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Platonic Yandere Kitsune + Child Reader Part II
Part 1
Usually the morning is spent waiting for the head maid to feed you your breakfast after they wake you up
But they arenât there instead youâre struggling to put a shirt on yourself and itâs not the nice ones you usually have
He sees you drag a stool around as you grab food and different tools around the house
And then with unknown urgency, he goes to meet you as you struggle to crawl over the wall of your home
âIâm on a journey. My parents have been taken and I have to get them back.â
âOh, really by who?â
âI donât know but I only have a month so I have to get started.â
Heâll join you on your journeyÂ
Both at your side and away from you
Watching in the trees
He likes getting to watch up close now
Without the reflection of a crystal ball or the pane of glass in the way
That and he can pull on your cheeks however many times he likes
He can also see how cute your fingers are in comparison to his
How did he not notice before
How cute it is to watch you hop on rocks to cross the streamÂ
Or how you have to argue with adults who get in your way
It isnât until you get nearly finished in your journey that he actually begins to intervene
The obstacles have gotten harder
He had to carry you over the ravine with an unstable rock passageÂ
it is only then he stops messing around and investigates without you
Specifically after making a hearty meal for you
He puts a protective seal and a tracking seal on you while he goes aheadÂ
At a kitsuneâs speed
He finds out quickly that your parents are alive but they have much less than a month
He doesnât know why he searches with such speed
Finding the culprit to be none other than another kitsuneÂ
an older one
A stronger one
She claims it was all a game citing specific moments of the journey he endured with you
Full on belly laughing as she recalls when you almost fell into a pit of spikes
He really doesnât like this
But he pretends to not be disgusted asking for the parents she confiscated
Come to find out the souls were carefully picked out leaving them lifeless husks
She laughs about the futilityÂ
Saying sheâll be gentle when she eats your soul
He kills her without restraint
Something snaps like heâs never known beforeÂ
Ravishing her body with a force he didnât know he had he leaves nothing
Only really snapping out of it when you meekly call him by the fake name heâs given you
Turns out you did trick himÂ
Encouraging a tanuki to take your place
Heâs impressed but heâs horrified
You know everything asking that he put them out of their misery and help you bury them
He does soÂ
Finding that he has to encourage you to grieve
Youâve worked so hard
 overcome so much
 grown-up despite still being the same little one who liked to play
You do cryÂ
Crying into his yukata as you both prepare to set out lanterns
After some more crying-induced nights he elects to take you home
To his home
Which you struggle against
Despite you being a child you feel like you can take on the world now understanding the adults' job so much better
But Ryo, the kitsune wonât have it
When you passionately argue your point he only sighs
Before wrapping you up in silk and tying to his chest
He takes you back to his shrine where he makes some big changes
Less parties, less friends, and more research
Now he only focuses on extending your life specifically your childhood
You're a clever kid
He doesnât know if he can handle a clever teen let alone an adult
So thatâs his goalÂ
Searching relentlessly for 'a cure' before your childhood runs out
But when heâs not doing that he dotes on you
Settling into this way of life he finds that Yuki Onaâs words to be quite true
He couldnât imagine ever caring so deeply for anyone let alone a childÂ
but he does
And heâd give the world to keep it this way
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A yandere ex is dumped by his girlfriend, (Y/n), because she caught him cheating. The yandere is quick to chase her around begging for forgiveness while she's heartbroken. He basically stalks her to the point that (Y/n) had to put restraining orders on him and change her city and number. Years later, he finds her about to marry her yandere fiancĂŠ (who is secretly MUCH more yandere than him) to whom (Y/n) gave her heart. The yandere fiancĂŠ knows about the yandere ex's existence, and constantly watches him; he mocks and rubs it in his face that (Y/n) will never be his to the point of secretly inviting him to the wedding and watching him mockingly and scornfully from the audience from the altar, after kissing his beloved.
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Yandere Emperor X Consort! (F)Reader X Yandere Crown Prince(platonic)
ПиНаŃка-sweetheart according to google correct me if im wrong!
CW: kidnapped, reader is look down upon by the nobles, infantilize, forced pregnancy, dehumanizing, mentions of attempt suicide, false rumor, power imbalance, worshipping, delusional(?)
NOTE: Crown Prince is at the age of 16(he is your first/oldest son). Reader is around 36-38. Emperor is two year younger than the reader. Also I don't speak russian everything is google (the empire is not based on irl russian empire but a fantasy world like the manhwas/shoujou isekai we read) and english is not my first language you can clearly see when you read the story. This is purely a fiction and I do not mean to offend anyone.
I DO NOT CONDONE ANY ACTION IN THIS FICTION.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Running is not ideal for a 5 month pregnant woman like you.
When you tried to seek help from your parents for the first time, they never helped you because who would believe an illegitimate daughter who was frowned upon by nobles.
You are an illegitimate child of the duke and a humble maid who passed away shortly after giving birth, but despite this, you are a physically and mentally healthy child. You even managed to withstand the attempts of your stepmother and your half-sister to discredit you in the family, and didn't even find a help to your neglectful father who busies himself of taking home many women from brothel.
That was in the past but you were desperate when you ask for their assistance. However, you never heard from them ever since you bore your first child, Ize.
Ize your son. Your lovely crown prince son grew up to be like your husband with his teachings. You tried to persuade him to never listen to his father but he only shook his head and told you that all his teaching that he was learning from his old man was to protect you.
Afraid that it will stress you even more in this suffocating high walls to protect you during your pregnancy and well being, Ize-the crown prince would be willing to act like a little kid for you. He would occasionally brew you a cup of tea that you enjoy or give you a handmade gift, such as an embroidered handkerchief, to show you that he was thinking of you and that said skill you taught him when he was a child. Knowing the child, this kind of acts is for him appease the worries you have;he is different behind closed doors of your confined palace where your eyes and ears can't reach; your crown prince son is a different person who will be willing to shed the blood of others just for you.
And it seems that the morals that you taught him must have been thrown out of the window thanks to your husband.
So here you are after escaping from the hundreds gazes of a watchful loyal hounds around your palace you escape, it wasn't easy since you are carrying the emperor's second child. You heard on a passing by servants that the two tyrants had a meeting with the other nobles and the neighboring kingdom, this is a rare occurrence that the two left you alone. It took you an hour to escape the royal grounds before exploring around the town till you found a port that would take you to another country. This is your only chance to escape that suffocating palace that those two tyrants confined you in. Your Husband, Yuri can't leave you alone not when he found out that you are with his child-a second child at that. Even before you were pregnant with his first child, his wary gaze and infantilization to you had multiplied tenfold.
Your husband spread the rumors about you being mentally ill. But why would he do such a thing? You reflected to yourself and it devastate you to realize it was his scheme to prevent you from seeking help from his subjects to escape. Only the royal physician and your husband were aware of this bogus illness. It felt betrayal that he has to make that action so he can confide you more.
Your husband's scheme worked. Even your own son believed the spewing lies coming from his father, and the nobles never gossip about you as if it was a taboo ever since you were married to the emperor. Speaking ill about the emperor's consort was just as good as the reaper visiting you by the second you speak those words. Only praises coming from their filthy mouths were allowed.
No one bats an eye on you, even the servants who serves under you. They will bathe you, serve you food, refreshments, but none of them will engage or start a conversation with you. When someone last made an effort to assist your escape, a kind servant at that. The lowest mining pit, which is worse than death, The emperor bestowed upon them to be sent the servant's family, including the said servant. High ranked criminals labour in a pit there for 18 hours with a maximum 4 hour break the rest of the hour are for necessities like sleeping, with much less food and income. In short, a death torture for them.
You implore your husband to kill them rather than send them there, the only thing he said to you that it wasn't your fault they were sent there. Something along the lines ofâ"you were acting like this because of your condition. That servant was attempting to kill you." He told you that in front of other servants. Everyone compliments his action for 'protecting' you. His cunning red eyes looks at you that none of the servants and nobles noticed but you did. It was a warning for you to behave or he will do worse.
Yuri has never harmed you, physically. but he will harm others who want to separate you from him.
The only time you regret your decision is when you met Yuriâhe was about to meet his demise by the hands of his brothers if it weren't for you stumbling to see him in the middle of the night on an alleyway of the tsvetok village struggling to breathe from the deep pools of his own blood. So you drag his half dead body into your abandoned chamberâwhich is rarely visited by servantsâthat your father bestowed for you when you were born. Aiding his deep wounds, helping him heal up, befriending him, falling in loveâ
You purse your lips and gave a small wince feeling your belly is starting to ache, the kick from your unborn child thumps under your long dress.
My child please, Now is not the time! you gently brush your belly soothingly before leaning on the lamp post that dimly lit the night. You sigh in relief when you felt the baby inside of you cease on kicking. Although you were a little further from the palace when you looked behind you, you still needed to move quickly. Right now, you assume that Yuri or a servant that was suppose to serve you had definitely find out that you were gone this afternoon and notify the knights and some of high ranking mage to find you immediately, but the sun had already been sunk by the evening. They must have been having a hard time finding you. A little more 18 minute walk and you'll be able to ride on the ship that will help you travel to another empire, or any nation.
"ort---s--ing!" you turn to your left to look one of the vendors of the nights were gossiping. A woman with her husband was panting, assuming he was running to deliver a news to his family. His cloth headband on his raggedy hair is soaking. He took a deep breath before repeating what he said earlier. A dread of fear rise from your throat as he uttered his next words,
"The Emperor's Consort is missing! The Emperor's knights are blocking all way out!"
You heart felt like dropping when you saw a nearby knight were looking one by one at the women nearby, specifically women who are similarly pregnant like you. Speaking of the devil, they are already here!
Knights in horses, mages running around the busy street. Some of them stopping women who has similar hair color as you to assess if they found the right person.
"Oh my! I'm hoping the consort is doing okay! She must have acted such way due to her failing mental state. The emperor must have been worried sick, I can't imagine the devastion look of the emperor especially their son!" said the woman to her husband.
You hid your hair with your cape and quickly blend in with the busy road of the night town. Muttering, "excuse me!", "Apologize!" As you force your way around the crowd. One arm around your belly to protect child, while your hand went to sling your bag with clothes and some gold coins. as you bump so many people on the crowd. You look edges of the town, at the gate, to see all the possible exits were starting to get block by the imperials knights and mages. You bit your lips frustration as you felt the hope of getting your freedom back is slipping away from your grasp.
Your plan of getting to the port has been discarded after seeing a two mage and three knights were on their way there. Even if you did go in town's gate the gatekeepers will inspect people who are exiting and entering.
But...
You look at the old man who was riding a donkey with his carriage towards to exit of the gate, fruits were laying under the cloth. An Idea quickly pop your head but you are desperate to leave this suffocating country so you have no choice but to execute it.
Your silent foot falls went behind on a slow moving carriage before climbing up silently and quickly, in your haste and desperation movement, you didn't feel as though you had torn your cape at the wooden edge of the carriage before taking the fabric that was covering the fruits that keeps them from dust and dirt. You carried a handful of fruits before slowly sitting down beside it then covering yourself with the said fabric and the remaining fruit fast enough before the knights from the gate of this region would notice you. You wince when one of the fruit hit your belly but not enough to endanger the baby.
"Have you seen this lady?" A man in his mid 60s look at the paper, he squint his eyes as he held his old lightly crack glasses to take a better look. Your (e/c) eyes look at the gapping hole of the carriage and gulp fearfully when you saw your portrait on the paper holding by the imperial knight.
"O-oh...sa-aw her!" you held your breath when the old man spoke. The two knights look at each other before listening to the next word of what the old man would say.
He lick his dry lips before continuing, his voice's struggling due to his old age, "If I-Im..not mistake-en the lady in the p-picture look like the lady I saw by the lampost o..on the rozahk street!"
You exhaled in relief since you mistakenly believed that the elderly man had just seen you, but he actually noticed you five minutes' walk from the gate to roza street. However, this would also let them know that you are actually close by.
The imperial knights gave the elderly merchant a nod as they hastily walked around the city, alerting a nearby mage to use a spell to track you. They quickly tell their subordinates for a new command.
You felt the carriage starts to move. Hugging yourself for reassurance especially at your upcoming baby that everything will be okay.
You weren't escaping just for yourself but for your second child that will be born. You don't want your kid to become like their older brother and learn from their father. Ruthless, and doesn't have a compassion to another human. You want your kid to have a brighter future, away from the blood shed. You hope that if you got caught or killed by your husband in the future. You will tell your second child to run away and never look back, when you are gone.
You ignored how uncomfortable it was to sleep in the fruits. You close your eyes and see the farm neighborhood that the carriage passed as well as the slowly dissipating kingdom that was beginning to appear as a dot on the horizon.
The abrupt shake of your ride woken you up. You hear noises outside the carriage and glance through the hole to see that light was creeping through, signaling that it was dawn but sun has yet to come in the horizon. What is happening?. You peek above the cloth seeing that you don't have enough visual on what's happening. A dusty road lay in front of you, and woods surrounded you. You turn around to look behind you and realize that the palace is no longer in sight. A sense of relief that you were indeed far from that prison.
A bunch of voices caught your ears, you turned to look to your right.
Your whole body went pale.
Your son-the crown prince was chatting with each of the roadside merchants who had just exited from their vehicle not far from where you were. The imperial warriors and mages that were conversing with the other sellers the same task as your son was doing just behind him.
You curse yourself, how did they come here to fast?
You need to leave before they notice that you are inside this carriage. Just as you swiftly escape your imprisonment. You carefully stood up, removing the fabric that was covering you and the fruits, ignoring the woozy and aches from your muscle pain for not moving too much from the entire night.
A creak was heard in your vehicle when you tried to climb down. Snapping your eyes back at them, to witness if they heard the mistake you made. To your relief, The prince and the other guards were still busy interrogating.
They didn't hear me..
You reach down and starts to stalk away from them, your hands were trembling. Stepping back to reach the wood just a 5 meters behind you. It didn't matter if you get lost in the woods, as long as they don't catch you.
No, you would rather live in a woods, in a forest where no one can reach you.
As you step forward carefully in to the woods, you didn't notice from your cautious and anxious state that your boots crack a twig, just like the clichĂŠ you previously read. The nearest knight snaps his head at the sound. He was perplexed before realizing that the woman from the paper in his hand resembles you.
"Her majes-"
You dash toward the woods. The imperial knights sought to catch up to you, as you heard him behind. You grab a nearby rock and shot it directly to his skull, and it hits him.
You ignored the yelp as he yells your honorific causing the nearby knights hear him and went for his aid, before they realize what he was yelling and starts to chase after you.
You felt the dress that was getting stuck on some of bushes and dried branches, resulting to have your dress to be ripped.
Heartbeat were thumping agressively, adrenaline were rushing around your body. One of your hands went up to your belly protecting it from getting injured despite your legs were now full of scratches and bruises from the twigs, and sharp edges of these woods. You feel your legs ache.
"Mother!" You faintly hear a galloping horses along with your son's voice behind you.
Your mistake was to look behind you while running away. You saw how your son and his guards were starting to gain just to bring you back to that hellhole. Your son Ize was reaching up his hand to take you back, his red orbs were full of concern and anxiousness.
"Mother! It's me,Ize! Please, slow down you will hurt yourself!"he yelled."Mother! Think about my sibling! Your child! Listen to me! Don't let this illness take over you!"
Poor child, he thought all of this nonsense that you are doing was because of your bogus illness.
You were about to stop when you saw a nearby cliff but a trunk made you tripped.
You screamed feeling a misstep when you realized you are falling, instinctively cradling your pregnant belly, protecting it as you roll down from the ground. A piercing scream was heardâfrom your son. Your head colliding to the three and it felt like your head would split open.
Your eyes were blurry from the impact. Touching your belly if there was injury. Atleast trying to feel your lower part if there was bleeding through your thighs other than your legs.
You look up at the steep cliff to see your son was sliding down, crying out your title as his mother. You saw his red orbs were full of tears as it glides down to his cheeks. The last thing you saw before your vision was consumed by the darkness was his hands reaching up to your head.
You were awoken by the sound of the chirping birds coming from the balcony.
You coughed, feeling the dryness from your throat. You eyes were blurry for a few minutes before clearing to see that you were back to the same imprisonment.
But....
It wasn't the same room you shared with your husband. Are you...even in the palace?
You took your time to assess your surroundings only to realize that the room has similarities of the royalties room that are exiled but it looked renovated, one of your husband's brothers used to live here before taking his own life. You felt grim about the thought of it.
After his brother's passing you heard from one of the maids that he turned it into a vacation palace for royalties.
It was different from the last time you saw it. It was much more cleaner and better. It looked good after it was renovated.
Wait, the baby.
THE BABY!
You eyes quickly gaze down to your belly. Hands quickly feeling around them, you exhale in relief when you felt a small kick from your stomach. You felt your tears at the edge of your eyes. It was a miracle that the heavens hadn't take your unborn child away.
I'm sorry baby...
They would have died from the stupidity you'd done!
You laid down to your right side of the bed and cradle in your stomach muttering a soft apologies and starts fluttering your eyes to go back to sleep.
But somethings not right. You felt like a pair of eyes watching you, looking at you.
Observing you.
You opened your eyes and look up only to see your pair of red eyes staring down at you.
Your husband, the emperor sitting on a wingback couch, his face resting at his hand while the elbow is resting at the arm of the couch beside him is a kettle with a cup that rest on top of the bedside table.
You feel your body tense up, you tried to get up and turn to look at your husband.
"Y-your majesty." You called but it sounded like a whisper. You don't know what he will do to you. Sure, he never hurt you physically but this is the first time you'd gotten far away from the place he imprison you in.
You gulped, will he hurt you this time?
"I-I'm... I.." you cannot come up a word,an excuse, what if he gets sick of you? What would happen to your child?
You felt your breath shorten. Tears are starting to swell up in your cheeks.
A rough hand brush on your cheeks before cupping it. You found your partner is already beside you on the bed.
He didn't speak he just let you weep as he brush away your tears. You stammer your words wanting to apologize. The emperor handed you a cup of water and you took it quenching the thirst from your larynx.
Once you drank it all, you hiccup trying to stop your tears from coming out. You felt his hands caressing your belly. "H-husband.."you gulped.
"hush,ПиНаŃка."he commanded and you held your tongue and closed your eyes when he leans on your cheeks before engulfing you with his arms around you. You felt suffocating around him like a snake coiling around your body.
You feel tensed as he starts peppering kisses on your shoulders and neck before resting his lips to your earlobes, you shudder when he kissed it.
His right hand from your waist slid up under your loose sleeve before sliding it down, your emperor leaned down giving your shoulder a hickey. You whimpered trying to push him away but he hadn't budge an inch. Once he was satisfied he let your skin go with a pop before looking at the red mark he left.
The same hand went to brush your hair, tuck it behind your ear before leaning his forehead against yours. His red eyes held adoration, affection, but most of all obsession.
"ПиНаŃка." He muttered closing his eyes sighing, he brush his lips against yours before deepening it.
He kept calling you, held you in his arms gently. The same arms that has full of blood that slay so many heads to get to the top of this food chain.
He laid you down before kissing every finger tips of yours and then clasping it with his rough hands as he called for you.
"ПиНаŃка...."
".... my ПиНаŃка..."
He pressed one kiss on your collarbone. "None of this is your fault..." He told you.
"... This illness will be the death of you."
Your heart broke for him. He really delude himself that everything you did to get away from him was because of your 'illness'.
"... Everything will be fine, darling. I will take care of you." He dampened his lips one last time onto your lips before leaving you in your new confinement.
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Platonic!yandere bee hybrid sons that refuse to let anyone touch their queen. In this scenario, you were taken against your will to be a queen, forced to pump out eggs.
Youâre their mama, and theyâre tired of others using you!
When you could no longer incubate eggs, they planned on killing you and capturing a new queen⌠but your sons wouldnât have it!
Youâre tired, you need to rest and be pampered and theyâre here to make sure you never go without proper care!
The original bee hybrids hadnât been kind enough to you, simply using your body to create more bee hybrids, but what they didnât know is that you would create the most loyal sons that would free you from your captivity and slaughter those who would even think about laying a hand on their precious mama!
They take you to a quiet place, taking care of their mama and forming cuddle piles, all buzzing comfortingly and making sure youâre happy and safe. They never want to see you in pain again.
All you ever did was love them, make sure they grew up knowing that they could be anyone they wanted. And they all wanted to be your protectors.
They just had to take down the hive, and now you could retire with your family. Your little ones clung to your breast, feeding as your older sons focused on maintaining the hive and ensuring youâd never have to worry about producing eggs again. They didnât care if the hive ended with their generation, they wanted you to have a peaceful and happy life!
Their fuzzy bodies and soft chubby faces all nuzzle and snuggle into you from every angle. To be loved is to be protected and cherished above all else, and you were loved dearly.
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The final part of Mommy! First part
Yandere Short Stories: Mommy
Delusional Yandere Single Father x Teacher Afab Reader x Platonic Yandere Son
Jesse wrapped his arms around (your name)âs legs, the small boy hummed in contentment when she ran her fingers through his black curls. Why couldnât she be his mom? She was so warm and gentle⌠so much better than the woman who gave birth to him.
âJesse? I think your nanny is waiting to take you home.â (Your name) smiled down at Jesse who only burrowed himself further into her skirts. She sighed at how clingy the young boy was, but she was sympathetic to his feelings. Jesse didnât have any warmth in his home so he sought it out from her.
âI donât want to go home⌠canât I stay with you?â Jesse glanced up at her with his blue puppy dog eyes, his lips in a pout. âCanât you just adopt me, Iâll be goodâŚâ
âJesse, I canât adopt you.â (Your name) felt her heart clench when he started to cry. âJesse-â
âBut all the other kids have a mommy and I donât! I want to be read stories and I want homemade lunches. I donât want to be alone!â Jesse buried his face into (your name)âs skirts. His little hands clutched tightly onto the cotton fabric in a death grip. âIâll be a good boy. Iâll be quiet and I wonât ask for much-â
(Your name)âs thumbs instantly brushed away the hot tears that dribbled down his soft cheeks to smooth the young boy. Her beautiful face now in a frown.
âShh⌠you can come hang out with me when youâre lonely at school.â (Your name) warmly smiled at Jesse. She ran her fingers through his thick curls as he sniffled.
âR-really? Youâll let me spend time with you?â Jesseâs voice trembled as he tried to calm his tears. âCan I eat lunch with you everyday? I like when you cut the crust off my sandwichesâŚâ
âOf course, Jesse.â (Your name) reassured Jesse, who buried his face in her skirts once more. This sweet boy⌠he deserved love.
Unbeknownst to (your name), Jesse had a wicked smile on his sweet face that was hidden in her skirts.
Jesse may have been the spit image of Liam, but he was still his birth motherâs son⌠and (your name) would be his mommy one way or another.
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Jesse often hogged (your name)âs attention from the other children. Heâd rush to her first whenever class would start or end to hug her, heâd raise his hand for every question so he could be praised, and heâd constantly ask for help.
Jesse was not liked by the other children but he didnât care all that much about them.
Because Jesse wanted his mommy to only have eyes for him.
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Liam felt nervous at the florist shop he was in. The various floral displays of affection made his stomach twist into a knot. He was so nervous⌠to buy apology flowers for his sonâs teacher.
Liam ran a hand through his dark hair with a sigh. This was an incredibly frustrating experience for him since heâs never bought a gift for a woman before. Especially not one as lovely as (your name). Liam couldnât get her angry expression out of his head⌠she haunted his dreams and lingered in the crannies in his mind.
She was an itch he couldnât scratch and Liam disliked this alien feeling she brought out. Liam didnât know why his heart pounded in his chest at the thought of her or why his cheeks heated up. It made him anxious.
âAnd what can I help you with today, sir?â The florist smiled warmly at Liam who nearly jumped out of his skin. Liam had been so lost in his thoughts, the florist had caught him off guard.
âI think I would like a bouquet of rosesâŚâ Liamâs forest green eyes glanced at the red roses in interest. âThe reddest ones you have.â
(Your name) would look lovely in red⌠Liam couldnât help the image of her in a red dress that surfaced in his mind. He didnât quite understand his attraction toward her, but he hoped it would fade.
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Liam stood before (your name) in her classroom, his cheeks rosy as he studied her expression. Her arms held the fragrant roses in confusion.
âMister Isbert? There was no need to get me roses-â
âIâm sorry for making presumptions about your character. It was unjust of me.â Liam bowed to (your name) in apology. âPlease forgive me-â
Liam gasped when she moved closer to him, which and whom snap his head up in attention. His forest green eyes wide when she gave him such a warm smile⌠heâs never seen a smile like that directed toward him in his entire life.
âItâs perfectly okay. I understand you may have been through some trauma but I assure you Iâm not after those sorts of things with you.â (Your name) then turned her gaze toward Jesse who peaked around the corner of the classroom. It seemed the young boy was eager to enter. âIâm just concerned for Jesse is all-â
âI do not know how to be a good fatherâŚâ Liam shyly admitted, his forest green eyes focused on her confused expression. âI have never been taught warmth.â
âWell I have no issue teaching you how to spend time with a child⌠if youâd like of course, mister Isbert.â (Your name) smiled at Liam whose cheeks went aflame.
âIâd love toâŚâ Liam cleared his throat and gave (your name) a soft smile. âAnd please, call me Liam.â
The two adults smiled warmly at each other which made Jesse perk up from his spot. Maybe heâd get her to be his mommy after allâŚ
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(Your name) laughed when Liam tried to tie Jesseâs shoe laces. The businessman was cluelessâŚ
âHere, let me help.â (Your name) gently took the shoelaces from Liam and slowly tied them in front of him. âThe dragon goes under the bridge, through the loop, and into the castle!â
Jesse giggled at the rhyme, his eyes sparkled at his dad. âSee! Mommy knows how to tie shoes!â
Liam blushed in embarrassment when (your name) and Jesse shared a laugh. He never knew how simple this was⌠how a family should be.
âWhy donât we read a book together?â
Liam glanced over at (your name) while she picked out a fairy tale. A ray of sunlight hit her at the perfect angle that made her even more angelic.
Liam never knew someone could be so beautifulâŚ
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Weeks went by of Liamâs âlessonsâ of fatherhood. The two adults would laugh together as (your name) tried to teach him how to be more affectionate with his son, unaware that the businessman started to be affectionate with her as well⌠Liam came to terms that he loved her.
Liam loved the young woman who was eager to help him mend his relationship with his son and teach him how to love. To not take out his trauma onto Jesse and to be more open to change.
Liam became a better person by being around (your name) and he had no interest in going back to the way his life was before he got to know her better. The two of them were truly a power couple! Sheâs shown him a new side of life he never knew existed⌠who knew Jesse would indirectly introduce Liam to his soulmate?
Liam blushed as he sat at his desk, his head filled with thoughts of (your name). The image of her holding Liam in her arms burned in his mind.
How could someone look so perfect holding his child?
Liam dug into his desk drawer and pulled out one of the many drawing Jesse had made of (your name) and him. The three of them as a happy family.
Liam lit up a cigar and took a deep inhale of the smoke. Yes⌠heâd ask her to be his wife. To be Jesseâs mom.
Liam held the picture close to his chest. He needed to tell her how he felt⌠of how he loved her.
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Liam upped security around the school as usual since he dropped by for the lessons. Liam wanted to ensure this entire ordeal remained private, he had no desire to add more stress onto poor (your name)âs life⌠today, they were gong to become an official family.
Liam sighed dreamily as he thought of what was about to happen today. (Your name) would be so beautiful as his wife and future mother of more children. He wondered how many siblings Jesse would like? To add onto their perfect family.
âIs there something wrong, Liam?â Liam perked up when (your name) softly called his name, she was careful not to disturb the sleeping Jesse in her arms. âYouâve been lost in space for a while now.â
âWould you be interested in dating me?â Liamâs blunt question nearly made (your name) fall over in shock. Date him? Where on earth did he get the idea that she wanted that sort of relationship with him?
âI donât think we should.â (Your name) smiled warmly at Liam who frowned at her gentle rejection. âYouâre a CEO of a big corporation and Iâm just a measly kindergarten teacher.â
âI could take care of you.â Liam whispered softly. âYouâd never struggle financially and you could be with Jesse every day. Donât you want Jesse to be happy?â
(Your name) glanced down at the young boy who remained asleep. She did care about Jesse⌠but not enough to date his father.
âIâm sorry but I canât do that.â (Your name) sighed softly as she handed Jesse to Liam to take. âI hope you find someone on your level to be with, Liam.â
Liam could only sit on the floor in shock when she walked to her desk to gather her belongings. She didnât want him? Why didnât she want him?
Liam tried to speak but he couldnât find the words to stop her. How could he tell her heâs never felt this way before? That he wanted her? That he-
âI love you!â (Your name) froze in the doorway when Liam blurted out his declaration of love.
âW-what-â Liam scrambled to his feet to try to stand before her. His lithe body hovered over her like a shadow.
âI love you and Iâve never felt this way before⌠please give me a chance.â
âIâm sorry, Liam-â
âI wonât accept no as an answer.â Liam felt his stomach twist but he needed to get her to be his⌠he needed her. âIâll ruin your life if you donât accept my love. Iâve never wanted anything in my life as much as I want you.â
Jesse stirred awake in Liamâs arms, the young boyâs eyes wide at his fatherâs words. âBecome Jesseâs mom. Iâm serious about being with you.â
âI-â (your name) was cut off by Jesse who excitedly reached for her.
âMommy? Youâll be my mommy?!â Jesse began to cry when he hands grabbed hers. âMommy. Mommy!â
âYes, Jesse.â Liam smiled down at Jesse as he pulled (your name) close. âMiss (last name) is going to be your mommy.â
âNo-â (your name) gasped when Liam suddenly bent down to kiss her which made Jesse smile brightly.
âWe should head home, right?â Liam turned to Jesse who smiled brightly at his dad. âLike a happy family should.â
#female reader#yandere fic#yandere imagine#yandere#yandere obsession#yandere x darling#yandere x y/n#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere boy#yandere male#Yandere man#yandere dilf#platonic yandere#yandere platonic#older yandere#yandere oc#yandere original character#delusional yandere#teacher reader#tw.kidnapping
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Yan Socialite brother x reader
(Warnings: Strictly platonic , not incest)
Ezra Alvarez , your younger brother, has always been your number one supporter. From a young age, he was taught that tradition dictated the older sibling would inherit the business and the farmsâessentially, everything. This meant all the power would eventually be in your hands. But Ezra wasnât a moneygrubber seeking favor, he genuinely admired your intelligence, strength, and the way you cared for the family, especially him. From the moment he gained consciousness, he aimed to be your best friend and sole confidant. He longed to be the person you turned to for counsel, and slowly but surely, things were unfolding just as he wanted.
Let's start from the beginning. Ezra and you were quite different in many ways, largely due to the contrasting upbringings you had. For example, while you cherished solitude and indulged in expensive hobbies like horseback riding, archery, and swordsmanship within the privacy of your estate, not to mention almost always busy learning and handling the business with your father. On the other hand, Ezra thrived in social settings. As a fashion designer, it was his job to attend lavish parties and stay connected with the latest trends. However, his socializing had a deeper purpose, to monitor the people in high circles and gauge their intentions toward his family, especially you.
Ezra was always vigilant, keeping tabs on potential rivals and meticulously recording this information. He made sure you were aware of everything you needed to know, and thanks to his discreet tactics, you were advancing. The way he giggled looking up at you when you patted his head in praise was endearing, if he were a puppy, his tail would surely have been wagging.
Ezra would do anything for his older sister because you're the best sister in the world! Despite being used to receiving expensive trinkets, he always gets teary-eyed when you gift him something special. Given your usually stoic and aloof demeanor, he can't help but cry tears of joy when you show him affection and smile at him. He ceaselessly rambles on about his latest projects and clothing line while you sit there, reading a book and nodding along, often clueless about what heâs saying. Yet, he still cherishes these moments because itâs only HIS sister who takes time out of her busy schedule for HIM. How could he not be grateful? That would be a crime. No other sister would ever do this for their brother! Anyway, back to designing some jockey apparels for you. You really need new ones.
As much as he dislikes your boisterous hobbies, he uses them as an excuse to spend time with you. He eagerly asks you to teach him, no matter how dirty his nails or clothes get, or how much he might risk getting sunburned. Every bit of it is worth it when someone like you is his mentor.
Your parents reprimended you for spoiling your baby brother but you always shrugged it off saying "How can I not spoil my only baby brother?." That's right sister, I am and will be always your only brother. He always makes sure to pass a victorious smirk to his parents who could only sigh in defeat at both of you.
Whenever it rains, he remembers how you love the rain while he hates it because it's all muddy but on the other hand memories of him as a kid getting scared of the thunder and you holding him in your bed in your protective embrace always warms his heart. Maybe this is where the habit of cuddling you has developed. Even now when something in his life goes wrong or he is having a tantrum , only your the one who can calm him or otherwise he is crying screaming and complaining for days and yes this is a true incident , the whole estate was close to becoming deaf if you hadn't come back from your academy bringing some new jewels and his favourite pastries for him.
Speaking of the academy, Ezra had to swallow the urge to throw another tantrum or cling to your feet when the time came for you to leave for further studies. He knew you had to do this for your own sake and the future of your family business. So, instead, he became like a second mother to you, sending letters to make sure you werenât skipping classesâeven though he knew you werenât that kind of a person. He frequently asked about your meals and sports activities, but the part he hated most was even thinking about you having a potential lover. God, he couldnât help but crumple up the third letter when he wrote about it, but he had to know. The thought of being secondary in your life, in everything, terrified him. What if you brought home a gold digger?! Thatâs how he saw anyone who came close to you. They didnât care about your personality or charm, they were after that KA-CHING! And him being one of your top prized assets, he wasnât about to let that happen.
His heart however calmed down when you replied with a simple 'No' about the question. Yay! Whenever you came back from academy , he was even more excited than your parents, who always found his enthusiasm adorable. How he ran back and forth scolding the servants for not cleaning your room properly , not having your favourite dish up to notch like DO YOUR FUCKING JOBS PROPERLY! He wouldn't stop yapping when you sat for tea after dinner but no matter how much you were exhausted from your journey , you still listened to him.
As cunning, witty, and sophisticated he was, Ezra made mistakes too, and in his mind, the worst mistake was failing at a task you assigned him. He would cower under your anger, fully aware that he had messed up. He was still learning the ins and outs of the tedious household budgetâsomething he would have to manage for you one dayâbut it was boring, okay? Numbers just werenât his thing. Even if you scolded him, he always waited for your apology, which you offered in your own wayâlike taking him out to his favorite cafĂŠ or silently sharing a cup of tea in his room. Moments later, heâd be hugging you, petulantly whining about you getting angry at him. He hated how you chuckled at his childish attitude, but deep down, he loved it too.
Life was going well until, one day he received a letter that you were unable to attend father's funeral due to work back in the academy. He knew it was a lie , you WOULD NEVER abandon your family like this , even your mother was skeptical. But since there was no sign of you coming back, he handled his grieving mother and the arrangements himself as much as he was dying inside due to your absence. Where were you? They needed you. You were their head now. He was worried sick.
After the guests left , it was only his uncles and aunts who sat in the living room while he came down after putting his mother to sleep.
"Ezra, dear boy. You must be tired, but there is something we need to discuss with you." The words made his blood boil, and he fought the urge to slap the indifferent looks off his fatherâs brothers and sisters. He knew exactly why they were still hereâthey were nothing but vile, disgusting pieces of filth, circling like vultures after the familyâs money. He had always seen the malicious intent in their eyes when they interacted with you, and it broke his heart how you treated them as family while they plotted to push you out of the way. But he kept up the façade of a nice, obedient nephew, knowing that it would be handy for a moment like this. Where were they when he was struggling to handle everything? They only arrived at the last minute for their sibling's funeral. His poor father had died surrounded by snakes. But he swore he would never let the same happen to you. He would never betray you, his blood, like these filthy excuses for humans.
He wanted to throw up as they offered their insincere condolences, but he remained firm. They inquired about your absence, talking shit about your cold behavior for not being there, and this was his cue to play his cards right. Slipping into his favorite role as the bimbo younger brother, he wept, agreeing with their criticisms, and even cursed you, despite how much it made his heart ache. Eventually, they began to open up, believing in the hate and jealousy he pretended to harbor for you. While they didnât reveal your whereabouts, they made it clear they deemed you as an unworthy heiress. He fake-laughed through his tears, gaining their trust the best that he could. They even had the audacity to suggest dividing the property among themselves, without even considering his mother as the rightful owner of anything. Oh, they were going to be obliterated.
He then promised to hand them the papers during a party he was going to arrange that too in a ferry. Acting on the information you once gave him, he contacted some gunmen for emergencies, making the necessary arrangements. Oh what a sight it was to see the ferry filled with the corpses of his treacherous relatives. One of the assassin came and informed that they had you abducted and thrown into a mental asylum on your way back to the estate for the funeral. His mouth hung agape at the revelation, his whole body seething with fury, and without wasting a moment, he set out to bring you back. But not before ordering the ferry to be blown up in the middle of the sea. He cackled maniacally from the dock as he watched the explosion, then leaped onto the back of one of the hitmen like a kid, gleeful at the destruction of those who had wronged you.
Once you were back and grieved a bit which only lasted for a few moments before you had to take care of covering up the bloodshed your baby brother did. But at the end you did it and currently Ezra was beside you on the arm of the chair while you worked on your late father's study table , now yours. "You are not mad at me, are you?" He asked softly, voice almost breaking at the end.
"You did what had to be done. I would have done the same to anyone who came after my family like this," you said, hearing him sniffle beside you. You gently caressed his arm, your gaze still fixed on the parchment. "Donât cry, you know how much I hate seeing you cry, Ezzy." You felt him lay his head on your shoulder, his soft brunette locks brushing against your ear.
"Thank you⌠I couldnât fucking stand them anymore, doing such⌠such a horrendous thing to you."
He suddenly burst into giggles, his feet dangling. "But it was fun! You know, before his death, Uncle Auden wore that hideous yellow sack coat. I saw it through the binocularsâGod, he looked like a penguin getting on the ferr-!"
"Ezra." Your warning tone almost made him flinch. "What did I tell you about speaking ill of the dead?"
"I think they deserve a pass." His pout was defiant yet playful, and you couldnât help but smile. His laughter was light, a contrast to the heaviness of this week.
He couldn't be more blissful than this. You looked as if you were made to sit in that chair, and he felt immensely proud to have cleared the path for you. He always would. As his heart pondered the future, a frown creased his brow. The thought of a day when you might stray, bringing a partner into the estate, unsettled him. Though that day seemed far off, he was already prepared to make their life hell. After all, the chances of you siding with a partner over him were slim. He has got his older sister wrapped around his manicured pinky.
âşEzra x reader x hubby
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tw ( yandere. past neglect mentioned. )
a/n: plz supprot my gambling addiction and buy me primogems
Unedited btw snippet of draft I was supposed to post
"come on, won't you come back home? for us?" his voice was usually soothing to listen to, but it sounded so... desperate.
your finger hovered over the next voice message, debating whether you should listen to it or not.
you gave in, unfortunately.
"listen to grayson for once, (y/n). everything's been out of control since you've-" jason's voice was cut off by another voice, the same one you'd always hear taunting you.
"don't you feel any sort of shame, (y/n)? it's embarrassing having to tell people my own sibling ran off," damian's voice sounded bitter almost, as if he had no form of guilt, due to being part of the reason for you moving out.
it's not like you even ran away anyways, you were 19, you were legally able to move out.
there was, maybe a minute left of the message as your phone died on you.
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Platonic Yandere Werewolf Father!?!?
The hunter's moon is shining - Platonic Yandere Werewolf dad x reader - đž
"Pup," Rowen sighs irritably, "don't do it."
His arm is in your teeth seconds after the sentence is spoken, the man only rolling his eyes. "Seriously? I'm not a toy for you to chew on." He knows you're biting out of anger, partly provoked by him reaching out to pet your hair, but it's fun to mess with you a little.
....your mouth is probably sore too, now that he thinks about it. You're teething, that's why you're so grouchy with him, besides the whole kidnapping thing.
"Your teeth hurt?" Rowen grunts, gently prying your jaws off of him, uncaring about the sluggishly bleeding bite mark left behind. "You gotta speak up about that, kid.." He's unimpressed when you only growl at him in response, patting your knee before getting up.
You try to ignore the pange of hurt that rises up as he leaves the den, you don't care. You don't.
The whine that leaves you begs to differ though. Rowen rushing back to your side soon after, settling back down on the blankets. "It's ok, it's ok, Papa was just grabbing you something.." He muses, ruffling your hair and smiling crookedly when you don't put up a fuss this time.
"Here," a piece of chewlery is offered out to you, a silicone bone attached to a necklace. "You can pick out your own to order, but Liam's old one will have to do for now." Rowen huffs when you say you don't want it, shoving the chewlery into your hand. "Just try it. You'll feel better, brat."
As much as you try not to show it, it is soothing, changing teeth no longer as painful. After you mellow out, he pulls you onto his lap with a knowing grin. Once you're settled, Rowen takes out his phone so you can browse for something of your own. "You can pick out a toy or something too, just don't start misbehaving.."
#famial yandere#platonic yandere#platonic yandere x reader#yandere x reader#yandere father#yandere parents#yandere drabble#yandere monster#yandere werewolf#you've got mail! đ¨#Oc: Rowen đŚ´
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Make things right? Or make them worse?
Yandere!doctor husband (platonic to his children) x twin daughters ocs x female!reader
Summary: Dr Kryâs children finds out their fathers dark secret, and he's determined to silence them.
Warnings: toxic household, yandere, favoritism, guilt, poison, mentions of murder (things along this way)
A/N: I have created my own poison for this story, so I choose the effects. Lol.
Word count: 6.2k
âBye, dadâ, Lydia says and closes the car door.
Her twin follows out of the car, almost hides behind her like a shadow. Lydia frowns confusedly. Sheâs been more silent than usual this morning. They turn to walk into school.
âGirlsâ, Dr Kry says through the open car window, catching their attention. âI want you here at three sharp, okay? Iâm not in the mood for waiting.â
âYes, sirâ, Lydia answers.Â
âGood. Have a good day, girls, Iâll see you later.â
With that said, he drives off. Lydia turns to Nadia who finally raises her gaze from her feet.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Lydia asks and fixes her backpack. âYouâve been acting off all morning.â
âI have to talk to you about somethingâ, Nadia says hesitantly and looks at her with uneasy eyes.Â
Lydia blinked and frowned. âWhat?â
âI was meaning to talk to you earlier, but I didnât want to do it when dad was around.â Nadia glanced at the other students swarming around the school grounds. âItâs about mom ⌠and her sickness.â
For as long as they can remember, their mother has been bound to her bed by a rare disease. Thankfully, their father is a remarkable doctor and has been caring for her ever since the twins' birth. He works at a hospital in the city and travels forty minutes back and forth every day, dropping the twins off at school on the way there, and picking them up on the wayback. When they were young, they were put in a private school carefully chosen by their father â who has been very active in the administration.
Their father is a complex person. Although theyâve been by him their entire life, they still feel like they donât know him. He rarely talks about himself, and seem to have a human side for their mother only. Very rarely, thereâs a soft side for the girls ⌠often theyâre met by a doctor, rather than a parent. Despite that, Lydia has always been a daddyâs girl, while Nadia has clung to their mom for love and comfort.Â
âWhat about it?â Lydia asks carefully.Â
âI heard something âŚâ, Nadia starts and licks her lips nervously. âI heard these noises, from mom and dadâs room-â
âDonât tell me you heard them have sexâ, Lydia grimaces.Â
âNo âŚâ Nadia shakes her head, eyes shaking. âThey were talking. Mom was crying and daad was standing by the bed, holding her cheeks in his hands like this âŚâ She cups her sisters cheeks in demonstration, â...while saying: âyouâre never going back there, Iâll never share you like that againâ.â She shivers. âI-I donât know what that was, but it made me feel really weird.â
Lydia frowns, trying to picture the scene in front of her.Â
âAre you sure that it wasnât just dadâs weird love language?â she asks carefully.Â
âI donât knowâ, Nadia sighs defeatedly. âMom seemed ⌠scared. She looked up at him with eyes full of terror. She could have had a nightmare or something, but dadâs voice- ⌠it was awful. I donât know how to describe it, but it sounded extremely dark.â
âWe could try to ask her.â
âWhat if dad hears?â
âI could distract him while you ask, if that helps you ease your worry.â
Nadia smiles gratefully. âThank you, Lyd.â
Lydia gives her an unsure smile and grabs her hand and they walk into school.Â
Like Dr Kry had asked them to, they stand by the gates at three sharp. His white car rolls over and the two of them jumps in, Lydia in the front seat and Nadia in the backseat.
âHow has your day been?â he asks and drives off.Â
He always asks about their classes, teachers and friends. If thereâs a small detail he doesnât like, he makes sure to contact the school and let them know his thoughts. More than one friendship has ended thanks to his overprotectiveness and the twins has learned to dilute the truth enough for him to be able to swallow it. So once again, they answer in the way he wants to hear it.Â
The car drives from the city, gets off the highway and enters a countryside road. The dirt road is divided in the middle with grass, creating enough space for the wheels of his white car to roll forward. Here, nothing can be heard except the sounds of distant birds. Their white, edwardian villa is surrounded by a deep, dark forest, close to a gigantic sparkly lake with the closest neighbor being a kilometer away. Despite the isolating upbringing the twins have had, getting away from the noisy, stressful city to the empty forest always cleanse their brains.Â
The white, Scandinavian, edwardian aged, wooden villa appears behind the trees like a castle. The house has two floors with a green atticroof, and a bushy, blooming garden in the same color, two glass verandahs on either side of the house and a white fence around the garden.
The twins get out of the car. Nadia gives her a look and Lydia nods.Â
âDadâ, she says. âIâve been feeling a bit weird these last days ⌠I think Iâm going to be sick.â
âReally?â Dr Kry asks and frowns. He closes the trunk of the car. âWho have you been around? Are any of the other students sick?â
âA few.â
âNadia, are you feeling bad too?â
âNoâ, Nadia replies.
âCould you please give me a check up?â Lydia asks.Â
âAlright, come with meâ, Dr Kry says and nods at her to follow him.Â
While they walk inside, their father and Lydia walks to the living room and Nadia sneaks off upstairs. She moves carefully to their parentsâ room and knock gently on the door before entering. Their mother, you, is lying in bed with a book in her hand. You look as weak as ever. Nadia shivers.Â
âHi, sweetheartâ, you smile and puts down your book on your chest. âDid you have a good day in school?â
âYes âŚâ, Nadia mumbles and sits down on the side of the bed, unsure on how to start this absurd conversation.Â
âWhatâs wrong, Nadia?â
âWhat happened yesterday? WIth you and dad?â
You flinch. Your smile disappears for a moment for it to appear quickly again, but this time in a fake manner.Â
âWhy did he say that?â Nadia asks carefully. âWhy did he say that he wasnât going to share you again?â
âO-Oh, that âŚâ, you mumble with an embarrassed smile. âIt was nothing, donât worry about it. It was just some adult stuff that me and your dad were talking about.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes, honey. Why? Did it make you worry?â
Nadia nods slightly. Y/N gives her a smile and takes her hand.Â
âItâs okay, sweetheart, thereâs nothing to be afraid ofâ, you reassure Nadia. âWhatever happens between me and your dad is nothing you have to be afraid of. We will always put you and your sister first, okay? Thereâs nothing you have to be worried about. I love you, darling.â
âI love you too, mom âŚâ
You hug her, and Nadia hugs back, but she canât help but feel that her heart sinks. Something isnât right.Â
The very next day when theyâre left off at school, Nadia grabs Lydiaâs arm.Â
âLetâs go to the hospitalâ, she says the second their fatherâs car disappears behind the corner. She holds up a metallic key. âI have the key to momâs old room.â
âWhat?â Lydia asks in confusion. âWhy?â
âI have a feeling that mom isnât really sick and I have to take a look around in her old hospital room. Something isnât right!â She clears her throat and lowers her voice. âMom and dad met at the hospital and that he was her doctor, that much we know, right?â
Lydia nods, trying to follow along.Â
âIsnât it weird that a doctor as professional as our dad decided to start a relationship with a patient like that?â Nadia asks, sounding unsure. âAnd wouldnât he have done everything he could to make mom feel better? Shouldnât she be better now? I just ⌠I want to know if he has done something.â
âDo you really think he has?â
âI donât know. I really donât know. But something isnât right, and I feel that. Mom seemed to be put on the spot when I asked her about the interaction I had overheard. She seemed scared.â Nadia grabbed her hand in hers. âPlease, Lyd, can we go there and just take a look?â
Lydia hesitates and glances at the private school behind them, contemplating the consequences.Â
âPleaseâ, Nadia repeats. âIf mom is getting hurt, I want to help her.â
âOkayâ, Lydia nods.Â
With that said, they hurry past the school gates before a teacher has the time to catch them. They take the first bus to the state hospital their father works at and hope that heâs with a patient while they sneak around.Â
They hurry inside the hospital and keep their heads down to make sure that none of the working receptionists would recognise them and report to their father right away. They stay silent until they get into the elevator.Â
Once out, they sneak over to the door. Lydia stands guard as Nadia presses the key into its lock. The click from the key opening echoes in the empty corridor. Nadiaâs hand hovers above the door handle. Her heart twirls around uncomfortably. In a moment, she will be in the room where their parents met, where something happened that made their dad take the decision of stepping over the professional line. If that was good or bad is yet to be known, but she canât help but feel worried.Â
The room is empty, in more than one way. The spirits of old memories haunt the room and they leave a sour taste in the twinsâ mouths. Lydia looks towards the bed. Their mother has been lying here for months with a sickness that has kept her bed bound for years. But what happened while she was here?
âWhat are we looking for?â Lydia wonders.Â
âAnythingâ, Nadia shrugs and looks around. âWhatever that can help us is fine. Journals, reports, notes â anything.â
They start to rummage through drawers, in binders and notepads. Lydia finds herself holding a yellow paper binder with their motherâs name written on it, in their fatherâs handwriting.Â
âNad, look at thisâ, Lydia says and holds up the binder.Â
They put the binder on the desk and start to pull out papers. Every paper is written from the top to the bottom in ink.
âHe has documented her every day âŚâ, Lydia says, perplexed. She shakes her head in denial. âEvery single day, every single hour. Obsessively. Look, every little detail is written down. â12:35, eaten an appleâ, â16:52, took a showerâ, â22:30, called for me on the telephoneâ. What is this?â
Nadia picks up another paper, a smaller, clearly supposed to be hidden between the other sides. She puts her hand over her mouth as her eyes widens.Â
âOh noâ, she gasps and drops the paper. âNo, no, no, no âŚâ
Lydia frowns, bends down and picks up the paper. Her heart sinks as she reads the note. Itâs a single word, but theyâre familiar with it. Theyâve found bottles of it in the cellar and the attic multiple times, and when they asked Dr Kry about it, he answered that it was a substance to kill vermin.
âHeâs poisoning momâ, Nadia whispers in horror and looks at her twin with wide, terrified eyes.Â
Lydia feels the air disappear from her lungs. Suddenly, she feels nauseous. She sits down on the rolling stool and tries to control her breathing. Nadia sinks down on the bed with her head in her hands.Â
âWhat the fuck do we do?â Lydia breathes out with her eyes staring dimly in front of her. She has never felt this empty before, this helpless. âWhat the fuck do we do now, Nadia?â
âW-We have to call the copsâ, Nadia gulps.Â
âThe cops? Nad, heâs our dad!â
âBut if he hurts mom âŚâ Her voice dies out. âWe canât let him take more years from her.â
Lydia nods and wipes the few tears that have begun to run down her cheeks. With shaking hands, she unzips her backpack and shoves the binder down. They will need evidence if they have to prove to the cops.Â
The door behind them opens. Both girls fly up from their positions and scurry over to each other. Dr Kry walks in and stops abruptly in the door.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â he asks quickly.Â
Heâs trying to force a smile, but the red eyes of his daughters and the trembling bodies of theirs are all he needs to see, to know that they know.Â
âHow fucking could you?!â Nadia screams.Â
Dr Kry hurries to close the door as she continues to shout through sobs.Â
âWhatâs your deal with mom?!â she screams. âHow can you keep her like this?! Whereâs your fucking conscience?!â
She thinks that sheâs going to explode in pure fear, anger and sorrow. Dr Kry clenches his jaw and sighs heavily.Â
âYour mother is a very, very special personâ, he says slowly, as if he is talking to a ticking bomb. âIt is all a misunderstanding, girls, I will tell you everything at home. Come, weâre going home now.â
âWeâre not going anywhere with youâ, Nadia spits and stands in front of her frozen sister.Â
âYou donât have to be afraid of me.â Dr Kry rolls his eyes when they donât answer. âYouâre my daughters, and you are not yet of age, you have to come with me.â
Nadia wants to refuse again, but she doesnât want to leave her mother alone with him, not when he knows that they know.Â
âNowâ, Dr Kry decides.Â
Nadia picks up Lydiaâs bag and gives it to her sister. It looks like Lydia is going to throw up any second now. Nadia takes her hand and they follow their father out of the room, and out through a back door. For the first time, Lydia sits down in the backseat together with her twin. They hold each others hands tightly and keep silent the entire car ride home.Â
âGirls, I never wanted you to see thatâ, Dr Kry sighs and tries to meet their eyes in the rear view mirror. âI- ⌠Itâs hard to explain. Your mother is a very special person who Iâm very lucky to have met.â
Lydia squeezes her eyes shut, but she canât keep him out of her head.Â
When they come home, Nadia drags her sister into the house.Â
âGirls, donât go upstairsâ, Dr Kry says in that same dark voice Nadia had heard him talk in a few days ago. âI want you to stay down here.â
They halt, suddenly too scared to move.Â
âI want you to help me with dinnerâ, Dr Kry says. âCome on.â
The twins glance at each other. Lydia starts to drag her sister to the kitchen. They help in complete silence. Lydiaâs hands are trembling while she cuts cucumber and it slips, cutting a slit in her finger. She yelps and drops the knife.Â
âOh, honeyâ, Dr Kry breathes out and grabs her hand. âYou have to be careful.â
She doesnât look at him as he washes her hand under the kitchen sink and puts on a bandaid. Her entire body is in fight or flight mode.Â
When Dr Kry takes care of the final touches, the twins scurry up to their mother. Your face drops when you see them.Â
âWhy is he doing this to you?â Nadia asks thickly as she tries not to cry. âWe found out.â
âOh, Iâm so sorry, girlsâ, you say sorrowfully. âI wish that you never had to know.â
âWhy do you let it happen?â Lydia asks quietly.Â
âI have no choice ⌠I canât do anything.â You lower your gaze and voice to an ashamed whisper. âI donât have the energy to run away, and if I managed to, youâd be in danger and Iâd be dead. Your father has the only antidote to his self made poison. Itâs safer for everyone if I stay here.â
âBut mom âŚâ, Nadia whimpers, â... heâs hurting you.â
âI ⌠I know, dear.âÂ
The door opens behind them.Â
âGirls, dinnerâ, Dr Kry says shortly and nods towards the corridor. âGo downstairs.â
The twins turn to you, wanting you to make their decision. You give them a reassuring smile and they leave. You look at the man who has become your husband, much to your dismay.Â
âWhy did you let them find out?â you whisper with tears in your eyes. âYou promised that they would never know!â
âI didn't think that they would.â He wipes the tears that roll down your cheeks. âIâll fix this mess. Donât worry, darling.â
With that said, he tucks you in and leaves to go downstairs. The twins have sat down by the dining table with their blank, staring eyes turned down into the table. Dr Kry sits down and start to eat, without seeming to care at all about the incidents that happened earlier. Nadia stares down into her plate with disgust roaring in her stomach. If she eats, sheâs going to throw it all up in a matter of thirty minutes. She closes her eyes and sighs sadly. Lydia tries to eat a bite, forcing it down her throat.Â
âNadia, eat a littleâ, Dr Kry says.Â
âIâm not hungryâ, she mumbles.Â
âYou need to eat a bit. I wonât allow you to leave the table before you have eaten. Look at Lydia, sheâs eating.â
Lydia feels her cheeks heat up as the attention turns to her. Sheâs suddenly embarrassed over obeying. Feeling exposed and naked under Nadiaâs look of disbelief, as if sheâs just broken a silent pact. But instead of saying anything, Nadia picks up her fork and takes a bite of the white rice. The twins can agree that this might have been the worst dinner they have ever experienced.Â
Nadia puts her hand over her heart and clears her throat. There's a heavy feeling over her chest, something almost suffocating. She looks to the side, seeing how Lydia is frowning as well, trying to clear her throat. Nadia think that she looks like sheâs going to faint. She wants to ask her how sheâs feeling, but doesnât dare talk in front of their father, afraid to start a conversation.Â
After dinner, the twins decide to go upstairs, but their legs suddenly feel weak enough to break apart.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Lydia whispers and grips the staircase railing.Â
âI think that he put something in the foodâ, Nadia whispers back.Â
âI feel really sick âŚâ
She falls down on her knees in the middle of the staircase, still holding onto the railing. Nadia hurries to pull her up again and drags her over to her bedroom, lazily tucking her in.Â
âDonât leave meâ, Lydia whimpers and grabs her hand before she can leave the room. âStay ⌠please. Donât go. I'm scared.â
Nadia agrees, not wanting to leave. She climbs down under the covers of Lydiaâs bed. They lay in silence and look up at the tilted, wooden ceiling. For every minute passes by, theyâre growing more and more sick. Every muscle in their bodies seem to ache, twist and turn.Â
âHeâs doing it to us tooâ, Nadia whispers.Â
They hear the lock on the door click and give each other terrified looks. Nadia stumbles out of the bed and feel the handle. She gulps in horror and turns back to the bed.Â
âItâs locked!â she says and breathes out in shock. âHe actually locked it âŚâ
âCome back âŚâ, Lydia begs and reaches for her.Â
Nadia returns to the bed, crawls down under the covers and hugs her. She wraps her arms around her sister and rests Lydiaâs head on her shoulder.Â
âIâm scaredâ, Lydia whispers.Â
âItâs going to be okayâ, Nadia replies, although she doesnât believe it herself. âWeâre going to be okay.â
Dr Kry removes his tie, about to go to sleep.Â
âI canât believe you âŚâ, you whisper from the bed, with her eyes down at her trembling hands.Â
âDarling âŚâ, Dr Kry sighs and turns around.Â
You raise your tone, but keep it hushed enough not to exceed the bedroom walls. âYou promised that they would never get hurt! You promised that they would never get exposed to this fucking substance!â
âThey havenât ⌠yet.â
âYet?! Donât fucking tell me-â
âThey figured it out, okay? They heard our conversation and decided to check out the hospital for themselves. I underestimated their intelligence ⌠and their love for you.â He sighs annoyedly. âIâm not going to let their lack of understanding break apart our family â that I have fought so hard for. I put something in their food to keep them still for a while. Itâs nothing dangerous, little one. I promise you that.â
âIf I knew that you were going to break your promise-â
âI had to.â
He is about to caress your cheek, but hears sounds coming from next door. One of the girls is banging on the locked bedroom door, and calling for him. Dr Kry excuses himself and gets out of the room. He walks over to Lydiaâs room, where the noise is coming from. Quickly, he unlocks, finding Nadia leaning on the wall right next to the door. Her eyes are full with tears.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Dr Kry asks.Â
âLydia isnât waking up!â Nadia cries.
Dr Kry feels his body turn cold. He runs over to the bed where his other daughter is lying on her side, and he soon finds out that Nadia is right â she isnât waking up. He shakes her, gives her gentle taps on her cheeks and lifts her up. Nothing wakes her. He has to take her to the hospital.Â
âWait, where are you going?!â Nadia screams after him as Dr Kry carries her sister down the stairs. âShe doesnât want to be alone!â
âYou have to stay here with momâ, Dr Kry says over his shoulder. âIâm taking care of Lydia.â
He hurries out of the house and quickly places her down in the back seat. Dr Kryâs usual forty minute drive to the hospital took only twenty five minutes this time. He picked her up in her arms and ran inside through the backdoor, and didnât stop until their reach the room you have spent many, many months in. Dr Kry places his daughter down on the very same bed you have laid in. He placed an oxygen over Lydiaâs mouth and nose, turning on the machine. He hasnât felt this scared in a long time.Â
Finally, after an hour, Lydia opens her eyes with a small moan. Dr Kry hurries over to the bed and removes the mask.Â
âHow are you feeling?â he asks her and brushes the hair out of her face.Â
âI feel really sickâ, she whimpers.Â
âDo you need to throw up?âÂ
Lydia nods. Dr Kry picks her up again and moves her into the bathroom where she hovers over the toilet for ten minutes. Dr Kry holds her hair back and grimaces sadly. He does feel bad for putting her through this, but he has to.Â
âThere you goâ, he says and puts her down on the bed again.Â
âWhy am I here?â Lydia asks weakly.
âYou werenât responding when anyone tried to wake you up. I got worried, so I decided to take you here.â
âAm I going to die?â
Dr Kry scoffs out a smile in a weird sensation of deja-vu. He has heard that question a lot, in the exact same tone and manner, but from the generation before her. Â
âYouâre notâ, he reassures her and strokes her hair. âYou know that I would never let anything happen to you.â
âWhy am I feeling like this?â
âI put something in your food to make you and Nadia calm down, but you seem to have reacted badly to the substance ⌠weirdly enough. Since youâre identical twins, i thought youâd react the same, but it seems like you are a bit more sensitive than your sister.â
âNadia ate less than me.â
âYeah, you might have gotten more substance in your body, which is why you feel worse. Itâs going to be okay, I will not let anything happen to you.â
âBut you hurt me.â
His smile drops and his hand stops stroking her hair. He knows that Lydia shares half of her mothers genetics, but he didnât know that she would sound exactly like you. She has never heard you use these phrases, and yet Lydia has chosen the exact same wording that you have tortured Dr Kry with years ago.Â
âI didnât mean for you to end up hereâ, Dr Kry sighs and continues to stroke her hair. âThat was my fault, I admit that. However, I had to keep you and Nadia a bit sedated because of how scared you were.â
âWhy did you use so much?â she whimpers.Â
âI was a bit shaky myself, I wasnât meant to hurt you, Lydia.â
Lydia sighs shakily and sinks down in the mattress. She wants nothing more than to go back home, to Nadia, but at the same time she knows that if she goes back home, she will be locked in her room again. Continuing with life now that they know their fatherâs secret will be difficult.Â
âHow long do I have to stay here?â she asks quietly.Â
âUntil youâre feeling betterâ, Dr Kry replies and stands up. âFor now, I think that you need to sleep. Itâs late.â
Thatâs the last thing she wants to do. She has always been Dr Kryâs (not so subtle) favorite, and she has always had a preference for her father ⌠but for the very first time, sheâs afraid of him. She canât trust him anymore, especially about her health. Being unconscious is the last thing she wants to do.Â
âI donât want toâ, Lydia says pleadingly. âIâm not tired ⌠please donât make me sleep, dad.â
Please donât make me sleep. Your voice echoes in his head, in the exact same tone. Dr Kry knows that he did a million things wrong when he kept you here, and now he has a second chance to fix things.Â
âOkayâ, he breathes out and sits down on his stool. âYou donât have to sleep, darling.â
Lydia gulps and looks around in the room, trying to imagine how you had felt while being here. She feels a heavy sensation over her chest, like a heavy stone. She couldnât see the poisoned air purifier that was mentioned in the journal.Â
âDid mom lay here?â Lydia whispers.Â
âYesâ, he answers quietly.Â
âHow long?â
Dr Kry looks down at his nails, eyes faltering. âA, uh ⌠very long time. Many, many months.â
She starts to look around again. âWhere is the air purifier?â
âItâs not here ⌠it broke, a long time ago. I had to throw it away.â
âDo you still use that kind of thing on mom?â
âNo, I donât. Not often.â
But he has his new way to make sure you stay.
Nadia runs her hand through her hair. Her poor sister. What should she do? Dr Kry left the rooms unlocked, which means that she can move around. She drags herself into your bedroom. You look at her with wide, nervous eyes.Â
âIs she okay?â you ask and take Nadia in your arms.Â
âI-I donât knowâ, Nadia responds shakily while shaking her head desperately. âShe wasnât waking up and âŚâ
âSheâs going to be okay. I know your father can all of those medical stuff ⌠maybe a little too well.â You sigh and caress the seventeen-year old girlâs face. âItâs going to be okay.â
Nadia shakes her head. âNo fucking way things are going to be okay! Heâs a madman, mom.â
âI ⌠I know.â
âWe canât stay here.â
âWhere are we supposed to go, Nad? We have no car, nearest neighbor is a kilometer away and we have poison in our blood. Sweetheart, we canât walk far.â
âMom, we have to leave. We canât stay here with this psychopath!â
âNadia âŚâ
Nadia sighs frustratedly and hides her face in her hands. Something has to work. The farthest she has seen you walk is out to the garden when theyâve had picnic evenings. You take her hand, removing it.
âSweetheart ⌠you know dad loves you, right?â you ask carefully. You donât want her to hate her him, after all he is her father ⌠but you have to let her know the truth, no more living in the shadow.
âFucking doubt itâ, Nadia mutters.Â
âHe does. In his ⌠own little way. But I need you to understand that he has sides that he hasnât shown you ⌠a-and I donât want you to see those sides.â
Nadiaâs face goes blank. Youâre trying your best not to get swindled back into old memories, but thinking about that murderous side of Dr Kry brings you back to a time you much rather would want to forget.Â
âMom?â Nadia asks blankly and almost shouts in panic. âMom! What sides?â
âHe ⌠He is a very patient man, but he can't take as much as possible, so please, whatever you do ⌠cooperate.â
âWhat does that mean? Mom?â
Nadia goes cold. Thatâs it, she thinks, they have to leave.Â
âMom, get upâ, she says and grabs the blanket before ripping it off. âNow. Before he returns.â
âNad-â
âWe have to try, at least. Please.â
You hesitate before getting out of bed. Nadia grabs your hand and try to pull you out of the bedroom, but everything around you seem to spin. Your entire body is heavy and aching in all the wrong places.Â
âNadia, waitâ, you groan. âIf Iâm going to move, I have to move slowly.â
âAlrightâ, Nadia agrees. âIâll go get some stuff and then meet you by the stairs.â
Nadia runs to her room to collect her wallet and hoodies for herself and her sister, then runs to get your jacket. She meets you by the stairs, helps you put your jacker on and then start to lead you down. Youâre terrified of falling.Â
âNadia, I donât think that this is a good ideaâ, you mumble and think back of your numerous escape attempts, all ending with someone losing their life.Â
âWe have to, momâ, Nadia pleads. âI canât leave you here.â
âWhat about Lydia?â
âIâll figure something out afterwards.â
Nadia unlocks the front door and leads you out on the glass verandah. Youâre filled with fear. What if you canât walk? What if you hurt yourself? What if Dr Kry finds out? Your body wonât be able to take his anger. Besides, you have barely left the house in eighteen years â apart from a few car rides here and there â what if the world has changed to something you donât like?
âMomâ, Nadia says slowly. âItâs going to be okay.â
âIâm terrifiedâ, you admit.Â
âWe will be okay.â
They start to walk along the dark countryside road. There are no streetlight this far out in the forest, but the moon lights up enough for them to see where the road is heading.Â
âItâs been years since I was outside lastâ, you say. âI think the last time I was out walking was in the garden, last summer when we had that picnic.â
âHave you ever tried to run away from dad before?â Nadia asks.Â
âI haveâ, you answer quietly. âA few times.â
âDid you ever succeed?â
âThat depends on what you mean by âsucceedingâ, because Iâm still here, arenât I? But I got away a few times ⌠the only problem was that he found me again.â You sigh, realizing that perhaps you shouldnât have this conversation with your underage daughter. âForget that. Where are we going?â
âWe need to go to our neighbors. They have to help us.â
Nadia has only spoken to the neighbors a few times, because of how rarely they run into each other.Â
They only manage to walk a hundred meters before bright, beaming headlights light up in front of them. Nadia wants to flee into the forest â in case it happens to be her father behind the wheel â but canât seem to pull you with her. The car stops and to Nadiaâs horror, her father gets out.Â
âWhat the Hell are you doing?!â he shouts, sounding both angry and terrified. âY/N!â
You freeze in your spot and seem to crawl together like a hurt dog, sounding like one too. Dr Kry runs over to you. Nadia watches in horror and starts to panic, wondering what she should do. Stay here with you and get caught in Dr Kryâs claws ⌠or make a run for it to try to get help.Â
âIâm sorryâ, you shriek in fear. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry-â
Dr Kry hugs your shaking body in his arms and strokes your back, hushing softly.
âI know you didnât come up with this stupid ideaâ, he reassures you. âDonât cry, my dear, I'm here now. I know this wasn't your fault. I'm not mad at you. Iâll get you back home and I'll take care of you. Itâs going to be okay.â
He helps you into the front seat. You donât fight back in the slightest. Nadia looks back at the dark forest and gulps. Her eyes glues onto something in the backseat and realizes that he has come back with her sister!Â
âNadia, get in, we've had enough of these childish outburstsâ, her father tells her. âGet in. Now.â
âIs she okay?â Nadia almost stutters and points at her sleeping sister.Â
âSheâs okay. If you donât get in now, Nadia, Iâm taking them both with me and youâll never see them again.â
His favoritism has never been clearer, Nadia thinks. She canât leave her sister ⌠so she gets into the backseat. Nadia wakes her sister up and caresses her cheek.Â
âAre you okay?â she whispers quickly. âDid he hurt you?â
âI feel okayâ, Lydia whispers back. âJust ⌠tired. I had tro throw up a lot and I think that he gave me some sleeping pills or something. I insisted on going home ⌠so he let me.â
Nadia breathes out. She glances over at the front seat. Their father holds the steering wheel with one hand and yours with the other.Â
âPlease donât cryâ, he wishes.Â
Nadia watches on in disgust.Â
When they get back to the white villah, Nadia pulls her sister up to her own room and lays her down on the bed while Dr Kry takes you into the master bedroom.Â
âHere you goâ, Nadia says and tucks her in. âAre you okay? Do you need anything?â
âSome waterâ, Lydia says quietly.Â
Nadia disappears downstairs to get a glass of water. She meets her father in the stairs.Â
âNadia, Iâm not sure your sister will be able to leave her bed for a whileâ, he says warningly. âI wouldnât try to leave, if i were you. If you do, I will take both of them with me, and youâll never see them again.â
âDo you like to hurt your family?â she spits back. âWhat kind of sadist are you?â
âOne to make sure my family stays with me. If you donât want to end up in the same physical state as your sister and mother, youâre going to continue living as if everything is normal, got that? Go to school, come home, study, continue everything. No talking to anyone about this. Is that clear?â
âSo everything as normal ⌠but without Lydia?â
âExactly.â
âWhy arenât you healing her?â
âBecause Iâm not going to let you, or anyone, take my family from me. Be glad that Iâm still letting you live normally.â
Nadia glares at him and continues up the stairs. She holds the glass to Lydiaâs mouth, watching her sip.Â
âWhat now?â she whispers.Â
âIâm allowed to continue living like normally ⌠and you donâtâ, Nadia says quietly. âIâm sorry.â
âBut ⌠but I donât want to live like mom!â
âI know. Iâm sorry, Lyd.â
The girl in the bed sighs sadly. Naida takes her hand and gulps.Â
The coming weeks seem normal. Nadia goes to school, studies, returns to the villah, but nothing is the same. Without Lydia, thereâs no use in being on top. She has no one to impress anymore. Her father is dead to her, and sucking up to him makes her sick. She barely talks to her friends anymore. Theyâre always asking her about Lydia, and why sheâs not in school anymore. Nadia canât come up with countless excuses ⌠itâs easier to distance herself.Â
Life doesnât seem that bright and colorful anymore. Nadia canât bring herself to be excited about things that used to interest her badly. Now, every day is a chore, something she wants to get done, until something happens ⌠but she doesnât know what it is. A death in the family? Someone saving them? Someone killing someone?Â
Nadia walks out of school, seeing her fathers white car parked outside the gates, and him inside ⌠waiting for her.Â
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere drabbles#yandere oc x you#yandere fics#yandere oc x reader#yandere stories#yandere doctor#platonic yandere#yandere ocs#female reader#yandere oneshot#the younger generation
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Yandere platonic omega father x neglected child reader
Omega father who was in a happy and stable marriage with his alpha, the two met in high school and fell in love, it was a typical romance clichĂŠ where the alpha and the omega were academic rivals competing for the title of best in the class
The two eventually became friends/rivals until they finally became lovers, after college graduation the two got married, everything is going well until the omega gets pregnant
It is an unexpected but not unhappy pregnancy, the alpha works in a very well-paid job so there is no worry about money so despite not really liking the idea the omega quits his job planning to stay home during the pregnancy
It is a happy pregnancy, you are born a beta, you are an adorable child and your alpha father loves you with all his heart, your omega father also loves you despite being bothered by your gender, your omega instincts cannot understand why your puppy has no smell, is the puppy sick? Is the puppy defective?
The first five years of your life are wonderful, you have an amazing alpha father and an omega father who is always at home with you, everything is fine until it isn't anymore
Suddenly your omega father asks for a divorce, you and your father are surprised, you never expect this, you both love each other so why does the omega father want to leave!? Because he feels trapped, he couldn't go back to work and now his life revolves around a child and a husband as if he were one of those traditional omegas, this was never the life he imagined, he always imagined himself in the future as an independent omega
Despite his alpha father's attempts to try to rebuild the relationship, his omega father leaves, there is no fight for custody because his omega father makes it very clear that he has no interest in keeping the beta reader, in court the omega father declares that he is not mother material and that he never wanted to be a mother
He really thinks that he does not fit into this role of motherhood until he meets and falls in love with two adorable little abandoned orphan omega girls, he adopts them and the role of motherhood easier than he breathes
Omega father who becomes neglectful of his biological child, stops answering your calls and starts canceling several father-child meetings with you
Years pass and the neglect it goes on and on and on and on you insist on begging for your omega father's love until one day you have had enough, during a rare father-child meeting you are walking through the mall with your negligent omega father, everything is going well until you hear two voices scream
They are the negligent omega father's adopted daughters, they were buying some clothes and saw the two of you, as soon as your omega father saw his precious babies he forgot about you, he immediately goes to them completely forgetting that you were there and all you can do is watch as the three of them walk away
It turns out that this was not just an ordinary father-child meeting, this was a meeting to celebrate your birthday and only after seeing that scene do you realize how little you matter to him, crying you grab your cell phone to call your alpha father to pick you up because obviously your omega father forgot that he was your ride back
After that you give up, no more phone calls, no more letters and no more attempts to arrange meetings, you finally realized that all you need is your alpha father
Everything remains silent until the neglectful omega father notices your absence, after looking at your old baby photos your absence silence began to make a huge echo in the omega father's conscience
He looks at the date and then panic sets in, 18 - you're going to be 18 soon and he can't remember almost anything about you almost no memories or remarkable events come to his mind which is strange because he remembers all the twins' events very well
â˘Yandere omega father who calls you only to realize that your number has been blocked
â˘Yandere omega father who tries to write letters that always end up being sent back sealed
â˘Yandere omega father who tries to contact you through school only to realize that he doesn't know what school you go to, have you graduated yet? What college do you intend to attend?
â˘Yandere omega father who tries to take the matter to court only to be told that you are now a legal adult so you can decide that you no longer want contact with your parent
â˘Yandere omega father who is desperate to regain contact with you, he has realized his mistakes so WHY DO YOU KEEP IGNORING HIM!?
#yandere x reader#yandere platonic#omegaverse#yandere omega#oc#This is my first post so I hope you like it
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Ok but adoptive Fae King Dad rotating in my mind like a rotisserie chicken.
(800 words)
At first he thought you were a perfect chance to teach some humans a lesson. Letting a child walk alone in woods where Fae were known to live? Someone was going to learn sooner or later.
He stood dramatically waiting for your attention, ready to launch into a full lecture about how because of your neglectful parents he was going to turn you into some yet undecided woodland creature.
But you surprise him, youâre smart enough to know the potential trouble youâre in but also openly curious about him.
Heâs always been a bit vain so when you start asking questions about him, his clothes and his magic, he canât help himself from giving all the answers you wish.
Before heâs realized it, itâs been an afternoon and youâre politely requesting his help in bringing you home.
All plans of turning you into a bird or a squirrel are forgotten as he walks you to the forestâs edge warning you of the dangers of his domain.
He watches you make your way back to the hovel you call a home and he is already deciding in which wing of his palace youâll be staying in.
Youâre not the first child heâs taken an interest in, you have a few siblings at home youâve yet to meet. None of which are surprised when their father comes home in a whirlwind already barking orders to his staff about getting rooms ready, clothes made and a ball to formally introduce you to his court as his youngest child.
Heâs surprised when you willingly come back to his forest, sure that your parents would forbid it after youâd told them about Him, already four steps deep into a plan on how he was going to lure you back. But now he sees a much simpler path forward.
You started to come to the forest nearly daily and you talk and explore with him for hours at a time. It became a comfortable and solid routine, and you trusted if you came he would be there.
He immediately can tell how starved for attention you are, happily rambling about whatever you wished as you and Him walked together in his forest. The perfect foundation to build his plan on.
One day while you two are relaxing in the forest, you make mention of his more unnatural features, his horns, his wings, his teeth, with a tiny hint of jealousy.
He casually brings up his other children, talking about how they were once human, but now were fully Fae like him. A simple transformation, really. He says pretending not to notice the hunger that grows in your eyes.
He loves to compliment you, about how brave, smart and curious you were. Heâd often go on about how proud your family must be of you. How they mustâve showered you in praise. Of course heâs not surprised when you nod and smile along, the smile not reaching your eyes.
He knows that itâs almost time when you bring up his other children, asking about what they were like. Watching you pretend not to care about the answer made him want to forget all his plans and take you home then. But he did not become King through rushed action.
So he talks about them and heâs unable to contain his joy and love when he does. All of them unique and interesting each he loved more than the world its self. He explained how all of his children chose to be with him. All from less than perfect homes, all who saw the life he offered and took it.
Then you and your parents have a fight, youâre spending too much time alone in the forest and now people are gossiping about your family.
Even at your young age, you know that the fact that they care more about peopleâs gossip than your safety and it escalates to a huge mess. Your parents forbid you from ever going to the forest again and itâs your breaking point.
That night you sneak out running to the forest as quick as possible, and as always he is waiting for you with open arms. He holds you as you cry, everything coming out about how your parents never cared and how you wished to have a parent like him.
Your face is buried in his shirt and so you donât see the smile that slowly grows over his face. He gently calms you down and says how happy heâd be to have a child like you. And if you wanted, you could become as much of a Fae as he. You even get a family as a bonus.
How could you ever say no?
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Platonic Yandere Kitsune + Child Reader
Imagine the most vain, deceitful, mischievous kitsuneÂ
Infamous for killing hundreds of humans and even more unfortunate children
An actual evil menaceÂ
He has been doing this for a good two centuriesÂ
Already having earned his two tailsÂ
Unfortunately, the wisdom of older age doesnât seem to disparage him from terrorizing the kingdomâs outer edges
Almost omniscient there's no telling where he is or if heâs in disguise or if heâs been building fake relationships with others to lure them in
Itâs scary but not enough to scare off children completely
Which leads to you
A nice life in nobility means youâre sheltered or at least given a nicer tale than most kids
But your family wasnât without humble beginningsÂ
So the only real time you do find yourself playing in the great outdoors is then
âHello, little one!â
He doesnât bother to hide his fox ears or his flicking tailsÂ
He finds children are easily interested in them
Looking up from the sticks you were playing with, you offer him a smile
He smirks to himself this is going to be too easy
After introducing himself with another fake name he moves along
âCome follow me into the forest, deeper inside we can play house together there!â
âHmm no.â
âYayâwait. Did you say ânoâ?â
âYeah.â
Not entirely...different but different enough
He knows some kids treat their parentâs words as law
so this will take a little more convincing
âActually I just donât want to play house right now.â
This is fine
Most children need a little peer pressure to do what he wants
âFine then. Guess we wonât be able to play together, after all.â
âOkay!â
What?!Â
He watches as you skip further away from his direction flapping the sticks
How irritatingÂ
You didnât do a single thing he wanted you to
He excuses himself to blow off some steam aka drowning some fellow in the river
He tells himself to shake it offÂ
he still is the best at tricking kids
He proves this by devouring the soul of some other kid with all the same tricks that didnât work on you
But even with a full stomach, heâs bothered
How dare you?
How could you?
He finds you again maybe not at your vacation home
This time heâs a bit more direct letting his mask slip a littleÂ
âCome with me. Please? Iâm so so scared!â
âThen Iâll just get my dad. If youâre so scared.â
âNO! I mean why wonât you? You seem so brave,â
âI donât want to go in there. Iâm wearing my garden shoes. I donât want these ones ruined too.â
He gets so frustratedÂ
Going to his lavish shrine where lesser spirits serve him and other mischievous yokai often come to party to complain
âI canât believe this child is making this so difficult! Sometimes I have such a hard time not just eating them out of spite!â
âRight? But itâs the whole chase that makes it fun!â an especially powerful Chochin raves
âTrue that and it's more delicious!â a Kappa friend of his toastsÂ
It isnât until he listens to a Yuki Ona who really makes him think
âChildren bring a warmth like none other. Caring for one is an adventure.â
He remembers that when he starts to watch you again
Finally noticing the quirks that make you the way you are
What foods you like
How you like to be put to bed
It all starts to make sense to him but he still stays
He watches
And he waits
For what he doesnât knowÂ
He just waits
Sometimes heâll step away to feed on an adult he comes across or an especially bratty child
Comparing them to you as he picks his teeth
He only really notices when there's a break in your routine
Part 2: Here
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Yandere President! Husband x First Lady! Wife Reader:
I have never seen a yandere as a political figure, be it a mayor, minister, senator, congressman or president of an entire country.
The Yandere President met you before he rose to power, and from there he became madly infatuated with you.
The yandere president came from a very powerful family like you, so your parents and his arranged a marriage despite the modernity of the time.
He received a very comprehensive, albeit and very strict education.
Your education wasn't very different from his; you even knew each other from a young age, as your parents purposely brought you together.
The Yandere President won't take "no" from you for an answer.
A president needs to have charisma and know how to communicate with people, and the Yandere president is no exception. He KNOWS that there are people who believe in him, and whether he is corrupt or not, he will use this chance of manipulation to his advantage to have you.
The Yandere President will always make sure you're comfortable wherever you go together, or whenever you want to stay home. You will have the best medical care and attention, as well as the best food, drink, clothing, treats, accessories and, above all, protection.
And by the way, you will have a great and powerful status that others would envy.
The Yandere President is one of those powerful, paranoid, manipulative, protective and, above all, controlling yanderes.
Whether you're alone or with him, you'll ALWAYS be watched by him wherever you go, even if it's from your bedroom to the living room. The Yandere President will have bodyguards on hand to carefully protect you, him, and his family; he also has servants such as private chefs, maids, chauffeurs, butlers, security guards, etc.
ALL of those servants will tell the yandere president everything you say or do.
The yandere president has a WHOLE team of security cameras and microphones watching you from every possible angle (even if you can't see them), so he ALWAYS knows where you are, who you're with, what you say and what you do. After that, there's no way you can lie to him.
He would even limit your outings to the patio, for fear of snipers, according to him.
Needless to say, you have become the main object of his crazy obsessive love. He would do anything to have you; including killing his love rivals; overprotecting you; isolating you; censoring or controlling all information about you in the media.
The Yandere President knows he has enemies everywhere, both politicians from other parties and other nations and civilians (including rebel groups) who are willing to kidnap you, torture you, extort you, rob you, rape you and even kill you for the simple reason of being related to him.
The yandere president would barely let you see your family.
The Yandere President would love any gift you give him, just because it came from you, his greatest love.
The Yandere President would proudly show you off to everyone, and wouldn't stop reminding the citizens that you are his.
Even though you participate in politics and charity events, the yandere president considers that you should only be his due to his jealousy.
And speaking of which, the yandere president will not stand for you leaving him or talking to another man other than himself, your father or maybe a brother.
Whether in public or private, he will hold your hand, hug you or kiss you, but not to keep up appearances, but to show you the love he feels for you.
Although the yandere president knows that he must protect you from the paparazzi and the media, since he knows that if they have no mercy on him (being the president), much less will they have mercy on you.
I almost forgot: the yandere president would NOT accept a divorce.
He can't bear the idea that you, his beloved, want to leave him.
He would question you intensively to find out the reason for the divorce. Did he not take care of you? Did someone threaten you? Did he not give you enough gifts? Did he not love you or give you enough affection? Did he not give you the attention you wanted? Did someone do something to you and he did not protect you enough?
The Yandere President would talk things over with you and tell you right away that he would NOT let you go anywhere.
The yandere president will even lock you up to make you reconsider.
The Yandere President is not only someone with a lot of money; he also has the best team of private detectives, investigators, spies, hackers, guards and even police officers; so he knows EVERYTHING about you and your family, so if he can't get you to give up on the divorce, he'll have your parents pressure you or threaten to make them disappear.
The Yandere President is capable of ordering the killing of any lover you have.
He is the yandere president; he has absolute control over every part of the country, be it houses, apartments, schools and universities, public administration sites, establishments, all streets and even airports and/or borders.
Now, he would never dare to hurt you directly.
The Yandere President would be capable of making your life difficult if you divorce him. He will do everything to get you back, even sending his men to kidnap you.
He would not accept a divorce even if his election campaigns fail, just think that if he fails, you'll do it together.
The yandere president would be able to become a yandere dictator for you.
He would invite you on the most dazzling trips around the country or around the world.
-The end.
So, what do you think?
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Little Princess
Yandere Royal Family x Fake Princess!Reader
Part 2
Warning: possessiveness, platonic yandere, my english is horrible
You grew up as the youngest princess of the Lichen Empire, being the youngest of 4 siblings, you grew up too protected and pampered. Even so, you were always kind to everyone, everyone considers you the light of the empire.
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Yandere family! that pampers you too much, you once stared for more than 0.1 second at a blue diamond necklace (very rare and expensive on the mainland) and the next day it was in your room with matching earrings.
Yandere family! that overprotects you too much, you can walk on the castle grounds but one of your brothers has to always be with you and if you want to go beyond the castle walls, only the most experienced and loyal guards can be your escort.
Yandere Family! when your nephews were born, you became very protective of them growing up and instead you became their favorite aunt and in a way they turning yandere is your fault compared to the rest of your family.
Yandere family! when you escaped to take a closer look at the town, the royal family almost did a massacre thinking that a neighboring kingdom had kidnapped you, you rushed back to the castle when you heard the news of a possible war.
Yandere family! that after this event, they hired spies to watch you without you realizing it, you always feel eyes on you but you consider it paranoia and you just ignore it.
Yandere Family! that they are not the only platonic yanderes for you, the townspeople adore you very much and would be willing to sacrifice themselves for your happiness and safety.
Yandere Family! they were surprised when one day a young woman arrived saying that she was the true princess of Lichen and that a few minutes after she was born, she was exchanged for the daughter of a peasant who gave birth on the same day as the Empress.
Yandere family! they didn't believe her and called her crazy, they almost beheaded her for telling lies about their little princess but the royal council stopped them from doing so. Instead they used magic to check the blood types and your blood came out 0% related.
Yandere family! that when they discover that you are not the real princess, they feel hurt and devastated by not having any blood relationship with you but that does not prevent them from continuing to treat you as before, on the contrary, they fill you with more love, jewels and gold.
Yandere family! that they never told you that you were not of royal blood, for fear that you would try to leave, they also threatened the servants and guards so that they would never talk about it again.
Yandere Family! that they made up a story of a lost sister who had returned to her home after recovering her "lost" memories, you were surprised but glad to have another sister.
Yandere family! that they were surprised that the real princess has also turned yandere for you in the short time that she was with you being Yandere for you runs in their blood.
Yandere father! who consents to all your whims without hesitation, would invade kingdoms if you asked him to. "Everything my little princess wants will be hers"
Yandere mother! that she buys you all the jewels and dresses you want, she poisons the other noble ladies if they speak ill of you. "Talking ill of the princess is a sin punishable by death"
Yandere siblings! that they would make an alliance with the new princess to keep away all the people who get too close to you. "They don't deserve to be in your presence, we better drink tea together"
Yandere nephews! they would be the little spies of their parents to know what you are doing all the time without suspecting and you are their most trusted person. "aunt, let's play in the garden, aunt, you would never leave us would you?
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Dark Platonic! Rich Father x Reader
Cecil, your father, was a teen dad, working two jobs to provide for you until he decided to take a loan from the bank to open a small business.
It only took him six years to become the richest man in the country.
All that happened, because Cecil wants you to have the best life.
No father wants their child to live in poverty.
As you grow older, you realise how your father became more possessive and controlling.
He homeschooled you and paid for the best tutors in fear that someone might take advantage of you.
Cecil would provide you with the best food, education, and clothes you need.
However, if you want an allowance, then you have to earn it by...
Respecting him and doing as he tells you.
Going with him to the company and helping him with paper work.
Just so he can keep watching you.
If you misbehave, you will be locked up for a week without any connection to the outside world, you will only receive your meals.
You cannot go out without him or without being surrounded by at least three bodyguards.
He tried to be your friend, so you don't have any friends, but it seems like you always felt uneasy in his presence.
At the age of fifteen, you called child protective services on him after your father threatened to lock you up for a whole month if you didn't cut off your friendships.
Unfortunately, CPS did nothing because Cecil managed to convince them with his money that you are mentally unstable.
"I'm really disappointed in you, you have lost my trust, (Y/n)"
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Not quite Yandere yet but here is a snippet of the Yandere single dad short story. And a kindergartener obsessed with you being his mom
Yandere Short Stories: Mommy (Prequel)
Eventual Yandere Single Father x Teacher Afab Reader
A pale hand shakily held the drawing his son, Jesse, made in horror. Who on earth could the smiling woman beside little Jesse be? Had another snake tried ti sink their fangs into the Isbert family once more?
Liam Isbert was the heir to the Isbert family. A man of extreme power and wealth who many women (and men) tried to woo. Only one had successfully baby trapped him which resulted in Jesseâs birth.
âWho is this woman?â Liam glared at the elderly nanny who frowned at Liamâs anger. âWhat kind of wench had been filling my childâs head with lies? She is not his mommy.â
âI assure you Miss (last name) is just his teacher. Your son is extremely attached to her.â The nanny told Liam which only made him angrier.
Impossible. She had to be after their familyâs money and thatâs why she sunk her fangs into a child. How cowardly!
âNotify the school that I wish to have a private meeting with his teacher.â Liam told the nanny as he ran a hand through his dark, wavy locks. Liam was so frustrated with these gold diggers. They were all the sameâŚ
He might have to homeschool Jesse nowâŚ
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Liam sat in the back of his limousine as he watched Jesse excitedly run into the kindergarten. Liam has never seen his son so excited for anything in his life.
The brunette took a long drag from his cigar when he saw a beautiful young woman head towards Jesse. A smile as warm as a ray of sunshine on her face when she saw Liamâs son.
The little boy hurdled his small body into his pretty teacher. Jesseâs arms wrapped around her legs, while his blue eyes stared up at her with so much love it made Liam want to puke. How on earth did this woman charm his antisocial son?
Liam reeled down the window and was about to scream at her when he heard her laugh.
âGoodness, Jesse. Itâs only been a day. Are you that excited to learn?â (Your name) smiled down at the dark haired boy who nodded his head.
âI just wanted to be with mom-â
âJesse, itâs Miss (last name).â (Your name) ruffled Jesseâs dark brown hair which made the little boy pout. âIâm your teacher.â
âWhy canât you be my mommy? Youâre so nice to meâŚâ
(Your name) laughed as she bent down to pick Jesse up. âBecause I would have to date your dad and I donât really have any interest in men.â
Jesse thought for a minute and then he scrunched his face. âDaddy is kind of mean and heâs smelly.â
âYouâre not supposed to say your daddy is mean or smelly!â (Your name) loudly giggled as she carried Jesse into her class.
Liam sat frozen in his limousine in shock. She didnât want to date him? And⌠what did Jesse mean by him being mean and smelly?
âSir, your meeting with the teacher will be at three in the afternoon. Do you want me to take you to the office.â
Liam shook his head and reeled up the limoâs window. âYes. That would be nice, Allen.â
For the first time in many years, Liam felt his heart flutter.
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âYou must be Jesseâs dad. Itâs nice to finally meet you.â (Your name) warmly smiled at Liam who remained silent. Liam couldnât hear a word she said due to how loud his heart beat in his ear drums. His beating muscle would bring a snare drum to shame.
âMister Isbert?â Liam was brought back down to reality when his teacher addressed him. His green eyes focused on her concerned expression. âAbout your reason no for a meeting⌠Jesse seems to be quite attached to me due to his lack of a mother. I try to correct him but he seems adamant about it. I am so sorry to inconvenience you-â
âWhat is your motive?â Liam narrowed his eyes at the young woman who seemed shocked. Motive? Whatever did he mean?
âWhat do you mean-â
âHow much money do you want? Iâm willing to pay you if you leave my son alone-â Liam was shocked when (your name) slammed her hands on her desk when she stood up.
âHow dare you⌠Iâm sorry that other people have wanted such things from you but I do not. I care about Jesse. He desperately wants a parent that loves him and heâs not getting that from anyone in his house.â (Your name) scoffed at Liamâs shell shocked expression. The young woman shook her head. âThis is extremely unprofessional of me, but you never spend any time with your son so Iâm not surprised you donât notice his concerning behavior of wanting to be loved.â
Liam gasped when she slapped a file in front of him that was full of letters from Jesse. Dozens of notes asking her to adopt him. Why did his son want this woman so badly?
âBe a better parent before you point fingers. Now get out of my classroom.â
Liam felt his cheeks heat up and his heart pound in his chest. She didnât want his money⌠she just wanted Jesse to be cared forâŚ
Liam was shocked to see Jesse outside the door. Jesseâs little hands clutched his lunch pail so tightly, his knuckles were white.
âJesse-â Jesse shoved past Liam to stand beside his teacher.
âMommy, I want to eat lunch together! Can you cut the crust off my sandwich? I donât like the crust.â
(Your name) smiled down at Jesse and took the lunchbox from him.
âItâs Miss (last name), Jesse⌠but of course I can take off the crust.â
And thatâs when Liam noticed the pink blush on Jesseâs cheeks. Jesse loved his teacher⌠and who was he to separate them?
Liam shoved his hands in his suit jacket pockets and left the school in a hurry. His fingers itched for a cigar to try to calm down the rush of emotions he felt.
Perhaps heâd apologize to Miss (last name)? He wondered if she liked roses?
Liam blushed at the thought of her accepting roses from him. Sheâd be so pretty in redâŚ
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