#yandere zed x reader

[popawritter12]

Can I send yandere zed headcanons.

Yandere! Zed headcanons.

Author's Notes: Do you know I was just thinking about doing headcanons for this champion?!

Just when I returned from my studies (And from uploading the previous post), I came up with a character to make Yandere. I guess the universe sent me a sign juju.

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Chances of your loved ones being killed.

Well, this type of Yandere is simpler. Like Raiden, he will not kill unless it threatens his life or the life of his loved one.

We are told a phrase in the comic that, for me, greatly influences understanding the character (I clarify that they are not the exact words but rather the ones I remember) “Master Kusho sat me in front of a tree with cobwebs. The beetles that remained there could escape, due to their structure, unlike the moths, which suffered from the web until the spider came and devoured them. (...), then the teacher asked me 'How many moths did you save during the time you saw the web?' 'None' I answered, because I had killed the spider from the first day."

This phrase makes it clear to us that he will not attack or harm unless necessary.

(I know that the phrase from the comic has nothing to do with here, but I wanted to add it because I really liked what they wanted to capture with that phrase)

First impressions

You met Zed when he was a small farmer; You were a student of Kusho, your parents sending you there because they had been friends with the man for a long time. And, due to the constant trips you made with others, you were always intrigued by the fact that he was white-haired, since you were not used to seeing people with that hair color.

Sometimes you watched him from afar when you traveled with Shen, he used to joke about you going up to him one day and asking him to marry you, child jokes, you know?

It's not until Shen fights him that you notice something in his gaze, something in his eyes that makes you feel a connection with him; determination. Even when he fell again and again, whenever you noticed that glow you felt like he was different, like you had found a jewel in the desert.

When he was accepted by Kusho, you were the first to welcome him as a friend; You talked to him when he was resting due to the injuries he sustained after the confrontation with Shen, and although he barely responded to you, you assumed that you were getting along well.

He barely managed to recover, you accompanied him in his initial training; Kusho always assigned you to guide the beginners, since you were quite friendly and patient with other people, and your age made them gain more trust in you.

Together with Shen, they quickly became best friends, the three of them always together. Even though you were not particularly good at both physical and theoretical training, you always tried to stay average.

Falling in love

When they traveled in search of Jhin, Kusho decided to take you along with the two of them; It was not because of your talent or your incredible intelligence (Which was not exceptional in you), but because you were going to be a great emotional support for the two boys you accompanied.

Your parents, even though they flatly refused, ended up giving in to you going, this was thanks to the manipulation that Kusho exercised over them, since you would be indispensable in this mission.

The name of the “golden dragon” always sounded strange to you, especially when he saw firsthand the death and blood that had been spilled on the ground because of him.

You felt nauseous at the sight of dead bodies, or people suffering due to the traumas Jhin had left them with. Both the anger and hatred that was born in your soul at just hearing the golden dragon's nickname grew like a tree spreading its branches during spring.

You saw how Zed suffered for damaged people, how his mind was subjected to incessant agony as he struggled between the life and death of people other than him. You were the first to go and console him and give him the word that he was doing things right, that he was doing his best to save the lives of innocent people.

You tried to support Shen as well, but he was a little less susceptible to your words, since he rarely showed as much emotion as Zed did with you.

(Yes, I know that Zed has another name instead of this one, but I forgot it when I wrote it, I'll write it better later)

Your unconditional support for him along with your important help in catching Jhin ended up causing a certain crush on you.

Even when he claimed to love a woman, you always crossed his mind, as if he had clung to you in some way.

Beginning of Yanderism

The moment you noticed that the great demon misnamed golden dragon was nothing more than a man, you uselessly thought that you could face him alone. Your stubbornness ended up putting you in such danger that it put you between life and death. And neither of your two best friends could handle the fact that you were in danger.

They barely managed when you recovered, you had to be taken to the emergency room, the idea that you were going to die because of a man crazy enough to harm you and make you suffer for his pure amusement caused Zed's contempt for Jhin to increase drastically.

When Jhin was caught, Zed wished to kill him, but when he was denied that fact, he erupted in a rage worse than what appears in canon.

At that time, a blade passed close to Jhin's face, visibly damaging his mask, at the same time that your best friend longed to damage him and kill him once and for all.

No one would hurt his best friend, not now knowing that he was in love with (name).

First murder or Yandere act

Zed stayed by your side throughout your stay at the medic, since his fear of your death was something that remained in his mind for days on end.

When you managed to recover, the worst happened; the Noxian invasion. You were too weak to fight, so you could only watch from afar as Zed and Shen fought for their nation.

They both visited you regularly, but Zed more regularly than Shen. Him being particularly protective of you, but now with tiny things.

He insisted that you not go out, that you not trust certain people, saying that he could take care of you, etc..., basically without letting you do things on your own.

Even when you tried to stop these insistences, you eventually gave in because you thought he was just doing it as an innocent act of affection between friends.

You thought that when the war was over, these attitudes would stop.

Relationship or kidnapping

He ends up abandoning the Kinkou, mostly because of the war. You stop seeing him for a while, and when you see him again, it was when they had already told you what he had done.

At first you refused to believe that he would be capable of doing something like that, since he was someone with a good heart, someone incapable of seeking evil. It's a shame they put a contrary idea in your head.

You ended up hating him, the knowledge that he had killed someone as important as Kusho had damaged your psyche.

It wasn't until he saw you again that he noticed that he was late, too late to be able to talk to you.

You yelled at him, you said a lot of things that you had suppressed deep in your heart since you found out about his actions, and although he tried to explain the truth to you, you refused to listen to him.

Even since he abandoned the Kinkou, he never stopped thinking about you. Never on those days when he wasn't with you did he stop thinking about you, who you were and what you meant to him.

He left after the argument, waiting for you to calm down so he could talk to you peacefully.

But Jhin was following him, he was precisely looking to reach that person.

And he took you away from him, he took you to be part of a play against your will.

And that finally ended up unleashing that more twisted side in the white-haired man's mind. Even though he himself was desperate to stop Jhin, he was even more desperate at the thought of him bringing you to the brink of death once again.

As soon as they managed to catch Jhin, Zed went to look for you, finding you alive. Let's say you were a little hurt, but you were alive.

And he decided... to take drastic measures, if you understand correctly.

In case of kidnapping, where would he take you?

To the temple, obviously.

He exclusively takes you to a part far away from his students, mostly because he doesn't completely trust them.

Coexistence.

Very strict, unlike others he does implement the punishment system; More than anything soft hits or threats, he usually denies privileges such as going out or socializing with other members of your environment due to your disobedience or lack of respect towards him.

Marriage and family

He is not very comfortable with marriage, however, if you agree, there can be at least engagement rings between the two of you.

If it can, children?

I assume he'll agree, but that's a half-assumption.

At most 1 child or 2.

Bad ending

You managed to escape, for some reason, you had managed to escape from where he was holding you prisoner. And when he finds out, he loses his mind.

He searches for you in the heavens and lands of all of Ionia if necessary, and when he does, he doesn't react well at all.

He drags you back to the temple, he doesn't care if Shen or all of Ionia tries to stop him, he will have you back in his arms.

When he arrives at the temple, he ends up making an extremely drastic decision; he breaks the bones in your legs, specifically, your knees.

No matter if you cry or beg, he won't let you escape again.

From now on, your only remaining option is to accept your destiny and... love him.

Reasons to be a Yandere

-The comic tell us that he is quite emotionally unstable, especially after the Noxian invasion.

-The shadows, his voices try to tell him that he has to keep safe the only thing that he considers precious, the only thing that he feels gives stability to his life.

-I have the idea that after the first time they caught Jhin, he is left with consequences, some especially strong ones that damage his mind as the days go by.

Additional data.

-Actually, it was Kusho who told Jhin your whereabouts, who to be sure followed Zed to where you were.

-Kayn has deep respect for you; You are the most important person for his teacher, so we can say that he contributes a lot to not letting you go out.

-After your kidnapping, Shen constantly thinks about your condition, knowing that you could be in danger.

-Zed sometimes thinks about the “mistake” he made by not being able to save you from Jhin the first time he took you, since he constantly blames himself for the damage you suffered that day.

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I LOVED TO MAKE THESE HEADCANONSSSS

(I didn't like the end of the comic btw)

Also, im working in others headcanons, maybe tomorrow is gonna be ready to upload it ;)

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[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

Can I request yandere emesis blue engineer and his brothers all pinning after somewhat oblivious s/o?

I love your writing, it's amazing! Have a good day and stay healthy.

Yesss , thank you so so so much my friend

Tw: general feelings of dread and anxiety, unknown captivity, chase sequence, obsession, threats?, mentions of inter dimensional travel, oblivious to doom. Pet names (sugar, darling)

Dell didn’t know what you thought of him, when you had met for the first, and only time you barely spoke. His parents had hosted a party, you were a prime guest. His parents had expected him to speak to you, but he wasn’t certain how special you were. Until you got to talking, he wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with him or if he was comfortable with you but in an instant you two seemed kindred. He was swept off his feet at the sheer amount of knowledge you had in your interests. Even more astonishing was the fact you were not only interested in his inventions but his hobbies too.

You’d convinced him to make you a drink that night. And when he made you an original you fell in love with it.

He swore he wouldn’t go another day without seeing that smile.

But fate is a cruel mistress.

You excused yourself an hour later, leaving the man alone again… then he got to wondering. He wandered around in search of you. He asked around for you and no one knew.

No one knew you existed.

He tried to find your parents but to no avail, he asked his brothers and they had no clue.

One thing was certain though, they all loved you.

Maynard remarked on the situation, how funny you were, and how you seemed to be more mindful of what was happening around you. Zed thought the same, but pointed out a fact the brothers had been avoiding.

You were gorgeous.

You were smart.

And you were sociable.

At least to them.

Their search was frantic, and even so they didn’t get what they wanted. You’d come in from out of town, your parents ran a artillery company, and you had a vested interest in sciences involving alternate universes.

That’s what they had to go off; they searched through every yellow page they could grab onto. Still, whenever they get they got a shred of evidence they gave up.

When they determined their search was fruitless they got to fanaticism.

The years went by.

Dell got stuck in a machine known as a trap to his family, and his brothers had to cope with the fact they’d only ever see him in short intervals.

You came before the loop started.

Some thing within Dell told him you were there before he knew. He felt an imbalance, an energy he’d been connected to. The energy field within the respawn made him privy to environmental changes. He felt the courses move around him, he wanted out… but he didn’t know why.

He was shocked when he felt you.

He could almost feel your touch against his arm as you dragged your hand along the side of the slaughterhouse. It was a sensation new to him, and almost completely unwelcome.

You’d changed… but not in a bad way.

Youd been found after years of searching. But in the least likely way. The news had a funny way of exposing those who would rather not be noticed. You were one who could go without the paparazzi. With all the news sources asking you about your new inheritance, you had to give your sense of mind. You remarked on your business branching out into the scientific field, offering to aid NASA in further scientific discovery.

This was a good place to start.

In all the Conagher Slaughterhouse was a known front for illegal experiments, and a past monolith in military grade, privatized weapons. Why any country would allow such a building was beyond you. And the men there were far stranger.

When you’d called and asked the owners about visiting the place they seemed far too excited for your liking. You thought of backing down out of instinct alone. But science called for this.

This place was a hotspot in scientific anomaly.

When the men answered the door you were taken aback. The country clothes seemed unbefitting for their titles. They were certainly Conaghers as their faces showed remarkable similarity to their fathers.

The taller of the two rubbed his neck, mouth agape before stuttering and facing his brother. He clearly- wasn’t good at words. “Um- hi.”

His deep voice echoed slightly in the cavernous area. The dark atmosphere made everything seem quieter… more eerie. The need to turn tail overtook you but you stilled yourself and faked a smile. You held out your hand right as the bickering started.

“UhM Hi!” The shorter one mocked, annoyingly. “Hi sugar, I’m sorry bout my brother. He don’t know too many manners.” He took your hand in his and attempted to kiss it before his brother caught him by the cheeks.

Much to your relief.

He seemed as flabbergasted as you were, granted you couldn’t see either of their eyes.

“I’m so sorry, we’re happy to have you here today. If you’ll excuse him, we’ve been anxious to have you around and he’s trying to lighten the mood.” The other shook his head in objection but you could tell but the quiet pained groan that the former squeezed harder.

He let him go and offered his hand to you.

“Maynard Conagher. This is my younger brother Zed.” Zed scoffed at his brother before smiling at you. “You ain’t have to call me that sugar, I go by a lot of names.”

“What exactly would you like me to call you then sir?” You asked bluntly, not taking the hint.

“Ooh! I like that, you can call me sir all youd-!” His brothers elbow came into harsh contact with his solar plexus. Making the younger wheeze in pain.

“Please excuse him.” Maynard said once again, you smiled at him. Still not understanding exactly what Zed was implying.

“It’s quite alright. Should we start the tour Mr. Conagher?” You turned towards the seething younger. “Sir?” His head perked up and he smiled, almost bashfully. He leaned against the door and gestured inwards.

“Right this way.”

The slaughterhouse was sweltering. After about an hours tour you found yourself needing to take a seat. Maynard went to fetch drinks for the three of you. You had to stay behind with his brother.

As you checked off areas on your clipboard you noticed Zed staring at you. And intense grin stayed on his shadowed face.

You waved awkwardly at him. He wiggled his fingers back at you. Not saying much.

You went to go look down at your board again before he pushed it down.

“Do you remember me?”

You looked back up in surprise, staring back up at the man. He smelled like beer and oil, and another something rancid that you would rather not place. As you searched your mind you couldn’t think of a damn thing. The stress you’d been put under lately was doing weird shit to your memory. You politely said no, smiling in hopes Zed would leave you alone.

He frowned, but backed off all the same.

He walked back with little reaction other than that. Instead he pulled a lighter from his pocket and flicked it open. You watched as the open flame danced in the stagnant atmosphere of the room. He shut it off and spun it again before speaking.

“I remember you.”

He said with a hushed tone.

“We. Remember you.” He corrected with a scowl.

“I’m sorry?” You questioned, curious on many fronts, but mostly due to the somber tone of his voice.

“You heard me,” Zed answered coolly, “you and I. We danced in my parents house, little over a decade ago. You said I was a good dancer, one of the best in the town of memory served me right. I take it You don’t dance much though. Too caught up in all them guns.”

He stood slowly, his postion across the room looming.

“You think you could drop in like a bombshell and expect not to make an impact sugar?” He took a couple steps forward. The action startled you, and you held a finger out.

“Can you stay there please? It’s already pretty hot in here and I’d rather not be much warmer.”

He sat where he stood, one leg up, and the other flat on the ground. He leaned into the propped one.

“Tell me. How many of us are there?”

You contemplated for a minute then had a strange epiphany.

“There’s supposed to be three.”

“That there is sugar.”

A chill ran down your spine, and on shaky legs you stood. A sick grin crawled on Zeds face as Maynard walked back with the drinks cheerfully. Zed stood stock straight in an instant and Maynard set the drinks on a nearby table in case he needed to bolt too.

“I’d follow your gut pretty thing.”

And with that you ran. Faster than you’d ever ran before. Pure adrenaline burst through your veins and you heard Zed shouting at his brother to go the opposite direction. You prayed there was a hallway that split in three. Despite your tour you felt hopelessly lost.

You passed several crates on your way past the entrances, and on one side you saw Maynard. His hand reached out, like he was trying to stop you. You continued striaght.

The heels of your feet never touched the damn ground. And you kept your back board straight. You prayed inwardly to anything that would listen that you’d could be saved. But then you were pushed.

Pushed directly into a room filled with boxes and an opening on the other side. The door behind you closed with a heavy thud, trapping your coat on the other side. You heard heavy breathing from the other doorway.

In a panicked state you flipped over, kicking the boxes in the process to slow your capture down. You backed up enough to hit a wall and that’s when the bright white light shattered.

The room was incased in darkness, and all that stood between you and doom was the smallest chance that the one you stared at was docile.

Behind the boxes you could hear a deeper voice, softer though. So you had to strain to hear.

“We spent so long lookin for you.” He said sadly. Like he was on the verge of tears. You heard his large frame slide against the wall to the floor. He pressed his hand to the box and spoke again.

“You know we spent dann near ten years trynna find you? I continued to learn the piano like you suggested, I learnt how to cook like you encouraged me to.” He sighed, and you could hear quiet sighs from beyond.

“It was one night that we saw you but we pleaded every night for you to come back to us. You just-“

You tuned him out, what was the point of hearing his speech out when you could be escaping?

You felt around for something behind you. A weapon, or a board, or something.

And you found something.

A cold draft covered your skin in goosebumps and you felt around further.

A grate.

A loose great.

It took a slight shift to pry it off the wall completely… and halfway across the room.

“And thats… what was that?” You heard panic in the voice there. Without a second thought you started to crawl through, hauling a box along with you to push behind and give you time if they got through.

“WERE …. DONT LET… FIND ONE THEN!” You heard bits and pieces of their conversation as you made your way through the air vent. You crawled along for what seemed like two minutes before you leaned unto your back and kicked the second grate.

In this room you felt the air change. No longer was it stuffy and hot, but it was cool, circulated.

And in the center stood something beautiful.

You stared at the glowing doorway like machine. Your eyes glittered with the flickering, almost magical portal opening. You stuck a hand through it then back out: your injuries on that hand seemed to vanish. You gasped.

This was incredible.

This was what you came here for. You chuckled, wondering what this would lead you to.

But the moment was short lived as the door opposite you was kicked in.

With little hesitation you jumped through the portal

Instead of being met with a new world… you were met with the soft greying ground before a bar.

Your brow furrowed in confusion, and you could hear voices above you.

Except you wondered if those were real.

Behind you was a long, long road. And before you was a welcoming building. And so you walked forward.

The bell above you chimed as you walked in, you took in the bold reds contrasted to harsh white lighting.

At the bar stood a man in a fine red suit. You blinked owlishly, trying to take in the situation. As you sat on a stool you saw him out his cup down.

“Mighty glad you could make it here dear.” He said casually before he pulled a brandy glass from under him. He filled the glass and turned to you with a smile.

You felt sick to your stomach.

“This one my families been working on for a while, why don’t you give it a try?”

Your head spun, and you tried to push yourself away from the bar, and towards the bathrooms. You fell and hit the forums shortly after standing howver.

“Aw, you look awful scared darlin’ something spook you?” The mans footsteps softly clicked over to you before you were brought into his arms. Your head tucked under his chin, his frame impossibly caging you.

“It’ll be alright, we’ve got eternity in here.”

#yandere Dell Conagher #yandere Dell Conagher x reader #yandere maynard conagher #yandere zed conagher #yandere emesis Blue

[elis-corner]

If requests are still open: yan!Zed, that’s all I have just yan!Zed. Go wild

Look at me, doing a request instead of homework!

I love Zed. That's all I gotta say.

DISCLAIMER. If you are, or know anyone, who is in a harmful relationship as such, please try and find a way out. It isn't safe or healthy. Love you all <3

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According to my calculations

‘Come on, Y/n. There’s nothing to be afraid of.’ Despite Zed’s gentle coaxing you refused to open your eyes. ‘I’m here to keep you safe. You trust me, right?’

You had. Being Zed’s friend you’d never felt in danger doing some stupid idea with him, be it trying to land an “S-tier water bucket” (as Scar calls them) or getting a bunch of villagers into holes. His enthusiasm was endearing, charming, loveable. Maybe it was that that made you fall for him. Maybe it was manipulation. At this point, you had no way to gauge the difference.

It was small things at first. Lingering touches, dirty jokes, lots and lots of mistakes you needed to pull him out of that seemed to take an age. Having him invite you on some adventure each day the second you woke up. Those times when you apologised and said you were busy which led to him ignoring you for a few days until he came back to ask for some help. It was worrying, and infuriating at times, and yet for some bizarre reason you agreed to spend some time at his base helping out.

One of the first lessons you’re taught as a child is to try and pick up on red flags. Possessive friend or partner? Red flag. Entirely reliant on you? Red flag. Offers you candy from the back of their white van? Are you really going to fall for that? And despite your brilliant common sense, somehow it didn’t register that Zedaph asking you to meet him in the mangrove swamp where the world border had once been, miles away from civilization, was a red flag.

And now, you were caught in his net.

‘Just open those eyes of yours and you’ll see that everything is fine,’ he chirped. ‘Everything is fine when I’m with you.’ He placed his hand gently on your chin, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. ‘Why don’t you trust me, Y/n? Don’t you love me? Can’t you see how perfect we are? I didn’t drag you here; I’m not the danger. No, you came right to me. Just think about it! We can base together until the season ends, far away from prying eyes. It’ll be perfect–just you and me, as it should be. You trusted me to save you when the moon was a threat, and as far as I’m concerned I still need to protect you.’

Your eyes did not open a crack. ‘From what? Zed? What is there to protect me from?’

He withdrew. ‘Zombies, skeletons, phantoms–you’ve had twelve deaths to them over the season, not including the time they lowered your health and then Impulse accidentally hit you.’ You could practically see the scowl spread over his features. ‘And the hermits. They’re a danger to you–to us. Nothing can happen when you’re alone with me.

‘Everything is according to my calculations.’

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[goosedoes-fics]

Madness Headcanons

Madcom x Reader

Content Warnings: I talk about tits a lot sorry. Also mentions of organ failure and transfem Tricky

Notes: Trying to get back into the writing groove. Sorry if this is shit

HANK J WIMBLETON

If you didn't know ASL before meeting them, they would communicate primarily with hand and head movements. He's too cool to use a notepad

Not a big fan of PDA, but in private he's quite affectionate and cuddly. theyre just a big ass guard dog cmon

Hank Motherfucker Wimbleton what are you doing here????? waiting for them to play gangnam styl.

DEIMOS

Transgenda

I like to imagine Dedmos's rock face works similarly to Hank's metal jaw. It's just a rock jaw. Rock lobster.

He is an ASSHOLE (affectionate)

The kind of person to like. Punch your shoulder when they laugh

Their ideal first date is stealing the declaration of independence

If you don't make him, he will go days without showering he is SO smelly anfd SO stinky. He has GREASY ASS HAIR i just know it

SANFORD

If Hank is a guard dog he's one of those goofy dogs that look like bear cubs

VERY big fan of PDA he will smooch you anywhere. everywhere. any time any place any day

He takes missions more seriously than Deimos but outside of missions he is just a big fat goofball

I'm going to place my hands directly on his man tits. anyways where was I

He lost his nipples in The War

I'm kidding. He lost them during top surgery.

At this point i'm aiming the transgenderification beam at all of them. nobody is safe. BE TRANSGENDER

DOC

Sometimes he wears his hair down and it's like a mullet w/ shaved sides

Out of all of them he's the most adverse to PDA but! In private he is very sweet. very silly

Hey are you okay with being tested on? Yeah? Cool will you drink this organ failure potion I brewed

Plays the piano sometimes! He might serenade you if you ask nicely

TRICKY

BE TRANSGENDER. (shoots her with my transfem beam)

Yeah so he/she bigender Tricky is real. Krinkels told me himself

He is like a big weird dog as well. He might lick your face (don't let him zed spit is slightly acidic)

Probably likes PDA the most. She will make out with you very grossly and sloppily in the middle of McDonalds

Very soft very fluffy. Which is surprising considering how many times he's died

His tail is somewhat prehensile, he could dangle from a tree branch if he tried hard enough

CHURCH AND JORGE

They are very good at sharing!

Sorry not sorry yandere enjoyers but they would NOT kill someone for looking at you they would be like haha yeah everyone should look at our awesome fucking partner theyre so cool and hot

Sometimes they forget how big they are compared to you so they might try to like flop over on you. Pigpile on the small one

Very prone to roughhousing and play fighting but they'll be gentle if you ask

BEEFY BOYS 😍

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[5eraphim]

Just saw ur lovely request are open once again,but I want to see some headcanons between zed and maynard when you- a former mercenary that left the war- comes back to check on the team- only to be terrified and creeped out by the surroundings.

And upon exploring inside- you find yourself to get lost upon the building..and when you saw a resemblance of your old teammate; engineer you couldn't help but be relieved..in a hurry you went over to him- and began to ramble and talk to him in worry..however you noticed something was off by the way he acts..he doesn't seem to know you..he seems surprised.. and when you call him dell- he even chuckles as if he finds it funny..

He offers you to go somewhere else- saying it's not safe- being lost and naive- you follow- making him actually lead you deeper inside.

You used to work here- why did this place suddenly became complex for you to wander around?

But then suddenly an another engineer appears and you panicked, raising your only weapon up towards them, but the engineer beside you stops you- taking the gun away from you.

You became confused- telling him there's an enemy right in front of you and he just laughs. You hear the supposed enemy engineer ask who you are- calling the engineer you first met- maynard and you became more confused and panicked as you realizes that this guy wasn't the same engineer you worked with.. and well.. this rambling could go even further with them trapping you inside the conagher slaughter house.

I 100% forgot you wanted this "headcanons" style, and drafted the entire oneshot before I Realized. I hope that's alright with you! Thank you so much for the request, I really hope you enjoy.

Title: Where He Once Stood

Characters: Maynard and Zed (Emesis Blue)

Rating: M (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: Reader is gender neutral, x reader, implied forced intimacy, power imbalance, deceptive abduction, slight amnesia, yandere

Word Count: 3.7k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

"The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved." (Jeremiah 8:20)

"Even blood washes out, or you can fill your mouth with things that hide the taste." Sophie MacKintosh, Excerpt from "Cursed Bread"

You thought you knew your way around this place; you'd been around these parts plenty of times before. Sure, some years had passed, but that didn't explain how utterly lost you felt wandering Dustbowl. You ditched the war ages ago to find your own way in life, and you were content with that. It wasn't until recently that you decided you wanted to catch up with your closest friend from your time serving, Dell. 

As a Sniper, you didn't interact much with the Engineer, but it wasn't your time on the battlefield you remembered fondly. It was his warmth and kindness at the end of the day, how excited you would get meeting up with him and the rest of the team for breakfast every day, despite knowing the grim work in store for you later in the day, and all the other moments of levity during such a dark time in your life. He was a good man, much too good to be stuck fighting the war.

The flashlight's beam did little to cut through the intense darkness overhead, and you could tell rain was due any minute now. You expected navigation would be tricky, but this was absolutely futile. The longer you wandered, the more your brain fog intensified, making you feel like a small child lost in the dark looking for their mother, jumping at shadows and fearing the sound of wind whipping overhead was the voices of ghosts.

Mindlessly, you fiddled with the strap securing your rifle to your body. Passing by a reflective window, you did a double take, catching your reflection. Looking down, you realized you were in your old Sniper's uniform. You could've sworn you came here dressed in civilian clothes when you departed, but frustratingly, you couldn't remember for sure.

In the distance, thunder rumbled, the storm was closing in, and you needed to find your way to proper shelter. Feeling a light rain against your face, you picked up the pace, trying to find any signs of life nearby, and to your immense relief, after rounding what felt like the hundredth nondescript dark corner, you spotted a light on, and could just make out the blurry details of Dell's old workshop. Running closer, you smiled, seeing the silhouette of someone inside tinkering away. It just had to be Dell!

As you sped closer and got a better look at the workshop, annoyed slightly by the fogged glass obscuring your vision keeping you from seeing inside, but you were too excited to see him again to care much.

Knocking on the door, you yelled, "Dell, open up!"

Watching a silhouette draw closer to the door, you were confused as he stalled for a moment, "Dell, will you let me in! It's freezing out here!"

The door creaked open, and Dell stood stiffly, without hesitating; you wrapped both arms around him, hugging as close as you could, almost sobbing with happiness after finally finding a familiar face around here.

"It's good to see you again! I missed you so much!"

Awkwardly, he patted your back and returned the hug before pulling away, staring at you with an almost blank look. "Sniper?"

Forcing a smile, you tried to ignore how uneasy he was acting, "C'mon Dell, it's me- we fought together for years. Don't tell me you've forgotten already?"

With an odd look on his face, he nodded, a strange smile spread across his face, "Course I remember ya, that's right- it's me, your ol' buddy Dell. It's been a while since I saw your face- whatcha doin' 'round here?"

He was acting weird, but it had been so long since he'd seen you face to face, and you didn't want to say anything. As he let you inside, you couldn't ignore the mess around the workshop. Dell could get buried in his work more than anyone you knew, but he was never so sloppy before. Beer cans littered tables, cigarettes piled over in ashtrays, and countless grease stains streaked across the tables and walls. You had to force yourself to keep from recoiling at the smell of stale air and debris. Seeing your old comrade out of uniform was odd, even if he still dawned the hard hat and goggles. Did he get taller after the war? You wondered but didn't want to ask out loud.

He noticed your staring, even if you were too meek to say anything definitive. With a hearty laugh, he pulled you into a crushing bear hug, "Good to see ya again, partner. It's been awful quiet 'round these parts lately."

You wanted to pull up a chair and catch up, but you couldn't forget the nightmarish terrain you crossed to get here. Pushing away from the hug, biting your lower lip nervously, you spoke, "Dell, I think something's up. We gotta get out of here."

Dell didn't seem to notice how bleak things were outside his shop. "This ol' place? I've been living under this roof since day one… It ain't been that long since you ditched the war." He gave you a cheeky smile, "Don't tell me you've already forgotten this place."

He was right. Objectively, you were fighting in the war just a few years ago, and there was no reason for you to have already forgotten so much. It didn't make any sense. Too insecure about the bizarre amnesia and brain fog to confess to either, you didn't respond, watching Dell cautiously nodding. Dell sighed, "I'm a might busy now, but I can walk with you for a while; I reckon I can take one night off. Help ya outta here an' all."

Stepping away a bit, you expected Dell to lead you back outside, but to your surprise, he drew further into the workshop, bringing you to the door attaching the shop to the rest of the warehouse. He opened the door, holding it open for you as you paced onward. It didn't make sense to you that this could be the way out, but Dell was your friend, and you trusted him. And it wasn't like you had any better ideas.

The two of you shuffled forward in a slightly awkward silence, you couldn't ignore how different everything looked from how you remembered it. How could everything have fallen into disrepair so fast? Windows were shattered, and walls were fractured by massive cracks, it was like the place had been abandoned for at least a decade. Things were run down, broken, and you tried not to consider the possibility you'd somehow stumbled onto enemy territory. You reasoned it was only a matter of time before you saw something you remembered, and if it were the enemy base, surely you'd have gotten yourself shot by now.

Dell broke the silence, "You came all this way to see me. You still talkin' with the others? Any idea how they're holdin' up?"

He sounded so disinterested; it was hard to imagine someone like him hadn't kept up with the others back home, if there was one person to be "a friend to all", it was Dell."I'm not so sure, actually. It's been getting quieter and quieter on their end… I just- I uh, really wanted to come and see you before you went silent too…"

Dell looked over his shoulder to smile at you, but this was an expression you'd never seen from him before. "Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing." Something was seriously off with him, but you couldn't put your finger on it.

You were so unsettled you didn't know how to respond, keeping your head down and hands mindlessly fumbling with your gun strap, trying to hold onto the hope this would all be over soon.

"To get outta here, we're gonna cross someone who don't take kindly to trespassers. But hold my hand, and I promise I'll getcha through." He extended his un-gloved hand for you to take, a kind gesture, but not one you were too thrilled to accept.

Raising an eyebrow, you responded, "If it's just one guy, I think I can defend myself just fine." As you spoke, you tapped the tip of the rifle strapped to your back with your fingernail. 

Dell looked like he was trying to stifle a laugh, "Buddy, don't wanna do that, trust me. Ya ain't gonna win a quick draw against him." Once again, he extended his hand palm-up for you to take, which you reluctantly accepted. To your slight relief, Dell's hands were at least as warm as you remembered. It wasn't much, but you found it comforting.

You were thankful Dell didn't try to rush. Matching your feeble pace and walking close enough beside, you could almost feel his hip pressed against your own. "Is it Spy? Is he still around?" 

Dell snickered, "Nope."

You continued walking by his side for a while without saying anything. Listening to the sound of your own footsteps against the creaking floor, trying to ignore the other noises of the house. The rain pattering against the windows, which rattled in the wind. Even creepier, you couldn't ignore the unidentifiable sounds from below the floorboards, sounding almost like someone moaning in pain. You could've sworn you could hear whispers coming from behind the dark corners, but you knew there was no way anyone else was around. Inner reason told you it was just your mind playing tricks on you, but you couldn't help but whip your head toward the voices to catch someone there, but no one ever was.

If Dell could hear the moans of pain or the hushed voices, he didn't say anything. As you walked, he ran his thumb in soft, slow circles against the back of your hand to try and comfort you. He hummed a little under his breath as though trying to minimize the creepiness of the place.

When you were about to ask how much longer until you found a way out, Dell stopped at another door. Remarkably sturdy looking and well-maintained compared to the shabbiness of the rest of the house. Given how heavy and industrial it appeared, it hardly resembled a door, looking more like the entrance to a bank vault. "This is it. He's right in 'ere. Don't let him scare ya. He's all bark and no bite… Sort of."

You were too tense to ask precisely what he meant by that, giving him a single nod in response, pressing your lips together into a hard line, tightening your grip against his hand. Stealing your resolve with a deep breath, you had no idea what lay in wait behind the door, but you were ready to tackle it head-on if it meant getting out. Pulling a tarnished silver key from his top pocket, Dell unlatched the door, stealing a quick glance your way before pushing the heavy door open. 

You weren't ready to see what was behind that door, let alone confront him. The sight of another Engineer covered in fresh blood, chunks of carnage clinging to his overalls, and cleaning his tools, which were just as drenched in gore as he was, made you lock up with fear. The smell of carnage and motor oil almost made you wretch, and it took all your strength to keep from covering your eyes or screaming. 

Two Engineers at the same base was confusing enough, but seeing one of them drenched in blood off the battlefield made you even more horrified. They both looked so much like Dell, but you knew with a sinking realization neither of these men were the Engie you knew and cared for. The other Engineer looked up at his twin, only then noticing he wasn't alone. "Who the hell is that?"

He shot up from his seat, ready to dart in your direction. Instinctively, you drew your weapon and were prepared to aim at the other Engineer. Your hands shook badly, and you knew you'd miss him if you tried to fire, even at such a close range. 

Before you could even raise the crosshairs to your eye, you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder, pulling you protectively closer to his body, effortlessly yanking you from your weak stance, speaking in a louder but not quite aggressive voice. "Hey, easy there- don't do anything stupid now. We're just here to talk."

You weren't sure if he was talking to you or the other Engineer, but thankfully, he stopped where he was, keeping one hand planted on the gun attached to his belt. "Don't do anything stupid? Maynard! What the hell are you doin' bringin' someone up here!?"

Confusion slowly began to dwarf your fear. Keeping a tight hold on your gun, you lowered it a little more, whispering under your breath, glancing at the man beside you out of the corner of your eye, "Maynard?"

Despite the hostile situation, he grinned and winked, "Charmed to make your acquaintance, partner."

The other Engineer was far less amused. "Maynard, answer me! You got a hell of a lotta explainin' to do, brother!" It was too dark to see his face, as though you could even really see him under the hard hat and glasses, but his voice was more than enough to make you go stunned and silent.

All rational was gone. You could only think about getting out of this awful place. You tried to turn on your heel and break from Maynard's grip, but he was even stronger than he looked, keeping you effortlessly pinned in place.

A pair of bulky arms hugged you from behind, wrapping around your belly, pulling you securely against a chest broader than you remembered Dell's being. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck prickle as you were forced to fully realize how close the stranger was and how far away from safety you were. 

Sure, you were scared before, but Dell was your best friend, and you'd follow him anywhere, but this wasn't Dell, and now you were in the clutches of something much more nefarious than you had expected.

Leaning close to whisper in your ear, you heard the stranger speak, "You weren't runnin' away on me now, were you? You wouldn't leave me all alone in here, would ya, darlin'? And here I thought we were getting along so well." His hug from behind tightened noticeably as he hissed that last part into your ear, crushing the air from your lungs. Your eyes widened, watching the other Engineer stalking closer. He looked so much like Dell, but you knew this wasn't him, the similarities making him all the more terrifying. The other Engineer didn't once take his hand from his gun, but at least he wasn't yelling anymore. "The hell are you doing here? Just who the hell-"

Maynard raised one hand to silence the other Engineer, who complied through grit teeth, and you could only imagine the enraged look on his face under his goggles. 

"Relax, Zed, this one is harmless-"

Zed fumed, "Don't tell me to relax, you lazy bastard! You bring a surprise visitor this deep into the house with a gun pointed at my head! And you want me to relax!?"

You paled, listening to Zed confirm what you'd feared all along. You weren't being led the way out. You were following blindly even deeper into enemy territory, brought all the way into his den without even trying to fight back. You couldn't even call it your old base anymore. Where you stood now was his turf. Any pathetic, fleeting hope of escaping this bizarre place vanished the instant the words left Zed's mouth. Tears of hopelessness stung your eyes, threatening to spill as you heard Maynard's deep, unsettling laughter rumbling behind you. Too scared to move much on your own, you managed to buck forward suddenly, wriggling free as his arm detached from around you, forcing you to support yourself with shaking knees, holding your rifle to your chest with white knuckles, breathing rapidly. 

Maynard took a half-step away and smiled reassuringly before extending a hand your way. In a faux-soothing voice, though with a note of condescension, as though he were speaking to a small child, "You heard the man. Hand it over." 

The mere sight of Zed standing close by, staring you down with complete vitriol, made you hesitate. Your situation was hopeless; anyone could see that trying to hold onto your gun would likely give you more trouble than anything else, but still, you were too scared out of your mind to think clearly. 

Seconds passed like hours as Maynard stared at you with that creepy smile, "Don'tcha want this all over with? Just hand me the gun, buddy. That's all ya gotta do." You looked back between Zed and Maynard like a hunted animal.

"C'mon now, Don't make me take it from you," Maynard warned, sounding a little too excited to enforce his own threat. Swallowing the lump in your throat, with unsteady hands, you complied, turning over your only means of defense to the stranger. Your sniper rifle was more than a gun. It was an extension of yourself, and handing it away felt like a severe betrayal.

Without a second thought, the Texan smiled, accepting your weapon into his own hands, holding the thing carefully in his hands, and seeming to admire the firearm before smashing it into the cement wall beside him. The sound of metal against cement rang out like a gunshot, making you yelp, watching your precious gun get smashed to pieces. 

Maynard took a few more good swings against the wall before dropping the battered rifle to the ground, giving it a steel-toed stomp for good measure, beaming at the sound of metal breaking apart and shattering beneath his foot. 

Maynard looked at Zed with an almost chipper smile, "See, gun's gone now. I told ya that one's harness, didn't I?" Unable to look away, you stared down at your poor gun, not even flinching as Maynard slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you back into his chest.

Zed appeared unphased by the brutal display, nodding at the sight of the broken weapon, at last moving his hand from his holster, crossing his arms over his chest. "I see. But I wanna know why you brought a hostage all the way up here. I know we got more than enough room in the bunkers-"

Maynard interrupted, squeezing you a little tighter, "Not a hostage. A guest, this one's an old friend of Dell's." Turning his head to face you, uncomfortably close, Maynard asked, "Dell ever mentioned he had brothers to ya before?"

You winced hearing his name. You didn't want to upset your captors more than they were, but you honestly had no idea what was happening, so you shook your head.

Maynard sighed, "Looks like our baby brother didn't spend much time missin' the folks back home. Typical youngest sibling', he thinks just cuz he's the golden child, he can leave the rest of us behind."

You were almost too scared to ask; you just had to know. "Dell is still alive… Isn't he?"

Maynard frowned, "Well, he ain't come our way in a long time. But I know he's out there. He'll be back soon… An' I know you'll be good an' help welcome him home, won'tcha?" While he spoke, his fingers began to drum over your shoulder, playing with the fabric of your shirt between his fingertips. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Zed watching you like a hawk, not moving from his position several paces away, likely still ready to blow your head off at a moment's notice.

Trying your hardest not to let him see how his touch made you shudder, you mumbled, "How long? How much longer till he's back?"

Maynard sighed, shrugging, "Well, tough to say for sure. We've been waitin' on a visit for ages now, but ya never know with him."

Your face fell, and your head dropped forward, not wanting to give Maynard the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Ruffling the top of your head with his gloved hand, he muttered, "Hey now, don't cry, it won't be so bad. We'll keep you nice and safe. I always did like a little company around here."

Maynard looked past you to talk to Zed, "Just give us a few. I'll get 'em settled in and be back to work."

Zed huffed but didn't say anything to stop his brother, allowing him to walk past where he stood to the hallways connecting personal quarters to the den. As he passed the threshold out of the den, Maynard laughed a little to himself, "Yeah, sorry 'bout him. He's always a lil' cranky 'round strangers."

If that was Zed being cranky, you didn't want to know what he looked like when he was really pissed. It wasn't long until Maynard stopped at another doorway at the end of the hall, which creaked harshly when pushed open. 

So this was where he was leading you all along, his bedroom. Somewhere so deep in the heart of the house, you didn't have a prayer of finding your own way out. You let Maynard lead you to his bed. He sat you down on the blanket, drinking in the scared look on your face with great satisfaction. 

"I gotta take care of a few more things, but I want ya to stay here; keep the bed nice and warm for me. I'll be back before ya know it."

You didn't say anything, too disgusted to even look him in the eye, but you could hear him chuckling at your adorable stubbornness, "What's the matter, partner? Got nothing to say?"

Still refusing to look at him, you mumbled. "You were never going to take me home. You lied to me."

Using his human hand, Maynard brushed the side of your cheek with the pad of his thumb, curling his other hand beneath your chin to tilt your head up to look at him.

"I promised to get you outta the workshop. I never promised to take ya home. But hey, it's gonna be ok, darlin', Don'tcha see? You are home now."

Biting your lower lip to keep from sobbing, you could feel your face trembling to keep the tears in, "This can't be real. This has gotta be a dream…"

Maynard leaned down to kiss your head, muttering, "Ya really think this is all some dream, huh? That's cute. Go on and hold onto that hope while ya can. Ya ain't gonna have much hope left after I've had my way with ya."

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Could you write some general yandere Hoffnar x reader headcanons? I love your writing - ASB Anon

Hey there ASB! I figured it’s waaay past due to have a yandere set for Hofnarr, especially with how ancient this request is lol. I hope these are to your liking. <3 :)

General Yandere Dr. Hofnarr Headcanons

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Implied Violence)

Hofnarr remembers the day you met very well, even if it wasn't particularly notable for you. You’re one of many scientists within the Nexus Core, though you were known for being a rare "jack of all trades" in what you studied. Dissonance, S-3LFs, Zeds, everything that the Nexus could possibly be working with, you had an interest in. Naturally, you were routinely assigned to help out other departments because of this, which led you right to him.

Hofnarr wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but that foolish misconception fell away the very moment you locked eyes with him, and he was struck by the heat of your gaze and the sheer beauty you possessed. You're just so pretty; everything from the way your lips curved up in a grin as you greeted him to the ethereal sound of your voice just struck him in a way that was incomparable to anything else. For a moment he thought that he'd inhaled a chemical fume or something; the pronounced reaction from him was such a wonderment that he knew he'd have to find out everything more about you, if only to satiate this sudden, all-encompassing interest in you.

(He didn't even realize how odd this sudden craving for information about you was; all he knew was that it suddenly became vital to him to know you better than anything he'd ever studied. He wanted to be more in tune with your thoughts, needs and wants than you yourself were. Luckily he's more than patient to take on this task of having you as his greatest research subject yet. With how much he stares now, it's already the case.)

It's just that Hoffnar had never felt like that when meeting anyone before; the rush of warm emotion that overwhelmed him and the sudden feeling of self-consciousness that made his face burn and his neck itch was something completely new to him. His heart never skipped a beat or three upon simply getting someone's name, and nor did he ever catch himself grinning stupidly whenever his own rolled off someone else's tongue. You really were something special, he could tell.

He prayed his palm wasn’t too clammy when you shook his hand, and he could feel his face burning with every glance you took at him. (Later he realized that it was because of your sheer perfection, of course, along with his new-found love. He was but a fool then, unable to recognize how he truly felt about you. He's so much wiser now.)

While you probably reflected on your meeting with the head of the Divergence project as a positive move for your career, and perhaps the start of a good working relationship with one of the nicer higher-ups, Hofnarr knew that it meant something more. You had no idea that the man himself was already planning for you to get far closer than what regulations would allow. Not like he cared about them now when there was so much at stake.

And so was the catalyst of Hofnarr's rather intense infatuation with you. (Though knowing what he'd do as it progressed, this is an understatement.)

Hofnarr shows his sudden obsession with affection for you in a myriad of ways, though most of them aren't that on the nose. To you, anyway. For one, you'll never find yourself wanting for anything you could ever need - both work related and otherwise.

Your station is always filled with the specific supplies you need, and even if you're positive you clocked out without restocking or ordering anything, it's all there when you return the next day. The same can be said for the random cups of coffee that appear on your desk when you least expect them, all perfectly made to your taste, accompanied by your favorite snack when you skip lunch. Sometimes you even find flowers, though the reason why one of your coworkers thought to leave them escapes you. The Nexus Core wasn't one for friendly gestures.

It doesn't matter that you don't know who's responsible for it or that you can't recall actually telling anyone what your preferred snacks and flowers were; the pleased look of surprise from you when you see them is enough thanks for Hofnarr (who gazes longingly at you from across the room all the time - to see your reaction, of course). Although, he will admit that he silently delights in overhearing you laugh with your coworkers about some "magical fairy godmother" or something that keeps helping you out.

(You really just thought you were being forgetful until you drew a few marks on your current bottles of chemicals and confirmed that they were replaced the next day. You didn't know who did it, but you guessed you should grateful since it made your job a lot easier. You even brought it up to your boss when he made a round and asked how you were (something he does pretty often compared to your previous supervisors, now that you think about it). Though, Dr. Hofnarr seemed weirdly pleased when you mentioned your thoughtful helper's gifts. Perhaps he's just happy that his assistants were getting along. It's the Nexus, so that makes sense.)

However, the thought of it being a gesture of simple goodwill was disproved when you found a letter addressed to you. And then another a week later. And another the day after that.

You assumed the first had been a report or something else that you'd have to sign off on, maybe some data that needed reviewing. But when you opened it, instead of numbers or anything related to divergence, you were met with compliments. The small words of affection spoke of just how wonderful the writer thought you were, and how much you've brightened up their life by simply being. All were laced with mentions of your impressive intellect and nods to how admirable you were. It was genuinely kind praise that made your face heat when you read it and was clear the writer had put a lot of thought and effort into it too; the handwriting was elegant, albeit unrecognizable to you (purposely, but you couldn't know that), and the prose almost beautiful as the writer spoke of just of how...perfect of a person they knew you were.

(You didn't know what to make of it, and your disbelief only grew with each note. As did your suspicion when they started mentioning things about you that seemed very...well, unfounded. Love letters were one thing, but outright fantasies of a future marriage were another. You decided to keep the matter to yourself, as it was more than possible that your boss wouldn't be too happy about employees fraternizing on the job like this. Besides, it was unprofessional.)

Dr. Hofnarr much prefers to keep what you have private (hence the letters and secret gifts), not only because he's still trying to figure out how to best reveal his true feelings for you in person, but also because he knows the sort of blow-back relationships like yours can have. The Nexus Core might be filled with scientists, but he's well aware that no one else would be able to understand this connection you have with each other, as budding as it may be.

Hofnarr fears for your safety more than the other possible consequences of your love, and the last thing he'd want is for everyone to think that you're attempting to climb the ladder by manipulating him or something to that effect. Keep in mind, while the man has no qualms with taking care of any issues that pop up, he'd much rather keep you out of harm's way entirely. You're the first person he's ever felt so strongly for - his first love, in a way - and he'd do anything to protect you. No matter how bloody it might end up.

However, despite all of his best attempts, the way his behavior changes around you is anything but secret. You didn't notice his odd mannerisms (and rather obsessive actions) because you hadn't been there for very long, but his other scientists certainly did.

Obviously, someone had to be the one to fulfill all those orders he puts in for you, and while it did make them slightly suspicious that he's doing this for you only, they could excuse it with something about how he just wanted you to feel welcome. What they couldn't wipe away was everything else he did around you, and knowing the breadth of Hofnarr's thing for you, it was a lot.

Aside from the obvious lovesick gazes, or him just happening to be in your immediate area, his own physical behaviors change when you're simply in his range of view as well.

Now Hofnarr isn't exactly the most agile grunt by any means, but his clumsiness really reaches a new level whenever you’re around. It seems like every time you’re within a few meters of him he can’t keep his grip on anything, dropping and fumbling with his pens (and important tech, to the others' absolute horror) whenever he suddenly sees you. Even worse is his full-on stumbling and falling, usually because he was too busy staring at you to look where he was going.

(He goes red when you crouch down to help him pick up his things, even apologizing for startling him when there’s no need for you to. It was he who was distracted by your beauty, and you certainly couldn't help that. But even so, you’re so sweet and considerate to him that he can't take it. Even if you thought of it as pure courtesy alone, Hofnarr makes a mental note of every time you help him. It shows you care, and that means more to him than anything. Perhaps it's a sign that you're growing to like him too? He hopes so.)

The other scientists know that this happens because of you - it was obvious - but it's not like they could do anything about it. They wouldn’t dare interfere, not after the stony-eyed look Dr. Hofnarr gave them at the mere suggestion that you be placed in another department away from him.

(Especially when the unfortunate assistant who mentioned it ended up with some rather gruesome chemical burns because of an accident, which then resulted in them being let go from the project. While Hofnarr openly mourned the disappearance of a promising scientist, the others took note to be a bit more tight-lipped around him. Lest their own projects blow up in their faces for some unknown reason one day.)

Naturally, if Hofnarr’s underlings know anything about his feelings for you, then his closest colleague does as well, that being one Dr. Christoff. In fact, it would be impossible for him not to know, since he’s the one Hofnarr speaks to the most about you. Hofnarr isn’t aware of how much time he spends openly gushing over you, but it makes up a bulk of their conversations at this point.

The scientist is always extremely proud of your achievements, and will happily list off and explain every little detail you report to him about your own findings when exploring the topic of divergence. Even if they’re things he already guessed or may have considered before, it’s like you breathe new life into the topics, and having you there makes him even more excited to explore them. It shows in how animated he gets over it; he seems to light up whenever he has something new to sing praises over. (Which is absolutely anything you do that day, unfortunately for Jeb.)

However, while Hofnarr’s off in his own world fawning over you and your work while explaining how you’ve made his life so much better, Christoff finds himself growing concerned. Jebus is aware that you’re a competent scientist, you wouldn’t be here working for Hofnarr if you weren’t, but the grunt made it seem like you could move mountains and turn dirt to gold if only you wanted to. It’s a bit naive of Hofnarr, but Jeb supposes that’s just how it is when you’re infatuated with someone (not like he would know).

What’s more worrying to him is just how far this crush on you actually goes, because the details Hofnarr gives are extensive. Very extensive. It may have started with just work things, but every so often he throws in a few extra lines about how pretty you are and how your eyes light up when he gives you things without your knowledge. This quickly progresses to him discussing details about your past that he finds interesting; who your classmates were when you attended college and what they’re doing now, and details about your family and friends. They were topics Christoff was sure he shouldn’t know about at all, not as a boss and not even as someone with a more romantic interest in someone.

However, at Hofnarr's oddly defensive behavior when he tries to subtly confront him on why the hell he knows so much about you, he just decides to drop it. Christoff isn’t usually one to back down from confrontation, but the strangely unsettling gaze Hofnarr pinned on him during that conversation made him feel uncomfortable enough to do it, for his own sake. (Though he does make a note to inquire as to how you're doing if he the time.)

In reference to the actual work his division does, Hofnarr always looks to you when delivering a new objective for everyone to aim towards, eager to see your reaction and if you’re as excited as he hoped you’d be. Furthermore, he always goes to you first to mention any success that he’s had with his divergence project, even before Christoff. He wanted, no, needed your approval; for you to like the work that he was putting in made all of the stress and sleepless nights worth it.

(In reality, you found it rather confusing that your new boss had decided to tell you about your branch’s successes personally. However, scientists always seemed to be a bit quirky, and who knows, maybe he just wanted the thoughts of someone new. Fresh perspectives were valuable sometimes, so you can understand.)

Hoffnar's work for the Nexus Core began with the intention of scientific discovery and making things better for Nevada's denizens, but now he finds that his main motivation is to make the world better for you. Meanwhile, you have no idea that your polite head scientist was an absolute lovesick fool for you, even as he blushed and stuttered when you merely locked eyes and said a few words to greet him, and almost shook when you got to close.

However, he was content with this arrangement, for now. He has all the time in the world now that he has you so close, and while it might be a pain to come up with reasons to keep you there with him when you might try to apply for work with Dr. Crackpot’s Plan Zed or Dr. Christoff’s Sleepwalker Program, he's smart enough to find some. All that matters is that you're by his side so he can study you and your mannerisms and plan the perfect confession that you deserve.

Just so long as everyone knows to stay out of his way as this relationship between you progresses, everything will go smoothly. (And he doesn't quite like what he thinks he'd do if they ever did. He's usually not a violent man, but he can be.)

You'll both be together soon enough, and with how often Hofnarr stalks observes you, he knows how to truly make you happy. And you will be. You'll see.

#tw: yandere #Jeb seeing Hof become unhealthily obsessed with you: #'That's really weird. None of my business though.' #hofnarr x reader #yandere hofnarr #hofnarr #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #yandere madness combat #yandere madcom #asb anon #my writing #a day late but it is what it is ig

[saey707]

My Masterlist (❁⸝⸝ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈⸝)✧

This is a compiled list of all of my current works! Since I haven't written many champions quite yet, you can find my works based on their category. You can find the list below!

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Index ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

➣ Requests ➣ Yandere Legends ➣ Sentence Starters ➣ Free Writes / Open Prompt ➣ Personal Works / OC Pieces

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Notes:

I have placed a heart right next to every piece. Female reader works will be colored pink, and gender-neutral reader works will be colored green. Any male reader works will be blue. I have also placed a 🔞 next to every smut piece (finally!).

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　requests　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

💚 → Arcane Jayce tries to win you over with his inventions [Arcane Jayce x Oblivious! Reader]

💚 → You meet Viktor and go on a date with him (Bonus: You are Deaf!) [Viktor x Disabled! Reader]

💚 → Sett and you play fight [Sett x Fighter! Reader]

💚 → Gwen goes on adventures with you [Gwen x Mercenary/Adventurer! Reader]

🩷 → Your relationship with the big red meanie Aatrox [Aatrox x Reader]

💚 → You are an artist and your partner (Jayce/Shen) is your muse (ft. SFW and NSFW sections!) [Jayce x Artist! Reader & Shen x Artist! Reader]

💚 → Your relationship with Lux [Lux x Knight! Reader]

🩷 → You have a huge crush on Ezreal but he's too much of a blockhead to notice you adore him [Oblivious! Ezreal x Reader]

🩷 → Aatrox "cooks" for you [Chef! Aatrox x Reader]

💚 → Your relationship with Akali [Akali x Reader]

🩷 → You are an android that remembers what it's like to be human again with Viktor (Includes: How you meet, your romance, and Viktor's Glorious Evolution!) [Viktor x Android! Reader]

🩷 -> Your relationship with Yasuo [Yasuo x Reader]

💚 -> You are a tailor and love making Gwen clothes [Gwen x Reader]

💚🔞 -> You grow distant from your girlfriend Leona [Yandere! Leona x Reader]

💚 -> You are a gentle soul and Yone doesn't think you can survive on your own [Yandere! Yone x Reader]

🩷 -> Your relationship with Neeko [Neeko x Reader]

🩷🔞 -> Thresh wants to preserve your mortal innocent [Spirit Blossom Thresh x Reader]

💚 -> Akali, Shen, and Zed as your lover (Individual Headcanons) [Akali x Reader, Shen x Reader, & Zed x Reader]

🩷 -> You have low self-esteem and Viego tries to make you see your worth and beauty [King! Viego x Reader]

💚 -> Wholesome summer headcanons with Yone [Yone x Reader]

💚 -> Which Noxian yandere? [Yandere Swain x Reader]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　all things heartsteel!　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

💚🔞 → Submissive Kayn headcanons [Kayn x Reader]

💚 → A day in with a rockstar/popstar! [Kayn x K/DA! Reader]

💚 → Kayn gets kicked out of his old band and you comfort him [Kayn x Reader]

💚 → You have self-harm tendencies and Kayn can't help but worry about you [Kayn x Reader]

🩷🔞 → Kayn admires the marks you left all over him the night prior [Kayn x Reader]

🩷🔞 → Discord Convo pics of a conversation between MC and Kayn

💚 → How Aphelios shows affection towards you [Aphelios x Reader]

🩷 → Discord Convo pics of a conversation between MC and Aphelios

💚 → Kayn feels like his crush is one-sided and is jealous of the others [Kayn x Reader]

💚 → Toxic boyfriend Kayn [Kayn x Reader]

💚 → Boyfriend Sett headcanons [Sett x Reader]

🩷🔞 → Kayn is obsessed with your boobs headcanons [Kayn x Reader]

💚 → You and Yone are penpals and have a chance encounter one day [Yone x Reader]

🩷🔞 → Ezreal is inexperienced and insecure but wants to be intimate with you [Ezreal x Reader]

💚 → Aphelios worships your body [Aphelios x Chubby! Reader]

💚 → Jealous and possessive Kayn headcanons [Kayn x Reader]

💚 → You and Yone sing together [Yone x Reader]

🩷 → Kayn wants to prove he can provide for you and your unborn child [Kayn x Pregnant! Reader]

🩷 → You and Sett collab! [Sett x Designer! Reader]

🩷🔞 → Paranoiac: You make a "home video" with 3 Heartsteel boys [(Yone & Kayn & Ezreal) x Reader]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　yandere singles　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🩷 → Viego

🩷 → Seraphine

💚 → Yone

💚🔞 → Jhin

💚 → Viego (2)

🩷🔞 → Viktor

💚 → Yone (2)

🩷 -> Yone (3)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　kinktober 2023　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

🩷🔞 -> Day 1: Viego (Masturbation)

💚🔞 → Day 2: Yone (Daddy)

🩷🔞 -> Day 3: Viktor (Stuck in Wall)

💚🔞 → Day 4: Jhin (Spanking)

💚🔞 → Day 5: Kayn (Gags)

💚🔞 → Day 7: Sett (Buttjob)

💚🔞 → Day 8: Viego (Netorare)

🩷🔞 -> Day 9: Jinx (Costumes)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　sentence starters　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

💚 → Viktor: "I don't understand, why are you doing this?"

💚 → Jayce: "Forgive me." & "I never should have left you."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　free writes　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

💚 → Your first kiss with Spirit Blossom Yone [Spirit Blossom! Yone x Reader]

💚 → How you met (dad bod) Shen and leading up to the first date [Big Boy! Shen x Reader]

💚 → All The Things She Said: You are an Ionian and meet the peculiar Piltie Seraphine [Seraphine x Ionian! Reader]

💚 → As We Fall: Jayce reminisces with Caitlyn about his old friend and you [drabble of the Battlecast universe ft. Reader mention]

🩷🔞 -> Just Let Go: Erlok Grael takes your kindness the wrong way [Erlok Grael x Reader]

💚 -> Mi Querida: Headcanons of you and modern musician Viego [Dissonance of Pentakill! Viego x Reader]

💚 -> Stubborn as a Reaper: Your secret relationship with a needy ninja [Kayn x Reader]

💚 -> Mutualistic: Thresh sits on a throne and you have a seat right beside him [Thresh x Reader]

🩷 -> Crazy In Love: You are the only thing on Kayn's mind [Kayn x Reader]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　lol event / oc pieces　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Targonite: Jayce x Aya Ashina

Mutaris, The Dissonance: League Event Story

Cosmic Flame With a Touch of Ora: Odyssey Kayn! x Aya Ashina

#saeysarchives #masterlist #league of legends x reader

[unboundndd]

Hello Hello! Welcome to my blog/writing dump ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

I used to write in my free time and missed being part of a community so I decided to start a new blog since I'm interested in League of Legends. I will mostly write character x reader scenarios, headcanons and maybe some longer stories. I will treat darker themes in this blog so please proceed with caution if you're sensitive to the subjects I tag in my posts.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· About the admin

Mi, 20+, She/her, EU

Katana dilf enthusiast! Favorites: older Ubisoft games, Metal Gear Solid, Mother Mother, Wowaka, PinocchioP, Angelic Pretty. Champs: Yone, Sona, Thresh, Morgana, Neeko.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Lore knowledge, what I'd like to write

I like to think that i have a decent grasp on LoL's lore and the lore of skinlines skinlines so here's some characters I currently would like to write for. If your character doesn't appear in this list it doesn't mean that I won't write them, so don't be shy and send an ask if you'd wish. Aatrox, Ahri, Aphelios, Diana, Evelynn, Jhin, Kai'Sa, Kayn, Morgana, Leona, Rakan, Renata Glasc, Seraphine, Sett, Shen, Sona, Swain, Thresh, Vayne, Viego, Xayah, Yasuo, Yone, Zed.

I figured I'd add some skinlines too.

Pentakill universe, Nightbringer/Dawnbringer, Spirit Blossom, K/DA, High Noon, Pool party/Ocean song, Project, Cosmic/Dark cosmic. ·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Rules for requesting and content warnings

If you'd like to request, please keep in mind that it may take time for them to get written out or I might never write them at all. I'd rather concentrate on less request but keep the quality high than to give everyone sloppy, disappointing writing! If you don't specify the gender of the reader (especially with NSFW requests) I will keep my terminology as gender neutral as possible.

I will list some of the things that may appear in my content:

Fluff/Platonic/Smut

Yandere

Violence (not explicitly described)

Discrimination (in fantasy setting, never protrayed positively) I will also list my bounduaries on things i will not write in any setting: CSA, or anything to do with the canonical minors Extreme fetishes, consensual non consent Homophobia, racism, dictatorship in a positive light

I hope that this post has been comprehensive enough, soon I will post something that is more interesting than rules! See you all then ^^

#lol x reader #league of legends x reader #mimi.personal

[liliesinrequiem]

League of Legends Masterlist

Last Updated: October 2023

-Trapped (Yandere!Shieda Kayn x F!Reader): Kayn has you pressed up against a wall and you can no longer keep running away from him.  

-The Book and a Cocktail (Sett x Reader) [MILD NSFW]: A day at the beach, you want to finish a novel, but things keep interrupting you.  

-Unwilling (Yandere!Viego x Reader): In life, your job as a dancer was overwhelmed by Viego’s desire to have you to himself. It seemed that he never wanted to let you go...  

-Company (Aphelios x Reader): You bring Aphelios some food and ramble a bit. Meanwhile, he’s thinking about some things.

-Always (Akali x Reader): Before Akali sets off, the two of you share some parting words.  

-Work Together (Ezreal x Reader): You’re sent to do a mission with Ezreal but things go wrong.  

-Future (Yandere!Viktor x Reader): In the confines of his study, you listen to Viktor's new idea and worry about its implications. 

-Favorite (Shieda Kayn x Reader): Kayn has grown sick and tired of having to protect you, Zed's child, and denies enjoying his job as a bodyguard.

#league of legends x reader #lol x reader #league of legends imagines

[moonlightwritesdisney]

YOU. — Wyatt Lykensen

Pairing: Wyatt Lykensen X FEMALE! READER

Requested: Yes / No

Warnings: vulgar swearing. descriptions of blood. unhealthy behavior. mentions of rape.

Author’s Note: please note that you (the reader) and wyatt are both adults in this image. Just to clear up any confusion!

Summary: The first time he saw you he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He follows you everywhere. He gets jealous when he sees you invite a friend over for old times sake. Things go way to far. You will be his.

HE ALLOWED THE LOUD CHATTER and birds song in the bright summer square of ZombieTown to be slowly drowned out by all his pulsing thoughts. He stood in the distance observing you. Out of all the people that passed by blocking his view, he kept his hard eye on you.

 The way your soft brunette curls laid untouched just inches away from your descending chest. Echoes of your honey dripping laugh rang through his twitching ears. The jealously and anger only grew worse.

Unbeknownst to you, not aware of the wolf watching you had just finished a few hours of shopping, you were making your way down towards the central parking just by ZombieTown’s large water fountain before you were stopped by an old school friend — who was male. 

He was so surprised to see, he complimented you and watched you laugh in sweetness. Both of you stood their for at least 20 minutes catching up on old burnt out memories he was trying to re-flame. He could read your mind. He felt the same as you. He knew you were uncomfortable and wanted to make a fast escape. You didn’t trust this guy but.

“Hey uhm- i was actually wondering if you’d like to have dinner and a movie tonight?” Was this guy serious? After a twenty minute conversation?! You weren’t one to be rude because of your passive personality. “Oh — uhm sure! I’d like that. I’ll be there at seven o’clock”.

 And with that you were off and on your way home. Wyatt watched as you retreated towards the silver Cadillac you owned in the parking lot. He watched all around him. He glared at the young man who was walking the opposite way. That dumb human. He couldn’t stand a chance against him.

Nonetheless, he knew you’d be his one day. He’d let you have the little amount of happiness this human could spare for a while. He’d imagine you helpless crying and running straight into his arms. The way your head laid on his shoulder while he rubbed your back in a calming manner.

 Leaving little kisses on our neck when he was in the mood, the warm feeling of both your sweaty bodies pressed together in pure erotic euphoria. Tingles ran down his spine as he imagines your soft smile in his mind. His heart raced at the thought of your body. Every curve and edge. All the imperfections you could name he’d find absolutely exhilarating.

“Hey man, curfew’s almost up you have to leave”. Another voice snapped him out of deep personal thoughts, he eyed a stern looking officer dressed in a blue SeaBrook uniform, who was very tired and just wanted to go home. He nodded his way respectfully and exited the shopping plaza. The walk to your house wasn’t long. 

The city had separate ZombieTown’s main housing and shopping lot so you had to drive at least a small distance to venture for a desired shopping day. He had taken the path towards your small apartment plenty of times, along with being a wolf came with advanced speed so he made due time. The sky swirled with light pinks and oranges making a beautiful sunset in the small town.

The crunching of grass under his feet made his anxious as he took a deep breathe, his footsteps became silent in worries of you discovering him. He stood calmly in your background his ears twitching hearing you humming to yourself softly — he figured you were in the shower getting ready for you date.

A scoff left his red lips in jealousy, he hated that it wasn’t him. ‘in due time’. He thought to himself confidently as he caught attention to light fogs of steam arising from the running shower. Now, Wyatt was no prude but he absolutely couldn’t resist. His curious brown eyes peered above the brick ledge.

A gasp hitched in his throat. His heart could explode at any moment. Their you stood, pampering yourself in the shower. Looking ever so beautiful. The water dripping down your pale dark skin. Your green textured hair soaking up the moisture from the water. 

He bit down on his lip as goosebumps shot up his back. You were marvelous. Your beautiful voice flowing through his ears as you sung. His eyes grew yellow, his animalistic nature taking full control. Fangs flashed from his mouth.

He tightened his fist in frustration. He wanted to take you right then and there. ‘All mine’. He thought as he found himself skewing up dirty — unholy images in his mind of him senselessly fucking you, clinging to him as you screamed his name. He knew it was wrong. The tightening he felt in his boxers was painful. Too painful to even bear. He wanted you, every inch. 

To him you were everything. All his. After having to agonize through his painful boner he regained composure after zipping up his pale brown pants and moved stalkingly towards the right his eyes casting view into your bedroom window, the soft white shades slightly parted allowing him to see through.

Different collages and pictures of close friends and things you adored plastered all over your walls. Small shelves that held small knickknacks and small plants lightly attracting ray of sunlight bent at the wall. Your bed, freshly made with the soft maroon red and pillows with the dark hues of blue designed with golden tassels laid neatly, untouched.

 You were somewhat messy, but very articulate and decorative. Which he adored. Small white bookshelves filled to the end with large literature of your liking. Pushed up against your light grey accent wall. Posters and cute pieces of art made by yourself were taped just above your bed post.

He adored your room. It was full of positivity, light, and all things that you adored. The sweet vanilla and shea scent from your body streamed into his nose like a running river. Licking his lips in anticipation he closed his eyes and exhaled your delectable scent. 

You walks into the small atmosphere the cold air hitting your bare legs, missing the warmth of the water and steam capture your body in a relaxing shower. It was a sewer green like color to which your full cheeks spread into a large smile ‘perfect’.

After reaching for a pair of distressed and ripped jeans that you had seen in the corner of your eye you pulled down the chain to your light which shut off you quickly threw your clothing on your bed and sat down on the edge freeing the sparkling red cap on your lotion squeezing the lotion onto your hand. 

It smelt amazing, ever since zombies had fought for more equality from the humans. Zombies from everywhere where now able to walk into any store much to the similar human version of their Victoria Secret and others. To which they could by all sorts of cute lipglosses, lotions, night wear, and clothing. The sweet deep smell of cinnamon and rose entered your nostrils as you rubbed the lotion into your calves working your way up to the top of your thighs.

The black pupils widened in arousel and wonder as he stared into the inside of your window without your knowledge — your hands slowly rubbing the white substance on the curve of your plush butt. He was awe stricken, so captivated by the goddess he had known as you. His heart thumped wildly in his chest he couldn’t get enough of you.

 Your finger pulled up the red belt loops of the maroon jeans your legs fitted around, securing the gold buttons of your jeans into the red holes in front. You sighed and fumbled with the thin green fabric you scrunched up the material and pushed your head through, then your arms.

You stood in front of the large white rimmed body mirror that leaned against the back wall with a cute colorful tapestry laid over it with pictures of close friends and fun stickers plastered on the corners of the glass. You loved the way your outfit looked. You felt very satisfied. A huge smile spread across your cheeks. The left of your head swung towards the opening crack of your door — the ring of your front doorbell. 

You drowned in confusion, your eyes reached over to read the square alarm clock on your night side table. ‘6:24’. ‘He is only twenty minutes early’. Which you thought was very weird. You had just met back with your old elementary friend hours ago , and only after having a seemingly awkward conversation for twenty minutes you agree to go on a date but he’s twenty minutes early?!

You pondered at the all the possibilities as to why he suggested this. But nonetheless you shook the feeling away and picking up your towel placing it in your pale green clothing hamper. Stepping out of your room and down into the wide hallway your fingers wrapped around the chilling gold door handle and yanked it open.

 There he stood, bouncing eagerly on his toes. His hair slicked back with hair spray, the clothing he wore was doused with heavy calogne — the foul heavy smell of the body spray stung at your nose the second you opened your front door. Which was something you didn’t find attractive at all. The wide smile he wore seemed like it was too toiled. Like he was trying to hard. His clothes. Ew.

He wore a bright blue and white plaid buttoned, with a black lambskin jacket over it unbuttoned, dark blue low waisted jeans and light brown flats. Yikes. How human of him. You absolutely hated what he was wearing. You knew he was being desperate. You could see it in his body language and his expression. You spotted bright red roses — in front of him you would have scoffed and sent him away.

 If he truly remembered you he would have remembered you like sunflowers instead of basic red roses. How bland. But instead, you gave him the benefit of the doubt. You knew the crippling and heart breaking sorrow of rejection, you were a zombie of course so being cast out was something you knew all to well. Instead you tilted your head to the side and forced your cheeks into a great smile.

“Are these flowers for me?” You asked clasping your hands together. He looked down then up at your a small smirk plastering on his thin lips — ‘ABSOLUTELY NOT SIR PLEASE GOD SO DISGUSTING’. These thoughts screamed in your mind as you watched him with pure unattractive as his licked his lips “yes they are actually”.

 He said with a very man-ly chuckle “they reminded me of you so I picked them up at the zombie market in town on my way here”. As if this dude wasn’t trying hard enough. He truly had to glamorize the fact that he picked the flowers up at a zombie store instead of the regular human one. So he was racist and trying to hard. Great. You let out an awkward laugh and stepped aside allowing him in before the air became filled with his disgusting aroma.

You had retrieved the flowers from his hand and immediately threw them carelessly on the counter. He didn’t question it but instead following closely behind you. ‘I’ll burn them later’. You thought with a pleasing smirk that played on your face. He had already sat down in your living space his flats sprawled on the floor and his feet kicked up on your glass coffee table. Dog behavior. You rolled your eyes he was stupid and too dumb to even understand basic manners.

 Football was playing on your small flat screen, you had taken a seat next to him your feet flat on the floor, your toes curling in the soft plush carpet. “Would you like something to drink?” you asked politely, the man turned his attention towards you, a curl in his lip “hm sure, the finest wine you’ve got?” He requested you stood up and went into the small kitchen opening the oak cabinet next to the sink you had set both wine glasses down on the marble countertop. 

The dark brown hues in your eyes scanned out the closed window above your sink watching the bright pink sky combine with beautiful colors of orange and red cascading over the oval clouds. You twisted the cork out of the bottle of white wine you had just bought from ‘Z’s Gruesome Groceriez” in ZombieTown. 

You wondered if this human had tasted zombie issued wine before, since well zombie wine was a lot more bitter than regular human liquor / wine. It had a hint of brains. You shrugged with a ‘hmp’. ‘He’s too dumb to even notice anyway’.

After filling both glasses to the half point you held both of them in your hands and carefully walked back into the living room where the human sat on your white leather couch his eyes and full attention soaking into the fourth quarter and a fumbling ball. 

You cleared your throat to catch his attention, he smiled towards you and took the wine glass from your right hand and thanked you focusing his content back on the television. “So .. what are you doing for work now?” you asked trying to break the awkward tension to which he perked up after taking a small sip and setting it down.

 “Oh well I’d never thought you’d ask, I work as SeaBrook patrolman, you?” You ignored the sting in your gut “I work as a journalist and a proud activist for the Zombie’s and Werewolves’ against discrimination movement, or ZAWAD, it supports the bright culture of both werewolves and zombies and brings everyone together. 

We try to unite the communities in SeaBrook instead of pushing away and we absolutely do try our best too peacefully speak our thoughts and have mindful conversations without violence.” 

You spoke proudly watching his intense expression burn into your eyes. He nodded slowly and pursed his lips which confused you nonetheless you still tried to ignore the screaming inside your head and gut ‘make him leave’. ‘this is going to end badly’. Chills scattered down your back in anxiousness.

 “That’s interesting and ... very sexy actually, your very passionate about it i can tell”. You internally cringed at that word coming out of his mouth. ‘Sexy’. He definitely wanted something, and it wasn’t a genuine conversation. You froze with disgust his nimble tender cold fingers resting on your knee. “oh uhm, thanks i guess”.

 You spoke trying to give him the hint, you weren’t interested even  if he was the last person on earth you wouldn’t. His hand inched closer towards your inner thigh a evil smirk plastered on his face. “god your so sexy”. He then leaned his lips towards yours capturing you in his grasp. You didn’t give an inch, you squealed in protest.

 You moved your arms to his biceps and tried to push him way from you , he refused now he was on top of you. His rough calloused hands slide up towards your collarbone, you groaned in anger “can you please just stop-- STOP!”  You shouted, his breathe was hot against your neck his left hand slide up towards your neck and pressed down onto your windpipe. 

You gasped gritting your teeth, you used your right hand to try and push him off but his strength held your arm down. You felt helpless, weak, worthless to know that you had somehow allowed this disgusting being to get ahold of you. That is, until you felt him grasping the metal of your Z-band. 

You knew that taking it off could potentially be a very dangerous action, which was only to be taken off in emergencies only. This was a very big problem and it needed to be stopped. His hand gripped the clasp of your band, you felt the dark veins pulsating throughout your body. 

Using the strength to lift your left hand which caused a small chime from your Z-band to sound, it unclasped from you wrist and fell somewhere on the floor. In just a few seconds the light around your eyes had turned a deep purple cracks plunging from under them. A low growl erupted from your stomach then submerged to your throat. 

The man felt you vibrate from below him, he had suddenly noticed you had changed. He gasped and stood up as you growled and snarled, you inched closer towards him as he took steps back defensively. “Stay the hell away from me you bitch!” He shouted sternly but the anger was hot and boiling inside of you. 

Turning into a zombie was something you couldn’t control. It was coded in your genes. Once your Z-band was ripped from you the monster took over inside you, just as it did for anyone. Your vision had turned completely red. The low grumbles and growling roared within you, this is what you were. A monster, and damn, were you proud of it. 

You stepped closer to the cowering man as he flared his arms towards you, which unfortunately, only agitated you more. In this moment you were gone, the zombie inside you was controlling you, and you smelt fear. Which was a bad thing. “Your a waste of human life”. Your normal quiet spoken speech had transformed into a lower deep growl. Using your zombie strength you grabbed the human by his leather collar and bite deeply into his neck, the loud scream leaving the dry of his throat. 

The blood seeped out of his neck like a river, you lifted him to meet eyes with a demon like growl “next time you better stop”. You seethed before letting him drop to the ground, the now scared human scrambled towards his feet holding the gushing wound his hand covered in red. He disappeared out of the living space and out of your life forever. Or at least you hoped he did. Grunting you walked over towards the crack between the couch and the pale wall, getting on your hands and knees you reach down for the metal bracelet. 

After securing it in your grasp you immediately push the clasps together around you wrist. ‘Online’. You let a content sigh slumping back beside the wall the dark veins in your arms slowly recoiled from your arms and legs. Your back ached and your head pounded. The sweet tasting blood of the humans still resting on your lips and along your cheeks. 

Finally, after about a few seconds you steadily returned to your feet. Ignoring the few blood spatters that were now fresh on the floor. ‘I’ll clean it up later”. You let a deep sigh release from your lips as you picked up the two wine glasses and brought them to the kitchen and discarded of the waste in the sink. 

You were fashioned in the bathroom taking a warm cloth and bringing it towards your face wiping off the dried blood. You sucked in a breathe the sound of your beating heart filling your ears. You didn’t feel at all ashamed for what you had done. That bastard human deserved it.

 The overbearing of your anxiety flared, you were worried you might get in huge trouble, since unfortunately, the human is never to blame. You had gone to bed that night in hopes for a better day the next morning -- the only problem was, he saw everything.   

#disney #disney zombies #moonlightwrites #zed necrodopolis #writing #zed zombies #zombies 2 #disney descendants #wyatt lykensen #x reader #yandere #pearce joza #meg donnelly #milo manheim #bree zombies #mal bertha #evie grimhilde #jay jafar #carlos de vil #harry hook

[dear-yandere]

Darling asks: Zed, why is it that I must be stuck inside this temple? I am strong enough to fight beside you, are you aware?

— zed.

“don’t be foolish.”

he is a man of few words, but when he does speak, his words seem to slash at your heart. he could be far worse, but for some reason...you can feel his disappointment and impatience from under his mask.

were you a burden? he wouldn’t say.

“strong or not, you do not have the resolve to fight on the battlefield or by my side.” his words sound ghostly under the steel of his mask, a haunting echo of what little faith he has in you. 

“you’re free to wander off and get yourself killed. i have no use for fools.”

and yet he’d miss you all the same.

#league of legends x reader #league of legends imagines #zed league of legends #league of legends zed #yandere zed #zed x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yandere scenario #yandere imagines #*interactions #character interactions #vanya #league of legends interactions

[runeterrankhaleesi]

[League of Legends] The Library Section 5

[A/N: These are the collection of fics and hcs I like. I made these because I would like to reread these again. Feel free to read them.]

Yone:

Yone match-up by @riftimagines

(NSFW) Spirit Blossom Yone x reader by @riftimagines

Spirit Blossom Yone and Yasuo with a mute s/o by @ilovelollipopx

Big Brother Yone x youngest reader x big brother yasuo by @riftimagines

What kinks they have by @riftimagines

The Hunstman by @witch-psychedelia​​

Zed:

(NSFW) Zed NSFW alphabet by @heckinhacker

(SFW AND NSFW) Zed headcanons by @ilovelollipopx

Yandere Zed Headcanons by @dear-yandere

Reader asks Yandere Zed by @dear-yandere

Zed x Vastayan reader by @imaginesofruneterra

Zed Headcanons with an s/o who is emotionless by @ilovelollipopx

Zed x summoner reader by @leagueimagine

(NSFW) Zed x reader by @leagueimagine

Aatrox, Shen, and Zed with an s/o who is afraid of the dark by @heckinhacker

(SFW AND NSFW) Zed Headcanons by @heckinhacker

Zed x pregnant reader by @ilovelollipopx

(SFW AND NSFW) Zed Headcanons by @riftimagines

Zed x sick/dying reader by @leagueimagine

(NSFW) Zed NSFW Headcanons by @leagueimagine

Family Headcanons with Zed and Kayn by @leagueimagine

Father Zed x Big Brother Kayn x Little sister reader by @riftimagines

Zed x New Member by @riftimagines

Jealous Jhin and Zed headcanons by @riftimagines

Yandere Zed x reader by @riftimagines

Zed x depressed reader by @riftimagines

Zed x Ninja by @stanthelastofus

(NSFW) Zed Headcanons by @riftimagines

Dating Zed headcanons by @riftimagines

League champs as Animal Crossings by @riftimagines

Zed x chubby reader by @riftimagines

Kayn and Zed with a clumsy but badass s/o by @ilovelollipopx

Someone cuts Kayn’s hair and colors Zed’s hair green by @riftimagines

What kinks they have by @riftimagines

How they cuddle their s/o by @riftimagines

Favorite sweets by @riftimagines

Truth in Darknesss by @ao3komorii

The Blade of the Millienia by @chxrrywrites-blog

Zed x High Pda reader by @riftimagines

Alive by @fandom-imagines

Zed taking care of his sick s/o by @heckinhacker

[riftimagines]

Can i request Yandere! Zed x Reader? Pls 🖤

Yes! I’m still not sure if I’m doing this right but I think it came out pretty well lol. I hope you like these!

Yandere!Zed x Reader

-Definitely the removal restraint type of Yandere. He has other types but he’s quick to take what he wants and will kill anyone who gets in his way. It’ll probably not take too long after he begins to have affections for you that you’ll be taken to the Shadow temple and never leave it again.

-He doesn’t want to hurt or scare you but he will make you love him by any means. Introducing the training phase. He is an intimidating and strong man and will use his strength to scare and even harm you just a bit, mostly bruises he doesn’t want to to die of course, he’ll force you to say or do something he wants and once you do he’ll reward you well. Gentle hugs and kisses, loving praise all the things that make you crave more and so you behave and give him what he wants just for his love.

-He’ll keep you isolated from the rest of the temple, alone. It drives up your neediness for attention and human contact, his contact. He only other human you’ll see on occasion is Kayn when he comes to speak to Zed and even he’s not allowed to speak to you.

-Don’t even try to escape. Not only do you have no chance, even if you do escape while he’s gone he WILL find you, and he will be mad. In his rage he won’t be against hitting you harshly and leaving a couple wounds. He won’t stop either until you start to beg for your life and start apologizing profusely. He’ll then growl and leave you crying and in pain for a long while until he comes back to patch you up himself. He’ll be gentle then but will warn you if you leave again you won’t see another waking moment ever again.

-If you don’t escape again an start to bend to his will it’ll almost be like a normal relationship. He won’t have a reason to be aggressive if you’re behaving and giving him affection like you should and it can actually be... pleasant. You like this Zed much more and will be far more inclined to keep this version versus the one that almost killed you. If he feels like he’s broken you enough and your loyal to only him he may even let you wander around the temple, supervised, and even talk to Kayn.

#Zed #league of legends #league of legends x reader

[heckinhacker]

Masterlist.

League of Legends:

Headcanons:

Viktor x Faulty Machine!S/O - meeting and falling in love. 

Neeko x Human!S/O - meeting and falling in love.

Taric, Ekko, Jinx and Draven - Saving their S/O. 

Ekko x Lost!Fem!S/O - headcanons

Shen x Young Kinkou Student!S/O - meeting and falling in love .

Shen x S/O - Fluffy Headcanons.

Kayn x S/O - Angsty ending.

Taric,Kayn and Ekko - holding hands with their easily frustrated S/O.

Star Guardian!Zoe x reader - “meeting and falling in love”

Ezreal, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor - pick up lines.

Aatrox and Varus - comforting S/O after awful nightmares.

Aatrox, Nasus and Azir - seeing their S/O in onesie.

Star Guardian!Xayah x Star Guardian!Fem!S/O - meeting and falling in love.

Zed - SFW/NSFW headcanons (NSFW, of course ^^”)

Taric, Aatrox and Ekko - giving massage to their S/O

Taric, Aatrox and Ekko - getting massage from their S/O

Odyssey!Kayn x S/O - SFW/NSFW headcanons. (NSFW)

Aatrox - NSFW headcanons (NSFW)

Akali x Fem!S/O - meeting and falling in love

Vi and Kayn x S/O - dating headcanons. (separately, just to be clear ;v;)

Kayn x Vi - dating headcanons (as a ship)

Karma x S/O - dating headcanons

Kayn x S/O - general dating headcanons

Sett x Feline Vastaya!S/O - First ecounter after he notices you.

Sett x Feline Vastaya!S/O - You got ambushed!

Sett x Feline Vastaya!S/O - Nightmares.

Sett x Pit Fighter!S/O - How he notices you (and falls for you at the same time).

Circus AU! headcanons.

Rakan and Sett realising they have fallen for a male. 

Aphelios - SFW/NSFW general headcanons~! (NSFW)

Aphelios x Aspect!Reader - SFW/NSFW headcanons! (NSFW)

Sett x Shapeshifter!S/O - meeting and falling in love.

Kegan Rodhe(Brand) x S/O - meeting and falling in love.

Garen and JarvanIV x S/O - SFW and NSFW headcanons. (NSFW)

Sett as Big Brother figure Headcanons.

Sett x Cat Vastaya!Reader - discovery over jealousy.

Sett x Vi - dating headcanons.

Ekko x Piltover!S/O -same opinions.

Shaco x S/O - general dating headcanons.

Talon x Yandere!S/O - meeting and falling in love.

True Damage!Yasuo x S/O - hate on loved one.(reference to “I’m glad you’re evil too”)

Aatrox with Cute and Fragile S/O! - SFW and NSFW headcanons. (NSFW)

Alune x Seer!Fem!S/O - meeting and falling in love!

Fanfics:

True Damage!Yasuo x reader - I’m glad you’re evil too.

Blood Moon!Aatrox x Demon!reader - Insane between crazy.

Ekko x Fem!Reader - The worst time possible. (NSFW)

Xayah x Fem!Reader -  Vastayan Goodbye. [English] [Polish]

Swain x Reader - Devotion.

Talon x Reader - Valentine’s special day. 

Vladimir x Reader - Jealous is a little word. 

Short scenes:

Pyke x reader - Trust 

Aatrox, Zed and Shen - finding out their S/O is afraid of the dark. 

Odyssey!Yasuo x reader - Finally home.

Mordekaiser x Fem!Reader - Sudden Impact. [NSFW’ish, just suggestive.]

Shaco x Paranoid!Reader - Peekaboo!

Aphelios x Reader - Temptation. ; Viktor x Reader - Privacy. [NSFW’ish, suggestive]

Talon x Reader - Confession.

Yasuo x Reader - Be more careful.

Urgot and Reader - You got a friend in me.

Jarvan IV x Fem!Reader - For Demacia. 

Yorick x Soul Shepard!Reader - It’s been so long, friend…

NSFW Alphabets: 

Yasuo’s NSFW Alphabet! [Full!]

Talon’s NSFW Alphabet! [AEIUY]

Sett’s NSFW Alphabet! [Full]

Zed’s NSFW Alphabet! [A B E N O] [ G R T W Z]

Swain’s NSFW Alphabet! [ S W A I N ]

Viktor’s NSFW Alphabet! [ A C K O W ]

Jayce’s NSFW Alphabet! [ A J K M O ]

Irelia’s NSFW Alphabet! [Full]

Kayn’s NSFW Alphabet! [ B O R W Z ]

Sylas’s NSFW Alphabet! [ K L O U V ]

Aphelios’s NSFW Alphabet! [A P H E L]

Aatrox’s NSFW Alphabet! [S E H R G]

Evelynn’s NSFW Alphabet! [Full]

Overwatch:

Headcanons:

Positive Reaper Headcanons.

Tracer x Male!Reader - meeting and falling in love.

Mei x Reader - Cute relationship headcanons.

Junkers x Healer!Reader - How hard life can get…

Ana x Fem!S/O - general dating headcanons.

Fanfics: 

Genji x Reader - “How do I say…” (Flowershop!AU)

Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure:

Headcanons:

Risotto Nero - taking care of his sick S/O.

Boku no Hero Academia

Headcanons:

Todoroki Shoto x Fem!S/O - relationship headcanons.

South Park: 

Headcanons:

Kyle x Fem!S/O - New Student in South Park?!

Yuuri! on Ice:

Headcanons:

Victor’s sister!Reader and Yuuri - best friends headcanons. (platonic)

#Masterlist #hacker writes

[saltymongoose]

I'm very happy to finally be posting these! Just a small note: I know that Arena mode happens before the main events of M:PN, but its relation to the fall of Nexus City is still foggy. As such, the time frame of this entire set of hcs (including previous parts) will vary a bit since Tricky and Phobos weren't around at the same time. :)

[Part 3 - Finale] They Find Out About the Unarmed Character's Player ft. Tricky & The Auditor (+ The Main 4)

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Violence)

Tricky first encountered your vessel completely by chance. His plan for another killing game had come to a standstill due to a lack of materials, and he didn't have the motivation to go out and search for scrap at the time. Instead, he decided that the best way to alleviate his boredom would be to wreak some havoc on his own. Bloodshed was always fun, no matter how he made it happen.

His path of destruction eventually led him to a compound, and he peeped through a window to get a quick look at the place beforehand. (Typically he'd just break in without a second thought, but he didn't want to waste time there if it was vacant. Why use time to enter and leave a building when he could be killing instead?) A toothy grin spread across the clown's face as he saw what was waiting for him inside, though.

It was a complete bloodbath; a firefight had already started between the bandits and another group he couldn't really identify. He saw a flash of red appear from a corner and cheered to himself. Hank was here! Finally, someone competent to fight.

He dug his claws into the windowsill and launched himself through the glass, uncaring of any cuts that marred him as he tumbled into the room. He sprinted across the compound, laughing maniacally as he closed the distance between him and Hank in record time (and ignoring the few shots that managed to graze him). However, just as he raised his stop sign to make a harsh swipe at him, a fist met his face.

The force of the punch knocked him off his feet and pushed him back several meters, slamming the clown into the wall next to Hank. And that was quite literal, the concrete cracked and caved in, showering him with debris. His head snapped up, and he raised a shaking hand to his head to find a noticeable dent left in his mask. Another victim that could put up a fight, and allied with Hank no less? This just keeps getting better and better!

Your character tsked when they saw that Tricky was still moving. Zeds were always more resistant to attacks, but that hit should've been enough to put him out of commission. Their brows furrowed when they noticed that he was still laughing. What was wrong with this Zed?

Tricky jumped up from the floor, prompting your character to get into their fighting stance again. He kicked his sign up into his awaiting hand, spinning it before locking his eyes on your character. But he froze when he saw the strings attached to their fingertips. They looked achingly familiar. But why? He didn't remember seeing anything like them before. So why did he feel like he should?

He took a step towards them, and your character raised a brow. He was unnervingly silent compared to before, and as he neared them, they raised their fists again, ready to land another hit on him.

As Tricky got closer to your vessel, he felt the warm aura they emitted. It made his mind fuzzy, but calmed him down at the same time. He'd hate it, but it felt so comforting.

Your character was extremely confused at this point. This undead clown had gone from murderous to tranquil in a second, and they swore they could even hear him purring as he neared them. What the actual fuck?

But their face fell once they heard him mutter a single word under his breath. "Player?" (It just had to be another one, didn't it? This was the third time this week! Just how many admirers did you have!?)

Hank audibly growled from his place at your character's side. This clown had been a nuisance for long enough, and this was the last straw. He didn't know how the clown knew about you, but it wasn't something he liked. (He's sure the others wouldn't mind if he killed him again. It wouldn't solve the issue permanently, but it would be enough to remove him from your presence immediately.)

Yet, just as Hank was raising his gun to put a well-placed shot between Tricky's eyes, the other three in your group burst through the doors, bandits hot on their tails. (Originally they split up to cover the facility at your orders. Hank just happened to finish abandon his side fast enough to reach your vessel again).

Sanford was the first to notice the clown, giving him a look of confusion. "Why is Tricky here?!?" He shouted to Hank, who just shrugged in response. He was too busy thinking about whether or not to put a bullet in the zed's head.

Although, any questions about Tricky's motive for staying were answered at his next exclamation.

Joining your vessel in sprinting to the hoard of bandits, he beamed at them (much to their distaste). "PLAYER!!! IT IS GOOD TO SEE YOU!!!!! :D" (Your character winced at the volume of his voice. Now their headache was really bad.)

Sanford's face turned blank. So it was like that, huh? How many more grunts did he have to add to his hit list before you couldn't give your attention to anyone else? First there was competition from those in his own group, which was one thing. Then there was the Director of the Nexus Core. And now the insane, murderous, power-having clown. Great.

Meanwhile, Deimos' had made a choked noise, anger overtaking his features. He was very tired of more people showing up; more grunts that he was forced to share your presence with one way or the other. It wasn't fair. Was it so bad to want to have you to himself and not have to deal with the others who yearned to have your attention? "You've gotta be kidding me. Again with this shit?!?"

('Yeah, like you're one to talk,' your character thought to themselves. It's not like he ever left them alone for more than two seconds.)

Doc made a note to record the details of this encounter. Tricky could be an annoyance at times, but he'd never had a legitimate reason to try and get rid of him. Up until now, that is. He ignored the burning feeling of hatred in favor of coming up with ideas on how to go through with this. (How would one make Tricky stay dead, anyway?)

Uncaring of the glares the others aimed at him, Tricky stuck close to your character's side in the fight, deciding to ally himself with you. He couldn't tell why he trusted you, but it was enough for him to massacre bandits by your vessel's side. (Plus, that was what he was planning to do to begin with).

Much to his surprise, he found himself actually having to put in effort to compete with their kill count. They wasted no time as they darted around the battlefield, tearing through grunt after grunt with a nonchalant look on their face.

It was actually pretty cool to him, and he started loudly cheering them on when they used more flashy moves. Like picking a grunt up and slamming them face-first into the floor to kill them (mashing their head into a paste in the process). Or just straight-up ripping their limbs off and using them to beat another enemy to death.

It was so fun to fight with them! He only got this excited from his own battles with Hank, but he knew your vessel must be on his level, at least. Plus, they had you! It made sense to him that they'd be so powerful.

That brought another thought to the clown's mind. Perhaps if he fought your vessel and won, you'd decide to reward him by using him instead? If you preferred power, he's sure you'd be a good match. Maybe he should try that after all these bandits are dead.

The Auditor was keeping tabs on where your presence could be found the moment he and the other Employers strengthened your connection to Nevada. He knew about when you controlled the Nexus Core's test subject, and similarly, he was aware of this new grunt acting as your vessel.

He was the least surprised out of everyone from seeing your character's strength. You were responsible for them, so was only logical that they'd grow so much. In fact, he was filled with an odd amount of pride as he watched them dispatch their enemies from his monitor. Although, he didn't really consider your character a notable person outside of being your vessel, so if anything he was more proud of you than them.

He was impressed by the way they could fight through waves of enemies with their fists alone, shaking off any damage they sustained in the meantime. He had never seen someone so strong before; not even MAGs were a threat to them. They even made fighting the hulking grunts look easy, dodging all of their hits before caving in their skulls with a few of their own.

Given their talents, and the fact that you used them, it made perfect sense for him to have a vested interest in them. He considered "extracting" them from the SQ to work with him instead, 2BDamned could always find another G01 to enmesh the Mandatus anyway. But he didn't know if you would stay once they left (or were wrenched away from) their mission.

It was too great of a risk to take. But that was fine. If he couldn't apprehend them and keep you to himself by extension, then he'd just go to them instead.

Your character had just walked into the loft with the others, exhausted from their previous mission (and the encounter with a certain Clown), when they noticed an inky black mass spreading across their floor. They took a step back. "What the hell is that? Is this normal?" They asked, gesturing to the ground with a semi-concerned expression on their face (they had you, why would they be scared?).

Hank and 2BDamned exchanged a glance, the latter forcefully pulling your character behind the rest of the group, ignoring their annoyed complaints while he did so. He knew they could take care of themselves, but if this matter concerned you, then this wasn't a good sign. Not at all.

Sanford noticed the way the two stiffened and pulled out his hook, gazing at the moving shadows on the floor with uncertainty. Though, they all reeled back once they saw it start to grow in mass, flames rising as a form started to take shape.

"Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwha-" Deimos muttered under his breath, paling as the thing started to move closer. He shakily raised his gun at it, beginning to pull the trigger. Doc was about to warn him against that when two red slants appeared on the form. And, more importantly, their Player addressed what was happening.

"Aaaah!! Chat, it's the Auditor, oh my god! Best Employer, change my mind...wait, why is he here, though?"

Said employer chuckled at your words. It was so nice to hear your appreciation directly for once. He was sure this was an obvious sign of your approval for this visit. Now, to get into the main reason why he was here to begin with. It wouldn't do to waste time, especially when he could be spending it with his Player.

Ignoring the other grunts that stared slack-jawed at him, and the red-gazed Merc who looked as though he was going to attempt stabbing him (not a smart move), the Employer approached 2BDamned and your current vessel.

"2BDamned," he started, giving the man a cold look as he glared defiantly back at him. "There is something we need to discuss, concerning this"-he briefly gestured to your character-"development. The Player is helping you on this mission of theirs. I have elected to do the same, and assist them in this. I will be remaining here for the time being, regardless of what the wishes of you or the Status Quo may be."

"Not much of a discussion if you're just giving orders," Sanford piped up from behind him, fighting off the chill that ran down his spine as the Auditor's glare reached him. He and Deimos didn't know a thing about the "Employers". But if the shadowy figure wanted anything to do with you, he'd have to deal with them. Plus, it's not like he was that scared. He knew deep down that you'd always have his back. If the Auditor really cared about your thoughts, he couldn't do a thing to hurt them.

Your character just had a stony look on their face for the entirety of the conversation. Don't get them wrong, they were completely terrified at first. Seeing this weird shadow creature form out of nothing was very unsettling, and the oppressive atmosphere that polluted the room when his looming form stood over them was just awful. But that fear fell away once they realized that he was just another person needlessly obsessed with you. Plus, it's not like you would ever let anything bad happen to them.

They sighed to themselves. Hopefully this wouldn't interrupt things too badly.

#tw: yandere #tw: violence #your character @ tricky: damn that's one fucked up zed #the others when tricky shows signs of knowing you: i have decided to commit murder #your character realizing another weird god thing is obsessed with you too: -_- really??? YOU TOO?!? #yandere tricky #tricky x reader #tricky #yandere auditor #auditor x reader #the auditor #yandere madcom #madness combat x reader #self aware m:pn au #samau #player!reader #my writing

[runeterrankhaleesi]

I have been bit by the kayn bug. Can I get a yandere kayn x reader one shot wherein the reader was apart of the shadow order . However when kayn started to become more and more obsessed with them, they decided to leave and only Zed knew the truth. Kayn tries to kidnap them in the harbor but the reader narrowly escapes

[A/N: Hello my darling. I feel like you get bit by every bug, yes? I mean, I don’t blame you. Thank you for making a request. You may ask again for more.]

Scenario of Yandere Kayn being Obsessive and Attempting to Kidnap You

     It was as if a spider was crawling on your skin everytime Kayn looked at you. It was a well-known feeling but by no means is it welcomed. Your hair would rise and goosebumps would litter your skin when you felt Kayn’s staring long enough to bore a hole at the back of your head or on your back, as if it was a mark where people could tell you were his and his alone.

     It creeped you out. But there was nothing you could do to stop it.

     You were a part of the Order of the Shadows having been one of the new recruits, you and your batch were personally mentored by Kayn-the Order’s pride student.      The first time meeting him, you already had a feeling. You can’t describe it but it was uncomfortable.

     As the time goes, you could feel him becoming more and more obsessed with you, though you did not know why. And you didn’t need to know either. Having had enough, you went to Zed and officially resigned from being his student. While your batch speculated you quitted for the Order’s regime were tough, your master was the only person who knew the truth. Not even Kayn knew.       Leaving the Order meant stripping you of your shadow magic, but Zed decided to leave you with it, for defense purposes. He promptly told you to use that magic for defense and defense only, should Kayn decided to do…something.

     Looks like Master Zed was right.

      “Kayn, let me go!” You struggled against him as his arms woundly tight around your form, “No!” He pulled you toward his way, away from the boat you were supposed to board in.

     You wanted to leave everything, especially Kayn.

     You desperately tried to pried him off of you but he wouldn’t budge. At that moment, you could hear your master’s words, how he reminded you to use shadow magic as a means of escape. You willed your energy to a point in your body. You had never tried shadow shifting before. It could result in something worse but you didn’t care about that now.      Your mind thought hard of a silhouette, on the ship, with its eyes staring straight at you as it slowly drifted away with the boat. Then, you could feel a faint pull. It was strange. It was barely there, as if it was a wisp or a breeze that you could barely feel.      The pull was getting fainter and fainter.      You closed your eyes and could only hope for the best. You felt yourself slowly vaporizing, as if you were being pushed to the inside of an invisible wall. Then, in a blink of an eye and in a simple swish, your body swapped places with the shadow, escaping the attempted kidnapping of Kayn.

     You looked forward, your eyes trained on the sea. As you got farther, you felt the strange pull become dull and eventually disappear, gone in a snap, like the feeling when you switched with the shadow.

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