found out left a pang of guilt in his heart, but at the same time, relief.
Since you didn’t know, you don’t have to feel pain, you don’t have to pretend, and you don’t have to cry.
Do you deserve to know?
He didn’t think so.
You don’t deserve to know the sorrow that had sprouted all throughout this so called home.
Perhaps he was too deep in thought that he couldn’t feel you shaking his arm and calling his name, but once he did look at you it almost just looked like a glance of pity.
“Ray!”
“What?”
“Answer my question!”
“What was it? I wasn’t listening.”
“I can tell. It was, what’d you do if I got adopted?”
I kind of love the idea of plza characters with a single parent Mc. Made to be more platonic with Team Mz.
Like Urbain/Taunie stops you partly for the promo video they wanted to film but also because you dropped something without noticing and he couldn’t not help you out.
Naveen and Lida who turn into big siblings. Lida is great at wearing them out so they sleep soundly. Naveen ends up adoring having a little model that just loved wearing whatever he makes them. He might even learn a few plushie patterns for them.
Az and Floette love them dearly, they bring a rare energy to the hotel and he’s happy to babysit for a short bit if you need to run errands, deal with a rouge mega or go do a promotion match.
Grisham and Griselle start recognizing you from both your regular visits but also your little ones enthusiastic good mornings and excitement for their own treat whenever you bring them with you. Neither would admit it at the start but seeing you with them warms them both greatly and maybe makes them both think about trying to get on your kid’s good side once interest starts growing.
Vinnie who’s rather fond of your child from the start. And eventually ends up telling you about his own daughter, recommending child care and schools depending on the child’s age. Eventually a few play dates, maybe a few actual dates between you two after some time.
Emma adores your little one and so does Mimi and vise versa! How could they not, you little one thinks Emma is just the coolest being a detective and all! And Mimi is just adorable. Maybe a bit too cute, you keep getting pleaded with for their own espurr after each visit. Emma might be feeding into it. If they can’t get enough of Mimi and want to visit her and her buddy more it means she gets to see you more often. A win-win situation!
I might write the others eventually if people want me to. Like Ivor, Gwynn and Lebanne. But for now this will do. I won’t be tagging the team Mz members as Xreader.
Summary/Warnings: Reader possesses superhuman physical and mental abilities (strength, speed, agility, enhanced senses, genius intellect) as a result of a successful Lambda experiment. The trio believed she was dead for years. Emotional reunion, years of grief, revelation of experimentation, childhood memories. Yandere versions include possessive obsession, dark protectiveness, subtle manipulation, and intense emotional fixation. Reader does not initially recognize the trio during the rescue.
They called you a miracle. The scientists at Lambda, in their cold, clinical language, designated you as the only fully successful product of their enhancement program. Strength, speed, agility, intelligence, sensory perception — every metric exceeded their projections. They did not know what to do with you. So they sent you to Grace Field Plant 3, a high-quality farm where your intellect could be further cultivated before harvest.
You were four years old when you arrived. Mama Isabella was told you were a transfer from another plant. She was not told the truth. She simply noticed, over the years, that you were extraordinary. You never lost a game of tag. You found every hiding spot within seconds. You beat her at chess when you were seven years old, and the look she gave you that day was the first crack in your childhood innocence. You did not understand why her eyes went cold.
Emma, Ray, and Norman fell in love with you the way children fall in love with sunshine — naturally, completely, without question. You were their champion, their unbeatable rival, their best friend. They marveled at you. They adored you. And then, one day, you were gone. Shipped. Mama told them you had been taken to your new home. They knew the truth by then. They believed your brain had been devoured by demons, your brilliant mind consumed, your laughter silenced forever.
They grieved you for years.
They never knew you were simply transferred. To another Lambda. For further study. The scientists there were not as gentle as Grace Field. They pushed you to your limits and beyond, testing every enhancement, documenting every result. You endured. You survived. You escaped. And years later, when a group of human rebels found themselves surrounded and outnumbered by demons in a ruined city, you intervened. Not because you knew them. Because it was the right thing to do.
You took down twelve demons in under thirty seconds. You moved faster than their eyes could track, struck with enough force to crack demon bone, and landed silently in the center of the carnage without a single scratch. You did not look at their faces. You simply nodded, turned to leave, and heard a voice call a name you had not heard in years.
Your name. Your real name.
You turned. You looked. And you remembered.
EMMA — NORMAL VERSION
Emma's legs give out.
She does not even realize she has fallen until her knees hit the rubble-strewn ground, her hands trembling as they press against her mouth. The demon bodies are still dissolving around you, wisps of dark matter curling into the air, and Emma cannot breathe. She cannot think. She can only stare at you—at your face, your eyes, the way you tilt your head slightly, the way your lips part in dawning recognition.
"You're alive," she chokes. "You're alive. You're—how—we thought—you were shipped, they told us you were shipped, I saw your name on the list, I—"
She cannot finish. She is crying too hard, great heaving sobs that shake her entire body. Ray and Norman are frozen beside her, but Emma is already pushing herself upright, already stumbling toward you with the same reckless desperation she has brought to every impossible fight.
You catch her before she trips on the debris. Your hands are gentle, impossibly gentle for hands that just tore through demons like paper. Emma clutches at your arms, your shoulders, your face, her green eyes wide and wet and terrified, as if you might dissolve like the demon corpses.
"I looked for you," she whispers. "Every shelter, every base, every record we found—I always checked for your name. I never found it. I thought—we all thought—"
"I know," you say quietly. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were looking."
Emma laughs, a strangled, tear-soaked sound. "Of course we were looking. You're family. You're—you're—" She cannot finish. She pulls you into a hug so fierce that a normal person's ribs would have cracked.
Later, after the shock has settled and you have all found somewhere safe to talk, Emma sits as close to you as physically possible. Her knee presses against yours. Her hand keeps finding your sleeve, your wrist, your fingers, as if she needs constant proof that you are solid.
She listens with wide, horrified eyes as you explain the truth. Lambda. Not a farm, but an experimental facility. They made you what you are. Enhanced you. And when Grace Field was done cultivating your mind, they brought you back for more tests.
"They hurt you," Emma says. It is not a question. Her voice is low and trembling with barely contained fury. "They experimented on you. On a child. For years."
"Yes," you say. There is no point in lying.
Emma's jaw tightens. She looks down at her hands, clenched in her lap, and you see the war playing out behind her eyes—the part of her that wants to weep against the part of her that wants to find every scientist who ever touched you and make them pay.
But when she looks up again, her expression softens. She takes your hand in both of hers and holds it tightly.
"Thank you for saving us," she says. "And thank you for surviving. I know—I know it must have been horrible. I can't even imagine. But you're here now. You're alive. And I'm never, ever letting you go again."
Her smile is watery but real. The same smile you remember from childhood. The same smile that made you believe anything was possible.
EMMA — YANDERE VERSION
Warnings: Possessive obsession, emotional intensity, dark protectiveness, subtle threat toward anyone who hurt Reader, Emma's desperation manifesting as control.
Emma does not cry. Not at first.
She stares at you with an expression you have never seen on her before—something wide and hollow and hungry. The demons are dead. You are standing in the middle of the carnage, barely winded, and Emma looks at you like you are a ghost she has been chasing for her entire life.
Then she moves.
She crosses the distance between you in a blur of motion almost as fast as your own. Her hands grip your face, fingers pressing into your cheeks hard enough to hurt a normal person. She tilts your head this way and that, examining you with an intensity that borders on frantic.
"It's really you," she breathes. "Your eyes. Your face. You haven't changed at all. How—how is that possible? You look exactly the same. You look —"
Her voice cracks. The tears come then, but she does not sob. She does not collapse. She simply stands there, gripping your face, tears streaming silently down her cheeks, and smiles. It is not her usual bright smile. It is something sharper. Something that has been waiting for a very long time.
"You're alive," she says. "You were alive this whole time. They took you and I thought you were dead and you were alive and I didn't know. I didn't know. I didn't come for you."
"Emma—"
"No." Her grip tightens. "No, listen to me. I thought I lost you. I thought you were gone forever. I mourned you. Every single day, for years, I carried that grief. And now you're here, and you're telling me they had you in some—some laboratory—" Her voice shakes with rage. "They hurt you. They experimented on you. They made you into this, and then they kept hurting you, and I wasn't there."
You try to speak, but Emma is not finished.
"I'm never letting you out of my sight again," she says, her voice dropping to something almost feral. "Never. You're coming with us. With me. Wherever we go, whatever we do, you stay right next to me. I don't care if you're invincible now. I don't care if you can tear demons apart with your bare hands. You're mine to protect. You always have been."
She pulls you into a hug then, her arms wrapped so tightly around you that you feel the tremors running through her body.
"I love you," she whispers against your shoulder. "I've always loved you. And I'm never losing you again. Never. Anyone who tries to take you away from me—demon, human, I don't care—I'll destroy them. I'll destroy everything."
She pulls back just enough to look at you, her green eyes dark with something that makes even your enhanced instincts prickle.
"You believe me, right?"
You do.
RAY — NORMAL VERSION
Ray does not speak your name. He just says, very quietly, "It's you."
You turn. The three strangers you just saved are staring at you with expressions ranging from shock to disbelief to something that looks almost like grief. The dark-haired one —Ray— is looking at you with an expression you cannot immediately read. His face is pale, his dark eyes wide, and his hands are shaking at his sides.
"I know you," you say slowly. The recognition is flickering at the edges of your memory, stirred by the sound of your name on his lips. "I… remember you."
Ray makes a sound—not quite a laugh, not quite a sob. "You remember me. That's— that's good. That's more than I expected." He runs a hand through his hair, a gesture so familiar it makes your chest ache. "We thought you were dead. All these years. We thought—I thought—"
He stops. Swallows. Collects himself with visible effort.
"We need to talk," he says. "Not here. Somewhere safe. There's a lot you don't know, and apparently a lot we don't know either."
Later, in a secure room with the door locked and the windows shuttered, Ray listens to your story in silence. He does not interrupt. He does not cry. He just watches you with those dark, analytical eyes, his hands clasped tightly in his lap.
When you finish, he exhales slowly.
"So that's why you were always so strong," he says. "The speed, the agility, the way you could hear someone coming from three rooms away. It wasn't natural talent. They made you that way."
"Yes."
"And they sent you to Grace Field to develop your mind. To make you smarter. To make you a better product." His voice is steady, but there is a bitter edge to it. "And then they brought you back to Lambda to study what they'd created."
"Yes."
Ray is quiet for a long moment. Then he looks at you, and his expression shifts—something raw and vulnerable breaking through the calm facade.
"I looked for you," he says. "After we escaped. I went through every record I could find. Every shipping manifest, every transfer log. I never found your name. I thought maybe—maybe they'd destroyed the evidence. Maybe you were just gone."
"I was in a different Lambda," you say. "Not the one Norman was in. A smaller one. Off the records."
Ray nods slowly. "Of course. They wouldn't want anyone finding their perfect experiment." He pauses. "You beat Mama at chess when you were seven. Do you remember that?"
You blink. The memory surfaces— a chessboard, Isabella's cold eyes, the stunned silence of the other children. "Yes. I remember."
"She hated you for that," Ray says, and there is something almost like satisfaction in his voice. "She was afraid of you. That's why she shipped you so early. She knew you were dangerous."
He reaches out, hesitates, then takes your hand. His grip is firm and warm.
"I'm glad you're dangerous," he says quietly. "I'm glad you survived. And I'm glad you're here. We have a lot to catch up on."
His thumb brushes across your knuckles, a gesture so gentle it makes your heart ache.
"Welcome back."
RAY — YANDERE VERSION
Warnings: Possessive obsession, dark protectiveness, calculated manipulation, emotional intensity hidden beneath calm exterior, Ray's grief transforming into something dangerous.
Ray does not react the way you expect. He does not cry. He does not run to embrace you. He does not even look particularly surprised.
He just looks at you with those dark, fathomless eyes, and says your name like it is a prayer he has been repeating every night for years.
"There you are," he says. "I've been waiting."
Emma and Norman are still frozen, still processing, but Ray is already moving. He walks toward you with the same deliberate, measured stride he used to use when approaching a problem he had finally solved. He stops inches away from you, close enough that you could count his eyelashes, and tilts his head.
"You're faster than you used to be," he observes. "Stronger, too. Those demons didn't stand a chance. That's not normal. That's not even close to normal."
"I can explain," you start.
"You don't have to," Ray interrupts. "I already figured it out. Lambda. Experimentation. Enhancement. They sent you to Grace Field as a test run, didn't they? To see how you'd develop in a controlled environment. And then they brought you back."
You stare at him. "How did you—"
"I've had years to think about you," Ray says flatly. "Years to analyze every memory, every detail, every inconsistency. You were always too fast, too strong, too smart. I told myself it was just you. That you were special. But after I learned about Lambda, I started putting the pieces together."
His hand lifts to touch your face, his fingers cool against your cheek. His expression is still eerily calm, but his eyes—his eyes are burning.
"Do you know what I did when you were shipped?" he asks quietly. "I was already planning the escape. I was already making notes, memorizing layouts, calculating routes. And when you disappeared, I almost burned it all. I almost set the house on fire and walked into the flames myself. Because what was the point? What was the point of escaping if you weren't there?"
"Ray—"
"I didn't do it," he continues, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone. "Norman talked me down. Emma needed me. The kids needed me. But I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped searching. Every record I found, every database I cracked, every demon I interrogated—I was looking for you. And I never found anything. Not a single trace."
He leans closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. His voice drops to a whisper.
"And now you're here. Alive. Saving us. Like you were always meant to. And I'm never letting you go again."
He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. His expression is still calm, but there is something terrifying in its intensity.
"You're mine," he says simply. "You always have been. You always will be. I don't care if you can tear demons apart with your bare hands. I don't care if you're the most dangerous human on the planet. You're still the person I've loved since I was old enough to know what love is. And I am never losing you again."
His hand slips down to take yours, his fingers interlacing with yours in a grip that is gentle but unbreakable.
"Come on," he says, and his voice is almost normal again. "Let's go home."
NORMAN — NORMAL VERSION
Norman recognizes you instantly.
Even before you turn around, even before he calls your name, he knows. There is something about the way you move—that impossible speed, that fluid grace, that economy of motion that wastes nothing. He has watched you move like that a thousand times before, in a different life, in a different world. He would recognize it anywhere.
When you turn and your eyes meet his, Norman feels something inside him crack open.
"Hello, Norman," you say, and your voice is exactly the same. Exactly.
He does not collapse. He does not cry out. He simply takes a step toward you, then another, his blue eyes fixed on your face with an intensity that borders on reverent.
"I thought you were dead," he says. His voice is steady, but there is a tremor beneath it. "I thought—we all thought—Mama told us you were shipped. I saw your name on the list. I checked it myself. I—"
"I know," you interrupt gently. "It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known."
Norman shakes his head slowly. "I should have figured it out. I should have realized something was different about you. The way you always won. The way you could hear things no one else could hear. The way you beat Mama at chess when you were barely old enough to read. I should have known you weren't just gifted."
"I didn't know myself," you say. "Not back then. I didn't find out until later."
"Find out what?"
You explain. Lambda. The experiments. The enhancements. You were never a normal child. You were a weapon, cultivated in secret, sent to Grace Field to ripen before being returned for further study. Norman listens without interrupting, his expression growing grimmer with every word.
When you finish, he closes his eyes for a moment. When he opens them, they are wet.
"You were alone," he says quietly. "All those years. You were alone, and they hurt you, and I didn't come for you. I was at Lambda myself, in a different facility, and I didn't even know you were there. I didn't even look."
"You couldn't have known."
"I should have," Norman insists. His voice cracks. "I should have torn every Lambda facility apart until I found you. I should have—"
You step forward and pull him into a hug. Norman goes rigid for a moment, then his arms wrap around you and he holds on like you are the only solid thing in a crumbling world.
"I'm sorry," he whispers into your shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," you say. "I'm here now. We're all here."
Norman pulls back, wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, and manages a small, shaky smile.
"You saved us," he says. "You're still saving us. Even after everything they did to you, you're still—" He laughs, a soft, incredulous sound. "You're still the most incredible person I've ever known."
He takes your hand, his grip warm and steady.
"Let's go home," he says. "We have so much to tell you. And I want to hear everything. Every detail. Everything I missed. If you're willing to share it."
You squeeze his hand. "I am."
Norman's smile strengthens, and for a moment, he looks like the boy you remember—bright-eyed, brilliant, full of hope.
"Then let's not waste any more time."
NORMAN — YANDERE VERSION
Warnings: Possessive obsession, dark and calculated protectiveness, subtle manipulation, Norman's cold strategic mind applied to love, implied threats toward anyone who hurt Reader, intense emotional fixation.
Norman does not say your name. He just smiles.
It is not the warm smile you remember from childhood. It is something colder. Something sharper. The smile of a man who has spent years plotting the destruction of his enemies and has just been handed an unexpected gift.
"There you are," he says, his voice soft and almost fond. "I was wondering when you'd show up."
You stare at him. "Norman?"
"Yes." He steps toward you, his movements unhurried, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. "It's been a long time. You look well. Better than well, actually—those demons didn't even touch you. That's not normal human capability. That's enhancement. Lambda enhancement, if I'm not mistaken."
Your eyes narrow. "How do you know about—"
"I was at Lambda," Norman says pleasantly. "Not the same one as you, obviously. I would have found you if we'd been in the same facility. But I know how their experiments work. I know what they were trying to achieve. And looking at you now, I'd say they succeeded."
He stops a few feet away from you, his blue eyes roving over your face with an expression of intense, analytical focus.
"All those years," he murmurs, almost to himself. "All those years I thought you were dead. I mourned you. I planned revenge in your name. I burned Lambda 7214 to the ground, and I told myself it was for you. And now here you are. Alive. Whole. Perfect."
The word perfect lands with a weight that makes your skin prickle.
"Norman—" Emma starts, but Norman raises a hand.
"Give us a moment, Emma. Please."
His tone is polite. It is also absolute. Emma hesitates, glances at Ray, and steps back.
Norman turns his attention back to you, and his smile softens into something almost tender.
"Do you remember the last conversation we had?" he asks. "Before you were shipped. You were sitting in the library, reading a book about chess strategies. I sat down next to you and you beat me in three games in a row. And I told you—" He pauses, his voice dropping. "I told you that I loved you. That I would always love you. Do you remember?"
You swallow. "I remember."
"Good." Norman's smile widens. "I meant it then. I mean it now. I have loved you since I was old enough to understand the concept. And for years, I thought that love had nowhere to go. That you were gone. That the only thing I could do for you was avenge you."
He steps closer, closing the remaining distance between you. His hand lifts to cup your cheek, his touch gentle but impossibly deliberate.
"But you're not gone," he says. "You're here. And you're more incredible than I ever imagined. Enhanced. Powerful. A weapon in human form. Do you know how useful that is? How perfectly you fit into everything I've been planning?"
You stiffen. "Norman, I'm not a weapon."
"No," he agrees, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. "You're not. You're the person I love. The person I've always loved. But you're also the key to everything. With your abilities, we can end this war. We can destroy every farm, every demon, every threat to our family. We can do it together."
He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers.
"But even if you say no, even if you don't want any part of this, I'm not letting you go. I can't. I've spent too many years missing you. Too many years planning a world where you didn't exist. Now that you're here, I'm never letting you out of my sight again. Never."
He pulls back, his smile still in place, his blue eyes dark with something that makes even your enhanced survival instincts sit up and take notice.
"Do you understand?"
You meet his gaze. "Yes."
"Good." Norman takes your hand, his grip deceptively gentle. "Then let's go. We have so much to discuss. And I want to know everything—every experiment, every test, every scientist who ever laid a hand on you."
His smile does not waver, but his voice drops to something cold and lethal.
"I want their names. All of them. So I can make sure they never touch anyone else ever again."
He squeezes your hand.
"Welcome home, my love. I've been waiting for you."
Feat. Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Hinata Tachibana, Emma Sano, Shinichiro Sano, Taiju Shiba, Yuzuha Shiba and Hakkai Shiba
Synopsis. It is the time where you are both adults and have made your lives, you've been together for so many years you already know what each other want without asking, but little did they know, with this gift you were going to give them, will reassure them why you are together in the first place...
Nahoya Kawata
To understand him, you would probably need to be by his side 24/7, and since you understood that his insults were like his "way of socializing", you were with him in the first place. Pranks, bike rides, him talking about his dreams of becoming a popular host, were the definition of your relationship.
Now in the adult life, you visit him frequently, sometimes he gets distracted by flirting and chatting with you until his twin brother had to rush him to make an order, so you cut to the chase and gifted him a small toy replica of his motorcycle of his Tokyo Manji Days and left "Enjoy it jackass!!" You said while leaving.
When done with his labor, Nahoya looked at the gift and snickered "Damn." That was all he could say.
Sōya Kawata
You never expected a guy in a gang who didn't like violence, crybaby and in general, being kind. It didn't make sense to you. But once he explained it was because to be near his brother, you got it. Still, since he was able to stand his ground, you respected him more. You refused to believe for a time he used to be the feared Twin Devil with his brother due to his demeanor.
When you visited him at the ramen workshop, you first observed him from afar and wondered if he would like the gift, you have already done so much for him and viceversa, everything was clear, you decided to make the situation quick to not interrupt him further.
"Ne, Sōya, here." You shyly gave him the gift: a small replica of the motorcycle he used in the past. His eyes lighten up and blushed a little "Thank you..!", then you left, before he had to go and tell his brother to rush and make an order.
Hinata Tachibana
She was simple, supportive and brave, what else could you ask for? The least you could do is match up to her level, or at least try in your way. So, for your marriage anniversary, you decided to do something handmade: a knit doll replica of herself. You weren't expert at it but it was made with love.
When she received it she got so happy she hugged you tight...seeing her happy was enough 🤍
Emma Sano
"Oh dear Emma~" you said arriving to the kitchen where she was making dinner, you had a gift for her hidden in your pocket. Emma turned around and scolded you "Oi, if it's to tell me you got into trouble again then I'm not listening!", you chuckled, knowing it was not the case. "Not really..." you got closer to her, reaching behind her and hugging her waist and putting your head on her neck "whatever you are cooking it looks good." She huffed "Of course it looks good!", then suddenly you show the small doll replica of herself "Happy anniversary love!" you said trying to be subtle with the surprise
Emma startled and put everything aside to focus on the gift, her eyes lighten up as she looks at the details "Woooaaah~ It looks so cute!" Then she thanked you as she hugged you tight "Thank you so much!!"
Shinichiro Sano
You visited him at his workplace, he had oil everywhere, but you didnt mind as you were here to gift him one thing...
As soon as Shinichiro noticed you he waved, you went to chat with him for a bit, then the moment of truth has arrived "Hey Shin, wanna see something?"
"Sure! What is it?" He said
You gave him a wrapped object to him "Open it!"
He did and he saw something that made his heart overflow with joy: A mini replica of his motorcycle, specifically the one he used in his Black Dragon days
"Sweetie, this is so cute and awesome! Thank you!! ^^" he said smiling
"Happy anniversary!" Was all you could say, smiling back to him
Taiju Shiba
It was a long dinner night you had at his restaurant, you have been conversating about life struggles, what were the taxes, etc
Now, to make everything lighter, you decided to hand him a small box, neatly wrapped with shark bowties. "What's that for?" He said raising an eyebrow
"Well, it's part of our anniversary night, so just open it" you said tilting your head and hoping he would enjoy the gift.
Taiju, a little hesitant, opened the gift, his eyes could not believe what they were seeing: a small replica of his motorbike from his early days as a gang leader. He took his time to inspect the gift, questioning where did you get it or how did you get it. Nontheless, he was happy on the inside. "Thank you, it's very nice." He mumbled
Yuzuha Shiba
"Aaaaugh! What's taking so long?" You were whining that Yuzuha was managing some appointments for a model Hakkai to assist to.
"Be patient! The makeup artist isn't done!" She said
This was the usual, you had to wait more than 30 minutes sometimes for her to be done with her shift. Once it was over you decided to walk to her, you really loved her so much because of how diligent, responsible and strong she was. So to conmemorate the years you have been together, you gifted her a "Yuzuha themed" teddybear (hope you can understand what I'm saying here). She was surprised but so happy about it. "Hope you like it..." was all you could say and of course she thanked you "You make life worth it..."
Hakkai Shiba
You were watching from the seat, Hakkai was modeling the next winter line from a prestigious fashion designer. You always supported him in everything he did. So to make his day better, you thought of a gift. Days, maybe weeks of planning came to a conclusion: a 'Hakkai themed' teddybear with the Tokyo Manji uniform
The day came and you felt ready "Hey! How was your day?"
"It's been fine, got another session in 2 hours, you called me here so...what is it?" Hakkai answered
"Well, it's been years since we've been together and I wanted to show appreciation for our bond so..." you shyly got the gift out and gave it to him "happy anniversary, love!!"
His whole face lighten up, his day have never felt any better "Wooah!! So cool! Thank you! :D"
Oh! By the way, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year in advance!! 🪄⛄🎄
but basically, it's if reader got shipped instead of Norman and decides they wanted to escape when they were walking to the gate, and they hypothetically had a walkie-talkie, so there now calling the group being like
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Reader:heyyy guys guess what 😃
Emma: YOUR ALIVE!?!
Ray: WHAT ARE YOU DOING IDIOT
Norman: ARE YOU OK
Gilda: Are you dying 😰
Reader: ya ya just running from mother around the yard for dear life and...oh shoot 🥲
Don: WHAT WAS WHAT IS IT
Reader: she's got my knife
Norman: i feel like you have bigger fish to fry😅
Reader: I know, but like still, let grive 😢
Ray: WELL, IF YOU DONT KEEP RUNNING, WE'LL END UP GRIEVING YOU
Emma: Isn't she like tracking you😧
Reader: I cut my ear off
Guilda: SO YOUR BLEEDING 😰
Reader: tis but a ✨️flesh wound ✨️
Don: I feel like thats very BAD
Norman: it is very bad
Reader: Just a little no ear, I'll live 😊
Ray: You're running for dear life. i don't know if you will
Gilda: she might make it 🥲
Reader: ya emo, I've been pulling some good ankle breakers
Ray: IM NOT EMO 👿
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I might do more later. i felt silly, and I wanted to make this similar to when I play horror games with my friends, and we're all just freaking out how reader has a knife ehhh stole it i guess or if there a transfer they snuck it from there old place 😁
