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Note: I only write for Non MC because I find it difficult to mold MC to my fics due to her backgrounds with the Li. That doesn't mean I hate her though. I love my MC 🥰
𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓮
❄️ Alternate Universes Evol [1] [2 - End] - Angst, Character Death
- You possess an Evol which allows you to explore other universes in your sleep.
❄️ Sunny Bunny (Bunny Series) & [Prequel] - Fluff
- Arranged marriage AU
❄️ In Sickness and Madness - TW: Suicide, Angst with comfort
- Yandere!Reader
- Arranged marriage AU
❄️ Safe and Sound [1] [2] [3] [4 - Final] [2 - Deleted Scene] - Angst with comfort, Pseudo incest
you have always loved the game Love and Deepspace. What happens when the game doesn't just spit back the lines designed to make you feel all fuzzy inside?
Author's Note: Finallyy, our Fishiee to complete the series.
Pairing: Rafayel x Android!Non MC
Synopsis: Click here.
WARNING: OOC. Mention of character death.
[Caleb] [Zayne] [Xavier] [Sylus] [Rafayel]
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The sand under your feet feels nice, the grains caressing your sole and between your toes.
The breeze sweeps past you gently as you stroll by the shore, your long hair dances behind you like ribbon performance. The sun dress you don feels so light and airy on your synthetic skin, so unlike your battle uniform, which you haven't worn since you crash landed on the beach behind Rafayel's home.
And this sandy arena becomes your favourite place.
You would spend hours outside. Swimming. Strolling. Running. Learning to sculpt using the sands. Or simply sit back and enjoy the view.
Being a highly advanced android, you don't get sunburn and your skin can regulate its temperature so your internal system won't overheat.
Rafayel usually joins you but today, he's occupied with his arts for the upcoming exhibition.
You enjoy your time at the beach better when he's around though so you cut your time short and return to his house.
"Bubbles, back so soon? Thought I would have to drag you back again today." Rafayel chuckles.
"Yes...are you busy?" You ask.
"I always have time for you, Bubbles."
"But I don't want to disturb your work." You say, taking a seat nearby. "Don't mind me. I'm okay to sit here near you."
"Nope. I was gonna take a break anyway." He says, putting down his painting tools before hopping down from his ladder.
"Ah, you don't really have to. I do enjoy watching you paint." You say, feeling a bit guilty that you interrupt his time.
"You still can." Rafayel assures, picking up a brown case. He holds out his hand to you.
"What's that?" You grasp his hand, allowing him to lead you to the low table.
"Remember when I said I will paint your nails. Well, now is the time." Rafayel says, flopping down in front of you. Your hands are placed on the surface of the wood. "Any particular designs you want?"
You shake your head. "I trust you so you can design to your heart's content."
"Alright. Then, be prepared to be amazed, Bubbles." He smiles fondly.
Although Rafayel rarely paints in small canvas, his hands are steady as he draws on your nails. You marvel at his talent. No matter how many times you watch him create his art pieces, it never ceases to amaze you.
"All done. Just let them dry for a bit." Rafayel says. "What do you think?"
You are in absolute awe as you gaze at your nails. Each canvas is different yet falls under the sea theme. The blue of the ocean. The white of the foam. The beige of the sand. And the various colours of the tiny marine creatures and sea shells.
"I say I did an excellent job then since you are clearly amazed." He teases, moving to sit beside you.
"You did. They're beautiful." You say. Although your face barely shows any emotions, Rafayel can tell by your voice that you are happy. "Thank you, Ayel."
"Anytime, Bubbles." He kisses your cheek before resting his head on top of yours. You lean closer to him instinctively, still admiring your hands.
Rafayel doesn't mind. He knows you have a habit of staring at things you like for a long time. Almost as if you're printing a copy in your memory.
Then, you lean up to kiss his chin, stunning him into silence because you don't usually initiate it first because you're still learning about relationship.
"You're still the most beautiful thing I have laid my eyes on though." You say honestly, nuzzling your face in his neck.
Rafayel does feel heat rising up his face at the compliment but is glad you're not looking up at him right now. Otherwise, he would have to think of an excuse.
"Truly? I think you're talking about yourself, Bubbles." He chuckles.
"Nooo, you're beautiful because you're born beautiful. I was created in a factory." You argue.
"I beg to differ. Your creator did a magnificent job in creating your blueprint." He says, bringing up your hand to his lips. You can feel the Aether Core in your ribcage warms from the feeling of his lips touching your knuckles.
Rafayel gazes at your gorgeous face. It doesn't matter to him that your beauty is synthetic or that the likeness to his past love is uncanny. When he thought he would never love again after her death, he unexpectedly found one in you.
He won't deny that he viewed you as her replacement at first. She was his muse so he thought your resemblance to her would fill the gap in his heart left by her absence.
It didn't.
Instead, you occupy another spot in his heart he never thought would have a place for you in the first place. The more he gets to know you, the more he realises that you're not MC. You will never be her because you're a whole different person. You don't act, walk or talk like her. Heck, you don't even stare like her.
So when he falls for you, he truly falls for you. Not because you look like MC.
You are sweet and endearing in your odd little ways.
Of course, he didn't rush into a relationship with you. There was no such concept back in your home. It took him about 3 years to slowly teach you about love and letting you realised your feelings for him on your own.
It was also a learning experience for him because you're an android so you process feelings a bit differently. Like how you feel your Aether Core warms up in your chest when you're around him, the equivalent of a racing heart and butterflies in stomach for humans.
You notice that you find yourself often seeking him out without any particular reasons and how you feel content with simply being near him regardless of what he's doing.
"I could stare at you all day." You retort, cupping his cheeks.
"Bubbles, you stole my line." Rafayel chuckles, lightly planting kisses on your right hand.
You giggle softly. Rafayel loves it when you do. You laugh rather mutely because it's a foreign thing for you so when you first laugh, it stunned him into silence in awe.
You don't laugh like her.
And he doesn't want you to.
And that's okay.
He loves you just the way you are.
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Thank you for reading! 🩷
Author's Note: Now that the short series is complete, I feel like writing another LADS horror 🌚
Author's Note: I had fun writing this even though I generally find Sylus hard to write (despite him being my main lol).
Pairing: Sylus x Android!Non MC
Synopsis: Click here.
WARNING: OOC. Mention of character death.
[Caleb][Zayne][Xavier][Sylus][Rafayel]
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Sylus realises almost immediately that the similarities between you and MC stop at your appearance and the Aether Core inside your chest (Because the Aether Core is your heart, not fused like MC's was).
Even then, as you're synthetic, your beauty is inhuman. You lack the imperfections evident in MC's beauty, further cementing the reality that you aren't human.
Other than those two characteristics, you are a whole different person. To put it simply, you are the winter to her summer. You're not cruel or anything. You feel emotions just like humans do. You just don't know how to express yourself since you live your life as a weapon.
You were once a soldier created to eliminate Wanderers. Built to withstand the worst of impacts and to inflict the most powerful of attacks. You can run faster and jump higher than humans.
Now...you still can, but your body isn't as durable as it once was.
The crash tore your external spine, almost splitting you in half. That's the state Sylus found you in when you landed on Onychinus's territory, clinging for dear life.
Sylus rebuilt your torso and repaired your spine with photocores to sustain the energy from your Aether Core. He discovered the core is actually unique only to you as your breathens did not have it as their 'hearts' but you have no idea why your creator made you that way.
That fact and the coincidence that you even looked like MC is uncanny. One that no one has an answer to.
And probably never will because you have no intention of returning to your home and Sylus is more than fine with that.
"Do you want it, Sweetheart?" Sylus asks upon noticing you have your attention on the gorgeous red dress on the display.
It's your first time venturing out of N109 zone so everything seems vibrant and lively to you. Completely different from darkness of N109 zone and the dullness of your world.
And it's only in this universe that you discover the wonders of fashion because back home, you wore the same uniforms as your fellow androids. You didn't know changing clothes based on your own want was a thing until you noticed Sylus often changes his clothes and none of the others you met dress like him. You were utterly confused then.
However, when you finally understand the foreign concept, you realise you find joy in dressing up and Sylus...he indulges in your interest without a single question.
Don't get you started on having a favourite colour. Once you know you can have one, you immediately decided that your favourite is red though the twins had told you that you might be heavily biased towards it because of Sylus.
"But I already have about 7 red dresses at home." You say.
"Then, there's no harm in adding another one to your collection." He chuckles lightly, guiding you to enter the shop, which you do so excitedly despite your flat expression.
The staffs are having a field day in dressing you up and suggesting more outfits and shoes for you to try on while Sylus just sits back and gives his opinions when you ask.
In the end, Sylus purchased about 10 dresses and heels of various styles and shades of crimson for you.
"Sylus, can I ask you something?" You ask while the staffs are packing up your outfits.
"Of course, Little Dove. Is something bothering you?" He replies.
"Not exactly...I just wonder..." You say. "People kept staring at me...I don't understand why...is there something wrong with my face?"
Ah, Sylus knows this would happen. Back home, you're surrounded by your fellow androids. Here, there's a reason why you stand out like a sore thumb even though there's nothing physically wrong with you.
"Come here, Little Dove." Sylus offers his hand to you in which you accept without a second thought. He guides you to the full length mirror in the dressing room.
"What do you see, Sweetheart?" He questions gently.
You tilt your head, staring at your reflection, your enhanced eyes try and fail to see any issues.
"I see myself...but I don't detect any defects in my appearance..." You answer.
"Precisely." Sylus agrees. "Sweetheart, that's exactly why you stand out."
"....I don't understand..." You frown.
"Your appearance is perfect." He starts. "Your skin is flawless and smooth as marble. Your face is symmetrical. Your figure is perfectly sculpted and will never change no matter what you consume. And your hair...."
Sylus runs his fingers through your thigh length hair. The threads slips by his touch like silks made of water. It feels too silky. He feels like he could barely hold it.
"They are long yet not even a single strand is tangled or knotted. Not even in your sleep and not even after washing your hair. They flow through every resistance like water that it's a miracle you can even tie your hair."
You blink as your synthetic brain process the information.
It's true that you never wake up with a bed hair, that you never find it a hassle when you need to wash your hair.
You can eat but it's not a necessity that you require every day, only consuming foods once in a while to provide the fuel to the 'cage' around your Aether Core as well as your skeleton in order to contain and utilise the energy.
You take a shower every day but it's also not a necessity because you have no discharge or toxins to expel. You only do so because you enjoy the relaxing sensation of the hot water.
You sleep every night to rest and recharge your body but in a desperate situation, you can go days without sleeping and still functions normally.
"But...you said I look like the woman who is soul bound to you...wasn't she a human?" You say, frowning.
Sylus's expression softens at your words, resting his hands on your shoulders. "Yes...she is truly a wonder on her own, but she's more natural...less doll-like..."
"Oh..." You say, realisation finally sinking in. "I didn't think it was weird...I never stood out back home..."
"That's because all your fellow ANGELs are like you, but here, you stand out exactly because of that." Sylus says. He gently caresses your cheek. Your skin feels exactly like a human skin but lack the warmth of one though you're not icy to touch either. Just neutral. "And that's okay, Sweetheart."
"It's okay?" You stare into his deep ruby eyes through the reflection of the mirror. Uncertainty dwells in your eyes despite your expressionless face.
"Yes. It's okay to be unique as you are. You don't need to change to fit in." He assures, tucking a few strands of your silky locks behind your ear.
"Okay." You nod happily, turning around to wrap your arms around his abdomen, head laid on his chest.
Sylus smiles softly, his own arms circle around your frame, cradling you to his chest. You snuggle even closer, comforted by his warm body. You find out early on when you're first introduced to the concept of embrace that you love the warmness of a human body, specifically Sylus of course. It reminds you of your birth when you're in the cradle chamber. When you first woke up. Before becoming a weapon.
"You're precious, Little Dove."
You may look like MC. You may have Aether Core in your chest just like her.
But you are not her.
And you never will be.
Because you're Y/N.
His Little Dove. His Sweetheart.
His Kitten...his Sweetie is long gone. He will always love and miss her. His soul will always aches from the cruel separation.
However, the pain is bearable now because you mend his broken heart without even realising.
Author's Note: He is actually a lot easier to write than expected for this series 🐰 Still, I hope I did him justice.
Pairing: Xavier x Android! Non MC
Synopsis: Click here.
WARNING: OOC. Mention of character death. Dust of angst.
[Caleb] [Zayne] [Xavier] [Sylus] [Rafayel]
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Wherever you're from, you are built to destroy Wanderers. There was no such thing as Evol in your world. In fact, humans were extinct back home, leaving only their AI, MOTHER, to create soldiers like you in the likeness of her creator.
Even so, due to your synthetic nature, she cannot replicate her creations to look exactly like humans. Hence, even though you have 99% resemblance to the late MC, the 1% difference is enough for people to notice the oddness in your appearance.
Still, Captain Jenna takes you in and offers you a position in the Hunter Association after you proved yourself to be able to defeat several Wanderers in less than 3 minutes. You are created for that very purpose after all. Hence, your physical abilities are twice as strong as the strongest of humans.
Xavier offers to be your partner, which Captain Jenna approves, and you begin living with him because you don't know how to navigate this world. You don't even know what is a currency so being paid for your job is weird to you but he convinces you to just accept it.
He has been your primary pillar of support in familiarising yourself with this unfamiliar world.
"Thank you." You say, accepting the huge alien bunny plushie Xavier won from the shooting game in the arcade. He can tell you're absolutely happy with the doll despite your flat expression.
Much like MC, you love plushies though that's really the third and probably the last similarity you have with her (other than your resemblance to her and your Aether Core).
Plushies obviously didn't exist back home so when Xavier first gave you one, which is a huge white bunny plushie pillow, you spent days cuddling it, almost as if you discover the meaning of comfort. You would sleep, sit, and even walk around the apartment while hugging it firmly.
You have about 7 plushies now and it doesn't seem like you will be stopping anytime soon. You thought of getting your own apartment to store your plush dolls but Xavier insists he doesn't mind you keeping your collection in his place.
"This is odd looking bunny." You comment, holding it up to your face. "It even has its own spaceship."
"It is." Xavier smiles. "Do you like it?"
You nod happily. "Yes."
"Is there anywhere else you wanna go?"
You shake your head, eyes still fixated on your doll. "No. Let's go home."
"Alright." You honestly look so precious to him right now with how much you adored the plushie.
"Do you dream of going home, Y/N?" Xavier asks once both of you arrived in his apartment. He, of all people, knows what it's like to be far away from home and not being to return so even though you're an android and had been ingrained in your mind that you shouldn't show emotions, he knows you can feel, which is why he asked.
You take a seat on the sofa and look up from your new plush doll, staring at him with your usual blank expression. "...I don't know...it feels....strange. Being in this state of serenity..."
"Do you like the peace?"
"...yes..." You admit. Although your voice remains unchanged, Xavier can detect a hint of guilt embedded within. "I have never known peace...until now....is it okay to feel this way?"
"Yes. It is. You deserve peace after what you have been through." He says gently.
"It feels...odd."
"I know."
Then, you lean back against the backrest. You can feel your system is starting to wind down. "Xavier, I feel sleepy again..."
Ever since you have accustomed yourself to this new life, you find yourself sleeping more often than before. Previously, you will doze off for a maximum of one hour every 1 week due to the severe chaos plaguing your world.
Now, you sleep every night and during the day, you would even nap for a few minutes when you're free as if your system can finally relax. Most of all, your slumber only happens when he's around. You almost couldn't do so on your own because your battle instinct will keep you awake. It's like your body can't rest if there's no one guarding your back.
"Rest, Y/N." Xavier says gently as you slump sideways to his side, still clutching the new doll in your arms.
He drapes his arm over your shoulder, carefully positions you to lay on his chest. He lays himself down on his back as well so you can rest more comfortably. You have this habit of falling asleep unprompted lately which he attributes to your body finally understanding that you're safe to let your guard down.
Honestly, this position reminds him of his time with MC in the past. He could feel tears stinging his eyes but he holds it in.
He misses her so much.
He likely will always be.
However, you unknowingly help dull the pain in his heart.
You're not her replacement though. You are too different from MC. You're emotionless most of the times and speak flatly too, still learning the colourful world that's so unlike your war raged home, but you are endearing and beautiful in your own-
"Oof." Xavier flinches in surprise when his face is met with your plushie.
"Sleeeep." You drawl softly before slumping back on his chest.
Xavier lets out a fond chuckle, nuzzling his nose against your head.
Author's Note: This is my favourite out of the series...of course I'm heavily biased to Zayne when it comes to fic 🤣
Pairing: Zayne x Android!Non MC
Synopsis: Click here
WARNING: OOC.
[Caleb][Zayne][Xavier][Sylus][Rafayel]
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You walk to the Akso Hospital with Zayne, your arm curls around his bicep. It's something you learned from watching movies. Apparently, it's something girls do with guys they like. You like Zayne so you do this.
Zayne doesn't have the heart to correct you, but then again, he doesn't think he would like it if you do it with other men, so he tells you to just do so with him.
Although your Aether Core doesn't affect you in any ways like it did with MC, Zayne still conducts a monthly check up on you. You didn't suffer any injuries when your pod landed in his backyard so it's more out of habit than anything. He supposes he wants to make sure you're okay because he blamed himself for being unable to save MC back then. That's why even though he's not an expert on your body technology, he studies everything he can find on you (with your help, of course. Your pod fortunately have some data on your frame).
From his research and study, he discovers that you're able to utilise the energy from the Aether Core for battle. Your external spine acts as a conduit, transfering the power to your weapon. This means that your nanometal spine is the most important part of your body.
"All good. How are you feeling?" Zayne asks after completing the check up.
"Okay." You reply. "I have a question though."
"What is it?"
"Who build you?"
Zayne pauses, staring at you as he digests the question.
"What do you mean?"
"As in who created you. How did you come to existence?" You question. "We ANGELS were created in a mass production though each of us have different blueprint. Then, once we're complete, we are placed in a incubation chamber for our datas to be uploaded in our system. Our creator...we never met her though. We just called her 'MOTHER'."
"So your face is sculpted by her?"
"Not directly, but she is in charge of our blueprints. You said I look like the woman you love, but it could be a coincidence because if I was her in a different universe, won't you also exist in my world? However, I have never met the ANGEL version of you unless you were already dismantled or shut down by the time I was born."
"Yet you're the only one with the Aether Core as your heart."
"As far as I am aware, yes. I can only speculate that I was given one so not all of us weapons are the same."
"I see." He nods. "Then why do you ask who build me?"
"The concept of beauty isn't really something we dwell on though we can subjectively dictate what is beautiful and what is not in our eyes. You said I look like her, but in an inhuman way, and that's exactly why your kind keep staring at me. I assume you view me positively considering my resemblance to her. Hence, what I'm trying to say is you are beautiful so I would like to know who sculpt your face."
It takes a moment for the information to sink in his brain. His face bursts into flame the moment it did though his expression remains neutral. It doesn't help that you're staring at him with your usual blank face. Like really staring at him as if you're fascinated by his features, which you definitely are.
"No one..." He replies, adjusting his glasses, just so he has something to do with his hand. "We humans don't get sculpted...rather, we are born from two humans, who we called our parents. A father and a mother."
"They create you?"
"Essentially...yes."
"How did they assemble you?" You frown, millions questions running through your mind.
"....I'll tell you next time..." Zayne says, his face becomes even red much to your confusion, but thankfully didn't comment on it. "What I can tell you now is my appearance is derived from their genes."
"So they look like you?"
"A mixture of them, yes."
"Ah...then I should thank them when I see them."
"Why?"
"Because they did an splendid job in creating you."
"....thank you..." He chuckles. You're truly endearing despite being a battle machine. "Anyway, my shift is over now. Do you want to try out the cafe I told you about?"
"Sure." You nod eagerly.
The cafe is only about 15 drive from Akso Hospital and thankfully, not a lot of people are inside when both of you arrive.
Your eyes light up when the sweetness from the macaron bursts in your tongue, giving life to your otherwise usual neutral face.
"What's this?" You ask, chewing slowly as if savouring every bite.
"Macarons." Zayne answers.
"I like it." You say. The word 'like' feels foreign on your tongue. There was no such concept back home so Zayne taught you about it.
"More than parfait?" He asks lightly in tease.
"I like that too."
"Ice cream?"
"That too."
"Cakes?"
"That too."
He chuckles. You're a undeniably beautiful in appearance but absolutely adorable in personality.
"Can I like everything?" You ask, pouting slightly. Something he's certain you learned that from watching Netflix because in your earlier interactions with him, you could hardly smile until you saw him did it so you began to imitate his and other people's expressions to a lesser degree, which was honestly funny and cute.
"Of course. You can like whatever you want, Y/N."
"Okay." You nod, digging into vanilla parfait. Foods did exist in your home but it's just bland paste in tubes so when Zayne first introduced you to desserts, you wanted to try everything. Honestly, he doesn't mind buying you all the sweets you want because it soothes the hollow in his heart left by MC.
He can feel almost everyone staring at you due to your unreal doll-like beauty. You're essentially the porcelain doll version of MC. She was radiant in her own right but still human to fit in. You can't, however. You're uncanny enough that people think you're a life sized doll, but also still human-like enough that no one (except him and some of his colleagues like Greyson, Yvonne and the Director) suspects you're an android.
Zayne is certain you kinda go viral at the moment because he knows it's not the first time you got your pictures taken without your consent.
However, you have shown him that you are capable of taking care of yourself even in an unfamiliar world. People tend to stay away from you once they realise you're not an ordinary 'human'.
One time, a persistent man kept following you in a distant and taking pictures of you when you suddenly turned around and caught up to him before he can even run. Suffice to say, even though you're merely curious of what he's doing, he was freaked out by you.
Another time, a group of rowdy men catcalled and harassed you, but they quickly scrambled away when you slapped one of them, sending him flying at the wall, knocking him out instantly. Fortunately, you didn't use your full power. Otherwise, you would have been charged with murder. He did have to remind you to control your strength because humans aren't as durable as you are.
"Do you miss her, Zayne?" You ask.
He's surprised by the question, not expecting you to bring her up. "Yes...always...I built my career around her..."
"Is that why you kept checking on my heart even though I'm perfectly fine?" You question bluntly.
"Yes..." He admits. Not that he intends to lie to you anyway. You're too sharp for that.
"I wish I could meet her."
"Why?"
"Because she's important to you." You reply. "And I like you so I wish I can know you more from her eyes."
Zayne doesn't reply for a moment, once again stunned by your words. You're brutally direct as expected yet never fails in catching him off guard. Then, he chuckles lightly.
"Y/N, I'm here. I'm more than happy to indulge."
Although your resemblance to his lost love is rather uncanny, you don't remind him of her at all due to your vastly different personality and behaviour.
Still, your presence is a balm to his shattered heart.
"Then, can I want you?" You ask bluntly once again.
Hi! I really love your BJD Like story and I just want to know will you do the part 2? If you do then I will be happy to read it!
Hii, thank you so much 🥰 to be honest, I'm still deciding if I should. I think if there's a sequel, it would probably go down the yandere and co-dependency route, which might be heavy to write.
With that being said, I did write the beginning of the potential sequel, just to see where I can go with this:
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Maybe meeting them in real life isn't as exciting as you expected.
Actually, it would have been if they're humans to begin with.
However, in this case...they aren't.
And that's what makes this encounter terrifying.
You can feel their presences now behind you but your eyes still remain on the reflection as if you're too scared they will do something if you take your eyes off them.
They're all staring at you.
Ahh...this is terrifying.
You slowly, very slowly, push your chair back, only to be met with a solid wall.
Yup...Caleb is exactly behind you...
Ahhh...guess running away is not an option. Then again, how can you outrun five 6 feet tall and more men? All of whom are at the peak of their physical fitness.
They're dolls, yes....now, you're not sure. You want to turn around and get a good look on them, but you're too scared.
Still, you don't know what guts you somehow managed to find within you but you try again, pushing your chair back slowly, silently urging him to back off a bit.
Thankfully, he did. Just enough for you to stand up.
Silence falls again.
Then, you sprint out of the room.
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I think it can also go down the comedy route 🤣 but that would erase the creepiness of the 1st story.
Author's Note: Usually, I find Caleb easier to write but this one underwent multiple drafts and plot change because my initial idea didn't work out 😤 so out of the 5 in the series, this is the hardest to write.
Pairing: Caleb x Android!Non MC
Synopsis: Click here.
WARNING: OOC. Mention of character death. A small dose of angst.
[Caleb][Zayne][Xavier][Sylus][Rafayel]
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When you first emerged out of your pod after it crashed on the Farspace Fleet territory, they realise immediately that detaining you isn't even on the menu. Much less studying you.
You beat up almost all of the Fleet personnel and even killed a handful of them. You were basically on a rampage because your battle instinct took over when you're cornered or provoked.
It's only when Caleb stepped in that you stopped. Not because you know him or that he holds anything significant over you.
It's simply because of his Gravity Evol.
Although you're still raging enough that it put a pressure on him, he still successfully subdued you, and managed to calm you down to talk.
Being a high tech battle android means that you can enter places which would normally be fatal for humans. Like vacuum spaces, extreme temperature area, and steep, jagged terrain. So far, you rarely sustain any major damages. Your skin is highly resilient and durable as well as equipped with a regenerative property (though you inform that you can only heal minor to moderate damages). This makes you a great addition to the Fleet.
There's just one major issue.
You are volatile and violent. The Fleet suffered a significant damage ever since they took you in. They couldn't figure out what ticked you off. You would be fine one moment and then, the next thing they knew, you're destroying their equipment. They can't control you. Any attempts to subdue you results in more damages and injuries.
So they call in Caleb again.
As it turns out, your battle instinct is going haywire because the chip responsible for it got damaged during the crash. Since you already feel suspicious and unsafe about the Fleet, you couldn't control your rage.
And you refuse to be repaired because you don't trust them.
That's how you are placed under Caleb's care.
The Fleet wants to use you for their missions but for now, you're too volatile so Caleb brings you to his home.
You've been there since. You didn't destroy his house thankfully.
"Y/N, how are you feeling?" Caleb asks, sitting beside you.
"Fine." You say, lightly tapping your head with the base of your palm as if you're pushing something in place.
"I don't think you are." Caleb gently pulls your hand away from yourself. "Y/N, let me send you for a repair, okay? I'll be there with you."
"No." You shake your head before regretting the action because you feel dizzy as a result.
"See?" Caleb sighs.
"No, I don't want." You pout. You definitely learn that from watching movies because you were emotionless just a few weeks ago. "They will use me."
"I won't let them put another chip on you. I will make sure to watch every step of the way." He assures.
"Every step of the way?"
"Yes. From the moment we step into the room."
"Can you check the chip before they install it?"
"Yes."
"How will I know you're not lying?"
"I bet on my right arm."
"Promise?"
"Yes."
"If you lie, I will rip off your arm myself and beat everyone to death with it."
"...........yeah, sure.........."
And so, the next day, Caleb brings you to the Fleet and as promised, he makes sure to check everything and practically stalks the technician from even the simplest task of picking up a scalpel.
Caleb watches as the technician slits a small incision on the right side of your scalp and takes out your damaged chip. All while he's cradling you to his chest and have you sit on his lap (Because a certain someone couldn't sit still and kept fidgeting whenever the technician is about to start the minor surgery). The repair doesn't take long, only needs to do some tweaking. Even so, he observes every step of the way as he promises.
It's only when the chip is installed back in your head that he relaxes....or so he thought.
Because you somehow think it's time to stir up chaos so you grab the guy's arm out of the blue, shocking the poor man. Fortunately, Caleb pulls back your hand before you can do anything, keeping it in his vice grip.
"Y/N, no." He says sternly.
You pout, but comply anyway, hiding your face in his neck like a petulant child. The man scurries away without hesitation.
Caleb emits a soft sigh, tightening his embrace around you. Partly to comfort you. Partly to restrain you.
He can't believe he's thinking this but...
You are a brat.
Despite being a war machine, you are a brat.
For the past few weeks since he took you in, you kept testing his patience, refusing to be treated and then proceeded to trip and collide with things because your damaged battle chip was bothering you.
Caleb doesn't react when you reach up to pinch the flesh under his right jaw. No, he doesn't have an explanation for this odd little behaviour of yours. You have a habit of squeezing his face and arms for no reasons. Sometimes, you would even bite him (Thankfully, not painfully). It's like you're fascinated with him or something. It's both mind boggling and endearing, but he just lets you do your thing as long as you don't destroy anything in your sight.
"Will you cooperate with us now?" Caleb questions.
"No." You reply instantly.
"You will be under my authority, not anyone else."
"No."
"I will be the only one who can approve your deployment."
"No."
"You will only need to listen to me."
".........only you, no one else?"
"Yes, just me."
"Okay."
Caleb breathes a soft sigh of relief. If it was up to him, he won't even consider making you part of the Fleet but there's no way they would let someone as advanced as you go so easily so the least he can do is ensuring you're within his jurisdiction, which is the closest thing he can do to keeping you safe and close with him.
Does he sees MC in you? Honestly, yes. It doesn't help that you're acting like a brat.
However, at the same time, he doesn't because of your cold personality (though you're not cruel).
Yes, it was difficult and disheartening at first. Some days, it was painful to even look at you. Some days, he would stare at you. Almost deluding himself that you're her. Almost convincing himself that it won't matter if he does because you're not a human.
However, he stopped himself when he discovered that even though you're not accustomed to showing emotions, you possess them just like humans do. Hence, it would be cruel of him to use you as her replacement. Why were you installed with one in the first place? No one knows except your creator.
"Come on. Let's get you a new uniform." Caleb says, standing on his feet while still carrying you in his arms. You didn't make an attempt to get off either even when both of you receive weird looks as he walks down the hallway.
"Okay." You say, still remain tucked under his chin and cradled in his arms like you belong there.
ANGEL (Autonomous Next Generation Executioner Lifeform)
Author's Note: Starting a new short series inspired by Nier: Automata and Stellar Blade (If you're a gamer, I highly recommend these two. Yeahh, they're generally for male gaze but don't sleep on their stories and designs 😍). Unlike the Bunny series, I did complete for all of them this time.
I suck at acronyms so I did ask AI to help. Other than that, this fic (and my other fics) is purely written by me.
Pairing: LADS Li x Android!Non MC (Separate one shots)
Background: You are an android, known as ANGEL (Autonomous Next Generation Executioner Lifeform) created in another planet somewhere in the Deepspace. After a mission gone wrong, your pod landed devastatingly in Linkon/N109 zone/Skyhaven.
When you're rescued by the Li, they're shocked to discover that you look just like MC, except with an uncanny and inhuman perfection.
In this universe, MC passed away a while ago from a failed mission.
Synopsis: The boys realise that even though you look like MC, you're nothing like her...and that's okay.
Note: Each shot features a different stage of relationship between Non MC and the boys. Meaning not all of them will be with Non MC the same way. I will post from pre-relationship (Caleb) to established relationship (Rafayel).
(1st time posting since my previous account gazillion years ago so pardon me for any mistakes as I'm not too familiar with the current Tumblr features.)
Had this idea for a while so why not dump it here since I love non mc stories so much 😍
Inspired by Asian horror podcasts/YouTube videos I've been listening and watching lately.
Initially, I didn't exactly have a specific Li in mind but ended up gravitating to Zayne (I'm a biiiiigggg softie for Mr Elsa here even though he's not my main).
Anyway, this is more of a rambling than an actual fic but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless!
Brief background on Non MC (You): You are raised by Grandma Josephine alongside Caleb and MC so Zayne is also your childhood friend. You are the middle child.
WARNING: Minor mention of being suicidal/suicide and a bit of body horror. OOC.
PART 1. [PART 2 Final]
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You possess a Psychic class Evol, specifically the ability to travel to the spirit realm and other universes whenever you sleep. Usually, it is an unconscious action. You don't often get to choose where you're going in your sleep.
It is due to the unique nature of your Evol that you're unable to work as a Hunter like your adopted little sister, MC. Your Evol, though technically powerful, comes at the price of you being a deep sleeper. At times, when you leave your body for too long, you would fall into a coma. You once fell into a coma for one month when you fell asleep one night because your soul couldn't find its way back home. That and you can pass out without warning, especially when you walk past or enter a 'heavy' area (Due to your Evol, your soul is technically not completely anchored to your body so powerful, unseen entities can snatch your soul out).
As a result, Akso Hospital is your permanent home, courtesy of Zayne. You would go to work and live your life normally during the day, but you would return to the hospital to sleep at night. Even taking a nap is a risk for you so Zayne had you wear a medical bracelet, which tracks your heartbeats and sends alerts to nearby emergency centres when you faint.
You have been in love with Zayne for as long as you can remember but you never confess to him because he loves MC. You envy and resent her a little for it but ultimately knows it's not her fault.
Although Zayne isn't your primary physician, he does visit you every day, checking on you and making sure you're comfortable and well cared for. You cherished every moment you were alone with him.
One day, you travel to another universe where you meet the Zayne of that world.
Okay soo here, you can choose Dawnbreaker (This means that the main Zayne would see you with his other self in his dream) or Catch 22's Zayne or any other Zaynes you want. Personally, since I got this inspiration from horror, I created my own Zayne. Also, just pretend that MC doesn't exist in these universes.
So you travel to a universe known as Linkon 42 (The number is from Gonjiam Psychiatric Hospital where 42 patients allegedly took their own lives at the exact same time). In this world, an unknown disease has killed off a chunk of the population, turning the survivors into something akin to an undead. I didn't think too deeply into the lore of Linkon 42 cuz I just needed a reason to make something horror-ish, but basically, they're immortal of a sort, disfigured and sane for the most parts.
You land in front of the abandoned, rundown version of Akso Hospital, where you stumble upon the only occupant, Linkon 42's Zayne.
This Zayne is pale and cold like a corpse. His eyes are sewn shut with dried blood staining his cheeks as though he has been crying blood. Scars littered his lips and body like someone used him as a canvas. He can't see but his other senses are sharp enough that he can tell it's you.
At first, you're terrified and ran away but Zayne caught up to you easily and pleaded you to not run away. You find out soon enough that he truly means no harm to you.
You discover that this Zayne has lost his version of you, having succumbed to the disease in the early years of the infection. Then, one by one, the people he loved/knew died, leaving him alone. Your heart, bless your soft heart, aches at his story and decides to stay for a short while to accompany him.
One day in his world is equivalent to one hour in your world. You stay with him for 2 weeks before you have to return to your body. In those 14 days, you learn a lot about him and his ravaged world. You find him to be just as endearing as the Zayne you know, except maybe due to his deprivation of human connections and his longing for his version of you, he's a lot less cold and more open than his counterpart in your world. Because of that, you can't help but be drawn to him. Zayne feels the same way too even though he knows you're not his version of you.
Zayne actually cries when you told him you have to leave that it takes you a few moments to console him (You panic a little because you have never seen your Zayne cry so seeing this Zayne did catch you off guard). You can't promise him since your Evol is unpredictable but you can promise to find him whenever you land on Linkon 42. He holds you onto that promise, his icy hand is still unsettling against your warm hand.
You feel empty and lost when you wake up in your body. The Zayne you know stands beside your bed, emitting a pure sigh of relief at the sight of you awake. He almost thought you would fall into a coma even though that's not the longest time you sleep without slipping into one.
You didn't tell Zayne then...but your heart is starting to miss Linkon 42's Zayne. Since then, whenever you sleep, your soul travels there as though she's yearning for the other Zayne, which surprises you because you almost never land in the same universe every night.
And so, you begin to spend more time with Linkon 42's Zayne and fall for him despite his disturbing appearance. You see your Zayne in him but ultimately, he is his own person. Although he's blind, you can feel his loving 'gaze' whenever he turns his head towards you.
Zayne also feels the same way, his heart enraptured by you and strangely didn't see you as a replacement for the you he lost.
As a result, your slumber becomes longer, which in turn worries the Zayne in your world as the more extended your sleeping time, the weaker your body becomes.
Then one day...
"Zayne...I don't think I want to wake up in this world any longer..."
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Author's Note: There are probably gaps and incoherence in this story but I honestly didn't flesh out the idea too much because I was more interested in the thought of non mc falling in love with another version of the Li. I don't think I will turn this into a full fic though. At most, I might post snippets of some of the scenes not mentioned here but anyone is welcome to write a full fic if you want.
Author's Note: Writing this fic makes me consider if I should get a laptop (My current laptop is old and lagging so I don't use it to write plus it's much more convenient to write on my phone). Trivia at the end of the story, just cause I feel like sharing on how this fic is born.
Pairing: All Li x Reader
Synopsis: You're a devoted LADS player who takes your obsession further by creating life sized BJD versions of all 5 Li. To you, this is the closest thing you have to your dream of meeting them in real life.
Maybe, you should have been more careful of what you wished for.
Note: This fic contains supernatural horror elements. If this is not your cup of tea, please turn away. Also, Reader is in her 30s here. 30 is not old, y'all but just in case, you're expecting the Reader to be MC's age.
WARNING: OOC due to the boys being dolls, violence on minors (specifically teens), minor depiction of bullying, parasocial relationship, unhealthy obsession, yandere-ish elements, self gaslighting. References and research are done for the creation of BJD from scratch but as I am not an expert on this subject, I do not guarantee the accuracy.
Primary study material used is 'I Made a LIFESIZE BARBIE Doll' by Moonlight Jewel on YouTube.
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Some days, you spend the whole week interacting with Sylus and do everything you can to increase your affinity with him.
Some days, you're fangirling over Zayne and lurk through Instagram and Tik Tok for any analysis you can find on him.
Some days, you're drooling over Caleb and scrolling through every fanart and fanfics of him.
Some days, you spend the time fawning over Rafayel and giggling at every interaction with him.
Some days, you listen to Xavier's Secret Times and Tender Moments when you need a moment of peace and fall asleep to his soothing voice.
You don't have a favourite Li because you love all of them. Each of them soothes a part of your soul that is wounded by the past.
Sylus heals the you who overthinks every single thing.
Zayne heals the you who wants to have someone who comforts you when you cry.
Caleb heals the you who needs constant assurances and affections.
Rafayel heals the you who puts up a strong and reliable front to endure the real world when you want to just be immature for once.
Xavier heals the you who needs a quiet moment away from the chaotic world outside.
You stumbled upon the game by chance one early morning when you couldn't sleep even though you have just returned home from a long overtime. You were mindlessly scrolling through your IG when you found the advertisement, where Sylus was featured.
His appearance drew you in, prompting you to download the game. At first, you thought this would be one of those thrashy romance stories you enjoyed reading at times. However, much to your surprise, it's more than that.
There's the sci fi main story. Then, there are battles. Then, the dailies. Then, the grinding.
And of course, the stars of the show.
The boys themselves.
At first, you thought Sylus would be your main because he's the one who beckoned you to join the world of LADS but as you progress and get to know the other Li, you realise you love all of them for their own unique characteristics.
Before you know it, you went from F2P to P2P in 2 years and you're still obsessed over this game. You work in a high paying job with an equal level of stress and you're single so money is not an issue for you. You would spend at least an hour with LADS and collect all of their cards and myths, ranking them to the max.
You would interact and fall asleep with them, wishing every night that they're real.
You were in a few relationships back in your 20s but all have already ended. Not necessarily a terrible ending. Sometimes, he just fell out of love. Sometimes, maybe you're too clingy. Or too busy. Life happens, yes. That doesn't mean you're immune to the despair it brought.
Eventually, you just stop searching for love and now, you're in your 30s and content with being single even though it can be lonely sometimes.
That's why LADS have been your escapism.
Yet it's still not enough.
They're in a virtual world. So close yet so far away. They will never be real no matter how much you pray for it.
Which is why you decide to do the next best thing.
That is creating a life sized BJD of the boys.
Drawing and 3D modelling are your hobbies and you have purchased your own 3D printer but you have only ever printed regular sized BJD with the biggest being the height of a 1 year old toddler. All of which you have already sold.
However, for the Li, you're not planning to sell them. Just build them to be your companions. Just enough to envision a glimpse how they would be if they exist in your world.
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It takes a year and half to complete your project.
Between your hectic work schedule and the spare free time you have, you work on 3D sculpting, printing, sanding, priming, spraying the skin tone, wiring, painting, wig styling and altering clothes for every single Li.
One can say you're practically drunk on coffee at the moment, relying on it as a fuel for your exhausted body.
At one point, you lost track on whose part did you print, sand or paint. Was it Caleb's abdomen? Or Rafayel's hands? You had to retrace your progress and check back your to-do list.
Rafayel is the first one you finished because his build is the shortest and smallest. By the Li standard, you mean. He's still gigantic by yours. Luckily, you created him using filaments so while he's indeed heavy, you can still carry him (Not recommended to do this often unless you want to put pressure on your back).
Imagine if you had gone for resin. RIP to moving him.
You place him in the spare room which you convert into your studio where you would put your completed and in-progress BJD, waiting to be sold and finished.
Now, there are only Rafayel sitting on the sofa and packaged boxes waiting to be picked up and delivered to buyers.
You brush his face with your fluffy makeup brush, just to dust away any tiny particles. You successfully sculpted him to be identical to his appearance in the game with only minor unavoidable differences since he's now converted into real life, not a 3D pixel model.
You dress him in his white dress shirt and black pants. The one he wore when he first met MC. Just to keep it simple for now. You can always order and alter his other outfits in the future.
"Finally. One down, four more to go." You mumble to yourself. Just looking at him makes your heart flutter.
You can do this.
You can finish them all.
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You stare at your 5 masterpieces in wonder and amazement.
You can't believe it.
You did it.
They look absolutely magnificent.
Caleb is seated by the window bench. Xavier is laying on the spare bed. Sylus is leaning against the wall behind Rafayel who is still seated on the couch and finally, Zayne is standing by the book shelf full of your unfinished BJD projects and tutorial books.
They're all accurately as tall as their official height chart released by Infold, and therefore, they are massive.
"Wow...oh my god..." You squeal quietly to yourself, doing a little victory dance.
You spend the day fawning over your own creations, wondering if you should post this on social media. You want to show them off, to showcase your talent but at the same time, you want to keep them to yourself.
"Maybe another time." You mumble under your breath as you reach up to brush Sylus's synthetic hair away from his face. Goodness you, he is tall!
"If only, you guys can move. If I have some engineering skills, I probably would make a mechanism for you to move but this will do for now." You say, slumping down beside the bed where Xavier is. You rest your head near his hand, not wanting to touch him yet because you literally spent hours carrying and positioning them so the last thing you want is to accidentally cause any damages.
Ahh, you wish you can quit your job and just spend the days with them but your current high salary profession is paying for your BJD business which is still on a slow but constant roll since it takes ages to create the dolls. It's a miracle you even managed to finish up the commissions you received while working on your personal LADS project, considering how time consuming it is.
You suppose you have your many leaves to thank for. You have been so busy at work that you don't usually go on a vacation so your annual leave is piling up. Hence, you have been taking leaves to focus on your side job.
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Yup, you are definitely glad you didn't post your boys on social media because the netizens will definitely declare you insane.
You talk to your 5 humongous dolls like they're actual people and you begin moving them in different places.
For example, Caleb would be on the chair by the counter when you're in the kitchen. Xavier would be on the sofa when you're watching Netflix. Rafayel would be in the studio with you when you're 3D sculpting a commissioned BJD. Sylus would be seated on the floor beside your bed when you sleep. Zayne would be in the dining room when you eat.
Of course, they're not fixed in those places. When you're able to, you will switch them up, but since they're pretty heavy, you leave them in those rooms most of the time.
You know they can't respond. They're not real after all. However, it doesn't change the fact that you're happier than you were before. When you're sad, you feel comforted curling up beside them, imagining how they would assure you that everything is okay.
At this point, you don't care if they're not humans. You're okay as long as they're around.
"Guys can leave me anytime." You say, giggling to yourself. "But at least, you guys can't. I have allllll of you to myself. Isn't that right?"
You imagine them saying yes in their own unique ways and so you nod as if you can hear them.
'I'm all yours, Kitten.'
'All of me are yours, Y/N.'
'Of course, Pipsqueak.'
'I don't need a reminder, Cutie. It's a fact.'
'I'm already yours, Y/N.'
You can almost hear them replying to you.
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Your job really did wonders in paying the bills and of course funding your hobby BUT it's also stressful and exhausting. As much as you wish to quit, you don't exactly have sugar daddy Sylus to fund your lifestyle.
Today is the 5th time of the week you return home late and you are hungry but the restaurants are already closed and the nearest convenience store is another 10 minutes walk which you don't have extra energy to spare so you go straight back home.
You enter your apartment and turn on the light.
"I'm home, Sylus..." You mumble tiredly as you pass the living room. He is the one you placed there...maybe last week? Or was it 2 days ago? You don't remember.
Heading straight to the kitchen, you realise you forgot to drop your keys on the bowl by the door but decide you will do that later.
Caleb is seated exactly where you last left him. At least where you remembered he was. You have been so busy your mind is all jumbled up.
"Hey Cal..." You drape your body lightly on his back, resting your forehead on his hard plastic shoulder. "I'm so tired and hungry..."
He didn't respond of course. Not that you ever expect him to.
You lift yourself back up and turn away, strolling towards your bedroom. You just need to change and have a light dinner before going to sleep.
After a quick shower and changing into your pajamas, you pad back to the kitchen and open the fridge to see if you have any leftovers.
You frown.
There's a medium container of mayak eggs and a bowl of rice covered with cling wrap. You take both of them out, closing the fridge with your foot as your mind tries to process when you make them.
Yes, you would make a batch of mayak eggs sometimes but with how hectic your job is lately, you don't recall making them recently. Did you forget you did? Your mind can't seem to find the memory of you preparing the ingredients. Maybe the chaos of your work life is erasing your memories.
Or could it be old mayak eggs? But when you cut it open, they seem....fresh somehow. Like the marinade has yet to penetrate to the bright orange yolk.
You shrug mentally, placing the bowl of rice in the microwave.
You also can't seem to recall when you cook the rice. You didn't even realise you have leftovers in the first place.
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The next night, you stumble drunk down the hallway towards your apartment while your colleague is struggling to hold you upright and dragging you to your place.
You attended a corporate dinner gathering after work and had a bit too much drink. You usually don't drink a lot but since your clients are around, you feel pressured to drink whenever they are offered.
"Hey, what's your door password?" Your colleague, Jayden, pants. You're a lot more difficult to maneuver than he thought because in your drunken state, you tend to walk the opposite direction from where he's trying to steer you to.
"Iiiiiitttt....1...8...0..." You drawl, slurring over your words.
However, before Jayden can punch in the code, the door suddenly creaks open slowly. The creaking sound bounces off the wall in the silent air. An icy breeze softly caresses his exposed skin, sending chills down his spine.
He freezes, his breath catches on his throat. D...did you accidentally leave the door unlocked...and not close it fully?
"Y/N...this is dangerous. You should lock your door properly." Jayden scolds lightly but you're too disoriented to fully process what he said.
He is about to push open the door when his heart jumps up to his throat in terror upon noticing a tall figure through the gap. The silhouette is shrouded in complete darkness. Jayden can't see its face or even what its wearing. All he can tell is that it's definitely a male judging by the height and build.
"H...hey...sorry...you must be Y/N's boyfriend..." Jayden stammers, still trying to mentally calm his racing heart. Is it just him or the man seems...a tad bit too still?
There's no answer. Just silence added to the already void night.
He waits for a few more seconds but the figure remains mute so he tries again.
"Um...she's really out of it. Could...could you bring her in? I really need to go home. It's late...you know."
A second pass. And two. Did he not hear him? Is the man sleepwalking?
Then, a pale hand slowly reaches out through the gap. Jayden nearly pisses his pants because the appearance, though not abrupt, did scare the hell out of him momentarily. He could have sworn he didn't hear any movements at all. Not even a shuffle of a foot.
For a moment, he is reluctant to hand you over. What if that's not your boyfriend? Do you even have one? Jayden is your junior and is new to the company so he only got to know you on the surface level. He doesn't know anything about you outside work.
But then-
"Oh...? Zaynie...?" You slur, your head bobs up to look at the hidden figure before lolling back down. "Ohhh...I feel spinnyyyy...."
Guess that's truly your boyfriend then. Jayden gulps nervously before carefully depositing you to the hand. He doesn't know how the man will hold you with just one hand but he seems to be doing okay. Too okay even...the hand barely budges even as you're struggling to hold yourself up and clinging on the limb.
Jayden nearly jerks away when his hand accidentally grazes your 'boyfriend''s hand.
It's cold.
Not like the cold skin in winter.
Hard.
Smooth.
Almost like...plastic?
You slowly vanish into your apartment as your 'boyfriend' brings you in. Jayden watches until he can no longer see you and the door shuts with a quiet click.
Then silence.
Jayden stands there, unsure what to think. Is your boyfriend disabled?
Maybe the hand is prosthetic. That could explain the plastic-like material.
Perhaps he's mute. That might be why he doesn't respond.
Maybe he's disfigured. It's a bit of a stretch but it is possible. That would make sense why he didn't show his face.
Jayden shakes his head as if getting rid of the thoughts and spins on his heels to return to his own home.
None of the plausible explanations erase the uneasiness in his heart and the hairs rising on his nape.
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A glass of water and painkillers are waiting on your bedside table when you finally burst through the hangover fog after waking up.
And Zayne is seated next to you on the bed. You're practically sprawled all over his lap.
He was indeed in your room the last time you checked but you don't recall placing him beside you. That and you don't remember filling in water in your cup and searching through your drawer for ibuprofen.
And strangely, you are tucked comfortably under a blanket on your bed instead of sleeping on whatever surface you managed to land in your drunken state.
It's too...neat.
Then again, you were drunk.
Maybe you've become an organised drunkard overnight.
"Zaynie..." You whine tiredly, head flops back on his lap. You regret it immediately because he is made of filaments so upon contact, headache shoots through your hangover head. "Ow..."
You force yourself to drink and pop the painkiller in your mouth, downing with more water.
However, you collapse back in your bed, weighed down by the exhaustion stemmed from days of long hours and alcohol, so you return back to sleep. Today is the weekend anyway.
As you sink into slumber, you vaguely feel a light touch on your head...like someone is stroking your hair. Your eyes are too heavy to open again so you just give in to the darkness, lulled by the peaceful morning and the comforting touch of someone familiar...?
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The next day, you decide to work on your commission. A client requested a 45cm BJD doll of Raven from Stellar Blade. Not a difficult feat for you but you certainly do need tons of references to get her face and proportion right.
Hence, you're currently holed up in your studio room with Xavier 'sleeping' in your napping station at the corner, which is really just a single bed with several pillows and a blanket.
It's a quiet and peaceful day for you. A little break away from your daily chaotic life.
You work on your client's project for several hours, taking short breaks in between. Before you know it, the moon and her stars greet you when you gaze out of the window.
Then, your phone rings. Your friend, Layla, is video calling you. You answer it, positioning your phone against the window in front of your desk.
"Hey, what's up?" You greet as you resume sewing the doll's suit. Knowing your friend, you're in for a ride because if she's calling, it means she's dropping a drama podcast of her life.
"Heyaa, how you doing?" Layla greets cheerfully.
"Good, good." You chuckle. "Judging by how happy you are, I assume you're doing good too. Spill the tea."
"Straight to the point as always." Layla giggles. "Anyway so..."
You listen, chiming in once in a while as she drones on while you continue working. You have work tomorrow but you don't usually sleep until about 10 pm. It's only 8.3-
Suddenly, a blackout occurs.
"What happened?!" Layla gasps.
"The hell?" You frown, standing up. "I'll go check the fuse box. Stay on the line, okay?"
"Sure, go ahead." Your friend ushers.
Layla messes with her phone while she waits for you. A few minutes later, she heard the squeak of your chair, prompting her to look back at her laptop.
"Is it the fus-"
Layla pauses, brows furrow.
There's no one there.
She stares at the screen, confusion settles on her face. She must have heard wrong.
Layla turns back to her phone when she hears footsteps. Her head whirls fast towards her laptop.
Still, there's nothing. The screen is black.
Her heart thunders against her ribcage, breath catches in her throat. She doesn't move for what feels like eternity when in reality, it is likely only a few seconds, eyes train on the dark surface as if waiting for something to jump scare her.
"Ah...." Layla lets out a shaky breath, chuckling nervously to herself. "It must be Y/N..."
She doesn't quite believe her own excuse but it did ease the anxiety inside her.
It doesn't last long though because she notices something she should have earlier...
Why is the screen pitch black?
Layla remembers clearly that just a moment ago, she can see the outline of your chair fairly clearly even in the darkness of your room. Did the call end?
But on her side, she can see that her Zoom app is still on a video call mode with you.
She squints her eyes, observing the screen closer. She turns up the brightness. Did your phone fall face down? But Layla was only looking away for a second and she doesn't hear any sounds indicating that your phone had fallen. Only the footste-
Layla jolts backwards, stumbling out of her seat, sending her chair on the floor as she crashes on the bed. A pure terror rips through her body.
The screen isn't black. Something is blocking your camera.
Specifically....
A pair of eyes is staring very close at the camera.
Unblinking.
Directly at her.
When you return to your studio soon after, the line is already disconnected and Layla texted that something came up.
So you resume working on your commission.
Had you looked at the napping station, you would have noticed that your Xavier doll is now sitting upright on the bed.
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On a rare occasion on Friday night, you go out with your girlfriends to the club. Usually, you would spend your free time either doing your commissions or playing LADS on your tablet, but once in a while, you do enjoy being wild.
Sometimes, when you're in the mood, you do bring a guy home though now, you wonder if you should because of your boys at home. You did place them all in the studio, just in case.
You suppose today is that day.
You're not looking for a relationship, just fun for one night. After all, just because you're single doesn't mean you don't have needs.
After dancing and chatting with your friends for a while, you hook up with a cute guy who your friends have been nudging you to make a move because apparently, he's been eyeing you the whole time. His name is Archer. The brief thing you know about him is that he works as a programmer. That's all you remember because you're more interested in his physical appearance.
He drives you home and you bring him up to your apartment.
"Wow, nice place." Archer whistles in amazement.
"Thanks." You say, tugging him towards your room. The studio is at the end of your short hallway, not far from your room.
You didn't notice that the door is slightly ajar, too focused on your current want.
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Archer is generally a heavy sleeper, often needing an alarm or someone to shake him awake. Usually, he doesn't wake up unprompted unless his bladder sends a signal to his brain.
However, today, he finds himself cracking his eyes open without any reason. He finds it weird since he doesn't feel like going to the toilet but he reckons it's probably because he's not in his own bed.
He drowsily sits up, sluggishly reaching for his phone on the bedside table.
3 am.
Still too early.
However, Archer feels thirsty so he slowly gets off the bed as not to wake you up. You did tell him earlier to help himself in the kitchen if he felt thirsty.
He picks up his boxer and shirt, donning them on before walking out quietly. The hallway is dark but the moon light penetrating through the window provides some illuminations enough to guide him towards the kitchen.
The kitchen is located next to the living room so he needs to cross over the latter to reach the destination. However, his feet freeze at the entrance, his heart jumps up his throat.
Someone is sitting on the sofa. The back of its head is facing him.
Didn't you live alone...? You didn't tell him you were living with someone...
"H...hello?" Archer calls out nervously.
The person doesn't answer. Doesn't even react. Just still like a statue.
He gulps, anxiety gripping his heart but takes a step forward towards the person.
"Hey, are-" When he touches the shoulder, he nearly jerks his hand away in shock, but releases a relief sigh soon after.
It's a doll...
A humongous one but still a doll.
"What the hell...?" He chuckles to himself, wondering if it's a sex toy so he retreats back a bit to turn on the light to get a better look and so kneels in front of it.
The doll is life sized and seated on the sofa like a normal human, which is why it scared the hell out of him just now. It has deep purple hair and a mixture of pink and blue glass eyes. It wears a sweater on top of its white dress shirt which is tucked into a black pants.
The figurine is clearly a male but Archer had to admit it is beautiful. Judging by how uncanny its position is to a sitting human and its plastic build, he can safely determine that this is the type with ball joints so likely not the one intended for pleasure purposes, which means you might be a collector instead. Getting one this big must have cost a fortune.
Archer gets up to his feet, remembering his earlier intention. As he did, he looks down at the figure for one more time.
He frowns in confusion.
The doll is staring at him.
Like its pink and blue eyes actually positioned upwards, looking at him.
Archer feels chills run down his spine. Does this toy come with a special mechanism which allows it to move its eyes? He vaguely recalls his niece has one of those baby dolls with moving eyes.
"Creepy..." He mumbles under his breath and walks away to the kitchen.
A moment later, he exits the kitchen and passes the living room, eyes give a quick glance at the doll. His hand reaches out to turn the light off.
Archer freezes.
In the dark, the figure on the sofa appears as if it has turned its head around to face the entrance where he's currently standing. Archer can tell by the outline against the soft light from outside the window.
"What the-" He switches the light back on.
Nothing. The doll remains facing the TV, back against him, exactly as it is earlier.
Had he seen wrong?
Then, he clicks the switch again.
His breath catches in his throat, his blood runs cold.
The doll is standing now. Positioned sideways. Its head positions towards him like it did the first time Archer turned off the light.
"The f*ck?" The living room is bright again.
And the BJD is back to its original position.
Terror settles in every inch of his nerves. His hand trembles and his finger accidentally presses on the switch, drenching the room in darkness again.
It's standing again.
This time, its whole body is facing straight at him.
Archer yelps in horror, scrambling away.
The distance from the living room to your bedroom is only a few seconds distance away but as he runs, something is chasing him from behind and it's catching up to him fast.
Fortunately, Archer bursts into your room just in time, slamming the door shut just as something hits the wood. Not collision. More like banging the door hard once.
The whole commotion jolts you awake.
"Archer...?" You say sleepily, slowly pushing yourself up.
You find him on the floor, panting heavily, his eyes, which are trained at the door, are wide in utter fear. That alone dispels some of the drowsiness from your vision.
"Archer? Hey...what's wrong?" You get off your bed and kneel beside him, placing your hand on his back in comfort.
"T...the...the doll..." He stutters, still chained down by terror.
"Doll?" You frown. Is he referring to your boys? "Did you enter my studio...?"
"N...no.." He shakes his head, his whole body drenches in cold sweats. "It...it...kitchen..."
Seeing his badly shaken state, you help him onto your bed, draping the blanket over his trembling body.
"Hey, calm down, okay? I'll go check for a bit." You assure before turning around to head outside, grabbing your bathrobe from the hook behind your door.
Archer wants to stop you but none of the words come out of his mouth. He can only watch as you exit the room, shutting the door behind you.
You walk down the hallway towards the living room.
"Ayel...?"
Rafayel is sitting on the sofa, facing the TV. Did you forget to move him? You thought you had placed him with the others in the studio.
You turn on the light before walking towards him, kneeling in front of him. You tilt your head in a mild confusion.
Is it just you or does he seem...sad? Which is impossible because you crafted his face to bear a neutral expression. Is your sleepy mind playing tricks on you?
You're not afraid though.
"Oh Ayel, don't be sad." You coo softly, cupping his cold cheeks, as you have been doing for the past few months. You tilt your head up to kiss his temple.
When you pull back to look at him, he seems...happier.
Strange.
You get back on your feet, pat his shoulders and return to your room, turning off the light on your way out.
When you enter your room, Archer is staring at the ceiling, still buried under your blanket. He had occupied the side of the bed you slept on earlier. Your bed is positioned at the corner so he's pretty tucked in against the wall.
"I'm sorry. I accidentally left my doll out there." You say, climbing onto the bed beside him. "You okay?"
"Yeah..." He replies though his tone suggests anything but. You didn't press though and he didn't query further either.
"Let's go back to sleep." You say, slipping under the cover beside him.
Archer doesn't answer, only shutting his eyes, trying to get some sleep. You did the same.
You fell asleep soon after but he couldn't...
Because it has entered your room. The door creaks open wide quietly.
The doll walks in slowly. If Archer hadn't known that it's a BJD, he would have thought it's a human because its movements are smooth as if its joints are well oiled.
He literally can't move his body except his eyes, held down by pure horror. He wishes he had left earlier but he didn't want to risk meeting it on his way out or worse, being chased down the road.
The animated being hovers over the bed. The darkness around it conceals its face but Archer senses that it's glaring at him.
He expects he will be killed on the spot. He expects this will be his last day alive. Had he known this, he wouldn't have sent you home.
For a long moment, it doesn't move. He can feel its sharp gaze on him. Watching him.
However, none of what Archer expects happens.
Instead, the doll slowly drops to its knees in front of you. You are asleep on your side, facing away from him so you're practically face-to-face with it.
Momentarily, Archer expects it would harm you but much to his shock, the doll leans forward to nuzzle its cold nose against your cheek and then, rubbing its head against yours.
That....that thing...it...it loves you...
Archer couldn't sleep until the sun peeked behind the clouds. All while the entity stays with you the whole time, nuzzling you and holding your hand as if it's guarding you from him.
When it seems to be time for you to wake up, the doll lets go of your hand and retreat back to where it came from. He doesn't know how it knows that your sleeping time is up. It exits your bedroom 3 minutes before you open your eyes.
Suffice to say, that's the last time Archer met you.
It doesn't strike you as odd because it's just a one night stand after all.
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Your neighbourhood is generally safe. You're used to returning home late at night and nothing has ever happened to you so far. Of course, you don't take it for granted as you always take caution when you do have to walk home alone.
Lately, there's a group of teenagers who have been terrorising the neighbourhood. Namely by playing pranks on the people around. Teen boys being teen boys, their pranks can be malicious like throwing eggs at a home, splashing hot sauce at someone, pantsing passerby, etc.
You are no exception. You got catcalled and being followed sometimes. Other times, they throw lewd gestures in your direction.
You ignore them every single time even when they're persistent. To you, as long as they don't touch you or invade your home, they're dead to you. Sure, it's annoying and humiliating, but you really don't want any confrontations. Some of their parents are well off and influential people in the neighborhood. You don't want to get on their bad sides.
One day, you are hurrying home from work under the pouring rain. You forgot to bring your umbrella so you're drenched from head to toe. Fortunately, the rain only started to shower heavily when you're about a few minutes away from your home.
When you finally reach the entrance of your apartment building, you emit a sigh of relief and head straight for the elevator.
You can't wait to cozy up on the sofa with one of your boys while watching Netflix. Or you could have...if you weren't ambushed by the shock of ice cold water the moment you exit the elevator. It comes so suddenly that the icy temperature punches the breath out of you.
You couldn't move as the cold sinks into your already soaked clothes, hitting your skin, spreading icicles of numbness through every sensation of your body.
You hear the mocking laughter of the teens around you but you could barely register their presence because the freezing temperature is overwhelming. You recall the cruel joy on their faces and honestly, you feel like you want to cry.
But you didn't.
Instead, you just walk past their mockery, your body couldn't stop itself from shaking from the cold. Your hand feels numb as you press the password to your door. All while they're making fun of you around you, making you feel cornered.
You just want to go inside.
You want to go back to the comfort of your boys.
Thankfully, they didn't force their ways into your place.
It does nothing to soothe the anger and humiliation within you though.
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The group finally leaves your place not long after you enter, still snickering and joking around about what they just did to you. They head to the elevator and one of them presses the go down button.
The door slides open and they hop on.
Press the G button.
And down they go.
7th floor.
6th floor.
5th floor.
4th floor.
Stop.
They expect a person to enter when the door opens.
Nobody did.
Normally, this is not something even worth putting a dent in their thoughts.
However...the floor is completely dark...as if it's abandoned. The only light is the EXIT sign at the end of the hallway.
And the air feels different somehow.
"Close the door, dude." One of them says.
"I did but it won't close." His friend says in frustration, pressing the close button repeatedly.
Yet it won't close. Every time, it seems like it will, it didn't....almost as if something is preventing the door from doing so.
"Shit..."
They wait for about 10 minutes yet the door remains open. They even try to press other floors, only to be met with the same result.
"Maybe we should try going down the stairs..."
Nobody speaks for a moment. None wants to go down the dark pathway to get to the stairs but what choices do they have?
"Let's go then..."
Reluctantly, all 4 of them exit the elevator. They expect it to close behind them like in the horror movie, but fortunately, it didn't. Its light serves as their guide to the Exit door though it barely lit more than 5 feet outside the elevator.
The two only available lights did not penetrate through the void in between so they walk in complete darkness until they reach the Exit.
The stairs are just a normal emergency staircase available in any building. Since they stop at the 4th floor, they figure it won't take too long to reach the ground floor so they waste no time in starting their journey down.
Nothing happens for a moment but they do notice how the silence is unusually oppressive to the point they can hear their own heartbeats in their ears. The air feels heavy enough that they don't dare to speak and break the quietness.
Then, one of them notices something.
They're 4 of them in total and they're walking about the same pace yet among the padded, squeaky sounds of their sneakers, he hears the sharp clicks like someone is wearing a pair of dress shoes and is walking at a slower pace than them.
"Wait." He calls out to his friends, stopping everyone in their tracks. He turns around, but there's no one behind them.
"Bro, what's wrong?" One of his friends asks.
He didn't answer for a moment, still processing what he had heard. Then, he shakes his head.
"Nothing...sorry. Thought I heard something."
They resume walking.
He hears it again so he stops and turns around. His heart skips a beat.
A tall man is standing at the upper landing...shrouded in darkness. Something tells him that the man has been watching them. Wait...when they passed that section of the stairs earlier, the light was still on. Now, it only illuminates where they stand.
"Guys....move faster." The boy whispers urgently to his friends, who upon turning around and spot the stranger, immediately does as told.
Their shoes slap the concrete in a hurry but...the rhythm of the one behind them remains steady paced yet somehow seems closer to them now.
And he's catching up fast.
"RUN!" The boy urges in panic and they all rush down the stairs, skipping steps along the way.
Yet...the man is getting closer and closer to them without changing his pace. With every step he takes, he seals the light around him, carrying the abyss with him.
Then, in a moment of the panic, the boy looks back and that is his grave mistake because when he did, he lost his footing.
He slips, creating a domino effect as he crashes on his friends. They all tumble down like ragdolls.
For a moment, it's the chaos of screaming and body crashing.
Then, silence.
Broken only by the echoing and slow sharp footsteps.
Then, he stops at the bottom of the stairs where the group lie bruised and broken. They will live though.
Now that the mysterious man is towering above them, two of them notice his glowing ruby eyes, fixed on them with that eerily emotionless gaze, as if he bears not even a single remorse over their state.
The figure bends down to pull the phone from their 'leader's' pocket. The screen unlocks beneath his fingertips, which is mind boggling. The illumination from the screen barely touches his face, leaving him in the shroud of mystery. The ones who are still conscious see him tapping something on the screen before letting the device falls on the floor. The sound of it hitting the concrete floor echoes through the empty area.
Then, the lights go out.
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You are down with a high fever the next day.
Your body is burning up yet you're trembling with the cold, wrapping the blanket tight around yourself in an attempt to dispel the chills. Your head is heavy, your nose is blocked, and your throat feels like you swallow a jagged candy.
Your fever is so high that you believe you're hallucinating or dreaming...
...that you see your boys around you...
...alive....
...not still...
It's not real but to you, it's still heaven.
Their faces blur when you attempt to focus. It's like seeing through a frosted glass. Even so, you can vaguely tell who is who.
Zayne places his hand on your forehead. His hand is strangely soft and warm. You think you hear him say something but you're not too sure.
Xavier gently helps you to a sitting position but because you're currently too weak, you're sitting while he's supporting your back. Your head is tucked under his chin as you nestle in his embrace.
Then, you smell something delicious. Is it chicken soup...? You can feel your stomach growling. You didn't eat dinner yesterday because you're too upset. The ordeal had taken a lot out of you.
Caleb holds up a spoonful of soup, which he blew a few times so you won't burn your mouth, to your lips. You accept it easily. The broth is divine, its warmth slides down your throat, slowly warming up your body. He feeds you until the bowl is empty.
You feel someone holding your hands, guiding them off your lap to your left side. Your hazy sight drifts downwards. Rafayel is holding your left hand while your right is safely trapped in Sylus's grasp.
Your eyes sting.
If only this is real...
You're so tired of being alone...
So tired of being strong for yourself...
So tired of having no one to lean on...
"Don't cry..." Through your blurry vision, Zayne gently wipes your fallen tears with a tissue.
But you couldn't stop.
It's like the wall you built around yourself has come crashing down, wave after wave of pent emotions rush into you.
You sob.
Quietly.
Not because you're trying to hide.
You're just too wounded to break into a wail.
You don't know how long you cried. Between the steady replacement of tissues and the grasps tightening around you, the exhaustion seeps in, making your body relaxes further in Xavier's chest.
Before you realise it, your consciousness sinks inside the pool of slumber.
The last thing you remember is how your vision clears and you see your boys' loving faces...watching you...
Their faces...are...oddly human...
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When you wake up, you're tucked like a burrito on your bed, a now cold damp towel rests on your temple.
You are alone.
As you should have expected.
But the reality still hurts anyway.
Are you truly destined to be alone? It's not that you didn't touch the grass before. You did try to be with real guys in the past, but all ended in vain. That's why LADS have been your escape pod from reality.
Yes...it's weird.
Yes...you're obsessed.
Yes...they'll never be real.
But...you love them truly.
You emit a soft sigh and slowly sit up. Your fever has broken so you feel a lot better now. You will still take a leave tomorrow to rest more though as you can feel the residual effects of your fever.
You get off the bed, stretching out your muscles for a bit. As you did, you notice a strip of paracetamol and a glass of water on your bedside table. You frown in confusion.
"That's odd...did I place them here?" You don't recall doing so at all though. You were delirious yesterday after all. You sincerely doubt it but maybe, just maybe, you did so when your mind is out of it...somehow...
Shrugging it off, you exit your room and head to the kitchen.
A frown settles on your face the moment you open the fridge.
There's a bowl of chicken congee, wrapped neatly with a cling wrap.
However, you don't recall making it.
This time, you are certain you didn't cook because you have been working long hours lately so you relied mostly on takeouts or 7/11 meals. As forgetful as you can be due to stress and exhaustion, there's no way you would misremember this. You could barely get out of the bed yesterday, much less even cook.
"Weird...." You mumble under your breath, shutting the fridge door, holding the bowl of congee in your hand.
Unfortunately....you don't exactly have any explanations. You live alone. There are no signs of break in. Hence, ultimately, you attribute it again to your 'stress-induced memory gaps' as you did for the past several oddities you couldn't explain. Maybe you need to see a psychologist or something.
After breakfast, you take a shower and change your bedsheets, dumping them in your washing machine.
Then, you stroll to your studio with your iPad in hand.
As expected, all 5 of your LADS BJD are in the room though again, you don't remember if their placements are exactly the way they are now.
Rafayel is at the napping station, seated on the bed. Xavier and Zayne are on the sofa. Caleb is at the bookshelf as if he's searching for a reading material. Lastly, Sylus is standing by the window near the napping station, like he's watching something outside.
"Hey guys..." You greet instinctively. "It's been a while..."
You realise it's been forever since you play LADS and spend time with your doll version of them. You probably miss some of the events. You were often too tired to even scroll through your IG and Tik Tok for the latest updates.
The thought of resigning from your job did cross your mind a few times so you can focus more on your side business but you're not sure if you're ready to take the risk.
You dust their faces with a fluffy makeup brush, sweeping away any particles from their skin and style their hair a bit.
Then, you go to your desk and open your laptop to do a finance check on your BJD business and preparing to open commissions again.
This takes about 2 hours with short breaks in between. It was sunny earlier but now, the rain is pouring heavily, drenching your place darker so you stand up to turn on the lights located next to the entrance before returning to your seat.
You decide to play LADS, turning on your iPad. The rain outside dulls any sounds in your apartment but you can still hear the familiar theme song playing softly among the peaceful atmosphere, comforting your tired soul. The CNY banner and the download bar are displayed on the screen so you wait, staring outside absently, until it finishes downloading.
The contrast from the light inside your studio and the dimness outside lets you to see yourself and anything behind you on your window. You gaze at your own reflection before shifting your sight to the display section where Zayne, Xavier and Caleb are.
You pause, narrowing your eyes in confusion at the reflective surface.
The reflection isn't crystal clear like a mirror but something is off.
Was it just you or were your dolls' heads trained on you?
A tiny spark of fear hits your heart and you whirl around.
They're exactly how they were 2 hours ago. Zayne is staring at his hands, Xavier to the right while Caleb is facing the bookshelf.
You release a breath you didn't know you were holding. As a precaution, you turn to check on Rafayel and Sylus.
Still in the same position as before.
'It must be a trick of the light or something...' You mentally assure yourself. Even so, you can't help the unease settling in your stomach as you turn back around and look at the window again.
Normal. The 3 dolls weren't staring at you.
'Yeah...must be my eyes...' You tell yourself as you click 'Enter' on the game.
The loading page greets you momentarily. You wonder who will greet you when it's done. Since you have chosen all 5 of the Li, the rotation is random.
You never go more than a few days without logging in before. Now, you've been gone for a month so you're looking forward to the interaction you saw online of what happened when you didn't log in for a long time.
When the loading is done, you are welcomed by the vibrant CNY decoration, the jolly music and most of all, the sight of Caleb in his Colonel uniform, sitting on the couch, though that doesn't last long because a second later, he is standing facing you.
"Pipsqueak, are you feeling okay now?" He asks.
Oh? Is this a new interaction for not logging in for a while?
Two options pop up on the screen.
'Yeah, still feeling a bit tired though.'
Or
'Not really...'
You choose the first one.
"I'm glad. You were burning up yesterday."
You freeze. What?
"Have you eaten the chicken congee in the fridge? I prepared it for you." Caleb says with that iconic gentle smile on his face but you feel uneasy instead of serenity.
Is...is this a glitch...? This is too uncanny...terrifyingly accurate... it's like he's breaking the 4th wall...
"What the hell...?" You mutter under your breath. Chills race down your spine and the hair on your nape rises. What's going on...?
Caleb moves closer to the screen. "Don't be scared of us, Pipsqueak. We only want to love and protect you. You will always be safe with us."
Us...?
You look up from your iPad to the reflection in your window.
Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, and Caleb...the physical forms you created in this world with your own two hands...
...are all standing behind you...
"Eh?"
FIN
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Thank you for reading!
Trivia:
- The inspiration: I saw a short video in IG where the user showcased her/his BJD Caleb (Not life sized) sitting on a mini couch. If I remember correctly, he was slouch over forward initially, but the edit made it seem like he sits up on his own, which actually freaked me out lol. Unfortunately, the feed was refreshed before I could like or save the video.
- Extra Info: If you google 'Love and Deepspace BJD', one fan did in fact own a life sized Rafayel BJD.
- The title: The song 'Love In Deep Space' by Aeryth - One of my fave songs of all times. I think it was a fan song for LADS. The lyrics basically echoes us girlies' wishes to be with our boys.
- Supernatural Horror elements: Inspired by Asian ghost stories. And personally, while I think BJD are beautiful, I would never own one because they're creepy to me.
Author's Note: Here is the deleted scene of young Dawnbreaker!Zayne with Non MC!Reader from Chapter 2. I still like this moment a lot so Imma dump it here.
Pairing: Child Dawnbreaker!Zayne x Child Non MC
WARNING: OOC.
Chapters: [1][2][3][4 - Final][2 - Deleted Scene]
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A frown descends on your adorable chubby face when you enter Zayne's room. His room is just like the outburst last year. Like a snow globe...except it's as if it's set in the night time of the North Pole.
Zayne is standing by the window, his back facing you as he stares at his frosty right hand.
Without a second thought, you walk over to him and slide your hand in his cold left hand, where ice begins to spread up his skin. The moment your hand touches his skin, your Evol activates almost instinctively as if it knows that he is important to you. Warmth from your touch chases away the cold on his skin, melting away the frost.
"Who are you?" You ask innocently. He looks just like Gege. Exactly like him. There's no difference at all except...his presence feels colder and there's a tension on his face which seems jarring on his childish face. And his ice...it's black. That's the key giveaway that it's not him.
"You can tell?" 'Zayne' asks quietly.
"Uh huh." You nod. There's no fear on your face at all. In fact, you hold his hand as you always do with Gege.
"And you're not scared?"
You shake your head. "No."
"Why not?" You didn't look at his face but you can hear the surprise in his voice.
You think for a moment. You don't know why you're not scared even though he's not your Gege.
So you shrug.
"You're hurt." Is what you reply instead.
"I'm not."
"You are." You insist, resting your head on his shoulder because you feel light-headed. You hope someday you can do this without the side effects. "Just on the inside so I heal you."
"But you're hurt..." He frowns.
"Nooo, I'm not." You pout. "I promise Gege I will always heal him. You're still Gege even though you're not him so I heal you. See?"
Just like the first time, the layers of black ice and dusts of snow melt away into nothingness, returning the room to its original state.
And 'Zayne'...his hand is warm now.
"So...do you want to tell me who you are?" You ask tiredly, your energy is clearly drained after healing him.
'Zayne' gently tugs you to the bed, carefully laying you on the mattress. His hand never lets you go.
"I...I don't know what to say. I think this is a dream..." He replies softly.
"Nahh...we are real." You say, giggling quietly. "Then, where are you from?"
"Somewhere..." He says vaguely. A ghost of smile graces his lips as you play with his hand. "Somewhere not safe like here..."
"Why not safe?"
'Zayne' shrugs. "Think of it like...the zombie apocalypse but with Wanderers..."
"You live there everyday...? Seeing Mr Reaper in every corner...?" You frown.
He doesn't answer, just holds your hand firmer before bringing up your intertwined hands to his temple as if he's memorising the warmth of your skin.
"It's okay...it's okay..." He mumbles under his breath, seemingly convincing himself it's okay when it's not. "I'm just glad you're here..."
"Gege...I heal you, okay? Wherever you are, I heal you." You say with the utmost childish determination but 'Zayne' finds himself believing you despite convincing himself it's just a dream.
"Okay...I will be waiting then." He says, smiling for the first time in what feels like a long time to him.
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Author's Note: This scene was initially written to explain why Reader often heals Zayne even though he's not injured. It was to comfort Dawnbreaker!Zayne. However, the yandere is only Zayne and not his other version. Hence, adding this scene feels unnecessary and so I discarded it.
Author's Note: You know when your story decides to write itself? Yeah, that's what happened here 😭. I was so focused on slowing down the pace that I lost track of my plot. It didn't come out the way I envisioned it to be but hope you enjoy it anyway.
Pairing: Yandere!Zayne x Non MC
WARNING: OOC, pseudo incest, codependency, emotional manipulation, unintentional self harming, lack of guilt over wrongdoings.
Chapters: [1][2][3][4 - Final][2 - Deleted Scene]
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Your string of exes didn't go unnoticed by your friends nor did it goes under the radar of those who know your former boyfriends.
Gossips happen.
Rumours spread.
You hear them.
Yes, you hear everything.
So you told Zayne.
"Do you think you are?" He had asked when you told him that people said you're too attached and dependent on him. Your friends said the same thing, which honestly offends you.
Zayne is your safe person.
Your protector.
Is it wrong to be clingy and affectionate to him? He's your family...
"No...at least...I don't think I am..." You say, doubt and insecurity settle in your voice. "Gege...what do you think?"
"I never once thought you're clingy." Zayne answers without a hint of hesitation. "We are family so I believe it's normal. However, if you are uncomfortable, we can distance ourselves in public."
You hesitate. Do you really want to? You're practically attached to his side for years. You live for his kisses and hugs, so much that they're your greeting and parting gestures with him.
"I...I don't want to...but-"
"Then, don't." He says firmly, which causes you to flinch a bit because you're not used to his stern tone. "They don't know us, Y/N. They only see a fraction of us and assume accordingly."
"But...Gege..."
"Why are their opinions more important than your own? Isn't your want just as valuable, if not more?" He says, softening his voice.
Your shoulders deflate, realising that he's right. "Yeah...you're right, Gege..."
Zayne emits a soft sigh. He offers out his hand to you. He didn't need to say anything because you hold his hand automatically and climb on his lap, nestling against his chest. At this point, it's your default position with him when you need to be comforted.
"Y/N...you can do whatever you want and I will support you no matter what but whatever you do, it must be because of you, okay? Not for what they want, not even for what I want." Zayne advises, tucking your head under his chin. You nuzzle your nose in his neck, softly inhaling his scent. He always smells so nice and clean even without using cologne. "And remember..."
"Gege will always be here for me." You recite smoothly like a mantra.
"Exactly."
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Of course, it's easier said than done.
You try to ignore the gossip as much as you can and tell yourself that it's okay as long as Gege is around but it's not easy being a young adult and wanting to be accepted by your peers. That's why you begin to distance yourself from Zayne.
Your affection towards him lessens and you talk to him less though you still spend time with him. You simply hesitate more before you hug him or kiss his cheek. Obviously, it doesn't go unnoticed by Zayne. Heck, anyone who knows both of you can see, but he says nothing. He only asks if you're okay. You lied to his face and said you are, but both of you know deep down you're not. You can see the subtle knowing and concern look on his face. He won't pressure you to spill but god...you miss him so much.
You wonder why you feel...nothing...when you're smiling and laughing with your friends. You should feel happy, right?
Shouldn't you feel free now that you're slowly standing on your own two feet?
And...you're experiencing a weird sensation lately in your throat. Like you can't breathe yet you're not running out of air.
Are you sick? But you don't feel sick.
You're fine.
This continues until you graduate from college.
Your cheeks feel tight as your lips stretch into a smile for the picture.
Weird but you ignore it.
Perhaps you're simply tired.
"Are you okay, Y/N?" Zayne asks. He doesn't seem to change, at least not outwardly. He respects your distance but he never fails to check on you. He still sends you food and money. Still picks you up whenever you ask. Still there...as he always is.
"Yes, Gege..." Your cheeks hurt from forcing yourself to smile. Wait... why are you faking a smile with him? This is just Gege...
Zayne says nothing for a second, just stares at you. Then, he reaches out slowly to pat your head. You have been deprived of his touch and presence that you flinch out of surprise but didn't pull away.
You didn't want to anyway.
"You're all grown up now. Are you ready to start your job next month?" He asks.
Ah...yes...you got a job offer from a well known book publishing company after you presented your final year project to them. It's two states away so you have to move out soon.
Your throat tightens at the thought.
"I'm...scared...Gege..." You admit quietly, your hand nervously reaches up to lightly scratch the side of your throat. It's a habit you pick up since you experienced the odd tightness in your neck.
Zayne gently pushes your fingers away from your skin. "Y/N, you're gonna hurt yourself again."
Oh...right. You forgot. You had accidentally clawed the exact 'itchy' spot until bleeding a few times. You often have your nails done, specifically in almond stiletto style. Hence, the sharp tips certainly did cut open your skin and as a result, you have faint scars on the area.
"It's normal to be scared." Zayne assures, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. You are almost tempted to pull away when you feel your friends' eyes on you but you stay put because his grasp is firmer than expected. "You will do fine. Don't worry."
You don't feel assured at all. If anything, his words only add to your anxiety.
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"Are you okay, Y/N? You're very quiet today." Zayne asks, his eyes remain focused on the road while you're seated on the passenger seat beside him, watching the passing scenery and knowing full well that you're now far from Linkon.
Zayne insisted on sending you to your new place so you let him because you're too deep in your pool of overthinking to argue.
"I'm nervous, Gege...it's my first time so far away from you..." You reply.
"It is." Zayne nods. "But you will be okay, Y/N."
You frown. You don't feel okay. Why did he keep insisting you are? You want to puke and your throat is 'itchy' again. How can you get over this sickness? He will be so far away from you. There would be no one to anchor you. Granted...it is your fault for pushing him away.
But...you have to be independent at one point, right? That's why the move is a good opportunity...right?
You end up saying nothing and continue to look outside the window.
Zayne helps you carry your stuff to your apartment. You packed a significant amount but not too much that it would require dozens of trips to the 3rd floor. Your studio apartment is fully furnished so you only bring your personal belongings.
"Gege, you can stay the night if you want. It's late." You say, hoping he will say yes because you haven't slept alone in a place since you're adopted into his family. Even back in boarding school, you have two roommates.
It's 8pm now. Zayne has been helping you unpacked your things the whole day.
However-
"It's fine. I have an early surgery tomorrow so I have to get going." Zayne says.
You have to resist yourself from deflating and pouting as you used to do before. You don't think you deserve to do so after practically ditching him for your friends.
"Okay, Gege..." You say quietly.
Zayne pats your head gently. "Let me know if you need anything, okay? I'll always be here for you."
"Will you come visit me sometimes, Gege?"
"Of course." He says.
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Your first day at work goes smoothly. The people are nice enough though you're not stupid to think that they're genuinely friendly. At least, not at first. Only time will tell if they're truly kind people or just corporate kind ones.
Well, you got your answers after a year working there.
You enjoy the work itself. Drawing for clients is a challenge on its own, but you love it anyway even though it can be frustrating...actually, screw that. The constant revisions, the late submissions by clients, the tight deadlines, the long hours, constant overtime, the micromanagement by your art director, the corporate drinking culture, being made to run random errands since you're still considered as newbie...
When you return to your apartment, there is no peace either because it's too quiet. You're too busy that you barely have time to call Zayne. You even take a while to reply to his texts.
When you finally manage to, you told him you're fine. That everything is fine. And you declined when he asked if he could come over, telling him that you won't be at home as much, which is a lie of course. You just didn't want to break down in front of him.
Ahhh, what a big fat lie.
You treat the cuts on your throat before slapping a wide band aid over them and roll up the collar of your turtle neck sweater to conceal them. Then, you check your nails, ensuring all are still in pristine condition. It's honestly one of the few things you have the energy to maintain after long hours of BS in the office.
You sigh softly. You remember how Zayne used to help you with your nails. His hands are steadier than yours since he's used to handling delicate procedures during surgeries.
Another day, another monotonous routine.
Hopefully, today will be more bearable than yester-
You hope too soon because from the moment you enter the office, it's all hands on deck.
Apparently, one of the senior illustrators rage quit after getting into a verbal argument with the art director, leaving behind an unfinished project, which is due in a week.
Your boss transfers her work to you, telling you that this is a good opportunity for you. Guess who will be pulling overtime for 7 days straight? Yes, you.
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"Gege, are you free next weekend? I'm planning to take leave to visit you..." You speak to your phone, downing another cup of coffee. You put your phone on speaker while touching up a book cover illustration on your tablet. You're all alone in the office so you texted Zayne if he's up to keep you company. Coincidentally, he's on a night shift.
"I can take leave. How many days are you planning to take?" He asks.
"Forever." You blurt out before brushing it away with a giggle. "I'm thinking a week but I don't know if my boss will let me."
"Y/N, you know you can always come home anytime, right? I'm not going anywhere." Zayne says. You can hear the concern in his voice, which means he senses the message behind your attempt to hide your struggles.
"I know, Gege...I just..." You exhale a sigh, resting your cheek on your propped up hand. "Work is stressful...it's normal, right?"
"Yes, but not to the point of affecting your health." He scolds though there's no heat at all. "My door is always open for you, understand?"
"Yes, Gege. Understood..." You force your voice steady when you feel a lump lodge in your throat. A single tear slips out of your eye, sliding down your cheek.
You're exhausted....you just want to quit and go back to Gege...are you truly burnout or just weak? You don't know what to think...
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You dig your nails in your palms when the CEO's granddaughter is congratulated for finishing the project your senior left behind. The project which was transferred to you. The very same one which had you drink coffee like an addict and pulled an all nighter for one week straight
All those efforts...only to be presented as her work? Even when she did literally nothing.
Truthfully, it's not the first time you got discredited. In the past one year, a few of your minor illustrations were credited to her. You're not happy of course, but you let it go since your co-workers said it's the norm....but....these...they are your masterpieces. You recognise your creations to the last tiny strokes yet none of the credits go to you.
Your boss told you to not take it personally and let it go when you complained to him, but you can't. Not this time...because it kills the strand of your patience and endurance.
You know what's the worst part?
She's your friend.
Who befriended you on your first day here.
You only have her as your 'friend' though you get along well enough with the rest of your colleagues. You're the youngest and the 'newbie' of the department so you find it hard to befriend them. A lot of them have worked together for a while, their laughter had long since harmonised together, while you're still a new melody note that is finding its place among the lines.
Hence, you let her get away with this bullshit. You're lonely without Zayne and she's always friendly to you. Always there for you...
...is she?
"Y/N, you're not mad, right? I mean it's not the first time." She says with that pout that you actually find it annoying but keeps it to yourself out of politeness. She doesn't act spoiled despite her family being fairly wealthy. In fact, most of the office staff find her kind, endearing and beautiful. She's sweet like a dainty princess.
"...I worked hard on them...." You mutter. Your face is blank and your voice is hollow with disbelief.
"I know and I'm really sorry~ I'll tell grandpa to compensate you, okay?"
But you don't care about money. You're not struggling for cash. In fact, despite your horrible childhood prior to being adopted, you're in a privileged position. Your adopted parents love you and take good care of you.
And Zayne...your Gege who always protects you and never once neglected you.
You're never deprived of love since being part of the Li family.
So no....it's not about being compensated. It's about how she straight up stole your work and had the audacity to still call you her friend.
"Why...?" Is all you can respond. You can see the discomfort in her demeanour but there's not even a hint of guilt in her eyes. She genuinely didn't see anything wrong with what she did.
"Look, it's nothing personal, okay? You know how my grandpa gets. I'm just not as talented as my cousins." She justifies.
You are beyond speechless. How to even react to that? What to even say?
"I...see..." You mumble, nodding absently. Your eyes fall on your hands. You can still see the dent on your finger from when you held the digital pen for an extended period of time, and feel the lingering aches from drawing so much.
Your mind drifts back to your childhood therapy sessions, replaying the words of your therapist. She made you realise that you are allowed to voice out what you don't like. You recalled how you slowly learned to say 'no' when you don't want or like something. It seems...simple then. Maybe because your family always gave you a choice. They never cornered you and made you feel that you have to agree with them. They created a safe space for you to express yourself. Zayne, especially, has never once wavered from ensuring you're always at ease with him since the first meeting.
But at present?
You're 5 years old again. Back in that alcohol and stale scented apartment. Sleeping on an old, thin mattress. Hiding in the closet when the weird sounds began to play.
You ate the bland porridge your biological mother made for you. A portion too small even for a child your size, but you consumed what you can because you don't know when's your next meal will be and she would yell at you if you didn't finish your food.
You were too scared to tell her you hated her cooking. You didn't have a choice. It's either this or endure the pain of hunger.
You're back in that place again. Only now, it's clean and grey with the same rotten people in different fonts.
Your hand unconsciously creeps up your neck, the tips of your fingers begin running over the surface of the band aid in a repetitive motion. Your throat feels that odd tightness again.
You're so sick of this.
Why did you ever listen to anyone but your Gege? You gave in to your college friends' words about your relationship with him and distanced yourself from him. Now this. And you have nowhere to run to? Ahh...what have you done?
"Hey, let's go have dinner, okay? My treat." She had the audacity to ask you as if the issue just a moment ago is insignificant.
"Yeah...sure." You nod absently. Your vision blurs and the noise around seems to have toned down into muffles. You're in this sphere of near voidness. You don't hear what she says or feel her pulling your hand to stand up. Her chatters have also faded into a muffle.
However, the moment she turns her back on you and heads to the stairs. Something inside you just snapped and red overlaps your vision.
The same exact feeling you had back in the boarding school.
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"Y/N?" Zayne has just finished his shift early in the morning when you called him. This immediately strikes him as odd because you rarely call him these days.
"Gege..." You sound....hollow, which is unsettling. "I did it again..."
"Did what, Y/N?"
Silence greets him momentarily before he hears you take a shaky breath. "I nearly killed someone again."
Zayne pauses for a second, digesting the news. "Where are you now?"
"My place... I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get arrested..." You sniffle. "I'm not asking you to bail me out...I just want to hear your voice before I couldn't."
His heart clenches at your words.
"Y/N..."
"Gege, I'm sorry I listened to them...I shouldn't have...I don't deserve you..."
"Y/N, don't say that. I told you I'm always here for you..."
"But I did you wrong...I ditched you for my friends...I haven't even seen them since graduation...I feel lost without you, Gege. The loneliness is killing me...Gege, I want to go home..." You break into a sob. You think you're mumbling nonsense but Zayne understands everything you said. "I hate it here...I hate being far away from you."
"Y/N, I'll bring you home. Back to me, okay?" He assures gently.
You nod even though he can't see you.
"Yes...back to Gege. We won't be apart again, right? I can stay with you forever this time?"
"For good, Y/N. This will be the first and the last time we're apart from each other. I promise we will always be together from now on."
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You spent a night in the cell. The hard bed reminds you of your childhood stale bed. Stiff and uncomfortable yet still bearable. The air is silent and you couldn't sleep, replaying the moment you came back to your senses, staring at the chunk of hair in your hand and that bitch at the bottom of the stairs, sobbing in pain from the fall.
You felt nothing. Well...not really. Unlike before, you do feel guilty. Just not the immense guilt you should be feeling. Instead, you're anxious about the possibility of not seeing Gege for a long time.
You want to see him. You want to be with him.
You want to go home to him and never leave again.
Until the sun rises up the sky, you count the minutes going by as you scratch your neck again.
This time, instead of anxiety, it's out of immense joy at the thought of seeing him.
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Zayne bails you out.
And he had already hired people to clear your apartment and terminated your lease on behalf since the apartment was booked under his name.
All you have to do is just return home with him.
Zayne doesn't tell you what he did to solve your problems. When you tried to ask, he only said 'You don't need to worry. I've taken care of everything.'
When you arrive at his place, your room is completely clean and organised, the cool air graces your senses with the fragrance of jasmine. He clearly had prepared your room prior to your arrival.
But-
"Gege, can I sleep with you tonight?" You ask, turning around and wrap your arms around him.
"Of course." He replies, lightly combing away strands of your hair from your face. "Whatever you want, Y/N, I'll give it to you."
"Then, can I have Gege all to myself?" You ask again.
"I'm always yours, Y/N. You just forget. That's all." Zayne chuckles before leaning down to kiss your temple.
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Your phone vibrates from the flow of texts from your college friends and colleagues. You watch notifications popping up. They're asking you what happened and why you attacked the CEO's granddaughter. Some are even hate comments.
You didn't want to read but curiosity gets the better of you so you reach out to grab your phone. However, before you could, Zayne takes the device away.
"Y/N, are you certain you want to read them?" He questions.
You shake your head.
"Then, you don't need to, okay?" He advises, caressing your cheek, prompting you to nuzzle against his hand. "I'll get you a new number and a new phone. That way, you won't have to deal with this stress."
You didn't even consider. You just nod. Gege knows what's best for you after all.
"Gege, can I ask you something?"
"What is it, Y/N?"
"Why did you let me go back then? Why didn't you tell me to stay with you?" It's been on your mind since you moved away a year ago. Why didn't he ever say anything about your distance from him?
Zayne says nothing in response at first. Instead, he beckons you to sit on his lap. You obey naturally as if the years apart didn't happen, tucking your head under his chin like you used to do and play with his hand. Your Evol begins to warm up and flows through his veins. It's been a long time since you've done this for him.
"To discover is to experience it." He starts, curling his fingers around your dainty ones. "If I tell you the world is dangerous without letting you see why, you won't believe me. Perhaps you would at first but humans are curious creatures. I let you go to experience the cruelty outside yet I assured you countless times I am here for you so you won't fall far."
"I hurt someone though...aren't I the cruelty then?" You ask softly.
"No, Y/N." Zayne says. "You were just protecting yourself. When pushed too far, you pushed back so don't blame yourself. Do you want to apologise to her?"
You think for a moment. Not that you need to. You already know the answer to his question. You feel guilty, yes, but not to the extent you should be experiencing .
"Remember what I said, Y/N? Don't apologise if you don't mean it. In this case, I can tell you're not really sorry so there's no need to apologise."
"Okay, Gege." You nod. "Still...I am a danger..."
"You're right." He agrees.
"But only because Gege isn't around." You say. You just realised that your violent streak only escaped when you're under intense pressure from his absence.
"Yes." Zayne agrees again. "So do you still wish to see the world without me then?"
At the question, you immediately shake your head, pouting.
"No!" You exclaim, burrowing even deeper in his embrace. "I want to be with Gege forever. Gege takes care of me and protects me, okay? I don't want to be alone again."
Zayne chuckles at your whiny attitude. There it is. His precious jasmine. The one he spoils rotten yet is disciplined accordingly when necessary. The one he loves so much that his only desire is to cage you with him.
And now, you're exactly where he wants you to be.
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You stare out of the window, feeling the sun caressing your skin.
You haven't been out on your own for 5 years now. There are times when you think life feels dull. When you scroll down a few reels on solo travel or just a 'me time' date, you do feel left out.
Zayne would let you if you want to. All you have to do is just ask.
However, you couldn't or maybe even don't want to step outside without your lover. Without him, it's like the world suddenly becomes a black hole. Like it's pulling the worst out of you.
You turn away from the window, strolling back to the living room where your tablet and art tools are scattered on the low table. All provided by Zayne.
Again, all you have to do is ask. He will provide everything.
Zayne never imprisons you. You just didn't want to be apart from him.
And he lets you.
Your phone rings. You pick up, already knows who the caller is without checking the screen.
"Baby!" You say happily. Whatever melancholy you experienced just seconds ago dissipated in an instant.
Yes, it does take a while for you to stop calling him 'Gege'. You could have called him any nicknames but you go for 'Baby' because he got those cute boba eyes when he's surprised.
"My Love, how are you?" Zayne asks. He always checks in on you throughout the whole day whenever he's at work.
"Good, good. I just miss you a lot. When are you coming home?" You say, pouting.
"In two hours." He chuckles.
"Then, can we go out then? I wanna try this new ice cream shop."
"Of course, my Love. I'll pick you up later."
You chat a bit more with him before he has to end the call to prepare for surgery.
You place your phone back on the table and resume your work as a concept artist, surrounded by the calm luxury he prepared for you and encased in this beautiful prison you willingly walk into.
Maybe it's not for everyone.
But it is for you.
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Author's Note: I don't aim for the typical yandere from the start for Zayne. To me, he seems to be the soft/subtle type of yandere.
WARNING: OOC, pseudo incest, minor but graphically described violence, emotional manipulation, codependency, bullying, and lack of guilt over wrongdoings.
Chapters: [1][2][3][4 - Final][2 - Deleted Scene]
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"Gege..."
You slide your hand in his cold left hand, where ice begins to spread on his skin. The moment your hand touches his, your Evol activates almost instinctively as if it knows that he is important to you. Warmth from your touch chases away the iciness on his skin, melting away the frost.
"It's just you and me now, Y/N." Zayne says as he lifts his free hand to wave at his parents, who had decided to join Doctors Without Borders 2 years after the incident with MC, which led all of you to move to a different state. You did the same, waving at them as they drove away. You expect to feel sad at their departure considering how close you have been with them for the past years but surprisingly only feels neutral like this is something entirely ordinary. Like the feeling you should be feeling is strangely....missing.
"Yeah..." You nod, resting your head on his shoulder because you're feeling light-headed.
"I'll take care of you. Always." Zayne says softly, guiding you to sit on the sofa.
"Okay." You say. Maybe it's because Gege is around. Everything is always okay when he's with you.
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Zayne takes care of you diligently despite how busy he is with his studies to become a cardiac surgeon in the future. He ensures you always eat and sleep on time with a dash of leeway twice or thrice a week.
"Chew properly."
"Sit upright. Don't slouch."
"Time to sleep, Y/N. You have school tomorrow."
"Y/N, here. A treat for your hard work this week. I bought you pistachio ice cream this time, like you wanted."
Your Gege is always there with you even when he's occupied with his works. Even in his absence, he will always call or text you. It doesn't even have to be a long conversation. Most of the time, he's merely checking in on you. You're so accustomed to his presence that when your parents send you to a prestigious boarding school for your highschool years, you are lost on what to do, like you're back in your 5 years old self, re-learning how to navigate the basics of life from Zayne.
The first night, you couldn't sleep. You lay there on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, your ears straining to find the familiar voice that will never come. You did call him prior to bedtime but it just doesn't feel the same. Zayne usually would sit on your bed, holding your hand until you fell asleep. Sometimes, you would heal him as you descend into slumber. Not because his Evol acts up or anything. You just do it because you want to. Zayne always said your Evol feels like sitting in front of a fireplace during a harsh winter. Warm and relaxing.
Hence, when the routine has been disrupted, you become restless. You couldn't quite sleep without his presence but you didn't tell him or anyone because you don't want to be seen as a baby so you keep silent and endure it even though you're cranky for almost 24/7 from the lack of sleep (and suffering from Zayne Deficiency Syndrome).
Then, one day...
"Y/N, what did you do?"
You sit in the Principal's office, head down as you focus on your hands rested on your lap. You say nothing. You couldn't. You're too scared of his reaction than what you did.
Zayne emits a soft sigh. He's frustrated. Rightfully so. Because you beat your classmate to bloody pulp with a chair. Luckily, the chair is made of wood. Unluckily, extremely so, you beat the boy until the chair broke.
You honestly don't recall much of what happened. It's like your body was set to autopilot. The lack of sleep had you feeling like you're keeping your head above the water. Always moving but barely registering everything except the fact that you're exhausted and you can't sleep because your Gege isn't around. The bully you experienced isn't actually anything new. You sorta stood out like a sore thumb because your demeanour and appearance did not scream money like your fellow classmates are. The perpetrators are a group of 3 guys and 2 girls who act like the school is theirs to rule, certainly with too much of their parents' money to keep everyone shut up.
Generally, you're not particularly too bothered by the mockery and jest because it doesn't happen too often as your schedules clash with them. A push on your head. Tripping you in the hallway. A pull on your bra strap through your uniform from behind. Locking you in the cubicle of a toilet. A taunt here and there. Nothing you can't tolerate.
However, likely due to your exhausted and a bit delirious state, you had enough. Despite the fatigue, the moment your hands grab your chair, you swung it fast before you can even register what you did. The powerful impact absorbed the noise from the previously noisy crowd. The next thing you know, the leader of the stupid gang was already on the floor, groaning in pain.
You don't remember what beckoned you to do what's next. You just recalled the burning sensation in your chest, like a fire is seated inside. The pitiful sight did not stir any emotions inside you. Instead, you raised the chair and brought it down harder than the first one. It hit his leg with a sickening thud. You didn't stop. Not even to hesitate. You did it over and over again, hitting every surface of him you can reach. You did not register the horror around you. The plea to stop. The attempts to pull you away from him.
No. You don't recall any of that.
You only remember the red blurring your conscience.
It's only when the chair broke that you 'wake up'. Fear began to set in. Not for the incoming consequences, but for Zayne's reaction. Just an ounce of guilt dwelled in your mind.
Zayne exhales a sigh. Then, he turns to the Principal and says "Do you have a place where I can have a brief private talk with her?"
"There's a meeting room next door. You can use that." The principal offers.
"Thank you." Zayne nods. You stand up without a second thought, following after him.
In the meeting room, you sit in one of the plush office chairs and Zayne kneels down in front of you. You expect to see the hardness and frustration in his forest green eyes but there is only the gentleness that you're familiar with.
"Y/N..." He starts softly, knowing full well that you can't handle his anger because neither he or his parents have ever been harsh with you no matter what. "Tell me what happened. What's wrong?"
That's it. That's all it takes for you to break and tell him everything.
You tell him of the sleepless nights. The bullying. How you miss him so much. How much you just want to go home. How you hate this place.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Zayne reprimands though his tone is still as gentle and non-judgemental as ever.
"I don't want you to think that I'm a baby who can't do anything on my own..." You admit, sniffling. Zayne wipes your tears with a tissue he brought.
"Y/N...you know I would never." He cups your cheek, his thumb caressing your damp skin. "I'm always here for you, aren't I? You don't have to hold back to appear strong. I'm here, Y/N."
"But...but-"
"Shh...no buts, okay? I mean what I said." Zayne says.
You hesitate for a moment, your mind running on an overthinking engine.
Zayne seems to sense it because his gaze softens even further. His other hand cups your other cheek before leaning up to kiss your temple. You melt in his touch, nuzzling in his hands.
"Gege...aren't you mad...?" You ask.
"Why would I be?"
"I beat a person to near death."
"He's in the wrong, right? He provoked you and you reacted accordingly, albeit a bit extreme." Zayne gets up to his feet. "Come on. We will settle this, okay?"
"Okay, Gege." You nod.
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Since the boarding school values its reputation, you are expelled instead of being sued by the bully's family.
You don't mind. In fact, you're happy because you're back to living with your Gege. You didn't even register that wariness and fear in the students' eyes as you walked down the hallway with your luggage behind you. You heard the boy is in the hospital. Critical but stable. Momentarily, you contemplated if you should apologise but Zayne asked you if you would like to in which you responded 'no...I guess' so he advised you to only do so if you sincerely mean it. Otherwise, it's a waste. Hence, you didn't.
Zayne takes it upon himself to talk to his parents about your situation. You didn't ask if they're angry. You don't exactly want to know either.
Whatever it is, you are now enrolled in an art high school, which you're excited about because you love to draw and paint. The school is located a bit further away from where you live but you learned to use the train station after spending one weekend with Zayne navigating the way to the school to prepare for the first day.
Suffice to say, your high school years pass uneventfully.
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After graduating from high school, you study arts at a college not far from Akso Hospital, where Zayne works. You don't stay in the dorm since you still prefer to live with him but since he's a busy man, you go out often with your friends.
"Gege, are you coming home tonight?" You text.
"Yes, but late. I'm working overtime. Why?" Zayne replies immediately. You suppose he's on a break right now. Usually, he answers late.
"My friends are going to a bar. Can I go?" You say. You usually would wait for his response before making a decision, out of habits.
"Sure. But no drinking and don't follow a strange home." He texts.
Suddenly, a notification pops up in your phone, informing that you receive a transfer to your bank account. It's from him. He always gives you money whether you ask from him or not. Ever since he started working a few years ago, he insists on supporting you financially so his parents no longer send money to you.
"I'll pick you up later. Call me once you're done." He texts.
"Okiee. Thanks, Gege ♥️" You text happily.
"Awww, look at you. Still clingy to your Gege." One of your friends teases.
"He's single, right? Maybe you can introduce us to him." Another one giggles.
"Nooo, not my Gege." You huff. "If I do so, then he won't have time for me. He's already busy."
Your friends laugh at your reaction. They know full well of your clinginess to Zayne. Although they have never met him, courtesy of you, they can tell you're spoiled yet disciplined by him. No, you didn't turn out like a rotten girl with an awareness radius of only 1 diameter and daddy's money on deck. You're not exactly the kindest but you're never mean. You're simply honest and odd in a way people can't quite put their finger in. You always seek for his approval before making a decision and only ever listen to him, yet at the same time, he would do whatever you wish as long as it guarantees your safety.
To be honest, they think your bond with him is more akin to a pair of lovers instead of siblings. Then again, you're not actually biologically related to him but you didn't make a move on him or anything because....well...the thought of being in a relationship with him never really crossed your mind because you're content as long as you're still his number one girl.
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You notice how your girlfriends usually have their father as their number one man in their life prior to meeting their significant other. You can't relate because you have Zayne even though you're adopted by his father.
And Zayne...he's fully aware of this. He indulges in this fact because no one knows you better than him and nobody can take care of you better than he can.
That's why when you come home telling him that you have a boyfriend. Well...he takes it well on the outside but on the inside....
"I'll send you." Zayne offers out of the blue.
"Eh? You sure, Gege? You've just arrived home." You say. "My boyfriend can pick me up."
"No. Let me." Zayne insists. "I don't trust him with you. I'll also be picking you up later."
You open your mouth to protest but your words immediately die in your throat when he shoots you a stern look.
"Okay, Gege..." You didn't think much on his offer. He has always been protective of you and your safety and well being are his number one priority after all.
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"Text me later, okay?" Zayne reminds just as he stops in front of the cafe where you will be meeting your boyfriend.
"Okay." You nod. You grab the handle to get off but find that it's still locked. You turn back to Zayne, pouting. "Gege..."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Zayne says. His expression is neutral but you notice the mirth in his eyes.
You stare at him, your mind spinning its wheels to remember what you forget. Then, you perk up.
"Sorry, Gege." You giggle before leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek.
"It's fine. Have fun." Zayne strokes the back of your head. He gently presses his lips on your temple, his eyes staring past his car window and straight at your boyfriend, his fingers tighten slightly at the back of your head. Not enough to alert you. Just enough to show to the 'stranger' that you're his to take care so the man better handle you delicately.
Zayne may be a doctor but he is willing to take a life as much as he saves one when needed.
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"Is there something going on between you and your brother?" Your boyfriend asks, his tone is a little off like tasting something bad in his mouth.
"What do you mean?" You ask though your eyes are scanning the menu. "You make it sound so weird. He's not my real brother. I don't have siblings."
He didn't reply but you can sense he's weirded out which confuses you. Granted, you are aware of how affectionately close you are to Zayne. How could you not? He is your safe person. Has always been since the first time you met him years ago so of course, he has a special place in your heart.
Clearly, your boyfriend doesn't agree because your relationship didn't last long.
You were upset at first. Like really upset.
But not for long because-
"Here." Zayne hands you a cone of yam and vanilla ice cream, complete with a tiny plastic spoon embedded in the frozen goodness, before sitting down next to you.
"Thank you, Gege." You sniffle. You don't even care that you're in public with swollen, watery eyes and a face full of tear streaks. Zayne is here so it's okay.
"Don't worry. I'm here, Y/N. I will always be here for you." Zayne says, draping his arm over your shoulder. You scoot closer to him without a second thought, snuggling against him as you eat.
"Did I do something wrong? He thinks our relationship is weird..." You huff.
"None of that, Y/N. He just doesn't understand. That's all." Zayne assures.
"...you're right, Gege..." You nod solemnly before looking up at him. "There are other fishes in the sea, right?"
For a split of a second, Zayne doesn't respond or react. Almost like he's a statue for just that one tiny moment. Something anyone won't notice unless they're unusually tuned to his stoic expressions.
"Of course, Y/N. He's only one of the millions of fishes out there." Zayne assures.
You believe him. As you always do. He knows you. Know what's best for you. Know every single one of your likes and dislikes. Know how to handle you. How to treat you like his most prized possession.
He didn't need to say anything. Didn't need to do anything. No. He shows each and every one of your exes how you deserve to be treated. From picking you up despite his busy schedule to sending foods to you even in his absence to buying you whatever you want to giving you the affections you need even when you didn't ask for it.
He knows you the best.
Perhaps, that's why you subconsciously compare them to Zayne. There is always something amiss with each of them in your opinion. Eventually, for every failed relationship, your tears which had once fallen so easily gradually dried up to the point you didn't even ask 'why' anymore. And your Gege is always there to catch you when you seek his comfort.
"There's no need to rush, Y/N. I'm always here, aren't I?"
"What if you get married someday? Who would take care of me?" You ask, genuinely concerned.
He only chuckles before leaning forward to kiss your temple. "I would never leave you, Y/N. I will always be here for you so you don't have to get married if you don't want to."
"I can stay with you forever, Gege?" You ask, intertwining your fingers with his. Your Evol instinctively flows through the touch. He's not in pain or anything but it's like your power senses what you can't so you always just let it do its thing. Besides, it's always a comforting sensation for you as well.
"Of course. Always." Zayne assures, bringing up your now warm joined hands to his lips.
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Author's Note: Initially, I wanted to include a small scene of the Reader meeting or being aware of Dawnbreaker for the first time but ended up scrapping it to focus on the main pairing plus it won't contribute to the plot.
Author's Note: Just some random fluff ideas in my mind. You don't need to read Timid Bunny to understand this fic but feel free to anyway.
Pairing: Caleb x Non MC
Synopsis: 3 short, cute moments between Caleb and his Bunny.
Note: This is pure fluff with just a dust of angst.
WARNING: OOC. Inaccurate depiction of an aviation job.
[Timid Bunny]
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Moment 1
You are used to Caleb's cuteness aggressive acts whenever he's with you. Like too accustomed to the point that you can continue doing your own things while he kisses, squeezing, nibbling and more kissing your face, especially your cheeks, or hugging you firmly like you're his personal teddy bear.
Like now. You're reading a manga book on a sofa while your big golden retriever boyfriend is sprawled on your lap. His head is facing your belly, arms around your waist while he's seated on the carpeted floor.
You have a belly pouch which you're insecure about but Caleb absolutely loves it. He thinks it's adorable and loves to nuzzle his face against it. Exactly what he's doing right now.
Caleb feels drowsy soon after from how comfortable he is in his current position. He's practically face planting in your belly, trying to fight against slumber to no avail.
"Puppy, Puppy..." You lightly tap his arms to wake him up. "You're gonna suffocate if you sleep like that." You giggle.
"Mmhmm...best way to die." He mumbles sleepily against your clothed abdomen.
"Noooo, I want you alive." You stroke his soft hair before trying to pull him up on the sofa for a better position. "You can lay-Puppy!"
Caleb practically bulldozes you to fall on your back as he drapes himself over you. This time, he faceplants straight on your chest and dozes off almost immediately. He must be super tired from the morning drills so you decide to let him sleep while you continue your readings.
You remain that way until he wakes up about two hours later. Somewhere along the way, you have also fallen asleep, your manga was left open face down on the back of Caleb's head.
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Moment 2
"Baby...I'm sorry...I'm okay, nothing happened to me...."
You say nothing, only sniffling while remaining looking away from him. You were waiting for him during lunch time because he promised to join you for lunch. When he didn't show up, you got worried and texted him but he didn't reply which was odd. Unless he was on a flight or asleep, he almost always replies to you immediately. He didn't answer your calls too so you reached out to his friend, Gideon, who dropped the news that they lost contact with Caleb an hour ago. Supposedly, it's a routine flight drill but he cut the comm after muttering 'Oh shit' and they haven't heard from him since.
You cried. Of course you did. You thought of the worst...
Then, he rushes over to you about half an hour later, disheveled but otherwise fine. As it turned out, he nearly hit a cliff when he flew too low and forgot to turn his comm back on because he focused on returning to the base as soon as possible.
You're still too upset though. You thought he died! He's so ingrained in your life that the thought of living without him is hell on Earth!
"Baby, I'm sorry...please don't turn away from me...look at me please..." Caleb hates it when you're mad at him. Hates it when you don't want to look at him. It doesn't happen often. Almost never even. Hence, when it does, it squeezes his heart so much that he can't breathe.
Caleb is on his knees, head rests on your hands which are in his firm grasp, while you're seated on the bench.
"Baby, please...tell me how to fix this. Anything. Just don't shut me out..."
His pleading voice finally breaks through your resolve as you turn to him. You can see the immense relief in his guilt riddled violet orbs, which in turn causes you to feel guilty as well.
"Don't...don't do that again...you scared me...I thought you were dead..." You finally say. Your soft, sweet voice trembles but still firm enough to let him know you're mad.
"I won't, Baby. I won't. I'm really sorry...so sorry..." Caleb kisses your hands multiple times as if each kiss will repent for scaring you. Then, he pecks your damp cheek a few times. "I'll make it up for you, Baby. Tell me what you want. Anything."
"Stay over at my place." You demand, pouting. "And cook for me."
"Baby, that's hardly a demand but of course." Caleb chuckles. You're so freaking adorable.
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Moment 3
"Puppy, why are you so mean??" You huff, squeezing his face in your hands.
"Becaaauseee you're mine." Caleb grins as if he's in heaven at the moment. He is whenever you're with him. You're simply so loveable and sweet!
"Well, I'm already yours so no need to be mean to them." You pout.
"Well, yes, but clearly...they didn't get the memo."
"Geez, so possessive." You giggle as he nuzzles his nose against yours.
"I have to protect my little bunny because she's so adorable she attracts other men." Caleb reprimands you playfully.
"My Puppy is my hero~" You coo, pecking his lips.
"F*cking hell...you two are disgusting." Gideon sighs in exasperation, rolling his eyes.
Anyone can practically see the floating hearts around both of you with how disgustingly sweet you two are.
hiii. idk if u do requests but i just want to give a few ideas for zayne's bunny. imagine if there was this one day nonmc was jealous when she met mc while mc had her check up appointment with zayne. but zayne reassured her. maybe slightly angst but as usual, flufffffff hehehe
Ellooo, I don't do requests for now but your idea is so cute so I might write it 🤭
