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gidget36 · 2 months ago

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Yandere Erasermicnight x Reader Royal AU:

Before you say anything, I didn’t copy anyone. Some of your powers came from some of your relatives

Name: Y/n Rose Aizawa-Yamada

Powers: ( Y/n) Erasure,teleportation, elemental, mind- reading, eye of the angel,crystal,shape shifting, summon,lullaby ,Voice, Somnambulist, telekinesis and phoenix.

Aizawa: Erasure and Telekinesis

Hizashi: Voice and Lullaby

Nemuri: Somnambulist and Crystal

You’ve always known that you were different from your family because you have blue eyes and blonde hair with a black streak and purple tips. Your fake mom has green eyes and brown hair while your fake dad has brown eyes and blonde hair. Your younger sister Daisy looks just like her dad. The parents are very abusive towards you and they love their daughter .Why, you might ask? Because you have magic powers and they are very worried that you will hurt them and your sister hates you so you and her don’t get along.They own a bakery that makes the most delicious pastries, cookies, candies, cakes and other delicious items in town.The Royal Ball is coming up soon and the family was invited. You’re already making dresses for you, your sister ,her mom along with a suit for her dad. You’re a little bit of a designer but your family doesn’t know. You are also making sure that your little sister’s dress is very comfortable so that it doesn’t itch. The night before the ball, you finished the outfits around 9:00“ Finally done, I hope they love their new clothes” you said to yourself . You wrapped each of the outfits up and left them in their bedrooms with a note on them. You put yours in the closet then went to bed.

What each outfit looks like:

Suit:

Dresses and hair:( third and fourth picture is your outfit and hair)

Meanwhile at the castle:

King Shouta ,his husband and his wife were settling down into bed for the night when King Hizashi spoke “ do you think that our daughter will be at the ball tomorrow night?” He asked. Queen Nemuri responded “ I hope so, it’s been 2 years since we’ve seen her, I hope she’s okay. Her powers must have already started to show. Her kidnappers will pay for taking her away from us.”She replied. “ Alright now, let’s get some rest, and when tomorrow night ends, our daughter will be back in our arms again” King Shouta said as he laid down and closed his eyes. They all said good night and went to bed.

The next day:

The parents got up and went to get dressed and then they saw two packages on their dresser. “ What’s this?” The man asked. “ I’m not sure honey, my guess is that these are our outfits for the ball tonight.” His wife replied. “ look, there’s a note on them” he said as he took the note off of the package.

What the note says:

“Here are your outfits for the ball tonight, I made them extra special for you. I hope you like them” -Y/n

“ So Y/n made these for us?” The man asked himself. “ How sweet of her. I wonder if she made a dress for her sister?” The woman said. Meanwhile, you’re already up and starting to get ready for the day. After getting ready, you went to wake up your bratty sister. After waking her up, you went downstairs and had some toast and orange juice for breakfast.After cleaning up your mess, you went to your room and made the bed. The day went as normal, the parents were working in the bakery and you were playing with your little sister because her parents made you . The night came and everyone started to get ready for the ball. ( use your imagination to see makeup, accessories and shoes and see above for outfit and hair style.)And when we arrived it was… slightly overwhelming, yeah sure, the aesthetic of the place was gorgeous, crystal chandeliers, golden thrones, ball gowns, just beautiful. “ Okay, you little brat, behave yourself and don’t embarrass us”. But once we got over the flare of it, the parents were just talking to a bunch of old ladies who like their cookies, and You’ve been holding a fruity drink that you couldn’t tell if you liked, and sitting down in the corner of the room, boredly counting the tiles at your feet with your sister in your lap.

“I NOW ANNOUCE, THE ROYAL FAMILY OF (NAME)” an echoing voice sounded throughout the large ballroom, and everything went silent. Eyes were held directly on the door, and immediately everyone was bowing down on the floor, so naturally, you placed your sister down and threw yourself on the ground with them, no way in hell you were getting executed for disrespect, as others had in the past. Then the doors opened, and in walked three figures, eyes searching the crowd for a certain someone. Yes, you. I’m sure you are wondering why, because you are their only child and they are still looking for you. The one time where they could finally snatch you up without raising suspicion would be in these balls, in reality, they hated them, it was just a bunch of poor people trying to get on their “good side” to get a handout, or a favor, or a bragging stone. They don’t have a good side though, that’s reserved for you, and you only.

“Yes, yes. We must thank you all for coming on this fine night, and we hope you enjoy the luxury of our castle, exploration Is allowed, we will ask you all to stay out of any upstairs units, and the west wing, as this is our personal spaces, and that must not be impeded on. With that, have a great night at our annual ball!” King mic announced, his voice carrying through the room, and so everybody (including you) got up from their bowing positions. “ Daisy stay with your mom and dad,I’m going to go to the garden, okay?” “ whatever🙄” She went to her parents and you left to go outside. “God dangit, too many hallways” you muttered under your breath, making your way down the left hallway, turns out you wandered pretty far after a little while, You’d made it all the way to the garden. Which was all the way on the left side, far, far away from where you originally started. You took a moment to admire the scenery, the flowers, the butterfly’s, the stars, everything. Wow… it’s amazing, just genuinely, amazing. One of your favorite flowers, lilac was found almost all around you ,and it smelled, so, so, good, Like someone had just sprayed the most amazing perfumes all around you . You walked around the garden and saw the swing where your mother would push you in when you were a small baby and you saw the flowers that you and the gardener planted when you were little “ They took care of the flowers when I was gone. I miss you Mom and Dad and papa”You said tears running down your cheeks.You didn’t notice that you were being followed. You started to sing the song that your mom sang to you and your magic started to awaken and twirl around you and two pairs of angel wings came out of your back and Aizawa was watching and he teared up knowing you were his long lost daughter. You remember that you needed to get back so you headed to the castle. In your running you hadn’t realized the tall figure standing there, you bumped into him your dress swayed heavily behind you at the slow stop, and your breath hitched seeing who it was… holy shit you just bumped into the king aka your dad . “I-uh- your highness, my apologies” you spluttered out, straightening up and trying to compose yourself , just for one moment. Aizawa almost melted right there. “What’s a little thing like you doing out here? All alone? Are you alright dear?” He questioned, bending down to meet your height, oh Cmon, how come whenever you just calm yourself down, that someone asks you if you’re okay? You’re obviously not, so why even ask? With that, you broke down, you tried to keep it in, you really did, but then a few whimpers came out, along with a few stray tears, and then the whole waterworks started. A sob left your lips, and you almost fell to the ground, but Aizawa was able to catch you before it could happen. You wrapped your arms around his neck and sobbed “ Daddy!! I missed you” you cried. Aizawa started to stroke your head and back as you sobbed into his shoulder “ I missed you too baby girl, just let it out, let it all out sweetie” He cooed. It’s a father’s job to comfort their little daughter when she’s crying, or upset. He noticed bruises and burns on your arms and legs and he was raging mad but he calmed down so he wouldn’t scare you.You both headed back inside as it was starting to rain. You didn’t notice that you had company and she was not happy.

Meanwhile in the ballroom:

Daisy was with her parents when she got bored and started to walk away from them and explore the place. She walked into the second hallway and saw the king holding you in his arms while rocking you . She got very angry at that “ Why is she getting attention from the king and not me?!?!, There’s no way that she is the princess!!!”” Daisy thought to herself as she stormed back into the ballroom. You were too busy playing with your dad’s hair and trying to calm down to notice. You had cried yourself out. Daisy and her parents came over and saw you in the king’s arms “ Your majesty, thank you for finding our daughter but we will be taking her back.” They said trying to take you from him. You clung onto him tighter and snuggled closer to him than before . Aizawa looked at you and asked what happened “ Daddy, don’t let them take me. They’re the ones who hurt me.” You whispered. Aizawa held you tighter to his chest and glared at the family in front of him. “ So you two are the ones that took our daughter away from us 2 years ago and to make matters worse, you hurt her?!?!” Shouta angrily said . “ Honey, what’s going on” Queen Nemuri said hearing the commotion as she walked over with Hizashi behind her when they saw you in Shouta’s arms . “ My baby girl” she whispered as you looked up spotting them and reached out towards them . “ Mama, Papa” you called out to them making grabby hands. Shouta loosened his grip on you and handed you to Nemuri who takes you into her arms and holds you close to her chest as you lay your head on her shoulder. Hizashi walks over to you and strokes your head and holds you and Nemuri gently in his arms. “ My princess, I am so happy to finally have you back in my arms.” Nemuri said softly as she held you very gently.She smiled softly as you snuggled into her chest. “ Oh right, Shouta what were you yelling about earlier???” Hizashi asked. “ These people are the ones that took our daughter away from us and to make matters worse,they hurt her!!!” Aizawa said angrily. “ What?!?! Guards!!” Hizashi yelled , covering your ears first. Three to five guards arrived and bowed “ You called for us, your majesty?” The head guard responded as they lifted their heads spotting you in the Queen’s arms. “ I see that the princess has returned. Welcome home your highness” one of the guards said. Hizashi takes you from Nemuri as he wanted to hold you. “ Take these people to the dungeon on the charge of kidnapping our daughter ,the princess!!! And call for a doctor to treat her wounds!!!”Hizashi said angrily holding you close as you had passed out in exhaustion. “ Of course your majesty.” The head guard replied and grabbed the father as one of the other guards grabbed the mother and the child and dragged them out. “ Let me go you ruffians!!” The mother screamed.

A few minutes later and you were changed into a nightgown and resting on a soft bed. The doctor was called and started to treat your wounds. You had bruises and burns everywhere. He finished and stood up and bowed to your parents “ She’s all right now and her wounds will heal in a few days time. She seems to be a bit malnourished but she should recover soon your majesty. Please apply this cream every day and night for a week.” the doctor said as he straightened up , took out some burn cream from his bag and handed it to your mom then he packed his medical bag and took his leave. “ She doesn’t deserve this honey , honestly what did she do to them to deserve this treatment?!?”Queen Nemuri said as she sat at your bedside. “ I don’t know dear, but hopefully we can find out but for now let’s focus on our daughter.” King Shouta replied sitting on the bed with his wife and husband. He stroked your hand and held it in his own. You unconsciously tightened your hand around his and your mother’s as she was holding your other hand in hers. “ Daddy , Mama papa don’t go…” you mumbled starting to thrash and breathe heavily. Hizashi immediately took action and held you close to his chest as Shouta and Nemuri cuddled up to him and started to stroke your hair and back. You awoke with a scream and looked around the room spotting your parents on the bed as Nemuri started to sing to you. “ Hey hey hey baby girl, we’re right here with you and we won’t leave you I promise” Hizashi whispered holding your hands in his as Shouta stroked your head “ Your papa is right,we will never leave you again ” Shouta said as you snuggled into your papa’s chest. Nemuri’s lullaby helped you to calm down and relax.Your eyes closed as you fell back asleep snuggled up under your blankets as your parents looked at you with love. “ I think we should let her sleep” Nemuri whispered moving to stand up when she felt your hand in hers squeezing it. “ I guess we can stay here and sleep” Shouta said as he got comfortable as well as Hizashi who was lying down with you on his chest. ‘“ Okay, you win” Nemuri said defeated as she got back into the bed and laid down next to you. Sweet dreams everyone” Shouta said as he falls asleep. Soon everyone is asleep cuddling up to each other. ( use your imagination to see what I mean)

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ifyougoillfollow · 1 year ago

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as we sink into the open sea

M/F, Gen | QPR MicNight | 1720 words | Selkie AU CW: Depiction of Suicide Attempt (non-graphic)

On the eve of his nineteenth birthday, Yamada Hizashi walks into the ocean and comes back with a wife.

Please understand, that wasn't his intention. Yamada Hizashi is not the kind of man to believe in tales of sirens and sea wives, and he is especially not the kind of man with dreams of snaring one for himself. He is, in point of fact, not a man of any dreams at all. Not anymore.

So he walks into the ocean, figuring that if he can't find the will to keep dreaming, then he can at least find some peace at last. He finds a wife, instead.

Or rather, she finds him.

She finds him as his body hits the sea floor, at the very moment the first wave of doubt rolls over him in one fell, unrelenting swoop, much too late for him to do anything about it. He's so overcome with it he doesn't think much of the figure that glides out of the ocean murk and sidles right up to him. Wide, shark-bright eyes peer at him, so close they fill up his entire swimming, pin-pricking vision, and all Hizashi can think about is how soon he's going to die, and how he’s not so sure he wants to die after all, and how little what he wants matters in this final moment, as in all the rest before it, and then the figure places one cold hand on his colder cheek and kisses him. She's all Hizashi can think of, then.

She's dark-haired and beautiful. And strong. And a good swimmer, too, but that's to be expected. She drags him back to shore, lips locked tight over his the whole way, and she doesn't let go until his lungs are clear of ocean brine.

Hizashi lies there, alive and silent on the cold, wet sand for a good while after. Long enough for the first hint of morning blue to blush over the horizon. The sea maiden lies with him, just as alive, just as silent, and infinitely more at ease. Cozied right up to his side, as if she belongs there, seemingly content to remain there for however long Hizashi has left on this Earth now that she's saved him. Try as he might, he can't figure out whether he's grateful or not. He does, however, remember his manners, on occasion, so when he finally finds his voice again, he uses it to thank her.

"You're welcome," the sea maiden replies. There's laughter in her voice. Hizashi doesn't know what there is to laugh about, though he finds himself wishing she'd actually done so, just so he could hear it. He used to love laughter. Impossibly, he still does.

Yamada Hizashi had a knack for making people laugh, once. It was all he knew how to do, really. He doesn't know much of anything now, least of all how to make the sea maiden in his arms laugh, so he says nothing.

The sea maiden in his arms says nothing either, at first, for just long enough Hizashi startles when she does speak: "Is that it?"

"Pardon?"

"Is that all you're going to say?"

"... Is there more I should be saying?"

"There must be." There it is again – the laugh in her voice. "You don't strike me as the quiet type in the least."

That's what it is – she's teasing him. It's much too familiar to do anything but rankle. "Listen, Miss –”

She snorts. "Nemuri."

"Listen –” his face burns as he realizes that's her given name, and he refuses to say it "– listen, I'm grateful to you for saving me and all, but you don't know anything about me."

She peels away from his side. "Liar."

"Pardon?"

"You're not grateful at all," she grunts through an impressive stretch, current-strong arms flung upward and out towards the heavens. She's wearing a sealskin cape and nothing else, and is so unembarrassed by it Hizashi can't muster up any on her behalf. She winks at him. "But you will be," she adds. Then: "Take off your clothes."

"Pardon?"

This time she does laugh – seagull-like – loud and sharp and to the point. "Well, I don't know much about land folk, but it's my understanding you don't handle being wet all that well."

Hizashi wraps his arms around himself, scowling. "I'll be fine."

"Suit yourself."

The sea maiden stands – or at least tries to. She heaves herself upward in a motion that would probably be fluid underwater, then loses her balance, toppling backwards onto the sand, rump first. The sight of her glaring down at her legs is almost enough to pull a laugh out of Hizashi.

"Stupid things," she grumbles, kicking up sand.

Hizashi does laugh, then, which is a mistake. The sea maiden stands, suddenly sure-footed in her indignation, and uses her newfound mastery over her lower appendages to kick sand in his direction.

Hizashi cannot stop laughing. He laughs until his new companion loses interest in burying him under sand. He laughs until the sun finally frees itself from under the weight of the horizon. He laughs until he almost forgets he just tried to kill himself.

When he's all laughed out, the sea maiden is still there. Sitting across from him, hands and feet planted firmly in the sand, peering at him with a smile so dry it's a wonder she doesn't hail from land herself.

Without a word, she stands again, solid and steady, all remaining traces of sea legs gone, and hauls Hizashi to his own significantly less steady feet. While he's still reeling from... all of it – the strength of her hands around his, the seafoam-salt smell of her filling his impossibly pumping lungs, the laughter still clanging through every hollow part of him – the sea maiden takes her sealskin cape and drapes it over Hizashi's shoulders.

It's soft and musky and so warm it feels more alive than he does, but, most of all, it's heavy.

Hizashi tries to shrug it off. "Thanks," he says stiffly, "but I said I'm fine."

"I heard you," says the sea maiden, rearranging the cape around him.

"I don't need it."

"I know."

She fastens the cape closed around his neck, patting his chest firmly. It's so long it covers Hizashi all the way down to his shins. On her, it must have just brushed over the sand at her feet. The uncanny warmth of it doesn't seep even as the seafront breeze hits it, makes it flap and flutter around him in a heavy, even bump-bump, bump-bump beat. Nothing could ever hope to reach him past that beat and that warmth.

"I don't want it, either," he lies, because he has to, because he's never known what to do in the face of so much want, because he's always wanted too many things, and he's wanted them too much.

"Neither do I," says the sea maiden, breezy as the morning. "Maybe we should leave it here, lying around. I'm sure no one else would find it, if we hid it well enough."

Hizashi blanches at the thought. He may not be the kind of man to believe in tales of sea wives, but he has heard enough of them to be wary of the kind of man who does. He fumbles for the clasp at the base of his throat. "Just take it back. Go home."

"Hm, I don't think so." She sidesteps his attempts to foist the cape back onto her, walking away backwards, hands clasped behind her head. "I think I'll stick around here for awhile. Explore the land realm. It seems exciting."

Hizashi chases after her, cape held out like a net. "It isn't."

She twirls away again. "Liar."

"It's too exciting, then. Dangerous."

"So is the ocean – didn't stop you from walking into it."

"That was –" Hizashi falters, loses his footing "– different," he finishes lamely, hands fisted in the sand-soiled cape caught under his knees.

The sea maiden stands over him. "You're right," she says, "that was different – I'm not going into this trying to die. I'd say that alone makes my odds of survival look pretty swell, don't you think?"

Hizashi stares up at her, looming tall against the dawn sky, so tall she dwarves the rising sun itself, and has no doubt she'd survive even the drying of all seven seas if it meant she got to live.

"You're naked," he says, because he's running out of arguments, and the will to keep making them.

"I wouldn't be if you gave me your clothes,” she shoots back, “I gave you mine, didn't I? It would only be fair."

The cape is velvet-smooth as Hizashi slides it out from under himself, warmer still from the heat of his body and the sun-washed sand, which slides off of it like ocean spray from mossy seaside cliffs. His sea maiden – Nemuri – takes it from him and helps him back to his feet. She folds it over her arm, as if merely holding on to it for the moment, and arches an expectant eyebrow at him.

Sighing, Hizashi shrugs off his coat. "Yes,” he relents, “I suppose it would only be fair."

On the dawn of his nineteenth birthday, Yamada Hizashi walks into town with nothing but a sealskin cape on his back and a wife.

Or so the townsfolk like to tell it, because the townsfolk love a good fairy tale romance almost as much as they love to pity him. In time, they will come to pity him even this moment and his sea-wild wife, as outrageous as she is beautiful, as the very ocean itself, and Yamada Hizashi will do what he has always done in the face of undue pity, which is to laugh in it and continue loving whoever and whatever he loves, in whichever way he sees fit.

But that will come later. For now, in the rosy light of a dawn he never planned to see, Hizashi walks into town beside Nemuri, the sea maiden who saved his life – the woman who will be called his wife and be so much more – and is content enough to have finally figured out he’s grateful, even if he has yet to figure out much else. The rest will follow, he’s sure, in good time and – even better – good company.

#yamada hizashi #present mic #kayama nemuri #midnight #micnight #qpr micnight #i wrote a thing #mermay #cw: suicide #it feels weird adding such a heavy content warning given that this is not a heavy story overall but better safe than sorry #anyway surprise mermay fic everyone!#it's me i'm everyone #this fic blindsided me ngl but i quickly grew obsessed with it and needless to say i got Lore #lore that i refused to even hint at in the fic because i Do Not need any more long form wips and i do love me a good one-shot #but who knows maybe one day i'll revisit this au i do so love it #also decided to post the whole fic here instead of just doing my usual ao3 link thingy because i recently locked my fics to registered user #-only because of the whole ai fuckery going around lately which y'know sucks #but this way anyone who wants to read it but doesn't have an ao3 account can do so through here so hopefully that helps #anyway #enjoy loves <3

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