MHA M!Yandere x Reader Oneshots

Whimsical Legend 💙

Dabi x Reader
Set in medieval France, with fantasy aspects. (I've been learning French for 2 years, but my knowledge isn't as advanced. Some parts I knew and some I had to research.)

It takes a while for the yandere part to come into play. I always almost forget to include that aspect.

(No quirks)

"Liberté, égalité, fraternité." You set your sword in the traditional stance, and saluted with your brothers and sisters in arms. Today had been a duel between life and death, and you emerged victorious. Unfortunately, a few of your comrades had fallen in battle. They would be remembered for generations to come.

Your silver armor clanked with every step you took, and you were satisfied how your helmet covered your face. No one could see behind your poker face helmet. They couldn't see how you truly felt.

The blade you used in battle was stained with the blood of elves and imps. Finding a tree stump in the wilderness, you gently sat down and got to work with cleaning your sword. You felt at peace with the environment. It was so quiet, and no one was around to disturb you.

Your ears perked hearing the familiar tune of an elf's arrival. Legend said that the wind swayed whenever an elf approached a human, encouraging the unification of two species.

Gripping your blade tightly, you turned around and saw a tall male elf. His hair was white, eyes bright blue, and his skin was snow white. The tips of his ears poked from his hair. He wore a smug grin.

Your temper started to rise. These pests had invaded your country, killed your friends, and laughed in your face. They thought they were so much more superior. You'd show him.

"Challenge me, young man. You disgusting humans are no match for my kind!" The elf withdrew his own weapon, two daggers.

Ah, he thinks I am a man? I will fight him as such then.

You arose from the tree stump, and got into position for a classic duel. Your right foot was slightly ahead of the left, and your blade was sheathed but your hand was tightly gripped around it.

"Protégez-moi, mon seigneur."

You both fought like leaves in the wind, narrowly evading each others attacks. When the elf started to become tired, you could tell. His dominate arm started to droop and become fatigued. Sweat drenched his brow, and cascaded down his back.

His blades clashed against your own sword, and it took an enormous amount of strength to keep him at bay. He continued to use his muscles to push further, and your sword started to kiss your neck. With a roar, you abruptly flung your sword outward.

The elf's daggers flew to the side, and your sword swiped his side. He hissed in pain, holding a hand to the wound. Falling to the ground, he tried to drag himself to one of his daggers.

Rage stole your mind, and you harshly used your metal boot to crush his hand. He screamed in pain, and cursed you in his elven language.

You positioned your sword above the crown of his head, and were prepared to thrust it down. A flash of movement caught your eye a second late.

A thick tree branch was thrown against your head, and you went tumbling down. The forest floor quickly met your body, and you landed with an oomph. The elf laughed, and retrieved his daggers. He stomped his foot on your chest, keeping you pinned down. You winced with pain.

"Pitiful, just pitiful. I thought you were high in the rankings. You're nothing but a newcomer." With his other foot, he kicked the side of your head. You cried out in pain, and cradled your head.