#yandere tetyana malinovsky x autistic!reader

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Moya mriya (My dream) (Yandere!Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky/Yandere!Iridescence x autistic!ADHD!reader) Part 1?

*Not my GIF, this is currently kinda my face/voice canon for her, but maybe a bit softer.

Summary: You never thought anyone would fall in love with you, let alone in such a deep way. But a certain Ukrainian witch plans to prove you wrong.

(CW: Ableism, loss of a job)

Author’s Note: Anya’s a shy bean, but don’t underestimate her. Should I continue this?

It’s been several weeks since everything went downhill. You were fired from your job after your autism and ADHD kept getting in the way of you meeting deadlines, your parents had lectured you on how you just need to “try harder.” Your depression and anxiety are worsening, just to name a few things. The only thing that keeps you going is your favorite book store.

The day after you get the lecture from your parents, you decide to treat yourself to a new book from there to make you feel better. After picking one out, you go over to your quiet corner and read. You’re so absorbed in your book that you don’t notice that you’re being watched.

A woman who looks to be no older than her early-mid twenties with brown/reddish hair and soft brown doe eyes spots you as she reads her favorite fairytale for the billionth time. She sees how absorbed you are in your book, visibly reacting to what’s going on, laughing with the funny bits and crying during the sad parts. It endears her so much and she wants to speak to you, but she feels butterflies in her stomach whenever she tries to. 

She eventually figures out your daily routine after work; go to the bookstore, pick out a book, sit in the quiet corner and read for a few hours, then leave. And she's always there. She also entertains herself mentally through your thoughts. What does that mean, you ask? We’ll get to that.

Finally she decides to pluck up the courage and write a note. When you go to the bathroom, she takes out a slip of paper and a pen and writes down:

“Hello,

“I’ve seen you in the quiet corner a lot, and I would like to get to know you better.

“Sincerely, the girl with the fairytale book.”

and places it in your book over your bookmark. When you return and sit down, you read the note and look to your right. There she is. Her cheeks flush a bright scarlet. You smile at her and her heart flutters. 

“Hey there....” you begin.

She mutters back a shy “hi” and glances down at the floor. You move a little closer to her.

“So....you come here everyday as well?” you ask her.

She nods. 

"You have a name?"

She nods again and pulls out a piece of paper before writing down her answer and showing it to you.

"Tetyana, but people usually just call me Anya."

"That's a pretty name. I'm (Y/N).....you okay? You seem pretty nervous."

She nods and writes down something else.

“I’m just.....you know....”

“Shy?”

She nods.

The two of you open up a bit more, and slowly you begin to fall in love with her. And she can tell; one of her powers is telepathy, kind of. Her autism makes it difficult to distinguish certain thoughts. But because you two share diagnoses, she can tell.

You love her sweet, soft, and dreamy demeanor, it makes you feel safe around her. And she doesn’t judge you when you stim like several neurotypicals have. You slowly feel comfortable with her touch upon your hand, your arm, and eventually hugs.

She begins to share more of herself with you; in particular, her favorite fairytale. The Golden Slipper from her homeland of Ukraine. She gets you interested in knowing more about Ukraine and its culture. She teaches you some Ukrainian and even gives you a petname in Ukrainian.

“Moya mriya,” she says.

“What does that mean?” you ask.

She gives a shy smile and blushes a little.

“It means ‘my dream,’ because you make everyday feel like one come true.” 

This makes you blush. She’s so sweet and affectionate, so curious as she asks you about your interests.

What you don’t know is just how deeply and intensely she feels this love and affection for you. 

One day, you’re back in the quiet corner with her, reading your new favorite book.

“Moya mriya?” You hear Anya’s soft and musical voice enter your ears. “Have I ever actually told you the story of The Golden Slipper?”

You give this some thought and shake your head.

“I don’t think so. I’d love to hear it some time, though.”

“Why not right now?”

You blink, giving it some thought before deciding.

“Yeah, that’d be lovely.”

“Can....can I please play with your hair while I tell you the story, moya mriya?”

You smile and nod. She’s always so careful when she does this. You lay down in her lap and she begins.

“There was once upon a time an old man and an old woman, and the old man had a daughter, and the old woman had a daughter.” 

Her voice is so soft and gentle.

“And the old woman said to the old man, ‘Go and buy a heifer, that thy daughter may have something to look after!’ So the old man went to the fair and bought a heifer.” 

Like an angel whispering in your ear.

“Now the old woman spoiled her own daughter, but was always snapping at the old man’s daughter. Yet the old man’s daughter was a good, hard-working girl, while as for the old woman’s daughter, she was but an idle slut. She did nothing but sit down all day with her hands in her lap.”

It begins to lull you to sleep.

“One day the old woman said to the old man’s daughter, ‘Look now, thou daughter of a dog, go and drive out the heifer to graze! Here thou hast two bundles of flax. See that thou unravel it, and reel it, and bleach it, and bring it home all ready in the evening!’ Then the girl took the flax and drove the heifer out to graze.”

Your eyes begin to flutter and her voice seems to echo against your ears. 

“So the heifer began to graze, but the girl sat down and began to weep. And the heifer said to her, ‘Tell me, dear little maiden, wherefore dost thou weep?’ ’Alas! why should I not weep? My stepmother has given me this flax and bidden me unravel it, and reel it, and bleach it, and bring it back as cloth in the evening.’”

You swear you can see a bit of an iridescent glow.

“Grieve not, maiden!” said the heifer, “it will all turn out well. Lie down to sleep!”

You’re nearly out like a light when she whispers right into your ear.

“So moya mriya lay down to sleep.....”

And after she says that, you’re fast asleep....

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Baby Sister (Platonic!Yandere!Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky/Platonic!Yandere!Iridescence x autistic!ADHD!fem!reader)

*Not my GIF, I’m using this because I picture her looking a lot like AoU Wanda.

Summary: You wake up to find yourself “surprise adopted” by Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky as her “baby sister.” 

Author’s Note: So....I kinda wanna see how well Anya’s received here. She is very similar to Wanda Maximoff, personality and appearance-wise, maybe voice as well. She is Ukrainian (because thanks to Wanda, I’ve become more interested in my Ukrainian heritage) and has a twin brother I might write about. She also loves fairytales. As for the Iridescence, she is a very powerful witch, practically witch royalty. She’s called the Iridescence/Iridescent Witch because that’s her magic color and when light is reflected through something iridescent, there’s a lot of color, meaning she can utilize any color of magic she chooses, with practice of course. She is usually benevolent, but as a yandere, her idealism and ideology are twisted a bit. I might write a bit more about her kind of explaining her, at least what I have so far.

vid’ma: a witch.

Your head is throbbing as you come to. What the hell happened to you? The last thing you remember is someone whispering in your ear, a crystal glaze in your vision, and then darkness.

Opening your eyes, it takes a bit for them to adjust. But when they do, the place you find yourself in looks like it came out of a fantasy world. A mural of a magical nighttime forest is painted around the walls and a starry sky on the ceiling, the stars almost seem to actually twinkle. The unicorns and faeries in the forest also seem to move, giving the impression that you’re actually in a magical forest. 

The head of your bed is surrounded by a white canopy decorated with flower petals and butterflies. You feel a light breeze brush against your skin and you hear a soft voice singing a lullaby in a language that you don’t understand.

“H-hello?” you call out.

The singing stops and that’s when you see her. A woman with brown hair tinted with red and soft brown eyes. She wears a light blue dress shirt and a cream colored skirt going to just above her knees. It’s decorated with faeries and flowers. On her feet is a pair of black Mary Janes and dress socks. She gives a soft smile when she sees you.

“You’re awake.” There’s an accent in her voice, something Eastern European. She approaches the bed and sits on the edge. “How are you feeling, baby sister?”

“Umm.....a bit dazed and confused---wait, what did you call me?”

She gives a little giggle.

“Baby sister.”

You blink.

“Um....I’m not your baby sister.”

“Yes you are, at least you are now.”

You begin to feel confused and panicky.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Tetyana, but as my baby sister, you can call me Anya.”

“Were....were you the one who....who knocked me out?”

She sighs.

“I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. This world isn’t safe for you, baby sister...”

She reaches out and pets your head, something you don’t really mind.

“I want to be the one to protect you, and that’s what I intend to do.”

“I can defend myself just fine,” you assure her.

“I don’t want to risk it.” There’s a bit of firmness in her tone now. “You never know what sort of disasters lie out there waiting for you....here you are safe with your big sister.”

“Thanks for your concern,” you protest as calmly as possible. “But I’m perfectly capable of defending myself.

You try to sit up, but she pushes your head back onto the pillow.

“No,” she says. “Here is safe. Here is calm. Out there is not.”

You have to admit that she’s right about the second part. The lights aren’t too bright and it’s relatively quiet. 

“But.....why me?” you ask.

“Because....we’re very alike....I understand you; we both think differently from most.”

“Is that why it’s so dim and quiet here?”

Anya nods.

“Plus you’re also adorable.”

There’s one question that plagues your mind, but you’re not quite sure if you should ask.

“Eh, screw it,” you think.

“So, um....hypothetically, if I tried to escape you, what would happen?”

“Easy. I would simply take you back.”

“I’m a fast runner.”

“I bet you’re not as fast as your new big brother Erik. And anyway....”

She flattens out her hand and to your shock, a crystallized wisp appears.

“You’re.....you’re....”

Anya nods.

“Vid’ma....a witch....I’ve trained to protect my loved ones since I was ten.”

Her voice becomes especially firm now, firm enough to scare you.

“I’ve already lost my parents, and I worry I might lose Erik.....but I won’t lose you, baby sister. Ever.”

She makes the wisp disappear. 

“But if you intend to keep me here, why am I not tied up or anything?” you ask.

“Because I want to be able to trust you, baby sister. I won’t use restraints unless you prove to be difficult.”

That’s a slight relief to hear.

“Now....I bet you’re hungry. I’ll go prepare you something. Oh! Have you ever had chicken paprikash? It’s amazing, but it takes so long to prepare. How about some borscht? Do you like borscht, baby sister?”

“I-I’m not....hungry,” you insist.

“You’re going to be hungry eventually. And you need to eat. It’s good for you.”

She gives you a soft kiss on your head.

“Get some rest, baby sister. I’ll go make you something to eat.”

And with that, she heads out.

You sigh as you turn in the new bed. You never thought you’d be taken captive, let alone by a witch. Is there any chance of escape?

“I’ll just have to try, but I need a plan first....”

[I’m sorry if this isn’t all that great, but I really wanna introduce her to y’all. Lemme know if you want a second part. I can also do a romantic yandere plot with her, as she’s over 18.]

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Moya mriya (My dream) (Yandere!Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky/Yandere!Iridescence x autistic!ADHD!reader) Part 2

*Not my GIF, but I wanted SOMETHING of her face canon smiling. Look at how cute she is!

Summary: You underestimated just how intense Anya’s love is for you, and now you’re learning it a bit too late. 

(CW: Hypnosis, in a way.)

Author’s Note: Hey. So the R key on my laptop officially broke....sorta. I can still type with it. It’s just uncomfortable. I’ve ordered a replacement, (I’m worried I won’t put it in properly and end up breaking it though, and it should be here on Monday. I still wanted to get something out for you all because I love the engagement you all give to my writing, and I wanna get my ideas out there. I can also type on my iPad, but I don’t use it too often for writing, so it could take some time to get used to.

An echoey humming brushes against your eardrums as you come to, softness against your skin.

As you open your eyes, you try to adjust your vision; everything’s so blurry and there’s not a lot of light. You’re not complaining about how dark the room is, but it’s still....odd. When your eyes adjust, the place you find yourself in looks like it came out of a fantasy world. A mural of a magical nighttime forest is painted around the walls and a starry sky on the ceiling, the stars almost seem to actually twinkle. The unicorns and faeries in the forest also seem to move, giving the impression that you’re actually in a magical forest. 

You try to sit up, but it feels as though your arms and back are made out of lead. The more you try to sit up, the heavier it feels. Finally you relent and stay down, your head on an unbelievably-soft pillow as the humming keeps brushing on your eardrums. You begin to drift off again...

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Sometime later, you awaken to a feeling that someone is close to you. Opening your eyes and waiting for them to adjust, you then turn your head to the left to find someone lying on the bed, staring at you in absolute admiration and adoration with a smile. You gasp as you see her trademark shirt.

“A-Anya?!” you choke out.

She doesn’t answer right away. She just....stares. The adoration in her doe eyes is all too apparent to you, but it has a slightly....unnerving edge to it. 

“Hello there, moya mriya,” she sighs. “Did you sleep well?”

“Wha....what happened?”

“You fell asleep.”

You nod. “I figured that, but why am I here?”

“I brought you someplace safe. You think I was just going to leave you in that bookstore all by yourself? I’m sure you know me better than that.”

Well, you do, but still...

“You could’ve brought me to my apartment.”

“You don’t deserve to be there....you deserve better, moya mriya. I want you to live here with me.”

Hearing this you blink.

“What?”

“I said I want you to live here with me.

“But....but why?”

“It’s because I love you,” she tells you as she reaches behind her. “And I want the best for you, I truly do. And so, you deserve to have the best.”

Pulling out a necklace, she puts it on you with some struggle. Once it’s on, you take a look at it and you see a beautiful charm in silver shaped like a heart with a jewel shining all sorts of colors in the center. 

“What’s this?” you ask her.

“It’s a little gift I wanted to give you; an opal necklace. The crystal itself is associated with love and passion.”

“You use crystals?” 

“I’ve started to become interested in their benefits, I can say that much,” she says.

Interesting...

“Okay....so when can I leave?” you ask.

She tilts her head sadly.

“Why would you want to leave?”

You see a crystal glaze over your vision and you begin to feel drowsy. You can’t seem to hear anything else except for her voice, as she whispers gently in your ear.

“After all you love me, don’t you?”

Almost automatically you nod.

“And you know that I love you too.”

You nod once more.

“And you know I would go to the end of the universe for you, moya mriya... I also know you would do the same for me.”

“Yes I would,” you reply in a dreamy tone, beginning to feel relaxed.

Anya giggles as she fixes up the blankets.

“So why not stay here? Live with me? ”

You give this some thought and she’s right. There’s no reason why you should leave. After all this is the one you love so dearly and she loves you so much in return; the love between you two is unbelievable, like something out of a fairytale. Why live in that dingy old apartment any longer? It will be much better for you to stay with the one you love, your princess.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” you sigh contently.

Anya smiles sweetly.

“I knew you’d agree, moya mriya...”

She leans in and the two of you share a soft kiss. How wonderful it will be to live with her, just the two of you forever, for all of eternity. Who knows? Perhaps you two will move into a castle somewhere, live out your fairytale lives and live happily ever after. There’s always a happily ever after, after all. 

And now, you’re so enraptured by your fairy princess and the idea of being with her forever, you don’t even notice the crystal on your new necklace glowing....

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

The Little Lost Lamb (Yandere!Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky/Yandere!Iridescence x autistic!ADHD!reader)

*Not my GIF, but those hand movements, though....

Summary: It’s taken you sometime, but you finally have your first escape plan. But little do you realize just how powerful Anya’s witch form truly is.

(CW: Hypnosis....I guess?, temporary restraints, (not the sexy kind) Reader hurts a cinnamon roll Yandere’s feelings.)

Author’s Note: I’m glad Anya’s getting welcomed. I know that may be due to her being so similar to Wanda, but still. I’d also like for y’all to meet some more of my OCs. And I’m very curious to know how many of you are about 13-17, because I have quite a few teen OCs. However I also have some 18+ OCs. So if you want me to make a poll or something of my OCs or maybe like introduce each one. IDK. Just lemme know.

You open your eyes and glance at your digital clock. 3 am. She should be asleep by now. She tends to go to bed a bit late. Now your plan can go into effect, something you’ve been planning for a while now.

You get out of bed and tiptoe to the door. Just as you suspected, it’s not locked. You test it to see if there’s any sort of alarm system, but you come up with nothing. She really wishes to give you her trust. Now you feel some guilt inside. After all, Anya’s been so kind and sweet to you. She makes you feel loved everyday. Not to mention she’s adorable. (Yes, I realize I’m hyping up my OC, but she really is a sweetheart, I promise)

For a moment your resolve to leave waivers. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay here? But then you remember your friends and family. They’re going to wonder what happened to you. You don’t want to worry them, so you take a deep breath and go through the door.

The air outside is nice and cool, but not unbearably cold. You walk around a bit, trying to see the extent of how much space Anya’s giving you. To your surprise, you find that you’re able to reach the shoreline. You look around for a boat or something to take when you spy one parked by a dock. You rush for it and start paddling. Finally, you’re going to be free!

Suddenly, when you’re a good distance away from the shoreline, you feel the boat slowly sinking and you begin to panic. You try to escape, but something seems to be holding you down. The water reaches up to your neck, but when it passes it, you don’t feel any water. Instead you feel a peculiar softness. Familiar, but peculiar. It includes feathers. You feel the boat disappear and suddenly you emerge in Anya’s bedroom. On the bed. You realize what happened; you went through the bottom of her bed.....

“Moya mriya?” 

A familiar voice gasps to your right. You look to see Anya herself, her face filled with betrayal and sadness. 

“Why....?” Anya’s voice squeaks, tears gathering in her eyes. “Why did you try to leave me? Haven’t I been taking care of you? Have I been neglecting you somehow? Please.....tell me.....why....”

You can’t bring yourself to look in her eyes. You can tell the difference between someone being manipulative/guilt-tripping and someone who’s hurting, and you sense that Anya’s in the latter camp. You know her intentions are pure, you know she truly loves you, but you hate that you’re being held captive even if you have a lot of space to explore. 

But suddenly her sadness seems to shift into a hardened expression.

“Or perhaps,” she says, her voice dropping into a lower register and her accent becoming much more prominent. “You don’t love me and wanted to abandon me.”

She slowly moves closer to you and you are terrified. 

“Perhaps you see me as a naive dreamer who wouldn’t notice if you just disappeared....if that’s the case, then you are sorely mistaken.”

You try to back away, but she sends a magic wisp that surrounds your wrists and then returns to her before solidifying into a sort of chain. She gently, but firmly, pulls you closer to her.

“Make no mistake, moya mriya,” she whispers. “I may be a romantic and I may have a big heart, but I am not afraid to be stern when I feel that someone has done me or my loved ones wrong. Since this is only the first time--and it should be the very last time--you’ve tried to leave me, I will be a bit more....lenient with how to handle you.”

Her expression softens up again, only slightly. She reaches out and pets your head, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Believe me.....it hurts me to have to punish you, but I’m doing it out of love. It won’t even hurt, I promise. In fact, I think you might find it quite pleasant eventually. However.....you’re going to be more....stuck in your head for a bit, so to speak....”

You’re about to ask what she means by that when suddenly your vision glosses over, an iridescent film making everything seem.....dreamlike. Your thoughts begin to cloud up and you feel sleepy. Your eyes flutter as your head rests on a pillow. 

Soon you wake up to the sound of birds chirping. Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a magical land, laying on a soft bed of grass as a soft sun radiates a gentle heat on your body. Everything seems to be in soft pastels and you don’t feel any pain in your body. In fact you hardly feel yourself move. Your body just seems to move on its own, but you don’t mind it. In fact it feels....relaxing. 

You also feel as though your mind is on autopilot, but again, you’re not complaining. Your entire body is at ease as you explore the place before you run into Anya in a beautiful faerie princess dress.

“Welcome, moya mriya,” she smiles happily, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

Serotonin and dopamine flow through you as she decides to show you around.

What you don’t know is that your body in the real world is also on autopilot and Anya’s guiding you through everything while projecting a dreamworld into your mind, one that she’s in control of. Her hypnotic suggestions slip into your subconscious, one that’s more suggestible and accepting in the state it’s in. She doesn’t consider it changing who you are; no, that’s a more direct and last resort approach to her. Instead it’s more or less subliminal messaging. Sure, she could torture you, but all you’ve done is try to run away once. In her mind, that’s not torture-worthy. You’re simply just.....lost, helpless, confused, like a little lost lamb. Poor, sweet, innocent you....You need guidance, you need someone to show you the way, to show you how things work. And she’s more than happy to be that for you. 

Because only Anya knows what’s truly best for you......

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

OCs: Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky: Yandere

One-Shots:

Baby Sister (Platonic!Yandere!Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky/Platonic!Yandere!Iridescence x autistic!ADHD!fem!reader)

Moya mriya (My dream) (Yandere!Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky/Yandere!Iridescence x autistic!ADHD!reader) Part 1?

Moya mriya (My dream) (Yandere!Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky/Yandere!Iridescence x autistic!ADHD!reader) Part 2

The Little Lost Lamb (Yandere!Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky/Yandere!Iridescence x autistic!ADHD!reader)

Look like the innocent flower, (To Thine Beloveds) But be the serpent under it. (To Thine Enemies) (Yandere!dark!soft?Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky/Yandere!dark!soft?Iridescence x captive!female!reader/captive!female!reader x rescuer!cocky!markswoman!female!reader)

Headcanons:

♡ Yandere Alphabet ♡ Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky Imagines: