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Scenario Prompt #7
Your protagonist takes a job as a night janitor. There is something off about the building they’re cleaning, but not in the way one would expect.
Can you do yandere scenario prompt #12 with narancia 🧡
sorry for the hiatus i think?? i don’t know if it was an hiatus, but um hiya im back! i luv this cute orange boy so here u go bae 🧡🫰
p.s sorry abt the ending i uh, yeah 🥹
Yandere Narancia x Reader
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The wisps of the wind blew through the opened window, the mint green drapes flowing almost majestically with the current flow of air. It was dark yet a clear night, the stars shining down onto the city of Naples gracing the building with a glowing shimmer. The waxing gibbous moon gave off an appearance of a full moon, yet it was so deceiving that others wouldn’t have noticed unless they looked really close. Purple eyes glistened, the moon turning them into a sparkling lavender hue as they stared upon the beauty of the moon.
A figure laid limp on the bed, light snores and puffs of air coming from their resting body. The figure in the room continued to stare at the sky through the window, a chair pulled up right to the windowsill. Sitting towards the backrest of the chair, they rested their head on their right hand as they carried on with their stargazing.
“Don’t you wish you could see the stars with me? The sky is beautiful, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it like this.”
Narancia sighed and slumped in the chair. His heartbeat thumping from the adrenaline and risk of being caught. Even though he knew he would never, the thought still played a role in his subconscious. He couldn’t afford to be caught, it was too soon, too soon to confess his undying love for the girl he encountered a mere month ago. It was getting harder day by day to continue sneaking out with the growing tension throughout Passione. Sure he wasn’t an high ranked official, but he wasn’t stupid enough to not know unlike Fugo’s opinion.
He was young yet it wasn’t wrong to dream of the future that would eventually come. The small scenarios and dreams gave Narancia a reason to smile at night and continue to help Bucciarati anyway possible.
Glancing over towards the sleeping girl, he slowly walked over and hovered over her peaceful face. It was times like this Narancia wondered if she dreamed of the same things he dreamt of. How she was lucky to sleep so peacefully without the worries he and his comrades had placed on his shoulders. He wanted to make the world a better place for people here even though he had no such power. Even if his stand wasn’t as powerful as Giorno’s or potent like Fugo’s, he tried his best to do as much as he could.
Reaching out softly, he took her hand in his slender calloused ones. Giving it a small squeeze, he smiled and gave a light hearted giggle. His eyes wander over her form, drinking in his one and only future lover. Narancia couldn’t help but imagine the day where he could do this and lay next to her sleeping form, cuddling soaking up the warmth both of their bodies would create. A ring would be present on her ring finger and the two would live in a well-to-do apartment made for people of the upper class.
Soon before they knew it, there would be tiny children made of the both of them running around and causing chaos the two would have to tend to. He would give his children the life they deserved, not the life he was forced into at such a young age. Narancia would make sure to take extra care of his ‘wife’ making sure she wouldn’t end up just like his mother leaving him and his father wrecked in despair.
Narancia began to hum one of his western favorites and tore his gaze towards the sky. They would sit on the balcony, together, and stare upon the same sky in each other's embrace. No more lonely nights, only nights filled with peace with only them being the other human beings in the world.
The ticking of the clock brought him out of engaging thoughts. Looking towards the clock, he let out a disappointed sigh. He had to go head back towards the shared apartment where his teammates rested. When Bucciarati rises in power would be the day that the two of you would start your new lives together.
Slipping his hand out yours, he immediately felt the warmth of his hand. The clamminess of his becoming cold from the intrusive wind. Adjusting your covers neatly back upon you, he took his leave.
Someday he hoped, someday he hoped to break this vicious cycle of a memory. For now he laid in a bed of flowers, wishing the day of both your futures would soon come.
👀
Someone finally snaps.
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