{You'll float too }
A yandere villain Uraraka x gn reader
Wordcount :1.5k
Tw: Mentions of Kidnapping, undescriptive gore , Drugging , abuse ,
Your arm hurt.
That was the first thought as the grogginess of sleep left you. Your arm was pulsing, a rhythmic, heartbeat-like throb. The pain intensifies as the final slithers of sleep slipped away.
Fuck your arm hurt.
You forced yourself to sit up, moving from the fetal position you had tucked yourself into the night before.
The memories of the night's occurrences flooding back into your memory.
Uraraka had strapped you down, onto a gurney of some sort, cooing as she injected one of Kurogiri’s concoctions into the vein on your leg-or had it been your arm -Reassuring you that it would numb you enough that you would hardly feel what she was about to do next.
What- What had she done next? Whatever it was the pain it caused had made you pass out. Which leads to waking up on the cot in the corner.
The room smelled awful. A smell you couldn't exactly pinpoint. Sickenly sweet and rotten all at the same time. The smell so overwhelming that it made you nauseous and that coupled with the pulsating of your arm made your head spin.
You almost laughed to yourself.
What were you expecting? For your prison to smell like roses and fresh fields of lavender? You had managed to be kidnapped by the league of villains. This wasn't a five-star resort.
Of course, it would fucking stink.
You had spent the first two days of your captivity wondering what any other sane person in your position would, Why you?
There had been instances - few- when people were kidnaped by the love to be recruited. you recalled watching the news a while back - while you were in high school - A particular story about a boy, now pro hero Dynamight being kidnapped by the league of villains in his U. days as a failed means to recruit him for their cause.
But that was the problem. Dynamight had a wonderful, flashy quirk, one that landed him the position as number 2 hero. Your quirk was hardly flashy or powerful, a simple healing quirk, one that couldn't even be used to heal yourself. That coupled with your lack of training equated to you being an ordinary civilian.
Maybe they wanted to make an example out of you. Broadcast your death for thousands of viewers, similar to the way the villain Dabi had exposed his father's crimes to the world on a national stage.
It was on The third day of your stay you received your answer.
There was no grand cause, no divine reasoning behind your kidnapping.
She had brought you here on a whim. Because as she put it
“ I saw you and I wanted you, so I took you .”
As if you were a pretty knickknack on the ground, to be picked up and pocketed, instead of a human being.
Maybe there had been more to it than that, but that was all you caught before passing out from the pain again.
Uraraka seemed to take great joy in strapping you down to the makeshift gurney. Round Face tinged red as she shocked and carved and prodded and poked. You were brought here to suffer
no less, no more.
The sound of footsteps edging closer to your room snapped you out of your thoughts. You retracted back into the corner ignoring the searing red pain from your arm as you shriveled back into a ball. Uraraka bounced into the room Flipping on the light switch and shutting the door sharply behind her. Under the pale flickering white light, You took a moment to study her features.
Round face, rosy cheeks, button nose Auburn hair falling on either side of her face.
In another life, you might have said she looked innocent.
Cute.
Albeit except for the all to familiar look of demented infatuation in her oval eyes. The brown orbs seeming to be forever dilated.
“ Your awake “ She stated skipping closer to your huddled form.
“ I was beginning to worry that you lost too much blood while I was giving you your gift.” You pushed yourself further back into the wall as she inched closer to the cot. She ignored your clear discomfort in favor of grabbing at your heavy arm. Now that the room was illuminated you noticed the bandages wrapped tightly around the limb.
“ I took extra care to make sure it doesn't get infected, and ill even have Dabi cauterize it later for you.” She said cheerfully picking at the wrappings. Slowly undoing them.
The wrapping fell onto the cot. Uraraka smiled, admiring her handiwork. Your eyes widened looking at the thing that was making your arm ache so badly.
“Property of Of Ochako Uraraka”
The repulsive branding had been scribbled on your arm in pretty cursive. Starting at the curve of your elbow and ending right before your hand.
The room started spinning.
“ Do you like it pet?”
Her voice sounded far away now, drowned out in your dizziness.
Why was the room spinning?
She looked at you- head cocked to the side slightly, reaching out and forcing your chin straight to make eye contact with her.
“ You really ought to be more grateful you know” She sneered dilated eyes now small, black beads. The look of infatuation was replaced with something- something darker.
“You have no idea how hard it was to convince Shigaraki to let you stay here. Trying to make him believe that worthless little healing quirk of yours could be of use to us.” She sneered, the light fluffiness in her voice gone now.
“ The least you could do is answer me when I speak to you pet.”
Your voice comes out broken and horse, “ W-Why Why could I like this y- your f- fucking sick you cra-
You hear the smack before you feel the sharp tingling on the side of your face.
“ Pet you really must learn to mind your manners .” She hissed. Snatching the collar of your tattered shirt, yanking you upright until you were flush against her face. For a second you were sure she would kill you then and there. With that sick fucking look in her eyes it wouldn't be a stretch. Maybe she would kill you and put you out of your misery. She kept you like that ….staring deeply into your eyes before letting go of your shirt. Your body falling back onto the cot.
“ Come pet, I want to show you something .” She said standing up swiftly. you try to stand up shakily legs quivering. Since you'd been brought here you hadn't been allowed to leave the room. You warily stood up and started to slowly trail behind her.
She skipped cheerfully down the hall and up a flight of rotting wooden stairs. You tried to take in your surroundings as best you could as she pulled you along, But the only thing you recognized was the smell. The same sickenly sweet offsetting smell. It was stronger now, clouding your senses.
You walked for what seemed an eternity - were your legs this sore before? - until she halted suddenly in front of a door at the end of a long hallway.
The sweet rotting smell was the strongest here.
She moved to open the door before stopping and turning around flashing you a sly cat-like smile “ O-OO-OOO” She squealed giddily jumping up and down, “c’mere pet It'll be a surprise “ She yanked you closer to placing your hand on the doorknob. She placed her head in the crook of the neck before covering your eyes with her palms, pinkies on each hand slightly raised as to keep you from floating away. “ I'm going to count down from three and when I reach one I want you to open this door, can you do that for me pet?” She whispered deliriously. You nodded - much too afraid to put up any form of protest. “ Three.” She started, pausing to bite down sharply on your neck.
“Two “ She continued pink tongue darting out to lap at the sweet red liquid from the wound she created.
“one.”
Your hand turned the doorknob and Uraraka urgently ushered you into the room. Flicking on another light switch. The smell coming from the room was enough to make you sick, though Uraraka seemed to be unbothered by it.
You looked around for a second, confused.
Splat
Something wet had fallen on your nose. Your hand reached up to touch the foreign liquid.
To your horror, it was blood.
you slowly tilted your head up to be met by hundreds, no thousands of floating bodies.
Your brain finally registered the suffocating smell
of death. These people were dead.
“ What -what is this.” You choked out .” Uraraka took her hand in yours smiling like a woman possessed.
“ This pet, This is my collection.” She said almost proudly. The room wasn't spinning at this point, it was convulsing. She took your face into her hands squishing your cheeks together.
The room finally stopped moving as you focused in on those brown dilated pupils.
“ See pet the way I see it, you could submit to me, and mind of your fucking manners, learn how to be more fucking grateful or, she said moving closer to ear nibbling at it bit before continuing
“ You'll float too”
yes I got the idea for this from Georgie from It. 😭✋
