#yandere magnificent century x reader

[gulnarsultan]

Hello! can you please make yandere platonic şehzade cem (son of fatih sultan mehmet) x only daughter reader?

Platonic father Şehzade Cem and only daughter reader.

~ You were the last child of Şehzade Cem and Gülşirin Hatun, the first and only daughter. You had three older brothers. When you were born, your father Şehzade Cem was very happy. Festivities were organized for days in honor of your birth.

~ During your infancy, your father Cem would often carry you in his arms. Unlike many other princes, he was very careful about being a father to you. When you turned five and started taking lessons, your father was very emotional. He was quickly growing the little baby.

~ He would go out to the garden with you and play games. He would bring you lots of gifts from the places he went. He would call you every young person and ask you to tell him how your day went. He would always listen to you carefully when you talked.

~ When you got sick, your father would worry a lot. He had developed paranoia about losing you because of your illness. He was very careful about your health. And he always tried so hard to make sure you were healthy and happy.

~ Like every Prince, your father Cem's had a dream of ascending to the throne. However, he wanted to seize the throne for you the most. If he ascended to the throne, he could give you a magnificent life using all the means at his disposal.

~ He would never consider marrying you off. You would always remain his little girl. In the version where he could not ascend to the throne, maybe after your father died, your platonic uncle Sultan Selim would take you under his wing. Maybe your cousin Prince Suleyman would develop yandere tendencies towards you. (🤭🤗)

[ozzgin]

I'm the anon who asked if your requests are open and i got busy assignments + presentations that i almost forgot about the request but now i remembered and it's based on my dream i saw that night..

How about a vampire who lost his relic (presumably a ring) and reader happens find it and tries it on, now the vampire is all panicking because guess what? That was a betrothal relic and it has binded the vampire's soul with the one of reader. They can't pull it out/take it of.. oh well, now they are stuck and obviously the vampire hates the idea of being stuck with a pesky human but hey they are kinda stupid..? How tf they tripped on thin air? Or how they are still alive even after being food poisoned 5 times a month? Vampire is now babysitter for his human *sighs * what has he gotten himself in..

(Please add yandere elements later on, my brain stoopid but i want a hot Victorian era vampire being obsessed with me ^^ muah!)

(I'm sorry this is so lengthy TT)

Yandere! Vampire x Reader

Featuring a ridiculously lucky Reader who constantly manages to escape a Vampire's assassination attempts. Did someone order a supernatural edition of enemies to lovers?

Content: gender neutral reader, obsessive behavior, mentions of stalking, romcom

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"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" your friends gasp in unison, eyes fixated on the fallen ceramic pot that scarcely missed you, now laying shattered at your feet. You laugh reassuringly and wave your hand in dismissal. "It's the fifth time it happens today. Maybe there's a storm coming?"

From within the shadows, menacing eyes glowing red follow your movements. "Damn it!" The mysterious man curses under his breath. He stares enviously at the bulky ring on your finger. The ring bearing his Family signet, where part of his very soul resides. It has stayed with him for centuries, and somehow, to his utmost shame, he lost it. By the time he rushed back to retrieve it, you were carelessly sliding it down your finger. He wanted to strangle the life out of you right then and there, but he felt it: the immediate surge of contractual power, dominating his will and holding him back from breaking your bones. "It's a little tacky, isn't it?" your friend remarked. You nodded in agreement and tried to remove it, but the metal band tightened around your skin, painfully constricting your digit. It was stuck. It was too late.

Now he has to rely on cheap trickeries like this one. Sure, he may not be able to directly plunge his fangs into your neck, but the bonding curse does not shield you from "accidents", you see. It would be a real shame if that flower pot was to land straight into your head, ending you instantly and thus breaking the connection with him. Except you simply refuse to die. A mystery, a paradox, one that enrages him to no end. It's almost as if the ring is bringing you fortune at the cost of his misery.

"Have you had any luck removing that ugly thing?" the person standing next to you mentions. The vampire lord grits his teeth at the blasphemous words. This is what's become of him: a deceitful buffoon, having to sit and listen to his inheritance being mocked relentlessly. He holds back the urge of shouting that thousands have bled to death in order to forge that magnificence. "Not at all", you respond idly. "I tried taking it to a jeweler, and she said she could try to cut it, but she ended up having a heart attack right in the middle of it. She didn't even look that old, maybe it runs in her family?"

Unbelievable. The thought of reclaiming his relic haunts every second of his day, to the point he's become your shadow. Stalking your every move, your every breath, observing his prey and waiting for an opportunity to strike. He can already picture that pathetic face of yours, twisting in pain, begging for-...huh. Well, look at that, you're reading one of his favorite books. Perhaps you do have a little taste, after all. It won't save you from your terrible fate, but he might skip the prolonged torture.

There's plenty of quotes out there about knowing your enemy in order to guarantee your victory, though one might wonder where the limit of such knowledge resides. Or what counts as useful to begin with. The vampire lord is presently wondering about this very aspect, as he mouths your coffee order from a distance. Less sugar, huh? You did mention losing your sweet tooth. He shakes his head indignantly. Absolutely not! The throb of his heart is fueled by raw hatred and nothing else. One of days he will savour your demise.

Your ridiculous luck might just end today. You've taken a shortcut on your way back home, and didn't expect a shady, burly man to block your exit. A perverted grin stains his face as he approaches you, twiddling with his pocket knife. "Alone at this hour?" You frown and try to find a way out, but the man suddenly begins to heave and convulse before your eyes, grasping at his chest as the skin shrivels and dries. He collapses at your feet, body wilted as if it's been emptied of its vitality. The Vampire Lord clicks his tongue.

To think he'd rush to rescue his sworn enemy, a pitiful mortal like you. He didn't even get the chance to consider the aftermath. You stare at the stranger, confused but observant. Pale skin, crimson eyes, unnaturally sharp canines...and the fact he just drained a living being into a bloodless corpse: everything hints to one possibility. "Are you by any chance a vampire?" you find yourself mumbling. "You must've graduated from Harvard with those deduction skills", he responds sarcastically.

Everything else unfolds in a haze. Wasn't he planning to kill you and retrieve his ring? When the hell did he offer to walk you home to avoid more creeps? Why is he twirling his hair sheepishly whenever you praise his demonic powers? Oh, but it gets worse: why did he suddenly feel the urge to kiss you before returning to his cursed lair? Why did he accept your invitation to spend the night at your place instead? One moment ago, he was doing his best to curse you off this Earth. Now he's tugging stray strands of hair away from your blushing, whining face, asking you if it hurts. Damned human.

"How did you know I like this? Have you been stalking me?" you joke, nudging your undead boyfriend and setting the gift aside. "More or less", he confesses with a yawn. He recalls all that time spent dutifully spying on your oblivious self. "You know, a human like you shouldn't be able to dodge death like that." He turns to you and scans your features. Then, abruptly embarrassed, he ruffles your hair to block you from noticing his blush. "I suppose my failure was the better outcome. It's not too bad, having you around."

[yandere-writer-momo]

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Yandere Afab Vampire x Afab Vampire Hunter Reader

For my dear friend @corvlth

Eclectic. Odd. Bizarre. Out of the box. Those were all ways one would describe Duchess Evaline Bohéme. She was known to be an eccentric artist who’d much rather spend her time painting than socializing with other nobles.

There was no point socializing with humans in her mind. It didn’t matter how many centuries went by or how often she changed her name, human nobles remained the same. Greedy and selfish.

Which made issues arise. She didn’t want to marry nor did she want to date. Evaline lost herself in her oil paintings, dedicating every fiber in her being to the vibrant colors and the soft contours of a figment of her imagination.

But that was until she met her. (Your name), the vampire hunter. A gruff and tenacious woman who took the social world by storm by being out of the norm. A woman doing a man’s job? It was unheard of… and it fascinated the duchess.

People underestimated the huntress because of her gender but Evaline didn’t. She could feel it from her place in the shadows that the huntress was far more capable than the hunters before her. So how could Evaline obtain her?

Evaline would sell out her brethren. If (your name) hunted all the other vampires, then (your name) would trust her. Maybe she’d open her heart to Evaline? The thought made the Duchess giddy.

Evaline watched (your name) from her perch of her bedroom window. Her violet eyes memorizing every part of the scarred huntress’s face. In Evaline’s eyes, she was the most magnificent creature she’s ever seen.

Evaline swore if she had a heartbeat, it would have stopped when they locked eyes. That her cheeks would blush a cherry red under the huntress’s strong gaze. She was enamored.

(Your name) took the small bag of gold from the butler. The huntress tipped the brim of her hat down as a sign of respect.

Evaline sunk to her knees, the wood splintered under her hands from the force she fell with when (your name) climbed on top of her horse and rode off.

Evaline wanted her… and Evaline would have her. Whether in this life or the next.

[venusaturns]

2, 3, 16, 18 for “Love Your Fandom” asks

I would like it if you answered about Magnificent Century but you don’t have to.

2. a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!

this is a slight way of avoiding this question bc half of mc is just the writers' headcanons and i can't remember any i wasn't sure about at first but i love the idea that nurbanu was like really into astrology and looked for her future in the stars i think its very fitting for her sdjdj one i absolutely hate though is those fans who think valide made mahidevran miscarry her child (because why would she do that to her fav daughter in law)

3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

@mc-critical and her amazing analysis on mahidevran had me go from being neutral regarding mahidevran to loving her after my last rewatch

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

that little scene in episode 12 when hatice scolded mahi and hurrem bc they acted inappropriately and valide never looked more proud in her life

18. a fandom tag that you track

i mostly just look through my fav blogs to see what the new discourse is, i rarely track tags😭 i think i tried it once and saw a yandere (character name) x reader and it traumatized me shjdjdjd

[giorno-plays-piano]

Crow's Marriage

Pairing: crow!Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: yandere-ish Peter, slight obsession, allusion to dubcon, nudity, stalking.

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Stumbling upon a young crow while taking a swim in the pond, you realize there's bound to be some misunderstanding between the two of you.

P.S. Both Peter and reader are adults.

Btw, I was feeling sick while writing it, please forgive me any mistakes 🥲

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Dropping down to the ground with a battered notepad in hand, you whistled as you gazed upon the magnificent Tree of Life in all its glory, its mighty branches spread so wide that they seemed to extend to the very sun, and its lush foliage almost completely covering the sky above you. Goosebumps ran down your spine. You have finally found the finest specimen of this rarest species, the Tree of Life some people believed went extinct ages ago.

This will be the most amazing discovery of the century, you thought as you started making quick notes before drawing a sketch of the tree, inhaling the heavenly aroma spread by the foliage - it smelled like mint, lemons, and freshly-mown grass. 

With a passion for botany you developed in your early childhood, you spent your adult years at the Royal Academy, devoting all your time to the study of rare species of plants and trees, wishing to find those elven berries and fae’s elder trees and wolfhooks by yourself. It took a long time to persuade both Academy’s professors and your family to acknowledge your trip to the wildlands and sponsor it - you were convinced you were about to make a fantastic discovery the moment you took a step outside of the kingdom’s border. Of course, you were very naïve that time, but you didn’t regret your journey even the slightest bit. If anything, it was an honor and the most exciting adventure you have ever had.

Besides, thankfully, with your funding you could afford staying in the hotels or renting a little cottage, so travelling became much less hard - there were days where you could kill for a bucket of warm water, but most of the time you stayed not too far from human or fair folk settlements, taking care of your earthly needs. Not that you remained being a hothouse flower kind of lady you were in the Academy, but you didn’t look wild either, and most fair folk treated your like a respectable traveler, much to your satisfaction.

Talking about satisfaction, you remembered an old elf saying there were several lovely little ponds near the mighty tree trunk where you could take a quick bath - thanks to the nature of the Tree of Life, the waters were warm, and many talked about their healing qualities. You were determined to figure it out yourself as you stood up from the ground, grunting from the pain in your sore back, and headed over to the tree, still a little unsure if it all weren’t a dream.

Finding Tree of Life... everybody would be talking about it the moment you submit your notes to the Head of Botany department.

The closer you were to the Tree, the easier it was for you to lift your feet off the ground. You had to fight the urge to write it down in your notepad, afraid the effect would disappear if you stopped paying attention to your surroundings. Gods, you were really there! You were standing near majestic Tree of Life, touching its trunk! The Tree was so enormously big that it would take you at least several hours to just walk around it, and you couldn't suppress a giggle as you imagined faces of your professors when you'd show them your drawings.

Come to think of it, a whole city could be hidden somewhere on its branches, covered by the foliage, you said to yourself, raising your head to stare somewhere up, searching for this invisible city you would fail to find, of course.

When you finally reached the ponds, pretty pools filled with nearly crystal-clear water, each pond separated by the large roots of the Tree, you could barely contain yourself, stripping and leaving your clothes on the huge grey stone before slipping into the warm water. It felt heavenly, just like you expected it to be. No bath with milk, rose petals, and pink salt could even compare to this little pond with its shiny waters: you could swear they warmed up when you stepped inside as if the Tree itself was granting you comfort after your long journey. Truly, you had never stumbled upon anything as magnificent and magical.

It was hard to tell how much time you spent in the pond, washing away the sweat and dirt and giving a much deserved break to your sore body. You never admitted it to anyone, but your travel was tiring you beyond measure. Staying here even for a couple of days sounded like having a little vacation. In the end, you still had to complete your research, so it wouldn’t be a waste, anyway.

As you lied in the warm waters, surrounded by pretty water lilies and being deep in your thoughts, you almost missed the sound of flapping wings somewhere behind you, only opening your eyes when you heard someone’s quiet laugh.

There was a man standing on a large grey stone where you left your clothes and a bag you carried. He wore clothes of shiny black leather made so well that any tailor in the capital would turn green with envy at the sight of a jacket and pants fitting so snugly at the body of this stranger. But it wasn’t his clothes that riveted your gaze, but the huge, coal-black wings behind his back - they were so big you wondered how come you didn’t hear the man flying down to you. 

Damn, you were in deep, deep trouble, you thought as the man gave you a toothy grin, watching you humbly covering yourself with your palms as much as you could.

“Don’t hide,” he told you with a predatory smile, getting down on his knee and staring at you intently. “You’re pretty.”

He had a handsome face, and his quaint dark eyes changed color as he moved his head, turning either deepest shade of black or amber yellow, like a tiger's. The young man was slim and tall, and apart from the giant wings and his eyes, he looked very human to you, much more human than any of the fair folk. Who was he? Was he living somewhere on the branches of the Tree of Life, hidden by its leaves? Judging by young man's mighty wings, he could easily fly to its top.

“I-I am sorry to bother you,” you mumbled, ashamed of meeting a local in such circumstances, “b-but could you hand me my clothes, please?”

The man cocked his head to the side as if considering your request. Judging by the fact he was completely clothed, it was unlikely his kind preferred walking around naked. But then again, he was certainly a male, and you had no idea if the females of his kind would wear anything at all. It might be the case, actually, since the stranger picked up your garments and, instead of handing them to you, threw them somewhere to the tree, making it impossible for you to reach them unless you left the pond, completely bare.

You gasped, trying to hide in the water from his gaze. Maybe he looked like a decent human, but he certainly didn’t behave like one.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you my clothes instead,” he smiled, taking off his leather jacket with ease since his wings just slipped through the fabric as if by magic, and then extending it to you, waiting patiently until you moved in his direction, praying that he didn’t see your breasts or other parts of your body beneath water.

Was it some kind of local tradition to share their clothes with a stranger? Although it was a little suspicious, you didn't find it in you to argue, happy to have anything at all to cover yourself up - the man was eager to watch you, very much unbothered by your naked form. Apparently, his kind had different rules of decency compared to yours.

"I am Peter of Eastern Crows," the stranger said, smiling, inviting you to come closer as you nervously took a step forward, water dripping from your body as you covered yourself with your palms. "What's your name, woman?"

There was something animalistic in the way he called you a woman, but you decided to let it go, unaware of local customs. In the end, it was you who was in the wrong, barging in his territory without figuring out who lived there. Of course, you knew goblins often settled close to the Tree of Life, and you were prepared to meet them, but you could never imagine to stumble upon a flock of magic crows.

Hopefully, you didn’t make Peter angry with your careless actions, jumping in the pond before asking for his permission.

Telling him your name, you quickly snatched his jacket and pulled it on, feeling rather uncomfortable - you were drenched, and leather did little to absorb water, making you feel rather odd. Besides, the jacket was too short to hide your private parts, and you were left half-naked, regardless, meaning you had to keep timidly covering yourself with your hands.

But before you demanded him to hand you over your pants, the crow jumped in the water all of a sudden, making you choke on air as you stumbled back, afraid he would do something improper to you. You were suddenly aware he might consider you being naked in front of him some form of invitation, and it couldn't be good for you. Damn, why did you go in the pond without considering your surroundings? Just because some elf told you it's nice to take a swim there? How insane did you have to be to do that? You were an experienced traveler, but you still got so excited upon seeing the Tree you had forgotten any safety rules! Gods, if Peter mistook your actions as a sign of affection, you didn’t even want to think what he could do to you. You had to explain him the situation immediately.

"You are so, so pretty," he chanted, not caring about soaking his shoes and pants as he moved closer to you, forcing you to retreat further in the pond. "Don't be scared. I promise I'll be kind to you."

The more he talked, the more you realized he was under impression you were offering yourself to him. Shit, it was getting really dangerous, you thought as you felt water coming up to your chin as you stepped back - this pond was deeper than you thought.

"I'm afraid there's a misunderstanding," you mumbled as you saw Peter's pupils growing wider. "I'm just a traveler who wanted to take a swim. I have no intention of staying here and troubling you. Just give me a moment to get dressed, and I will leave."

His eyes darkened, "You don't like me, is that it? Because I don't look strong to you, right?"

Although you couldn't care less about the way he looked, half-way in the water with his wings completely drenched, you thought it would be unwise to voice your thoughts. Apparently, Peter was feeling a little self-conscious, and it was best not to provoke him.

"I'm strong enough, I swear! I could carry you on my back for two whole days without a stop! I'll... I'll build you a nice house up there, on the Tree. And I'll feed you good food! I promise, I'll bring you only the softest fruits and the sweetest honeydew you've ever tried!"

Restless, he moved in large steps, forcing you to retreat further until you suddenly stumbled on a slippery stone, covered with algae, and immediately fell into the water with a loud cry, scared as hell because you could no longer feel the bottom beneath your feet. You knew how to swim, of course, but Peter grabbed you before you could break the surface yourself, dragging you away from the pond so fast you had no doubts about him being a very strong crow.

As you were coughing and spitting water, he gently put you on your knees and slapped you on the back several times until you started to breathe properly, sprawled on the warm surface of the stone. Gods, he scared you to death. Of course, it was stupid to think you could drown in such shallow pond, but you were happy you were out of water, nonetheless.

"It's alright," the crow said, gently patting you on the back, one his wings gracefully covering your naked buttocks and legs. "I'm here."

It took you a couple of minuts to get a hold of yourself as you lied on the stone, slowly regaining your breath. Damn, it was one hell of an adventure, you could tell for sure. Out of all your travels, this certainly was the wildest one, you thought as you opened your eyes and stared at the winged man who was watching you with worry as he lied next to you. He was probably nervous about all this, too.

"I'm good," you exhaled, tired. "It's ok, really."

He muttered under his breath, "Thank goodness!"

Nevertheless, you couldn't find the strength to get up and gather your clothes, staying on your spot for a little longer as you inhaled deeply, feeling warm and smooth surface of the stone beneath your palms. You just needed to catch your breath before you would explain Peter it was a pure misunderstanding on his part about you putting yourself on display for him. Surely, he would understand. He was an intellectual, not some silly goblin with no brains. He would understand it was all one big mistake.

"I'm so sorry," the crow mumbled as he gently patted your back, and you thought his leather jacket you wore suddenly got dry as if by magic. "I should have been more careful. I didn’t know you're so fragile, but I'll treat you better, alright? Give me a few minutes, and I'll bring you to my home and dress you in warm clothes, and then we'll eat something sweet."

You let out a groan, opening your eyes to stare back at him. "Peter, I can't become your mate."

"Surely, you can!" His eyes went wide as he protested. "Crows take human wives and husbands, you don't need to worry about that! Besides, you showed yourself to me so I could choose you, and then you took my clothes, so it means you aren't repulsed by me either. I know you must still think I'm unreliable, but I can take care of you, I promise!"

Squeezing your eyes shut, you thought it's getting harder and harder to explain Peter he got it all wrong. You had no idea how to convince him you were just a simple botanist traveling the world, and, worse, it really looked like the crow wouldn't be easy to deal with.

"You'll be one of our flock before you even know it!" He exclaimed happily, and you felt his lips on your forehead as he caresses your back ever so gently.

Well, it will be a hell of a job to get things right, the two of you thought at the same time.

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Sacriliege

Yandere!Dainsleif x gn!reader

CW: Drugging, yandere themes

Dainsleif is not a religious person. To be frank he never was, having been born and raised in Khaenri’ah, a godless nation that rivaled and outpaced deities just with the power of science, nor, he thinks, he will ever be, having to witness the fall of said country, images of people slowly losing their humanity and tall, magnificent buildings crumbling under the divine wrath still fresh in his mind. There's a barely hidden rage for celestials, rising and burning like a molten lava, an awful taste of bile appearing on his tongue every time some poor sod decides to praise the seven.

Even before the fall of Khaenri'ah, he never acknowledged gods the same way other teyvatians did. To the Twilight Sword they were nothing more than the skilfully carved statues placed on the continent - beautiful, yet ultimately useless. He remembers how he used to stifle laughter when he saw devoted worshippers spending days and nights near them, an inner skeptic in him mocking them for their unfounded beliefs.

Your first meeting happened incidentally. He was trailing the abyss order in the Wolfendom and had a chance of accidentally stumbling upon you collecting the herbs and wolf hooks. He didn’t pay you much attention back then, too focused on looking for any lead that could point him to the order, yet your image appeared before his eyes later that night as he had to stop for rest. Dainsleif was irritated both with himself and you, after losing his nation and people he had no goal, but the exhausting fight against the Celestia and abyss order at the same time.

Yet the pictures never stopped coming, his mind conjuring your face over and over when he was resting, making him visit the same spot in the hopes of seeing you again. After some time you did appear again, the basket for the herbs in your hands.

He hid in the shadow as he watched you work: You have this serenity about you, the one that sets Dainsleif’s mind calm. You are peaceful, untroubled, still as the surface of the lake on a windless day. He thinks that it doesn’t matter if some gods decided to destroy a nation and curse it’s people five centuries ago, you look so tranquil as you pluck the plants - it looks like nothing will change in your life unless you will it to.

His heart starts to pound for some reason as he continues to silently observe you. There’s a familiarity in the way your hair moves under the gentle wind, or the way that sun falls on your skin, illuminating the entire figure in soft light, or the quiet song you hum, as you make your way with herbs.

It’s a safety he realizes, safety and solitude he grew unaccustomed with when the sky dyed red and the smell of smoke and blood filled the air, as the gods descended from Celestia. There is a gaping pit inside of him, hungry yet insatiable, desiring more and more - vengeance, blood, destruction, an emptiness that is tempted by the abyss order’s methods and this pit grows silent and small as he glances at you, his heart filling with the same tranquility you possess.

Dainsleif is not a religious person, but now, looking at you, he feels like a filthy sinner before the altar begging for salvation. You look godlike and ethereal, and Bough Keeper wants nothing more than to pray and kneel and worship.

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It wasn’t hard to follow your tracks back to Mondstadt, keeping a considerable distance, lest you saw his pursuit. The knights at the gates gave him a suspicious look, yet ultimately did nothing to stop him from entering, so he continued trailing you, both star-like eyes focused on your figure before him.

You stopped several times to talk with other citizens and Dainsleif found himself frowning, jealousy is new to him after five hundred years of grief, it’s sting is sharper and more acidic. He gritted his teeth, blue eyes looking at the scene through the golden locks, and barely stopped himself from lunging.

It wasn’t hard to find your house, nor was it difficult to get in, with the power of Khemia and the abyss rolling in his hands. He sneaked in at night, eyes looking at the interior and finding your sleeping form.

He continued to slip inside your abode on the days he was free from pursuit. There were thousands upon thousands of excuses he prepared, mainly for himself - there are abyss mages and heralds traversing this land, there are his bestial, cursed compatriots building camps with the city's proximity, there are other people, full of malicious intent and cruelty and your archon left his people centuries ago.

It also wasn't hard to make a sleeping draught - colorless and tasteless solution that upon intake would trap you inside a dream. With a right dosage, such sleep would last a night only, leaving nothing but a pleasant restfulness as an after effect. You never realized why you became such a heavy sleeper, but Dainsleif now had the chance to look and observe your tranquility without a worry of you waking up to him.

He was content with it for a time - chasing the order, undermining gods to calm his thirst for vengeance and returning to the sleeping deity at night to calm his heart, yet there was a change - he touched you.

It hits him like a lightning and steals his breath, as his heart starts to pound again. He feels like he committed something unforgivable - yet the feeling is too good to miss out. A sensation of your skin slips from him like sand or water, leaving him yearning for more.

There’s an uncharacteristic nervousness to his movements, a shakiness that wasn’t there for decades if not centuries as his calloused hands caress your skin over and over. A small noise of surprise escapes him, as he marvels at how pleasant it is to touch you. He shifts a little, his kneeling figure suddenly looming over you and it hits him again. The realization this time, how right you feel with him looking down on your unconscious, vulnerable form. A fire ignites inside Dainsleif.

It feels wrong to think about you this way, like sullying one god’s altar, it’s a sacrilege, something that would prompt a lesser person to kneel and beg and hope for forgiveness, yet he doesn’t stop.

Dainsleif is not a religious person.

[rootin-tootin-cum-shootin]

Copper and Iron

Synopsis: Y/N finds themself working as a volunteer in an experiment being done by a famous Robotics company. An experiment on a new AI program meant to allow their autonomous androids to have emotions. However what both Y/N and the researchers didn't anticipate was for their new experiment to fall in love with her human.

Ship: Hinata Hyuga x gn! Reader

Word Count: 9,320

Warnings: Yandere, Emotional abuse,Toxic Relationship, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Blood (from a broken nose)

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There are many factors that go into creating something truly magnificent. Often it takes ingenuity, a creative touch, patience, and a lot of perseverance. Not to mention bravery. Sometimes the creations are timeless, whether that be for a practical purpose like the invention of the light bulb or for a more spiritually fulfilling purpose like music. Despite this innovations such as these change form slightly as time progresses, however if one were to go back and look at something like a table from as far back as physical historical artifacts can be found, it can still be recognized for the purpose that it serves. Whether the table is made of plastic from 100 years ago or even Dysprosil from modern day. However none of that matters in the long run, because as previously stated time continues moving forward and so does innovation. It is very rare that the best inventions are ever made, after all the best creations are always the ones where eventually society can no longer live without them. Imagining a world where the thing an individual is most dependent on is missing, is quite often devastating. That is especially the case when it comes to the newest form of AI technology. And it is on that note that our story truly begins. 

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The towering building of Baseline Robotics™ glimmered as the rolling holographic advertisement displayed along the outside shifted to the customary greeting message as the doors unlocked before Y/N. Walking into the surprisingly empty lobby they immediately noticed that the interior decorations seemed to be going for a theme of alien hospital. Everything seemed to be white or a reflective silver and it was very nearly maddening in it’s sterility. However what caught Y/N’s attention was a stiff pure white couch that laid empty. It seemed like nobody had ever sat down on it, whether that be from fear of staining it or how uncomfortable it appeared to be was yet to be determined. Despite this observation Y/N sat down, albeit hesitantly. Soon people began to enter the building and walk down one of the two brightly lit hallways, turning either immediately left or the right while not a single person entered the large door at the end of the middle hallway.  

They had never been to Baseline Robotics™ as they never really saw a need to before now. AI was an essential part of society and for that Y/N was grateful that robotics companies existed. Without the people who can make the AI that is essential to daily tasks like driving, or customer service life would be far more difficult. And thus cities like Canphia wouldn’t exist. However recently Baseline Robotics™ had begun the shift from functional robots and computer programs to fully autonomous androids. Androids of course had already existed for a few years short of two centuries, but never had they ever looked so realistic. The only thing preventing them from being fully human was the lack of emotions. But since most androids were expensive and thus they were employed as nannies and maids in only the richest households. Being able to get angry or excited would make them neglect their duties and so nobody ever considered creating an android capable of emotions. And thus Y/N had never even considered going into the Baseline building. Besides what would a college student ever need with a robot servant. 

“Greetings! How can we help you today?” A robotic voice asked Y/N as it wheeled closer to them. 

“I’m here to answer the ad requesting volunteers for an experiment,” Y/N responded carefully.

“Follow me!” The robot chirped as it turned abruptly towards the hallway behind it, eventually both Y/N and the robot reached the door that nobody else had entered. The robot whirred softly as it unlocked the door in front of it,”Please enter and someone will be with you shortly.” 

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“Hello, you must be here for the experiment. I’m Researcher Ino, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The young woman was grinning excitedly at Y/N as she extended a hand towards them. 

Reaching a hand out to shake Ino’s Y/N introduced themself quickly before they were suddenly being taken down a hallway by conveyor belt. It led down a series of short confined hallways before abruptly opening up into a large production floor similar to the ones that create cars. 

“So Y/N before we get started with the paperwork I’d like to ask you some quick questions,” Ino hummed as she looked over the documents displayed on her Holo-Cast. 

“Go ahead Ino.” 

“Why did you want to sign up for this?”

“Well…” Y/N hesitated, to say they were embarrassed at their reasoning for signing up was an understatement, but figuring honesty was the best way to go they continued to speak. “I moved to Canphia about six months ago and it’s been very hard for me to make any meaningful relationships so most of my free time is spent alone at home. I figured that since I don’t really ever do anything I could dedicate my spare time to assisting the behind the scenes science that goes into creating the AI we depend on.”

“Is there anything in particular that’s been preventing you from making friends?” the researcher inquired pleasantly. 

“If you haven’t noticed yet I have a difficult time speaking Katlior so it’s harder for me to communicate.” Y/N confessed with a light shrug as they entered Ino’s office. 

“Well Y/N I believe that you will be a perfect candidate for the experiment. With your help we might be able to finally take the last step in advancing AI technology. Welcome to the team.”

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It had been eight months of working with Ino and Y/N was excited to finally see what all their work was being put towards. If someone asked them if their time spent in the labs was helpful, Y/N in all honesty would have answered no. All they did was take silly personality quizzes about themself and their relationships that inevitably lead nowhere interesting or have conversations with the same four bot programs. The strangest things that they encountered in the lab however were the days where Ino would sit with Y/N and eat a meal while they discussed normal things for two people who are getting to know each other, like hobbies, interests and ideal types of all things. And what made this the strangest of the lab days was the fact that Ino would always take notes during their conversations, so the conversations were always a little awkward. 

Nonetheless Y/N was excited as earlier today Ino had mentioned that they needed to come into the lab a day early. She wouldn’t tell them exactly why they needed to come in but she sounded very excited and that made Y/N excited. 

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By the time Y/N had arrived at Borderline Robotics™ Ino was very nearly bouncing off the walls from how exhilarated she was at what she was about to unveil to Y/N. When they walked in she immediately jumped on them, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders while talking a mile a minute. “Ah you’re here! I called you in because we’re finally ready to begin the next stage of testing, and I have a feeling you’re going to love exactly what this stage entails. So if you would follow me I need to brief you on exactly what you’re about to experience so you’re prepared for this breakthrough. Okay let’s go!”

“Ino where exactly are we going? Isn’t the lab the other way?”

“Yep but today we’re going somewhere else.”

“...I’m so confused,” Y/N shook their head as they walked down the otherwise silent hallway. Ino grinned as she unlocked a door leading to a spiraling staircase and ushering Y/N to follow her down. 

“We need to go to the lab with the highest security clearance today, after all it’s not every day where you get so far in creating the first autonomous AI with emotions. So yeah, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, that’s what all the testing has been for Y/N. We want to be able replicate emotions in our autonomous AIs. So the information you gave us was used to create a personalized android based off of characteristics that you favored in the tests, and from that we created a personality for your android. She is as realistic as possible and fulfills the purpose you wanted, with a little extra thrown in too!” Ino was still talking very quickly and when combined with the endless winding of the staircase it served to only further disorient Y/N. 

Frustrated at their lack of comprehension on the topic Ino was babbling on and on about Y/N grabbed Ino's arm and stopped her both from talking and walking. “Ino please slow down, I'm not following. What purpose did I ever say I wanted an android for?” Y/N said exasperated. Ino blinked at them, her mouth falling into an open o shape. 

Looking away from them she flushed, when she spoke her speech had slowed down considerably, “Well you didn't explicitly say you wanted her to have a particular purpose but I assumed that you would like it if her purpose was to be a companion for you. You did say that making friends was hard due to your limited language skills so with her you would always have a friend. And on top of that we also gave her the ability to speak every known human language, so no matter where you go with her, she will always be able to help you with the language of that country.” She looked back at Y/N with a shy smile and continued, “She is going to be a complete sweetheart to you. I can tell you that, I programmed her personally. If all goes well with us fully waking her up, you and the other participants will all be able to take home your personalized android to continue testing. Our goal is to see if it’s possible to have an android with a near full range of human emotion that would allow them to do jobs that are stressful, dangerous and need careful action, while still maintaining the capability to de escalate and comfort those in need. Like… search and rescue paramedics or firefighters! And by having willing participants take the androids out and fully immerse them in day to day life, it will definitely prove if it’s possible.”

“What happens to her if the experiment succeeds? After it’s over I mean. Will she be scrapped?” Y/N said as they stared at the door at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Of course not Y/N-san, she would continue living just like how she was before the end of the experiment, minus all the mandatory testings she needs to undergo… Oh that reminds me, before I introduce you to her there are some things you need to know, you know rules and the like,” she said now slowly descending down the remaining stairs to the door.  Y/N now relieved at knowing what was about to happen when they entered the lab, followed after her, ready to listen intently to the rules they needed to follow.

“So first of all since this is an experimental form of AI you are going to have to bring her in biweekly for the first four months for little check ups, as there might be some problems with either the physical body she inhabits or glitches in her programming. If you happen to find any before the next check up feel free to bring her in before then, and we’ll fix her right up! Number two, she needs to be charged every 32 hours. She is able to use the solar panels embedded into her skin to self charge in direct sunlight but if she doesn’t get any direct sunlight and her battery starts to get low, then you will have to plug her in. Number three, while charging with the cord in she is not to do any energy consuming activities, so laying down or sitting are the best options. Light activity such as walking a very short distance is possible but not strongly advised, listening to music or watching children’s television shows will be fine, just make sure she won’t be processing any heavy amounts of information or moving too much. The last thing is less important for you to know but nonetheless, number four she is waterproofed so she is able to interact with water without being damaged. However just because she can wash dishes, walk in the rain and shower does NOT mean she can be fully submerged in water. So no baths or going scuba diving with her. Wading in a pool or lake is possible although not recommended.“

Y/N nodded sincerely as they programmed the instructions into their Holo-Cast so they wouldn’t forget them after leaving the lab, and despite their focus and serious diligence in recording the rules Ino could tell that they were excited. After all they were barely containing a smile as she opened the door to the room where the androids were all just awakening. Y/N looked up from what they were doing as Ino motioned for them to follow her into the room. 

Once in the room Ino quietly greeted her two fellow researchers as she guided Y/N past all the other pairings in the room and over to the single lone android. Ino stopped a few steps from where the android was sitting on the table, there was nothing on the table beside her but the blanket that at one point covered her body before her awakening. Disappointed but not surprised, Ino nudged Y/N forward to meet her while she went to go get the bag of the things the android would need, “Hinata, I have someone here to meet you.” She said, causing the android to turn her head and look at the pair. 

“Hello, I’m Hinata,” she said inquisitively. 

“Hello Hinata, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you,” Y/N responded enthusiastically albeit they did feel slightly uncomfortable due to the others around them already having extensive conversations.   

“Hi!!” Hinata said enthusiastically, she seemed to be a very bright and nearly childlike person and that made Y/N smile softly at her. They truly didn’t know what to say to Hinata and thus their conversations were short, and the silences between them long.  

Ino soon returned with a very large duffel bag and handed it off to Hinata’s waiting arms, “You’re going to be living with them from now on Hinata, that means you can leave the lab!” Hinata looked at Y/N intently and nodded slowly. She was starting to realize what the humans wanted from the other androids and she was wondering if Y/N was the same way. 

“Y/N one thing before you leave, feel free to bring her by anytime you want. We’d all love to see how you’re both doing. Okay?” Ino interjected as Hinata put on her jacket so the pair could leave. Y/N smiled graciously as they agreed to stop by sometime soon. And with that they left with Hinata in tow. 

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The pair were silent as they ascended the stairs, not a word was spoken between them until they got outside of the building at which point the bubble of awkward tension burst between them. Hinata reached out in a move that mirrored the one that Y/N did to Ino not even a half hour earlier. “What am I to you Y/N? I know all of us were created with a role in mind and I want to know the one you think I’m going to play.” Hinata said intensely, her eyes were locked on Y/N as she spoke. 

“It’s embarrassing to admit but I want you to be my friend. I moved here a year ago and despite spending time with my classmates after lectures I haven’t been able to make any real friends by myself due to a strong language barrier between us. I can understand if you-” 

Y/N had looked away from Hinata in shame while they spoke and they only looked back after Hinata’s once hard and quite frankly intimidating voice softened, “Do you really mean you want to be friends? You’re not going to make me into a servant or something?” 

Y/N blinked in shock at how quickly her attitude changed but nodded with a smile, "No Hinata, I’m not going to make you my servant. I want to be friends, although in all honesty I wouldn’t mind if you help with chores sometimes…” They trailed off as Hinata laughed brightly. She intertwined their hands and swung them back and forth as they walked away from Baseline Robotics™. 

“Can we go to a zoo? I want to see a real life hippopotamus Y/N!” Hinata asked excitedly. Y/N nodded as they giggled, Hinata was just so full of wonder at everything and it was endearing. 

“Of course we can Hinata, you little sweetheart.” 

They hadn’t gotten more than a block away when Y/N’s Holo-Cast lit up with a call from Ino. It was strange that Ino was calling them so soon after leaving but thinking it might be important Y/N picked up the call. As soon as they hit the receive option Ino’s frantic voice was heard, “Oh thank goodness you’re okay! You need to bring Hinata back here right now for deactivation befo-” 

“Deactivation? Ino what the hell are you talking about? Hinata hasn’t done anything to me other than hold my hand,” Y/N said while looking at Hinata who looked just as confused. 

“The other androids, they just... flipped out all of the sudden and attacked the volunteers. Most of the humans were sent to the emergency room from the damage the androids caused. We were supposed to have a program put in that stopped them from harming their humans unless they were in direct danger but the volunteers were all just trying to leave to go home and the androids just went crazy unprovoked… Y/N are you sure Hinata isn’t going to-” 

This time Hinata cut Ino off, “Why would I ever want to hurt my friend Researcher Ino? We are even going to the zoo together, I really want to see a real life hippo! Please don’t take me away from Y/N, i really like them… ” Hinata was pouting at the idea of not getting to spend time with her new best friend when they had met. 

Ino paused her pleas as she realized that Hinata must have not seen Y/N as a threat judging by the behaviour Y/N described and the way that Hinata spoke of them. 

In shock from Hinata at all but admitting that she would have lashed out in anger had their conversation gone differently,  Y/N looked at the small form of Hinata who was now crouched down and cooing at a pigeon, having been distracted from the conversation at hand by the small avian’s appearance. “She doesn’t seem to want to hurt me,” Y/N thought, “And if she was going to do it she would have done it when everyone else did. Plus she acts a lot like a child, so I doubt she would do it now.”

Ino sighed, “It’s your limbs that are at stake here. Fine, if you feel safe, then...carry on your way then.” 

The last thing Y/N saw before the call ended was Ino shaking her head in disbelief. With a chuckle Y/N called out to Hinata, “You heard the woman! Let’s roll out.”

“Okie Dokie!” Hinata affirmed, reaching for Y/N’s hand once more. Swinging their intertwined hands between them as they walked to the zoo.

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Two weeks later Y/N and Hinata went in for the first scheduled check up, where amazingly Ino found the same abnormalities in her code as the other androids displayed; and yet she still didn't attack Y/N. Outwardly there was no evidence of violent tendencies anywhere in Hinata. “But the code doesn't lie, so what made her refrain from attacking Y/N?” Ino thought aloud as she watched the physical portion of the check up from a safe distance. 

Everything seemed to be going how it should be going and despite the excitement her colleagues were showing at having a working android, Ino thought that she needed to be deactivated like the others or at least reprogrammed.

When the other researcher finished with Hinata, Ino got an idea. The best way to find out a person's reasoning behind their actions is the simplest way. To ask them. She took a deep breath and walked over, rehearsing what she'd say in her head on the way over. Putting a hand on Hinata’s shoulder Ino carefully asked her the question all the while trying to not to give away her true intentions. 

“Hello Hinata I'm happy to report that the physical evaluation shows you are in perfect condition, Y/N must be taking good care of you," That got a smile and a pleased nod from the android. Ino patted her shoulder and continued, "But I do have a question for you in regards to your code. You see when we were looking at your coding today during the psych testing, we found the same anomaly that caused the other androids to attack their human volunteers, in you, and yet you were the only one not to attack anyone. So I figured I'd ask you what all us researchers were thinking, why didn't you attack Y/N?” 

“They wanted me to be their friend, and I wanted to be their friend too! Friends don't hurt friends Ino,” Hinata said cheerfully. She looked towards Y/N like a child looking to their parent for affirmation of their good behaviour. Y/N smiled at her and squeezed her hand as they watched Ino take notes. 

“Well as much as I would like to take out that particular section of code that created the violent behavior, I have been ordered by the higher ups to leave it in as they don’t want to potentially compromise Hinata. Plus if she says she’s not going to act on it, I suppose we'll just have to trust her," Ino gave a good natured smile directed at Hinata before continuing, "However I will implement a tell that would allow you, Y/N to see if she's getting to a state where she would act violent.” Ino said as she plugged some of the cords that were laying next to the table Hinata was sitting on into the nape of Hinata's neck; quickly pulling out a tablet, Ino typed out a sequence of numbers and letters before setting the tablet back down. Turning back to the pair she grinned, "and now we wait for it to upload, Hinata just make sure to lay down otherwise your balance could get a little wonky. You'll undergo a quick recalibration of the senses and all that, and then you're free."

Hinata nodded and laid down carefully, Y/N kept a hand on her back to help guide her down. Their face betrayed a look of shock and a hesitation that looked closer to fear than worry to Ino as by now Hinata's eyes had turned a milky white to allow for the update to her code to complete.

"Don't you worry about the eyes Y/N, that's supposed to happen. Any update to her code or recalibration of her senses will limit her sight in order to not overwhelm her in the process.  You probably haven't had to charge her using the cord yet but you'll notice her eyes will do that when charging as well."

Y/N shook their head, shaking the image of Hinata sitting in a dark room looking limp with wires coming off her body and her eyes as empty as a corpse. In a quick attempt to permanently banish the thought from their brain they looked at Ino and spoke once more. “And what is the tell you put in, Ino? You're being very vague…” Y/N inquired, wary.

Ino handed Y/N a sheet of paper as she spoke, “Her hair will lighten when she’s in a bad mood, and darken when she's in a good mood. The lighter it is the worse her mood is, the darker her hair is the better her mood is.  If she's sad, it will have blue in it. And embarrassment will create a pink tinge to the tips of  her hair. Both of the last two are because she has no fluids to convey those types of emotions, and with plenty of deliberation between the researchers we determined they’re both essential." 

Y/N was not convinced that this whole "tell" thing wasn't a predetermined plan instead of the on the fly programming that Ino was trying to make it look like it was. After all why else would she have a sheet of paper already printed off with a comprehensive guide to the colouring of Hinata's hair? 

Realizing that Y/N had caught on, Ino hurriedly got Hinata unhooked so that the pointed look Ino was being given wouldn’t turn into another question, "Okay you are both ready to go, see you in two weeks.

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“Y/N can we watch Iron Man again? Pretty please?” Hinata whined. 

“No, but only because you were whining again. Remember what we talked about Hinata, we don't whine to get what we want.” Y/N chided as they put on their coat. 

Hinata slumped down in the chair, she was disappointed in herself for making Y/N upset at her again. She was really trying to act more sophisticated and not like a toddler but everything was so new to her and she wanted to see it all, but it was just so hard to curb her enthusiasm for life when her wants were sidelined to more important things. But she would have to try harder so that Y/N wouldn’t be upset at her anymore. 

“Hinata! Sweetheart, I know you’re sulking out there. Get up and come put your shoes on so that we can go out, my friends are waiting for us at the restaurant and I don’t want to be late,” Y/N called out from in front of the door. Standing up, Hinata smoothed the wrinkles out of her clothes and walked over to where Y/N stood. 

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“Hello Sakura. How are you?” Y/N stood with Hinata beside them as they greeted the back of a person. 

  The woman turned to face Y/N as if she was surprised that they had spoken to them, when she locked eyes with Y/N she immediately began to smile. Sakura stood up, her short pink hair bouncing as she pulled Y/N into a hug,“Y/N! There you are, it felt like you were never going to meet up with us again. Sai and I were missing you.” After pulling away she looked at Hinata and spoke again, “Who’s this Y/N?”

Y/N grabbed Hinata’s hand as they spoke, “This is Hinata, she’s my friend and roommate.”

Hinata was pleased by finally being acknowledged by Sakura, she smiled timidly and waved at the girl, the ends of her hair shifting to a rosy pink , “It's nice to meet you Sakura.” Her voice was gentle when she spoke, she really wanted to appear as mature and polite as possible so that Y/N would be even more happy, so she let Sakura tug her down into the seat next to her. 

Y/N sat across from her and immediately turned to talk to the person next to them. His voice was deep when he spoke and had a strange way of pronouncing Katlio that led Hinata to believe he must be foreign, and therefore probably the Sai that Sakura mentioned. 

Sai had fully black eyes and his arms were covered in slowly morphing tattoos. Hinata was shocked, she didn't know that humans could come out like that, it made her feel very strange, she couldn't quite place the emotion she was feeling when she saw the human.

What she did know was she absolutely hated the way that Y/N was looking at him. 

“Examining his tattoos Hinata?” Sakura teased from beside her, “They are really cool I will admit. But still tell us about yourself. Where are you from, how did you meet Y/N, you know all the good stuff.” She tossed her hair as she spoke although it didn't go very far due to its cropped length. 

Y/N spun their head to look at Hinata directly in the eyes, they were silently pleading with her to not reveal that she was an android. Hinata didn’t like knowing she had to lie but she understood that she needed to do it to keep Y/N happy. So after sending a reassuring smile to Y/N she turned back to Sakura. Carefully and with practiced grace, as if she was a spider moving across the strands of it’s web to trap a still fluttering butterfly, she began to spin her lie, “Well…it’s not a very exciting story guys. I was born in Canphia but moved away when I was really young. I recently came back to the city and the two of us met through a mutual friend not too long ago and we hit it off. Y/N asked if I wanted to be their roommate after they found out I was looking for a place.” Hinata shrugged nonchalantly after she spoke, Sakura seemed pleased with her answer and thus turned her attention to Sai. Hinata immediately looked over at Y/N with the hope that she did a good job. 

Y/N smiled at her in relief and thinking she looked a lot like a puppy reached over and ruffled Hinata’s hair. So far, having Hinata around was going really well for Y/N because even though they still weren’t the best at Canphia’s unique language they got confidence in knowing that they had someone who would always be able to help them out. 

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When Y/N and Hinata arrived home from the diner, Hinata grabbed Y/N’s hands and stopped them from going inside the apartment. When they looked at her in confusion she giggled nervously, the tips of her hair going light pink for the second time that day, “I saw something in a drama and I want to try it. May I Y/N?” She tilted her head in inquisition and waited for their answer. 

“As long as it’s not going to hurt anyone then sure,” Y/N responded. 

Hinata smiled at them, went up on her tiptoes and placed a gentle, lingering kiss on Y/N’s forehead, “It’s not because I love you, it’s because I love only you. If it’s not you then I won’t have anyone else.” When she pulled away she was smiling very brightly, she had been wondering why the men in movies always did this sort of thing to people they like, but after doing it herself, she could completely understand why. It felt really nice to show affection like that, so much so that it created a small fluttering deep inside her chest.

After a beat of stunned silence Y/N blinked repeatedly at her as they spoke, “Are you quoting an old romance drama at me? Remind me to no longer watch sappy shows with you.” With a good natured eyeroll that Hinata could tell wasn’t genuine annoyance, Y/N dragged her inside. 

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Hinata and Y/N had been meeting up with Sai and Sakura every Saturday for months now and although the number of people who attended, the food ordered and the conversations had were always different, the one thing Hinata could expect during these times was to be ignored by the group of humans and only used as a translator by Y/N. She was always kept at an arm's length and unless she forcefully inserted herself into the conversation nobody would seem to notice she was even there, not even her best friend and roommate, the beautiful shining and incredibly social butterfly, Y/N. 

They used to do almost everything together. From grocery shopping and cleaning, to going out to the movies Hinata and Y/N were inseparable, no matter what they were doing they would always make it fun. Nothing was done around each other without trying to make the other laugh. Throwing popcorn, random tickle fights and long cuddle sessions on the couch when Y/N had a stressful day. Hinata cherished all of the moments they spent together, but now Hinata was not sure Y/N felt the same. 

But then it changed.

Soon Hinata practically had to beg for a simple good morning from Y/N. They had been coming home from school and immediately retreating into their room. They didn’t come out for anything and the light would stay on until very late into the night. Hinata tried everything to get their attention and yet no matter what she did none of it mattered because they never saw it. It was like she didn't even exist to her butterfly anymore. 

Afterall what is the spider who must stay grounded on her web to the butterfly with the freedom to explore not only the skies but the world below.

She even had to go to her last biweekly checkup without them, and those days were always spent together no matter how busy Y/N was. 

Then just that morning Y/N had asked Hinata to come with them to lunch and she was ecstatic, she dressed up nicely and did her hair just the way Y/N liked it. Soft bangs styled to frame her face, with the rest of her hair cascading down her back,  it was perfect for them to run their hands through, but that same hair which was normally a deep purple, nearing black was now a striking platinum blonde. 

She was at one point during the walk to the diner, hopeful that her relationship with Y/N would go back to normal and yet here she was still being ignored after months of the same torture over and over again. And any hope of waiting for things to go back to normal was crushed as the new guy, Neji wrapped his arm around Y/N's waist. He had been flirting with Y/N the whole time and what was making it positively intolerable was the fact that Hinata had to keep translating the flirtatious comments to Y/N. 

And what made it worse were the reactions Y/N gave. With every laugh and turn of their head to hide their flustered face, or the casual touches that Y/N would reciprocate Neji’s advances with, Hinata felt a sharp pain in her chest. Like a knife being shoved in and twisted. Hinata was starting to resent her creators for giving her the capability to feel. What exactly she was feeling was a mystery to Hinata but she knew that it hurt. It hurt a lot.

After over an hour of being positively miserable Hinata had finally had enough. Abruptly standing up she stormed out of the diner. As she left she accidentally knocked over the chair she was sitting in and the clang of the metal chair hitting the floor caused the conversation at her table to screech to a halt. 

 Y/N was extremely embarrassed by her behavioural changes and they apologized for Hinata. Excusing themself, they picked up the chair as they left, catching the door before it shut, thus the bell failing to ring again. When they got outside they were greeted with Hinata leaning against a light post while pouting. Normally Y/N would have simply talked to Hinata about her terrible behavior but they had never seen her hair such a stark white before. Sure they'd seen her hair a light brown or even a natural looking blonde but never white, immediately getting concerned and scared, Y/N walked around to the diner's alleyway where they could still see Hinata while not allowing her to see them. Y/N commed Ino on their Holo-Com to make sure she was available for an emergency visit. 

Hinata was even more miserable now, she was alone in the middle of the day and she had nothing to do. Now she couldn't even send dirty looks to that Neji guy who kept flirting with her Butterfly. The street was mostly silent save for the passing of vehicles along the road, which was a blessing. At least she had the quiet rhythm of the late afternoon traffic to help calm her down. Brushing her now blue bangs out of her eyes, she started to count the cars passing her on the street. At least that would give her something to think about other than Y/N and that stupid human man flirting with each other.

Behind her the door to the diner opened up, the bell above the door rang and soon the sound of footsteps followed. Whoever it was moved towards where Hinata was standing, watching the movement along the busy street. The footsteps stopped behind her and immediately Hinata knew who was standing there. 

“Hey Himiko right? After you left Y/N followed, have you seen them? I just want to see how-” Neji cut himself off as Hinata slowly turned around, something wasn't right with her eyes. They were soulless, empty, and not at all human. Neji staggered back as Hinata began to smile, a smile that didn't reach past her lips. 

Hinata walked towards Neji, enjoying how he was trying to pretend he wasn't scared of her. In a split second of panic Neji wound up and punched Hinata in the throat only to be met with something rock hard that hurt him more than it hurt Hinata. But that was all Hinata needed. In the blink of an eye Neji was on the ground, his nose broken and bloody. 

Y/N was watching this from around the corner in shock. Hinata with her snow white hair had just sent a man crashing to the ground with blood pouring from his face. She stood over the now unconscious Neji, blood dripping from her knuckles. Y/N was shaking in fear when Ino picked up the com they had sent. 

“Come here now,” Ino said before hanging up.

Y/N nodded and walked toward where Hinata was. They stood beside her and offered their shaking hand. “Hinata how about we go for a walk together okay? To clear our heads, maybe we'll go see our friend Ino.” Y/N said tensely. At this point Sakura had seen Neji and was rushing out to go help him thus Y/N felt comfortable leaving him. 

Hinata on the other hand was excited, she hadn't seen Ino in a while and her Butterfly wanted to spend time with her again. Clasping their hand in hers, they began to walk toward Baseline Robotics™. Y/N wanted to vomit due to the sticky feeling of Neji's blood on their hand.

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“So you're concerned because her hair turned white after you spent over an hour using her as a translator so that a guy could successfully flirt with you? And then she punched the same guy who was flirting with you after already being incredibly annoyed by him. Y/N you realize how ridiculous that is right? Hinata did that because she was jealous and didn’t know better than to lash out physically, especially since from what you said he threw the first punch. That registered to her coding as an immediate threat, so of course she removed the threat by incapacitating him,” Ino said as she sipped her smoothie. With a chuckle she set her drink down and motioned to Hinata who was playing with one of the robotic hands on the table while listening in.

“Y/N we made Hinata specifically so that she could emulate human emotions while still being fully autonomous. You have to remember, she's comparable to a puppy, she has you and that's about it at the moment. She probably feels very protective of you since she doesn't know anyone as well as she knows you, and because of that she is very attached to you. So when you bring her places with you and then ignore her in favour of other people it irritates her. Just like how you'd feel if the person you love was ignoring you constantly. She may have copper wires instead of iron in veins but she is essentially human so treat her that way. Then everything will be fine and you won't face that problem again. Okay?” 

Y/N nodded relieved and mildly embarrassed, walking over to Hinata who was listening intently to the conversation. “I-... I think that I owe you an apology Hinata. How I treated you today was unfair, and I swear I won’t allow it to happen again. Come on sweetheart let's go home, we can watch your favourite movie and cuddle, just… let me make it up to you?” Y/N said as Ino's words replayed over and over in their head. 

Hinata grinned widely, her hair slowly darkening at the roots, turning her whole head black once more, the bangs however still remained tinted blue, but in the dimmed light of the lab it was near impossible to notice. She dropped the disembodied arm and grabbed for Y/N’s hands and as the pair made their way home one thing in particular about what Ino said stuck out to Y/N. Did Hinata really do that to Neji because she was in with love Y/N? Y/N didn't really believe it, after all why would she, they were friends.

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Another lunch over and Hinata was excited to go home so she and Y/N could hopefully watch a movie together. Over the course of the week Hinata had been formulating a plan, a plan that she carefully acted on all throughout that day’s lunch meet up. She was just waiting for Y/N to come out of the washroom so they could leave when Sai and Sakura came over to say goodbye after lunch. 

“Hey Hinata before we go, we wanted to remind you to tell Y/N that next week we’re going to eat lunch at the cafe closer to campus. Oh and one more thing... thank you for giving us our Y/N back.” Sai said with an uncharacteristically soft voice before Sakura managed to drag him over to her bike.

 Hinata's hair lightened in the blink of an eye at the comment Sai made, she was on the verge of starting to scream at the pair when the familiar voice of Y/N interrupted her, “What did they say about me? I heard my name but couldn’t quite catch anything else” they asked sweetly. 

She plastered on a fake smile and shook her head, “You don’t want to know.” She laughed awkwardly and held out a hand for Y/N to take. Y/N frowned and took hold of her hand as they walked back home. 

“What. did. they. say. Hinata.”

“They told me that I was ‘too good to be stuck hanging around’ you,” Hinata sighed deeply, really uncomfortable with saying it.

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Y/N had been getting more and more suspicious of Hinata with every weekly lunch meetup. It seemed as though every time that Y/N didn’t understand a remark made about them during those times Hinata would frown and look away as if she was in pain. If they pressed her to say what she'd heard she would confess that the people they were with were insulting them. At first they didn't believe it but now they were starting to believe her, since they stopped getting invited group activities with their so called friends.

Y/N was actually getting lonely from the lack of contact they were getting in the brief amount of time they were actually invited to go and meet with friends. But the greatest sting was when not even a week after their exams finished, the people that Y/N thought were friends had ditched them. And the one person they thought they could rely on was being distant.

It was getting harder to fall asleep every night as the hole in their chest just kept eating away at Y/N, telling them that all their worst fears were true. They had cried themself to sleep as many as six times in the past two weeks. The worst part however was just how exhausting the isolation had become.

The clock read 3:45AM and Y/N was just starting to fall asleep when a loud crash was heard from out in the living room. Thinking it was an intruder, Y/N immediately thought of Hinata and how valuable she would be if some devious rival to Baseline Robotics™ had found out about her existence. Leaping out of bed in a panic to protect her, Y/N grabbed a heavy book and slowly crept their way into the kitchen. The noise continued while Y/N made their way to where the sounds were originating from. Once in the kitchen they continued to creep forward into the living room where they flicked the lights on ready to attack the intruder; only to see Hinata now standing over a now completely decimated roomba. 

“Hinata? What the hell are you doing to our roomba!” Y/N whisper yelled, Hinata only pouted in response and raised her leg presumably to stomp on it again. With a sigh Y/N put the book down and looked at Hinata in the eyes, they were fed up with life, exhausted, angry and very willing to take it out on her, “I'm going to ask you this one more time. What the fuck. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing?” 

Hearing the anger in Y/N's voice Hinata lowered her leg and the colour blue creeped into her hair, “I missed you and I wanted to see you again without having to be around those... humans,” she said softly. 

“But what does that have to do with the roomba, which, need I remind you, is nothing but a vacuum?” Y/N whisper-yelled, they were so very confused.

“Because you love it more than you love me,” Hinata screamed. She paused and ran a hand through her deep blue hair in an effort to calm down before she spoke again “Ever since you got it months ago you've been ignoring me, you said when we first met that you wanted to be friends. Now you ignore me unless you want to go see those humans you call friends when all they do is insult you to your face when they know you can't understand them. I hate the fact that despite being used as nothing more than a translator by you, I still can't find it in me to stop loving you… You're my whole world but I know I'm not yours and that scares me. I'm scared that you will leave me all alone…” Hinata hung her head, if she could cry, she would have. She walked off into her sparsely decorated room and shut the door with a heavy sigh. 

Y/N was left alone once more and as they stood in the oppressive silence of the living room, they realized just how much they messed things up. Their priorities clearly hadn't been straight in a very long time and instead of being the person Hinata needed, they were selfish and used her. “But even though all that, she still cares for me…” Y/N said in muted shock, a hand rushing to cover their mouth, it was sickening to realize, and Y/N’s stomach lurched at the thought. They attempted to look at the floor but everything blurred as their eyes filled with tears. All those feelings of abandonment, of isolation, of loss and desperation; like a butterfly desperately searching, flying high and low to find a particular flower to feed off of, these past few weeks could have been avoided if they had simply looked to their side where Hinata was waiting for them. Hinata, the shy violet that was consistently rooted in Y/N’s life even when they willingly became blind to her.

 Y/N didn't see it before but they truly did love her more than anyone else. And all that it took to come to this realization was facing the potential loss of the only person to still love Y/N even after countless weeks of neglecting both Hinata’s emotional needs, and their own. 

With a newfound determination they looked towards where Hinata's room was. The hallway leading to the bedrooms was still dark but despite this Y/N traversed it with the familiarity of their many months with each other, they needed to make right what they nearly completely messed up. 

Knocking on Hinata's door Y/N called out to her, “Hinata, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I want to apologize to you, I haven't been treating you very well recently and I'm so sorry for that. I got so excited by the idea that I would end up with more friendships than before and I ended up using you. I realize now that I made a huge mistake. The people who I wanted to impress the most turned their backs on me and instead of spending time with you I became a recluse. Everything I thought I knew about the people I cared about was a lie. And I've been so damn blind to all the signs around me that even though I knew that you loved me, I never even realized that this whole time, I loved you back. Avoiding you even though you were the only person who was ever truly my friend was the biggest mistake I could have ever made. And I did it… I don't expect you to forgive me… I just- ... I just really want you to know that I am so sorry for how I've treated you, I never deserved to have someone as kind as you in my life.” 

Y/N's face was hot with shame as tears rolled down their cheeks. Their strength was suddenly missing from their legs and they slid down the wall next to her bedroom door that they had been using as a crutch. 

When the door opened Y/N heard soft whimpers that weren't their own, in the doorway stood Hinata looking like she was on the verge of tears. Everything was silent for a moment as the pair just stared at each other. Y/N knew that in that moment if Hinata could cry, she would have been.

“I-I forgive you Y/N. But y-you have to promise me th-that you won't do that to me ever again. I would never leave you all alone, so if you're feeling upset you could always talk to me. Just don't shut me out again okay?” Hinata hiccupped. She knelt down and put her head on Y/N's shoulder and an arm around their side as tears continued to make their way down Y/N's cheeks. “One more thing… I want you to say that I'm yours. Like they do in all the dramas.” she said gently, she wanted to improve the mood somehow and at the moment that seemed to be the best way to do it. 

“I will, but only if you're going to do the same,” Y/N murmured as they clung onto Hinata's pyjamas. 

Hinata's arms reached around and pulled them into a warm and tender embrace, allowing Y/N to take comfort in finally seeing that they were not alone at all. The duo stayed just like that until Y/N became tired enough that they fell asleep, their hand still bunched up with a fistfull of Hinata’s nightgown. 

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When the beginnings of the golden light of the sunrise entered their apartment Hinata couldn't help but look down at her sleeping lover. They looked so peaceful, so sweet, so pretty, so delicate, just like a little butterfly; lying there with their head on her lap as they clutched onto the hem of her nightshirt in their sleep. Hinata wanted to live in that moment forever. The warmth of the sun hitting her face made her feel energized and the soft fluttering feeling was back, much stronger now, like the beating of one thousand pairs of wings. This time it filled her up so completely she imagined that she had lots of little birds flying through her chest.  As silly as it sounds, to Hinata anything and everything felt possible in that moment. 

It was wonderful, although a small dark flicker passed through her mind. She didn't let it affect her pleasant mood though, after all she did spend so much time carefully weaving her little web. It had taken months for her to carefully weed out the people who were taking her Butterfly from her. Hours upon hours of listening to meaningless conversations, waiting for a phrase that could be twisted around to become insulting or demeaning and then relaying that information back to Y/N in her native tongue. And all of it so that they would realize that she was the only person for them. They didn't need anyone else if she was by their side. 

It was so adorable that they maintained their naïvety throughout their life, but it was also just as dangerous. If she was able to manipulate Y/N so easily then who else would see that and try and take them away from her. Especially because they fell for every word she told them hook line and sinker without suspecting anything at all.

“Yes it is far safer for them to have only me,” she thought as she stroked Y/N's cheek with her thumb. And yet it still weighed heavily on her mind, afterall she was taught that lying to the people she cared for was very, very bad. She didn't like that she was forced to do such a thing to the person she loved more than anything else, but plenty of relationships where one person lies to the other work in movies. After all love is stronger than everyone and everything that would attempt to get in the way of it. Hinata knew that they would be an example of this now that she finally had Y/N all to herself. 

Hinata hummed a soft tune as she picked up Y/N to put them in their bed. They were soon gently slipped under the covers with it, tucked snugly around their body. 

Sitting next to them for a moment Hinata lingered a while, they looked positively delectable afterall. Irresistible in fact. So gathering what courage she had and mixing it with that light floaty sense of contentment she felt, Hinata leaned down and with a soft smile kissed Y/N's forehead as they slept. Torn between wanting to surprise them when they woke up and staying to watch them as they slept; eventually after much deliberation the android stood up to go make them breakfast.

Savouring the moment for a little longer she pet Y/N's cheek fondly, as she thought aloud, “Ino was right, we aren't so different at all. In fact we are perfect together. Copper and iron.”

[lord-explosion-baku]

Vampire!Aizawa x reader

Warnings: stalking, mentions of death, blood

A/N: this one I got a little crafty with. It’s shorter and not really my writing style so I’m sorry if it disappoints but idk I wanted to write it... like... this. Idk bro. Here’s some words. I’m a bat.

How long had it been…?

Centuries…?

Shouta had walked this earth, dry and destitute; his ongoing perpetual pursuit finding him without a profit. He’d long since lost the luxury of hope—this life without his darling who had been tragically torn out of his grasp and violently slaughtered in front of him. He’d never let himself forget the sight of her taking her last breath as her sweet crimson nectar spilled onto the arid earth—how the aching burn at the back of his throat then was nothing compared to abhorrent heartbreak he’d dealt with for the years to come.

But there she was… right in front of him. After years of torment, watching history unfold without a spark of pleasure or a reason to carry on, she’d passed him in the street without so much of a second glance his way. A ghost of his past, but one that carried blood and flesh and that same familiar decedent scent. As sweet as she was, he smelled liquor on her breath, and she was alone. How foolish of her. Had she not learned yet that this world was full of people who would take advantage of her, who would darken her light?

Shouta would never call what he was doing stalking, though it was apparent that was what he was doing. He was a creature of the night, after all. No, he would call what he was doing, guarding—protecting his sweet from the other devils that may cross her path. It was his sworn duty. Shouta had already lost her once, he wasn’t going to lose her again.

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Shouta watched her night after night, socializing with people he didn’t care for. She would talk every now and again, but she never really said anything. She was quiet and speculative, much like how his love had been when he knew her. One of the many reasons why he’d fallen for her in the beginning was because of how she’d watch him. Shouta was used to being invisible to the world, a dark phantom that would stalk, kill, and feed without so much of a squeak of an interruption, but the young woman who had stumbled upon him—if he could call it that—feeding on a drunken aristocrat who had vile intentions toward her, saw him. She saw him.

As Shouta followed her down the street once more, he wondered if she’d lost her sight for him. It had been months since he found her again, months since he’d began walking the streets as her shadow, and still she paid him no mind.

There was a beautiful sadness to her as her hair swished with each step she took leading up to her doorway. She paused when she opened the door, hesitating for just a moment before entering her domain. And that was when he heard her voice, like a broken bell giving its last chime.

“What do you want?” Her whispered question danced around Shouta’s mind and clung into the tight spaces waiting to be filled up with more of her words.

Aizawa inhaled, the cool night hair charging up his lungs before he breathed out a simple and packed, “you.”

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Over the years Shouta Aizawa had taken many lives, but hers was never his to take. He refused to do it in the past and that was what lead her to her demise. Even so, he could not pluck such precious petals from her frail stem of a life even now, though she was as defenseless as a rose. It had to be her choice. But the fear of losing her once again was ever prominent.

Each night, Aizawa would stay by her domain, reaching out to her through dreams, caressing her, speaking to her, beckoning her to him. It had been years, but their midnight bond was stronger than ever—his reach vast and vivid. At night her pleasure became his. He’d watch her writhe and turn in bed, the rising and falling of her chest tantalizing...teasing him. He would only be tormented more when she would reach out for the reality of his touch that he could not return. Not yet. She had to love him.

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While he sat against her living space, a click awakened her midnight stalker from his impassioned trance. She’d gotten out of bed and she was so quiet about leaving her house that Shouta was profoundly caught off guard when he saw her staring down at him. She was magnificent—illuminated by the moonlight, pulling the corners of her mouth into a small grin.

“Are you okay?” Was what she asked and it caught Shouta by surprise. Had she noticed how his cheeks hollowed, how the dark circles under his eyes grew dark? He’d been too busy protecting her to go hunting. It’d been weeks since he last fed.

He should lie to her—say that he was fine and tell her to go back inside to where it was safe, but she was his weakness. The longer her presence taunted him, the harsher the ravenous burning in his throat became.

“I’m thirsty,” slipped out of his impoverished mouth.

She offered him her wrist. He refused. “I fear that if I touch you,” Shouta whispered, hoarse with want and need, “you will disappear like mist under my fingertips.”

She knelt down beside him, bringing both of her hands to his cheeks, and seized his gaze in hers. Her eyes told him a story. She had a scient in those beautiful, glistening orbs. How ludicrous of her; if she had half a mind, she would stay away from him at a time like this.

“I know you,” she said, brushing her thumb across Shouta’s cheeks. “And I am here.”

Shouta bared his teeth at her to remind her of what he really was, had she truly knew him. Her eyes widened for a moment until she shook her head, leaned in, and gingerly pressed her soft lips to his. Shouta’s eyes rolled back as he breathed in her savory perfume, his skin warming up as his hunger became him.

“Drink,” She coaxed, pulling her hair to the side to expose her persuading neck.

“I’ll kill you,” Shouta hissed back through elongated teeth.

She laughed then, the sweet sound stirring an orchestra deep inside Shouta’s belly. “That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”

She pushed her neck against his mouth while Shouta grasped harshly onto her shirt, the last bit of restraint he tried to hold crumbling as he listened to the musical patters of the organ locked inside of her rib cage. Shouta slid his tongue across her neck and she shuddered at the contact. She grasped at the back of his head and he growled against her skin.

“You are a fool,” Shouta hissed, his fangs aching to claim her.

“Drink,” She beckoned, sighing when the bristles of Shouta’s beard tickled her skin. Shouta could feel her heart, her yearning, her recognition, and her love. He could not hold back any longer, not after such a tender invitation. After all, what kind of lover would he truly be if he did not give his angel absolutely everything she desired?

His teeth sank into her, and soon, his mouth filled with divine bliss as her scarlet nectar pooled into him. He didn’t even have to suck, his tongue merely coaxed her essence out which she gifted with fervent grace. Still, he couldn’t help but get greedy, pulling her closer into him, holding her so there was no space that occupied between the two.

Satisfied, Shouta pulled her away, mouth hanging open to the sky as he thanked the stars for his appeasement. He cradled her against his chest, adoring the sleepy look in her eyes as they washed over him. Aizawa bit into his wrist and offered it up and against her lips. She took him affectionately. Her warm lips wrapped around his wound and her tongue lapped lazily at his scarlet. Kitten licks, Shouta thought with adoration, right before she became entranced and began greedily sucking. Shouta tensed as he felt a sort of pull towards her. A magnetism. At once, he knew she was taking too much, too fast, all the while he wanted to give her more...more...more...

“Pace yourself, my love,” Shouta said. “You do not want to drown in me as I have drowned in you…”

She moaned as she drank, stirring Shouta so his breath hitched in his throat while he watched the color drain from her cheeks.

“Yesss,” Shouta groaned, “drink, my love.” He felt a sort ecstasy at this shared intimacy. His head fell back as he let out hungry chuckle, his lover sucking harder, encouraged. “So eager.”

When he believed she drank enough, he pulled his wrist away and watched her eyes grow wide, an almost childlike pout appearing on her bloodied lips—a look he longed to see for years on end. Soon, her eyes grew heavy, flickering with dying light, and closed.

He held her close, listening to the gorgeous struggle of her stubborn heart before it slowed and completely disappeared. Shouta whispered to her about how he was going to love her for an eternity—how her heart was his, and his was hers. They stayed together like that for hours, until finally, her eyes fluttered open, gifting him with her newborn ruby gaze full of devotion and a thrill for a new life.

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[gulnarsultan]

Hello! Long time follower and I love your page, especially the Magnificent Century content as no hardly writes for them.

Could it be possible to have a Yandere Sehzade Mustafa and a concubine reader who was brought along with Nurbanu. Like both were supposed to be part of Selim's harem, but Mustafa wanted reader when he saw her and strings were pulled to put reader in Mustafa's harem instead.

Thank you in advance and again, I love your work!

Hello dear. I am so glad to hear this. Thank you.😍🥰😘❤ ​​Unfortunately. There are almost no other blogs that write about Magnificent Century/ Kösem. Sad🥺. I hope you like it dear.💞

You and Cecily were captured and sold to the Ottoman Palace at the same time. Like Cecily, you were also a member of a noble family. Unlike Cecily, you were immediately chosen by Hurrem Sultan to join the harem of her son, Prince Selim. Cecily had to struggle to be chosen. You were taking lessons with you, Nurbanu and a few other concubines for days.

Prince Mustafa noticed you when he came to the Istanbul Palace. Your beauty seemed to tear the Prince's heart out of his chest. Prince Mustafa wasted no time in gathering information about who you were from the Palace staff. When he found out that you were chosen for his brother, Prince Selim, he was furious. He wanted you for himself and he knew he had to do something.

Without wasting any time, he immediately asked for help from his mother Mahidevran Sultan. Mahidevran Sultan did not turn down her son's request and agreed to help. Somehow they prevented you from becoming Prince Selim's concubine. To be honest, you were sad to be separated from your friend Nurbanu. You are going to the Sanjak that he rules with Prince Mustafa.

Prince Mustafa gives you many gifts. He invites you to his bed the most. Prince Mustafa's love, desire and wish for you never runs out. You are the mother of all of Prince Mustafa's children. You have more than one child together.

Prince Süleyman

Prince Ahmed

Nergisşah Sultan

Mihrişah Sultan

Prince Orhan

Handan Sultan

Prince Mehmed

[gulnarsultan]

Hellooooooo☺️<3

I hope you have a nice day

I really liked the story of Yavuz Sultan Selim with the childish reader. Can I request the same for Fatih Sultan Mehmet and Sultan Suleiman?

Hello. I'm so glad you liked it. I hope others like it too.💫

Yandere Mehmet the Conqueror and the childish reader.

~ Your childish spirit soon attracts Mehmet's attention.

~ Honestly, at first he thought you would change after a while.

~ Most of the women in the sultan's harem seek power and influence. But you are different.

~ What makes you different from others is your childish side.

~ After a while, Mehmet connects to this side of you. Moreover, he does not want you to lose this personality.

Yandere Suleiman the Magnificent and the childish reader.

~ There are many different women in Suleiman's harem. You're probably catching Suleiman's attention without being presented by someone else.

~ Frankly, Suleiman thinks that this personality of yours will change after a while.

~ However, when he sees you playing with your children, Suleiman realizes that he is in love with this side of you.

~ Unlike others, you don't hide your childish spirit around your children.

~ If someone tries to humiliate or scold you because of your childish behavior, Suleiman will protect you.

[gulnarsultan]

Magnificent century yayyyy i want yandere sultan Suleiman smut or minors like you say ofc With the reader She was not the type like Sultana Hoyam. She was a girl who came to serve them and nothing more, but the Sultan loved her at their first sight in the hall. While the girls tried to dance for him so that one of them would become his wife, Suleiman invited her to a room so that she would be the one to have his children and marry her (with Some porn please) sorry if its too long (T＿T) but i love you from the first post from you please make it for meeeeee

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》 Scenario《

We've been on this ship for days. You were kidnapped by pirates and taken to the Ottoman Empire. There were many other girls on the ship besides you. The one who made the most fuss was a girl named Alexandra. After traveling for a few more days, the ship finally managed to land. They took a group of girls with you to the Palace. After the bath, they took you to the Taşlık. You weren't fighting, following orders and not causing trouble. That's why the servants in the harem were nicer to you. Days later, Valide Hafsa Sultan organized a party for her son who had just ascended to the throne. You weren't among the concubines dancing for Sultan Suleiman. To be honest, you were grateful for this because you were too shy to dance. You were playing the lute while accompanying two concubines who were playing music. Alexandra was trying the hardest among the dancing concubines. She wanted to attract the Sultan's attention and get the purple handkerchief. The music stopped and the concubines stopped dancing. They were waiting to see which one the Sultan would give the purple handkerchief to. Sultan Suleiman stopped for a few seconds and then stood up and started walking. He stopped in front of the concubines who were playing music. Suddenly he handed you the purple handkerchief. You looked at the handkerchief in surprise and then at Sultan Suleiman. He smiled and handed you the handkerchief. Without realizing it, you took the purple handkerchief from him. When the Sultan left the room, the dancing concubines looked at you angrily. Alexandra was especially angry.

After you washed yourself in the bathhouse, the apprentices helped you get ready. In fact, they only laughed at all the excuses you made not to go. You reached Sultan Suleiman's room by passing through the golden road. When the guards opened the doors, you walked in trembling. You nearly fainted with fear. Sultan Suleiman was right in front of you. You knelt down in front of him as you were taught and kissed the hem of his robe. He gently grabbed your chin and lifted you to your feet.

"Don't be so afraid, my dear. I will give you all the pleasure in the world tonight."

He slowly undressed you. He slowly guided you to lie down on the bed. But first, he made you drink a glass of wine. When you lay down on the bed, Sultan was looking at you as if you were his prey. He slowly pressed his lips to yours. During the soft kiss, he massaged your breasts, pinched and pulled your nipples. You could feel the area between your legs getting wet. Your sides started to blush with embarrassment. Suleiman stopped the kiss and looked at you with a grin.

"Shy Princess, you are so wet."

He slowly started to rub and squeeze your clitoris with his fingers. Light moans were escaping your mouth. Minutes later, you squirted when you reached your climax.

"Good girl."

Suleiman lightly slapped your pussy. He took off his pants and rubbed his penis, the tip of which was leaking sperm, against your wet pussy. He positioned his penis at the entrance of your pussy. He pushed it in slowly. A light moan escaped from your mouth. He slowly pushed it all the way to the bottom. He waited a few seconds for you to get used to it. He started moving slowly. After a while, his movements got faster. When you both reached your peak, he pushed his penis all the way to the bottom and filled your womb with his sperm. He stayed inside you and held you in his arms. You were both covered in sweat and out of breath. He placed a small kiss on your forehead. What you didn't know was that you were now a woman who had Sultan Süleyman's love and obsession.

[gulnarsultan]

Your daughter Hanzade Sultan witnessed Farya Sultan attack you. She got scared and ran to her father. When your yandere husband Sultan Murad, heard about what happened, was very angry with Farya Sultan.

[gulnarsultan]

yandere father Sultan Süleyman and yandere mother hurrem sultan with daughter reader

Maybe you are Mehmed's twin sister or older twin sister. You are Mihrimah, Abdullah, Selim, Bayezid or Cihagir's twin sister. Or you are the last born in the family. It makes no difference for Suleyman and Hurrem. Hurrem was talking to you before you were born. Suleyman loved to feel you and talk to you when you were in Hurrem's womb. When they take you in their arms for the first time, their inclination begins. Hurrem was never disappointed by your girl. Suleyman chooses the most perfect name for you. Hurrem never entrusts you to nurses or servants. Hurrem has made it his duty to comb, shape and braid your hair. She has adopted the principle of chatting with you, walking around and spending mother-daughter time with you. Suleyman assigns the best teachers for you. The guards and concubines at your service have been chosen with special care. They both give you a lot of gifts. You will have a great treasure. They panic a lot when you cry, get hurt, or get sick. No one can harm or disrespect you. Both are protective of you. Most likely you will not get married. Even if you get married, you will live in a Palace very close to the Palace. Your wishes are their command. Neither of them likes to share you with others. Hurrem does not want Mahidevran, Valide Hasfa, Şah, Hatice and Fatma Sultans to approach you. Suleyman does not want to be the only hero figure in your life.

[gulnarsultan]

Yandere Sultan Murad's wife Haseki Sultan is giving birth. She gives birth to a healthy baby girl. Sultan Murad is holding the baby in his arms.

Haseki Sultan : Aren't you angry because she is a girl?

Sultan Murad: Never. On the contrary, I am very happy. We already have five healthy sons. Every child born to you is very important to me. I will name our daughter Ismihan Kaya.

Haseki Sultan : A good choice. I liked.

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Hanzade Sultan: Father. My mother has a baby in her womb.

Sultan Murad : Yes, my dear daughter. Soon you will have a sister or a brother. Let's go to your mother's.

[gulnarsultan]

How about a Yandere Mehmed (Suleiman's son) in love/obsessed with his brother Mustafa's favorite concubine.

La trajeron de Grecia y ella sabe mucho de artes, literatura y mitos y llama la atención de ambos hermanos ( sería problemático ya que estaban muy "cerca" en el programa )

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~ Most likely Mahidevran Sultan or if still alive, Valide Hafsa Sultan chose you. You are always chosen from other women with your beauty and many skills.

~ You are succeeding in being Prince Mustafa's favorite and favorite concubine. He never ceases to invite you to his side. It takes you wherever possible.

~ Maybe you meet Şehzade Mehmed by coincidence or in a place you went with Şehzade Mustafa. He wants to know why you are so important to his brother Mustafa.

~ Researching you causes him to have obsessive feelings towards you. He wishes that you were presented to him.

~ If you have been with his brother, it is not possible for him to take you anymore. However, he will only want to take you if you are a concubine in the harem.

~ Hürrem Sultan soon realizes that there is something strange about his son. He is surprised when he finds out about your reason. If you weren't with Şehzade Mustafa, he would try to recruit you into his son's harem.

~ Hürrem Sultan will take advantage of this situation. He will use you to increase Mehmed's desire to ascend to the throne and to see Mustafa as an enemy.

~ Mahidevran Sultan does not want you to get too close and chat with Hürrem and her children. It warns you to stay away from them.

~ Mahidevran Sultan wants you to get pregnant as soon as possible. If you have children, it will be impossible for you to go or be taken.

~ Mihrimah Sultan will want to spend time with you. Esmehan Sultan (Sahuban Sultan's daughter and because she is in love with Mehmed) will be jealous of you. The other concubines of Şehzade Mehmed are very jealous of you.

~The other concubines of Şehzade Mustafa will be very jealous of you. The fact that you are the prince's favorite makes many concubines angry.

~ When Şehzade Mehmed sees that you and your brother are together, the gets angry and jealous. He promises himself that when he ascends the throne, he will make you his.

~ Şehzade Mustafa is a smart man. Your brother will soon realize that you have feelings for you. She does not hesitate to make her jealous and angry by having happy moments with you in front of her eyes.