𝟓𝟎% 𝐎𝐅𝐅!【✘MALE! YANDERE VARIOUS】(dom! reader)

2. "Oh-- oH FUCK"

... how and why are you still monologue-ing? aren't you... like, supposed to be dead or something? maybe you're in some sort of afterlife because this is getting a bit ridiculous.

maybe you're in hell, because you're stuck with alone your thoughts.

... does heck feel like you're gently getting rocked in a bundle of blankets or are you tripping? you're pretty sure hell is some sort of bad place where you get tortured for eternity...

but this... is nice, it's been a while.

maybe some sort of god took pity on you and decided to-- wait, did you get reincarnated or something?

now this is hell, now you gotta go through school again-- or maybe you've reincarnated into a really poor peasant family and that can't afford school and you'd get to just chill and take naps on green hills while watching clouds pass by!... no wait, you'd die of the common cold as a toddler...

you're sure you've reincarnated into a somewhat intelligent species by the fact that you're in a bundle of blankets... but how you're getting rocked?

the blankets you're swaddled in are somewhat warm and from what little you remember from your science classes is that humans are very warm, and you don't think a baby generates this small warmt.

maybe you're in a cold place? but then... the blankets would be a bit heavier and you'd have at least one person watching and keeping you from freezing.

you couldn't be an abandoned baby if you we're getting rocked... but it's cold.

you can hear sloshing of something... it's everywhere... rocking and sloshing..? are you in a boat? babies are fragile so probably can't be in the ocean-- assuming the people that are taking care of you have common sense.

and it's faint... like a calm river...

blankets, you're dry so you're not from a water place and there's a river.

did your parent's abandon you into a river stream?

HUSH NOW MY BABY--

wait no, it's cold but not too cold, from what little you know you're not in ancient egypt so no cool lullaby or splitting oceans.

you used your super badass baby power and started crying, loudly.

you could hear footsteps, then a gasp.

warmt, you were gently held by shaky hands, they lifted the blanket off your face, a coo was heard.

you blinked, it's bright but was soon covered by a shadow. a low ponytail keeping greying hair back from her face, gentle green eyes framed by wrinkles looking back at you.

a gentle smile formed in her chapped lips, she couldn't believe... it must be a miracle, but... how? did this-- no matter. she's... she'll do her best to raise you alongside her wife, she promises that you'll have the best childhood that they both can afford.

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(timeskip for some years bc i'm lazy and idk how to write family dynamics)

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from all those years you lived in there, you could say the place was quite quaint. you lived by a couple of hills and yoinked fish from nearby streams. it was a good place but you noticed that the women who raised you looked somewhat stressed. you knew that you weren't farmers obviously, from what you knew from living in this world in the past coiple of years, your parent's raised sheep, used the sheep's wool to make fabric and sometimes made clothes with that fabric.

from you tiny trips around the market, flour and rice was kinda out of your family's price range, you didn't have a really good source of income and you've recently noticed that... the merchants don't really pay much attention to their products, they're too busy yelling advertisements to actually watch out for anyone's grubby hands.

of course there's nothing wrong with fish, your parents always made sure to keep it fun and interesting and not repetitive to your taste buds. buuuut... you do miss munching on some fruit when stressed.

and that which may or may not ended up with you 'borrowing' some things, of course you can't really make this a habit because eventually you'll run out of excuses to tell your moms, but for now... you'll enjoy this.

with that thought finished, you took a bite out of a shiny red apple you just stole from some unsuspecting merchant, to be fair they said your sweater looked stupid, and noone calls you sweaters stupid except for you.

"you do know stealings bad, right?"

what. who's-- oh-- oH FUCK-- there's a witness?? you're so screwed--

"... you gonna rat me out or something?"

"not really, unless you give me some of the stuff you stole."

... did you just get blackmailed by a twelve year old? then again, they have colorful hair- and something you noticed in the world you're in, lots of powerful and talented people have... unnaturally bright colored hair and this kid, right here, has bright red hair, almost like the apple that you just bit right into.

"why? am i eating your cousins or something?" you said, finishing your sentence by staring at the said 'cousins'.

"i what? no, that's- that's not what i mean--"

"... you want you eat your cousins, then?"

"what?? you're-- we're going off topic!" ah, so he's not that dumb.

"oh really? i think the fact that you like commiting cannibalism very on topic."

as soon as he started to sputter and try to come with a witty comeback you started to continue on your way home, making sure to not throw the apple pits away for future tree planting endeavors.

"hey--! don't just walk away!"

jod damn it he's right behind you, isn't he?

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