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Cool, we figured, but I just wanted to make sure! We're thinking yan! Aiden x good at the game reader. Like the reader has at least iron armor, and definitely has a Dimond sword. Aiden is such a pathetic wet cat of a man, that's trying to look cool for us, but WERE just messing it up by saving him from danger. Lol

I'd imagine that he'd at some point, would take our sword and turn it on us to keep us.

Who is your favorite character? I'd imagine you'd write for them more out of any other character :]

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Yandere!Aiden x Pro!GN!Reader

a/n: I don't think I have a favorite character, but I do like a lot of characters! Ivor (prolly would be top 1), Lukas, Petra, Magnus.. also i dont think i followed your prompt exactly, my bad😔 aiden's quite difficult to write,, i js hope it's at least close to canon,, if not, Im so SORRY 😭

[words: 2251] this turned out longer than i expected. the quality of writing deteriorated halfway tho LOL also i used the "only one bed" trope ... erm

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The witherstorm has reached Aiden.

He clutched a fence, gasping, adrenaline coursing through his veins. The purple glow made everything appear bleak. Under the morose lighting, he grabbed block after block, trying to reach the godforsaken surface.

Aiden's eyes widened in dread, his desperation only growing, clawing at his chest. Despite his best efforts, his arms gave up on him.

He let go.

...

A sudden, forceful tug on his body jolted him awake, his breath rushing from his lungs. His ears rang so loudly it felt like he was plunged into silence.

"Come on," a muffled voice huffed. He struggled to understand. "Don't give up on me now."

Gentle yet firm arms lifted him, one supporting his back, the other under his legs. The world spun and bounced; the person was running.

His vision gradually sharpened, looking up to see your face.

...Oh.

It's you.

"We'll be safe here," you muttered, carefully setting him down on the soft grass. He groaned slightly at the motion. "Witherstorm's the opposite way."

You stood up and took a few steps away from him. With the witherstorm's back facing you, you could see all those floating objects... those floating people. You wished you could have saved them, but you understood it was far too dangerous.

Turning back, you made eye contact with the brunette. He stared at you in silence.

At least you saved one person.

He didn’t say anything. The moonlight unfortunately wasn't strong enough to reveal the flush on his face. Assuming he needed more time to process everything, you decided to act on your own. You began putting on your armor; you were in the middle of an open space, and it was nighttime, after all.

"That's..." The man suddenly spoke, his voice rough. You glanced at him with curiosity. "That's iron armor."

Interesting first words. You grinned while you put on your boots. "Mined it myself. Iron's more common than you think."

"And," he cleared his throat, "you saved me."

You gently smiled then walked over, sitting beside him. Iron armor never failed to feel uncomfortable. "How are you feeling?"

His small flinch didn't go unnoticed. "I'm fine."

You rested your eyes on him. He was avoiding eye contact—you knew that—but your mind wandered as you continued to watch him.

"Don't stare at me," he snapped, glaring at you. You pursed your lips as his eyes slowly looked up. "You can't just... zombie."

You raised a brow. "Zombie?"

"Zombie!" he yelped, grabbing your body and pushing you behind him. Aiden stood up, defensive, with a lift of his sword. He was only doing this because he really didn't want to owe anyone anything. This time, he was going to save you.

You were so confused. Not until you heard the faint groan of a zombie. Smiling, you pulled your sword from your inventory.

"So sneaky," you chuckled, gently pushing Aiden aside, who was confused beyond belief, and pierced your sword into the zombie's chest. "Why didn't I hear you?"

The zombie poofed, leaving behind a piece of rotten flesh. You picked it up.

"Hey! I had it!" Aiden growled. His eyebrows were furrowed in frustration. But when his eyes fell on your sword, his expression shifted to something more disturbed.

"...What the hell? Is that netherite?" he murmured, his nose scrunching.

"Yeah—"

"You really are a weirdo!" You paused at his words. "Honestly, what do you think you're doing?!"

"..."

Without warning, you pulled him toward you. He would have fallen on you if you hadn’t held him, quickly stabbing the zombie that had been right behind him.

"Let's not talk here," you whispered in his ear, causing shivers to run down his spine.

🔥 —

The fire crackled with life, casting a warm glow around the cave you found. You had just finished blocking off the entrance so mobs wouldn't be able to break through your wooden door.

Yet, you still stood beside it, peeking through the gaps. You took a deep breath.

"...I have to go back."

Aiden's eyes widened, his brows furrowing. He stood up abruptly. "What? And just leave me here?!"

You pinched between your eyebrows. "It's better to leave now than wait! What if there are survivors?! Mobs are crawling all over the place!"

"Exactly! It's too risky!" he snarled, stepping in front of you. His gaze at you was fierce, as if daring you to challenge him. "Look, first thing in the morning, I'll go with you. Just not now, alright?"

Your eyes narrowed. "I can go without you."

"What about me, then?" he shot back. "Saving me would've been pointless. Creepers could easily blow this place up. Better safe than sorry."

"You haven't exactly been the nicest company," you admitted, crossing your arms. You looked away with a bite of your inner cheek. "But whatever. Fine. You've got solid points anyway."

Walking away from him, you plopped a seat next to the campfire. At least the fire was still burning strong, its warmth pleasantly nibbling at your skin.

Aiden followed your steps and sat on the opposite side of the fire. He crossed his legs, his gaze fixed on you. You stared back, though probably a bit more nervously than him—not that you’d ever admit it out loud.

"So," he suddenly started, raising a brow. "Where'd you get it?"

You blinked. "Get what?"

He rolled his eyes. "Netherite. Not just anyone can have that."

Much to his dismay, you started chuckling. "True. I'll leave it to you to guess how I got it."

"That's not an answer," he groaned, visibly annoyed. "Honestly, nevermind. You always were a weirdo."

"Always?" you choked. "We’ve barely known each other for a day, dude. Why are you saying so many mean things?"

... He looked flabbergasted at your words.

"Hey. What's my name." His eyes were narrowed; he looked quite serious.

With a sheepish smile, you replied, "Um, should I know?"

You've been house neighbors for three whole years.

🍪 —

Something was covering Aiden's body.

His eyes slowly opened to the brightly lit cave, his hands reaching out to touch a smooth surface. Weird. He hadn't had a blanket when he fell asleep.

But you did.

Abruptly, he stood up, ignoring the black spots that crawled his vision as he rushed to the door. He threw it open, the sunlight greeting him, overwhelming his senses.

Right now, he literally couldn't see anything.

"Woah. Good morning." He heard your voice beside him. "Rough sleep or what?"

He turned to the sound of your voice, waiting for his vision to calm down. "You went somewhere."

Eventually, his sight adjusted, and he saw you shrugging. You were wearing your iron armor, scratched and damaged, with dark bags under your eyes. If anything, you looked kind of... cool.

"Sure did. Good news, though, I found survivors."

"You did?" His eyes widened slightly. The first thought that came to mind is that, hopefully, the ocelots would be there.

"A whole community of them, yeah," you nodded, pulling something out of your pocket. "Here, eat up before we go."

Aiden grabbed the cookie, glanced at you, and after a moment, he took a bite.

🌄 —

"How far away is it?? Are you telling me you went all the way out here and came back—"

You mustered a nervous grin, which only made Aiden even more uneasy.

"I, ah, don't actually know where it is," you mumbled, skimming anxiously over the map. "...They just said to keep heading in the direction of the sun."

"What?!" He inhaled sharply. "Does that mean the opposite direction or what? They can't be too far from Endercon!"

You pursed your lips. "You're right. But like you said, better safe than sorry."

Aiden stared at you. You stared back.

Then, without a word, he turned and started walking in the opposite direction. You flickered your gaze between the map and him.

"Aiden?"

The sound of his name, in your voice, made him stop.

"... What."

"You're going to fall off a cliff if you keep going that way."

...

Why is it that you always seem to find ways to shatter his pride and ego?

⛺ —

You finally arrived at the shelter.

Aiden separated from you, which was understandable, he was most likely looking for his friends or family. You, on the other hand, spoke with the head of the place to make arrangements.

"The scouts?" you asked.

She nodded. "Yes, and we have different roles. Some search for survivors, and others gather supplies."

What a noble effort. You're definitely going to join.

"The guy who came with you earlier, he's with you, right?" the lady asked, gesturing toward Aiden.

His voice could be heard from across the lobby. "Anyone seen a dumb blonde with a long nose?? Or a stupid-looking—"

You watched him quietly, arms crossed. It seemed like he hadn't had any luck finding his friends.

After getting no positive replies, Aiden glanced around the room, searching for anyone who might have answers. His eyes landed on you.

You weakly smiled when your eyes met.

With a roll of his eyes, he walked over and stood silently next to you, staring at the floor.

"I'm sure we'll find them soon," you reassured.

The lady coughed.

"Oh, sorry," you said, turning to her. "I would also like to request a room for Aiden."

🌃 —

Unfortunately, due to the lack of available rooms, you and Aiden had to share one. To make matters worse, the room was awkwardly small. He didn't look happy at all. Aggravated, even.

You couldn't say you didn't expect this. Food was already scarce enough as it was.

The worst part? There was only one bed.

"Welp, goodnight," you exclaimed, rolling over to your side—the one that didn't require you to face him.

Your roommate only groaned in response. Not much else to say, and not much else to expect, you supposed.

You slept.

Aiden stayed awake.

He merely stared at the ceiling. All kinds of negative thoughts are visiting his mind, overwhelming him.

Honestly. What was he supposed to do now?

The witherstorm was still out there. It could return at any moment. His family was gone. Lukas and the Ocelots were nowhere to be found.

What, what, what-

Suddenly, something landed on his face, jolting him out of his spiraling thoughts.

He pushed it off, only to realize it was your hand. Well. Okay. This was totally normal for a weirdo like you.

Speaking of you...

Aiden couldn’t help but hate how dependent he’d become on you.

It was painfully irritating—

He felt your leg settle on his, subtly trying to wrap itself around him.

Alright. You're a messy sleeper, aren't you?

... Then, another kind of warmth wrapped itself around his waist. Now you were fully hugging him.

His eyelids drooped halfway. Aiden didn't even bother trying to fight back. He had no energy left for that.

Instead, he let himself embrace your touch. Not like anyone would know anyway.

Slowly, he drifted off to sleep.

🛤️ —

It's cold.

Aiden woke up, sitting up hastily when he realized you were gone.

His eyes scanned the room for you before he decided to stand up and reach for the door—

"There'll be an expedition in a while. Will you be coming with?"

That sounded like the lady from yesterday. She stood on the other side of the closed door.

"Of course," and that was your... voice. You were agreeing to something. "How long does it usually take again?"

"It depends on your trip. The longest can take about a week, give or take."

"...Ah. Okay. No worries," you eventually replied.

... Aiden's eyebrows furrowed.

You were going to leave him?

🗡️ —

"Oh, good morning," you smiled, placing the tray of food on the table. You looked at Aiden, who was sitting on your side of the bed.

"I bought some food. I already ate, so-"

Without warning, the very tip of your netherite sword was pointed at you. It was almost threatening—if only you hadn’t noticed the slight tremor in the blade. You raised a confused brow at the motion.

Your eyes followed the edge of the sword along the hand until they landed on its holder.

Aiden was pointing your sword at you.

"What are you doing?" you deadpanned. "That's not yours to take, Aiden."

The way you said his name shoved unwanted chills down his spine.

"... You're planning to leave?" he asked, his eyebrows knitting together.

You really didn't like where the conversation was heading.

"Hey, you can stay here with the others. You'll be safe—"

"No!" His grip on the sword shook violently, his eyes widening with panic. "I won't feel safe. You won't be here with me."

You stammered, backing yourself against the table. "Careful, Aiden. How about you come with me? That's—"

"No, no, I don't want to go back there," he whimpered, his entire demeanor faltering.

A frown settled on your face. With this show of weakness, you only saw this as a chance.

With the tip of your finger, you placed it on the flat side of the sword and gently pushed it down. Aiden stared at you wordlessly, his eyes wide.

"Look, I won't change my mind about going, but if you come with me, I promise I will protect you with my life."

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