- - - > Yandere Oliver ; " I'll do anything for you, my loaf <3 " [ Purrfect tale ]
┊Warnings ; Innocent Oliver being clingy and I mean like 7x times more than before, mom dies, auntie dies, everyone dies, forced marriage, manipulation .
┊" Oliver ? What happened to you - . . . " Your mouth gaped open at the sight of Oliver, he was covered in blood . . . it seemed like he beated up someone, but what for ?
┊" [ Name ] . . . this boy . . . he . . . he tried to assault you just now ! - He tried to take pictures under - " He suddenly stopped, he looked at you with a ; ' Wait what was the word again ' expression .
┊" I . . . " You didn't knew how to react in these situations, you quickly told him to run with you .
┊" Why did you do that ? " You asked again, you stopped and panted while breathing heavily from running .
┊" I already told you before - that disgusting boy . . . "
┊" Oh, don't worry, I already got what you mean, but how could you literally beat him up ? That's not the right way to punish someone . " You scolded him as he sighed .
┊" But I love you and I wanna protect you . . . " You heard his say under his breath . . .
┊" Oliver, that's not love . that's overprotectiveness . "
┊" Oliver ? Where are we ? Are you even there ? " You questioned as you tried to set yourself free from the ropes binding you .
┊" We're at home [ Name ], remember ? Anyways, I have something to tell you and it's making me very excited, you'll also be excited too ! " He said, sounding excited . You thought this was just a funny prank and told him to release you, but he didn't .
┊" So I've heard this thing about marriage, and yandere things - And I've just realised that I'm one of them ! Uwahh, you're so cute [ Name ] ! ! " He simped for you as he went on about how he found out about these things .
┊" Oliver, explain, I don't get what you mean here . . . " You were awfully concerned for him . But he just shushed you and opened your blindfold .
┊" Will you marry me, [ Name ] ? " Oliver said as he opened a box containing two rings in it . . . how did he get that ?
┊" Oliver ! What is this . . . ? What prank is this . . . ? Are you even joking . . . ? Let me go ! " You squirmed in your chair, trying to break free but Oliver just sighed and looked at you with sad eyes .
┊" I've heard before that . . . t - that . . . " Eh . . . he started to cry, he sniffled as you began to pity him .
┊" Where's mom ? " You bluntly asked and looked around the room .
┊" It's oke, we don't need anyone else except us and just us . . . "
┊And boom, they got married and went on to have 7 kids :runs:
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「Darling」
Pairing: Marx Francois x reader
Warnings: none
Fanfic type: Fluff
word count: 576
"Aw, honey, you overworked yourself again?" you softly ask him as he climbs into bed with you. He lays next to you and holds your hand.
you softly kiss him on the cheek, and he looks over at you.
"Y/N..." he mumbles, his voice sounding exhausted.
"Honey, come here... you sound so tired," you purr, pulling Marx into your arms and cuddling him.
"I'm fine," he insists, trying to pull away from you but he stops when he feels you kiss his neck.
Your fingers gently brush through his soft teal hair, and he lets out a sigh of contentment.
Marx's face blushes adorably. You look up at his face, and you can’t help but smile at how cute he is.
You pull the blanket across both of your bodies and you hug him tighter. you bury your face in his neck and you kiss him all over as you delicately play with his hair.
"Y/N..." Marx whimpers in response to you kissing him. you continue pressing soft kisses to his neck and face, earning more whimpers from him.
You can tell that Marx is flustered and happy, so you start praising him to make him even happier.
"I'm so proud of you, honey, you work so hard... I love how sweet you are, so adorable" you keep kissing him and whispering in his ear.
a soft cry came out of him so you pause and lift your gaze to meet his again.
"Y/N...i love you so much..." Marx cries out happily. You gently wipe away his tears and kiss him on the lips.
"I love you too, baby... you're so pretty when you cry," you whisper comfortingly to him, and you notice his cute, endearing smile.
"T-thank you..." Marx sighs and you remember that he's tired.
"O-Oh, I'm sorry for keeping you up, honey," you apologize and he softly kisses your forehead.
"It's alright, darling..." he sighs as he starts to drift off to sleep.
"I love you, Marx," you mumble into his chest as you fall asleep as well.
Later, when you wake up, you hear Marx's soft breathing. you gaze up at him and you notice how pretty he is when he's asleep.
You carefully bury your face in his neck again and start touching his hair really gently so you don't wake him.
"Y/N...?" You hear him murmur your name in a tired voice.
"Sorry for waking you up baby..." you almost whimper. Marx then kisses you on the lips gently.
"It's fine, darling," he mumbles, his voice tired, but soft.
"Your voice is so pretty, even when you just woke up," you purr, placing a hand on his cheek. he gives you a weary but adorable smile.
Marx looks up at the clock and softly gasps.
"I-i need to get ready and go, soon," he says, gently moving you and almost getting out of bed when he feels your hand gently tugging his arm.
"Honey, i don't think you have work today," you insist.
"Oh... right, I have a day off today..." he looks over at you tiredly, his cheeks lightly blushing with embarrassment.
You tug his arm again gently, and Marx climbs back into bed and kisses you on the lips.
"Let's spend time together..." you whisper into his lips. Marx nods in agreement.
"I love you... my darling..." Marx sinks into your shoulder, and you rub his back.
"I love you too."
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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