Muster

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Joshua (yan cowboy dad)

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Last part

Nolan:

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Moodboard

Oneshot

Oneshot

Coen :

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Oneshot

Oneshot

Mr brunner

Part one

Part two

oneshot

Part four

Part five

New family

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

rewrite

Rewrite part two

Oneshot

random stuff from media I like :)

Frankenstein

Just random stuff

Yandere lawyer dad

Werebear

Mad scientist

Camp counsellor mum

Hippy family

Yandere cop

Corrupt lawyer

Corrupt cop

Tw ( kidnapping, chains, cameras)

Your kidnappers leaving triggered a strange and heavy silence to fall over the room. It's like theire presence, no matter how uncomfortable it may be, somehow kept the worst of the fear at bay. While they were there, the imidiate and palpable danger kept your mind in survival mode, but now that they were gone, so was the adrenaline.

It seems you aren't the only one lost in thought. Beside you, Arlo and Finn (though, based on the fact that what they called you isn't, you assume those aren't their real names either) are sitting silently on the bed.

It takes about ten minutes for one of you to finnaly speak up. It's finn, he sits up a little straighter and coughs before finnaly asking the firts question "so.. Where are you guys from" he says.

You answer first "dublin. You?"

"Sligo" comes Finns reply.

Arlo looks up at the mention of the small city before saying "me too"

You consider their answers for a moment before asking a question of your own "how old are you?". It's the first thing that comes to mind... Well not really. What you'd really like to know, is their names, but the blinking red eye of the camera serves as constant reminder of your kidnappers looming presence, and you're sure they wouldn't appreciate that question.

Finn is the firts to answer. You're not surprised. Arlo seems quite shy and frightened. "I'm 17."

He's about as old as you expected him to be. You quickly reply with your age and then you and finn look to Arlo, awaiting his answer.

"im 12" he stammers, voice still small and scared.

You wonder what you could do to help him, but Finn beats you to it, shifting to take Arlo into his arms and holding him tightly.

The pair stay like that for a while. You watch them at first, but eventually decide that you have better things to do.

You carefully get up from the bed and decide to test out the length of your chain.

You find it to be surprisingly forgiving. Even though you can't quite touch all the walls, you find that you can walk around the room pretty well. The bed is in one corner. There's a bean bag and a small shelf with books and board games in another and in the furthest corner there's even a mini fridge and a mysterious large wooden box, though you can't reach it.

The whole room is painted in what you assume is supposed to be a calming shade of brown and the artwork on the walls also gives you that same 'trendy wellness straight out of a magazine feel'. Everything in the room does. Now that you're really looking at it, you can tell that the furniture is expensive and curated.

Looking back towards the bookshelf, you decide to finnaly check out what secrets it holds.

You don't really know what you expected, but you aren't surprised to find it filled with irish learning books. It's clear these people want to mold you into the perfect children, their perfect children. From the books, to the names, to the fact that they even dressed you up with new clothes and jewellery, it all just just feels so fake and curated.

Now that you think about it, it seems that even you three were picked for aesthetics. Looking back at Finn and Arlo on the bed, you can't help but see the resemblance between them. They both share the same eye shape and dirty blonde hair. Thinking back to what the men who took you look like, you find that all three of you share some traits with each of them. Clearly you weren't picked randomly.

A shiver makes its way down your spine at the thought. How long had they been watching you? How did they even find you? Both men had a Mayo accent, while Arlo and Finn are from Sligo and you're from Dublin. You shudder to think what lengths they must have gone to to acquire you three...what lengths they might go to to make sure you don't leave again.

You don't have long to dwell on those thoughts though, as the door to the basement suddenly opens again, revealing the two men, standing in the doorway.

They are dresses differently now. Their new looks are much less casual and you realize that they must have changed out of their pajamas.

Is it not morning anymore? It's so hard to keep track of time.

One of them 'papa' addresses the three of you softly as the the two of them step into the room

"alright yous, I hope you had lots of fund playing with your siblings, but now it's time for some fun with the whole family."

As he's saying this, he sits down on the bed with Finn and Arlo.

Your other kidnapper however, is moving in your direction. There's a brief moment of panic before you realize he's just trying to get to the shelf behind you.

He picks out a game, before looking back at you, smiling and announcing "alright everyone! Let's get up.We're playing twister."

Once the game has been laid out on the floor, the men start explaining the rules.

"we're going to play in irish, alright. We know it's hard right now, but practice makes perfect." Papa explains

His husband then adds "hand is Lámh, Foot is Crúibe, Left is Ar chlé, right is Ceart and on is Ar. I take it you guys still remember all the colours?" when you guys all nod, he continues "great! So 'left foot on blue' would be An chos chlé ar gorm. Any speacial challenges or hard sentences you're still allowed to say in English for now."

With that, the game begins. At first you still find speaking irish very hard, but as time goes on you start to loose yourself in the game and actually find yourself even enjoying it a bit, though everytime the pace starts to slow again, the atmosphere sours, as if you're all collectively remembering why you're all here. It's hard to really describe your feelings in the moment. It's like your brain is almost starting to tire of constantly being in fight or flight.

You can feel your body being pulled out of unconsciousness once more. You don't know how much time has passed, but it feels like the intervals between these moments of awareness are getting shorter and shorter. A small beam of sunlight falls on your wrist and the warmth makes you cry out in discomfort.

You don't open your eyes. Just like the last times, you simply wait for the dreamless sleep to take you again, to make your pain disappear.

But it never comes. After about twenty minutes of laying there in discomfort, you finnaly decide to try and get up.

When you look around, it takes your eyes a second to adjust. You feel so confused and disorientated. This doesn't look like your parents car.

It's a slightly smaller vehicle with a black skylight cover. There's charms you don't recognize dangling from the rear view mirror. In your disorientated state, the small objects captivate you as they blow in the slight breeze. All the windows are down and you're parked in the shade, making the car lovely and cool.

When did that happen? The last thing you remember is being so so hot and then suddenly so so tired, that you couldn't keep your eyes open.

It finnaly occurs to you, that you might be in danger. Your mind is starting to wake up, and you realize that this isn't right. This isn't where you're supposed to be. Mommy said that, you just needed to wait in the car for her, why where you here now.

Where is your Mommy?

You suddenly hear faint footsteps approaching the car. They sound too heavy to be your mothers and when you strain your ears to listen, you notice that they sound crunchy like someone walking on dirt and gravel and not dull and clear like one would expect from the black pavement in the car park.

You start to grow nervous in anticipation, unsure of who was approaching you. You decide that it might be best to try and get up, so you gather all your strength and push through your discomfort until your sitting upright in your seat.

The car door beside you finnaly opens and you find yourself face to face with grown up you don't recognize.

The man has deep brown eyes with hair to match and his lips are curved into a sympathetic smile.

When he starts to speak, you find that his voice is a little rough and deeper than you expected "how long have you been awake, Mi Vida?

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Externally, Esteban seems normal, but inside, he is praying to God that nothing will go wrong.

He parked the car in the forest, far from the venue. Logically, he knows that the likelihood of you being found there is slim to none, but Esteban isn't thinking logically right now. He's only had you for about two hours and yet, it already feels as if dad mode has been fully activated. Like a switch was flipped in his brain and suddenly, you're all that matters.

He doesn't have to stay at the wedding for a long time, only just long enough to not raise suspicion.

He takes another look at the clock on the churches tower. The nth one of the evening, and he thinks that it's finnaly time. Walking up to his cousin, he puts on his best act and, for the first time in years, he's actually nervous again. He's done this thousands of times, and yet this is different. This is the most important performance he'll ever give.

"Pedro, congratulations man." he opens, making sure to keep his smile just a little off.

"thanks man" his cousin replies. He can see on his face that he's already a little concerned. Perfect. The next part of his plan requires a little courage. Esteban bites his tounge as hard as he can, until he can taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

Next, he turns his head away and fakes a coughing fit into his elbow. Pedro imidiatly puts a hand on his back and asks "woah man, are you alright?"

Esteban nods at him, pretending to not want to worry him and badly hiding the blood on his suit. He can see on his cousins face that he noticed. "yeah man, don't worry about it. I just a feel a little sick nothing more."

He can see on Pedros face that he's clearly worried. "I really appreciate you coming here, don't get me wrong, but if you're not feeling well then you don't have to stay."

Esteban pretends to be torn about it "are you sure, man?"

"of course. You're my favourite cousin. We can meet again when you're feeling a bit better and do something to celebrate. Dont worry about it."

With that, Esteban nods, suppressing a triumphant smile.

On his way out, he takes some food from the buffet making sure to take enough for the both of you.

Can you do one for Platonic Yandere Socialist Polititian x reader with conservative parents/family.

Sorry this took so long! I'm on holiday

If anyone were to ask, Esteban would tell them that he's a politician, but if he's being honest, he's more than that. On days like this, he's also a performer.

And it's about to be showtime.

A televised debate against one of the richest women in Chile. Normally, he wouldn't have accepted the debate on account of his cousins wedding being just a few hours away, but she requested him personally and agreed to the tight time frame.

Esteban can feel the energy buzzing around him. Just one wall away, the venue is packed. But it's not his time yet. His opponent makes her entrance first. He can hear the crowd cheering.

This used to make him more nervous back in the day, but he's been in the business for a while now. Sometimes he feels like he's given his whole life to politics. All other plans he had for his life, have gone unfulfilled. At some point, the job just became his life.

Esteban mourns what he lost somedays, but at the same time, he feels passionately about what he does. He loves his country and he loves his people and he believes in a better future for them.

It's time to fight for it

Esteban puts on his best smile and walks on stage. To his absolute delight, his cheering is noticeably louder than his opponents. He makes sure to send one big smile her way while he's basking in the applause.

She gets to start the debate, and Esteban can't help but smile when he hears her fist point. This is exactly what he thought she'd say, he came prepared.

It's not just her statement that's terrible, her delivery is absolutely dreadful. He can tell she practiced this many times. Not enough though, as every word is read of of her card.

Esteban looks down at his card too before he answers her, just once though. His cards contain only statistics and relevant information he might need. Everything that truly makes a performance great, Witt, charisma, style, can't be memorized.

The debate goes on like this for a little while longer, before Esteban gets up and excuses himself. With exaggerated sadness, he explains how he has to go now, before intruducing his co-worker who is going to complete the debate for him now. "i bet she'll still be a more than worthy opponent for our guest here" he winks.

He still has about ten more minutes before he has to go. Pushing his conscience aside, he decides to go for a quick smoke.

Like most of his bad habits, he picked this one up from his father. He's always hated that man. When he was younger, he used to vow to be a better father one day.

Worked out great for him didn't it? Esteban scoffs sarcastically before lighting his cigarette and putting it to his lips. He swore to stop long ago, but he can always feel that itch beneath his skin when he goes to long without it. In the end he always breaks after a couple of hours

Before he can take his first hit though, something, or rather someone, catches his attention.

It's a child's face behind the glass of one of the cars in the parking lot. Their skin is pale and their eyes are half closed. As soon as he connects the dots, Esteban starts sprinting to save them.

Their overheating.

When he gets to the car, he sees that you're all alone in there. The first thing he tries is the handle, but that gets him nowhere as you were locked inside.

He frantically starts searching around the vehicle for something to break the window. During his endeavour, his eyes are assaulted by the conservative stickers which litter every centimetre of the vehicle. If he weren't so terrified right now, he's sure he would have scoffed.

Finnaly, he finds what he was looking for. There's a giant rock on the ground right behind the car.

Without a second to hesitate, he smashes one of the windows.

As soon as he has you in his arms, he takes of with you towards his car.

He's parked in the shade and thus his car is much cooler. he gently places you inside before checking your pulse.

To his relief, it's weak but it's still there. He carefully manoeuvres your tiny body into recovery position and gets a water bottle from the front. He pours some of the cold liquid onto you before using a pamphlet from his glove box to fan cool air over you.

The small gusts move your t shirt ever so slightly, and to his horror, the tiny surface is covered in bruises.

He doesn't have long to ponder this though, as you soon start to wake up a little.

Esteban quickly checks your pulse again and is pleased to find that its already gotten much better.

You're in a stable position now he reckons and so, for the first time since finding you, he can feel his heart beat go back to normal and his adrenaline level drop. He's finally able to think clearly now again and finds himself pondering his next steps.

He knows what he should do. This isn't hard. He should call an ambulance and make a police report, except, he knows how that goes. The police document the bruises and say they'll do something, but they won't and in the end nothing will happen. You'll stay with those people, those horrible people.

He looks down at you again, watching the rise and fall of your chest. You look much better now, like your just sleeping. You are so innocent.

Esteban, stays like that for a little while longer. Pretending to think, or perhaps desperately hoping that he'll change his mind.

But he doesn't. He can feel a single tear roll down his cheek as he gets up and carefully walks back to the car in wich he found you.

There's no cameras in the parking lot and no one saw him since he was the first to leave, there's only one last thing he has to take care of.

His fingerprints on the car door handle.

He wipes them with strange almost mechanical motions. The part that knows he's doing the right thing won, but that doesn't change that he also knows he's about to do something he can never come back from.

My favorite of the yan parents has to be Coen (still haven't forgiven him throwing us off the boat) but I love the water so I will look past it. I would love him to take me to a spot around the coast where I could swim and jump of the nearby rocks or boat into the water. Though I might ask him a thousand times if he has anchored the boat and he won't leave me stranded (again traumatized after being thrown overboard and I love me some delicious angst.) You can do what you want with this, doesn't have to be anything long. I just wanted to share my thoughts. - anon 🦆

Omg I'm so jealousX((! For me summer break is still weeks away, but I am getting a smaller five day break soon. I'm super excited! I'm actually going to go hiking! :))

You awoke to the sound of Coen's voice. "good morning, sunshine. Time to get up". As always, he used a soft and soothing tone when talking to you, but even that wasn't enough to get you out of bed this morning.

The waves were rocking you perfectly and your closet was always a little cooler than the rest of the boat, so if you pretended to still be sleeping, and simply refused to open your eyes, who could blame you?

But all good things must come to an end, although this one was actually quite a pleasant one. You suddenly felt fingers on the sensitive sides of your torso and were almost instantly consumed by laughter, as Coen tickled you awake.

His laughter soon joined yours and through his excitement he teased "I knew you were up, you little bugger! Think your dad doesn't know you?" you were still being incapacitated by your laughter and thus unable to answer, but that didn't seem to bother Coen, who simply picked you up with a grunt and started carrying you up the stairs.

Now that the tickling had seized, you finnaly took a moment to look around, and what you were greeted with, was the sight of a huge watermelon and a delicious looking salad on the dining table. There was also a big pitcher of water there, and you could tell from the condensation that it was ice cold.

Coen just smiled at your obvious excitement "come on Thalia, better eat while it's still cold."

You nodded eagerly in agreement, making Coen smile once more.

The food was as amazing as you thought. The salad was cool and the watermelon was sweet and juicy. While you were eagerly devouring your meal, Coen started speaking again in a excited tone

"you like it?" he smiles. You imidiatly reply "yes! Thank you dad." nodding vigorously to help convey your message.

Coen couldn't help but laugh at that, and with an audible grin he spoke "we're actually gonna do something really exciting today, Thalia."

That made you look up from your food, smile now matching his. "really? Like what" you inquired.

"well, I'm gonna drive us to some cliffs , pretty shallow nothing to dangerous, and were gonna have a little ocean day!"

Your excitement suddenly dwindled. You could feel your stomach twisting at his words. You don't like being in the water. Last time you were, Coen had thrown you in and didn't let you back onto the boat.

Even if he only did it as a punishment, who's to say he won't get angry again? At least when you're on the boat, he can't drive away without you.

Coen must have noticed your worry, because his face also dimned slightly. "Is everything alright, Thalia?" his voice is concerned now.

You didn't want him to know what you were thinking, so you quickly forced a smile and went back to eating.

He seemed to contemplate pushing the issue for a couple more seconds, but ultimately decided to let it go.

The rest of breakfast was uneventful, though that rock was still weighing on your stomach.

After breakfast you two cleaned up as a team and, to your dismay, made light work of the dishes. And so the inevitable came to pass. It was time to drive to the beach.

Coen had sent you too your room to go change into your swimming costume. While you were changing, you grew more and more panicked. What if this was all just his plan to get rid of you? What if you had done something to anger him? What of he doesn't let you on the boat again?

You were so busy worrying, that you didn't notice time pass until it was too late. The boat came to a stop and you heard his footsteps descending the stairs.

When he entered, he was initially smiling, but that quickly changed once he saw your expression. "Thalia? Are you alright? What happened?". For some reason, his concern opened the floodgates in your eyes and you were no longer able to hide your emotions.

As soon as you started crying, Coen hugged you tightly. Through tears, you explained yourself "what if you don't let me back on the boat again?" you cried. Coen seemed shocked by the mere question. With genuine confusion, he asked "why would I do that?". With a shaky voice you reply "you've done it before." in an accusatory tone.

Coen finnaly pulls back to look at you, wiping some of the tears from your face. "I'm sorry about that, Thalia, but I had to do that, because you weren't listening to me. I only did it because I needed you to understand. I'm not going to do it again."

Tears slowly subsiding but voice still shaky, you ask "promise?" while wiping your eyes.

"Promise. "Coen replies without skipping a beat.

Finnaly, you agree to change onto your swimming costume.

Up on the Stern , you carefully check for the anker. You try to be sneaky about it as you lean over the side of the boat, but Coen catches you in the act

"the boat is ankered. I promise." then, he picks you up and carefully makes his way into the water with you.

It's absolutely lovely. The water has the perfect temperature and you can hear Coen's steady heartbeat, reassuring you that he's still right there with you.

After a couple of moments pass like this, you finnaly feel ready to swim on your own and the two of you make your way over to the cliffs he was talking about.

It's surprisingly easy to scale the cliffwalls, though it does take a bit of bravery, but once you're up, you're rewarded with a stunning view of the turquoise water and the blue sky. Coen is standing beside you, and after a couple of moments of looking, he takes you hand and looks at you "ready?" he grins. You take one last deep breath before nodding.

The two of you junp together, and as soon as you did it, you want to go again. You end up spending hours like that. Climbing, jumping and swimming until it's time for lunch. You have so much fun, that you forget all about your fear, and when you go to sleep that evening, the thought of something like that happening again seems almost silly to you. Besides, maybe you really did deserve it that first time. Dad was only trying to keep you safe after all.

Coen : evading the police was surprisingly easy. They were searching for him everywhere, but trying to find a white boat in Australia is like looking for a needle in a haystack. The hard part, was the heartbreak. Coen thought he was getting somewhere with you, he really did. He loved you, a lot and he thought that you were finnaly starting to love him back. He follows the news about you as closely as possible, watching you from afar. He missed you, of course you're his baby, but it's not just that, he's waiting for an opportunity to bring you back home. Next time, he won't be as lenient.

Nolan : he would have a much harder time not getting caught. He ends up having to live in motels for a while, laying low. He'd be angry sure, but not at you. He's always been realistic about your relationship, about how it started.... Hed be angry that you're living with those horrible people again, the same one's that treated you like shit. He can't take the thought of you having to live like you did when he found you ever again, so, against his better judgement, he starts sending you gifts. Clothes, food, blankets anything he thinks you might need, that he knows you're not getting. Just trying to help you until he can bring you home again.

Parental yandere thief x male oc

Tw (child abuse, implied kidnapping, delusions)

Parker smiles as he turns up the radio and looks out the window. Him and his wife, Hazel, had been living this kind of life for two years now. At first, he was so scared but now the thrill had worn of.The two of them have evaded the police countless times.

The only feeling that never left him, was the guilt. Late at night, he'd be laying there, thinking about it. About what a piece of shit he was. They tried to do the right thing of course, would only rob rich people or large stores, but they were still robbing people. When he was younger, he used to be such a good person.

He isn't a thief because he wants to be. No one wants this, but because he fell on hard times and just couldn't find any other way out. He used to have dreams though. He had always wanted to help people.

He had a rough childhood. Back then, he used to dream of someone coming to rescue him. He wanted to be that person. He wanted to help people, to be their hero.

What happened to him?

Parker can feel a single tear run down his cheek. He quickly wipes it away, checking beside him that Hazel didn't see. He tried to focus on the scenery again and as he watched the trees go by, right then and there he made a wish. He wished that one day, he would get to help someone.

"alright, we're there." Hazel's voice startles him. They're at the house now. Parker quickly puts on his mask and gets his gun. One last deep breath.

Showtime

The house is completely empty, but the criminals still move with care and precision.

Carefully Hazel pulled down her mask a bit to whisper her plan into parkers ear "I take the bottom floor, you take the top floor." Parker nods, and the two of them separate.

Once he's creeped his way up the stairs, hes met with a long hallway with three doors.

Parker just blindly picks the first door. It leads into a huge lavish bedroom. It's decorated childishly and Parker is about to close the door again to find the parents bedroom, when he suddenly hears whimpering and crying coming from the closet.

Parker freezes. He's suddenly faced with a choice to make. Get out while they still can and ignore the crying, or see if the person needs help and risk getting caught.

Parker knows what he would choose, but he fears Hazel's reaction. She's always been the more ruthless of the two and he knows she would disapprove of him even standing here to think about it.

In the end, Parker goes with his heart. With shaky hands he opens the bathroom door

He's met with a horrible sight. A child is chained by their neck to the toilet. The poor thing is covered in bruises and crying.

Without a second thought, he takes of his mask and immidatly gets down on his knees to shush the little one. "it's alright. It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm gonna get you out of here."

With one last hug to reassure the kid, he quickly gets up again and rushes downstairs, where he finds Hazel taking the consoles.

"Hazel. There's a kid upstairs, he's chained to the toilet. I need your pliers. Quick quick."

Hazel looks at him. There's panic in her eyes "shit! Did he see you? Why aren't you wearing your mask?!"

Parker honestly doesn't know Ho to respond. "what are you saying? He's got bruises all over him. We need to get him out of here!"

Hazel's voice and face are still filled with panic, but there's anger there now to "are you crazy?! Fuck that kid!Do you want to get caught?!"

Parker is completely stunned. He's always known that Hazel was the more serious and less emotional one of the two, but he's always imagined, that if something like this ever happened, if someone ever needed their help, she would put another human being above the mission without question. He would never have imagined, that she would be willing to just leave a child like that

Suddenly, he spots the pliers on the kitchen table. Hazel noticed him notice at the same time, but he's quicker than her.

As soon as he has the equipment in his hands, he rushed out the room

He feels unnaturally light as he rushed up the stairs. He didn't really notice the adrenaline rushing through him until now.

He can hear Hazel behind him, but he doesn't care what she thinks anymore. Right now all that matters is getting the boy out of there. As soon as he reaches the bathroom, he closes and locks the door

Once he's in front of the kid again, he wastes no time cutting him free. As soon as he is, the kid clings to him in a tight hug, tears wetting parkers shirt.

Suddenly, the pair is startled by the sound of fists pounding against the door. Hazel is still outside, letting her fury rain down like thunder.

Parker quickly cups his hands against the boys ears, shielding him from the sound.

He can hear Hazel loud and clear though. "Parker! I swear to God. You are fucking ruining everything right now! If you don't get out of there right now, I swear to God I'm gonna leave without you. I love you, but I'm not gonna give up everything just because you're too fucking stupid to do the right thing. "

With a steady and sure voice Parker replies "I am doing the right thing."

The pounding suddenly stops. There's a couple of seconds of silence, then he can hear the sound of Hazel's footsteps as she hesitantly retreats.

Parker doesn't care anymore, choosing to instead focus his attention on the boy again "what's your name buddy?"

"Mateo". His shaky voice breaks parkers heart.

As he looks into Mateos little eyes, he's suddenly overcome by a wave of clarity. This is his purpose in life. This is what he's always been waiting for all these years.

Suddenly, nothing in the world bothers him anymore. Not even the sound of the car driving of without him outside.

He's got Mateo now and Mateo's got him.

Coen :his first language is English and a tiny bit of yumplatok. I always imagined him as being half aboriginal, specifically as being from seisia. This might shock some people, but not only would he not learn your language for you, he would also forbid you from speaking it. In his eyes, you were always meant to be his, you just came to him through a different way. He sees your old language as a tie to your old life, wich must be cut for your little family to come together. Just like your name, he simply sees it as another obstacle to be removed.

Nolan: his first language would be English. He's from the pacific north west(don't ask were specifically) , so it only makes sense. Would definetly learn the language for you if you had a different one. He would be very excited to share this with you and with every day that passes, he would try to have deeper and more meaninful conversations with you. The first thing he would learn to say is 'I love you' so that he could tell you every night.

Mr brunner :His first language is German, but he also knows French and Swiss German, because he lived in Switzerland for a couple of years and taught at another school before he got his job at yn's school. He wouldn't learn your language for you either. He sees himself as being your saviour, wich is how he justifies removing such a large part of your culture from your life. He's saving you from your old life with you old parents, so it's not a big deal that he's making you assimilate into German culture. That's just what he has to do.

Joshua (yan cowboy dad) : his first language is good ol' southern American English. If Miles had another first language, he would be imidiatly forbidden from ever speaking it. Joshua doesn't like anything that reminds him of the fact that he only took miles, that he's only playing house. He wants his perfect world to stay intact, and in this perfect world Miles is his. He raised Miles, anything that reminds him of the life he lived before him, is aggressively shut out.

Parental Yandere corrupt lawyer

Marek had always had it easy. Perhaps that makes this all way worse. There isn't some kind of horrible event he can point to as the genesis for all this.

He's always been spoiled, perhaps that's it. Maybe he's just been spoiled rotten. A full ride to the most prestigious law school in the country, a beautiful apartment in Prague, designer clothes. Marek has everything.

Everything money can buy.

And yet, he's always felt this strange longing inside of him. He knows logically, that he could simply pay a woman to be his wife and start a family, or just adopt a baby somewhere.

But Marek doesn't want that. He doesn't want to raise just any child. He wants the best. Always the best.

From the moment he first saw you, he knew he had to have you.

You were playing in the park and something about you just... Clicked. The way you laughed, the way you carried yourself, the way you were funny and happy, but not too loud. Perfect. You were perfect.

Perfect for him

Making fake claims against your parents was easy enough. The higher ups at the police were a lot like him. Perhaps they shared his story. Like always, he simply payed for what he wanted and that was that.

Making sure he would he would be the one to get you. That was the hard part.

He had everything planned out perfectly. Your parents were fighting to keep you. of course they were. But they had no chance against him and his influence. Then, before you could even have a chance to slip through into the system, he would swoop in and adopt you.

To anyone looking in, he looked like a hero. Stepping in to save an abused little kid and then giving them a good home. He would tell family and friends that he was just so touched by this case, and that he just knew he could give you a better life. Every child deserves a loving home after all.

The perfect home

Marek looked in the mirror one last time, fixing his tie and adjusting his cuffs. Only five minutes until court began.

Five more minutes until he could finnaly make you his.

Platonic yandere policeman x teen oc double kidnapping

(tw weapons and violence, blood and injury, death, kidnapping, corruption? (is that a tw?))

Aaron could feel his feet pulsing with his heartbeat. A terrible throbing pain had been plaguing him since yesterday.

He wishes he could rest properly, even for just one night. Maybe tomorrow, but today he didn't manage to scrape together enough money for a hotel. And so he finds himself wandering along the dark, dirty road again in a tired daze that leaves his senses impaired.

Suddenly, a scream pierces through the heavy fog. Imidiatly, his whole body reacts, violently jerking him back into the moment.

There's two men a couple of meters away from him. They're clearly angry. Aaron feels his heart sink when he realizes that one of them has a gun. They haven't spotted him yet.

Without second thought, Aaron darts into a alley. As soon as he's sure that the shadows have completely hidden him in their darkness, he breathes a heavy sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he feels hands on his face. He wants to scream, but he can feel something long and cold pressed against his throat. Something sharp.

With shaky legs, he lets the hands guide him further into the alley and then into a car.

From his new seated position, he can finnaly see what his assailant looks like. It's a man with longer blonde hair and crazy eyes.

He locks Aaron in the car while he goes over too his side. Then he starts the engine and the two drive away.

They leavy the city at surprising speeds, and though they pass by multiple other people on the highway, Aaron never finds an opportunity to signal for help. He can feel the threat of the weapon looming over him constantly.

While they are driving, the kidnapper repeatedly looks over at Aaron. Every once in a while, he'll also swallow nervously. Eventually, he breaks and starts talking with a shaky voice.

"my name is Mike. What's your name?"

"Aaron" he replies nervously

"you're probably wondering why you're here Aaron."

Aaron doesn't reply verbally, too afraid that his voice might give away his true feelings of fear and anger. Instead he just nods. The pair have left the highway now and are instead on an empty Forrest road. He's all alone with him now. Truly alone.

The man continues anyways, clearly unbothered " you look rough Aaron. When I saw you, I could imidiatly tell that you're in a shit situation right now. I've been there before. I want to help you Aaron. That's why I took you"

The mans monologue is suddenly cut short by red and blue lights flashing behind them.

Aaron almost cries form relief. The police is pulling them over.

The man panickes. Aaron swears he can see his eyes bulging out of his skull and his hands are shaking as they hold the steering wheel.

What was suppose to be a routine traffic stop, quickly turns into a chase instead as the man starts speeding down the road

Aaron tries his best to calm him down, but nothing he says is working "hey man. Don't panic please. You're just going to make it worse!"

"we have to run! They're going to take you away from me. I just found you!! I can't lose you"

"you're not going to lose me. Please just listen! Everything will be fine if you just stay calm."

Suddenly, the man violently turns the steering wheel and the car leaves the road, driving into the dark Forrest instead.

If they weren't fucked before, now they are.

"wtf are you doing man?! Are you crazy? We're going to fucking die!"

"im trying to save you! He's never going to follow us here!"

When he answered Aaron, the man took his eyes away from where he was driving for a second. Faster than he can process, the car collides with a tree.

His eyes don't even have time to understand what's going on. Almost instantly, Aaron's world fades to black.

Raphael was on his way home from work. He'd already dropped of his partner, and was just on the way to drive the car back to the station, when he suddenly noticed a vehicle which had been reported stolen that morning.

With a heavy sigh, he turns on his siren. Looks like he's coming home late today.

His annoyance quickly turns into panic though, when the driver of the stolen car fucking floors it away from him.

And then, things turn from bad to worse, when he drives into the pitch black Forrest.

Raphael quickly abandons his car and, running after them while phoning the station for backup.

He quickly starts to feel lost in the dark Forrest, until a loud boom suddenly alerts him to the exact location of the vehicle.

With his gun drawn, he approaches the scene. Behind him he can hear backup finnaly arriving

What he's greeted with when he follows the noise, is a the horrifying sight of the vehicle completely engulfed in flames.

The engine clearly exploded. Raphael quickly checks the scene and finds only one person.

The driver, or what's left of him, is laying a couple of meters away from the vehicle.

Raphael honestly doesn't know how to respond. His body just sort of blanks in response to the horrible sight. He stands there with ringing ears and a beating heart until backup arrives.

The voice of his supervisor is what snaps him out of it. With tears in his eyes he finnaly moves, turning his head to look at his old friend.

The two of them share a wordless conversation and after a couple of deep breaths, Raphael's back.

It takes them an hour, but together they manage to get the scene back under control. Everything's been secured and documented. From here on out, a different department's responsible.

Raphael is still quite shaken though, and despite his colleagues gentle encouragement, he doesn't drive back to the station right away. Instead he sits in his car for God knows how long with the windows down.

He doesn't think he's in any condition to drive right now, and he's still shaking.

At first, he thinks he's just imagining hearing a scream coming from the woods, but then there's a sound of something heavy hitting the floor and more screaming and groaning, and suddenly he's not so sure he's not imagining it.

Just to be safe, he decides to check it out. If something happened, he'll just call for backup again.

Carefully, he enters the Forrest. He only has to walk for a couple of minutes before he realizes that he sure as hell wasn't imagining anything.

There's a kid laying on the floor in front of him. He's covered in blood and clearly scared and dissorianted.

Without a second to loose, Raphael quickly rushes too help. He's laying on a bunck of branches and with a look up and muttered "jesus christ" Raphael realizes, that the explosion must have flung him out of his seat and into a tree. No wonder they missed him.

"hey buddy. Are you alright?" too his amazement, the kid actually replies "idk. My hand hurts.." his weak voice breaks Raphael's heart.

He's so young and yet he's clearly been through so much. Raphael doesn't understand how his parents could ever let this happen. His hair is matted and his clothes are torn and dirty.

He's never been able to have children of his own. He'd give anything to have one and yet here are people who just throw this amazing gift away. His heart breaks thinking about what will happen to the poor boy.

Unless... Raphael sudenly gets a horrible idea. No one else knows that he's here. The kid is injured sure, but the worst injury he can see is two crushed fingers on his left hand, apart from that it's nothing he can't fix.

With a concerned tone he says "can you try to stand up for me?"

"... Yeah... I think so"

Raphael gently supports the boy and help him to stand.

"what's your name?" he asks in a soft tone

"Aaron" the kid replies

"alright Aaron. Where gonna go to my police car together. I'm an officer. I'm gonna help you, yeah."

Aaron is clearly in pain, but still nods bravely. Together the two slowly make their way over too Raphaels vehicle.

Once they're there, Raphael has Aaron sit down in the front seat of the car. Then, he goes to the trunk and unlocks it. Inside he still has some cocaine that he confiscated earlier that day. With a hammering heart, he takes two of the three bags. He has to keep reminding himself that he doing something good and that he need to do this to help the kid his kid

Checking to see that Aaron can't see him, he mixes a bit of the white powder into a fresh plastic water bottle, then he returns to Aaron.

"here. Drink this."

The boy complies without second thought, and after just a couple of sips, he's out like a light.

Raphael starts the engine and buckles him up. Time to take him home. The ahrdes part is about to come, operating on his hand.

But he'll do it. For him he'd do anything.

Nolan:Would be absolutely heartbroken that you're doing this. Hates the thought of you being scared of him. He would try everything he could to make you less scared. He would refuse to leave you alone there, instead sitting there with you for hours talking gently and coaxing you out.

Coen: he would find your behaviour absolutely unacceptable. As soon as he realizes he won't be able to drag you out, he covers the exit with a something heavy. He would leave you stuck in the small space until you're apoligizing and begging to be let out. Once you've crawled out though, he would take you back into his arms and hug you tenderly. As far as he's concerned, your punishment is over now, no need to keep beating a dead horse.

New family: Papa would stay behind, watching you and making a last effort to coax you out. Meanwhile, dad would go and grab a broom. Once he's back, he'd simply use that to drag you out of your hiding spot. You would absolutely be punished after and they would give you a stern talking too about how " we communicate in this household. We don't act out"

Parental Yandere witch mom x weredeer gender neutral reader

Fun fact! In my country the night between the last day of April and the first of may, is traditionally considered the night of witches! I wanted too publish this then... But I'm impatient XD

You can feel the sunlight on your fur as you happily prance through the Forrest. You hadn't shifted in along time, and so this little walk felt amazing.

When you don't change forms for too long, a strange and restricting feeling starts wrapping itself tightly around your heart. It's like growing hungry, you can only ignore it for so long.

You can feel the soft moss under your hooves and hear the gentle rustling of the wind shaken trees. You feel completely peaceful like this.

Until you suddenly feel a net wrapping itself tightly around your body. It takes your startled mind a second to catch up to what just happened, but when you regain your composure, you realize that you had stepped into a hunters trap and where now hanging in a net about two feet of the ground.

Fuck. Fuck. You suddenly start hyperventilating as the reality of your situation really starts to hit you. When you're found, you'll have to reveal your identity to a human. Maybe you could just try to shift back now? You would most definetly be arrested for taking a naked stroll through a public Forrest, but that's still better than what might happen too you if your found.

Your so panicked that, you don't hear the footsteps until it's too late. All of a sudden, there's a woman standing right in front of you.

She regards you with a horrifyingly amused expression. As if seeing you in this net was somehow funny or something.

Then, she reaches out her hand and touches your forehead. A flash of yellow light erupts, completely eclipsing your vision. You suddenly and violently start to feel tired, and before you know it, you're out like a light.

When you come too again, your still in deer Form. You're no longer in the net though, instead finding yourself sorounded by a beautiful, cozy looking bedroom. You're laying in the centre of it, in the bed.

The woman is standing over you. The look on her face still sends shivers down your spine. She's smiling down at you lovingly now. When she locks eyes with you, her smile widens and in a sing songy voice she grinns "I know what you are" through her smile.

You freeze completely. How does she know? How could she possibly know. You stare at her blankly.

At first, she simply stares right back, but her patience soon starts too run out, as evidenced by her smile slowly fading. Eventually, it's completely replaced by a stern and serious look. In a calm but authorative voice, she speaks "I want you to shift back. If you don't I'll kill you."

That got you moving. You quickly started scrambling away from her on the bed, but, despite your fear, you still couldn't bring yourself too change forms in front of her. The taboo around the forbidden act was still looming over you and preventing you from doing it, even with your heart practically trying to jump out of your chest.

The woman seemed entirely unamused by your hesitance. " you think I'm joking? You have five minutes, or else I'll genuinely kill you."

With your heart still hammering and your lungs heaving from fear, you finnaly shift. As soon as you're back in human form, you quickly Cover youslef with the blanket on the bed.

Ava was on her daily afternoon walk when she finnaly saw you again. She was expecting the sort of delightful but all in all uneventful sights that her little routine usually had to offer, though there was always that little flameof hope burning in her chest. So the sight of her target finnaly in her trap came as quite the welcome surprise.

She knew for a long time, that there was a weredeer who frequented her woods. She had seen the person shift before and been curious about the rare being since then.

Well... Maybe curious is too mild of a word for it. Maybe obsessed would be more acurate. She's been watching them on theit walks through her forrest and taken quite the shine too the mischievous little thing.

They liked snacking from the Berry bushes, playing in the stream and rolling through the grass.

So, ava planted more berrys, She enchanted the stream too keep the water at the perfekt temperature, and she planted pretty wildflowers along the borders of their favourite meadow.

She's was contend to take of them from afar at first. Happy even, as has she watched them enjoy her gifts.

But the longer she watched them, the more she felt that it just wasn't enough. She would often find herself thinking about them during her daily chores. While she was picking berrys, she would imagine that she was picking them too share. While she was decorating her hut, she would wonder what they might think of it.

But she was able too shake these feelings and keep her daydreams where they belonged. Until her baby stopped showing up.

She would frequent the spots they usually did, and not find them anywhere. Eventually she even started too search the whole Forrest.

Confusion quickly turned too panick as the days turned into weeks.

Until one day, she installed nets along all of their favourite spots.

Parental yandere hippy family

Reader gets adopted unknowingly

"Kimberley! " Kim wakes up with a fright. Her mother is standing in front of her bed, an angry expression on her face. Through the window, she can see that it's still nightime.

Kim quickly tries to think of everything that her mother could be so angry about that she would wake her up in the middle of the night . About a thousand ideas come too mind.

She honestly doesn't consider herself to be a particularly terrible daughter. She just doesn't fit into the tiny world her parents want her to confine herself to.

It's honestly a joke what they consider rebellious. She likes to wear short dresses sometimes. So what? She hangs out with both boys and girls at school, and worst of all... She dares too express her opinion sometimes.

She knows her parents are ashamed of her. Sometimes she even thinks they regret having her. They see her as an embarrassing stain on their perfect reputation.

Her mother lifts her hand, and Kim, knowing what to expect, braces herself for impact. The slap hurts. She can tell that her mother meant it, that there was real hatred behind it. She would probably do more if she didn't think that was embarrassing too, she thought bitterly.

Then, her mother opens her moth again, eyebrows drawn down in anger. Time for the moment of truth. What did Kim do this time?

"did you kiss Mary?!" her mother screams at her, voice quivering in anger.

Kim can feel her blood turn too ice. She has no idea how her mother found out about that. She kissed her in a game of truth or dare, and honestly almost forgot about the incident.

Her mother takes the scared look on her face as conformation and her anger visibly deepens into full on rage.

"I knew I should never have moved too California!" she screams. Then she takes a deep breath, clearly trying to collect herself, and calmly says "your father is waiting for us downstairs. Clearly, you don't want to listen to me, soI think it's time he talks to you."

Kim gets up and starts walking downstairs on shaky legs. Her mother was horrible, but at least she found it unwomanly to strike her daughter.

Her father had no such qualms.

Downstairs, she was met by her silent father, standing in front of the couch with a serious expression.

Cautiously, she stood right at the doorstep, not daring to approach the angry man.

Unfortunately, he had other plans. With his fingers he ordered her closer.

Almost as soon as she was close enough to grab, he did. Kim let out a frightened yelp and tried her best to protect her body, but it was of no use. His hand rained down on her like thunder and by the time he was done, she was a crying shaking mess on the living room floor.

With a stern voice her father addressed her one last time " I don't know what kind of crazy ideas you got from those homeless people, but this is a traditional household. You will not act like them. You are my daughter. You belong to me and so you listen to me" with that, he left the room with no regard for her still on the carpet.

Kim cclosed her eyes and let the cool tears stream down her face. She would leave for school tomorrow and then never come back. She just couldn't take this anymore.

With a new found determination, she carefully lifted her bruised body and limped her way up the stairs.

In her room, she emptied the contents of her school bag, hiding her notebooks and pens beneath her mattress instead. Then, she filled the bag with everything she thought she would need, clothes and toiletries replacing books and folders.

Her heart was racing the whole time, terrified to wake up her parents. Once she was done, she climbed back into bed and spent the last couple of hours until sunrise trying to come up with a plan.

The next morning, she sat at the table as usual. Her mother tried to pretend like nothing had happened, but the energy between the three of them was tense and uncomfortable.

Then, she got on the bus as usual and got of at school as usual. Except, instead of going inside, she carefully snuck into the bushes by the entrance and from there into a small patch of threes sorounding the school yard

Once she was sure that no one could see her anymore, she started sprinting towards the bus stop. She had about twenty minutes before the school would realize she was missing. She wanted to get to the city Center before that and hide amongst the crowds of downtown LA.

The bus ride gave her a second to breathe and collect herself. The reality of what she had done was starting to sind in and she could feel her hands start to shake.

More than once she was tempted to turn back, but then she would remember her father's face and a new wave of determination would fill her.

She was so lost in her little mental spiral, that she almost missed her stop.

The streets were filled with people and music and Kim felt a tiny flame of optimism deep within her chest.

But she also felt scared. She had achieved exactly what she wanted, she had gotten lost amidst the sea of people and she started feeling a little overwhelmed.

With a brisk pace she fled into one of the less busy side streets.

She wandered down her new path for a while, until she heard a woman beside her. "aren't you supposed to be at school darling?" the unfamiliar voice questioned. It was a woman with long black hair and tan skin in a colourful flowy dress. She was sitting on a blanket with home made necklaces and jewellery spread out in front of her. She was clearly here too sell them.

Kim didn't know how to respond, so she tried to just keep it moving instead and ignore the woman.

She clearly had other plans though and shouted after her "wait! Wait! I'm sorry"

Kim felt like it wouldn't be right to just keep walking, so she stopped and looked back at the woman expectantly.

"do you want something to eat? You look hungry" she said in a kind tone, clearly afraid too spook her and have her run of again.

Kim knew she probably shouldn't accept the woman's offer, but that morning at the breakfast table she had barely been able to eat anything, nerves preventing, and while she was packing, she was restricted too her room and small bathroom since she couldn't wake up her parents.

In the end, she hesitantly approached the woman who smiled and patted the spot next to her, inviting Kim to join her on her blanket. Hesitantly, she did.

After she sat down, the woman reached behind her to pull out a bag that Kim had missed the first time she looked at her. From said bag, the woman pulled out a croissant and handed it to her. Then, she asked her a question "what's you name, darling?" she said. "Kimberly." she replied "Kimberly?" the woman repeated her name with a smile. Kim nodded. Then she added "but everyone calls me Kim." the woman picked up something from the blanket in front of her. Now that Kim was closer, she could see that she was working on a bracelet, expertly weaving colourfull string and beads into a beautiful design.

Kim took a big bite of her croissant and watched her with interest. Then, she suddenly remembered basic manners and through chews she asked "what's you name? Oh and thank you for the food." the woman chuckled and through her smile she replied "Nita. And you're welcome.". Kim nodded thoughtfully. She had never heard a name like that before.

Kim took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment too let herself enjoy the cool breeze.

For the first time since she had gotten on that bus, she could feel her heart start too settle. Sitting here with Nita, she felt safe and protected.

Suddenly a new fear started to sneak its way into her chest. After she was done eating, she would be alone again.

So she tried to slow down. Suddenly every bit needed to be dainty like her mother had taught her.

Nita noticed her strange nibbles and asked in a concerned tone "what's wrong? Don't you like the croissant?". Kim felt bad about making Nita feel like her gift wasn't apreaciated, so with a nervous sigh, she answered honestly "no it's nice... I just don't know where I'm gonna go after this. I was just trying to stay here a little longer. I'm sorry."

While saying this, Kim had turned her head down I'm shame, so she couldn't see the strange look crossing Nita's face at her words. By the time she locked up at Nita again to watch her expression while she replied, it was gone, replaced by fake concern "what do you mean darling? Don't you have a home?" she asked.Kim looked down again in shame before shaking her head. Nita then reached out with her hand, using it to lift her face back up towards hers. "oh darling. I'm so sorry about that. If you'd like, you could stay with me. A sweet little thing like you doesn't belong in the streets."

Kim could feel a tear run down her face at those words. She quickly turned away to wipe it discreetly, though she knew that Nita had definitely seen it already anyways.

Once she had collected herself a bit, she turned back towards Nita and nodded. She felt she owed Nita a proper reply though, so she swallowed down her tears and in a wobly voice she said "thank you so much. I don't know what I'd do without you" Nita just smiled and hugged her tightly.

The two stayed together until lunch time. And while they were sitting there, Nita told Kim all about her life and where she lived. "it's a beautiful house! I have a bedroom bathroom and small sitting room there, that's where you're gonna be sleeping from now on, and everything else, we share. The living room, the kitchen, everything. It's so beautiful, we're a real community. I sell jewellery and sew, David repairs old furniture and sells it once he's done, Cynthia sews as well and she mainly takes care of our garden , where we grow most of our food. We try to stay connected too Mother earth. Keneth is the last member of the family. He works at an auto repair shop and he can also crochet. We sell his pieces at the market with the clothes Cynthia and I made. "she explained. Kim was more than happy to listen, fascinated by the lifestyle so different from hers. She felt like she had been living her life in the past in a way, her parents still stuck on the ways of the 50s and early 60s, and now here was this modern woman, willing to share her freedom with her. It was incredibly exciting. However a thought quickly crossed her mind. "how will I earn my stay?" she asked. Nita looked at her with a strange expression that Kim couldn't read, then she replied in a serious tone "you are doing more than you think by being there. It's us who have to earn you." Kim could tell that there was a much deeper meaning behind those words, but it eluded her completely. In a way, the strange statement actually scared her a bit, but Nita was quick to move on and continue their interesting conversation. Kim quickly forgot about it again.

Once lunch finnaly came around though, the two of them got up though. They had sold a surprising amount of jewellery, and had gathered enough money now to get themselves a small treat on their way too the house.

Nita let Kim choose what that treat was going too be, and she didn't have to think long. Almost immediately, she excitedly exclaimed "hot fudge Sunday!". Then she remembered how entirely unbecoming of her that was and quickly dulled down her excitement again. When she looked over at Nita though, she realize that her worry had been unnecessary. She looked just as happy as she was and was looking at her with a huge smile. Kim felt relief wash over her as she realized that Nita wasn't like her parents. With slight shock, she realized that she even felt safe around an adult for the first time in her life.

The dessert was absolutely amazing, and Kim couldn't wipe the smile of her face if she tried. Nita had ordered the desert to eat out and Kim quickly realize why. She had taken her too a beautiful spot overlooking the ocean. It was clearly a secret spot since Nita and her were the only people there and Kim felt completely comfortable and safe.

After eating, the two of them finally headed too the house and words honestly couldn't describe how excited Kim felt to finally see her new home.

The house was just as beautiful as Nita had promised. There was plants everywhere and you could see handcrafted objects were ever you looked.

Nita's room was upstairs, and just as promised she had a bathroom, a small room with a couch and a bookshelf, and a bedroom at the back. From her windows you could see the garden and, just like the rest of the house, you could tell just by looking at it how much love went into it.

"so.. What do you think?" Nita asked behind her. "I love it!" Kim replied excitedly.

Nita's smile grew wide and she cheerfuly said "it's time to make lunch now! We always cook together so you'll get to meet everyone now." then she took her hand and led her back downstairs.

Kim was greeted by three slightly confused adults. It made her a bit nervous, especially when they all shared a meaninful look that she couldn't understand. It was like the four were having a wordless conversation, speaking in a language only they could understand.

One of the men noticed her discomfort though and quickly send a reassuring smile her way "hi. I'm David." he said in a soft voice. Kim ahd never heard a man speaking softly like this before. In her previous life, it felt to her as if men were something to be feared, but David didn't scare her right now. He seemed warm and inviting. "hi. I'm Kim" she said, slowly starting to gain some confidence.

The rest of the group quickly intruduced themselves as well and before she knew it, they were all standing in the kitchen together.

Kim had been given the task of the washing the vegetables. Cynthia was standing right next to her, cutting them, and while she was washing them, she told her all about the different plants. They came from the garden, and Cynthia happily shared her wealth of knowledge with Kim.

Once she was done washing, she noticed that Cynthia was now left with a quite the pile of veggies too tackle on her own, so she shily asked "do you need any help with that? I could cut some veggies too if you'd like."

It was as if a she ahd suggested she should do this task with a chain saw. Everyone was suddenly turned in her direction, and she could hear multiple people all softly but sternly telling her no.

Every task she suggested helping with after that was deemed to dangerous by the group and so she just had too sort of stand there and watch them work. Every once in a while, someone would check in to fuss over her, looking at her bruises from yesterday or fixing her clothes or her hair. One time, David even gave her a kiss on the head.?

Lunch was delicious and the table was filled with happy laughter and lively conversation. Kim however, could feel herself growing tired though. At her very first yawn, multiple people turned to her and Kenneth reached out to stroke her hair a bit before asking "are you getting tired darling?". Kim nodded shily. Kenneth just smiled warmly at her and said "you can go to sleep in my bed after lunch if you'd like, since you don't have one yet. Don't worry about cleaning up, we'll do that for you today. You must have had such along and exciting day already." Kim justs nod great fully.

After lunch, she's tucked in by the whole group. It's honestly a bit strange and if Kim had been any more awake it probably would have bothered her more, but in her current condition she just let it happen, falling asleep within minutes.

Nita tiptoed out of the room with the rest of the family. After David had softly closed the door, they all looked at each other in silent triumph.

They had wanted to raise a child. together for a long time now, but the system wouldn't allow a modern and non traditional family like theirs to adopt. The universe always provided though, and today it had finnaly sent them the gift they had all been hoping for.

As she looked into the eyes of her family, it was as if she could hear what they were all thinking. They are going to give this angel the world.

Thank you so much!! Here's finnaly the last part XD! Sorry for keeping y'all waiting

Miles slept terribly that night. His dreams were filled with images of his kidnapper.

Finnaly miles wakes up too a sweat and tear soaked pillow and moonlight softly streaming into his room through the curtains.

He lays there motionless for a while, just staring at the ceiling. His mind though, was racing.

He was filled with sadness, anger, and above all, fear. He wanted so badly to get up and do something, anything.

Since he had came here, every day had been a never ending humiliation for him. Miles felt like he was living his own personal hell.He felt, weak, powerless, embarrassed, and angry.

That's when Miles made up his mind. It was still night time, and he was pretty sure, that he knew where that bastard slept. He had seen behind every door in this house, all except for one. The one at the end of the hallway.

Wiping the tears for his eyes, Miles gingerly gets up. He can feel his heartbeat racing, paranoid about every tiny movement.With on last deep breath, he carefully opens his door.

He's in the hallway now. He can see the door he needs to reach. It's only a couple of meters away, but it feels like it lies at the end of an impossible journey. He almost goes back to bed.

Almost. He gathers every bit of courage he has, and starts making his way down the hallway with soft steps. With every quiet breath, with every nervous swallow, he can feel the collar around his neck, reminding him of the danger he's in, urging him to turn around.

Finnaly, he's reached the door. He takes a moment too steady his shaky hands, then he reaches up, puts one around the door handle and one against the wood... And pauses.

The door is already open. Just the weight of his left hand against it, had opened it a bit.

Just enough too see his kidnapper up in bed.

All he can hear, is the rushing of his blood and the thumping of his heart. His legs start to shake, then they completely give out and miles body painfully hits the floor. He's filled with raw fear unlike anything he's ever filled before, and it's thrown him completely off kilter

He can see the man again now. He's rushed out into the halway to help him. He's saying something, but mile scan only see his lips moving.

He's rearranging miles body, carefully gathering his limbs that lay sprawled out across the floor and tucking them neatly to his side. Then, he takes miles head and gently places it in his lap.

After a couple of minutes, Miles is finnaly cognisant enough again too start understanding what the man is saying too him.

"you're alright buddy. Daddy's got you. You're safe." Miles attempts too answer the man in some way, but all that comes out is a pathetic sounding whimper. The man still responds, clearly happy at receiving any type of response from Miles. "there you are buddy. Can you hear me now? Can you hear daddy? What happend? What's wrong?"

Miles probably should of thought about this and have some kind of preprepared answer ready. But instead he finds himself on the spot. With a heartbeat once more picking up speed and an unsure voice, he answers "I had a nightmare".

Terrified, he scans the man's face for a reaction. He's convinced that he knows it's a lie and that his face will soon dispaly the anger within.

Instead, he finds only empathy where he was fearing rage. The man starts gently caressing Mile's face and speaking too him in the same voice one might use when speaking too a todler, or a dog, miles thought.

"im so sorry Miles. Did you have a nightmare? It's okay now. Daddy's here? Ohh my poor little boy."

If Miles weren't still so afraid, no doubt his face would have betrayed the searing hatred he feels for the man. Usually, behaviour like this would have been like coal too the burning fire of anger in his chest, but in his current state, nothing but relief washes over him. The feeling so powerful, it eclipses everything else.

He gladly, let's the man manoeuvre him into a hug, and before he knows it, he even finds himself crying into his shoulder.

Only moments ago he was fearing another terrible punishment, the sudden safety just gave him whiplash. That's the only reason Miles is feeling strangely comforted right now. It has nothing to do with the arms of the man wich he is clinging too being forced into.

That's also why he follows the man obediently into his bedroom and why he let's him tuck him into his bed and softly sing to him.

That's why he falls asleep almost imidiatly. That's why he doesn't have any nightmares this time. No other reason.

The next morning, Miles awakes too the sound of the man's alarm.

Even though it's turned of again quickly, Miles still groans loudly at the harsh electronic wake up. The man just chuckles next too him, reaching out too ruffle his hair a bit. "sorry big boy. Forgot 'bout that."

When Miles just answers with another groan, the man laughs happily and comments "that's how daddy wakes up every morning buddy."

Breakfast is... Awkward for Miles. The man clearly doesn't care about what happened yesterday, if anything he seems happy, but Miles does. He knows obviously, that he didn't actually seek the man out for help, but he doesn't and that still bothers him.

Miles learned his lesson from last breakfast and eats without complaint this time. The man is speaking, talking about the animals on the farm on about the nice weather, but he's only half listening.

That is until the he mentions the horses. Miles honestly forgot about what the man said yesterday about going for a ride, but as soon as the words leave his mouth, he's all ears again.

He hasn't ridden in forever and he is genuinely excited at the thought of getting to it again, even if he wishes it were under different circumstances,.

He can't help but smile at the thought, something wich gets him another laugh from the man, clearly pleased that he's excited.

After breakfast, the man picks another outfit for Miles. He can honestly say, that this is the worst one so far. It's a stripy crochet sweater and a pair of overalls.

Begrudgingly, he puts it all on.

During his walk to the stables though, he's suddenly a little great full for the clothes the man picked. The weather is cooler than yesterday and the breeze would have no doubt been chilly in just a t shirt.

He's assigned a horse. "she's the calmest horse you'll ever meet." the man explains as he hands the ropes too him.

Then the man picks his and they both saddle up their respective horse and finnaly get going.

Miles is a little unsure at first, skills rusty. But he quickly gets the hang of it again and soon finds himself having a great time.

The man next too him seems happy as well. He's looking over at Miles with a huge smile on his face. Through his grin he says "you're great at this buddy! I honestly thought I would have too help you a bit, but your doing so well pal.". Miles smiles right back, too happy right now too really care about the fact that he probably shouldn't. Happily he replies " I've always been great a riding! When I was younger, I would race the other kids sometimes. I would always win "

The man seems surprised at his words. With a big grin he teases "yeah well, wanna see if you've still got it?". Miles is honestly a little shocked. "what like, right here right now?" he asks. "yep. Or are you scared that your old mans gonna beat you?" the man smiles. "not one bit." he replies. "alright.. Then on the count of three. See that tree over there? That's the finish line."

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three! "

Miles can feel the wind in his hair as he rides as fast as he can. He can't help but laugh, filled with pure happiness at the nostalgic feeling.

Suddenly tough, there's a snake on the ground right in front of him. It all happens faster than he can process. The horse bucks, and he's painfully thrown of.

Before he can even get up, the man is at his side. "oh no buddy. Did you hurt yourself?"

Miles feels for any serious pain, but acne only find some small spots. He'll probably have a hell of a lot of bruises tomorrow, but he'll survive.

After a quick head shake from Miles, the man helps him back ontoo his horse.

What he doesn't know, is that the fall destroyed the little lock at the back of Mile's collar with a tiny click that only he could hear.

Silently he rides back towards the farm with the man, terrified that any small wrong move might give a way his new secret.

Once back at the stables and of of their horses again, the man gently guides Miles to sit down on a hay bale in the corner of the room. Then he gently pet's miles arms one last time before saying "I'll go get some stuff from the house. I wanna look at you a little more thoroughly just to make sure that you really didn't get any ouchies." then he he goes too the large bar doors and disappears.

Miles hands are shaking. This is his chance. Carefully he lifts the too his collar too inspect the lock. Too his delight, it really did break, accidentally falling of into his hand simply from him inspecting it. "

Hands still shaking, he carefully removes the collar. His throat feels almost weird now that it's gone. In a way, he's kind of gotten used too it too it's constant, looming presence.

He has no time too dwell on that though. With slightly unsure legs, he quickly gets the saddle again and gets the horse ready.

He only barely make it. Almost as soon as he's seated in the saddle again, the man returns.

Miles doesn't let that deter him though. He gathers all the courage he has and starts riding as quickly as he can, passing by the man through the open barn doors.

His heart is racing again. This time however, it's hope and not fear that is making him light-headed.

He rides and rides, eventually entering the Forrest again where he has too slow down a bit.

After some time, he stumbles across a road again. He quickly guides the horse onto the asphalt and starts sprinting with it again, following the road through the Forrest.

After about an hour, wich feels like ages too Miles, the road finnaly leads him too a small town.

A diner is the first building he sees and without a moments hesitation, he jumps of his horse and rushes inside.

The dinner is mostly empty, except for the girl working the counter and a couple of old people sitting at some of the tables. When Miles enters, they all look up at him, clearly startled.

"I need the police!" miles franticly explains. Then he adds "my name is Miles Baker. I was kidnapped."

Imidiatly, the diner breaks out Into commotion. Somewhere during the hectic movement, Miles is rushed too the small break room behind the counter and a blanket is draped across his shoulders.

The girl from earlier is standing in front of him now. With a gentle but shaky voice she says "the police will be here in about five minutes."

Thank yyou so much too everyone who liked this series! I'm so glad you enjoyed it:) I really liked writing it too XD

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Parental yandere werebear dad x Kallman syndrome! female reader

Kallmann syndrome (KS) is a genetic disorder that prevents a person from starting or fully completing puberty.

You wake up with the sunrise, though you refuse to fully accept consciousness for a few more precious seconds, hiding your face in your sleeping bag too shield it from the sunrays peeking through the nilon of you tent and silently listening to the singing of the birds and the rushing of the nearby stream.

Soon, it's time to accept reality though. With a groan you get up and stretch, then you zip open your tent and start packing up everything.

With another groan, you realize that your water bottle is basically empty. You would have to go down too the river and filter some water before you could finnaly depart.

Slightly annoyed with yourself, you start making your way down to it. You had decided too pick a a little clearing in the Forrest set right upon your hill as your camping spot, and right now you were regretting that decision, as you carefully climb down towards the water. You were already dreading having to walk back up, especially with your heavy backpack making everything more difficult.

Once you had finnaly reached the river, you took of your bag, then filled you filter bag and sat down on a flat rock while you waited for your bottle too fill.

You take a deep breath in and close your eyes for a moment. The rock and morning air around you hadn't yet fully let go of the chill of nightime, and both felt pleasantly cool. When you breathe out , you open them again and let them wander across the scenery before you.

You can see the dew covered grass decorated by small wildflowers and the tall trees that paint long shadows across the landscape.

Then, you see it. A pair of red eyes, glowing from the darkness, in the spaces between the trees that the sunlight can't reach. And they're looking right at you.

You freeze completely, suddenly locked in an eye contact with the creature, that neither of you seems too want to break. Both completely unmoving.

It takes your brain a couple of seconds too come up with a plan, then you slowly and carefully stand up, making sure too hold the eye contact.

Once you had risen too your full height, you start taking slow, carefull steps backwards, leaving your bottle and backpack behind in favour of getting the fuck out of there.

Too your horor, the creature followed. With every step you took backwards, it took one forwards and as it started to emerge from the shadows, you were finnaly able too make out its form.

It was a giant bear, unlike anything you had ever seen. It's height was comparable to that of a horse, and even through its thick brown fur, you were able too make out the strong muscles needed too move this giant beast.

You could feel your heartbeat in your ears, and every cell of your body seemed enterily consumed by fear. Still, some delusional optimistic part of you, was hoping that the water would be enough to deter the creature. That it was just curious, and would stop at the river bank.

So, you kept slowly making your way up. Until, eventually, it was time to see if your prayers had been answered. You were now standing halfway up the hill and the beast was standing right in front of the river.

You take one last shaky breath, then you place your foot and take the next step.

The creature still follows. And not just that, it speeds up, crossing the river faster than the previous pace you had set.

Once it's across, being on the same side as you seems to embolden it even further. And it's starts clearing the distance between the two of you at an alarming pace.

You can feel adrenaline rushing through you at the sight, and despite your better judgement, you take of and run, body screaming at you too choose flight.

Your feet are pounding against the ground at the same rapid pace as your heartbeat. You are running so fast, that it becomes difficult to even take in your surroundings, eyes struggling too keep up.

It's still not enough. You can hear the creatures heavy steps behind you along with its panting, like a cruel joke, their steady approach seems too mock you, reminding you of your eminent demise

Suddenly, you trip. A terrible pain quickly shoots up your leg, consuming it like a wildfire.

You know your fucked. Body freezing as you look back and lock eyes with the creature once again, now only a meter away from you.

You cant bear too watch any longer and choose to close them instead. Taking one last breath, you prepare yourself for what comes next.

Some part of Otis somewhere deep inside of him, probably the human part, was vaguely aware of just how wrong this was.

For the third night in a row, he was watching an unsuspecting hiker set up camp. He saw her on the morning of the first day for the first time, and since then, he followed her.

Something about her just makes him unable too leave. Her scent, her stature, even the way she moved sent the protective part of his brain into overdrive.

That same small, reasonable part of him, that was begging him too just leave her alone, was aware of the fact that she was human and that the fact she smelled exactly like a vulnerable cub was a mere coincidence.

But the larger part of him, the animal in him, couldn't help but see her as a baby, all alone. Every instinct in him was screaming too take her home and protect her.

After three days he had finnaly made a decision, he would show himself too her the next morning. He would take her home.

I wanted to ask you if you had any favorite yandere father/mother you would rather be kidnapped and why (My bets are on Nolan) and a yandere parent you wouldn't want to be kidnapped and will hitchhike with the first passerby (might get kidnapped, again) and why.

– anon 🦆

Who would I most "like" to get kidnapped by

You got me XD it's 100% Nolan. Like he's still crazy and dangerous, but he's the only one where I could maybe see a way out, if you can plan it right. You can't escape Coen's boat or the new family's chains for example. I'm also a sucker for hiking XD Nolan's story was definitely the most self indulgent for me.