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[explorevenus]

something permanent, pt. 6 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors dni or i will call the cops i stg

reminder that this is a dark fic, if any of the following bothers or triggers you, do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, forced daddy kink, forced breeding (and therefore pregnancy), corruption/training, dubcon

in other words, dead dove: do not eat !!! you have been warned and you are responsible for your own media consumption.

chapter index: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7

word count - 5.9k

description - reader hasn’t been herself since finding out she’s pregnant. leon decides a little sunshine might do her some good.

tags/warnings - yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, no use of (y/n), pet names (princess, angel, doll, pup, etc.), forced daddy kink, corruption/training, stockholm syndrome, reader is in captivity, also reader is pregnant now (sorry to spoil it for those of u who haven’t read pt. 5 yet), mentions/descriptions of dissociation, sundress shenanigans, public sex (p in v), creampie, breeding kink, housewife kink, praise, dumbification, dollification, food/eating mentions, i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything

a/n - guys i’m literally soooooo sorry it took me forever to write this lmfao aaaa i know i’ve said this like 40 times but the past month was just super busy and chaotic for me in like every single aspect of my life </3 but it’s here now and i hope it was worth the wait ;w; ily guys and thank u for being so patient and sweet and supportive srsly it means the world to meeee

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fic under the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy !!

-venus ♡

Remember that scene in New Moon where Bella just sits in front of a window for three months straight?

That’s what you felt like.

The days passed by in a blur as you laid motionless in bed, then weeks, all spent staring at the blank wall. You couldn't stop thinking about it.

Leon's unfiltered grin as you sat curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor, knees pulled tightly to your chest, hands clutching your hair at the roots as you sobbed. He rubbed your back and kissed your face and shushed you for what very well may have been hours. Time hadn't exactly felt real since you found out.

After a while he carried you to bed, figuring you'd tire yourself out eventually. He knew this wasn't going to be easy for you-- you could only be so brave-- but it did break his heart to see you so... corpse-like, for a lack of a better descriptor. You laid so still in bed for so long, refusing to get up for anything that he would make sure to double check you were breathing every now and then.

For the first few days, he let you have your fit. He knew you were just scared, just exhausted by all that resisting... his poor, frightened little princess. But you would come around. You had to.

Now it had been weeks and he couldn't stand to watch you wither away anymore, especially not with his baby in your belly.

Leon put a hand on your shoulder from behind, rubbing you softly with his thumb. You hadn't reacted, so at first he figured you were sleeping. When he leaned over your still form for a better look at your face, he noticed your eyes were open, bloodshot and dry, staring off into space with a dead expression. Had you even been blinking? It felt like a shot to the heart.

"Sweetheart..." He whispered softly, brushing his knuckles over your cheek. "How are you feeling?"

You didn't respond. You couldn't. You'd screamed and cried until your throat went hoarse. There were no words left to speak anymore.

Leon sighed, brushing your hair away from your face, putting his ear up to your back just to make sure he could hear your heartbeat, hear your breathing. "I know you're scared, princess, but this is going to be so good for us, for you," He spoke against your warmth. "You're going to be just fine, I promise. I'm here for you every step of the way."

Once again... you didn't respond. He'd said it all many times before. You just huffed out a short, hardly noticeable breath from your nose, blinking slowly, gaze still fixed on the bare wall ahead of you.

Still, Leon persisted. "Come on, baby, let's get up, now... You wanna go sit outside for a while? Take a bath, have something to eat?"

You shook your head so slightly he barely registered the movement.

He was trying so hard not to be angry with you, but you'd been refusing to move for weeks now and the longer you kept it up, the more worried he felt about the baby. You'd barely had a bite to eat or a sip of water since you found out, something that pained him deeply but he thought you would snap out of it. He had no idea how to proceed. He wasn't expecting it to be like this. With the precious cargo you were carrying, he couldn't bring himself to get too rough with you, but he couldn't just sit back and watch you rot, either.

With a measured breath he sat back, taking a step out of the dark, stale bedroom to collect himself where you couldn't see him. He didn't want you to feel like a burden, too.

Leon paced the house as he wracked his brain for a solution. He could drug you, but he didn't want to risk it now that you were pregnant. If he tried to hold you down and force feed you, not only would that make things leagues worse, it was possible you'd hurt yourself trying to fight him off of you like he knew you would. This was shaping up to be his biggest hurdle with you yet.

While he was unsure how exactly he was going to pull it off, Leon had a feeling it might cheer you up a bit to get out of the house. You would be safe as long as you were with him, and maybe if you realized what he would be willing to grant you for good behavior, you'd feel more incentivized to pull yourself out of this slump.

Whether you wanted to or not, however, he knew you needed a bath and he didn't plan on taking you anywhere until you'd at least had that. He had an inkling it would make you feel better, too.

Leon took a deep breath to collect himself and prepare for you to fight him before he returned to the bedroom.

Unsurprisingly, you still hadn't moved. He approached warily, kneeling at the side of the bed directly in your unmoving line of sight. Your eyes were so vacant, it was like you were looking through him. Leon brushed a lock of your messy hair away from your face before speaking softly, "C'mon, pup. Let's take a bath, okay?"

You made an unintelligible noise of disapproval but otherwise didn't react. He was actually a bit shocked by how easy it was for him to scoop your limp body into his arms and lift you from your place on the bed.

What he didn't know was that the fight had largely drained out of you now. Like, seriously this time. You weren't stupid-- you knew this was the end of any slim chance you might have had to escape. You knew he was scarcely going to let you out of his sight now that you were carrying his child. You knew every safety precaution and escape prevention measure he'd already implemented was going to ramp up by roughly ten thousand percent. This was truly the end for you, the nail in the coffin of the life that once was. You were at his mercy now and you knew it.

So, you figured, why try at all? If he was so intent on controlling each and every aspect of your life, then why not let him? Why not make him? You couldn't care less about yourself anymore. You didn't even feel like yourself anymore. Every last ounce of autonomy you had left had been consumed by him.

Those were the only thoughts trudging through your dizzy, muddy brain as he sat you on the countertop, trying to undress you as you slumped into his shoulder. It was all you could bring yourself to think about as he lowered you into the bathtub full of water that was just a little bit too hot. By the time he began cupping the scalding water in his hands to wet your hair, you felt as though you were watching it all happen in third person. You weren't you anymore, you were Leon's dumb little helpless puppy, and that's all you would ever be.

You were brought out of your trance a little when you realized, seconds later, that he'd asked you something. "Hm...? W-What?" You said weakly, voice hoarse as he scrubbed you with sweet smelling soap.

He smiled softly, shaking his head as he repeated himself, "I asked if you feel better, sweetheart. Do you?"

"Oh..." You trailed off in thought for a moment. Did you? Did it matter? "I guess," You whispered flatly. "T-Thanks."

"Good," Leon hummed, running a soapy washcloth over the expanse of your back. You were getting a little bony and it was making him nervous. "How would you like to go out with me today?" He asked.

It took you a second to respond, given that was a question you never expected to hear from him in a million years. You turned to look at him almost suspiciously through your wet hair. "Go... out?" You rasped.

"Mhm," Leon nodded, rinsing the washcloth with water so he could wipe away what was left of the soap. "I think it'd be nice to get out of the house for a while, don't you? You've been so good for me, princess. You deserve it."

You nodded eagerly, gazing up at him through your lashes. "W-Where are we going?" You asked.

"I don't know, sweetheart, where would you like to go?"

You could have vomited just from the sudden influx of excitement. Not only was he taking you out of the house, he was giving you the choice of where you wanted to go. You wished you had more time to strategize, but you had a feeling he would catch on to your impure thoughts if you took too long to answer him, so you spewed out the first thing that came to mind.

"I-I wanna go to the botanical garden," You blurted out. "I wanna walk around and look at all the flowers."

Leon hummed in thought for a moment before pressing a kiss to the crown of your freshly washed hair. "You wanna go look at the pretty flowers, princess?" He asked, lips brushing against you.

"Mhm," You nodded, toying with the surface of the water with your fingertips.

"I think that sounds really nice. What a good suggestion, sweet girl," He agreed, brushing his lips over your temple before reaching for the plug to drain the bathtub. "But... I need you to promise me two things before we leave, okay?"

Leon reached for the fluffiest pink towel he could find before helping you slowly get up from the tub, wrapping you up with a soft kiss to your forehead. A bit faint just from standing, you wobbled on your feet as you blinked slowly and answered him, "Okay..."

He wrapped his arms around you to steady you, bringing the towel up to dry off your hair, "Number one, you hold my hand at all times, no matter what," He began. You expected the next request to be just another way to say 'no running off' but were surprised as he continued. "Number two," He said, "You have to eat something before we leave."

"M'not hungry..." You sighed, taking his hand as he led you back into the bedroom.

"Well, that's too bad, sweetheart," He replied, messing up your hair playfully. "You gotta eat something, or no botanical garden. It's non-negotiable."

Leon helped you to sit on the bed as he rummaged through the closet for you. His eyes quickly landed on a thin white sundress of yours, one he'd taken a liking to when he first saw you wear it... from a distance. But that was before, this is now, and now you'd be wearing it while pregnant with his child. He thought it was perfect.

He laid out the dress neatly on the bed next to you as you brought your towel up to dry your hair. The sundress was soon joined by a pair of frilly white socks and and comfortable white shoes. Leon always dressed you quite femininely but this was... pastoral. You eyed the outfit with an unreadable look on your face as Leon began applying lotion to your freshly showered skin.

Leon was always adamant about your post-bathing ritual. It was no secret he loved to take any opportunity he could find to pamper and dote on you, and while it might have been something that seriously gave you the creeps just a few months ago, it had come to be something you looked forward to every day. It was nice to be so thoroughly cared for, to have someone who would pay such close attention to your every need.

And it wasn't so bad having a strong, handsome man like Leon rubbing lotion into your naked body.

You recoiled at the thought, turning your head away as if you were worried he could hear what you were thinking. Cheeks going red, you busied yourself continuing to pat your hair dry with the towel.

Leon raised an eyebrow, kissing up the length of your leg as he began the transition from lotion to a light sunscreen-- he couldn't have his poor darling burning up in the sun, after all-- and there was a certain knowing gleam in his blue eyes as he asked, "Something the matter?"

"Mm-mm," You hummed, shaking your head. "Just spaced out for a second."

He nodded slowly, an air of playful suspicion to him now. Sometimes you wondered if he really could read your thoughts.

As soon as Leon was satisfied with your skin care, he watched as you stood to get dressed before beckoning you into his lap so he could brush your hair. You felt a familiar warmth pooling between your legs as you slid into his lap. Screwing your eyes shut in an effort to regroup, you silently cursed the universe for making you feel so sensitive today. You had a feeling it was a symptom of your... condition.

The fact that your body had betrayed you in so many ways made you want to scream. First your brain began to soak him in like a sponge, then your womb accepted his seed. Now, as if it were some primal monkey brain shit at play, you were finding yourself more and more infatuated with him by the day and you were hardly even that pregnant yet.

You sat stiffly in his lap as he gently brushed out every last little knot in your hair, careful not to tug too hard, pressing the odd kiss to your shoulders every now and then. It would seem your pregnancy had softened something in him, too-- not that you were really surprised. After all, this was what he'd wanted since the day he laid eyes on you for the first time.

Your internal commentary was interrupted by his voice as he finished up brushing your damp hair. "What do you want to eat, honey?"

You shrugged apathetically. "I don't care. You pick," You mumbled.

It wasn't an easy task for Leon to ignore your apathy. He was really worried about you, but he didn't want to stress you out, either, not any more than you already were. If handling the bulk of your decision-making for a while was what it would take to get you back on track, he would do it gladly-- not that he wouldn't do it regardless-- but he ached to see you smile again. He missed your sweet personality. He missed the light in your eyes, or whatever was left of it after all these months of captivity.

Leon took hold of you at the waist to lift you from his lap so he could stand and lead you downstairs to the kitchen, a hand at the small of your back the whole time you walked. He took notice of the fact that you hadn't even chanced a look at the sliding glass door like you normally would. You kept your head down and just followed his lead. He wasn't sure whether he should feel proud of your obedience or more deeply worried about your lack of concern.

He lifted you up into a chair at the kitchen island, pouring you a glass of juice to keep you occupied while he decided on something to make for you. You sipped idly at the juice, confident it hadn't been tampered with given you watched him prepare it for you.

"What are you most excited to see at the gardens?" Leon asked over his shoulder, cracking two eggs into a pan. He was trying to keep you engaged, distracted from whatever thoughts were swimming around in that little head of yours.

You shrugged again. "I'm just excited to go outside, honestly," You hummed, taking another sip of juice.

Leon nodded. "I think it'll be good for you, sweetheart. You need some vitamin D," He agreed, as if it wasn't his fault that you were in this position to begin with. It didn't go over your head but it didn't phase you, either-- you were used to the irony of it all by now. He continued, "What's your favorite flower?"

You resisted the urge to make a sideways comment, to tell him he should know that already since he clearly knows so much about you. Biting it back, not wanting to ruin what was currently shaping up to be a pretty good day, you answered simply and honestly, "Bleeding hearts."

"Hm... pretty and pink. I'm not surprised," He smiled softly, putting two slices of bread in the toaster as your eggs cooked.

You let out a little huff of breath that was easy to mistake for a laugh, and Leon did. His smile grew as he assumed you were feeling better already. It wasn't long before he presented you with a plate of eggs and toast, something he figured would be bland enough not to upset your empty stomach but would still provide you enough sustenance to be walking around in the sun for the afternoon. You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes when he provided you with colorful plastic cutlery to eat with, clearly made for children. His safety measures for you were already multiplying each day since you'd returned three positive pregnancy tests.

As much as the thought of eating something made your sour stomach twist up into knots, the thought of Leon forcing you to eat something made you even more violently ill. Again, you decided not to test his patience today. You picked at the food on your plate with a shaking hand as he rubbed your back to encourage you, and it wasn't long before you switched into an entirely different mode of brain function in order to complete the task. Seconds melted into minutes as the food disappeared slowly from your plate and your eyes glazed over into a blank expression. Leon didn't seem to notice.

Well, that, or he didn't really care as long as you were doing what he'd asked of you.

You were halfway through your second piece of toast when you were gripped back to reality by the sound of his voice once again.

"Good girl," He hummed lowly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Doin' so good for me, aren't you?"

You nodded vacantly, casting a weak smile at him. It was in that moment you realized that last half-slice of toast was the only thing left-- for the first time in months you'd actually cleared your plate. Leon could barely contain his pride.

As much as it irked you to play by his rules, you had to rationalize it somehow. You weren't the only one eating anymore.

You quickly brushed off the thought, preferring to act as though you weren't pregnant at all, for your own sanity. If you put too much energy into thinking about it, it'd ruin your day, and all you really wanted right now was one day to pretend this wasn't happening, to pretend Leon was just your sweet, well-meaning boyfriend taking you out on a date, to pretend this was normal and you'd asked for this.

To pretend you weren't growing a piece of him inside of you.

When you came to again Leon was helping you put your shoes on. The journey from the kitchen island to the front door passed by in a blur and now you were in his passenger seat, Leon's warm, broad hand on your thigh as the sunny city rolled by through the window, music playing quietly from the speakers. Without even realizing it, you squirmed into his touch, subconsciously enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours, the feeling of connection. It stirred something inside you that was just a little too confusing to address right now.

"It's pretty out today," You said, now trying to distract yourself from your own brain.

"It is, huh?" He asked, lip upturned in a handsome smile as he squeezed your leg in agreement. "You picked a good day to go look at the flowers."

"Mhm," You hummed, sitting up in your seat just enough to get a better view of the landscape around you. "What day is it?" You asked.

Leon quirked an eyebrow at you curiously. "Wednesday," He said. "May 31."

"May 31," You repeated to yourself in a near whisper, and he watched as the cogs turned in your head. "We've been together for... five months?"

"Six," He corrected you gently, thumb caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh. "Six months, princess."

It was odd to think it'd been that long since you'd last slept in your own bed, but at the same time, it was a little jarring to know it'd only been that long. As far as you were concerned, you could have been under his roof for a full year now, but no... only six months. Less than a school year, a season and a half, just two thirds of a human gestation period. You swallowed dryly as you made the realization that you would likely be birthing Leon's child just weeks after the anniversary of your capture.

The universe can be quite cruel with its timing.

Moments later the botanical gardens came into view and you could hardly sit still. Leon was soaking in your excitement, glad that his plan to get you out of the house was seeming to work. He hadn't seen you literally squirm with excitement since... well, since before he actually took you in. It was a lovely sight and it restored his faith in his own ability to support your well-being.

Leon parked the car and looked over to you, putting a hand over yours to grab your attention as you reached to unbuckle your seatbelt. "Sweetheart," He said, "Do you remember what you promised me?"

You nodded impatiently.

"I want to hear you say it, doll," He added.

"I promised to hold your hand the whole time, no matter what," You recited his instruction back to him, squeezing his hand as if to drive the point home that you understood and planned to obey him. "I still promise."

Leon smiled softly, taking the keys out of the ignition and gifting you a sweet kiss for being so smart. "Good girl. Let's go, then."

He was quick to circle around and open your door for you, taking your hand tightly in his own as the two of you began to walk. The entrance to the botanical gardens loomed tall and green overhead, a twisting arch spotted with blossoming flowers in several different colors. A gentle breeze carried the sweet, fragrant smell with it, blanketing the surrounding area with a floral aroma that was impossible to miss. It was summer.

You were practically dragging Leon along behind you as you charged forward eagerly, drawn to the scent and the sight of life. Given most normal people were at work or at school in the middle of the week, the two of you had most of the gardens to yourselves save for the odd retired couple here and there. It was quiet and beautiful and perfect.

"Slow down, princess," Leon laughed softly, wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you in closer to him. "The flowers aren't going anywhere."

"I know, I'm sorry," You couldn't quit beaming as you spoke. "I'm just so happy..."

Leon smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "You don't need to apologize for being happy, baby," He said. "That's all I've ever wanted, you know that, right?"

You nodded, turning to him on your tip toes to give him a kiss.

It would seem that some time spent outdoors was something you both needed sorely. You were soaking up every last ray of sunshine like it was your job and Leon was taking immense pride in your obedience. Every last thing about this was the exact image of what he'd hoped for with you-- an afternoon stroll through the botanical gardens, his seed inside you, your hand in his, all smiles... It really was all he'd ever wanted.

"Look at these ones, daddy," Now it was your voice breaking him out of his train of thought. Leon looked over to see you burying your nose in a bush of baby blue hydrangeas. "They smell so good," You said, eyelids fluttering shut as you breathed in the air around them. You couldn't help but think they reminded you of the color of Leon's eyes. Perhaps that was why you were so drawn to them.

Leon drew in beside you, bringing one of the soft blue blossoms up to his nose. "They do, huh?" He grinned.

"Mhm," You nodded, your slight attention span being snatched up quickly by something you saw in the distance.

The paths through the garden wound up like a maze, each walkway communing around a carved marble structure, tall white pillars that circled around a statue of a woman. The statue depicted her draped in cool marble robes that hung from her body like water, a bundle of various flowers cradled in her arms. It was a fitting piece for such a place, surrounded by bushels of bright white roses.

"So pretty," You marveled, mouth agape as you rushed over to where the path opened up into that precious, artful sanctuary. Soft golden sunlight graced the curvature of the statue and the petals of each surrounding flower, the textured pillars cutting shadows in thick stripes over the marble and greenery.

Leon tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, hand on your hip from behind as he spoke into your ear to regain your attention. "Look, angel," He pointed to your left, directing your eyes over to a little nook in the pathway. "Bleeding hearts. Your favorite."

You gasped excitedly, tugging at his hand as you went barreling over there. The little pathway curved a few feet down into a dead end, a tunnel of carefully manicured bushes lined with your favorite flower blooming in abundance. Your eyes went starry and wide as you took your time appreciating each and every blossom to the very back of the tunnel. Leon followed close behind, basking in your expression.

At the end of the tunnel was a waist-high, standing placard. You were just looking down to read it when you were startled by Leon coming up close behind, gripping your hips firmly.

"Are you having fun, princess?" He asked lowly, nibbling at the shell of your ear, broad hands feeling over the thin fabric of your dress.

You nodded, blushing. "I am," You answered, and you were being honest. "T-Thank you, daddy."

Leon hummed with approval, warm breath casting over the curve of your neck as he spoke. "You're very welcome, sweetheart," He said, lips tracing lightly over the junction of your neck and shoulder, raising goosebumps in their path. "Been so good for me, haven't you? Such a good, sweet girl for your daddy..."

His hands continued to wander, one feeling up the texture of your dress until it reached your chest and the other slipping beneath the hem at the middle of your thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat, cheeks burning at the feeling of his fingertips dancing slowly up between your legs.

"W-Wait..." You sighed softly, thighs shifting around his hand. "What if someone sees?"

Leon hummed with indifference, dragging two fingertips over the seat of your panties, making you shiver. "Let them," He said. "Let them see just how completely you belong to me, huh, pup?"

You keened into his touch, planting your palms on the placard in front of you to maintain your balance. Becoming quickly drunk off of his affection, you tried one last time to convince him otherwise. "Won't we get in trouble?" You asked.

He responded with a low chuckle against your throat, like you were ridiculous for even asking. "I'm not worried about that, angel."

You wanted to ask why not but the question died in your throat when he pushed your panties aside and sank a finger into your wet folds, dragging slowly up until he brushed over your clit, making you twitch and purr. Subconsciously your hips rutted back toward him, bumping softly against his own, and he couldn't help but chuckle under his breath at how needy you were already. It took him all but two seconds to connect the dots as to why you were so sensitive for him.

The thought alone made his pupils dilate with lust, nearly swallowing his cobalt irises whole. He clamped his teeth into your shoulder dominantly, rubbing slow, hard circles into your jewel. You moaned, quickly biting the inside of your cheek in an attempt to keep quiet.

Now it was his hips knocking impatiently into yours as he grew harder and harder beneath his jeans. You were so needy for him because you were pregnant with his child and finally, finally your body understood down to a cellular level that you belonged to him, that you needed him. The hand of his that was toying with your breast slid down to rest on your stomach. You weren't quite showing yet, but that didn't matter. He could feel his seed growing inside you, he could smell it on you, taste it on you. Now more than ever you were full of him.

"Mine," He growled into your hot skin, two fingers sinking into your slick hole without warning. You gasped, knuckles briefly whitening on the edges of the metal placard as your head swam with bliss-- it was only a couple of seconds before the sting melted away into pleasure as he pumped in and out of you. "All fucking mine..."

Holding back every last little noise, you didn't want to risk opening your mouth to speak. You bucked into the palm of his hand eagerly, beckoning him to continue, craving the full feeling of being stuffed with him.

Luckily for you, Leon was equally as anxious to get to the good part. He brought his hands away from you just long enough to unbuckle his belt and free his hard, weeping cock, flipping your dress up over the curve of your spine before he drove hungrily into your dripping pussy.

You couldn't stay quiet anymore. Your jaw dropped open with a high whine as you drove your hips back, pushing yourself back up against him until he was buried inside you as deeply as he could go. The palm of his hand quickly found your stomach again as he began pounding into you, the sound of skin on skin flooding the otherwise silent garden.

You mewled breathlessly, steadying yourself against the placard as your vision went blurry with need. "D-Daddy--"

"I've got you, pretty baby," He grunted into your ear, putting just enough pressure on your stomach to allow the both of you to more intensely feel the way he fucked into you. "My girl... my fuckin' girl. You're gonna be the prettiest mommy in the whole world, you know that? I'm gonna knock you up over and over and over again until you can't fucking stand it anymore, until you're begging me to stop..."

A deep shiver rolled over your body, fanning the flame that was growing inside you. You couldn't just feel how wet you were, you could hear it with every meeting of Leon's hips against your ass. You cried out an unintelligible string of curses and repeats of his name as a bead of your own arousal ran down the inside of your thigh.

"That's it, you like that, don't you, princess? My perfect little dolly, taking everything I give you and loving every second of it," He continued, littering your throat with bites and wet kisses as he spoke. "Gonna make you my wife and fuck you full of my babies and you're gonna love it. I can't wait until you start showing... then everyone will know you're mine."

The hand that was holding your hip just a second ago ghosted over your stomach and down between your legs, the pads of his fingers quickly finding your pearl. Your knees buckled a little as he began toying with you, rubbing in circles with various applications of pressure and speed until you were clenching around him, sucking his cock deeply into you until you could feel the swollen head of him knocking against your cervix. Tears welled up in your eyes as the pleasure continued to build and build and build in your core, each and every snap of his hips nudging you closer and closer to the edge.

If his words were true-- and you had a feeling he was serious about what he'd said-- then perhaps the future ahead of you wasn't so grim. He'd well and truly claimed you and as wrong as you knew it was, you felt electric, babbling and crying out in pleasured whines as he fucked you in broad daylight. You found yourself thinking that maybe you could get used to this.

Leon's teeth sank into your shoulder as your walls pulsed around him, tears spilling out over your cheeks as your vision went white and you soaked his cock with your release. Only seconds later you felt him shudder behind you as he buried himself into you down to the hilt and stuffed you full of his load.

He was whispering sweet little praises in your ear of a job well done while you floated back down to Earth, your vision clearing up again with time as you both caught your breath. He stayed inside you for now, pressing gentle kisses over the bite marks on your neck and shoulder. Once the world around you was in color again, everything just a little more vibrant to you now, your eyes focused on the placard you were perched on.

Dicentra, known as "bleeding hearts," are native to eastern Asia and North America. Part of the poppy family, these unique plants bloom in the Spring with pink and white heart-shaped flowers.

Bleeding hearts are said to symbolize unconditional love, but also heartbreak and sadness.

You didn't have time to digest the irony of that as your attention was pulled back to the matter at hand-- Leon slowly pulled out of you, cum leaking from your spent hole as he fixed your panties and dress. He buttoned his jeans and fastened his belt again, holding out his hand for you to take, a smug smile on his face as he asked, "Wanna look around some more?"

It took you a second to register his words, but finally you nodded, smoothing your dress down over your thighs before taking his hand, allowing him to lead you out of the little tunnel of bleeding hearts. It was hard to pretend like your legs weren't wobbly, and even harder to act like you couldn't feel the sticky pool of warm cum growing in the seat of your panties with every shaky step you took.

It was a lovely afternoon. The two of you enjoyed the serenity and color of the garden for another hour or so before deciding to call it a day.

Leon was feeling pretty proud of himself as you drifted into a content nap during the commute home. Looks like he'd pulled you out of that slump.

#venustext #sintext #yandere!leon kennedy #something permanent #resident evil #leon kennedy #dark!leon kennedy #yandere!leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #dark!leon kennedy x reader #dead dove do not eat

[privitivium]

hii, hope ure doing alright. could u do a bully yan who’s like trying to deny their feelings for reader but can’t help but feel so desperate for them. maybe make it dark?

sure pal. i love yandere bullies/delinquents.... hooray! sorry for any mistakes :3 request more bully/delinquent stuff its my favorite !!!! Mwah!!! edited the tags! thanks anon!!

domtop yandere bully x subbot loner reader!

both amab! cw;; degredation, noncon - drugging, hints of stalking, perverted thoughts in general... mentions of spreading nudes but nothing is spread besides cheeks

he couldn't stand you. simply put! you fucking disgusted him. what's your problem, acting all haughty (ㅡshy) and disgusted (ㅡanxious) everytime he tries to talk to you-? it cant be because he teases you - it's friendly teasing! - you ruin everything with your sensitivity. it's your own fault that he fucks with you. trying so hard to get you to be isolated so that no one would wanna be your friend - leaving you all by your lonesome for him to swoop by and pick you up like a prince charming... that will never happen. you'd like that though, right? ㅡ you get all flustered to the point where you cant even talk when he's apprehending you and fucking with you. torturing you... pulling at your clothes, flicking you, gripping your bicep a little too hard to leave bruises but not yet outwardly fucking you up... can't you commend him for that?

knee bouncing at a rapid pace as he sits at his desk a few rows from yours - trying so hard to ignore your soft laughter, sitting with some guy... you were both so painfully idiot loser nerds. it only makes sense that you would try to befriend someone as pathetic as you, huh?! gritting his teeth, hands over his ears - fidgeting in place. trying to resist the urge to stand up and toss his desk at you. what an embarrassment, letting himself think this way about some fucking nobody?!?! he hates it. he doesn't even like you. he hates it!!

ㅡhates the way he thinks about your... disgusting body and what your... fingers would feel like in his mouth... what his dick would feel like all snug inside you... h-how your... chest would feel... under his fingertips... his heart aching painfully in his chest at the horrible thoughts in his mind, feeling breathless as he holds his arms crossed over his front in attempts to comfort himself - glaring at you from afar as you sit, undisturbed and obviously enjoying the time he spends away from you.

gods, you're horrible. someone needs to teach you a lesson on how to not affect peoples thoughts... hn. isn't that right? shaking a pill bottle in hand faintly as he watches you slink in the direction of your home after a rough day of not picking on you - he knew your guardians work schedule this week, so of course ... this would be such a fine night to show you who's boss, huh? of course you don't get a say in this, disgusting freak. waiting til dawn before lurking around your neighborhood. you weren't one to hangout with anybody, nor go anywhere. you were too... nervous for any of that stuff... the thought of it makes him all giddy - for you to depend on him?! sloppily tattooed hand itching to be shoved down the front of his pants and paint your window white-!

entering your home was so damn easy too - it's like you knew what he was doing and wanted this to happen? keeping the spare key under a plethora of rocks near the front door - it was tedious having to look for it at first, but he's sure he'll get his good karma...

all the lights were off and it wasn't as hard as he thought to navigate through the darkness of your house... nearly giggling to himself as he opens the door to your room, there you lay, sleeping in your bed against the wall. nearing your unconscious form.. dick spraining against his jeans about the thoughts of what he'll finally fucking do to youㅡgods, it felt so good... to be able to touch you like this in the comfort of your own room. i mean, yeah, you were crying and struggling now, but... you kinda dont matter right now... climbing over you, so heavy-! holding you down... your struggling and crying out form - shhh... slapping his hand over your mouth and forcing a pill down your throat - the painful ache of tears striking your eyes and gagging on his fingers made you all the more disgusted with yourself.

ㅡenough of all that "how did you get inside my house?" nonsense... you're kinda ruining the mood. he's kidding, he really likes when you cry. lifting his fingers to your eyes - you jerk your head away, chest heaving and nearly pissing your pants at the reality of your bully inside your bedroomㅡyou were just trying to sleep; heart pounding against your ribcage and feeling nauseous and weak - what the fuck did you swallow? you're all... fucked up. lazy and slow... but blood shoots to your cock as though you took some kind of nyquil and you're heaving, trying so hard to form a coherent sentence;; "ㅡi don't... don't touch me... f-fuck, please, ple-ease.." you were so scared of him... don't worry, silly...

he laughs, shrugging off his jacket and kicking off his shoes - having come off of you... knowing you didnt have the strength to run. "shut up, will you? youre always so damn whiny..." he huffs in a mildly humorous tone, before yanking the blanket off your body... your pitiful frame jolting in surprise, but not doing much else besides laying there with an aching tent pitched in your stupid ass pajama pants...

the blanket discarded on the floor - lamp turned on dimly - and he resumes his position so eagerly hunched over you, taking in your flushed form in the dim lighting. shoving your shirt up and yanking your pants - boxers down to your knees, sleeping in clothes instead of in boxers like a normal person? youre so weird... planting sloppy, messy kisses all over your naked chest as you whine and whimper like a damn injured little dog - as he humps into your thigh and nearly cumming as he sucks on your hard little nipple - feeling the bud react to his elicit licking... mmfgh. your cock... so pretty.. flushed with neediness and leaking against his clothes. he's never going to wash these clothes...

ㅡ"don't... don' wantt this. theyre gonna come home... n' ur gonna be all .. in trouble..." complaining in a slurring voice... ur so silly. he cant get enough of you.

"why's your dick all hard? it should be soft if you really dont want this, no?" he snickers as he sits up - glancing down at the mess all over his front as you whine from loss of contact. "stupid fucking idiot... so damn irritating. acting like you don't fucking want this when you parade around the halls - acting so shy... hn."

taking the time to slide two digits up your erected dick... the feeling of his fingers along your prick sends electricity up your spine, butterflies swarming your tummy and you faintly fear you were going to throw up on him in such an embarrassing moment - you shake your head weakly, drool dribbling passed your chin which you try to wipe away, he didnt find the use in restraining you, being much stronger than you anyway - "nn-nuh uh.. i don't.." your trembling hands going to grip his wrist to try and tug him away... him, easily shaking away your hands from his... not that he really minded at all - you were a weak little thing, and he didnt mind being touched. what a sight! you, all for him... nearly sobbing... so cute. he cant help himself... dick aching, still snug in his boxers..

"does it hurt?" trailing his hand down your bitten, hickey-ridden chest - grinning softly at your whimper, feeling his face set aflame at your little noises and the mere feeling of you underneath his fingertipsㅡ"n-no..." you answer, voice choked up and breathless as though you've been doing all the heavy lifting.. so typicalㅡ"it will," he murmurs, without elaborating. reveling in your mild surprise - it's the best you can show while fucked out. he's sure to make you feel so good that you won't tell. you won't right?? of course not! fingerfucking you, cooing at you for being a stupid little whore sucking his fingers in your "tight little hole" before he has the gall to shove his much fatter cock inside you... wanting you to feel the sting of your walls stretched further - feel the fucking pain!

fucking you into your bed - ignoring your mute crying and whining as it only fueled him, fingers slick in his cum shoved in your mouth - telling you he was recording, but there was no phone nor camera placed... he just liked the feeling of your hole clamping down on his meaty cock in fright.. squirming against his bulky body. so futile, ur not going anywhere silly... nor are you telling anyone! he's gonna blackmail you, show everyone how much you love your big body bully thrusting his prick in your lazily stretched hole. it's shown all over your face... lips parted and drooling on your pillow, tears sliding down your cheeks, eyes rolled back and gasping every time his hips slap into yours.

he.. loves taking pictures of you while in this vulnerable state... for safekeeping, he pets your cheek. he'd love to see that embarrassed face, flushed with tears and hunched over in a pathetic form of cowering if he were to spread them all over the school... but they were his pictures. only for him to ogle at and to use for masturbating. his!! but oh... he... wants to see the fear in your eyes seeing your "friends" laughing at your whorish body messy with cum with a cock limp and leaking in-between your pretty thighs... but no! that's his cock to look at !!! augh, the dilemma..

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[littleoanh]

Hiii may i ask if u can write a kakucho fic like how you write about ran and i’m really obsessed with it! LOVE your writing style. Can you make one about a yandere y/n joining bonten because of how strong and reliable u are and kaku being inlove with u the moment u walked in to the room when mikey introduced u.. and ran having crush on u as well and tries to make u his but y/n only has eyes for kaku kun🥰🥰🥰 they end up together ofc✨✨

A/N: Hello Anon! Thank you for your kind words <3 At the moment, I am busy with my current writing projects BUTTTT this is such an interesting idea that my brain came up with a story :D. I haven’t written a yandere theme reader before, hopefully I represent [Y/n] well! 

You Belong with Me

Characters: Bonten!Kakucho x Yan!Reader (G/N, no pronouns)

Warnings: Dark Content [MDNI, 18+ ONLY], cursing, violence (threats, kicking, stepping, blood, severed finger, fighting, breaking bones), love at first sight, brief mentions of Izana (possibly manga spoilers?), yandere reader, stalking, obsession and unrequited feelings (not Kakucho). 

Special Thanks: My Editor Bestie (EB) for proofreading and being my beta reader.

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[Photos for banner is by Satushi Icon from Facebook]

“Does anybody know what this impromptu meeting is about?” Mochi asks once the executives are seated. Everyone received an early morning message from Mikey to be in the conference room at exactly 8 AM. Did someone fuck up a mission or was there another traitor in the organization? Whatever it is, this meeting might not be good.

No one seems to know what this is about, but the chattering stops when Mikey’s commanding presence appears in the conference room. “I have an announcement to make.” Everyone closely pays attention to Mikey’s words. “We have a new executive on the team that is joining today.” Their eyes widened, why did Mikey suddenly recruit a new executive? Were they not up to Mikey’s standards? No, that can’t be it because they would all be dead by now if that’s true. This new executive must’ve done something that caught Mikey’s interest. He is not an easily impressed person. Then there are firm knocks on the door, “Enter.” 

The doors open, everyone glues their eyes to see who this new executive is. The clacking of your shoes echoes the room, however there is one executive who’s heart is racing… Kakucho. The moment he lays his eyes on you, it feels as though he is in a beautiful daydream. The way you stride into the room with such confidence and gracefulness, your appearance is refined but most of all, it is your eyes. When you meet his gaze, there’s fire in them that ignites the burning flames in his heart. He’s not one to believe in love at first sight, but you are the first to change his beliefs. 

What Kakucho fails to notice is that his fellow executive, Ran shares the same interest. Though his feelings are not quite as strong as Kakucho, but he is captivated by you. Your perfect features and fortitude makes him want to ruin you. It’s been awhile since someone caught his attention, he’s got to have you and put another notch on his bedpost. 

You stand next to Mikey with a levelheaded attitude and break into a charming smile. “This is [Y/n] [L/n].” Mikey continues your introduction, Kakucho thought it a heavenly name. “You guys can introduce yourselves later, we still have that contract we need Ryosuke to sign.” Mikey’s black orbs land on Kakucho, “Kakucho, take [Y/n] and Ran with you and make sure to get him to sign it. I don’t care what it takes.” 

“Yes, Mikey.” Kakucho is discreetly excited he has first dibs to be working with you even though Ran is tagging along. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” Your voice is like music to his ears. “We’ll make sure to get him to sign that contract this time.” Your self reliant attitude makes Kakucho feel like he can do anything.

“Can’t wait to see what you can do, [Y/n] chan.” Ran’s playful lazy smirk appears as he stands up with Kakucho and is ready to meet Ryosuke again. Last night's meeting didn’t go well and Ryosuke refused to cooperate. 

“I’m sure my actions will speak louder than my words.” You match his playfulness, Ran is determined to make you his. You will be so much fun to play with. The three of you take the elevator down to the lobby and find the usual security guards to have bruises on their faces. Kakucho and Ran thought it was strange because they didn’t have those bruises when they came into the conference room earlier. 

In the car ride, Kakucho feels a bit left out as you and Ran are having an easy going conversation. He wants to say something to get your attention too but he’s afraid his shyness would make him stutter or say something idiotic. He wants to show you he’s easy to talk to as well. But your radiating presence makes it difficult for him to speak. This is the only moment he would ever feel jealous of Ran. 

“So [Y/n] chan,” Ran takes his downturned eyes off the road to take a side glance, “how did you impress Mikey into making you one of the executives?” Kakucho looks into the rearview mirror, he is too wondering what you did to impress him. There has to be a reason why Mikey chose you.

A sly smile spreads across your plump lips, “Now now, that’s between me and Mikey. If you really want to know, why don’t you ask him?” Ran scoffs, Mikey is full of secrets and will never utter a word about anything. 

Ran pulls into the parking lot of the club Ryosuke owns, the three of you step out of his car and approach the entrance. The security guard sees the Bonten tattoo on Ran’s neck and immediately notify you that Ryosuke is not in the club. Before Kakucho or Ran can say anything, you knock the security guard down and step on his back, digging your heel into his lower back. He is screaming in pain as you shove the side of his face into the pavement. Kakucho’s heart beat is pounding, now he understands why Mikey chose you.

You are so strong and ruthless. Your swift movements are exhilarating and almost majestic. Your hair even reminds him of his old king, Izana Kurokawa. No wonder, he was instantly in love with you. You are similar to him.

“Tell me where the fuck he is.” Your tone changes, sending shivers down the security guard’s spine. Even the look in your eyes has altered. “For every minute you don’t talk, I will break every bone in your spine until you become a useless piece of shit.” The heel of your shoe is dangerously about to break a bone. “I suggest for you to start talking while I am feeling generous.” The security guard blabbers about Ryosuke's location. “Wow,” Your eyes widened in amazement, “you are the worst security guard ever. You should really consider finding another job.” Ran is barking in laughter, you step on his face before heading back to Ran’s car to go to Ryosuke’s real location. 

“That was amazing, [Y/n] chan!” Ran is showering you with compliments while Kakucho quietly praises you for your quick thinking. He wasn’t sure if you even heard him but then he feels your eyes on him and he makes eye contact with you.

Your soft smile and adoring eyes set his heart ablaze, “Thanks, Kaku kun.” Kakucho’s cheeks are blushing, he wasn’t expecting you to give him a nickname, let alone what he had praised you for. He hopes you continue to call him that. 

When you three find Ryosuke’s real location, Ryosuke sets out his men to ambush you three. What a pathetic fucker, who does he think he is to do a surprise attack on Bonten? You and Kakucho have the same stamina and brute strength. The way you fight is an art form, like you’re performing a classical ballet. Kakucho’s mind is occupied with thoughts of you that one of Ryosuke’s men almost hit him in a blind spot. You quickly threw yourself in front of him and took a hard blow that almost knocked the wind out of you.

“[Y/n]!” Kakucho’s chest is aching, how could you have protected him? He should be the one protecting you. He wants to repent for letting you take a hit for him.

“Don’t worry about me.” You still have your fighting spirit, you spit out the blood from your cut lip, “Get to Ryosuke! I got your back!” Kakucho will not let your determination go to waste, his anger fuels his brute strength and fights on while you defend him from behind. You, Kakucho and Ran caught up with Ryosuke and Kakucho seized him. Ran talks to him into signing the contract, initially he refuses until you step on his bloody hand possibly breaking it and he screams in agony. “Yes, scream louder.” Your crazed eyes dilated from adrenaline, “That’s okay if you don’t want to sign it, I will make you sing instead.” You are about to step on his other hand and he sputters to sign the contract. “Geez, should’ve done it sooner instead of hiding like a goddamn coward.” You still have the heel of your shoe on his bloody hand to ensure he would use his other free hand to sign it.

“Thank you!” Your beaming smile brightens the bloody scene and you release his hand from your heel, “A pleasure to be doing business with you, Ryosuke!” Ran and Kakucho are enamored by you. They started walking off but you haven’t moved from your spot.

“[Y/n]?” Kakucho is confused and worried about why you are not following along, “What are you doing? Let’s go.” 

“Go on, first.” Your velvety tone sounds so honeyed to Kakucho’s ears, “I just want to have one quick word with him.” Kakucho and Ran take a glance at each other wondering if they should leave you alone with him.

“Ran, go to the car first. I’ll stay here with [Y/n].” Kakucho doesn’t want to leave you, he has to make sure you are okay. You are still injured and he refuses to let anyone take advantage of you. Even if your same stamina and brute strength matches his. He doesn’t want the love of his life to be in harm’s way. 

“Don’t be silly, Kaku kun!” You playfully dismiss his kindness. “I won’t be too long, I promise.” Your soft expression is hard for him to say no to you. Why do you have to look at him like that? 

“If you are not back by 3 minutes, I’m coming back for you.” Kakucho makes this promise to you and you nod enthusiastically. 

“I’ll be back by then.” Kakucho and Ran reluctantly leave you behind, once they are out of earshot. Your demeanor changes into a dangerous and violent aura. Ryosuke knew he was fucked. You smash your shoe into his face and he groans in pain. You continue to kick him, releasing your anger, “You fuckin piece of shit! This is for running away like a stupid fuckin coward.” Each kick is harder than the last, “This is for one of your men almost hurting my Kaku. And this is for having my lip cut on my first day of work.” You did a finishing blow on his ribcage, breaking his lower ribs. “If you pull another stupid fuckin stunt like that,” You yank his hair and pull closer to your face, “I will kill you.” Your crazed eyes scared the shit out of him. You release his greasy hair and wipe your hand on his shirt and start walking back to the car before Kakucho comes looking for you.

“Wai-wait.” Ryosuke weakly calls out to you, you stop but not turn around. “Wha-what about my finger?” Your shoulders start shaking and let out a joyous laughter echoing the warehouse. Then you finally turn your face with an enchanting smile that easily masks your psychopathic personality. 

“You really think you deserve your finger back?” He lets out a gasp, how could someone who looks normal as you be a maniac. “Just kidding!” You laugh that is almost childlike again, “Your finger is left with that security guard of yours at your club.” Then you tilt your head to the side with a cute thinking face, “Though I didn’t ice it. So you may not be able to get it reattached. You might want to hurry!” You continue to amble your way out of the warehouse. 

When you step outside, you find Kakucho pacing around Ran’s car with a worried expression. How cute, your heart swells with so much love. He stops when he sees you approaching and he meets you halfway. “Are you okay?” He couldn’t help but to cup your cheek and look at the cut on your lip.

“Of course, Kaku kun.” You wish he didn’t have to see you like this. “I am really fine.” You collectively reassure his worries. “Now, let’s go back and show Mikey the signed contract!” You smile, though you can feel the burning cut by smiling. 

The ride back to Bonten's Headquarter, Ran is openly flirting with you in front of Kakucho. Though he doesn’t like how forward Ran is, he feels like you and him have a connection. Maybe you feel the same way as he does (maybe not as strongly as him). When Ran parks his car in the private underground parking lot, he tries to be all touchy with you.

“Come on, [Y/n] channnnn!” Ran cutely calls your name and opens up his arms, “Let me carry your injured body into the building.” 

“My legs can still walk, there’s no need to carry me.” You brush off Ran’s offer, but he persistently wants to touch you in some way. His hand touches your lower back, dangerously close to your ass. 

“Don’t be shy,” Ran leans forward and talking huskily into your ear, “I promise I will take care of you.” Kakucho is fuming, how dare Ran touch you so vulgarly. You should be treated with respect and be cherished. He is about to step in to pry Ran’s grabby hand off of you but you beat him to it. 

“Now now, Ran.” Your voice is sickeningly sweet but that thin smile of yours is not to be messed with, ”It’s impolite to touch someone without their consent.” You strongly take his hand off of you. “One might accidentally break these pretty hands of yours one day.” Ran’s eyes widens in surprise but quickly recompose himself by laughing. 

After showing Mikey the signed contract, he nods in approval knowing that this would have been resolved today. Sanzu, Rin, Koko, and Mochi interrogate Ran and Kakucho about how you were on the mission today. Ran is singing you praises while Kakucho watches you disappear into your new assigned office. Fortunately it is next to Kakucho’s. He walks out of the conversation to check in on you.

“Ahh!” He hears you hiss, Kakucho looks inside to see you are dabbing a cotton ball on your cut lip while looking in the mirror. He saunters into your office without you noticing and takes the cotton ball from you. “Kaku kun?” You are a bit flustered to see him.

“Let me help.” Kakucho gently cups your soft cheek then leans forward to clean your cut lip. Your fiery eyes make him feel nervous, but he mustn’t let you know that. He focuses on how pretty your lips are even if there is a cut. Kakucho wonders what kind of kisser you would be. Would you be shy or passionate? Next he notices your scent is pleasant and calming, if he could he would nuzzle his face into your neck. His eyes trail back to your eyes again, they are so daring. He should say something, “I’m sorry you got hurt because of my carelessness.” Your eyes widened in surprise.

“There’s no need for you to apologize.” You shake your hands to reassure him that you were not angry with him. “As long as you are okay, that’s all that matters to me.” How are you so selfless? 

“I should look out for you, not the other way round.” His soft smile appears and cheeks are lightly tinted, “But thank you.” Your cheeks are also blushing, how is this man so adorable?

“You’re welcome.” You two share a quiet intimate moment while he cleans your lip. This feels right, being with you brings Kakucho some light in this darkness. He has been stuck in the shroud of blackness after Izana’s death. Kakucho feels he has no purpose and is just letting life pass by. Your glowing aura has broken through and he needs you to stay with him. He vows to protect you and refuses to let anything happen to you.

“Done.” Kakucho carefully tosses the bloody cotton ball into your trash can.

“Thank you.” You both stand there, admiring each other and Kakucho bravely breaks the silence, wanting to be the first to ask you out.

“Do you want to go out?” Your eyes dilated, he wasn’t sure if your reaction was a good thing and continued to ramble while averting his gaze, “I-I mean, to have lunch. You know, since it’s uh lunch time. I’m-I’m sure you are hungry from all that fighting. You don’t have to if you don’t-” You gently place your hand on Kakucho’s cheek for him to look at you again.

“I would love to go out with you, Kaku kun.” His chest feels light and easy, “Do you want to go to XX?” Kakucho is surprised that you suggested his favorite place.

“Sure, I’ll drive us.” Kakucho is discreetly elated to go out on a date with you and so quickly. Maybe soon, he will be able to confess his love for you. In your mind, you feel all your hard work has finally paid off…

What Kakucho didn’t know is that you had been stalking him for about 6 months. You’ve happened to cross paths in a passing glance. He didn’t notice you, but you obviously did. You thought he was the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on. Without realizing, you secretly started to follow him. You’ve learned he was from a dangerous crime organization called Bonten and he is no. 3. You needed to be closer to him somehow, you felt compelled to get stronger. You’ve watched him train at a gym, finding out his favorite food, what his hobbies are, where he lived, and you learned about his respect for his old leader, Izana Kurokawa. During those 6 months, you changed your hair color to match Izana’s hair color and trained yourself to become stronger, ruthless, and to show no mercy when you fight. 

Last night, you discreetly followed Kakucho and Kokonoi to Ryosuke’s club. You overheard their private conversation and found out Ryosuke refused to sign the contract. Kokonoi was frustrated and Kakucho tried to persuade him but Ryosuke didn’t give in. Your hand turned white as you clenched your fist. How dare Ryosuke refuse Kakucho’s offer. He should be grateful Kakucho would even talk to this fucker. Once you saw Kakucho out of sight, your legs began to move to the VIP section and approach Ryosuke. 

Your alluring presence didn’t raise any red flags and you charmed him enough to be invited into his booth. When you had the chance, you tugged his hair and slammed his face into the glass table several times. His guards raised their guns at you and you grabbed a big glass shard threatening to cut Ryosuke’s throat if they pulled the trigger. Ryosuke asked what you wanted from him, you demanded him to agree to sign that contract from Bonten. He couldn’t understand why you wanted him to do that and so you used the glass shard to cut one of his fingers. He was screaming in agony, the guards were in shock and didn’t know what to do. You threaten to cut more of his fingers if he doesn’t reach out to Bonten. He swore that he would call Bonten to sign the contract. 

You told Ryosuke if doesn’t sign, you would break more of his useless fat fingers. As a safety deposit, you kept his finger and if he less incompetent, maybe he'll be able to get it reattached. When you left the VIP section with his bloody chubby finger, you felt someone was following you. This was a strange feeling. You were never the one to be stalked. You led your stalker to an abandoned arcade and your stalker revealed himself to be Mikey. 

“You’re … you’re Manjiro Sano.” You never thought to be face to face with the man himself. For as long as you stalked Kakucho, you were well aware how intimidating this man is. You knew how strong Mikey was and you know your own limits. You would never win a fight against him. You felt a bit nervous, was he angry that you interfered with Ryosuke? You couldn’t tell from his empty dark pupils.

“What is your goal?” Mikey questioned you and took a seat on one of the stools. “You have been following Kakucho’s tail for quite some time. Why would someone like you get involved with us?” He also couldn’t get a read on you either, you appeared to be ordinary.

“To be closer to Kakucho.” You brazenly answer him, you knew better to tell him the truth. “I will do anything for Kakucho and make him be one of your top men. Whatever is important to him, it is important to me too.” Mikey’s eyes narrowed.

“You would blindly follow his path? That’s stupid of you.”

“I could say the same for your right hand man, Sanzu. Yet you let him stay by your side.” Mikey’s eyes were no longer narrowed, “I am infatuated with Kakucho, I would do anything to be with him. If you want, I can cut my own finger to prove my loyalty to him and a promise that I won’t get in Bonten’s way.” Mikey remained quiet, you were not sure what was on his mind.

“It would be a waste.” Your eyes widened, you weren’t sure if cutting your own finger would be a waste or you are a waste of his time and he'll just kill you on the spot. “If you want to be by his side, you should be part of my executive team.” Your ears were ringing, you weren’t sure if you heard him right. “Your strength and ruthlessness reminds me of my brother.” From what you learned from Kakucho, Izana is Mikey’s half brother (well not by blood). “Based on how you handled Ryosuke, I could tell you are reliable too.” You couldn’t believe Mikey was actually praising you. If you impressed Mikey, would Kakucho be impressed too? “Come join my team.” He extended his thin arm out for you to take his offer. 

“If I join… will you tell Kakucho about my feelings?” You didn’t want Mikey to tell Kakucho about your stalking and obsession with him. 

“As long as your feelings for Kakucho do not bring him in any harm’s way, it’s none of my business.” You let out a sigh of relief, then you extended your arm out to shake his hand. Based on the handshake, you could feel Mikey’s power. It is no wonder he is one of the most notorious crime leaders in Japan. “Welcome to Bonten. Come meet me at the Headquarters at 7:45 and get yourself situated.” 

You couldn’t sleep that night, you were too excited to finally be in the same presence as Kakucho. He will finally notice you and you need to make him yours. The following morning, you walked into Bonten’s Headquarters with light footsteps until the security guards stopped you. You looked like a normal citizen, what business could you possibly have with Bonten? You were not going to let them ruin your day. You’ve beaten their faces until Mikey showed up and you stopped. Mikey informed the security guards you were the new executive for Bonten. 

Mikey led you to his office telling you Ryosuke did reach out and offered to sign the contract. He planned for you to go on your first mission with Kakucho but also having Ran Haitani to tag along. You don't care as long as you can be with Kakucho. Mikey informed you to wait outside of the conference room for about 5 minutes before knocking to come into the conference. Your heart is rapidly beating, you made sure your clothes are in order and that you would make a good first impression for Kakucho. When you heard Mikey tell you to enter, you walked into the conference room and your eyes met. You saw the look in his eyes that he was intrigued by you. 

You belong with me, Kakucho.

[End]

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[itoshi-s]

✧.* this blog posts mainly nsfw and dark content. this includes: incest/stepcest, yandere, cnc/dubcon, coercion, misuse of power, etc. if you’re uncomfortable with any of these, i try to include every possible trigger into the cw so that u know which post to ignore! if you have anything against this kind of content - just block n scroll !

✧.* therefore, DO NOT INTERACT WITH OR FOLLOW THIS BLOG if you’re under the age of 18 !!! previously i did allow 17 year olds to follow/interact so if you joined me out here back then - it’s fine ! but if you’re a new potential follower, please respect this boundary and dni <3

✧.*  the same applies to ageless or blank blogs (blank=no header, pfp, or any posts whatsoever). if you’re not comfortable putting your age out here — i get it, but that doesn’t make me any less uncomfortable to have u follow me. if you’re a blank blog, you are also getting blocked — simply because i cant tell whether you’re a bot or not.

✧.* please don’t spam like - there is a difference between liking up to several posts while reading thru all of my works,, but it is clear when u bookmark without even fully reading the posts :( it might get me shadowbanned and u best believe if it happens, u will not see me on this blog again lol

✧.* don’t direct message me unless we’re mutuals - i’m up to talk with all of u guys but i’d rather do it thru asks than in the dms ! if we’re moots - feel free to hit me up!! beware tho bc i will keep sending u all of ur favs lol

✧.* i don’t take requests as of now, BUT i am always v happy to receive random thoughts/ideas/thirsts !!!

✧.*  don’t send overly detailed thirsts for characters not mentioned in this post ! i usually like to add a few of my own thoughts to your asks and expand on them,, but it is extra challenging with charas that i am not that interested in - and i don’t ever want to give u an half assed reply! the list is updated frequently and reblogged with each change, so be on the look out ! („• ᴗ •„)

✧.* i am very guilty of ask hoarding !!! if your ask/thirst hasn’t been answered yet, there’s a 90% chance i am keeping it in my drafts to elaborate on later :,) it does take me a bit of time though bc i need to get into the right vibe sometimes - but fret not i am not ignoring u ! be on the look out <3

✧.* don’t send me asks/thirsts that you’ve been sending to different content creators as well !! ik sometimes the urge to read something gets unbearable lol but it does make me fairly uncomfy ! ofc it’s ok if it’s a general idea - but sending a v detailed ask word for word to various users will most probably end up w ur ask being deleted on my behalf :( chances are if the other user is a mutual of mine/i follow them and i like the idea,, i will end up reblogging it and expanding it a lil in the tags anyway !

ꜰᴀᴠ ᴋɪɴᴋ ʟɪꜱᴛ / ʜᴀʀᴅ ɴᴏ'ꜱ - a short list of my fav kinks to write and that u will most likely be seeing in loads of my works, and then again, a list of some that i will never get around doing </3

favs; choking/asphyxia/breathplay, incest/stepcest (step siblings mostly but step daddy’s fine as well), cnc/dubcon, spitplay, cumplay !

hard no’s; scat/vomit, gore/hardcore body horror, vore, mommy kink, hardcore ddlg/age regression/abdl !

#✧.* rules #like if u read n to get a big smooch

[starleska]

hi hi hi!! don't worry about taking a bit to respond- i got sick earlier this week which is why i didn't send in anything else for a bit either ^^!! and i am glad to see you back after taking a bit of a break, i hope things will contine uphill from here <3!! lastly i hope i didn't make you uncomfy sending you a dm, but it was the only way i could send a clip of the king candy video TT!! either way, would love to hear ur thoughts on his voice HAHA

capitalists hitting different <33 i have an unhealthy amount of ideas about flintheart glomgold, funniest part being is that he's still completely insufferable and also a total creep LMAO gyro gearloose is soooo gooood though, very valid taste! he's just so MEAN and i get that that's the point but STILL HAHAHAHHAHA u should totally rewatch it it's soooo much fun!!! and lemme know if/when you do :')!

!! the dark path you mention is so interesting!!! the losing touch with their sanity part oooo… i think king candy actually wouldn't feel as bad about being the cause of that because it's making you pay more attention to him :')! and especially when you look up things online and you just can't find ANYTHING about this guy ANYWHERE no matter how hard you look, it just kind of pushes you deeper down the rabbithole- and just weekly visits turning into daily and <33 im thinking of you somehow hiding (maybe in the bathroom or something?) and so staying behind closing hours and actually being able to see characters doing Closing Hours things and you just become convinced you've completely lost it LMAO would give u the opportunity to have a direct conversation with him though! if i do end up making a b log i will let you know :') im a bit nervous to cuz when i look in selfship tags i mostly see really sweet n wholesome stuff while i quite have a preference for yandere and stuff like it haha

it's just because i loved the original so much that i was disappointed in the sequel </3!! oh well, that's how it often is. im kinda hoping we'll see some of the characters in something like the new dreamlight valley game cuz i think sugar rush's natural environment would be pretty cool to see in there :')

i'm just glad you've been enjoying chatting <33!! awww you don't have to apologise for being a monolingual /lh HAHA i'm also just a person that's particularly fascinated with linguistics and languages, considering im studying stuff like that n wanna do a master in professional translation lolol again, would love to hear ur thoughts on it! the translation is pretty faithful so i don't have much to say abt that specifically - sweet anon

aww noo!! i'm so sorry you were sick sweet anon, are you feeling better now? 💔 and thank you very much - i desperately needed that break and am doing much better now, thank you 💖 i know we've chatted since you sent this ask but please know i'm never comfy with DMs! as long as they're not like…hateful or overly familiar, i'll always let you know if i'm uncomfortable 😂 his voice is wonderful!!

you get it!! i'm always down to hear about terrible capitalists, especially when they're extra creepy 😉 GOD thank you for not judging me…i think my tastes have gotten a little more unconventional over the years, but Gyro's a classic dreadful nerd 🥰

aww yes yes yes!!! you slowly losing contact with your real life and becoming totally immersed in the game, people irl are wondering what's happened to you, and you feel like you need to get help…ahh, i get what you mean about being nervous!! i'm quite picky with who i engage with in the selfship fandom because there can be a lot of aggression over what people enjoy. i'm a big yandere fan myself, and need you to know there's no judgement here!! just have fun 🥰

i'll finish off the rest of the ask in DMs!! thanks so much for sending this in, it's very sweet of you - no pun intended 😭😭

#starleskasks

[6gumi]

੭ ˚ ROYAL SECRETS WITHIN THE HOUSE OF OMERTA.

⊹ --- BEFORE ENTERING THE HOUSE OF OMERTA.

𖤐 like i’ve stated multiple times, my blog is an nsfw + dark content blog. (also sfw) meaning minors + ageless blogs get the hell out !! <3 + you must have your age somewhere on ur acc to indicate that you aren’t a minor !!

𖤐 i talk A LOT. whether it’s about school, random interests, just plain stupid and boring shit, etc! please keep this in mind when following n interacting w me, as i am very talkative at times

𖤐 i often use petnames for both anons n my precious lil mutuals <3 so if you are one of my mutuals n uncomfy w it . . please do lmk ! other than that, keep that fact in mind !

𖤐 please do not spam like my posts otherwise you’ll get blocked. sorry not sorry. (5x in a row without reblogging or commenting), do not bring discourse here, most importantly do not bother sending hate asks. it will be deleted.

𖤐 you can most definitely send an ask to be mutuals and i’ll check your page just in case! but please do not be forceful w me when asking.

𖤐 i’m a little slow n stupid, if you want to break the mutual or i make you uncomfortable please feel free to hard-block me. i’m slow n i can’t tell if i’ve been soft blocked, so please feel free 2 hard-block me so we don’t make things awkward between the both of us

𖤐 i age up some of the characters i write for. if that doesn’t satisfy you, then don’t interact with my blog completely and just block me

𖤐 like i said, there are times where i post leaks, spoilers, blah blah n all that other crap, so be cautious about that

𖤐 i can guarantee that i have a very broken posting schedule, so requests may not be done immediately as sometimes i get overwhelmed. so, please don’t take it the wrong way when you see that i haven’t fulfilled your request yet. i just have a very unstable posting schedule ! keep that in mind but i will try my very best to do your requests + thirsts !

𖤐 english is not my first language so sometimes my grammar can be messed up at times, don’t pay too much attention on my terrible grammar guys i’m working on it !!

𖤐 i openly interact with dark content and nsfw content, i will tag them if needed.

⊹ --- DO NOT ENTER THE HOUSE OF OMERTA.

𖤐 absolutely do not interact with me if you’re a ZIONIST, a minor (obvi), homophobic, transphobic, racist, ableist, misogynistic, fit the rest of the basic dni criteria, send hate asks / spread hate for literally no reason, or you’re just a rude person in general. in this blog, my blog = my rules. i’m willing to block anyone who oversteps my boundaries or make me feel uncomfortable or sends me unnecessary hate. i kindly ask for you guys to respect me as a whole, that’s all i’m asking for.

𖤐 absolutely don’t interact if you support isr𝟒𝐞𝐥

⊹ --- ROYAL ETIQUETTE. ( rules for requests )

𖤐 once again i am a multifandom blog, i write for multiple fandoms (honkai star rail, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock mostly + maybe chainsaw man genshin impact + bungo stray dogs also) my requests are open at the moment, thirsts are always opened so i prefer if you send more thirsts than requests.

𖤐 WHAT I ABSOLUTELY WON’T WRITE — gore, scat, necrophilia, noncon (everything i write is strictly consensual.) foot fetish, armpit fetish, vomit, and vore as well.

𖤐 some dark content things i may write is stepcest, consensual somno, “yandere”/ obsessive themes etc etc. i’ll be sure to tag a few things as well to let you guys know.

𖤐 and that’s about it. go crazy with your requests + thirsts as long as they aren’t detailed or they don’t go against what i’ve written above. it is encouraged that you ask first if you’re unsure about something!thank you for reading this far ! a hug 4 u !!

thank you for reading bbies ! here is my masterlist

#✩ navigation ! #rules byf & dni !!

[thatdeadaquarius]

1000+ Followers🎉Celebration Poll !!🎉

WHAT'S UP SAGAU ENJOYERS!!

I just wanted to throw a little party for hitting 1000 followers! Can't believe there's this many of you guys lurking around my dumpster fire I got going here now! wtf are u on jk jk

(pathetic sniffle) Seems like only yesterday I was celebrating 100 followers ;u;

Me @ you guys:

TA-DA!!! I did i finally fucking came up with something!! lmao

Also, I will be doing art for the fanfic, whatever you choose! :]

BTW if you see my answer, DW!! I just wanted to see the results progressing lmao

☆

If you know you already requested to be on a taglist matching one of these AUs or just All SAGAU posts in general, don't worry I've still got you down!

So for tagging, it'll go off whenever I finish writing it! :)

But if you wanna be @/tagged if ur fav wins, specify which one in the comments,

OR just leave a "pspspsss over here!" in the comments if your cool with whichever one wins! :)

Safe Travels My Beloved Followers!

💀♒

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @chocogi

#1000 followers #thats insane #why r u guys here #just wanna watch this dumpster fire with me?? #THANK YOU SO MUCH #IM GLAD UR ALL ENJOYING MY BURNING GARBAGE #genshin sagau #genshin isekai #sagau #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin #gender neutral reader #sagau x reader #followers celebration event! #<3 #genshin imagines reverse harem #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #sagau genshin #genshin poly

[tawneybel]

New Tag Game

Rules:  Name your top three favorite songs from your top ten favorite musicians! Then tag your ten favorite blogs.  

Thanks for tagging me, @slashingdisneypasta! I’m just going to do my favorite musical artists by alphabetically. 

Tagged: @ariana-maryse is like, one of the only active reader-insert blogs I follow. I also recently started following @rare-yanderes. I’m not sure if any of the art blogs I follow would appreciate being tagged. 

1. Aqua (Eurodance is great. Bring it back.) 

“Bumble Bees” (Not the Bambee song. But she’s good, too. Bring back Eurodance.)

“Candyman (Lollipop)”

“Roses Are Red” 

2. The Birthday Massacre (FAVORITE BAND. I love the whole dark bunny motif.) 

“I Think We’re Alone Now” (Creepy awesome cover.) 

“Shiver”

“Weekend” 

3. Dedderz 

“Don’t Panic” ft. GosT

“On Your Level”

“She’s So Rad”

4. Lady Gaga (FAVORITE MUSICIAN. Closest I come to idolizing someone.)

“Bloody Mary”

“Dance in the Dark”

“Judas” (She’s progressive and Christian.)

5. Kesha 

“Boy Like You” ft. Ashley Tisdale 

“Dirty Love” ft. Iggy Pop 

“Sleazy (SmarterChild Remix)” 

6. Jack Off Jill

“Bruises Are Back in Style”

“Cherry Scented” 

“Hypocrite”

7. Marina and the Diamonds (I mostly just listen to Electra Heart.) 

“Bubblegum Bitch”

“How to Be a Heartbreaker”

“Living Dead”

8. Melanie Martinez

“Cake”

“Carousel” (Freak Show is one of my favorite AHS seasons.)

“Tag, You’re It”

9. Rihanna

“Birthday Cake (Solo Version)” (Without Chris Brown.)

“Only Girl (In the World)”

“Rude Boy” (It’s about pegging, right?) 

10. Britney Spears (I was listening to her before most of these guys got their start.)

“Hot As Ice”

“If U Seek Amy”

“Toy Soldier” 

#Tawney talks #tag game #slashingdisneypasta #ariana maryse #rare yanderes #minors do not interact #butt stuff #tagging it that for the peg*ging mention #Aqua #Birthday Massacre #The Birthday Massacre #Dedderz #Lady Gaga #Kesha #Jack Off Jill #Marina and the Diamonds #Melanie Martinez #Rihanna #American Horror Story #AHS #American Horror Story: Freak Show #TBM #GosT #Ashley Tisdale #Iggy Pop #Bambee #Electra Heart #Chris Brown

[juju-on-that-yeet]

It Takes a Village, Chapter 7/12

Yandere gets kidnapped during a day out with Dr Iplier, and it’s up to an unlikely hero to save him.

Obviously, this chapter is a little more intense than the previous ones. No shame if you skip it.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, harm towards a child, threats of death towards a child

Tags: @tired-eldritchhorror @peribloke (ask to be tagged)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Read on AO3!

Enjoy!

~

It’s a beautiful day in the city, and for this reason, Dr. Iplier decides it’d be fun to take Yandere out for a stroll.

He’s been able to go out with Yandere often since he decided to forgo treating humans for the moment, and Yandere sure seems to enjoy it. He’s always gawking at the things they see, pointing at dogs getting walked and laughing at the occasional street performer. Dr. Iplier uses the trips to go shopping, too, to get small things and food staples, and Yandere nearly always comes away from those trips with a new outfit that Dr. Iplier thought he’d be adorable in or a new toy he couldn’t resist spoiling him with.

Unbeknownst to Dr. Iplier, though, his trips with Yandere soon attract some unwanted attention.

On this day, a group of three men are standing together, half-hidden behind the corner of an office building. They’re watching Dr. Iplier walk along, pushing Yandere in a stroller.

“You sure this is worth it?” says one man.

“Yeah, he’s just some dude,” says another, “What makes you think he has money?”

“Are you both idiots? Look at his getup,” says the third man, the leader. “He’s a doctor, doctors make a ton. And he’s always spending a ton on that baby there.” He points to Yandere, who’s sitting happily in his stroller. “We get the baby, we ransom the baby, Doc pays, and we’re sitting pretty. It’s easy.”

“So what, we just kidnap a baby in broad daylight?” asks the first lackey.

“Why not?” The leader smirks. “We just wait until he’s somewhere secluded, then we jump him. There’s three of us and one of him, it’ll be easy.”

“It sure sounds easy…” the second lackey muses. He shrugs. “Fuck it, let’s do it. I could use some money.”

“Alright,” sighs the first lackey, “But let’s make it quick. The longer we take the more likely that hero is gonna show up.”

“What, you worried Silver Shepherd’ll beat you up again?” the leader laughs, “Forget Shepherd. He’s an idiot in a cape, he couldn’t even get us arrested. Now let’s keep following the doc, and when I say so, we get him. Alright?” The others nod. “Good.” He grins. “Let’s do this.”

~~~

Dr. Iplier doesn’t realize that anything is amiss until he cuts through a shaded alleyway between two brick buildings to get to a shop faster.

Then, all at once, he’s being tackled and grabbed.

“Hey, let me go! What the–!” Dr. Iplier is cut off as he’s forcefully yanked away from Yandere’s stroller by two pairs of hands. He struggles but can’t break free. One man briefly releases his hold on him to punch him in the gut, knocking the wind and the fight out of him.

“Dada!?” Yandere cries, scared and confused. He yelps as his stroller is suddenly moved by someone, a third person.

Dr. Iplier manages to look up in time to see the man reach for Yandere.

“No!” he shouts, fighting all over again and ignoring the pain. “Don’t touch him! Don’t–”

“If anyone hears us and comes running,” the man says, continuing to reach for Yandere, “You and the kid are getting your heads kicked in. Get it?”

The men holding Dr. Iplier back grin and tighten their grips on his arms. Dr. Iplier forces himself to be quiet, even though every fiber of him is burning to defend his son. Yandere, though, shrieks as the man grabs him and undoes his straps, pulling him out of the stroller. He struggles harder than Dr. Iplier did, wails louder than he yelled.

“You shut up and quit squirming, or pretty soon you won’t be able to do either!!” the man growls, shaking Yandere.

“Don’t shake him–” Dr. Iplier starts, cut off by a hand clamping over his mouth. The man holding Yandere covers Yandere’s mouth, too.

“Shut up already, you–” The man yells in pain as Yandere bites his finger, hard. He pulls his hand away, revealing a bit of broken skin and a drop of blood. Dr. Iplier only has a moment to be proud of Yandere for defending himself before the man slaps Yandere across the face. The high-pitched squeal that rips from his throat is unlike any sound that Dr. Iplier has heard him make before. His heart drops and he feels like he’s going to vomit.

“No, no, no, please, don’t hurt him, please–” he mindlessly babbles through the hand over his mouth.

“I warned ya.” The man’s hand is back over Yandere’s mouth again, and this time he hardly even dares to cry, much less bite him again. He nods to the men holding Dr. Iplier. “Knock him out.”

“Wait–!”

Dr. Iplier’s protest goes unheard as he’s heaved by the men and slammed against a brick wall, headfirst. Pain bursts in his skull and stars dance behind his eyes, blinding him. He lets out a choked cry, too dazed for a full scream. Yandere screams enough for them both, and it’s all Dr. Iplier can hear as he’s shoved a second time.

The stars in his eyes turn to spots, then to smudges, then to deep darkness.

~~~

Silver Shepherd has a knack for knowing when and where trouble is brewing. It’s his own personal spidey-sense, allowing him to stop crimes before they go too far, save people from harm or death, and sometimes prevent crimes if he’s lucky.

Today, though, he’s already in the middle of dealing with an armed robbery when he feels that familiar prickle, the goosebumps on his arms and the tingle in his legs telling him to go, go to this place, something’s happening, go, before it gets worse. Unfortunately, his sense can’t tell him the severity of the crime, so he has to hope no one’s getting away with murder as he subdues the robber. This particular robber isn’t a hardened criminal, more like an idiot who wanted to show off and get some extra cash.

“C’mon man, I can’t go to jail, I’m only twenty!” the robber cries from the chair Silver handcuffed him to. The gun is on the counter of the convenience store they’re in, far out of his reach.

“Then you’re old enough to know better,” Silver tells him, “And you should’ve thought about jail before you decided to threaten some poor cashier with a deadly weapon for a few bucks.” Said cashier is still hiding behind the counter in fear. “I mean seriously, working in customer service is hard enough without jerks like you coming into stores brandishing guns and trying to steal!”

The robber just glares at Silver and says nothing more, so Silver walks to the counter and looks over the side, addressing the clerk.

“Are you holding up alright?” he asks.

“I-I guess,” the cashier says from where he’s crouched on the floor, shaking. Silver feels a pang of sympathy; the kid can’t be older than sixteen. Chances are this is his first job. Silver comes around the counter to help him stand.

“So, normally I’d stay,” Silver begins as he pulls him up, “But there’s someone else in trouble that I need to help. You called the police earlier when I told you to, right?”

“Yeah,” the kid says, “Well, I p-pressed the panic button, you know, u-under here.” He gestures to the counter.

“Good, they should be on their way soon. In the meantime, you should probably lock up and wait outside. I don’t think you want any customers coming in to see all this…” He smiles sympathetically. “…and I don’t think you want to stay in here with that guy, either.”

“Y-Yeah.” The kid manages his own shaky smile. “Thanks a lot, like, s-so much.”

“No need to thank me,” Silver insists, “It’s what I do. Maybe I’ll see you ‘round in better circumstances.”

“That’d be cool,” the kid agrees, “Bye, Silver.”

“Goodbye, and take care!” Silver replies, before leaving the convenience store.

The sun is bright and warm on his face as he exits, but he has no time to enjoy it. After having ignored his sense of danger for a few minutes, his skin is crawling with apprehensive energy. No time to walk, he thinks, and he jumps. Instead of falling back down, he goes higher, taking to the sky between buildings and over the heads of the people below.

“Woah, that dude’s flying!”

“It’s Silver Shepherd!”

Silver doesn’t have time to acknowledge the passerby, and instead flies higher, out of sight. He can’t help but feel a prickle of guilt for it, even as his danger sense continues to send sparks over his skin. Once he has a suitable distance between himself and the street to keep from being seen, he takes off through the air, following every turn his danger sense tells him to make. Only a couple minutes later he’s there, and he touches down at the mouth of an alley, shaded from the sun, with brick buildings on either side. There’s no one and nothing around but a lone stroller in the center of the alley. Silver’s heart sinks.

Oh no, not a baby.

He runs to the stroller, and immediately notices two things: First, that the stroller is empty, and second…

“Dr. Iplier??” he gasps, leaving the stroller to kneel beside him.

The doctor is unconscious on the ground a few feet from the stroller. Silver hadn’t been able to see him from the mouth of the alley. A quick once-over finds an awful lump on Dr. Iplier’s head. Someone must have knocked him out on purpose, but for what? Silver looks back to the empty stroller. He knows why Dr. Iplier would have a stroller, he knows who’s supposed to be there, but he can’t see or hear any other signs of people in the alley.

At that moment, Dr. Iplier groans and starts to stir.

“Doctor, hey, can you hear me?” Silver asks him. Dr. Iplier tries to push himself up, and Silver grabs him in time to keep him from falling back down. “Take it easy, you’re hurt, you might be concussed.”

“Yan,” Dr. Iplier gasps, dazed but quickly coming around, “Yandere, we were walking, these guys showed up–”

“Slow down,” Silver tells him gently, “Tell me what happened, slowly.”

“These three guys followed us here,” Dr. Iplier continues, voice edged with panic, “Two of them held me back and pulled me away from Yan, one of them grabbed him, he hit him–!” Dr. Iplier covers his mouth and screws his eyes shut, as though the memory physically hurts. “The guys grabbing me threw my head against the wall and knocked me out. And Yan, where–!”

He catches sight of the empty stroller, and his face drains of color.

“Oh no,” he gasps, eyes filling with tears, “They took him, they took him–”

“Doctor, listen to me,” Silver says, grabbing his shoulders, “I know this is a bad situation, but we can’t freak out. The more we panic, the more time we lose. Alright?”

Silver’s seen Dr. Iplier’s expression more times than he can count. Not on Dr. Iplier himself, but on the faces of every parent whose child Silver had to save. That same anguish, that same terror, that same paralyzing panic. But when there’s someone there to be calm for them, to remind them to keep their heads and to emulate the right mindset, their panic almost always recedes, at least a little. It works for Dr. Iplier, and he breathes in deeply, trying to ground himself.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He laughs a short, bitter laugh. “I’m not usually like this when bad things happen. I don’t need to tell you that, though, do I?”

He doesn’t. No matter how horribly Silver gets injured on the job, Dr. Iplier is calm and collected as he patches him up. Truth be told, Silver has never seen him so frantic.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Silver assures him, “Let’s just get home so we can get your head fixed and figure out what to do next.”

Dr. Iplier nods, and right as Silver is preparing to fly him back to Ego Inc., his phone buzzes.

“What the–” Dr. Iplier mutters, reaching into his pocket for his phone. “There better not be anything catastrophic happening back home, I can’t–” His eyes go huge the moment he opens his phone. For several long moments, he stares at the screen, mouth slightly open, eyes welling with tears again.

“Doctor, what is it?” Silver asks, a sinking feeling in his chest. When Dr. Iplier doesn’t answer, he scoots around him to look at the phone over his shoulder. He can’t hold back a gasp.

It’s a text message from an unnamed number, showing a photo of a man with Yandere held roughly in his arms. Yandere is slightly blurred from movement, but it’s easy to see the bruise spanning his cheek and the tears running down his face. His eyes are scrunched and his mouth is open in a wail. The man holding Yandere isn’t very visible; the photo is zoomed in too close to Yandere to see much more than his left arm crossed over Yandere and pinning him to the man’s chest. Just as frightening, if not more so, is the written message beneath it.

12 hours from now, bring $3 mil in cash to the corner of Johnson and Orange Street or the baby dies.

While Silver and Dr. Iplier are staring at the text, trying to process it, another one comes through.

Just in case you don’t think we’re serious…

A few moments later, another image is sent. It’s Yandere again, still held by the same person, though his grip is slightly different. His right arm is visible now, with a gun in his hand, pressed up against Yandere’s fluffy black hair. Yandere’s eyes are wide with fear now, his mouth in a shaky pout, but his form is much less blurry than the previous photo. No doubt he’s been frightened into stillness.

“Oh god,” Dr. Iplier gasps, tears starting to run down his cheeks, “Oh god, they’re going to kill him, he can’t defend himself like this, they’re going to kill him–”

“Doctor, hey! Remember what I said before!” Silver cries, but he’s shaken too, and he knows it shows in his voice.

Dr. Iplier barely hears Silver as he bursts into tears, and Silver decides he has to get him home and regroup now, whether Dr. Iplier is calm or not.

~~~

When Silver and Dr. Iplier arrive in the lobby of Ego Inc., the Host is already there, as is Darkiplier. They must already know that something happened, judging by Dark’s pensive expression and Host’s worried one. Dr. Iplier is still crying as they come in, and Host is by him in seconds, taking him into his arms. Host hugs him tight and he strokes his hair as Dark approaches, aura whipping around him in anger.

“The Host foresaw Yandere in danger,” Dark growls. Silver shrinks back, and Dark’s steely gaze turns to Dr. Iplier. “Where is he?”

Dr. Iplier pulls away from Host enough to address Dark, but Host keeps one arm around his shoulders.

“H-He’s been kidnapped,” he manages through his sobs. He holds out his phone, still on the awful texts, to Dark.

Dark takes the phone from him, and Silver can see the instant he registers the photos of Yandere. His eyes blaze and his shell splits, revealing different shadows of himself and split-second screams of fear, despair, and most of all, rage. Silver looks over to see Host narrating softly to himself, finding out what’s on the phone as well. His brows furrow and his expression tightens as he murmurs. Dark whirls on Dr. Iplier, startling Host into momentary quiet.

“You let someone kidnap Yandere!?” Dark roars, sending Dr. Iplier cowering and crying harder against Host’s side. Host’s nostrils flare as he tightens his hold on Dr. Iplier’s shoulders and steps forward.

“Dr. Iplier did not let this happen!” he yells back, getting in Dark’s face. “Yandere is his child! He would never willingly allow anyone to hurt him!”

“He tried to stop them!” Silver interjects without thinking. He falters as Dark’s fiery gaze snaps towards him. “I mean, he told me there were three people, and, um, two of them held him back, you know, and–”

“Then why didn’t you stop them?” Dark asks, voice dripping with derision added to anger. “Or did you fail as you always have?”

Silver bows his head, distantly grateful for his mask covering his blush as his face heats with shame. Practically none of the egos take him seriously, he knows that, but it always hurts to be reminded.

“I was stopping an armed robbery somewhere else,” he says, voice small, “By the time I got to Dr. Iplier, he’d been knocked out and Yandere was gone.”

Dark turns back to Host, who is speaking under his breath, letting his narrations go over Silver’s story.

“Well?” Dark asks.

“Silver is being truthful.” Host’s voice is icy. “The kidnappers shoved Dr. Iplier’s head against a brick wall to subdue him. He was outnumbered and overpowered, and Silver had no way of knowing what was happening. By the time the kidnappers confronted Dr. Iplier, there were no paths left where Yandere was left unharmed.”

“What paths are there now?” Dark demands.

Silver watches Host murmur and listens to his voice dip up and down as he ventures through the future with no small amount of awe. It’s not often he sees Host flex his power like this, and it amazes him every time. When Host is done, he addresses Dark.

“There are many possible futures in which Yandere is brought home safe.”

“And the rest?”

Host pauses, mindful of Dr. Iplier still crying into his trenchcoat.

“There are paths where Yandere comes home with greater injuries than he has now…” Host admits, “…and several paths in which he is rescued too late.”

Dr. Iplier sobs harshly, and Host turns away from Dark to hug the doctor close again. Silver shudders to think of those men hurting Yandere, much less killing him. Dark doesn’t like the thought of it either, judging by his furious expression. He looks at the photos again.

“Perhaps Wilford can teleport to where they are…” he begins.

“Is that my cue?” Wilford says as he suddenly appears with a pop next to Silver. Silver yelps in surprise and jumps backwards, nearly tripping over his cape as Wilford strides over to Dark. He spares a glance around at everyone, taking in their various unhappy and angry expressions. “Geez, what’s up with all of you?”

“This,” Dark answers, handing him the phone.

Wilford takes it, and his genial expression almost instantly turns stormy. His eyes widen and turn bright pink as his brows turn down, and his nostrils flare. Almost immediately a vein pops out in his forehead, and Silver can see his jaw clench around his deep frown. Silver steps away, closer to Host. He doesn’t often see Wilford get this angry.

“Oh, that bastard is going to look splendid on my wall,” Wilford growls.

“Can you take us to him?” Dark asks.

Wilford peers at the photos, zooms them in, and appears to try, but his aura fizzles and bursts in meaningless pink puffs.

“It’s no good,” he huffs, “I can’t see enough of the room they’re in, the photos are too damn close!” He throws the phone annoyance, right over Silver’s head.

“Hey, hold on!” Silver yells, running for the phone.

“You idiot, we need that!” Dark snaps at Wilford.

They start to argue as Silver catches the phone in one of his giant gloves. He looks at the photos again, trying to think of a new course of action. If Wilford can’t get a good look at where they are to teleport there, then what now? He stares at the man’s arm holding Yandere, not certain what he’s looking for, but trying to find something useful. There’s nothing unusual about it, except…Silver zooms in on the second photo, seeing a black speck on the man’s arm, next to where Yandere’s own tiny hand is grabbing on for purchase. He hadn’t noticed it before in his and Dr. Iplier’s panic. Dirt? No, too dark, too thin against the skin. A tattoo? Much more likely. Yandere’s hand could be covering the rest of it. Silver looks to the side of the photo, where the man has his other arm up, hand holding a gun to Yandere’s hand. He can just barely see the edge of another tattoo in the same area as the one on the other arm.

Small, likely matching, tattoos on either arm. There’s no one person it could be, but Silver has an immediate hunch, judging from what he can see of the man’s build and skin tone. Has he done it? Has he figured out who took Yandere??

At that moment, the phone is plucked from his grip by Dark’s aura.

“Hey–!” Silver exclaims, turning towards Dark in time to see the phone drop into his open hand.

“I’ll be taking this to the Googles,” Dark says, “They’ll trace the number and we’ll have a better idea of what to do next.”

“Wait, hold on!” Silver cries, running over, “I think I know who the guy in the photo is! You can sorta see his tattoos, and–”

“How many thugs with tattoos are there in this city, Silver?” Dark asks, patronizing. Wilford snickers.

“Um, uh, a-a lot,” Silver stammers, “But, these ones, they’re, I mean–”

“Yeah, well, um,” Wilford interrupts, mocking, “No offence, Shep, but you best be leaving this to the big guns.” He stretches his suspenders and winks.

“B-But I’m sure I know!” Silver insists, “The Googles can look him up, and we can–”

“This is not your decision,” Dark snaps, staring down at Silver with narrowed eyes. Silver cowers, instantly quieting. “Wilford and I will take it from here. Your help is not needed.” He says the word “help” with icy sarcasm.

“I…” Silver tries, but his confidence withers and dies under Dark’s glare.

“Know your place, Shepherd. And don’t get in our way.”

With that, his aura swallows him up and he disappears, off to the control room. Wilford spares one last chuckle at Silver’s expense before following in a puff of pink smoke.

Silver sighs.

“I should’ve known not to question them,” he mutters, pulling his cape into his hand to twist it worriedly. “But the number has to be burner, those guys might not even have it anymore.” He looks at the Host, who still stands nearby, comforting Dr. Iplier. His head swivels to Silver as he senses his eyes on him.

“Does Silver want advice?” Host asks, “Or does he want an excuse to pursue his theory?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“There are many, many futures that hang above us now, waiting to be realized.” Host continues. “Only a scant few see Silver Shepherd making the situation worse.”

“What about the others?” Silver asks, new hope blooming in his chest. Host smiles just a little.

“There are one or two in which Silver does nothing, but there are many in which Silver attempts a rescue. Quite a few see him succeeding.” He peers at Silver like he can see right through him. “But it does not matter what the Host says, because Silver already knows what the right choice is.”

“You’re right,” Silver answers, a slow smile coming over his face, “You’re right, I know what I have to do. What I want to do.” He stands up straighter. “Thank you, Host. And make sure someone looks at Dr. Iplier’s head.”

“He will,” Host replies, offering another soft smile before turning to lead Dr. Iplier away.

Silver, meanwhile, leaves the building with a determined spring in his stride.

He knows what to do, and more importantly, he knows where to go.

~~~

Abel Eyler.

Silver’s dealt with him before, him and his two goons. The three of them aren’t exactly big players in the crime world, but they make more than their share of trouble around the city. All three are slippery, Abel especially, and their crimes have escalated every time they escape, getting worse and worse as they get bolder. Last time they mugged a pair of women on their way home from a concert late at night, and now this.

Abel is identifiable by the small tattoo on each arm; a shamrock overlapping an infinity symbol. The tattoos are cheap, not very well-made, but they’re meant to symbolize Abel’s seemingly infinite luck, the infinite crimes he gets away with, the infinite police officers he’s outrun and escaped.

Maybe today, his luck will finally run out.

Silver makes his way through the city into an old, poverty-stricken area full of crumbling apartments sprayed with graffiti. He knows this area well. People are always getting in trouble here: Domestic violence, gang violence, and drug busts, among other things. Abel and his gang have been here before, and Silver has a hunch that they’ve returned to their old stomping grounds.

He comes by a homeless man at one point, who Silver gives a few dollars and asks if he knows anything about Abel. The man points Silver to an apartment a few doors down, saying he could hear a baby crying a while ago but it has since quieted. Silver’s nerves spike as he thanks him and heads to the building.

He puts his ear against the door, and his super-hearing just barely picks up some odd sounds coming from below.

The basement.

Silver goes around to the back of the building, flying over a fence in the process, and reaches the door to the basement. He listens again just to be sure, and yes, he can definitely hear small, sad noises coming from inside. He remembers the second photo sent to Dr. Iplier, the one with a gun up against Yandere’s head, and shudders. As quietly as he can, he forces the door open. Luckily, he’s had practice, and from what he can hear, Abel and his men didn’t notice a thing. Silver listens to them talk as he heads down the stairs into the darkened room.

“You think the doc’s ever gonna reply?” says one henchman; Ricky, if Silver remembers right.

“Probably not, right?” says the other; Frank. “He’s just gonna show up with the cash. How many more hours do we gotta wait before we get rich?”

“Pipe down, both of you,” snaps Abel. Silver feels a burning in his chest to hear him. “We’ve attracted enough suspicion already with this kid’s yelling. We just gotta lay low until we can get the money.”

As Silver gets closer, he can better hear Yandere’s quiet whimpering. He feels a pang of sympathy for him as he peeks around the corner of the room, finally able to see the others. There’s enough shadow around him to keep him from being seen so long as he’s still, so he waits, assessing the threat and figuring out who to go for first. Abel is the furthest from Silver, sitting on an armchair with the gun from the photo still in his hand. Yandere is near him, placed on the floor, crying as quietly as he can manage. His cheek doesn’t look any better than it did in the photo. Ricky and Frank are sitting on a couch, with Frank clearly bored of waiting around and Ricky much more anxious.

“What if we get caught before that?” Ricky asks. “That doctor could’ve gone to the cops anyway.”

“Not if he gives a shit about the kid,” Abel counters. “We see any cops when we get the cash tomorrow, and we kill the kid.”

“You know…” Frank muses. “We could just kill him now. That way we don’t have to worry about keeping him quiet.”

Silver’s blood runs cold as Ricky and Abel consider.

“That’s way too risky!” Ricky cries, “How’re we gonna return the kid if he’s dead??”

“We’d just put him in a box or something,” Abel says, thinking out loud, “Tell him not to open it until we leave…then we get the cash without babysitting.” He grins. “Looks like you do have a decent idea every once in a while, Frank.”

“Damn right,” Frank says proudly.

Silver’s heart beats faster as Abel bends down and grabs Yandere in one arm, holding him much like he did in the photo. Yandere screams out at being picked up, but Abel points the gun at his face to silence him.

“Shut up,” he growls, “This is already gonna be loud, I don’t need you making it louder.”

“Are you really sure about this, Abel?” Ricky asks, “There’s no way someone isn’t gonna hear the shot. Shouldn’t we at least take him somewhere else?”

“And risk being seen with this loud little shit?” Abel asks, giving Yandere a rough shake, making him yelp. “Nah, it’s better to do it in here.”

“That’s really not a good idea.”

Abel looks up, and Ricky and Frank turn in their seat, just in time for Silver to grab them both by the hair and knock their heads together. They slide to the floor as soon as they’re released, out cold. Abel merely grins.

“You gotta ruin everything, huh, Shepherd?” he asks, tightening his hold on Yandere. He doesn’t move the gun from where it points at Yandere’s face.

“I could say the same to you,” Silver replies evenly, walking around the couch and past the goons to get closer to Abel. “Stealing a baby for ransom and planning to kill him? That’s a new low even for you.”

As Silver speaks, Yandere’s head turns toward him, eyes following his walk around the couch.

“Sibew?” he asks, tentative but hopeful.

“Yep,” Abel answers Yandere, “But it doesn’t matter. He’s not fast enough to stop me if I fired this gun right now.”

“Maybe not,” Silver admits, “But you know, this baby doesn’t know who I am because of my reputation.”

“Wait…” Abel’s expression sours. “You know this kid??”

“Yes.” Silver’s eyes narrow. “And I don’t take kindly to people who threaten my family.”

“I’m not scared of you, Shepherd!” Abel pushes the gun into Yandere’s cheek, making him wail.

“Clearly.” Silver takes another step closer. “But I’m not the only person looking for this child. People much more powerful than me are out for blood looking for him. If you give him to me without a fight, I’ll give you and your friends the chance to escape.”

“What, you won’t even arrest us?” Abel asks, now confused.

“There’s not enough time,” Silver explains, “You’re lucky those people I mentioned haven’t already found you. The moment they get here you’re all as good as dead.”

“Aren’t you gonna save us, then?” Abel says, grinning despite his confusion. “You don’t like killing people, do you?”

“I don’t, but it’s not up to me. I already told you those guys are more powerful than me,” Silver reminds him, “And this isn’t like what you’ve done in the past. You’ve made this personal. I’m not going to keep you guys here but I won’t go out of my way for you. It just can’t be done. Your choices are to hand the baby over and leave or refuse and be killed.”

“I’m holding the baby, remember? I’ll take him with me.”

“I’ll stop you. This isn't like the past when I had better things to do than catch you. And when I stop you, I might decide to stop being so generous and handcuff you to the staircase railing, so you'll be here when the others come looking.”

“You have to be bluffing!” Abel doesn't sound as sure of himself as he did a few minutes ago, but he stays loud and brash regardless, still holding the gun to Yandere.

“What if he's not, though?” Ricky groans from the ground, apparently recovered enough to contribute. “This kid ain't worth it, man.”

“Three million dollars is worth it!” Abel argues.

“That doctor doesn't have three million dollars to give you,” Silver interjects, “The only way he could get that money is if the police were able to secure it for him, and there's no way they could get such a huge amount. They'd have already had him text you back asking to negotiate.”

“So he didn't tell the cops,” Frank says from the floor, barely audible but somehow still smug.

“No, but he didn't need to. Because he has me, and those people I mentioned before. The ones who will absolutely kill all three of you if they find you, whether the baby is alive or not.”

Abel considers, frowning deeply. Silver stares back, keeping his nerves down and projecting quiet confidence. Finally, after several long moments, Abel angrily stuffs the gun into the waistband of his pants and storms over to Silver, roughly handing Yandere over.

“Here’s the stupid kid,” he growls. He looks down to address his goons, still rolling on the floor, dazed. “Come on, let's beat it already.”

“Give us a minute, will ya!?” Ricky protests, groaning.

Silver just grins as Abel curses and starts trying to pull his men away. He leaves the room with a wave, which Abel pointedly ignores.

As he walks up the stairs, Silver expects Yandere to fuss and struggle. He's heard from others how picky he is about who holds him, and it's not like him and Yandere are normally close. But Yandere just clings to him for dear life, crying into his chest. Silver’s heart aches like it always does when he sees a child in distress–worse, even, since no child has never been family before. Silver tries to soothe him as he exits the basement.

“I know that was scary, I know,” he murmurs, stroking Yandere's hair despite his giant gloves. “But you're safe now, those bad men aren't gonna hurt you anymore.”

“Wan' Dada!” Yandere sobs.

“I know you do, I'm gonna take you home right now,” Silver reassures him, “Your dada will be so happy to see you.”

Yandere sniffles, but seems a little less upset than before. Silver isn’t exactly sure what to do next. Obviously he has to get Yandere home, but he’s not sure how. He could walk, of course, but that’d take forever. He flew here, and it’d be easiest to fly back, but not every baby enjoys flying like Silver does. Some do love it, but others get sick or freak out, and after everything Yandere’s been through today, Silver doesn’t want to make him feel worse…But then again, the sooner he gets home the better he’ll feel, no matter how he gets there.

“Yandere, I’m gonna fly us home,” Silver tells him, “So you need to hold on tight, okay?”

“Fie?” Yandere asks, tilting his head.

“Yep.” Silver lifts off the ground, beginning to hover. “See?” He inclines his head down. Yandere looks down, too, and gawks at Silver’s feet standing a few inches above the ground. He seems okay, and Silver knows from experience that getting it over with is better than going slow, so he takes off into the air until he’s at his desired height. Yandere jumps a little as they go but otherwise doesn’t react.

Silver stays hovering in place, now much higher off the ground, as Yandere looks around himself and down in confusion. This is the critical moment, right before it sinks into a baby’s mind that they’re in the air and they decide whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing. After looking around, Yandere looks back to Silver.

“Ub?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Silver laughs, “We’re up!”

Yandere laughs, too, and Silver feels a wave of relief go through him knowing that he’s not traumatizing Yandere further.

He flies home slower than normal at first, but Yandere keeps shouting for him to go faster. Silver has to remind him more than once to be still and hold on, as he keeps bouncing and wiggling in excitement, pointing out clouds and birds and buildings around them. All Silver can hear is the rush of the wind and Yandere’s giggly shrieks. By the time Silver touches down in front of Ego Inc., Yandere’s hair is a poofy, fluffy mess, and the only tears left on his cheeks are from the wind in his eyes. He’s still laughing and shouting with excitement as Silver walks inside.

“Mo’ fie!” he yells.

“We can’t right now,” Silver tells him, “You gotta see your dada, remember?”

Yandere gasps, as though he did forget, and becomes excited all over again.

“Dada!!” Yandere cries.

“We’re getting there, calm down!” Silver laughs.

He tends not to fly indoors–normally walking suffices–but for Yandere, he flies up the stairwell to the third floor instead of taking the elevator. Yandere clearly enjoys it, and he’s full of giggles as Silver heads to the clinic. He figures Dr. Iplier is there, either healing from his head wound or trying to get back to work.

The answer turns out to be more or less both. He enters the clinic to see Dr. Iplier with a bandage around his head, pacing the floor as Plus follows him around, trying to urge him back to bed. The Host is there too, observing the scene. By the looks of it, this has been going on for a while.

“Doctor! You are injured and you need to rest!” Plus insists as he follows Dr. Iplier, “You have a concussion, and if you overwork yourself, you increase your risk of–”

“I know, I know!” Dr. Iplier snaps, nerves clear in his voice.

“Then get back in bed already!”

“I can’t, not until Yandere’s back here. I need to know he’s safe!”

At that point, the Host smiles gently.

“The Host suggests that Dr. Iplier direct his attention to the door,” he quips.

Dr. Iplier does, and then does a double-take as he sees Silver standing there with Yandere in his arms.

“I found him,” Silver says with a lopsided grin.

“Dada!” Yandere shouts, reaching out for Dr. Iplier.

Dr. Iplier’s shock melts into deep relief as he practically runs to Silver, taking Yandere from him and hugging him close.

“Oh, Yan,” he gasps, already teary, “Oh, my boy, my baby, you’re here, you’re okay–” He presses kisses to Yandere’s unbruised cheek, his messy hair, and his forehead, over and over. Yandere giggles at all the affection, throwing his tiny arms around Dr. Iplier’s neck.

Silver can’t help but feel a burst of joy watching them reunite. This is the part of his job that he never gets tired of: The moments where he succeeds, where he saves someone’s life or brings them home, and he gets to see their loved ones rejoice at having them back safe and alive. Host and Plus are feeling good, too, both smiling gently as they watch Dr. Iplier smother Yandere with kisses. Host seems to feel Silver looking at him, and he meets his gaze with a different sort of smile, like he’d been hoping for this future all along. Silver stands a little straighter, proud to have proved Host right. Dr. Iplier eventually looks up from Yandere to speak to Silver.

“Silver, thank you,” he says, tears of joy beginning to roll down his cheeks, “Just…thank you so much.”

“No sad!!” Yandere yells, reaching for Dr. Iplier’s face to wipe his tears. Silver and Dr. Iplier both laugh.

“No need to thank me,” Silver says, earnest and gentle, “It’s what I do.”

Still, Silver appreciates it, more than he could ever say.

A few moments later, Dark and Wilford suddenly appear in a mess of black fog. Silver manages not to yelp in surprise–an achievement, considering Wilford is covered in blood. Apparently Abel and his men weren’t fast enough, Silver thinks with a shudder.

“I don’t get it,” Wilford huffs, “We went right where the Googles told us to go and we didn’t–” He stops as he finally notices Yandere, who begins to make grabby hands towards him and Dark. “Kiddo! There you are!”

Wilford steps forward to take him, but Dr. Iplier steps back.

“Not before you shower,” he says.

“Oh, come on!” Wilford mutters, “Yan doesn’t care about blood!”

“Normal Yan doesn’t, but I’d rather not traumatize him further,” Dr. Iplier retorts. “Besides, it’s unsanitary.”

Wilford huffs before poofing away.

Dark, however, is clean, and when he moves to take Yandere, Dr. Iplier lets him. As he holds Yandere, his aura settles around them both, calmer and bluer than Silver has ever seen it look before. Yandere coos happily as he hugs Dark’s neck, and Dark allows himself the tiniest smile in return.

“I’m glad you’re home, love,” he murmurs, smoothing down Yandere’s messy hair.

But then Dark looks at Silver, and despite the calmness of his aura, his gaze turns hard and piercing. Silver notices a single spot of blood on his shirt collar and represses a shiver, but despite this, he doesn’t feel quite so powerless facing Dark this time. He meets his gaze with the same self-assurance he’d met Abel’s with, and waits for Dark to speak.

“Thank you,” Dark finally says, voice even but tense, like it physically hurts him to swallow his pride.

Silver knows he could gloat, say he told them so, or any number of things to put Dark down. But…he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t need to. Yandere is home, safe and happy, and that’s all that matters.

“No need,” Silver replies simply, “It’s what I do.”

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