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Platonic!Yandere Leon S. Keneedy x reader pt.1

Warning: violence, mentions of violence and more, if it bothers you, it means that this post is not for you!

I woke up to the smell of mold and a cold floor. Half-conscious, I looked around the room where I was now. It was not like my room. It was dingy, cold and with fungus on the walls. The walls were probably once painted white, now gray, and here and there black. Fat spiders hung from the ceiling, which apparently did not lack food. At the other end of the room was an old wardrobe that had fallen off its door hinges. Opposite the wardrobe was a bed on which was a dirty quilt with various stains of unknown origin.

I groaned as I tried to get up. My body was stiff from sleeping on the floor and cold. After a few minutes, when I finally managed to wake up. I realized that I didn't know where I was or what I was doing here. Yesterday was like a fog for me. I felt my trachea tighten with fear. I started looking around the room.

Only now did I notice a bedside table next to the bed. I quickly walked over to him and looked into the little draver. Inside was a key and some ammunition. I took the key and put the ammunition in my pocket in my shorts. I opened the closet. It was almost empty. There were only a few dresses and a coat hanging on it, which I began to search my pockets. From one of the pockets I managed to dig out a lighter and a couple of cigarettes. I put everything in my other pocket and headed for the door. I twisted the handle, and they ducked with a slight creak. I looked around the empty hallway. The road was clear. I didn't hear anyone bustling, so I quietly left the room. Without wasting a moment, I left the almost collapsing building and looked around. I was in the village. People were circling nearby, carrying out their activities of everyday life. I decided to approach one of them and ask where I was and possibly for directions home. Slightly embarrassed by people, I approached an elderly woman sweeping the terrace in front of the cottage.

- G-good morning, ma'am. Can you tell me what kind of village it is?

The woman looked at me and started shouting something in Spanish.

-¿Puedes decirme qué pasa con un pueblo? (Can you tell me what is with a village?)

I was now a little confused when the woman decided to jump at me like an enraged cougar. I squealed and dodged and rushed to escape. I heard him running after me and screaming.

I ran like that, I didn't lose it, and I barricaded myself in one of the huts. I had her drumming with all her might on the door. I had the impression that they were about to fly out of the hinges. The old woman was strong for her age, although the hut itself was also old.

It was a wooden building, with rotten and rotten boards here and there. The hut looked deserted, so I allowed myself a moment to breathe. The door in which the woman bangs is, despite old age, so strong that she will not be able to break them down on her own.

After some time the noise stopped, but I decided to wait here for a while in case She was still waiting for me on the other side, so I started looking around the room I was in. The roof looked like it was going to collapse, and the floor crackled with every step. My eyes ran over the rotten furniture, some of which were only wreckage.

Started To listen to see if anyone was coming, and then I slipped out of it. The elderly woman disappeared, but in case of emergency, I hid behind the nearest bush and moved from hiding place to hiding place when suddenly I heard a man scream.

After considering it, I decided to check What was happening and from hiding I watched where the villagers were going. After a few minutes I managed to reach the place.

When I arrived, I was horrified to see a man tied to a strange construction, somewhat reminiscent of a cross, although it was slightly different. Under the wooden structure was a pile, which was approached by a man with a torch. There were a lot of onlookers around who watched as the man set fire to the stake, and with him the man.

There was the scream of a young man and the stench of burning flesh that made me sick, and the very sight of the scene made me shiver. I closed my eyes and sat down with my knees wrapped around my knees. I hoped to wake up, even though it was too realistic. When the man's scream stopped, in the distance I heard shots and screams of angry people.

I looked at what was happening. All the inhabitants began to chase another man as if nothing had happened. Dust began to float in the air. The blond man shot everyone who tried to approach, and attacked those who came too close with a knife. It was very bloody. He shot off some of his hands and slit the throats of others. Blood poured everywhere, staining with its scarlet color.

I heard a machine growling, and when I looked in the direction of the noise, it turned out to be a muscular man with a bag on his head, who was now attacking the other man with a saw. Blondas ran away from him, turning and shooting at him every now and then, but it seemed as if he felt nothing and was immortal. The guy with the chainsaw was about to catch up with him when the bell rang out of the church. Everyone froze abruptly and walked slowly to the wooden building. The man stood in surprise in the middle of the road, watching everyone walk in the same direction as if nothing had happened.

I watched slightly surprised by the actions of the residents. When everyone had entered this poor building, I decided to act. I leaned out slightly to see if anyone was there, but it was empty. There was only this man standing a distance away from me. I thought about it for a while, but then I decided it would be a good idea to go to him and see if he could somehow tell me what this place was and how to get home.

With a beating heart, I began to slowly approach the man, ready to run away at any moment. The blond man turned towards me and watched me intently. When I was about a meter away from him, I stopped and looked at him. For a moment we stood in embarrassing silence.

- Excuse me, sir... Do you speak English? Hablas ingles?

- Yes... What are you doing here, kid?

-I'm trying to find out... I have no idea where I am or how I got here.

- Don't you remember anything?

-No. Only when I lose consciousness and wake up in one of the huts.

- Was anyone with you?

-No.

-I can help you come home, but you have to wait for a while, because it is not possible for now.

I hesitated for a moment. The circumstances were unusual, and the man seemed quite friendly. Normally, I wouldn't talk to a strange man, but that's probably the only way to get out of this sick place. I'm sure that if they come back, I won't survive this meeting this time. I was lucky enough to come across an old lady who was probably slower than the rest. After a moment, I sighed and nodded.

- Ok. That's the best idea so far.

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I'm sorry it took me so long, but I've had a lot on my mind lately. I hope you enjoyed it. There will be another chapter soon, but first I will probably publish headcannons or short stories. I wish you a nice day/night.

Your

Cherry

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𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝙷𝚇𝙷 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

(𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚌)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚊, 𝙶𝚘𝚗, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚉𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚢𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚎, 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚔𝚊, 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘, 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚊, (𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜)

Let me set the stage for you, the sun is comfortably shining through the window of a beautifully decorated bedroom. It would be the perfect place to wake up in, unfortunately for you instead of laying in your bed sleeping in you are up at the ass crack of dawn in heavens arena.

You were with Gon and Killua y’all had met by chance, running into them literally. You had been running, attempting to get away from a maniac. They had protected you, you guys started talking and became quick friends with you deciding to go with them on their journey to Heavens arena.

Here you were in the crowd watching the current fight. You were up next, you pretty confident in your ability’s, you were a tad bit ahead of Killua in Gon in developing your Nen ability. You were still in the testing stage, trying to find out what will work for you.

The audience roars as the fight ends, you say goodbye to your friends and start heading towards the ring. The lady over the intercom announced the next fight it was you versus some guy named Yuto.

You step into the ring, Yuto enters the ring he looks like he would be knocked out by one punch but as we all know looks can be deceiving. You make the first move running towards him he stood still, not a good sign. He jumps up in the air at the last second.

He looks down and is startled to not see you, suddenly he is launched downward. You had jumped when he jumped except you went higher. You had kicked him down literally, he fell to the ground with a thud. He was stunned but got back up, he was stronger than he looked.

You kept hitting him never letting him get a single hit out. He knew he would go down but he wasn’t going down without leaving you with something that would cause great pain in the future.

He activated his nen ability, he focused it on his hand and hit your stomach. It didn’t knock you back it was actually really weak. You simply punched him in the nose hard and he was out. You simply thought that his nen was weak and had no effect on you, oh how wrong you were.

You started to notice things in your life changing, or rather the people in your life started changing. First it was Killua, he became much more protective over you even going as far as to not let fight certain opponents he deemed to powerful.

Gon on the other hand became much more clingy towards you. Always wanting you to be right next to them whenever y’all went anywhere, even going as far as to hold your hand to make sure you stayed with them.

They started to see you more as a sibling than a friend, that much became obvious to you. That wasn’t the bad thing, the bad thing was how they acted. They gained this strange mentality that you were their frail, weak little sibling even though that was far from the truth.

Then Hisoka jumped into the metaphorical ring. The boys warned you about him, but his aura alone was enough for you to stay away. That doesn’t mean y’all didn’t interact, you and him had bumped into each other once or twice. Soon enough Hisoka found himself trying to find out more about you, for some strange reason he found himself drawn to you(not like that).

What is happening to you?! you wondered. What is making the people around you act like this? Is it all in your head? Or is something more happening?

How did y’all like this? I’ve never really done Yandere work before of course this is only the first part. I hope y’all like this I’ll try and pump out part 2 tomorrow. Love u all have a great day remember to drink water╰(*´︶`*)╯

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𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚗: 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚊, 𝙶𝚘𝚗, 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚔𝚊, 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚎 (𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎!)

Despite how everyone around you is acting, your life continues on. To say things have gotten worse is a huge understatement. Lemme give a run down of why, well it all started one week ago.

You had grown to hate the boys possessive behavior, you wanted to leave and go back home. Unfortunately things can never be that easy, you had been working up the courage and trying to find the words to say to let them down easy. Then you finally burst their bubble and told them the truth. You sat them down and told them “Guys I have to say something important” Gons smile slowly faded and a concerned look washed over his face. “I want you to know that…. I’m not happy here. I haven’t been for some time”

gon and Killua shared confused looks “what do you mean you’re not happy? You have everything you need” Killua said now slowly getting angry “Look I’m just tired, tired of well everything. I’m going back home tomorrow I miss my family and my bed. I hope y’all understand” you said trying to let them down gently. “Is it us?” Gon said “ no as I said I’m just tired” you said in an exhausted voice. “You sleep 8 hours every night!” Killua said in a somewhat desperate tone. “Look I’m going back home, I’m sorry but this is my decision” you said now agitated by their responses.

“We can’t let you do that!” Gon said exchanging looks with Killua “The world is dangerous! There are sick people out there that could hurt you!” Killua said angry that you would even say something such blasphemous. “Killua is right you could get hurt out there!! Let us protect you” Gon said in a worried tone, “I’m not made of glass I can protect myself! It’s my choice to leave not yours!” You said angrily “[reader] don’t do this!” Gon said

“IM LEAVING, THIS IS MY CHOICE STOP BEING SO DAMN CONTROLLING” you shouted then you turned to leave. No longer caring about hurting them. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain at the back off your neck then blackness.

You wake up, confused blinking wearingly. You try and get up but your arm won’t move you blink away the your sleepiness, and see your arm tied to the bed post of the bed in the hotel in Heavens arena you were staying at. Those fucking psychos you think. You look around and spot Gon and Killua sleeping on the couches. “What the fuck you guys?!” You scream waking them up.

“[reader] your awake!” Gon said in a somewhat happy tone but there was nothing to be happy about at least not in your eyes that is.

“What is happening?!” You shout as panic begins to replace your anger. “Calm down, look we couldn’t have you leave us, unprotected it’s safer with you here” Killua said attempting to calm you down.

“Calm down?!? I will not calm down what the fuck!?!” You said tugging at the chain hard, causing your wrists to bleed. They rushed over restraining you as you tried biting them.

So that’s how your life is going right now, they feed you everyday despite your many protests to be set free. You were scared, a week or two ago they were your best friends how did it come to this. You started to back track in your life to try and find out what changed. I mean you currently had a lot of free time. So you thought back on everything trying to find out why they are acting like this maybe it was Hisoka you thought, or maybe it was someone I fought, or maybe they’re just fucking lunatics you thought.

You eventually stopped caring all you wanted now was to escape and leave this place and never look back. So you hatched a plan, you were going to leave during the night. Killua was your biggest problem he was a fricken trained assassin how do you beat that? So you continued to develop the perfect plan then something unexpected happened. They had made it to the top floor.

Fuck. All that planning out the window, Gon decided to go and visit his aunt mito. They were taking you with them how you ask? By drugging you of course. Killua came into the room holding a needle and a bottle of mystery liquid. You started panicking, Gon rushed over and started trying to calm you down, but you kept squirming so he physically held you down while Killua put the needle in your arm mystery liquid filled your body.

“It’s alright” Gon said calmingly “you’re just going to go to sleep for a while” Gon said his voice now sounded like an echo, then darkness.

The drugs were strong but your will was stronger, even in your sleep you fought it. You woke up in flashes then immediately going back to sleep the first time it happened you were on someone’s back you ever so slightly turned your head and saw Hisoka standing in the hallway. The second time you woke up you were boarding a ship still on someone’s back.

The third time you were below deck with Gon standing over you feeding you what tasted like soup. The fourth and final time you were be carried bridal style into a house. Which you soon learned was aunt mitos.

You were placed on a bed “f-f….uck” you said waking up slowly with the world’s worst headache. After waking up you felt the weakest you had ever been in your entire life it was horrible. You were in and out of sleep, throwing up, having fever dreams the whole 9 yards.

They hated seeing you like this but they didn’t want you to try and run away. Aunt mito became your savior you tried asking her for help but she just thought you were in pain from this terrible sickness you contracted from the ship ride over, at least that’s what the boys said.

“H-he..lp m…me” you managed to croak out “awh you poor baby” Mito said while placing a cold cloth in your forehead. Even though she was clueless of your situation she was the only sane one in that house. She was oh so kind to you it was heavenly it reminded you of your parents taking care of up when you were younger and sick.

You got better and eventually you left agin with them to York new, something about finding Gons father with a game or whatever you didn’t care you were still planning your escape.

Y’all were finally at York new the boys still so protective and controlling over you, huddling around as to make sure nobody even got close to you.

They needed money and fast so they could buy the game at the auction. That was your way out, the auction, you had a fool proof plan. Step one act like their helpless little sibling gain their trust back, essentially playing into their delusions.

Step two beg to go to the auction say that you want to be there to support them in their journey to find greed island. Step three once you are there book it to the nearest and buff security guard and tell them about the lunatics keeping you captive.

Of course nothing can ever go as planned can it? The phantom troupe just had to come and ruin your plan.

They had heard that the phantom troupe was worth a crap ton of money so they were hunting them down, unfortunately when they got caught you just so happened to have been in the area.

Fuck your life you thought as they stuffed you in the limo. You sat near the ones called Maci and Phinks. Machi was silent just staring you down trying to intimidate you, it didn’t work you were to pissed to be scared, they royally fucked up your perfect plan. Phinks on the other hand kept trying to talk to you you wanted to slap the shit out of him but that would result in your death and you valued your life, sort of.

So you instead kept your mouth shut only responding when you thought he would be angry if you didn’t. You looked up and saw this weird short black haired guy staring at you like Machi. He scared you his aura alone was enough to keep you away.

They lead you into their hideout you were almost positive this would be your final resting place.

You surprisingly spotted someone you knew, Hisoka, fucking, marrow. Why of all people him, Gon almost gave away the fact y’all knew him. Maybe just maybe Hisoka could save you from this hell.

They discussed what to do with y’all, suddenly the blond one named Shalnark spoke up saying he knew you. What the shitnuggets you thought I don’t know this guy. Suddenly a distant memory flooded into your head you had met him.

At the time you didn’t know the tragedy he inflicted on your family. He had killed your aunt, in front of you, kinda lemme take you back.

He had heard about this valuable piece of tech that your aunt had, and of course he needed to have it. You had just so happened to be staying at your aunts at the time he decided to break in. He had broken in, your aunt of course was refusing to show him where it was, he’s a busy man so he placed his pin in her and mind controlled her into showing him were it was.

You had a nightmare and ran out of your room looking for your aunt you ran into him. He looked down surprised to see a tiny lil kid hugging his leg, crying, asking for your auntie. He hadn’t accounted for their being kids in the house, he had no problem killing kids, he hated doing it but if the job required it. This job didn’t, so in a split second decision he kneeled down to your level and patted your head saying your auntie was out and he was a babysitter.

He calmed you down and brought you back to bed, tucked you in and everything. He told you was watching a horror movie so any screams you heard where the movie. You fell asleep,woke up went out and found your aunt decapitated. Not a fun memory.

You spook up saying “Hey you were the babysitter that killed my aunt!” Killua and gon and most of the troupe gave you the “what the fuck” look.

“Ah so you do remember me” Shalnark said smiling “unfortunately yes” you said under your breath.

This was going to be a terrible interesting mostly terrible adventure. Buckle up!

That’s all for today I’ll update y’all tomorrow with part 3! :3 love you all remember to drink waterฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ(part one is on my page)

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𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙷𝚡𝙷 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚊, 𝚐𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙, 𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊.

Another day with the phantom troupe and you are already losing it. They are so smothering, physically and socially.

Let’s just say you no longer fear death.

Shalnark is the worst. Always with you doing something, everything Shalnark says was a hint of malice behind it he scares you.

Let me walk you through an average conversation with Shalnark “[readerrrrrrr] what are doing outside, you know your not supposed to be outside without a troupe member” he says as if you were a toddler caught in the cookie jar.

“I think you and me both know why I’m outside” you say, wasnt it obvious you hated it here and wanted to escape?

He walks up to you, you step back out of reflex “Next time you leave without a troupe member I’ll break your leg, as punishment” he says smiling. He pats you on the head before taking your hand and dragging you back inside.

So in short you are basically fucked, after that warning you stopped trying to escape. You now had little regard for your own life, as I said you no longer fear death. After what you have been through I can’t blame you.

Meanwhile with Killua and Gon they are currently scheming trying to find away to get you back. “They must be so scared!! What if they are torturing them or worse?!!” Gon said almost to tears at the thought of you being tortured.

Gon was like a chaotic mother hen, always stressing over you twenty four seven. Killua on the other hand was more calculated, in short he’s the brains of the two.

Kurapika and Leorio were with Gon and Killua the boys insisted on helping Kurapika with his revenge journey, mostly for you but also because Kurapika is a close friend and they want to help him.

Meanwhile with you, you were currently talking with Chrollo. Just about random things y’all liked it was weird to have such a normal conversation with them.

Chrollo had informed you that you were going with them to catch someone that worked with the chain user. Apparently he was working with a team of bodyguards. They were going to some hotel to find them.

So off you went, you were chilling by Machi’s side walking down some random street. Suddenly you felt a very familiar presence, the boys they were here. You had a knack for sensing people’s presence.

As much as you wanted to say something, you knew that this was your chance to escape from both of the groups of psychopaths.

So you devised a plan of escape, it was simple run when the boys attacked.

And soon enough they striked, sure enough you booked it as soon as they jumped out. The phantom troupe were caught off guard but recovered quickly. Unfortunately for them you had already started running and you didn’t plan on stopping.

The phantom troupe was to focused on the boys they didn’t notice you had already run off. After catching the boys Machi looked around “hey where’d the kid go?” Machi said confused despite you being right next to her she was too focused on the boys to notice that you slipped away.

The boys shared a look with each other a look of relief despite them being caught you had escaped that’s all that mattered.

You had run and didn’t stop you were finally free and this new found freedom gave you an adrenaline rush. It was euphoric, you were hopping on top buildings, going left, right, left right. Trying to make it hard for anyone following you to follow.

You were scared to look behind you what if you saw they chasing you. So when you were positive they couldn’t have followed you, you looked, no one was there. A wave of relief waged over you, you stood there in the rain for the first time in months, alone.

It was so nice you started crying, tears of joy it was amazing. Crying in the rain alone not having to worry about psychos smothering you.

After you stopped crying you realized how all that running made you insanely hungry. So you wondered the streets, you were broke so your only hope was to either dumpster dive or steal someone’s wallet. You were so hungry you didn’t care about the law.

With this new found wallet you bought your favorite food in the whole world, sat down and ate alone in peace. It was pure bliss you didn’t even care about the rain.

Eventually you found a nice ally way to sleep in, better than the phantom troupe you thought. As you found a flattened cardboard box to lay on a door creaked open slowly. You shrunk back scared. “Hello?” A child’s voice asked. You looked to see a kid that looked your age, blond hair and a big pink dress.

She scanned to ally and found you “oh are you alright?” She asked in a kind voice. “Yes miss dong worry about me I’ll be leaving now” you said rushing out of the ally but someone had snagged your shirt collar “I don’t want trouble honest” you said pleading.

“I’m not going to hurt you!” She said in an almost annoyed tone. “My names Biscuit Krueger just call me Bisky” she said holding you up by your shirt color like you were a kitten.

She inspected you intensely before staring at you wide eyed. After her shock wore off she put you down and ushered you inside despite your protests.

“Come along” she said leading you into her house “sorry miss bisky but i don’t even know you” you said planting your feet in the ground to stop her from dragging you.

“Your right how rude of me, what your name?” She asked as if she didn’t just shove you into her house. “[r-reader]” you said unsure if you should truthfully answer or not.

After getting more aquatinted she sat you down on her couc, brought you a towel and tea. “There is something very important I need to tell you” she said sounding like she was about to tell you you had cancer or something.

“There is something I sensed in your aura, something bad” she said worryingly “what do you mean?” You asked now worried “well this might be a stretch but I believe you have been hit with something that is affecting not only your aura but your entire being”

You were officially scared, could this explain the way the people around you have been acting?

“I’m entirely sure what is happened to you but I know that something is terrible happening to you” bisky said thinking about what could possibly be plaguing you. “….” You were lost in thought at first you thought she was insane dragging you into her house like this big the more you started thinking the more things made sense.

“Could this thing you are talking about could it, it affect the people around me?” You asked hopeing that you weren’t stuck with some type of virus making people act like this.

“Possibly, I need to do more research before I can answer, anything strange happen to you lately?” She asked.

I could name a mountain of things you thought. But how do you tell someone that not only did your closest friends turn psycho but the fricken phantom troupe kidnapped you and started playing a fucked up version of house.

“Well…. The people around have been acting strange… like possessive strange, always around me trying to keep me safe but it hurts me more than it helps” you told her trying to beat around the bush that you had been kidnapped.

“Well that is certainly strange, I’ll research it more, you should get some sleep” au said getting up “wait!” You said grabbing her hand “lemme help you, I’m not tired” you said trying to plead your case.

“The bags under your eyes say differently” she says pointing at the grey-purple blobs under your eyes.

“You can shower here I have spare clothes I’ll lay out a mat for you”

She leads you to a bathroom, giving you spare clothes to change into. You hopped in the shower, pure ecstasy washed over you. Finally peace, you thought washing yourself.

You had a sound sleep for the first night in months.

You woke up to Bisky shaking you, you opened your eyes looked up at her. She had a grim look on her face, big a good sign.

“What’s wrong??” You said now fully awake and worried.

Bisky sat you down and shared the grim news. “I didn’t want it to be true” she said sadly “but I’m almost positive……[reader] I believe you have been plagued with…. A nen curse”

“What is a nen curse??” You asked with a mix of curiosity and worry

“Some people in the world have the nen ability to give others curses.. of sorts. It’s complicated but a nen curse usually affect the persons nen but in your case it is affecting your entire being”

“…” you didn’t know what to say is this why people are treating you like you are made of glass?

“It most likely happened if you recently got into a fight with someone who can use nen” Bisky continued “I’m so so sorry this is happening yo you” Bisky says sympathetically.

You feel a strange stinging in your eyes, you were about to cry.

Then something went through your head bisky was most likely going to become like the rest of the people you talk too, “I-I need to leave” you say getting up in a hurry.

“Wait [reader]!” Bisky says grabbing your hand. “Look your going to become like everyone else I meet for mine and your own safety stay away!” You said grabbing your hand back before running out the door no longer even caring.

You life was over this stupid curse has ruined your whole life.

“[READER]!!” A male voice calls out, oh no it’s him RUN.

Suddenly you hear biskys voice “[reader]!! There might be a way to remove the curse!] she says desperately

To late.

That’s all for today, sorry to leave you on a kinda cliffhanger. BUT I will update tomorrow so don’t worry. Love you all have an awesome day remember to drink water!!(⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝙷𝚡𝙷 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟻

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚊, 𝙶𝚘𝚗, 𝙱𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚢, 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚎, 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒, 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚊, 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘.

You know just before something bad happens, and that split second before it happens you feel intense regret. Yea that’s happening right now.

You turn towards the male voice and see none other than Phinks, Feitan and Shalnark. You now regret running out of miss Biskys house like that.

Phinks had shouted your name so loud it made you straighten up and forget about your sadness. Regret overtook your body instantly, RUN was all you could think.

So you started running, “wait!” Bialy said running after you “I can help you!” She says still running after you.

“BISKY PLEASE STOP CHASING ME THEY WILL KILL YOU” You said desperately. Bisky looked behind and say the 3 men catching up to y’all at record time.

“I’ll help you I PROMISE” she said diverging left, jumping up onto buildings. They didn’t chase after, because of her form they didn’t think she was a threat.

Suddenly you were tackled to the ground by Feitan. You fell with a thump, “GET OFF OF ME” you said now panicking. Feitan held on to you not letting you run away again.

Suddenly you were pulled away from Feitan, you zoomed up into the air. “AHHHHHHH” you screamed scared.

Why were you suddenly in the air? Well let’s all thank Hisoka.(THATS RIGHT IM WRITING HIM BACK INTO THE STORY)

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?” You said now in Hisokas grip.

He raced off with you bridal style in his arms. Hisoka looked down at you and smiled one of his terrifying smiles.

Hisoka had run with such sped that you had gotten whiplash. You thought about struggling but him dropping you at the speed he was going is basically the equivalent of barrel rolling out of a car.

Y’all had outrun the phantom troupe, Hisoka stopped at the back door of a bar placing you down softly. The security guard tried to stop ya from entering but he got a card to the throat.

Y’all had entered the bar gaining strange looks, y’all sat down and you unloaded everything you had when waiting to ask him. Why had he taken you from his own group, why were yall at a bar, where were the boys.

Hisoka explained everything, he had double crossed them, the boys had escaped and he still didn’t answer your question about the bar.

It was a lot to take in all at once, but suddenly a question popped into your head. “How did the troupe know where I was?” You blurred out suddenly.

Hisoka smiled a sick smile “well that’s quite simple” he answered in his signature smooth voice. “The troupe was always cautious with the things they loved” you shuddered at his words. You wouldn’t call what they put you through to be love.

“They put a tracker in your arm” Hisoka said like that was normal. You stoped breathing for a second, a tracker? You thought, once again you were speechless.

Hisoka grabbed you arm pointing at where it was. “W-what” you said in a painfully sad voice.

“While you were sleeping, that’s how I found you after leaving a happened upon one of the tracking devices they used to follow you” he said holding it up.

In a daze you lifted up your arm and used your nails to try and dig it out of your arm. You scratched through your arm, blood dripping down your arm. You had dug it out of your arm and threw the blinking sphere on the table.

You arm started shaking, your adrenaline wore off and it started to hurt but you didn’t care.

Hisoka smiled once again, you were intriguing. But he didn’t want to fight you, it was strange he saw you as somewhat family. The only reason you weren’t cooped up in some apartment was because Hisoka was to sure he could protect you.

He stood up signally y’all where leaving he took the tracker and as y’all left slipped it into a waiters pocket. People have you strange looks as y’all left, understandable I mean you are still bleeding out.

You grabbed napkins and trued your best to dab the blood. As y’all started walking you started zoning out. You mind began to wonder, you knew about his nen ability bungee gum that’s how he grabbed you, but what if it was still attached to you?

You use gyo on your eyes and sure enough it still was. He knew you were gonna run like you always did. But you knew that you could play to your strengths, feeding into their delusions until he let his guard down then you run.

That was your plan with everything because it worked so well. You needed to find Bisky and get this curse off you.

Hisoka suddenly stopped he looked around before grabbing your hand and walking towards the right. He leaned against some ally wall while holding your hand.

Suddenly someone appeared, he had the palest skin you had ever seen you would think he was sick if he wasn’t to built. He had long black hair and a weird crop top get u, but who were you to judge his fashion.

He looked at you before looking at Hisoka in a questioning way. “This is [reader] their staying with me” Hisoka said as if he hadn’t ran away from the phantom troupe with you.

Y’all started walking with the weird man, he spoke rarely but he said enough if that made sense. You gathered from his limited words that he was an assassin and he needed help with a job.

You felt something strange with him, you started tuning out their talking focused on the assassin. You closed your eyes and focused, you could hear his heartbeat it was playing a melody of death. The more you focused the more you realized how much death surrounds his overall aura.

He scared you, kinda like how Feitan did but differently. He was lean and towered over you it was intimidating.

After walking for awhile Hisoka told you to stay with the man you now know as Illumi. He turns to leave.

“Wait what? Where are you going?!” You shouted as he walked away. “He’s gonna babysit you for a little bit.” Hisoka said with a smile.

When you knew he was out of earshot “fuck you” you said lifting your middle finger towards Hisoka. You stuck your tongue out but quickly put it back in when you remembered Illumi was right there.

Y’all started walking again, it was awkward and illumi was too menacing to talk to.

You thought about everyone you met in the past months, Hisoka, Bisky, and mito were the less obsessed. Despite Hisokas weirdness it felt like a breath of fresh air talking to them you felt almost free.

You suddenly spoke up “Hey man look I know you don’t want to watch me and I don’t want to be watched, how bout you let me go and I just leave? How does that sound?” You said hopefully.

He simply gave you a look, grabbed your arm and pulled you closer as you looked like you were about to book it and he didn’t want to chase after you.

You shaked around in an almost playful manor. He gave you the run down you where joining him on his mission, while Hisoka went to the auction.

Here you were in some underground club, “stay here” Illumi said coldly before leaving to find his target, it was some rich male loser.

You saw his picture he looked like a loser, that’s what you thought at least. Suddenly you spotted the rich loser and by some chance he planted himself right next to you.

“Hey sweet cheeks~” he said in a voice that made you think he was a discord moderator.

He put his hand on your back and started rubbing your back. “Oh fuck me” you said under your breath.

He tried and failed to flirt with you, “I’m actually a minor” you said coldly “age is just a number” he said leaning in.

You decided you were tired of waiting for Illumi and decided to take care of this yourself.

You lead the perv to some back room, saying you were curious about body stuff. You held back the puke as you spoke.

He closed and locked the door, you activated your nen into some random nail you picked up of the ground, held it between you fingered and shot it at him. It hit him right in his forehead, he fell with a thump.

(Let’s say your nen is you can focus your nen into objects and shoot them out like bullets)

You unlocked the door and ran right into Illumi he was standing in the door way. He looked down and say the rich perv dead.

“Whoops…?” You said in an unsure tone.

It was an interesting night you and Illumi talked more. He surprisingly wasn’t mad you snagged his target. Yall talked about his job as an assassin, and you talked about how gay it was that the phantom troupe kidnapped you.

You felt comfortable telling him about you being kidnapped you didn’t know why.

As time passed and you talked, you felt tired and fell asleep completely forgetting about your nen curse the very thing that got you into your situation.

You woke to Illumi staring at you, y’all were in some shitty motel. Y’all left going god knows where, you tried asking but he didn’t answer.

Fuck your thought, what if he becomes insane like the rest?

After several trains yall arrived at the infamous Zoldyck manor. You knew after last night Illumi was a Zoldyck like Killua, you avoided mentioning you knew his brother that but for some reason you think he knows already.

Y’all stopped at the testing gate, he stepped back, “open it” he said blankly.

“What? Are you kidding I can’t open that?!” He didn’t seem to talk no for an answer and he would let you leave so you had no choice but to try.

You weakly pushed at the stone wall and of course it didn’t open. “Use you nen” he says from behind you.

“Ughhh fine” you say pulling the many nails you collected last night out of your pocket.

You channeled every thing you had into the nails you decided to actually try this time. You put everything into it and shot them out they clustered together and with a loud bang they landed in the stone wall.

The dust blew back as the gate slowly but surely began to slowly move.

“HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT ITS MOVING” you shouted turning around to Illumi “LOOK ITS MOVING” you said like an excited toddler discovering ice cream.

The gate stoped but you didn’t you fired more nen charged nail into the gate and with each nail it moved until it was open.

You later on the ground sighing in relief, that took a lot out of you.

Illumi pulled you up and dragged you inside before the gate closed again.

He practically dragged you up the hill to the giant mansion , after catching your breath you questioned him. “Why are we here?” You said tiredly.

He didn’t say anything, you passed a girl that guarded the way. She gave you a confused look you returned the look.

Suddenly a women with the puffiest dress imaginable showed up and started asking an insane amount of questions all at once to illuminate mostly about you.

After she settled down she grabbed you inspecting you closely. She pulled you inside, suddenly you wished you were back with Illumi. You all sat down on the many couches, with some old man named Zeno.

Illumi explained that you opened the testing gate, he talked bout your abilities saying you were capable. It would be nice if his mom wasn’t all over you it was suffocating.

Y he started talking about you staying here for a little bit. Suddenly dread washed over you, here we go again.

Sorry for not posting part 5 in like four days I’ve been busy my bad, love you all bye bye(•̀ᴗ•́)و

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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝙷𝚡𝙷 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟼

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚊, 𝙶𝚘𝚗, 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚔𝚊, 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚎, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚉𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒, 𝙱𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚢(𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎)

(Hey guys sorry I haven’t been active it has been a ROUGH few days, to cut a long story short I’m back in therapy. You know what that means that means MORE UPDATES 💪 I’m doing better so I’m gonna try and update more love y’all so much ❤︎)

Life with the Zoldyck family surprisingly wasn’t as bad as staying with the phantom troupe. The Zoldycks weren’t openly threatening you but they gave you a look that said ‘try me and I’ll kill you’ type look.

It was low key creepy staying with them because of how quiet most of them were.

Kalluto was quiet and reserved but he always lingered around you, following you around. He is good at sneaking around but you being on edge all the time allows you to feel his presence.

Kikyo was how do I put this, smothering. She was always asking you questions and having you try on outfits and dresses. (even if you are a boy she’s making you try on dresses) She treated you like a doll it was VERY annoying.

Milluki never left his room and therefore never bothered you, but you did see him occasionally he always gave you a look.

Illumi was well strangely suffocating, not in a physical way he never touched you but his overall presence just feels a bit suffocating.

Zeno was chill, you thought he was cool. He would share stories with you about his past mission and such he was actually really nice to you. He even at first helped you train your nen.

Silva was a character, he had a glare like a mountain lion but treated you with kindness. He was nice to you but was always standing over you, watching you as if you were about to make a move.

You knew your curse was slowly infecting the family. You even for a split second considered staying cause of the luxury of their mansion but you knew it would only lead to more pain for you in the future.

So for the millionth time you created a plan, you knew that they would be almost impossible to escape, from their butlers to the cameras to the big fuckin wall of theirs escaping is virtually impossible.

So you decided to smooth talk your way out of here.

You were currently eating dinner with kikyo, Zeno, Kalluto and Illumi. Kikyo was ranting about various things. You had been poking at your food while lost in thought.

“Dear? hello? [reader]?” Kikyo said trying to get your attention. You snapped out of it and were greeted with them all staring directly at you.

“Huh what?..” you said confused. “Are you feeling alright dear?” Kikyo said putting her hand on your head checking for a fever.

“Yea just… distracted…” you said trying to find the words.

Kikyo didn’t seem to take this answer well she bombarded you with various questions.

You looked at Illumi desperate for him to do something to get his mom to stop but he just stared back blankly, same Kalluto except he just looked sad.

You then started at Zeno with pleading eyes, he seemed to get your message “maybe they’re just tired from all the stuff they’ve been doing today” Zeno said interrupting Kikyo.

In reality you hadn’t done much of anything today, just try on clothes, walk with Kalluto, talk with Illumi about his upcoming mission and talk with Zeno. It was a mostly uneventful day.

But you simply nodded in agreement and left it at that.

Kikyo sent you off to bed, while walking away you turned to Zeno and mouthed a thank you. He simply nodded.

You laid in bed restless, you had been up thinking about what to say and who to say it to. You needed to leave before this infamous batch of assassins got to protective.

You decided you needed to talk with the head off the house, Silva. You got up and attempted to leave your bedroom, key word attempted.

You got stopped by the butlers immediately. You started struggling “lemme go! I have to uhhh bathroom!” You said frantically.

“Let them go” Illumi said from behind you the butlers paused. You could have sworn you say fear on their faces.

They dropped you, you told Illumi you needed to talk with Silva and it was very important. You said some lie bout the phantom troupe and he let you pass.

The hallway was long and dark the butlers eyed you like you were the scum of the earth. Finally you got to Silvas room.

You knocked 3 times announcing it was you. The door creaked open and you slowly shuffled in.

He was sat on a bed of pillows, his room was strange.

He invited you to sit, you explained your predicament with the whole nen curse thing. “And i can get the curse removed but only my friend knows how to, it’s kinda an unknown thing so like she’s the only one who can do it.” You said trying to sound as convincing as possible.

You had also maybe told Silva that the curse was slowly killing you. In your defense this might have been the only way he would let you leave.

You hadn’t lied, just bent the truth a little. “I see” was all Silva said he thought for a moment on what to say.

“I’ve noticed your nen there is something wrong with it, you may leave to have the curse removed.” He said calmly.

“Really?!” You said excepting for him to say no.

“Yes, but after the curse is removed you are to return to us at once.” He said with a hint of sadness.

“Thank u thank u!!” You said happily. “You may leave tomorrow morning” he said closing his eyes he seems to be thinking quite intensely.

You slept happy that night. You got up bright and early, you snuck out of your room tiptoeing as to not wake the others.

You ran into Kalluto on your way down the hallway. “We’re are you going?” He said with genuine curiosity. “Oh hi?.. I’m going through something pretty bad right now and I need to leave to get cured of something that is plaguing me” you said trying to sound professional.

He didn’t say anything, you just sorta left he watched you as you walked down the stairs slowly.

You passed by Zeno on your way out. You looked at him and he nodded as if to say goodbye.

“HOW COULD HE LET THEM LEAVE LIKE THAT!” Kikyo said running around the house frantically. “WHAT IF THEY GET HURT?! Oh it just isn’t fair!” She said crying.

She had gotten quite attached to you.

“What if they are lying” Illumi said to his father, “they were telling the truth there is a curse attached to them” Silva said in his usual calm voice.

“What if they don’t return” Illumi said despite his calm demeanor he was mad you left. “We can get them back easily” Silva said.

“Ah sweet freedom” you said enjoying the sunshine. You needed to find Bisky and find a way to get this stupid nen curse out of you.

You took several trains and a blimp back to were you had last met bisky. You walked towards the direction of her house.

“[reader]?!” You whipped you head around and found Bisky standing there. She ran up to you giving you a hug. “I thought they kidnapped you!” She said softly.

After a heart felt reunion, you and Bisky sat down at a coffee shop table together. She told you about something that might help you.

“I’m not positive it will work but it’s worth a try” she said drinking her coffee.

“There’s this game greed island have you heard of it?” Bisky said. “Oh yea I know what you are talking about! It’s that game you can go in right?” You said almost happy.

“Yes! Look at the auction this guy bought it and he’s looking for contestants to play it, whoever completes the game takes home 3 cards from the game with them!” Bisky said now exited.

“It’s all really interesting but as I was saying there’s this card angels breath it’s a healing card maybe if we go into the game and find angels breath it can heal you of your curse!” She said now incredibly excited.

“You think it will work?” You said hopeful.

“We have to try, first of all do you have a hunters license?” Bisky said “yea I earned it a little while ago it was rough but totally worth it” you said proud of your accomplishment (for those that haven’t read my other parts, reader meets the boys in heaven arena so that means you got your license by yourself)

“Good good because to even have a chance you need a license”

After eating y’all left towards the building Bisky said would get y’all in the game. Of course the guards didn’t take you seriously but a beating and showing of y’all licenses was enough to get y’all in.

The guys that bought all the copy’s of the games, interviewed y’all and eventually y’all were let in.

Everything was going smoothly a bit too smooth.

As y’all waited in the room guess who you spotted or rather they spotted you.

None other than Gon and Killua, Gon practicly jumped on you. “[READER]!!!!!” He screamed as he tackled you.

Of fucking course you thought.

They bombarded you with so many questions it made Kikyos question look like a breath of fresh air.

They held onto you so tightly it was impossible to breath. You started thrashing and screaming, guards rushed over and threatened the boys that they would be kicked out.

The guards stood between you and the monsters, they started arguing with the guards saying that you were their sibling and they had a right to talk to you.

You simply ran back to biskys side(she wa sin the bathroom so she didn’t see them jump on you)

“Are you alright?” Bisky said concerned “yea I’m fine…” you said keeping your head down as some strange attempt to make yourself small.

The guards explained the rules and how the game works the entire time the boys were staring at you intently.

A quick rock paper scissors game happened to see who would go in first. Gon of course won, you had placed 17th and bisky was 16th she said she would wait for you.

As you entered the game you met a weird lady that let you know the jist of how the game works and off you went. You landed and almost instantly grabbed biskys hand and ran. Lucky for you Gon was occupied with some random guy that was talking to him.

Luck seems to hate and love you.

All you could do was hope Bisky was right, what wonders await you here?

That’s all for today I want to right more but I’m so tired rn so I’ll try and update y’all tomorrow. Love you all bye bye(p.s sorry if there are spelling mistakes my phone hates me)♡´･ᴗ･`♡

(Walk of shame..)

I Just readet you're Whole Story from hxh... And i LOVE It, i dont really Like gon&killua thats why i skipped Most of the Part but AHHH the Others one? LOVE IT.

And shalnark is such a cutie potato i Hope we becom them. Can you Tell me what IS in your mind? How should the Story going? Are there multiple endings or just one? I wish you a good night and drink a lot <3

Sooo sorry but english is Not my native lanugage

Thank u so much, as of right now I’m planning multiple endings mostly because I have a hard time ending my story’s and they end up going on for too long lol. As of rn I’m not sure were I wanna direct it. I’m not sure if I should end it in the green island arc or not, I’m going through really bad writers block rn so any suggestions or input is appreciated I’ll credit u if I end up going in the direction y’all suggest. I might have a fight between the boys and the phantom troupe cause in the show most of the troupe goes into the game. What do y’all think? Thank u for ur support💕╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

YANDERE PLATONIC TENGEN AND HIS WIVES TW: Yandere, Possessive Behaviour, Injuries, Mild Gore(?), Violence

You probably drew Tengen’s attention first and foremost. How? You’re not entirely sure, all you know is that you were going about your day when the massive, flamboyant Sound Hashira crashed into your life.

You were awestruck, I mean how couldn’t you be? You’ve just barely reached the rank of Kanato, and before you stands a Hashira, one of the strongest members the corps!

Tengen doesn’t understand his feelings right away, denying his new-found obsession for you. He only insists on you going with you on every mission, spending every single minute possible with you because of how flamboyant you are.

But his jealousy flares every time you gush about Rengoku’s strength, or Shinobu’s intelligence.

He’s the one who recognized your flamboyant potential. He’s the one who improved your swordsmanship skills. He’s the one who raised you to the rank of Hinoe with just two months of training.

Still unable to recognize his growing obsession with you, he finds the solution to all his problems, you can just become his Tsukago! His and his alone. And of course, you’re elated. Not just because of the promotion, but rather because Tengen thinks you’re worthy enough to become his successor.

And obviously, as his only successor, you should meet his wives. Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru all adore you. You’re just the sweetest thing, aren’t you? All flustered with the attention they’re giving you. So humble too! Adamantly denying your skills. You got to where you are because of Tengen, only because of his training were you ae to accomplish all that you have.

Tengen’s heart swells with pride watching you with his family, you and his family. It is perfect and flamboyant, because you are with him and you are safe until suddenly you aren’t. Until suddenly you’re on your first mission together as his Tsukago, and it’s harder than anything you’ve ever faced.

It’s perfect until one of the many demons that swarm you endlessly manages to land a hit. And suddenly, you’re in his arms bleeding. There’s so much blood, your blood. He gently cradles your body in his arms, trembling with anger at your pitiful form. In a blind fit of rage, Tengen slaughtered the remaining demons.

He angrily demanded the Kakushi to give you the best treatment possible, as your breathing became slower and steadier.

Tengen has Shinobu treat you, and he remains by your side along with his wives until you finally regain consciousness. Immediately, everyone sprang to action, Suma began sobbing tears of joy, Makio shouts alternate between demanding for a doctor and questioning your condition frantically, Hinatsuru attempts to soothe you, reaching to place a placating hand on your shoulder.

All of this overwhelms you, which is noticed by Tengen, who orders his wives out of the hospital room. Tengen manages to calm you down and explains your condition. You’ve been injured, badly. He says Shinobu orders at least two months bed rest. You try to sit up to protest, but the pain sears through you at the sudden moment. Begrudgingly, you agree.

Tengen remains by your side, caring for you, and when he can’t, his wives are more than happy to step up. Soon, the realization dawns on Tengen that he likes you being like this. A little baby who relies on him and his wives, on their papa and mamas. The delusional gears begin to turn, and his protective instincts are driven to a high.

After two months pass, you’re still being babied by Tengen and his wives, despite you feeling fine. And it’s not that you’re ungrateful for their care, but you want to go out on missions again, you want to do your job. But Hinatsuru shuts down all talk of being better by masterfully changing the topic of your conversation. Makio always scolds you, albeit gently, because don’t you recall the severe pain you felt? And Suma is by far the worst, she begins bawling at the thought of you being potentially in danger. So really, you have no other choice but to ask Tengen.

“No.”

“No?” You repeat dumbly, baffled by the audacity he held.

“Yes, no. I forbid you from going on missions.” Tengen declares, leaving you speechless.

He forbids you?! Who does he think he is? Sure, you’re grateful for all his and his wives help, but that doesn’t mean he can just forbid you from going on missions. You’re a member of the corps, just like he is. And while you may not be a Hashira, you are certainly skilled. Besides, what’s the point in all his training just to not go on missions anymore?

“You are my flamboyant Tsukago,” Tengen says, “and as your flamboyant master, you must respect me and my decisions.”

You felt mild anger surge through you at the implication of you not respecting him. All you have felt since you meet the swordsman was respect and admiration. You honed your skills so you could fight alongside him and be a worthy successor.

“I do respect you!” You protest. “But you trained me so I could be your successor, the next Sound Hashira!”

Tengen gives an irritated sigh. Your stubbornness was flamboyant, but rather troubling.

Huffing, you turn to leave, “This is my job, so I’m going to get my next mission, no matter what you say!”

Tengen lets out a soft sigh once more, before swiftly landing a hit to back of your neck. He silently catches you and holds you in his arms. If only you could be a little less difficult. Don’t get him wrong, he loves your flamboyant spirit, but he just can’t let you get hurt again. And you were correct, being a demon slayer was your job, but not anymore. You won’t need a job. You’re a baby, his baby. So he and his wives will take care of you. As he glances down at you, slumped in his arms, a serene look on your face. Yes, he assured himself, this is what you needed.

Hi I really enjoyed reading YANDERE PLATONIC TENGEN AND HIS WIVES ,do you think I could request yandere platonic tanjiro and nezuko hcs please💓

Yup and I’m so glad you liked Tengen and his wives.

TW: Yandere Themes, Overprotectiveness, Violence, Potential Anime Spoilers

Yandere Kamado Siblings

•You’re the third eldest of your family, a responsible and caring child. You and the Kamados’ had a wonderful and peaceful life. You would help Nezuko care for your younger siblings, and aid Tanjiro with selling coal.

•But all that changed when you and Tanjiro went out to sell coal and came back to discover that Muzan had killed your family- all except for Nezuko. Although she’s been turned into a demon, Nezuko doesn’t attack you. It’s as if her instincts are telling her not too. When Giyuu arrives you beg and plead for sister, only to be shoved aside. This angers both Tanjiro and Nezuko. However, Giyuu outmaneuvers both of them and knocks them out

•After that Giyuu directs you all to Urokodaki. During your journey Tanjiro holds your hand, until the demon attack and Nezuko kills it. Once they arrive at Urokodaki, Tanjiro comes to the conclusion that your safety comes above all else. He’s training to be a demon slayer, and Nezuko is a demon; but you? You’re their baby sibling, the only one left. They can’t lose you.

•Much to your protest, Tanjiro forbids you to become a demon slayer and makes you stay with Urokodaki when he isn’t there. Due to the danger he faces on missions, Tanjiro decides that you should remain with Urokodaki. And as much as it hurts him to leave you, and separate you and Nezuko, it has to be done. No amount of pleading or begging will change his mind.

•With Urokodaki, you find some semblance of peace. You miss your siblings, truly, but you enjoy the sense of freedom you found here. But that doesn’t last long because you’re reunited with them during the events of rehabilitation training arc, curtesy of Giyuu.

•Tanjiro and Nezuko are ecstatic to see you again! They’ve missed you so much. And you’re happy to see them too, of course. It’s just that, they’ve changed a little.

•Nezuko clings to you, constantly hugging you and patting your head. She will start sobbing if you try to leave her. And Tanjiro is no help considering he’s just as attached. You love them, you really do, but you need personal space.

•They’re also insanely protective, you’re barely allowed outside of Butterfly Manor when they’re there. You can just go outside for five minutes and they’ll be on your case. Nezuko will be wailing and cuddling you tightly while Tanjiro will scold you for leaving without them. What if you had gotten hurt or worse?! They’d never be able to live with themselves!

•Tanjiro wants nothing more for you to be happy, but your safety takes priority. Plus, you’ve got him and Nezuko and they’re all you’ll ever need. So just be good and let them take care of you.

Yandere Platonic bakudaku x reader could it be fantasy au please ,maybe reader found them all beaten up after the boys were fighting goblins ( or their could have saved her/them from the goblins) and they all travels together only for them to prevent the reader from dating anyone?

Yandere BakuDeku Fanatasy AU

tw: Yandere Themes, Suggested Orphan Reader, Protectiveness, Obsession, Violence

You had been travelling with your companions for nearly two years now. Katsuki Bakugo was a strong warrior and his partner, Izuku Midoriya, or Deku as he was more commonly known, was a skilled alchemist. You don’t know what string of fate lead you all together, since your meeting was completely coincidental. Although it mostly was because of your foolish actions- something you prefer not to think about.

You’ve always been a free-spirited child, running amok and causing chaos wherever you took up residence. That chaos often lead to you being kicked out of the villages and towns that took you in, leaving you to fend for yourself. The day you met Bakugo and Deku, you had been journeying through a forest in search of another place that would take pity upon you. You were frolicking along the path in the forest which was cleared for travellers. That was until something caught your eye.

It was a lovely flower sitting just past the side of the path. The flower was so pretty and you wanted to see it up close. You bit your lip lightly dur to your apprehension. You’d heard the cautionary tales told by travelling merchants and adventurers, warning not to venture into the forest. You decided it couldn’t be that bad-it lay merely a few feet ahead. Humming, you went to inspect the flower and plucked it. You would have turned around to leave but then you saw another flower which looked even prettier a few feet ahead. You pondered whether to return to the path or not. The flower was gorgeous and you could still see the path. So you decided to venture a little bit deeper into the forest to pick that one as well.

You saw yet another flower more striking than the previous, and after considering less carefully this time around, opted to go pick it. It became a pattern as you threw caution aside and happily ventured deeper and deeper into the forest. As the sun begins to set, you finally decide to return. However, you’ve gone too deep into the forest and you have absolutely no clue which way you came from. You gulp nervously. What creatures and monsters lurked and prowled in the cover of the night?

Your question would be answered when you saw a hoard of little impish creatures- goblins. Long pointed ears and equally pointed teeth. Short, green bodies with disgusting boils all along their rough skin. They howled at you, although it really was more of a shriek. You screamed out if fear and ran as fast as you could through the forest. You didn’t know where you were running too, but you couldn’t care less. All that mattered was escaping those horrid little beasts. Then, you tripped over a root you hadn’t seen. You hissed in pain, clutching your foot. The goblins caught up to you, much to your horror. You scuttled away into a thick tree, ignoring the intense pain. You let out a pained whimper and squeezed your eyes shut. Suddenly there was a yell, and flashes of colour that dizzied you. You were too exhausted and shocked to comprehend what wad happening. All you could make out was someone coming up to you before the world faded to darkness.

You groaned as you awoke, a bright light shone brightly. You blinked to adjust yourself to the light. Once you finally adjusted your vision, you furrowed your brows in confusion. were in a room, a nice one at that. The light was from the window on your right, the sun had risen already. Did that mean it was midday? You put aside your musings as you awed at the room itself. The room was the finest you’ve ever been in, for you’d never amassed enough money to stay in an upperclass inn. The bedding was soft and warm. You took a moment to enjoy the small luxury before snapping back to reality. How did you end up here? What happened to the goblins?

“You’re up!” someone exclaimed as they opened the door. You tensed slightly and they put their hands up to reassure you. “Ah, I’m sorry you must be surprised. My name is Izuku but everyone calls me Deku.”

“Oh, okay Mr. Deku, I’m alright. Did you bring me here?” You asked relaxing.

“Mmhmm, my partner Kacchan and I heard your scream. We ran to find you and those goblins. You fainted after we found you so we brought you to the inn.” said Deku, “What was a kid doing out there anyways?”

“Well I was walking along the forest path and then I saw this really pretty flower that was just a bit off the path.I know you’re not supposed to wander off but it was really close! So I went to go pick it. Then I saw an even prettier flower and I went to go pick that flower. The deeper I went, the more beautiful the flowers were and I didn’t notice until the sun began to set. That’s when the goblins attacked me and I ran.” You recounted.

Deku couldn’t help but laugh. Honestly you were so adorably naïve! You’d pranced into a forest known to be filled with dangerous monsters to pick flowers. You blushed furiously and pouted at him but that only caused Deku to laugh more. As your face reddened with childish anger and embarrassment, Deku ceased his laughter and apologized to you, an apology you barely accepted. Your stomach growled with hunger and you became flustered once again. Deku smiled gently and offered you to join him for lunch. An offer you eagerly accepted. You made your way to the dining hall of the inn, a warm and jovial place, filled with the scent of warm food and booze.

“Hey, so the kid finally woke up, huh.” Spoke a gruff voice which caused you to squeak.

“Kacchan! Be more gentle,” Deku admonished.

Bakugo huffed before glancing at you. You really were small and weak. Why you would ever go into that forsaken forest was beyond him. Well it didn’t really matter because he was just going to drop you off at the orphanage here. Nursing his ale, Bakugo watched Deku fuss over you. Honestly, what did he think he was doing? Deku had tried to convince him to take you with them, but Bakugo couldn’t do that. You were to fragile to travel alongside them, you would only be a hindrance. That was something Deku couldn’t- or refused to see.

However that plan came to a halt when the orphanage told him that they simply just didn’t have the room or the funds to take in another child. Frustrated, Bakugo was told that they next town over had a good orphanage. Bakugo groaned while a wide grin enveloped Deku’s face, you were going to stay with them for a little while longer it seems. You were excited of course. I mean they were adventurers! You were practically going on a quest. Bakugo shut that dream down quickly, letting out too many some ground rules. You became crestfallen until Deku distracted you with some basic alchemical creations. Deku glared at his partner but Bakugo remained unmoved. They would drop you off at the next town over and be done with you.

But alas, fate didn’t seem to share the same idea. As you traveled with them, you grew on them, more specifically Bakugo. You were just so happy and energetic. Your smile put the sun to shame, it was that bright. You truly fit in to the little family that Bakugo had made with Deku, but it was finally complete. Bakugo was raised with the barbarian traditions. Barbarians treasure their children, never abandoning them. So with Deku so insistent, and in accordance with barbarian traditions, he couldn’t leave you at the orphanage. Once you all arrived at the town, you and Deku didn’t part tearfully. Instead, Bakugo told you both that you were just here to pick up supplies, leaving you and Deku overjoyed.

You’ve travelled with them ever since. You’ve learned everything they could teach you, and even taught yourself some skills. Bakugo and Deku have watched you grow and they couldn’t be prouder. Recently, you’ve all stopped at a quant village. More notable than anything else in the village, is the charming farmhand that resides there. The adorable freckles dotting their face and their playful smile that makes your heart flutter. At first, it was passing glances which evolved into fleeting touches. But soon it became a relationship, one that you were keeping secret.

Now, Bakugo and Deku aren’t idiots, they can tell something is off with you. And when they find out about your relationship, Bakugo is livid. He wants to end the farmhands miserable life right then and there. Deku, on the other hand, knows how heartbroken you’d be if they ripped you two apart. Your heart may have to be broken, but who says it has to be them who break it? With a little threatening and a few minor injuries, the farmhand finally understands that they’re unworthy of you.

And when they finally do break up with you, you’re utterly devastated. When Deku and Bakugo find you sobbing, they immediately comfort you. Deku reassures you and asks you what’s wrong. You tell them everything, apologizing for keeping it a secret. Deku hushes you, while Bakugo, in a low murmur, asks for a name.

Don’t worry, they’ll always be there for you. Always.

Yandere Platonic Sukuna

tw: Yandere Themes, Overprotectiveness, Attempted Murder, Massacre, Concubines/Harems, Poison, Mentions of Killings, Torture, Child Murder, Child Neglect

•Sukuna is definitely one of the most unexpected platonic yanderes. I mean who’d expect the might ‘King of Curses’ to have an attachment to another being? Well, the sorcerers didn’t and that’s for sure. Sukuna was human before he was defeated. He wined, dined, and lusted to his hearts content.

•It wasn’t a surprise when Sukuna found out he sired offspring, afterall with all the woman he had slept with there was bound to be some. Originally, when he discovered your existence, Sukuna planned to kill you. He didn’t want any children, even if he didn’t have to raise them. Your mother was wise. She fled from her life as one of Sukuna’s many concubines once she learned that she was pregnant. She knew what happened to the other women who bared Sukuna’s children.

•Your mother kept to herself, giving birth to you in a village then packing it up and moving along after just two weeks. She knew that if he found you, Sukuna would kill both of you. But no matter how cautious she was, even your mother grew careless as time passed. Around two years had passed and Sukuna still hadn’t found you. So she settled down in a quaint farming village, raising you with the help of the kind village people.

•Unfortunately, your cursed energy grew extremely and it was detected by Uraume. They investigated the source, then reported back to Sukuna. So he set out on his way to ‘take care’ of you and your mother. Your mother awoke to the sounds of screaming and crying with the smell of smoke wafting through the air. He’d found you. She ran to get you but was interrupted by Sukuna barging through the door. He began to choke your mother as she struggled. Then you toddled out, having been wakened by the loud noise outside.

•Instead of screeching and sobbing out of fear like Sukuna expected you to after you saw him, you sleepily walked up towards Sukuna and motioned for him to pick you up. He dropped your now dead mother, who went motionless awhile ago, and held you up by your sleep kimino. He was fascinated by you. Why were you not scared? Sukuna inspected you, searching for a tell as to why you were unafraid. Perhaps it’s because of you’re unusually high cursed energy, Sukuna thought as he poked one of your chubby cheeks. That made you pout adorably, puffing your cheeks which caused your father to laugh. Maybe it was because you were his child, Sukuna mused playfully. You truly were entertaining. He could keep around for a little longer, couldn’t he? You provided more amusement than any of the women in his harem did.

•Sukuna ended up taking you back with him. He ordered some maids to prepare a room and to take care of your basic necessities. Nobody understood what purpose Sukuna had for you. Some pitied you, some envied you, while others ignored you. Sukuna visited you almost every day, just to bother or tease you. He enjoyed your reactions and his visits became longer and more frequent. The maids continued to care for you to the best of their abilities. They saw that you were just a helpless child, an adorable one at that. However, the concubines of the harem grew jealous of you.

•The concubines yearned for the treatment you received. Many of them felt entitled to it and began to plot for your death so that any children they sired would receive the same treatment. So they snuck poison into your dinner with the help of a bribed maid. When Sukuna found your pitiful form he went ballistic. Carefully, he first healed you, then he slaughtered and tortured everyone in the harem and all the maids. All while cradling you in one of his arms.

•After that incident, Sukuna became hyper protective of you. He would have only Uraume care for you when necessary. Otherwise you would spend all your time with him. You grew up under Sukuna’s watchful eyes. Your childhood was a luxurious one, all your whims were quickly met. Sukuna absolutely doted on you, spoiling you to your hearts content. Eventually, you blossomed into a beautiful and kind young lady, all the more reason to keep you locked away from the world in Sukuna’s eyes. He would rather die than have someone take you from him.

•You never once complained though. You understood what a terrible place the world was, at least according to your father. You had everything you desired here. Besides, there was always Sukuna and Uruame to keep you company. But then came the day where your father was defeated and sealed away. You were utterly heartbroken. One particular sorcerer who helped defeat him, saw you and instead of exploiting your powers, he helped you. He gave you freedom. You fell in love with the sorcerer and married him, living a long happy life without your father.

•Eventually, when Yuji ate Sukuna’s finger and that whole mess got over with, all Sukuna could think about was you. You’d gotten married, according to the smug white-haired annoyance, to one of the sorcerers who helped defeat him. Sukuna was livid. Perhaps he was a little irked at you for marrying that traitor but he mostly blamed that sorcerer. First he sealed Sukuna away, then he steal his precious child?! But you’d long passed alongside your husband, Sukuna grimaced.

•Sukuna’s mourning was cut short when Yuji’s elder sibling walker through the door. It was you, an exact replica. Sukuna watched in amazement. This person didn’t just look like you, the sounded like you and acted like you. You had the exact same mannerisms, the same smile and laugh. Now, Sukuna doesn’t believe in reincarnation, but right in front of him was living proof. You’d been reincarnated, and you were the exact same as when he left you. Sukuna had another chance with you, and even though you didn’t know it yet, he’d be damned if he let his child slip through his fingers a second time.

Can I please request headcanons for platonic Yandere Douma for a human child

Yandere Platonic Douma

a/n: I’m so sorry about the delay in my posting, I had some family stuff to take care of, but thank you all for supporting me and the content I have out!

tw: yandere themes, implied abandonment/neglect, cult themes, reader is kinda insulted by Douma, but not really, implied murder, cannibalism, Douma is his own warning tbh, reader tries to pull a Kotoha

•You met Douma on a cold winter night with a harsh storm blowing through the air. The Upper Kizuki had been out, hunting for a meal. That’s when he happened upon the body of a young child, seemingly frozen to death. Oh, how pitiful! The child had to die in such cruel and uncaring manner. Douma would have left if you didn’t make a sudden motion. Swiftly, Douma turned his gaze towards you. You were still alive? That peaked his interest. Such strength in such a puny little thing. How amusing!

•Even though Douma can’t feel true emotions, he can express small things such as admiration. And admire you he does- you’re such a tenacious little thing. You’d grow to become quite useful if given the proper care. Perhaps he could turn you into a demon to serve his master. If you were this strong as a young human, you’d be even stronger as a demon. Maybe even becoming an Upper Moon like himself!

•Douma then took you to his cult where he ordered the cult members to look after you. You remained in a coma for a few days, and then you finally woke up. Confused and scared, you started to panic. Where were you? What were you doing here? And more importantly— who were you? You began to thrash around at the cult members who were assigned to take care of you. Hearing the commotion, Douma went to the room you were kept. The moment he stepped in the room you fell still. Even though you were young, you could feel the intimidating presence behind his smiling face.

•Douma walked over to you and greeted you with false sweetness. You shrunk into yourself, avoiding his gaze. Douma noticing your shyness, found it adorable. Who wouldn’t though? You were so tiny, hiding in the soft sleep kimono you were wearing. Douma decided then and there to keep you by his side. Kind of like Kotoha’s situation, except he wanted to turn you into a demon. Plus, he’s always been fond of children, so this isn’t that unusual. Douma began to quiz you, unsurely, you answered his questions which allowed him to discover your amnesia. That was convenient, you were a blank slate. Someone who he could mold however he wanted.

•Thus, your life at the cult started. The cult members were instructed to treat you well, and they did. Your new life— not that you could remember your old one- was pleasant. All your needs were met, you’d never go hungry or thirsty, you were comfortable. But life there was also strange. You had ‘lessons’ in which you were taught about your apparent saviour, Douma. You were told that he was your life, your entire being belonged to him, and you must obey him. You didn’t really like those lessons, but you did enjoy one thing. Your training in the art of tessenjustu, overseen by a skilled member of the cult. Within, two months time, you grew accustomed to your routine, excelling in both your studies and training. Douma became intrigued with your fast improvement and decided to oversee your training himself.

•That day you’d woken up like normal, eaten breakfast, attended your morning lessons, eaten lunch, and attended your afternoon lessons. And then finally, you would go to your tessenjustu training. However, your excitement faded when you saw him, Lord Douma himself, standing in place of your usual teacher. Swiftly, you fell into a bow. His overly-false friendly attitude still unnerved you. Despite this, you maintained a cool face and behaved politely. The question of his purpose for being here danced on your tongue, but you withheld it. As if he sensed your inquiry, Douma explained that he would be training you as of now. Your eyes widened slightly in shock, then you quickly returned your face to its neutral expression. Douma noted your shock, allowing an uncertain silence to wash over you until he ordered you to attack him. You froze in surprise, he surely couldn’t expect to to attack him! Oh but he did, he then ‘asked’ you to demonstrate your abilities. Although, you both knew it wasn’t actually a request so much as it was a demand. You took a deep breath and got into the proper stance. Then, you launched your attack. You couldn’t penetrate his defence but you were quite good for a novice. Your moves were quickly, with some precision. Just not a lot of strength behind them. The session ended when you were doubled over, panting, trying to regain your energy. Douma was unharmed, the unnerving smile remained painted on his face. Normally, people would have felt ashamed or embarrassed, but you didn’t. Instead, you thanked him for the lesson and left. Your reaction interested Douma, who would train with you every five to eight days when he had time.

•Douma and your training sessions not only raised your skill level, but formed a bond between you two as student and teacher. You began to respect him, not worship him like other humans, or dismiss him as an annoyance like other demons, you simply respected him. The bond began to deepen and Douma found himself training you more often as his admiration for you turned into affection. Then, his affection turned into love. He realized that he loved you after your latest training session finished, you thanked him as usual and went on your way. Douma had decided to turn you into a demon a long time ago, but he didn’t want you to become a servant to his master, Douma realized. He wanted to turn you into a demon so that you would remain by his side forever. He felt elated at this revelation, he could feel emotions, all of which were spurned by you. His heart beat for you, he couldn’t let you go, not now.

•Yet it seems like your utopia was not destined to last long, as you noticed some cult members you were close too were disappearing. Which was totally not Douma killing them out of jealousy. You grew concerned and uneasy, and you decided to discuss the disappearances with Douma. However, the sight that greeted you halted all your thoughts. It was Douma, your teacher, your saviour, the man you saw as a father, eating a woman. You froze, stunned by his actions and questions formed quickly. He was a cannibal? How could he lie to you? Was he going to eat you too? You didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out. Douma then noticed your presence, but before he could do anything, you took off, running as fast as you could.

Huffing, you ran as quickly as your legs would carry you through the woods near the Paradise Faith Cult. Your lungs felt like they would burst, and every part of your body ached from pain and coldness. You couldn’t remember how long you’d been running for, almost an hour if you had to guess. But no matter how much your body hurt, you couldn’t rest. Not when he was chasing you. But your body told a different story.

You felt numb, for you’d been running barefoot in a sleep kimono through the snow-filled woods. The wind was harsh and howled as blew. A flurry of snowflakes whipped around, aiding in blocking your vision along with the dark of the night. Puffs of steam left your parted lips as you panted. You previously wanted to hit yourself for putting yourself in this situation, but this was probably a better punishment.

Honestly, how could be so stupid? You’d always been slightly off-put by Douma, but you let your suspicions go as you cultivated a relationship with him. Your lip quivered and you realized you were about to cry. You bit your lip to prevent from breaking into full-on sobs, but couldn’t stop the few tears that welled up. The tears froze as they fell, adding to the cruel cold that overwhelmed you. Still, you pushed yourself to keep going. You weren’t going to die here. Douma himself had said it, you were a survivor. So, no matter what, you wouldn’t die. You’d get out of this alive, you swore to yourself. The trees further up were more open, you noted, squinting to try and get a closer look. A clearing, you thought excitedly, a way out of here!

You sped up, aided by your new-found adrenaline. As you bounded up the snow, something about the clearing seemed off. But you couldn’t turn back now, not when you’d made it this far. Setting your suspicions aside, you focused on getting to the clearing. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you reached the opening. Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized what was at the end of it— a cliff! You skidded to stop and stared down to the bottom of it. Gulping, you turned you looked down below. Beneath the cliff was a rushing river. You clenched your teeth, unsure of what to do.

“My, my, (Y/N), you’ve gone quite far, haven’t you?”

You gulped in fear and slowly turned to face him, to face Douma. A rush of emotions flooded through you, ranging from horror to anger. Horrified because this monster had caught up to you, angry because he had betrayed you, sad because you loved him, and guilt because you could’ve saved yourself and others if you just payed attention and listened to your gut. There were so many things you could’ve done, should’ve done in that moment. Alas, you remained still as a deer in headlights.

Douma smiled that unnerving smile of his, but he couldn’t hide the anger in his eyes. “Come along now (Y/N), it’s time to return home.”

You shook your head slightly, then you took a small step back. The edge of the cliff crumbled, alarming both you and Douma. In that moment, Douma felt both fear and anger surging through him. He was angry at you for leaving him. But he was also angry at himself for being careless, he should’ve turned you into a demon sooner. And honestly, you’d be better off for it. Look at the state of you, pale and shivering from the cold. You looked sickly and would surely fall ill. Still, Douma was mostly fearful of losing the only thing he’s ever loved, the one person who made him feel.

“It’s alright (Y/N). You’re forgiven, I won’t hurt you,” cooed Douma, attempting to coax you from cliff. His efforts only caused you to back up further.

Suddenly, the edge cliff crumbled more and the chunk you had stepped onto broke off. You shrieked as you fell backwards. Douma rushed to catch you, panic in his voice as he shouted your name. And then you blacked out, the cold and tiredness having caught up with you. Douma managed to grasp your wrist in time and hoisted you up. He possessively held you to his chest, carrying you bridal style. Your body was almost as cold as his, Douma noted frowning with concern. Yet there was sense of relief that washed over him. You were back in his arms, and he would never let you go again.

Who is your favorite character to write for?

tw: yandere themes, very brief references to sexual themes, potential spoilers(?)

As of now it’s Douma. I’ve written him as both a platonic and romantic yandere, which got deleted, and I absolutely love writing him. The funny thing is he’s my least favourite character in the KNY-verse. Like, I utterly despise him, all I feel for him is pure hatred.

The main difference I see between platonic and romantic yandere behaviour is that platonic yanderes is the lack of attraction and desire for you in general. They want the things that you give them such as love or loyalty, they want to protect that and protect you. But romantic yanderes want to have you, own you, inflict whatever that pleasures them onto you. So generally, romantic yanderes are more harsher than platonic. Most importantly, platonic yanderes don’t want to break their darlings, they do not want them to become mindless creatures, and while there are romantic yanderes that don’t wang this as well, they tend to let it happen more than

And that’s where Douma comes in. Characters like Douma, that are emotionless, don’t have that difference in their views. Their darling is the one who gave them emotions, so your basically an extension of what they’re feeling. Although they do kind of differ the treatment.

For Douma the only difference is that there is no s***al gratification he gets from his treatment for a platonic darling, so it isn’t really done for pleasure I guess. More-so for peace of mind when it comes to his treatment of you. It basically cements your dependency on him, in his mind.

Yandere Platonic Ryukyu with Quirkless Child Reader

a/n: for @k1ngm1nt

tw: yandere themes, child neglect, child abuse, reader is like seven, canon-typical quirk-based discrimination and mistreatment, bullying, social services, maybe a little ooc

•As long as you’ve been alive you’ve dreamed of being a hero. You’d always play games of heroes and villains with your friends, pretending to have powerful quirks. But all of your dreams were shattered when you were told you were quirkless. You were devastated, as were your parents. They tried everything they could to “cure” you of your supposed disease. Yet all your parents accomplished was furthering your newly found self-loathing. Eventually, as a year or two passed, your parents gave up, not only on trying to manifest your quirk but on you as well. You were miserable, living with neglectful parents and constantly being bullied about your quirklessness.

•However, you found solace in heroes, watching their courageous exploits. In particular, the dragoon hero, Ryukyu, also known as Ryuko Tatsuma. She was your absolute favourite hero, you thought her quirk was amazing. But you would never be like her, or any hero, whispered a cruel voice in your head every time you felt an ounce of joy, forgetting your plight. And every time, you would be reduced to tears that everyone would either make fun of you for or ignore you with disdain in their hearts. Your situation made you become a mature child, handling things on your own. You knew that everyone regarded you as a burden, but you wanted to prove them wrong.

•Then one day, while you were walking home by yourself, a villain attacked. People were scattering in all directions, pushing and shoving in their desperation to find safety. Nobody paid mind to you as you were trampled over, then shoved into the reach of the villain. The villain noticed you immediately, and grabbed you. Cackling madly, he gleefully said that you’d be the first to go. Tears welled up in your eyes, but then a large dragon-shaped creature emerged, Ryukyu! You gasped in amazement, forgetting your fear. The villain stupidly let you go, opting for a greater kill of a Pro-Hero. You watched excitedly as your favourite hero took down the villain. Immediately after she won, people clapped and cheered for their saviour. However, she didn’t pay any attention to them, Ryuko’s mind was more occupied with the little child trembling.

•Ryuko made her way over to you, asking if you were okay. Still stunned silent, you nodded as a smile grew on your face. Ryuko felt her heartstrings being tugged. You were such a sweet and adorable child. Yet something felt off, not you but your situation. Where were your family? Usually someone related to a child would come running up, frantically searching for them. But nobody had come for you. Concerned, she inquired where your family was. Then, Ryuko saw your face fall as you explained that your mom and dad didn’t like you anymore because you didn’t have a quirk.

•Feeling her heart drop, Ryuko decided that she couldn’t stand by idly as you suffered. She walked you home, shocking your parents when they saw the pro-hero at their door. Ryuko calmly greeted them, although rage was boiling inside her. Your parents made fools of themselves stammering and trying to act as though you’d been missing. Ryuko maintained a polite smile throughout their entire performance. When they finished, she bid you goodbye. A small sense of amusement and fondness formed in her chest seeing your wide grin as you waved bye. Immediately after your house was out of sight, Ryuko made a quick call to one of her contacts in social services. Relief swelled-up inside her after she was finished, you would be safe soon.

•However, Ryuko’s work wasn’t done yet. She had to be sure you’d be alright until your parents were arrested. She came to pick you up after school, surprising both you and the kids that bullied you. They immediately ran up to her, starting to ask questions and squeal praises as your teacher tried to calm everyone. Ryuko shocked them further when she announced she was here for you. Gently, she outstretched your hand which you happily took. This started a routine of her dropping you off and picking you up from school. Your parents let her do as she pleased because they thought you were finally worth something now that’d you made friends with the pro-hero. You loved spending time with your favourite hero, Ryuko allowed you to be informal with her and took you on fun outings like to an amusement park or restaurant. Sometimes there would be someone who asked questions about your parents, but Ryuko always took you out for a movie after so it was fine.

•Soon, a case was built against your parents and finally, it was the time to act. Your parents were arrested and charged, while you were thrown into confusion, sobbing for them. Ryuko pitied your sadness but this was for the better. Still, you would go into foster care which could be just as bad, of not worse. Ryuko couldn’t condemn you to that, not after you’d been through. So, she decided to adopt you. She could do it quite easily as a high ranking pro-hero with a good reputation. And so it was done, you became her child. You were hesitant at first, but you quickly, and quite happily, accepted her as your new mother. The kids at school stopped picking on you and your teachers started behaving more formally. After all, you were the child of a pro-hero, Ryuko’s child and you would live a life filled with happiness, Ryuko swears it.

You write really well! I have a question thoughts on platonic yandere nighteye as your dad?

Thank you for the compliment! I’m thrilled that you like my content and find it well-written.

As for yandad Nighteye, I think he’s definitely one of the more controlling yanderes in the BNHA-verse. He keeps tabs on you at all times, he has the resources to do so. Not to mention his quirk granting him the gift of foresight which he constantly uses on you. Even though he is strict, yandad Nighteye has a soft spot for you. You’re his pride and joy. Pictures of you and your accomplishments, drawings, trophies, medals, ribbons, crudely made macaroni art— you name it, ha hangs them up in his office, sweltering with pride when he looks at them. Nighteye also has quite a bit of money, so he does gift you expensive things often.

Included in the yandad Nighteye pack comes yandere grandpa or maybe uncle All Might. Either way, the symbol of peace adores you, constantly spoiling you with gifts and giving you piggyback rides to show his affection. Eventually, when they part ways, yandad Nighteye tries to block All Might from keeping contact with you, afraid for both him and how his destruction would devastate you. Try as he might, nothing will stand in All Might’s way in terms of you.

Pride Month Special- How Yandere Parents React To You Coming Out

a/n: happy pride month everyone!

tw: coming out, implied/mentioned homophobia

Gojo- This giant absolute menace of a man I swear to god, you don’t have to worry about him being supportive or anything like that, no. What you have to worry about is how over the top he goes. Man’s organizing parades, making banners, literally everything. It doesn’t matter how many times you beg him to stop because he’s embarrassing you, you’re his baby and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t show his unconditional support and love. He’s definitely telling everyone too, if you’re out that is, just won’t shut the hell up. Nanami cannot count the amount of times Gojo has gushed about you and how proud he is of you. Of course you’re dying of embarrassment in the corner, but he’s doing this all out of love for you.

Sukuna- He’s definitely a little confused. Not in a bad way or anything, he just doesn’t understand immediately. You’ll have to take the time to explain it to him but once he gets it he’ll be so supportive, but more subtle about it. He won’t be throwing over the top parades or anything like that, but he will 500% find a way to mention in it in all his conversations. Like he’ll be doing curse king shit or something and then one of his vassals will start talking about the most irrelevant topic in regards to your sexuality. But those that stop Sukuna from worming in how his precious child is queer and how amazing they are? Nope! He’ll talk about it for hours then make it seem like the vassal has committed some sort of deadly crime when they try to change the conversation back to the original topic. It’s even better if he finds out with reader who’s reincarnated into Yuji’s older sibling because they’re in their twenties and have been out for a couple of years now, so it’s not a big thing and probably comes up in casual conversation. Sukuna’s gonna rupture poor Yuji’s eardrum because he yelled so loud. He was utterly shocked, he was fine with your identity, but how could you not tell him?? And your poor brother is gonna have to deal with all of Sukuna’s tantrums about you not telling him whenever you walk into the room. Eventually he mellows out though, he’ll deal with your lie by omission once he has you in his grasp again.

Oberyn Martell + Ellaria Sand- Original bi disaster couple, no one can convince me otherwise. Anyways both are pretty chill with it, I mean they probably knew already, they’re very supportive of course! Your siblings, the sand snakes, are too. Dorne is a very free and modern country in terms of opinions, not to mention you’re a child of a prince so you enjoy a lot more freedom to express yourself than others. And if someone does have a problem with, they best keep it to themselves or else they’ll have a furious red viper and his equally enraged sand snakes after them.

Levi Ackerman- He’s quite mild about it, to be honest. He’s not unsupportive, just quite about it. Not out of shame but just that he’s generally closed-off. Also, he believes that you should be able to share your identity based on your own terms. He’s very happy that you felt comfortable enough to share it with him though. He definitely made you tea when you came out too. Of course if he hears anything about anyone having a problem with it, well let’s just say that you will be the least of their problems from then on.

Tengen + His Wives- They’re all so happy! Especially since you trusted them enough to tell them. Tengen definitely brags about his flamboyant kid and how spectacular they are. He buys you and himself a ton of pride shit, I don’t care that demon slayer takes place in the Taishou period, this man will make custom pride merch, just for you. Suma cries as per usual, I headcanon all of them as queer but Suma is canonically bi! So, I imagine her crying tears of happiness and joy that you’re like her in a way and that she understands. Makio is aggressively supportive, like shove it down your throat kind of supportive but supportive nonetheless. Hinatsuru is pretty calm about it, she just wants you to know that she loves you unconditionally.

Muzan- He’s kind of like Sukuna in a way, as in he’s confused. Unlike Sukuna he probably understands what it means he’s mostly confused on how he didn’t know immediately. He is supportive though! And if his confusion hurts you, he’ll immediately apologize. You’re his sweet child, no matter how old you really are, so he’ll support and love you regardless of anything. After he’s done apologizing and you forgive him, you can guilt him into doing pretty much anything for you, which you probably could do just with a hug and puppy dog eyes! If there’s one thing Muzan won’t tolerate, it’s people slighting you, so you can guarantee that you won’t be receiving anything less than the highest praises from everyone.

Light Yagami + Misa Amane- They’re both completely supportive of you, though they show it in different ways. Misa is over the top enthusiastic about it. She starts doing LGBTQ+ campaigns, wearing pride merch, signing brand deals promoting it, basically everything and anything she can to prove she is the greatest ally in the entire world, all for you. Light is subtler in his approach. He’s happy thar you’re happy and that’s pretty much it. He’ll do little things to support you, such as boycott homophobic brands and celebrities, wear small pride pins and all that. Either way, they both support you unconditionally. And if anyone says anything to you, you can bet their getting the most painful and humiliating death possible.

Erasermic- Oh! They’ve been expecting this forever! Aizawa has probably known since the start and subtlety let Hizashi in on it, who was extremely excited. They support you and make sure to reassure you about that every day. They’re like Light and Misa in the aspect that Aizawa is very calm regarding your identity while Hizashi supports you with over the top gestures. You know they love you though, and are grateful for them.

Yandere Deku ( or the dilf himself Aizawa) difference between Platonic and Romantic

tw: yandere themes, punishments, dark themes, slight spoilers, mentions of stabbing

Romantic Yandere Deku is more intense than Platonic Yandere Deku. If he’s romantically involved with you, then Deku is very in your face type of yandere. He’s far more clingy and nervous.

I imagine that he would fall for a kinder darling, most likely due to all the bullying he’s endured for being quirkless. Especially if they stood up for him. Romantic Yandere Deku is also less lenient than Platonic Yandere Deku, though both are pretty laid back in yandere terms. This is based of Canon Deku though, so it’d be quite different if he were a villain.

Romantic Yandere Villain!Deku is an actual menace. He’s far more possessive and controlling, having been twisted with the cruelty of the world. He doesn’t have a specific type, it’ll depend on the circumstances he meets you. Know if you met before he turned into a villain, then, again, kind darling. Or maybe you tormented Villain!Deku alongside Bakugou. Villain!Deku is the way he is because of you, all these crimes he’s committed are your fault. You should be held accountable. In a scenario like that then he’d be far more cruel. As for punishments, they would be far harsher, remember Mafia Boss!Sukuna? Yeah.

If you met him after he became a villain then you’d most likely be a hero, one who fights against him and has a distinct personality. There are plenty of self-righteous do-gooders, yet you’d stick out. Maybe you’re a true hero, a little underrated, but you’re not in it for money or glory, you just want to save people. Or, you’re a rogue vigilante, troubled by a dark past, a kindred soul if you will. If Villain!Deku were to fall for a civilian darling, then you’d probably take on another “heroic” role like a nurse of police officer. Regardless, Villain!Deku is fascinated by you, and he wants you all for himself. You can be certain that one Romantic Yandere Villain!Deku gets his hands on you, he won’t let go.

Now Platonic Yandere Villain!Deku? That’s a wild card. He’s certainly softer than Romantic Yandere Villain!Deku. In terms of what type of darling, it’s irrelevant. It doesn’t matter who you were before, you’re either his now. Punishments aren’t physical, Villain!Deku would never. It’s more manipulation tactics, isolation and all that. Anything to drive you into his arms. Villain!Deku will also spoil his platonic darling more.

Now, for the difference between Romantic Yandere Aizawa and Platonic Yandere Aizawa is more subtle. Romantic Yandere Aizawa is still more protective than possessive. However, Romantic Yandere Aizawa is also more harsh. His tolerance towards your disobedience is far less than it would be with a platonic darling. I don’t feel like he’d have a type of darling, though he might be more inclined to fall in love with a childhood friend of his. Aizawa would also be more inclined to kidnap his romantic darling. He’d be far more restrictive and controlling as well.

Platonic Yandere Aizawa is softer and more clingy with his darling. You’re the light of his life, his darling, sweet angel. I mean, he knows that you can do wrong, but he kind of ignores it. You could stab someone in front of him and he’ll literally be getting rid of the evidence while cooing at you. The one thing that will set him off is you being hurt, Aizawa’s lost so much he won’t lose you too.

There was not a hint of surprise in Doran’s features when his brother was told to arrive with a little child in his arms. She must be another daughter of his. Yet that was not the case. The child apparently tried to steal something from the red viper but was caught. Oberyn has taken much interest in her and wanted to bring her to Dorne. 

Oberyn first showed you to Elia who was accompanying him at the time. She immediately fell in love with your cuteness. The sight of her doting on you encouraged Oberyn further to take you with him. They are eager to present you with their home and shower you with all the lavish things they can offer. Elia also convinced Doran to let you stay with them in the sunspear. 

Ellaria and the sand snakes were curious to see you. Ellaria knew you meant a lot to Oberyn because of how often he spoke of you and was willing to accept you into the family. Within such a short time, she grew fond of you. It made Oberyn ecstatic to hear her ask about you. Meanwhile, the sand snakes had varying reactions to their father and aunt bringing a child home. 

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General Yandere Muichiro Headcanons

a/n: reader is the same age as Muichiro in this, can be read as platonic or romantic

tw: yandere themes, overprotective behaviour, potential spoilers for Muichiro’s backstory

•Muichiro, despite his young age, has many impressive feats. Being the youngest member of the Hashira has gained him notoriety— though most of his notoriety stems from his apathy.

•His blunt and air-headed nature often scares people off. He doesn’t mind or care. But then, there was you. A seemingly constance in his life. Originally, Muichiro didn’t care for or about you. Especially when you were so beneath him. You were a lowly Kanoe while he was a Hashira. Regardless, you seemed determined to remain by his side and he didn’t care enough to stop you.

•Eventually, he becomes accustomed to your prescription in his life. You’re something to remember- something Muichiro lacks. While his demeanour doesn’t change outright, there are subtle differences that indicate his attachment to you. He acts more considerate towards you than others and tolerates your behaviour that he wouldn’t tolerate from anyone else.

•His feelings become more obvious after he regains his memories. Once he remembers the loss of his parents and brothers, Muichiro develops overly protective tendencies. The loss of his family burns fresh through his memory and influences his treatment of you. He doesn’t want to even imagine losing you. Also, similar to his treatment of Tanjiro, Muichiro openly begins to display his affection and bias towards you.

•Overall, Muichiro is a very lax yandere. He isn’t doesn’t meddle with your daily life or your relationships with other. He also doesn’t limit your freedom, at least until he regains his memories. Even then, Muichiro only really prevents you from going on really dangerous missions, or will accompany you if you do go.

Yandere Miguel O’Hara Headcanons

a/n: there are two routes platonic and romantic, which will be bolded and colour-coded like this, please forgive my spanish i am breaking out my high school spanish classes.

tw: yandere themes, possessive, obsessive, and controlling behaviour, potential spoilers, suggestive themes (romantic route), captivity, canonical inaccuracies, implied neglect (platonic route)

•Becoming the hero Arachnid wasn’t something you ever planned on happening. You were just going about your regular, every day life when a radioactive spider bit you. The spider that bit you gave you amazing powers that you utilized to become the amazing, the one and only friendly neighbourhood Arachnid! Then, you were suddenly pulled into another dimension that was almost exactly like yours and discovered that you weren’t the only one of well you after all.

•You, alongside other spider-themed heroes, joined forces against Kingpin in order to return to your home dimensions. However, that wasn’t your last adventure with the multiverse. Your next encounter would occur a few months after your first misadventure. Having finished fighting the Green Goblin, you were ready to end the night there. Then, a portal similar to the one that brought you to Miles’ dimension opened up. Out came a tall, well-muscled Spider-Man and a Spider-Woman

•They introduced themselves as Miguel O’Hara and Jessica Drew and informed of the Spider society they’d formed. You were offered membership by them. Well, by Jessica. Miguel was staying silent. You don’t know why, but you felt as though he was watching you. He was, of course, he was right in front of you, but this felt eerie. Your senses were telling you something was wrong but Jessica was so nice and you really were excited and honoured to be given such an opportunity. So, you take it.

Romantic Route:

•Miguel stared at you intently. He’d been watching you for a while now, observing. You resemblance was uncanny— you looked exactly like his spouse. Not his spouse exactly, but the one the other had. You looked like the partner that Miguel had grown to love alongside his daughter. A variant of them. Although he was initially against you joining, it would be easier to watch you— look out for you if you joined the lobby.

•After your acceptance, Miguel tasked Jessica with guiding you around the lobby. He didn’t trust anyone else and he couldn’t bare to do it himself. He couldn’t handle himself around you. It wasn’t just your appearance that was uncanny, it was everything. You mannerisms, habits, likes, interests, everything. How Miguel yearned for you. Yearned to feel your touch, your kiss. Yearned for the happiness he once knew.

•But that would break the canon, wouldn’t it? The memories of his world, his family fading from existence because he broke the canon. He couldn’t let that happen again. So, he behaved coldly towards you. But as Miguel continued to watch you and interact with you, he started to doubt. You were a variant of his partner, but your dimension didn’t have a variant of Miguel O’Hara. Perhaps, he rationalized, this was canon. Your fates were meant to be intertwined. He needed you and you needed him. That was canon.

•Miguel strikes when you least expect. Spends weeks carefully planning. He stalks you, memorizes your routine to a point. He assigns you a mission, not overly-difficult but not easy. Something to tire you out. With your senses dulled and the weariness from the fight left you susceptible to his attack. Quickly, stealthily and by surprise, he subdued you. His sharp fangs biting into the tender skin of your neck, paralyzing you.

•When you come to, you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. Yet there are familiar objects lying around; trinkets and photos that had disappeared. Your spidey-senses were going off the rails and that’s when he came.

“Miguel?”

•He tells you you’re here for your safety and for the safety of your dimension. Swears you’re meant to be with him, that it’s canon. Warns you of the consequences if you break the canon. You stare at him, intaking his audacity. Then, you shriek at him. Call him out on his absolute bull. Miguel sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He ignores your screeching and leaves. Obviously, you’re still in shock. You’ll come around.

•Almost a month later, lo and behold, you still haven’t come around to being pliant with your captor. Miguel is a man of many things, but patience is not one. He is so very tired, having to deal with Lyla’s teasing and the other Spider’s bullshit. Is it too much to ask to come home to his loving spouse? Just like he used to.

•Apparently, it is. Seeing as you aren’t his spouse, but someone he locked up, you scream at him. Unholy screeches whenever you see him. Today, Miguel’s had enough. Large hands wrap around you and slam you against the headboard of the bed you’re chained too.

“Enough.” He hisses. “¡Mierda! I won’t hear it. ¿Me entienden? You stay here. If the safety of the multiverse won’t convince then maybe the safety of your aunt will.”

•The moment the vague threat passes over you freeze entirely. You’ve lost almost everyone, everyone but her. Carefully, you suck in air. Large tears brim at the edges of your eyes. as you look Miguel directly in the eyes. His eyes, dark and dangerous, bore back into yours.

“Please Miguel,” you whisper. “I’ll stay. I’m sorry. Don’t hurt her.”

•Miguel softens at your submission. However, he still doesn’t trust you. He pulls himself off you and stalks out, leaving you laying on the bed, dazed. From that day forewords, you become more compliant. You listen to Miguel and don’t fight him. Miguel knows that he can’t keep you locked away forever. People were asking questions. With your ‘good’ behaviour, you’ll be granted more privileges. More freedom, if that’s what you can call it. You’ll never truly be free, trapped under Miguel’s watchful eyes. But you’re able to go into the lobby again. To talk with people, even if you do so bearing Miguel’s marks. You know you can’t escape him, not when he could take away the little you had left, not when he would hunt you down through every universe. For now, you know you can’t escape Miguel’s grip.

Platonic Route:

•When Miguel saw you for the first time, he felt the world stop around him. It was as though there was nobody else but you and him. You, who was the only variant of his dead child that wasn’t truly his. He watched as you swung around, mocking villains and making clever quips. Miguel’s heart ached for you, for himself, for his dead daughter and child. As he watched you, memories of holding his child as they died because of him resurface. Once more, does Miguel feel the bitter sting of grief and loss.

•Oh, how Miguel desires to hold you, to cradle you close and never let go. But he can’t, he won’t. You’re not his child. You’re not the child he failed to protect. No, you’re a child he can protect. Thus, his decision to allow you to join the spider-society, if only to watch over you and protect you. Your family clearly isn’t doing a good job at it. Miguel spends more time than necessary looking after you. Not that he meant to, of course. You were just so vulnerable. You needed guidance. You may have been s superhero but you were also a child.

•Under Miguel’s guidance you thrive. He teaches you proper fighting techniques, improves your web-shooters and other tech you have and acts as the father figure you need. His teaching method is firm yet gentle. Miguel remains stern, however, everyone notices how soft he is with you. Life is good in the lobby. To be honest, sometimes you consider staying forever. Or more accurately, Miguel implies you should.

•Yes, he was originally not going to interfere. But it was you who made the decision to stay, so obviously that meant something. And Miguel wouldn’t lie, whenever you returned to your Earth to fulfill your duties as Arachnid, he could barely think he was so worried. Every villain encounter, every scrape and bruise is another chance to fail to protect his child. Miguel gets more desperate over time. Your time in the lobby is almost exclusively spent with him. Every mission is with him, every meal is with him, almost every moment is spent by Miguel’s side. And honestly? You’re starting to get s little sick of it.

•Not that you were complaining. You’re so grateful for the opportunities Miguel gave you, but he’s so overbearing. Maybe it’s normal, you rationalize, you’re family isn’t very close. Besides, you’ve seen Peter B. Parker with Mayday. Even Miguel isn’t that clingy. Your senses are blaring danger and to get away, but your yearning for love and affection suppress them. You continue to push down your instincts until you can’t. Until you decide to listen to your doubts— only to prove them wrong, of course. However, just your luck, your instincts are proven correct. You discover a goddamn tracker implanted in your arm.

•Finally, everything clicks. Everything Miguel does? Not normal! Just creepy, especially this. Thus, you decide to leave. You dig out your tracker and stitch the wound back up. You leave the tracker where you know Miguel will find it and leave, discarding your portal bracelet. You return to your Earth for the final time, intent on never leaving again.

•When Miguel returns to find your tracker and no trace of you, he goes ballistic. You left, he can’t protect you. You’ll get hurt, you’ll die. Miguel can’t risk losing you. He travels to your Earth in search of you. There, he tracks you down to find you losing badly against the Green Goblin. You’re clutch your ribs, bruised and bloody. The moment he sees you like this, Miguel enters a blazing fury. He attacks the Goblin viciously, pounding him until a sickening crunch is heard and the Goblin’s neck snaps. You collapse, from your injuries and the shock of witnessing Miguel kill the Goblin.

•Your chest seizes, hyperventilating. You can hear your heart beat racing as Miguel turns to you. He watches you panic and slowly paces towards you. You attempt to scoot away, but you can barely move. Miguel’s mask is off. You can see his eyes being filled with the same eerie softness as the day you met. Carefully, he leans down and large hands grasp onto you. You struggle as best you can, squirming despite the pain.

“¡Ay! Cariño.” He admonishes gently. “Be still, you’ll hurt yourself.”

•Regardless of his orders, you continue to squirm. Sighing, Miguel extended his fangs and bit down on your neck. Paralyzed, you fall limp in his arms. Carefully, he maneuvers you so to not hurt you. He cradles you to his chest as he inspects you over.

“We’ll get you checked out when we go to your new room. ¿Estàts bien?”

•Unable to do anything, you lay helpless in Miguel’s arms as he takes you to your new fancy prison cell— or room as he calls it. From there, you’ll be safe. Somewhere only Miguel knows, a place he can be certain he can protect you. Yes, you’ll stay locked away in your gilded cage, guarded by Miguel. Safe from the world, from every threat but him.