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aphroditelovesu · 7 months

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Yandere House Stark Headcanons (Platonic)

"Winter is Coming." — House Stark.

❝ 🐺 — lady l: and another headcanon was made! Yay, I hope it turned out good and that you like it! Forgive me any mistakes. 💙

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of murder, unhealthy platonic relationships, messy writing.

❝🐺pairing: yandere platonic!house stark x gender neutral!reader.

The Starks are one of the most, if not the most, loving families in Westeros. They are fiercely loyal and protect each other with wolf-like intensity and strength. They care for each other and love each other devotedly.

When you were brought into the care of this family, these feelings did not change, but only increased further and became unhealthy. That didn't matter, however, to any of them. They showed their fury towards anyone who dared to get too close to you or threatened you.

Ned was the one who brought you into the wings of his family. You were the child of an innkeeper who ended up being murdered by some thieves, while still a small child you were found by the Lord of Winterfell and he, compassionate about your situation, brought you to his home.

Catelyn didn't know how to react, at first, when she met you. She feared that you were another bastard child of her husband and that he had brought you to be raised just like Jon. But as soon as her husband told her the true story, Catelyn felt a weight lifted from her shoulders and she became closer to you.

Robb gave you a warm welcome. As soon as he met you, he picked you up, hugged you tightly and welcomed you to the family. He adored you immediately and didn't hesitate to treat you like a member of his family. Robb is overprotective and takes care of you like an older brother takes care of a younger one.

Sansa adored you, simple as that. Although a little skeptical of you, like her mother, any worries or reservations she had were gone the moment she laid eyes on you. You looked so small and helpless, her instincts were screaming at her to take care of you. Sansa found herself overwhelmed by this feeling.

Arya is probably the closest to you. She is bold and courageous, she adores you and loves spending time with you, constantly picking fights with others for your attention. Arya is somewhat possessive and gets irritated when attention is stolen from her. She absolutely loves you and loves taking you with her to get away from boring chores.

Bran is the calmest one in his family, he doesn't demand so much of your attention nor is he possessive, he takes everything he can, but his only demand is that you read to him. In return, he'll love reading to you or, if you are interested, teaching you how to climb. He is very calm and the least dangerous.

Rickon is the youngest and, in some ways, the most spoiled. He constantly wants your attention and is always fighting with Arya about it. He likes to follow you around Winterfell and snuggle into your arms. He is quite jealous and will sulk when someone steals you from him.

Jon didn't know what to think of you at first. On one hand he was jealous of seeing you receiving all the love he so desired, on the other hand he was happy to have you around, since he started to like you a lot as he got to know you better. Any animosity he had for you would be forgotten once his obsession consumed him. Jon is very overprotective and will fight anyone to protect you.

Benjen doesn't spend much time by your side because of the Wall, but the few times he visited Winterfell, he adored you and telling you stories or holding you in his arms were his favorite things to do with you.

Ned didn't know things would come to this level. He knew his family would care and love you, but he didn't know how much. He even tried to be rational, but it was no use, not when he found himself obsessed with you. Once you called him "dad", there was nothing more to be done. You were a Stark until your death.

Catelyn acts like a caring and protective mother, which she is. She loves to brush your hair, reading to you or just being by your side. She fulfills your every whim and can never scold you for something. In her eyes, you were her baby and you could do nothing wrong.

Robb and Jon are always fighting over you, although their fights are never serious, they still happen and it's always up to you how to resolve them. A hug and a kiss on the cheek usually does the trick. Robb wants to be your favorite brother and Jon wants your unconditional love.

Sansa and Arya fight more than their brothers, they both want your attention all the time and this always leads to more fights. It's usually Ned who solves them. Sansa wants you to brush her hair while she tells you something and Arya wants to play or train with you.

Bran and Rickon don't fight that much, but sometimes a disagreement can happen when you pay more attention to one. It usually resolves when you threaten them that if they don't stop fighting, they won't have you. They are quick to apologize and hug you.

The Starks are wolves and we all know how protective wolves are of their litter, of their family. They will be ready to eliminate any threat to you and they will do so with a smile. Nothing is more important than you to them. Once the Lannisters arrive, the Starks will be ready to show their claws.

After all, leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe.

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after-witch · 9 months

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Bonded [Platonic Yandere L x Sibling Reader]

Title: Bonded [Platonic Yandere L x Sister Reader]

Synopsis: Being L 's younger sibling sucks.

Word count: 1700ish

notes: platonic yandere, abusive sibling dynamic, L is an asshole; reader is a younger (adult) sibling

“Why do you have to go away? You just got back.”

L doesn’t answer. He scrapes his thumb across his lip and continues typing, clicking, mesmerized by whatever new assignment has been sent his way.

It was always like this. It seemed that anytime your brother got back, he was sent out again. Always needed, always being pulled by a million different people in directions you couldn’t even fathom. And you were here, at Whammy’s, stuck and lonely and increasingly pissed off.

You suck in your cheeks, gnawing lightly on the inside of your mouth, taking in a bit from behind your lips, a bit on the side of your cheek. Your teeth work the flesh over and over, not hurting, but pressing down.

A familiar habit, ingrained from a young age, something that simultaneously soothes you without actually disappointing the growing frustration, anger, resentment in your belly. Maybe it doesn’t soothe you at all, you muse. Maybe it’s just a way to shut yourself up so you don’t say something you can’t take back.

“You’ll get blisters inside your cheeks again,” he says, glancing at you and looking away just as quickly.

It’s nothing new for him to barely pay attention to you when he’s on assignment, and it’s nothing new for you to clamor for more of that attention.

Life was unfair and he was unfair, but you played into the bullshit anyway, because you didn’t know how else to live.

So you let your voice take on a muffled tone, annoyed, childish. You want him to tell you to stop acting like a kid. You want him to sigh and slam his laptop shut and ask you what’s wrong. You want him to just look at you, talk to you, damn it, for more than a few seconds.

“So what?”

You cross your arms over your chest, playing the petulant child. It’s what you feel like--what you’ve always felt like--in his presence. Like some dumb little thing, stupider than him, smaller than him, less than him.

He doesn’t even look at you this time, his fingers flying on his keyboard, the clacking sound irritatingly familiar at this point. “They’ll sting when you eat food, and you hate gargling salt water to heal them, so I’ll have to make you do it.” He twists his mouth into something like a pout, but you can’t tell if it’s aimed at you or whatever he’s reading on the screen.

“I’m not using salt water, even if I get blisters,” you say, jutting your chin outwards. You’ve been reading too many novels, clearly, and everything feels like it has a practiced air. You’re a player in a theatrical performance, and you can’t tell if L is the audience or a fellow actor or maybe he’s the director, cooling pulling the strings behind the curtain.

He glances at you again, then resumes typing. “Then you can be grounded to your room for a week. No TV. No books.”

Your lips curl even further. “You can’t ground me. I’m an adult. You’re just being an assh--”

He does look at you this time, and it’s that stare that you know too well. The I’m-older-than-you stare, the I’m-in-charge-of-you stare. The stare that he gives when you ask to attend real university and not some in-house curriculum; the look that he gives you when you ask to move out of here, to get your own place, when you bring up the fact that you’re a grown-fucking-adult but you’ve never had any life experiences outside of motherfucking Whammy’s House and you’re losing your mind.

Your eyebrows furrow. Your cheeks flush hot, shame rolling around in your gut. Then your arms uncross and you huff, throwing yourself backward on the bed, landing on your pillows. Two plush, soft things, a stark contrast to the uniform firm pillows normally issued at Whammy’s.

L hated those pillows, and so did you, and it was one of the first things he secured for you once it was clear that the two of you were going to stay. That, you tell yourself, is a sign that he cares about you.

But it doesn’t make you feel any better right now.

“Don’t breathe so loud,” L says, suddenly, voice lilting enough to eat away at your resentments. “Please. You’ll distract me.”

You resist the urge, only barely, to throw a pillow at his head.

Later that night, L puts away the computer and the phone. He murmurs something to someone in the hallway before slinking into your bedroom, watching as you finish your nighttime routine, peeling back the covers and crawling into them.

You look at him. He doesn’t make to leave, like he sometimes does, when he’s too busy.

He raises an eyebrow.

You open the covers, and say nothing more.

In a few moments, he crawls into bed.

Familiar warmth, familiar smells, familiar touch. You nestle yourself in the crook of his arm, automatically. You do this, even if you’re mad. Or especially when you’re mad, sometimes.

“The nest,” you used to call it, when he was young and you were younger. A safe place you could go when everything was overwhelming and the world was too cold and dark, and the only thing that made you feel at home was your brother’s arms.

Back when it was mostly just you and him. No legions of would-be successors, wanna-bes, hangers-on, vying for scraps of his attention. No stony-faced men in suits letting you know that he wouldn’t be returning home (if this could be called “home,” and you certainly wouldn’t call it that) for another few months and no, he couldn’t call, but they’ll pass on your message. No eccentrics with monikers of N and M and every letter under the sun making you wonder what would happen if you L did die, where would you be, who would you turn to?

Back when he felt like your big brother, and nights like this--in the same room or the same bed, falling asleep together, words murmured until you fell asleep, always before him--were the norm. And not the rarity that they are now.

And truth be told, it still makes you feel safe to be nestled there. That’s what really hurts the most. It would be better, easier, if you hated him. If you resented him so much that you wanted nothing to do with him.

Instead, you’re like a moth beating its wings senseless against a light that only sometimes turns on. Useless and pointless but at least, sometimes, once in every fucking while, you got what you wanted.

“L?” You ask, your voice partially muffled from your position curled next to him. You’re sleepy, but you know he won’t be. He sleeps even less than he used to, and that’s saying something.

“Mm?”

It takes so, so much of you to ask him this point blank. You wonder if he knows this, that being so candid is like stripping yourself bare in front of the entire world. Which he might as well be, for you.

“Will you take me with you, this time?” Your fingers curl tightly on his shirt. “I hate being here by myself.”

He breathes out a quick little snort, enough to rustle your hair. His arm tightens around you.

“How can you hate being here by yourself, when you’re not by yourself? There’s--”

You know he’s about to list every single damn person at this stupid facility. You know them all, and you hate them all. Well… most.

(You could, if pressed, admit that Matt was tolerable in medium doses. But you’d never admit that to your brother, for reasons you couldn’t quite articulate. Sometimes you imagine the look on his face if you were to tell him that you hung out with Matt, actually, and he seemed--what? Nice? Funny? Interesting?)

Your fingers tighten further. Tears choke your throat.

“You know what I mean,” you whisper, tight, pained.

You’re not so different from the others at Whammy’s, you know. They crave his attention more than anything and God help you, so do you. A look, a glance, a shared memory. Something to remind you that you’re alive and he’s your brother and you’re together, by blood and everything else.

Yet it’s always there--

The push and the pull.

Wanting to be near him and wanting to get away, break out, smash down the box you’re kept in and make a life for yourself. A life where you’re not “L’s sister.” A life where whispers don’t follow you in the halls, where expectations aren’t simmering in the air, heavy and unwanted.

Where you don’t feel like your big brother is some unknowable figure, always out of reach, yet unwilling to either pull you entirely into himself or let you free.

Sometimes you wonder… what kind of life could you have without L? He’s all you’ve ever known. There is not a single memory in existence in which he has not been a part of it. If he did let you leave, if you did get the nerve to make some great daring escape, what would become of you?

Maybe you were nothing without him, without those whispers, without the pedestal that you’re forced to stare up at whenever you think about him.

The thought makes you want to wretch.

He hums, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You were clenching his shirt so hard that your fingers ache, and you flex them.

“Well?” You ask, voice dull.

You know he’s not going to take you with him before he speaks. Quiet tears slip down your cheeks, and you feel dumb. But he doesn’t tease you for them, at least. There’s that.

“Maybe next time,” he says, and pats your back. Time to get to bed. He barely slept, but that didn’t mean he would let you stay up late. Or watch too much TV. Or leave Whammy’s for somewhere new.

Disappointment weighs you down, but then, doesn’t it always? You swallow the prickles in your throat.

“Then just… don’t be gone a long time, okay?”

You sigh, letting yourself relax back into his arms. Into the nest. Into some remnant of childhood where you felt comfortable and safe. You push away all thoughts of leaving, of resentments, of the fact that your life is only something like fulfilled when your brother designs to visit. You stay there until you fall asleep, dreams gray and bleary, disconnected thoughts that are rarely worth remembering.

Against your hair, L smiles.

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missglaskin · 1 year

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House Stark (Platonic) Yandere HCS:

Characters-Ned, Benjen (Mention), Catelyn, Jon, Robb, Rickon, Bran, Sansa, Arya

Catelyn held her breath when the rumors reached her ears. Her husband once again brought a child to Winterfell. Her mind goes to Jon. She would not be able to stand having another bastard living under the same roof. To her relief, Ned brought the small child in so that he found her all alone, possibly abandoned and couldn’t leave her there, seeing that she won’t survive on her own.

That being said, Catelyn found herself growing fond of you. She could not let you go, and it warmed her heart to see you smile. She would dismiss many of her duties just to spend all the time with you. Ensuring you were well fed and dressed, handing you to the septa to start teaching you how to read and write. It wasn’t long before Cat started to refer to you as her own.

It certainly was a surprise to Ned. He simply wanted to provide you a haven in Winterfell, not knowing it would be his own castle. Ned voiced to Cat how she shouldn’t be so attached to you. Your biological parents may be somewhere for all they know. It also bothered him how Cat would imply that you were their child, yet Ned finds himself a hypocrite when he grows attached to you as well.

Ned was fond of daughters and that was seen in you too. He couldn’t help the swelling of his heart. Ned loved to have you on his side, giving you a small smile whenever you would look up at him. Also, starting to have some of his trusted guards follow you around in fear for your safety. When you once accidentally referred to him as ‘father’ Ned knew there was no going back, finally seeing you as his own.

Robb quickly grew fond of you. He already accepted Jon as his brother and with you it’s no different. More so with how close in age you both are. As your big brother, he found it his duty to protect you. Getting into fights with any boy who messes or flirts with you. Robb also loves to tease you, but as said, will let no one else do so.

Sansa looks up to you as her older sister. She craves your attention and approval, showing you the clothes she sewed or the songs she learned. A huge smile on her face when you praise her. Sansa constantly makes excuses for you to spend more time with her. Such as her purposely messing her hair for you to brush it for her.

Arya also wants your attention. She can be quite demanding, much more forward than the rest of her family. Pulling you by the hand to follow her. Arya has a habit of running to you and leaping into your arms. Out of everyone, she listens to you the most. Similar to Sansa, she shows you some of the moves she ‘learned’ or guides you to the places she found.

Bran can get quite sneaky in getting your attention. There is him obviously wanting to show you his climbing skills. Watching him as you remain on the ground, reminding him to be careful. More than once, he sneaked into your chambers through your window and you scold him every time. Bran likes when you would read him stories or ruffle his hair.

Rickon is perhaps the clingiest and needy out of all the children. As the baby of the family, he expects to receive your most affection and attention. He does get easily upset when he must separate from you. Rickon loves to follow you around the castle, his hands clutched to your dress.

Lastly comes Jon. At first, he envied you. Watching Cat accept you in the family and treat you as her own. But Jon eventually began to become fond of you. As you are nice to him, treating him like he was a part of the family, like he was your brother. He becomes protective of you and eager to do whatever you ask of him just to please you.

Jon also notices how Cat is starting to be a little nicer to him. Realizing she’s only doing it with you around. As you hate seeing Jon being treated badly. Jon soon finds in a lot of feasts and events that normally he wouldn’t be allowed to attend to with his legitimacy and all. If anything, this act of kindness drew Jon closer to you against Cat’s wishes.

You are doted upon by your parents. Whatever books or furs you wish for are gifted with not much hesitance. The servants are instructed to fulfill every one of your whims and desires. You also have your siblings who will gladly do whatever you ask them to do and silently compete with one another in which gift you will love the most.

The most who compete with one another are Sansa and Arya. Either one comes to complain about the other. Such as when Sansa whines that Arya pranked her to which then Arya argues that Sansa laughed at her with friends. You are stuck in the middle, where either sister forces you to choose a side.

Robb and Jon follow right after, but the two are more subtle and can find a middle ground. With Jon, there has to be a lot of reassurance that you don’t care for Robb more as he feels that doesn’t deserve you. Rickon and Bran also compete with each other, which is solved by each clinging to your either side.

As mentioned Ned and Cat spoil you, which makes it hard for you to get in trouble. Ned tries to be stern, but your tears make him feel as if his heart will shatter into a million pieces. Cat doesn’t even try. In her eyes, you always be her little baby no matter how grown and that you could do no wrong.

The whole family is fiercely protective of you. Panic spreads through the family if you ever get hurt or someone makes you cry to which the Starks will reveal their claws to whoever did this. Even a small cut on your finger is enough to have Cat and Sansa tend to it as it’s a life-threatening injury. Ned is basically the only voice of reason, but even he is deeply upset by this.

Any topic of any possible betrothals is shut down. As much as Ned is fiercely protective of you, he could allow you to marry someone who will be kind and treat you with gentleness. But the worry lies with the rest of his family. Cat, Arya, Robb, and Jon hold you close. They don’t trust anyone to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Sansa, Rickon, and Bran are terrified of the person taking you away from them.

Benjen when he comes to visit Winterfell is happy to see you. He tries to gift you anything that he finds during his travels. When you were younger, he loved throwing you up high to the worry of Ned and Cat. Even now, there is a playfulness to him, loving to hear the sound of your laughter.

When the family stumbled upon the direwolves. They were all so excited to show them to you. The direwolves similar to their owners have grown attached to you. If they were not following any of the Starks' children, they were found with you. It made Cat a little nervous, but Ned assures that it was a good sign. Shaggydog and Ghost are the most clingy, their noses pressed to yours as they demand you to pet them.

The Starks are some of the most loving families. Each one of them cares for you deeply. In how they make sure you are the most comfortable and happy. In how they will shield you from whatever may come. In never making you forget how much you mean to them.

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lovelybrooke · 7 months

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Platonic Yandere House Stark

General warning for regular game of thrones nonsense (talks of death, bad parenting, gross stuff in general).

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You were a low-born child, the youngest of six, you're parents barely had the time to take care of other siblings, the definitely didn't have enough time to watch you. After both of them coming home drunk after a long night, a lamp was knocked over, lighting your house up instantly. You were the only survivor.

It was the dead of night in winter, so the fire could be seen for miles. Other people in your small village attempted to quell the fire with whatever water they had, but your family was burnt to a crisp. You were found not too far from your home, cowering on the ground in complete shock. You were covered in dirt and soot, some burns on you, but other than that, you were unharmed. The villagers tried to get you to talk, to explain the situation, but you remained completely silent.

You were sent to Winterfell a few days later, hopefully the Starks could do something to help you recover. Though, you knew deep down you were sent away because you were too much to handle. Your village was small, the people their weak and hungry. You were seen as another mouth to feed, another orphan taking up space.

When you arrived in Winterfell, they didn't really know what to do with you. You were granted audience with Ned Stark, where your situation was explained by one of the kinder villagers who came with you. He explained that they didn't have the resources to take care of you, and that you were going to die if you didn't have a place to say.

If Ned was being honest, he didn't know what to do with you at first. He wanted to leave your fate up to the gods, before Catelyn recommended you'd work as a maid for the children. You were close in age, the same as Sansa. It would be good for you, and for the children, she thought. Ned reluctantly agreed, his honor not allowing him to simply leave a child out to die alone, especially with winter on its way.

From that day onward, you were worked as a maid for the Stark children. Your job mostly involved you cleaning rooms, serving wine, taking care of the younger children like Rickon and Bran. Because you spent so much time with Rickon, him being the youngest and all, he grow closer to you quicker than the other children. He views you as an older sibling, especially since he's very attention seeking. He's often the one more upfront about wanting you to talk, he doesn't understand why you're so quiet all the time. As you grow closer with the other siblings, they try to explain it to him, but he never truly understands.

Bran grows closer to you the more his younger brother does. Rickon used to spend a lot of time with Bran, however, after you arrived, Rickon was basically glued to your hip. A part of Bran thought you were weird, you're silent, cowardly, and small. It was obvious to everyone in Winterfell that you were weak, it often took pleading from the older workers to get you to eat, so you would have enough strength of the next day. Bran didn't have that much sympathy for you, and the two of you didn't grow closer until he was forced to spend time together. When Bran was forced by his parents to watch over his brother, you were forced by Rickon to accompany them. You'd watch the two boy's play fight together, and Bran couldn't help but grow affection for you. He started to seek you out when he needed help with anything, no matter how small. He, like Rickon, was very demanding of your time, and would often force you to sit and watch him climb whatever structure in Winterfell.

Jon relates with you because you are both outsiders. He understood and held sympathy for your position, believing you were too good to be a simple maid. In honesty, he started believing you were his sibling way before the others, simply because you too held so much in common. He took any opportunity to spend time with you, and was the one to teach you how to read a write. Once you could write, it was your only was of communicating with them, since you still refused to speak. Jon often urged you to speak to him when you were alone, but it never worked. He wanted something to hold over the head of his half siblings, something to prove that he was more than just a bastard.

Like Jon, you grew close to Theon because you were outsiders. You didn't get to spend as much time with him, both of you being too busy to actually spend time together. This didn't prevent Theon from holding a brotherly love for you. He wanted to be the one to teach you how to protect yourself, how to hunt, and he wanted to help you grow stronger. He and Catelyn are the ones who urge you to eat more, believing you to be too small for your age. He also urges you to talk to him when alone, but often grows frustrated when you don't. He may have threatened you on more than one occasion, causing you to grow apart, which he greatly regrets.

Arya simply adores you. She's never felt like she's belonged, she's always wanted to be more than just a lady. When she's with you, she feels like she can finally be herself. She begs you to sword fight with you, taking you into the woods so you can let your guard down for a small second. She brags to her siblings when you start to grow closer to her, even once getting you to laugh at her joke. She often fights with Sansa over you, getting upset when Sansa cuts off her time with you, but also wastes no time taking you from Sansa when she's not paying attention, either faking an injury or complaining to her parents.

Sansa is the exact opposite of Arya, often spending more time inside with you. She teaches you how to sew, her and her mother being the ones to fix your clothing for you. She also encourages you to relax, letting you take naps in her room, not liking the idea of you sleeping on the hard beds the maids usually sleep on. When you're not sewing with her, you're reading together. She likes doing peaceful activities with you, and doesn't like when you see her loose her composure. This usually happens when she argues with Arya, often over you.

Rob takes the longest out of the children to get used to you. Jon he understands, because they are at least somewhat related by blood. You however, are not related to them at all. You are just some random child who happened to suffer a great injustice and while he feels sympathy, he doesn't understand his siblings affection for you in the beginning. However, as you spend more time with him, he starts to understand his siblings. You are kind, and weak, and defenseless, and you need an older brother to protect you. He puts his entire being into protecting you and keeping you safe. He's constantly watching you, making sure you take care of yourself above him or his siblings.

The Stark parents are definitely worried when they start to realize their children strange obsession over you. There isn't a time where you aren't with one of their children and while that shouldn't be strange, it's the way they behave that worries them. They are possessive and delusional. One more than one occasion Sansa has referred to herself as your sister, Rob screaming at Arya when you get hurt after goofing around.

Catelyn is fiercely protective of her children, and eventually, she finds herself feeling the same way with you. You remind her so much of her children when they were young, and she worries so, so much about you. Taking care of you is what makes her grow obsessed. She needs you to be okay, and it's her who forces you to move from the maids quarters to a room of her own. She's the one who get's you to eat with the family, much to the excitement of the children. She finds herself dressing you in Stark clothing and not correcting people when they think you're her child.

Ned takes the longest to grow close to you. He doesn't spend as much time with you until Catelyn makes you join in on family events. It takes him a while to see what the others see, but once he does he grows just as protective, if not more. Eventually you're stripped of your position as his children's maids, and become a Stark.

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princessanonymous · 2 months

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When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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Epilogue : 𝓘𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓪

"What has gotten your pretty little head so worried, doll ?" Curiously asked her father as they were feasting.

She lifted her head, startled by his question. Shrugging, she said : "Nothing important, I just..."

Her fathers fixed their gaze on her, awaiting an explanation. Uncertain of how to express herself, she opted to play with the mashed potatoes on her plate, sensing their confusion mirrored in her hesitation.

"I used to have another family," she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Mortals," responded her father without care. "We took you in and you have us now."

She bit her lip. While her memories of the time before her turning were becoming slightly blurry, she could still retell the events in moderate detail. With time, her relationship with her sire had mended and her bond with the two older vampires had greatly improved. She couldn't say when she had begun to refer to them as her fathers. Perhaps, it was because of the blond vampire's insistence. His determination must have worn her down with time. (Y/n) had subconsciously learned there was no use arguing with her father; he always found a way to get what he wanted. What was repeated enough often became a reality, and now, (Y/n) was an integral part of their immortal tableau. They were family.

She acquiesced, breaking the somber mood. "Forgive my gloominess."

The atmosphere in the dining room shifted, tension intermingling with the scent of the evening's feast. Then, a shrill scream from upstairs echoed through the ornate halls, a stark reminder of (Y/n)'s penchant for mischief.

Her father's gaze hardened, a silent reproach conveyed through his piercing eyes. Beside him, her dad sighed, his exasperation apparent. "(Y/n), we've discussed this," he admonished, his voice carrying a weariness that suggested this was not the first time such an incident had occurred.

The young vampire toyed with her food, a nonchalant air about her as if feeding on the tailor was merely an inconvenience to her parents. And it was. Years ago, the mere thought of drinking blood repulsed her. Now, it had become the norm, something that had been instilled within her by Dorian. She placed a finger on her lips, a mischievous smile playing on them. The two older vampires exchanged a glance, a silent communication that spoke of shared exasperation and a need for discipline.

Her father's frustration erupted as he demanded, "What have we said about feeding in the house? Was it the tailor we hired for your new dresses?" The mere thought of a potential delay in her wardrobe seemed to agitate the blond vampire more than the breach of their feeding protocol.

With a nod, (Y/n) confirmed her choice of victim. The consequences of her actions, however, did not weigh heavily on her. She glanced between her fathers with innocent eyes. “I didn’t make a mess.”

"Now, who will finish those dresses?" The blond threw his hands in the air dramaticallly.

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That same evening, once the little mess with the corpse was arranged, the girl still appeared preoccupied. Truth to be told, this feeling wasn't new or sudden. It was something that had lingered within her for years now. It all came to a head tonight. As they were served tea in the living room, (Y/n) eyes lingered on the maid who served them the tea.

She sighed wistfully as the maid departed. The woman was slender, with curves and a mature air around her. (Y/n) reminisced, "I remember when Henrietta was younger. She was twelve when she started working here."

Her dad raised an eyebrow as he lifted his head from the journal he was reading. "Who ?"

She rolled her eyes. "Henrietta, the maid that just left."

Her father hummed disinterestedly, and her dad returned to his journal. Brushing the hair of her doll, Clementine, she commented with a pout, "I wish I were like her."

"Like a servant?" questioned her sire with barely concealed disdain.

"No," she retorted, affronted by the notion. "Like a woman."

A sudden stillness settled in the room as both vampires sharply turned their attention to her. An array of emotions assaulted her – worry, guilt, annoyance, sadness, and resignation. She couldn't discern from whom each emotion emanated. They had discovered soon after her turning that her unique gift was that of empathy – an ability to sense and, with practice, manipulate others' emotions to her liking.

"What do you mean by that?" inquired the dark-haired vampire, lifting his head from his reading.

(Y/n) hugged herself while looking away. "I want to change." She longed for transformation, to break free from the perpetual sameness that defined her immortal existence. Every night, she woke up and walked up to her mirror to observe the same unchanging face.

When she was turned, she hadn’t even been made aware that this would change her normal growth. Later on, she simply understood it would slow it, which would explain the fact her vampiric parents didn’t look different from what they were when she first met them.

Her dad, with a cold hand on her cheek, reassured her, "You are perfect as you are." However, an undercurrent of guilt accompanied his words.

Swatting his hand away, she clarified, "That isn't the issue."

"Then what is?" asked her sire abrasively. "You shouldn't concern yourself with humans, much less desire to be like them."

"I want to change," she insisted, feeling the weight of her unyielding desire. A tense silence hung in the room as they stared at each other. "When will I?"

Her sire responded coolly, "What I think is that you are having another senseless tantrum. Drop this matter." He dismissed it as he always did every time she even implied something concerning this topic.

"No!" she protested, standing up in frustration. "I can sense that you two are keeping something from me every time I mention this. What is it? I have the right to know."

"You know you aren't allowed to use your gift on us," her sire responded, sidestepping her question. He disapproved of her using empathic powers to discern his emotions.

"Why am I not changing? Why can't I grow older?" she demanded tearfully. "I'm an adult."

"You are not acting like one," her sire rebuked sternly.

"Dorian," her dad interjected while placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ignoring her dad, (Y/n) focused her attention on her sire, anger and desperation bubbling inside her. "You made me like this! You made me into this!"

She hated it so much. This resentment had started to fester inside her ever since the first time she noticed her growth had been altered. It all pulled out at once in a cascade. This wasn't fair.

"Yes," her sire agreed with a challenging smile, stepping forward. "And what you are is nothing but a child. Do not forget that."

In a fit of anger, she screamed before storming out, leaving behind a room fraught with unresolved tension.

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As (Y/n) stormed out, Killian observed her departure with a heavy sigh. Beside him, Dorian collapsed into an armchair, exhaling in exhaustion. A palpable heaviness lingered in the living room, an unsettling aftermath of the emotional outburst.

They should have expected this from the child. It was bound to happen. She hadn't known about the fact they stopped aging once they were turned and they had known she wouldn't react well to it. The two had known that eventually, she would start to ask why she wasn't aging. They both knew it. None of them thought it would be so soon, though. Like any vampire turned at such a young age, she had started to become restless. As her soul aged, her mind remained static, and her body persisted in its perpetual youth. Physically and emotionally, she was trapped in the realm of childhood, yet a part of her knew that something was wrong, that she wasn't meant to stay that way.

"She deserves to know it by now," Killian said, his voice breaking through the gloomy atmosphere. "She will get over it eventually."

Dorian, however, remained silent, his gaze fixed on a distant point, acknowledging that the statement held more of a wish than a genuine assurance. The sounds of porcelain shattering and a commotion emanated from the girl's room, drawing their attention, but neither moved.

"Completely hysterical," Dorian muttered to himself with frustration. "This child has gone completely—"

Their momentary stillness shattered at the sudden, piercing cry of horror that resonated through the house. The gut-wrenching sound struck both vampires to their core. They sprang to their feet, a shared urgency compelling them to rush to her bedroom. Attempting to open the door, they discovered she had barricaded it with an object. Dorian pounded on the door with a sense of desperation.

"(Y/n)," he bellowed, "open this door at once !"

No response came from within, but the cries and the metallic scent of blood permeated through. "(Y/n)," Killian called in a more soothing tone, "please open this door."

Using force, they managed to open the door, the chair strategically placed beneath the knob crashing to the floor. They entered a room in complete disarray, with shards of broken porcelain dolls strewn across the floor. The coffin lay shattered, and the curtains torn. A crimson liquid coated every surface—windows, floors, walls—and (Y/n) herself, who panted heavily while crouching over the lifeless body of the maid she had mentioned earlier.

The maid's form was mutilated, her face and chest bearing the brunt of the savage attack. The room told a tale of unbridled rage; only a person consumed by fury could commit such an act with nothing but broken porcelain shards.

Killing humans wasn't an uncommon occurrence for vampires. Killian, while he avoided partaking in these acts, knew that. He also knew that Dorian and (Y/n) both feasted on humans. Yet, he recognized that this was more than feeding. She hadn't consumed a single drop of the woman's blood—this was an act of brutality, driven solely by her rage and envy. The girl had unleashed her pent-up frustration.

"That is enough !" Bellowed his partner, storming up to the girl and pointing a stern finger at her. "Quit this abhorrent behavior at once !" The force of his words reverberated through the room, cutting through the chaos like a sudden gust of wind.

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She stood defiant, unmoved by his anger, as the fire within her raged stronger than anything external. "What have you done to me?" Her scream echoed through the room, a visceral sound that threatened to shatter the windows.

"I saved you!" Her sire retorted, his own voice rising to match hers. "I saved you from a pathetic human existence, and this is how you repay me!"

"I want to grow! I want to be like them!" She shot back, the two locked in a battle of voices, each trying to outshout the other.

"YOU WILL NEVER GROW!" He finally snapped, the declaration revealing the cold, hard truth.

Stumbling back, she attempted to process his words. "What do you..." Her lip quivered, tears welling up in her eyes.

Her dad stepped forward, his voice a regretful whisper. "You were turned at the tender age of twelve. For vampires, time halts at the moment of their turning, passing without taking much note of our kind. We are forever frozen in that moment.”

Shaking her head in disbelief, she croaked, "No... There must be a way to... if I—"

"You will never age," her sire declared with a lack of sympathy that cut through her like a knife.

Clutching her chest, she sank to her knees, realizing the extent of what the vampire had taken from her. He had stolen her family, her humanity, and now, her ability to age.

Somehow, the tears didn't come to her. She had no more tears to cry. (Y/n) was a vampire, a fact she had once thought she had come to terms with. She was destined to feed on mortals to survive. She was destined to never age. Eternally youthful.

In response to her silence, her sire crouched in front of her. "(Y/n)?" He lifted her head to meet his gaze. As her eyes clung to a last sliver of hope, the blond's eyes hardened. "Embrace the essence of your being, and express gratitude that I, in my benevolence, have rescued you from the confines of your mortality."

Her gaze turned to the shattered dolls, and she said to him, "Forgive me," a whisper devoid of emotion. His smile, void of any malice, prompted no anger from her, only a heavy resignation.

"Smile," he urged, wiping blood from her face. “This is a gift, doll.”

She complied, displaying white teeth and sharp fangs. There seemed to be no other recourse in this situation. She could either succumb to tears and rage or find a way to move forward. She had learned to adapt once; after her parents were savagely slaughtered. Then, once again when she had been turned. This would be her third time, and hopefully, her last.

The fragments of porcelain dolls lay scattered like fallen stars across the room, a constellation of broken dreams. Each doll, a silent witness to the tempest of emotions that had swept through. In the midst of this wreckage, (Y/n) stood, a solitary figure amidst a sea of fractured reveries.

The dolls, once delicate and cherished, were now fragments strewn carelessly, much like the promises of a life she had relinquished. The act of breaking those dolls, symbolic as it was, held no real consequence. For (Y/n) understood that she, in this haunting realm, was the only doll that truly mattered. An elegant marionette, navigating a vampiric existence with a façade of poise. A mere doll in this vampiric tableau, expected to wear a smile and play her assigned role.

She refrained from allowing herself to cry or even care anymore, for in caring, she feared she would shatter into irreparable pieces.

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Yup, this is over guys ! Finally done! Took me some time bcuz I went on a trip but here I am with the epilogue! Hope you liked this story and enjoyed it just as much as I did as I was writing it.

While the story is over, I would be happy to answer questions and write more about it if asked. My asks are open so feel free to ask for more on the characters, their backstories that were only briefly mentioned, or even on what-if scenarios to see how some actions could hava affected the ending. ;)

Thank you for reading.

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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Marvel Masterlist

looking for spiderman/peter parker? He has his own Masterlist ❤

Steve Rogers

Delusional Steve

Pregnant S/o

Single Parent S/o

Headcannons

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Touchy with friends S/o

How Steve spoils S/o

Amnesiac S/o

Nuclear Apocalypse

Killer Steve

Werewolf Steve

Avenger S/o

Rebellious S/o

Steve finding S/o after running away with another man

Hearing S/o sing

S/os friend helping them Escape

Trying to break up with him

S/o goes missing

Steve protecting Villain S/o

Famous S/o

Delusional 50s Fantasy

Clinging onto S/o who doesn’t like being touched

Hospitalized S/o

S/o Framed into Execution

Living in the 40s with S/o

S/o who can die from pregnancy

Bucky/Steve sharing S/o

S/o who is already dating

Insecure S/o

Professor Steve dating College student S/o

necromancer S/o

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Werewolf Vampire Hybrid Steve

Alien S/o hiding parts of themselves

Ghost Steve communicating through Ouija Board

Figuring out S/os a Lizard human hybrid

S/o suffering from constant headaches

Someone attempting to drug S/o

Model S/o

At a BLM Protest

House spouse S/o

Easily scared S/o who loves horror movies

Doing his makeup when hes asleep

Platonic relationship with his daughter

S/o spending more time with bucky and sam

Magical girl hero S/o

S/o being on team Iron man during civil war

Bucky Barnes

Headcannons

Winning you over

Bucky Barnes vs Natasha Romanoff

S/o that loves their Stalker

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Winter Solider Falling for a Civilian

Gore + Torture TW

Hunted Down

Trick or Treating w/ Bucky

Perusing Dating after Hydra

S/o who is affectionate towards friends

Bucky as a Parent

Prioritizing your child over him

Bucky being in college while S/os still in HS

Bucky w/ Daughter, platonic

S/o w/ cystic fibrosis

S/o who is scared of Bucky

Shoving Buckys head into your chest when angry

King Bucky

Soulmate AU

Crush with a shit boyfriend

S/o that loves pampering Bucky

Running away cause Someone broke in

Running away to the Police

Steve/Bucky sharing S/o

Recently freed Bucky taking refuge with you

Cuddlebug S/o

Pro baker S/o

kpop fan Dancer S/o

Halloween Date

Yandere Letter

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Shy S/o

Werewolf S/o

Witch S/o accidentally turning herself into a cat

Oblivious S/o

Darlings scared of bugs

Petite S/o

Artistic s/o

Getting a handmade blanket from S/o

S/o insecure about their high pitched voice

S/o whos always tired

Treating his wounds

Torture

Touch starved S/o that doesnt know how to show affection

S/o drools in their sleep

Air head S/o

Darling who enjoys being taken care of

S/o whos kidnapped by random people

Fluff Headcannons

“it feels like home when im with you”

S/o who was verbally abused as a kid, made to believe youll never be loved

Darling who has shit friends

Hydra S/o who tries to brainwash him again

S/o who jokes around when nervous

S/o that likes to be carried by his metal arm

S/o with a regular prosthetic arm

S/o got injured trying to escape

General protective HC

Stephen Strange

Using his powers to get his S/o

Chasing S/o down

Insecure S/o

Single Parent S/o

Apprentice S/o

Jealous of his Cloak

Using his powers on his Dead S/o

Kidnapping S/o

Yandere Cloak

“Be good for me this time. I don’t want to see you cry again.”

Jealous

Patient S/o

Tony Stark vs Stephen Strange

Taking their S/o away from their abusive family

S/o with a flat chest

Red string of fate AU

S/o with PTSD

Oblivious S/o

Apprentice S/o getting hurt

Poly Naga Stephen + Tony

Cannibal S/o

Accident Prone S/o

Comforting Anxious S/o

Watching S/o sleep

S/o getting hurt during a city attack

Healer S/o distrusting him cause they think hes using them

S/o favoring his cape as a coping mechanism

Asexual S/o

Darling with narcolepsy and chronic pain

S/o is as good and talented as him

Sneaking out only to come back with puppies

S/o who has bad anxiety attacks

Using his cape to find S/o who sleeps in odd places

Chaotic s/o

Quiet s/o playing ACNH

S/os first time seeing snow

S/o whose ok with being kidnapped as long as they can go to amusement parks

Kidnapped S/o keeps passing out due to fear

S/o wanting to dance in the rain

S/o has the power to teleport

Demon S/o

Thor Odison

Headcannons

NS FW headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

Stronger than Thor thinks S/o

Teaching Thor about Halloween

Finding Puppies

Loki Odison

Headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

S/o in arranged marriage

Using a Love Potion on his S/o

Naga Loki

Affectionate S/o

Teasing his S/o

Valentines Day

S/o who can sing

Insecure S/o who keeps rejecting him

S/os Suicide TW

Brutally taking his Soul mate

Supportive S/o

Harassed S/o

Possessive S/o

Liking his Hair touched by S/o

Halloween Date

Someone cat calling his Darling

Drunk S/o

Asexual s/o

S/o whos best friends with Tony

Depressed S/o

Magica girl S/o

Vampire loki hunting down a s/o whos having fun with it

Platonic yandere HC

T’Challa

Headcannons

T’challa Vs Erik

S/o getting Married to someone else after he gets Snapped

Tony Stark

Headcannons

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?!

NS FW headcannons

Sugar Daddy

S/o getting attention to the constant attention he attracts

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Cold in Public yet Cuddly in Private

Pushover S/o

Tsundere S/o

Jealous of the amount of attention Steves giving S/o

The Purge

Plus size Lingerie model S/o

“How else would they know you belonged to me?”

“its like you were made for me”

S/o who doesnt mind his Yandere tendencies

Jealous Tony

Finding a kitten

Shy/Book-wormy S/o

Valentines Day

Stephen Strange vs Tony Stark

S/os first relationship

Nerdy S/o

Poor yet incredibly Sweet S/o

S/o not wanting anything to do with Tony

Touchy S/o Hiding behind him

Zombie Apocalypse

Sugar Daddy to a Male College student S/o

Single Parent S/o

Learning S/o has Terminal Heart Cancer

S/o with a Prosthetic Leg

Cute S/o that listens to Death Metal

Drawing Tony in a maid outfit

Blind S/o

Vampire S/o

S/o who shuts down after kidnapping

Yandere S/o protecting their Love interest

Punishing S/o who tried to escape

Artist S/o

S/o who can see ghosts

Suicidal S/o TW

“Hey demons its ya boy”

Making Halloween costumes

Poly Naga Stephen+Tony

Tonys Type

Hunted Down

S/o having a delayed reaction to being Kidnapped

Injured S/o

S/o being hit on by Quentin Beck

Cyber stalking

S/os in the military

Crush thinking his Flirts are only jokes

Losing S/o to the Snap

Comforting S/o after a bad day

Strong Kick ass S/o

Not knowing S/o immortal, watching them get stabbed

S/o loving DIY stuff

Finding out S/o been begging to Jarvis to help them escape

S/o secretly making robo stuff

S/o having inhuman strength

terrorist S/o

S/o calling ptsd “spicy nostalgia”

Tonys s/o phasing through security after being kidnapped

Life Threatening Situation

Male S/o is a single parent

Modest S/o wont let him spoil them

S/o in a depressive episode

What kind of gifts does he buy his darling

How he shows affection

dealing with competing suitors

Proposal HC

Vampire Tony Hunted down

Incubus Tony

Assassin S/o

Natasha Romanoff

Headcannons

Dealing with competition

Wanda vs Natasha

Bucky vs Natasha

S/o whos not into girls

Hunted Down

S/o Disobeying

Avenger S/o

Choosing S/os Clothes

Shy s/o

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda vs Natasha

Headcannons

Bisexual S/o

Vampire Wanda

ADHD & Autistic S/o

Okoye

Headcannons

S/o who runs away

Nick Fury

Headcannons

Shy and Quiet S/o

Bruce Banner

Being able to control his emotions

Headcannons

Hela Odison

Headcannons

Carol Danvers-

headcannons

Powerful S/o

Single parent s/o

Oblivious S/o

Oblivious S/o is getting flirted with

Vision

Hunted down

Doc Oc

Parental/Platonic HC

Steve Rodgers

NS FW HC

Cockwarming

Vocal Steve

Turned on during a mission

College Virgin S/o slightly

Breeding HC

Femdom

Bucky Barnes

Stealing S/os underwear

Another Underwear Stealing

NS FW alphabet

NS FW Headcannons

Sexually frustrated Bucky

Getting Caught

Dominate Bucky

Sitting on his face

Stephen Strange

NS FW headcannons

Thor

Werewolf Thors Heat

Loki

NS FW headcannons

NS FW alphabet

Orgasm denial + Aphrodisiac

Tony Stark

NS FW Alphabet

S/o has a high Sex Drive

S/os First Time

Corruption

NON-CON Bdsm TW

Submissive tony

Natasha

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that”

NS FW headcannons

Wanda

NS FW headcannons

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Platonic Daddy! Yandere! Wilson Fisk x Little! Willing! Reader x Reluctant! Platonic Mommy! Vanessa Fisk

This was messily written. I wrote as it came to me. I will edit this.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Gun Violence, Violence, Human Trafficking, Yandere Behavior, Forced Relationships, Forced Breastfeeding.

KingPin (DareDevil series/comics) inspired.

Summary: You started working in a shady restaurant and met a scary regular. Somehow you ended up kidnapped and with a new set of "parents"

You were just a waiter at a restaurant, nobody really. All you did was wait tables all day at some restaurant that never had a full house since you've worked there. One man was a regular, he would come in four times a week for dinner. He wasn't the only regular, but he was the most memorable regular. With his enormous height, heavyset body, complete bald head, stark white suit, and bright blue eyes, he was utterly noticeable.

The only other waiter, the first time he came, was intimidated by his physique so you had to be the one to take his order. The man looked so tired, as if he just woken up, and it compelled you to give him a cup of coffee on the house. He ordered two different plates and a fountain drink, of which he had three refills. You waited on him like any other person, cracked a few jokes, and wished him a good day. Before he left, his plates and cup empty, he personally gave you a tip and thanked you for the coffee. The tip was a fifty dollar bill.

It wasn't completely unknown to you that more unsavory people would come into the restaurant. Ranging from small-time thugs to ring leaders of criminal organizations. It was a blessing and a curse for the restaurant and its employees. Everyone actually paid for their meals, some would leave big tips like the man, and it kept the business going. There would be times someone would get too much and create a ruckus, once there was a shoot out once, which you thankfully didn't witness. Because of the danger you were able to easily get a job, a job you desperately needed.

Ever since you graduated, you haven't been able to land a job due to inexperience. As the years went by you were desperate to find a way to no longer be a burden on your family. So you decided to walk around the more dangerous parts of the city and found a help wanted sign in the window. Your coworkers were great, the chefs were friendly enough, and your boss, the owner, gave you a decent wage. It was truly a blessing even if the environment was dangerous.

It had been six months of working, two months of knowing your memorable regular ("Call me Wilson."), when you witnessed your first shooting. A customer was complaining about their food, a street thug, and gave your coworker a hard time. Your regular, the large man, was just about to tell you his order when a shot rang out. The thug had just shot your coworker, your friend, and your fight or flight response came in. You were in fight mode.

Grabbing the first empty chair in arms reach, you slammed the chair on the back of the fleeing thug's head. They went down hard, dropping their gun, and cursing you. Their two friends got out their own guns and pointed at you, before they could shoot, a large shadow towered over you.

"Now, that's no way to treat a lovely lady." Wilson, your regular, said in a gravelly voice. The others paled and lowered their guns.

"Lovely lady my ass, she busted my skull open." The thug on the ground shouted, still turning around holding his head. "I'm gonna fucking kill the bitch." As he turned around and saw Wilson, he also paled. "Mr. Fisk, sir, I didn't see you there." He stammered.

Your friend groaned, holding their side, you dropped the chair and went to their side. It looked like they were shot in the leg, you took off your apron and put pressure on the wound.

"Look, I didn't know you came to this joint." The thug continued to stammer. Ambulance and police sirens could be heard outside. "Listen, I'll never come back to this place, I promise."

"That's a promise you can keep behind bars." You heard the guy scramble, a loud wet crunch, and a scream. You looked up to see Wilson stepping the thug's hand, that was reaching for his gun. His friends ran out in a panic, the police came in to take the thug and question everyone. Your friend was taken to the hospital.

When your family heard what happened, they begged you to quit, find another job. You compromised with them, sending your resume to different job openings, only quitting when somewhere else hires you. Wilson still stayed a regular, still giving you large tips, and your coworker came back a month later. Everything went back to normal, but you never received a call back from the places you applied.

When it was your anniversary of working at the restaurant, your coworkers set up a small party after closing. It was dark when everyone started to go home. As you approached your car someone behind you covered your face with a cloth and your world went dark.

Voices shouted around you as you woke up.

"I'm just saying this is a bad idea."

"Please, that Chinese bitch asked for girls, she didn't say from where."

"But, the Kingpin's rules."

"I don't give a shit about his rules. He broke my fucking hand and almost sent me to prison. All over some fat bitch in a shitty joint."

You noticed you were tied up and your mouth was taped shut. You were in the back of a van with two other girls in the same position. One girl started to panic and screamed behind her closed mouth.

"Shut them the fuck up." You look up and notice the thug that shot your coworker and his friends.

The one sitting in the back took out a needle syringe and injected the screaming girl with it. After a while the girl went limp.

"Shot them all up, we're almost there and I don't want any of them struggling." After a sharp pinch the world was no more.

The next time you woke up, you were naked and in a room with other girls. They were either naked like you, or wore plain lingerie that barely covered anything. After a while someone threw a bag filled with plain lingerie, and you noticed you, and other bigger girls, were the only one left without clothes. Later water bottles were thrown in, only enough for half of the girls. Some girls were selfish and hogged a whole bottle, others shared. What felt like a whole day, a few buffer men came in and took a few girls by force. The next day more men came in to take more girls. It kept repeating, after the fifth time you and the other bigger girls got lingerie. More girls were brought in.

After what felt like two weeks, you were nibbling on some stale bread when they took all the bigger girls. You were terrified, wondering what will happen to you. You and girls were lined up in front of a group of people, a girl squeezed your hand and you squeezed back. When you looked around, you were surprised to see Wilson in the group. He also seemed surprised when his eyes landed on you.

"As you can see Mr. Fisk, we in fact respect your wishes." An Asian man in front of an elderly woman said. She was sitting in a chair and said something in her native tongue. "I always make sure to leave your territory alone, never picking from your fields."

"Is that so?" Wilson said. He stepped forward and took out his hand. "Come here, y/n." He called out. You clutched onto the other girl. "It's all right, sweetheart, I'm here to take you home."

The old woman shouted. "I'm sorry, but I think you're mistaking the merchandise for someone else." The man then tried soothing the old woman in their native tongue.

You felt your eyes water at being called merchandise, you were a human, not a thing. Wilson called out your name again. You let go of the girl. He said he would take you home and you wanted to go home.

When you reached him, you threw your arms around his middle and cried into his chest. He patted your head and rubbed your back. "It's alright, it's alright. Now tell me, who brought you here?"

"The guy that shot my friend and his friends." You said between sobs.

"My poor little sunshine, you must have been so scared." He kissed the top of your hair. "Don't worry, everything will be alright now." He used his strength to leave you in his arms. You buried your face in his shoulder, clutching the front of his suit. "You broke our deal."

The woman shouted. "We had no idea she was one of yours. Whoever brought her to us is at fault." The man translated.

"Whoever brought her here was under your orders. " He started to walk away. "I expect compensation for the kidnapping of my daughter." There was a sharp inhale. Daughter, why did he call you his daughter?

He brought you to his limo and settled you in his lap, covering you with his jacket. "It's alright, princess. Once we get home you'll have a nice bath, a warm meal, and I'll tuck you in bed. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Your body felt numb, but nodded. Finally getting clean, real food, and a bed sounded like a dream. You pressed close to him to get warm.

When he carried you out of the limo, you didn't recognize your surroundings. He took you to what looked like a luxury apartment complex. Taking the elevator, he pressed the top floor button. It looked like his private condo took up the whole floor.

He finally sat you down in a chair in the bathroom. He filled the overly large tub with warm water and bubbles. When the tub was full you expected him to leave, but instead he started to take off the lingerie you wore. You shrieked and scooted away from him.

"It's alright, sweetie. I know you're scared, but you should let daddy take care of you." He said.

"I can wash myself." You stammered back.

"I know you're my big girl, but daddy hasn't seen you in days." He grabbed your arm, preventing you from moving away. Taking off the last bit of article that covered you, he picked you up and placed you in the tub. Grabbing a washcloth he started to scrub your body. You jumped at that.

"Please, I can wash myself." You cried.

"No, no," he shook his head, "I said I was going to take care of you. Daddy will make everything better and you'll get to see your friends tomorrow. Doesn't that sound fun?"

It scared you, having a large man handle you. You had no idea why he kept calling himself "daddy", or why he was insistent on treating you like a child. He was just a regular at the restaurant you work at. You decided to comply. If a man could easily carry someone like you around, who knows what else he could do.

When he finished giving you a bath he picked you up from the tub, wrapped in a large towel, and carried you to a bedroom. He placed you on a bed and dressed you in childish looking underwear and soft pajamas with your favorite childhood characters. Not only was it embarrassing, but it had you questioning why the man had such clothing in your exact size. He picked you back up and sat you at a dinner table.

"You sit there while daddy gets you your favorite soup." When he left for the kitchen, you debated on whether or not to try to leave. You decided against it, you had no clue where you were and he did say you were going to see your friends tomorrow. Maybe he wasn't that bad of a man, maybe this was his strange way comforting you.

As promised, he came back with a bowl of your favorite soup and a juice box. Before you could grab the spoon yourself, he lifted the spoon to your face. "Open wide." He looked at you expectantly.

"I can feed myself." You stuttered, feeling your cheeks blush. You looked at the ground embarrassed at the situation even more.

He placed a hand on your chin, forcing you to look at him. Looking up, you felt smaller than you ever had, especially with his large stature. "Just let daddy spoil you, ok?" Once again, you wordlessly nodded, afraid of what might happen if you said no.

He fed you like a baby, wiping your face after each spoonful, and occasionally held up the juice box for you to drink from. When the bowl was completely empty, he picked you up again. "It's time for bed."

He took you to the same bedroom as before. You finally looked around and saw what looked like a child's bedroom. Your favorite color painted the walls, shelves filled with children's books, a desk covered in coloring books and crayons, a toy box, childish furniture, and a bed with sheets covered in your favorite childhood characters. It made you bewildered why the man had such a room in the first place.

As he tucked you in bed, he gave your forehead a kiss. "Sleep tight my little princess. Daddy has to take care of business, but if you need anything the nanny will be just outside, ok?"

"Ok." You said automatically.Nanny? So he's keeping a guard on you? There goes your ability to escape and go back home to your family.

Finally laying on a soft bed after days of barely sleeping on the floor, you eventually feel asleep. By morning Wilson was waking you up. He took you to the bathroom to do your business, without leaving, and gave you a brightly colored toothbrush. Today's saving grace was that he allowed you to walk, but held onto your hand. He still changed your clothes, putting on something that you would normally wear. You ate breakfast without help and he took you to work via a chauffeur.

Before you could jump out of the car, Wilson asked for a kiss. So close to freedom, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. He finally let you go after he gave his own kiss and wished you a good day.

When you walked into the restaurant, you were ambushed by your coworkers once they saw you. Apparently Wilson told them he would bring you back, but they didn't believe it. The owner asked if you actually wanted to work today. You told them that you wanted to go home, since you hadn't seen your family yet. They took you home.

Your family was overwhelmed when they saw you, you all cried. They called the police to inform them you returned and they came to question you. You gave them the descriptions of the three men that took you and two people that were behind it. You didn't mention Wilson picking you up, only saying you managed to escape and run into someone who helped you.

After winding down, you had a celebratory lunch with your family for your safe return. No one went to work that day and held onto you tight. When it was a little past your working shift, a knock came from the door. When a knock came from the door, you were surprised to see Wilson at the door when a family member opened it. When he asked for you, your family was suspicious of him. You blurted out that he was the one that helped you, that made the family welcome him in open arms. They insisted he stay for dinner, to show their appreciation.

The women, and few of the men, were in the kitchen preparing traditional dishes for an army. Wilson sat with you on the couch, your family treated him like he was a part of the family. When he placed an arm over your shoulder, some of your family members gave a teasing glance. They were the ones insistenting you should have been married already. If only they knew he didn't see you as a lover, but as a daughter.

You couldn't help but cuddle into his side, enjoying the feeling of being small. You haven't felt small in years, you usually were the biggest person in the room. When dinner was ready, you began insisting that your favorite food was the best. You plated most of the food for Wilson, almost forgetting his strange nature from yesterday. When the day winded down, only your closest family members stayed over. Wilson left as well, you gave him a hug goodbye.

It took two days for you to return to work, you were grateful that you even still had a job. Wilson came in that day for lunch. When no one was looking, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. He seemed surprised by that. When he finished, he gave you your usual tip and a note that asked you to come home with him during the weekend.

You felt nervous and questioned your sanity for actually going to his place. He babies you the whole weekend, treating you like a toddler. You enjoyed cuddling with him on the couch while watching children's movies and shows, when he fed you, when he changed you, when he carried you around, and when he would call you nicknames. Your "nanny" was someone called Hildy, a nonsense woman that treated you like a child without asking questions. It made you feel carefree, like you had nothing to worry about for about two and a half days.

It was a routine for about a year, your family thought you were dating, your coworkers never questioned Wilson's behavior towards you. You never once imagined that you would be in the situation you found yourself in. One morning, when Wilson left for "business," you groggily got out of bed to ask Hildy for a glass of water. A woman was in the living room with her, demanding where Wilson was. When she looked at you, with your bed hair, she assumed you were sleeping with him. You made a face at that. "Gross, he's my daddy." You told her. Later you were properly introduced to Vanessa.

Vanessa did not accept the type of relationship you had with her boyfriend. Well, not at first. After your third week, she saw everything that Wilson did with you. She was still hesitant, but you guess Wilson told her something because she started to join him for lunch at your workplace. You treated them like normal customers and she seemed nervous the whole time. The next weekend, Wilson had her feed you and read you a bedtime story. The next week he had her change your clothes and cuddle you while watching tv. Then it escalated to her bathing you. She tried to touch you in a sexual manner while bathing you, you screeched and cried like a child. Wilson was angry at her and kicked her out. You didn't see her for two weeks.

The next time you saw her, she apologized and promised to never do that again, you were weary of her. You clung to Wilson whenever she was around, hiding behind him, hiding behind daddy. He kept you safe. But he wanted Vanessa to be your mommy. When it seemed like you weren't getting used to her, something happened.

When you entered the condo after being picked up from work, you noticed Vanessa waiting on the couch. She was wearing a loose button up, and gestured you to her lap. Daddy didn't let you hide behind him, he picked you up and sat you on her lap. You started to cry, wondering what was happening. "She's just being fussy, aren't you princess?" Daddy cooed. "Our poor baby must be hungry. Don't you think so, honey?"

"Yes." Vanessa stammered.

"Well, aren't you going to feed her?" Vanessa started to clumsy unbutton her shirt. You wanted to panic, to pull away from her, but daddy kept you in place. Vanessa exposed one of her breasts.

"Here, eat." She tried to push her breast into your force. Daddy stopped her and scowled.

"Don't force it, let her latch naturally." He patted your head and adjusted you so your head was next to her breast. "Come on sweetheart, aren't you hungry?" He encouraged. "Has daddy ever let you astray?" No, daddy has never let anything, or anyone, hurt you.

Shyly, you latched onto her nipple, she gasped and daddy praised you. As you sucked, you tasted something sweet and warm. You sucked harder and more of the sweet nectar came rushing into your mouth. Vanessa was lactating! "That's a good girl, eating without a fuss." Daddy praised. "And mommy is being so good at feeding our precious baby."

You could hear Vanessa cry, but you didn't let it bother you. You were hungry and she was feeding you yummy milk. When her breast was empty, you whined for more. Daddy took out her other breast since Vanessa was still crying. You drank until you sucked her dry. Happily humming with a full stomach, you nuzzled into your new mommy. She gave you nice warm milk and daddy said she was mommy. Your weekends now included drinking milk from mommy, who cried from happiness at being able to feed her baby.

#yandere x reader #messy writing #yandere fic #little reader #tw kidnapping #tw noncon #Willing reader #Willing darling #platonic yandere

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gulnarsultan · 9 months

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Hello there, sorry for disturbance. It’s about Yandere platonic House Lannister and Modern Reader.

I can’t help but imagine: Modern Reader is someone who can solve problems, like: the crown has a debt to Iron Bank and mines of Westerlands are dried out? No worries, Modern Reader paid the debt to Iron Bank and managed to find other mines that are richer and bigger that makes House Lannister richer than before. Cersei, Jaime and Tyrion need love and attention? Modern Reader is already there for them. Joffrey causes tantrums? Modern Reader takes him under her wing and spends time with him, in result Joffrey doesn’t act like a jerk and acts normal (Yandere platonic Joffrey doesn’t want Modern Reader to be disappointed in him). During Robert’s rebellion Elia and her children are held hostage? Modern Reader get Elia and her children out of the Kings Landing, saving their lives. The criminals commit horrible crimes? Not to worry, Modern Reader found their campaign and dealt with them. Some criminals are in prison cells, others are sent to the Wall (Modern Reader learnt that Night’s Watch need more men, so she sent them). Modern Reader can make Valyrian swords and work with steel. Modern Reader has something that no one has, either Valyrian armour or an artifact. There are rumours that Modern Reader has dragon eggs, but no one knows for sure. In conclusion Modern Reader solves problems and can do things that no one knows, how she managed to do all that. Modern Reader is the mystery to everyone, even to Yandere platonic House Lannister and Targaryens. Which is why the nobles and others say “House Lannister got the treasure.” “How does Lady Y/N Lannister able to solve problems with such ease?” “She’s probably using magic, I don’t know.” “No, she’s probably overworking herself, because she can’t get over Lady Joanna’s death.”

And now, scenarios.

Ned Stark: How could you let this happen? The crown owns huge debt to Iron Bank.

Modern Reader: Don’t worry, I already dealt with it.

Ned Stark and other council members: How?!!!!😧😧😦😲😦

Flashback. In Iron Bank

Modern Reader: I came here to pay the debt.

One of the agents: Oh really? And where is your money?

Modern Reader pulls out a small bag. One of the agents start to laugh because the bag is small and the debt is huge. Modern Reader opens the bag and there are tons and tons and lots of money and it looks like it won’t stop.

Agents of the Iron Bank:😧😧😧😧😧😧😨😨😨😨😨🫢

Modern Reader: There. All of it. Is there anything else?😃

Agents still shocked: …no.

Modern Reader: Wonderful!😁 Have a good day.😊

Flashback ends.

Modern Reader: That happened 2 weeks ago. I’m surprised that you noticed it only now.

Scenario 2

Modern Reader: Greetings, Lord Eddard Stark.😄 I heard that the Wall need more men, correct?

Ned Stark: Yes, that’s correct.

Modern Reader: Well no worries, I got them.

Modern Reader pulls a chain and there is a column of men, all chained up and some beaten up .

Ned Stark with other guards: How many did you have?!!!😨😨😨😨

Modern Reader: Well about… 50 criminals and maybe 60 will arrive. I didn’t count. Oh right. There are people who wants to join the Night’s Watch. Soooo, you probably will have 250 men.

Ned Stark super shocked: HOW MANY??!!!!

Scenario 3:

Modern Reader: Father, may I come in?

Yandere platonic Tywin: You may.

Modern Reader: I have good news. Since the mines are dried out, I managed to find other mines in Westerlands and to my surprise they are much bigger and richer than I thought. Anyway here’s the map, the red points are mines that I found. Now we don’t need to worry about anything.😊

Scenario 4: when Joffrey and his older brother were born (Robert’s and Cersei’s first child)

Modern Reader holds the children, while they sleep: Don’t worry, go and have some rest. You really need it Cersei.

Bonus

Yandere platonic Tyrion: Y/N? Are you busy?

Modern Reader with bags under her eyes, who sitting around the table with many letters of asking to make more Valyrian swords, plans for building castles for The Wall and the books of Lannister history and Westeros, also a few books were borrowed from the Citadel.

Modern Reader: No, little brother. What makes you say that?☺️🥱😮‍💨

Anyway, um… what do you think about it all? Sorry if it’s big. I couldn’t help, but I wanted to share it with you.

Hello. It's nice to see you again. No problem. I love reading your posts. 🥰❤ Thanks for this great share. 😘

The reader is literally a tribute to Westeros. She is trying to help everyone. For all problems, the reader has a solution. The reader is loved by all Westeros people.

#yandere game of thrones #yandere tywin lannister x reader #yandere jaime lannister x reader #yandere cersei lannister #house lannister

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itsabouttimex2 · 7 months

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Platonic Yandere All for One:

Someone who looks suspiciously like his little brother.

This man sees the world as though it were a comic cook or manga, tropes and cliches and archetypes. How could he believe you to be anything BUT the reincarnation of his younger brother?

You wheel yourself through a dirtier, darker part of town, pushing your wheelchair across rougher and sharper streets than it or your body were made for.

Your hair is stark white, long faded from the color you had been born with. The Quirk you had manifested as a child had taken an immense toll on your body, leaving you sickly and frail, necessitating the usage of a wheelchair.

You look just like his brother, All for One thinks.

You MUST be him, the narcissistic dark lord inside him says.

He’s the main character of this story, after all. That means his brother is an important character too. So seeing him again in some form makes perfect sense, doesn’t it? His descendant, his reincarnation, who cares?

Now that he’s “confirmed” it for himself, all that matters is making he sure he doesn’t lose you again.

Preparing another vault is the easiest thing in the world. A lavish and cozy living space with far more distractions and luxuries than his brother had been given, because the world has marched on and now has so much more to offer to a bored or distraught prisoner.

Finding out what to fill that vault with is a task performed without any hitch. A few minions and lackeys to tail you from a distance, taking note of your interests and hobbies, always just out of eyesight.

Classic Literature? Sculpting? Sewing? Cooking? It hardly matters. He’ll tailor this gorgeous prison to each and every one of your needs and desires.

Breaking you down is dreadfully easy as well. Someone to break into your house and shift your furniture by just a few inches, swapping your utensils, leaving lights on and misplacing your jewelry? No problem at all.

You grow to doubt yourself, especially when you start seeing a tall and masked man hiding in the shadows wherever you look. You grow weary, eyes bogged down with bags, never quite able to rest easy with all the fear and self-doubt in your heart. That shadowed man always comes when you least expect him, only in your peripheral for a second or two. Still, you’ve quickly memorized the look of him, with how often you’ve seen him.

‘It’s too easy,’ he thinks to himself. You really DO need his protection, it seems.

And when you slump weakly into that little wheelchair under the light of a flickering lamppost, he finally makes his move to take you into his own care.

You probably think you’re dreaming when he reaches out to take your weary, eroded body into his arms.

A nightmare would be kinder than what he has in store for you.

#All for One #AfO #Yandere All for One #yandere AfO #platonic yandere AfO #platonic yandere all for one

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floatyflowers · 1 year

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Below the Surface| Dark! HOTD various x Reincarnated Reader

Summary: One day, you wake up to find yourself in your favorite fandom, House of the Dragon 'Dance of the Dragons' Reincrainted as the bastard daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Criston Cole

And everyone seems to have this platonic and romantic obsession with you.

#tw: toxic relationships #yandere house of the dragon #platonic yandere #romantic yandere #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #daughter reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #dark #cregan stark

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anxiousnerdwritings · 10 months

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Reader just chilling: 😊

Platonic yandere avengers: hi☺️💗💞

Reader, wondering why tf a team of the most powerful people on earth is following them:.........hi🙂

I can’t help but think of that scene from Captain America: Civil War where Peter first meets Tony Stark when I read this. Like, the Reader is just going about their day and comes home to find all the Avengers hanging out in their house waiting for them or something. Maybe the Reader even walks in on the team going through their stuff and snooping around.

Reader: Uhhh……hi…

Yan!Avengers, totally caught in the act of breaking in and snooping around: Hi! 🥰👋🏻💞💕

#anxious answers #yandere avengers concept #yandere concept

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aphroditelovesu · 8 months

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❝𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘼 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙁 𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏❞

Headcanons

🔥 Yandere House Lannister Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere House Stark Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere House Targaryen/Viserys I, Aemma, Rhaenyra, Daemon, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Joffrey, Aegon III, Viserys II, Rhaena and Baela Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere House Velaryon/Corlys, Rhaenys, Laena, Laenor and Vaemond Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere House Hightower/Otto, Alicent, Aegon II, Helaena, Aemond and Daeron Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere Daemon Targaryen Headcanons (General)

🔥 Yandere Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (General)

🔥 Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere Criston Cole and Harwin Strong Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Aegon II/Aemond Targaryen Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🔥 Yan!Aegon II, Yan!Helaena and Yan!Aemond w/Married!Baby!Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Criston Cole w/Targaryen!Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Alicent Hightower Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen w/Rhaenyra's Twin!Sister Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Rhaenyra Targaryen/Alicent Hightower Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🔥 Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen/Yan!Dad Laenor Velaryon Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yan!Husband Maegor the Cruel/Six Wives Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Alicent Hightower/Criston Cole Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Team Black Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yan!Husband Maegor the Cruel/Yan!Mother-In-Law Visenya Targaryen Headcanons

🔥 Yan!Husband Jaehaerys I Targaryen Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yan!Parents Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere Viserys I Targaryen w/Second Wife!Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yan!Husband Aegon the Conqueror Headcanons (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Daenerys Targaryen Headcanons (General)

Imagines

🔥 Valyrian Heritage | Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen, Yan!Dad Laenor Velaryon

🔥 A Son for a Son | Drabble, Angst

🔥 Winter Solstice | Yan!HOTD

Yandere Profile

coming soon...

Reactions

🔥 Baby!Reader Autistic | Yan!House's Targaryen, Velaryon and Hightower

🔥 Baby!Reader is poisoned | Yan!House's Targaryen, Velaryon and Hightower

🔥 Baby!Reader lost an eye | Yan!House's Targaryen, Velaryon and Hightower

Love Letters

🔥 Yandere Aegon the Conqueror (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Maegor the Cruel w/Wife!Reader (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Tywin Lannister (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere Tywin Lannister w/Wife!Reader (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Daenerys Targaryen (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Oberyn Martell and Yandere Jamie Lannister (Romantic)

🔥 Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere Rhaenyra Targaryen (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Aemond Targaryen (Romantic)

🔥 Yan!Mom Rhaenyra w/Child!Who is involved with Yan!Alicent (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere Alicent Hightower w/Child! of Rhaenyra (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Criston Cole w/Targaryen!Reader (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Helaena Targaryen w/Male!Reader (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Aemond Targaryen w/Low Birth!Reader (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Daemon Targaryen (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Cersei Lannister w/Male!Reader Lannister

🔥 Yandere Laenor Velaryon (Platonic)

🔥 Yandere Maegor the Cruel (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Jaehaerys I Targaryen (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Rhaena Targaryen/Black Bride (Romantic)

🔥 Yandere Maegor the Cruel w/Pregnant!Reader (Romantic)

Emoji Prompt

🔥 Yandere Daemon/Rhaenyra (Poly!Romantic) | 💝

Prompts

🔥 Yandere Visenya/Rhaenys Targaryen (Poly!Romantic) | 8, 20, 28

Alphabets

🐉 Daemon Targaryen Yandere Alphabet

Alternative Masterlists

🔥 Yandere House of the Dragon Masterlist

🔥 Yandere Game of Thrones Masterlist

#masterlist #yandere au #house of the dragon #yandere house of the dragon #a song of ice and fire #yandere hotd #yandere a song of ice and fire #yandere asoiaf #asoiaf #yandere game of thrones #game of thrones #got #yandere got #yandere a song of ice and fire masterlist

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remotepixel · 3 months

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headcanons for platonic peter parker who wants to be your brother sooo bad

AAAA ok i want to say thank you so much for requesting !!!!!! i was literally so excited when i saw it lol.

I set this around Homecoming but didn't specify too much.

TW: yandere themes!

I imagine Peter always wanted a sibling.

-As a bullied, ‘weird’ kid, he grew up wishing he could have someone to hang out with when no one else wanted to.

-Of course, his parents always said no (since it obviously isn’t as simple as young him thought) and he never pestered May and Ben about it, too busy grieving and learning the struggles of money, but the idea lingered well into his teens.

-And, when he met you, he couldn’t help but think maybe God was granting him his wish.

He would be very clingy (to put it simply).

-If you’re in the same school, he’ll make you sit with him and his friends at lunch, walk you to and from lessons, anything to keep himself glued to your side.

-If not, he’ll be constantly checking his phone, texting you 24/7 (or calling you if he can), to the point I wouldn’t be surprised if he got a couple detentions for it.

-He acts like being away from you is the worst thing to ever happen to him.

-Like if doesn’t get a constant reminder that you’re not ignoring him and you’re just busy he’s gonna drop dead.

Outside of school, he would normally invite you around his house to build lego Star Wars or binge old movies no one else your age knows.

-I think he’d really like having things only between you two - like an inside joke or a project you work on together - both because he has an excuse to talk to you, and because it makes it seem like you’ve know each other your whole lives (something he wishes desperately was true).

I imagine Aunt May seeing you two hanging out one day, squabbling about how to properly ensemble the last piece (he’d probably go with your judgement no matter what though), and tells him something along the lines of ‘stop fighting with your sibling’ as a joke.

-The way Peter’s face would just be 😯 before breaking into a massive smile that permanently stays on his face for the next month.

-Like, even Aunt May agrees that he’s your brother, that's basically the same as her adopting you, yeah? no-

Peter is a bit delusional if you couldn't tell.

-Like, the way he constantly called Happy because he convinced himself that it was gonna go through eventually? Yeah, you’re getting the same treatment.

-He assumes you feel the same even if you so much as look at him (I bet he’ll think it’s some ‘sibling secret code’ and look at you in the same way so it looks like he understood).

That isn’t to say he’s ignorant to your emotions though.

-He copies your feelings in a way - like, if you’re sad, he’ll be as well, if you’re angry at something, he’ll be angry, etc.

-He isn’t one for violence but I don’t think he would care if Spiderman webbed/roughed up a few people who were annoying you (I don’t think he’d do much more unless you were in serious danger or he got too caught up into his feelings like in no way home).

I can’t believe I didn’t mention this before but he would be so jealous if you actually had (a) sibling(s).

-Like, he’s supposed to be your brother, but now he has to compete with people who know you so much better than he does? People who get to live with you and say you’re related without getting funny looks?

-(He lied to MJ once and it immediately backfired- he just wanted someone to actually think you and him were siblings, ok? Is that really a crime?)

-I don’t think he would have it in him to be outright mean to them, but he wouldn’t be overly nice either, just neutral enough to hide any jealously and not get banned from seeing you.

He tries not to come across as pathetic (don’t tell him he lowkey is-) but he’s never had much of a family before. Sure, he has Aunt May but everyone else? Dead, just like that.

Siblings is a whole new world for him and he just wants to be there for you, be your role model like Stark is for him, and prove that he can be the best brother ever.

I have re-read this but my tenses might be messed up </3

#RemotePixel #platonic yandere #yandere mcu #yandere marvel #yandere Peter Parker #platonic yandere Peter Parker

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