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(Yandere!Basilio Magnus, Fidelio Magnus, & Louis Guiabern X Reader)
Hello everyone. Guess who has a big girl full time job now! It’s meeee 🙂↕️. I also obviously got very very into Metaphor ReFantazio recently, and some extremely kind and lovely comments on my older work gave me the motivation to give the old fanfic muscles a workout, and I’m pretty happy with what I made! It seems like yandere is very niche within the Metaphor fandom, so I don’t expect this to reach/appeal to very many people, but I’m still happy I created it for myself at the end of the day :).
Hope you enjoy reading!
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Basilio’s purring rolled through you like thunder, his head resting in the crook of your shoulder sending the vibrations straight into your skull. He was wrapped around you like vines on a tree, one leg swept over yours with his tail swishing softly across your lap.
For all his musculature, he was surprisingly soft and comfortable to cuddle with when relaxed, and under any other circumstances you would have enjoyed it immensely.
He just had to get all cuddly on the one night you could escape.
The setting couldn’t have been more perfect - the Charadrius was moored in Port Brilehaven, and a dark storm had rolled in deep, leaving the night completely starless. You listened helplessly to the sound of pattering rain and thought about how it could have obscured the sound of your footsteps, how it might have been the perfect excuse to stoop into a random shop and hide until the inevitable search party blew over.
Even if you had the strength or agility to squirm out of Basilio’s grip, preferably without waking him, you couldn’t even begin to try until the other problem in the room made his move.
Fidelio was sitting at a small writing desk in the corner of the brother’s personal barracks, though you could only hear the sound of him shuffling papers around without any scratching of his pen. He hadn’t even changed out of his day clothes, which was odd even for someone as businesslike as him.
In fact, the more you thought about it, the more details about today seemed odd.
First thing in the morning, Louis had given his troops the Idlesday off, then invited you to accompany him around the city.
When you at first gently declined the offer, he made an odd comment about how “it was such a lovely city to escape into”. His smile looked the same as it ever did, but the way he looked you dead in the eye made a shiver run up your spine.
Then, when you stepped out to do a bit of personal shopping yourself, Fidelio had followed you through the streets far more openly than usual. You were normally loosely aware of him lurking in alleys nearby, but today he’d practically been attached to your hip.
Once you’d gotten back, Basilio all but leapt onto you, complaining of a stomachache. It was unlike him to reveal his pain at all, even when he came to you asking for alento herbs to deal with the lingering effects of the igniter experiments, there was always a brave face between you.
You gave him a painkilling elixir, but it didn’t seem to help, and as the evening rolled on he practically begged you to let him cuddle you so he could sleep.
It was all quite weird.
“Can’t sleep?”
Fidelio’s lilting voice cut through the darkness, and the suddenness of it made you gasp sharply.
“Got too many thoughts running through your ‘ead, eh?”
There was the sound of the chair squeaking slightly as he shifted, presumably turning to face you although you kept your eyes tightly shut. It was childish, but maybe if you kept us the facade of sleeping for long enough he’d just give up and go the hell to bed.
“‘S understandable, with the storm and all. Hard to sleep when it would be so easy for someone to be sneakin’ around, causin’ problems.” You stubbornly refuse to respond as he waited a few moments before continuing, “I’m probably not gonna get any sleep tonight. With Bas all knocked out someone’s gotta keep an eye on you. There’d be a lotta blood on our ‘ands if someone dangerous found you defenceless, y’know.”
He was speaking in that low, patient drawl he used when he needed to make an impression. His physique meant a more mindful reputation served him better against enemies.
Beside you, Basilio groaned and buried his face even deeper into the crook of your neck, shifting his grip around your shoulders and waist to pull you closer. The new position was a risky one for your escape, his grasp was looser but there was now more chance of waking him if moved too much.
Before Fidelio had a chance to keep badgering you, there was a single sharp knock at the door, and the distinct elegant sound of Louis’ voice from the other side. Being far from the door you couldn’t make out what was said, but it seemed to catch Fidelio’s attention, as he stood and walked to open the door quite quickly.
Weird. Normally he’d respond from within first, just to be sure.
The two whispered quietly to each other in the doorway, weird, before Fidelio stepped out, shutting the door behind him and seemingly following Louis to wherever he was needed.
This might be your only chance to escape, so you began to carefully squirm out of Basilio’s grip. As he lost the weight of you in his arms, and the warmth of you beneath him, he whined softly and his ears twitched back in frustration, but importantly he didn’t wake up.
Padding over to the door, you threw your coat and shoes on, looking a little odd as you were still in sleep clothes, but there was no time to change properly. You’d been subtly collecting things in this coat’s pockets for a few months now, in lieu of any kind of bag you would need to hide and grab on the day of your escape.
You tapped the pockets as you mentally planned out what you had, a decent amount of reeve as well as a small folding knife, some herbs you intended to plant to try and throw them off your scent in case they went that far to track you, and finally a small, secretive flame igniter that had been silently weighing down your pocket for months.
Slowly opening the door revealed a softly lit hallway. The vast majority of the troops were still out, enjoying their random Idlesday off and likely wouldn’t be back until morning. Perfect. Weird, but perfect.
You all but ran out into the hall, hustling towards the nearest exit as quickly as possible. You hadn’t been able to tell which way Fidelio and Louis had gone, but getting caught out of their room at all, let alone in your current state, would have been far more suspicious than you could ever explain away.
Better to just rush to the exit and worry about subtlety once you had the space.
With the rain plummeting down and your blood rushing through your ears, it would be beat impossible to hear them coming if you tried to listen for their footsteps approaching.
Rushing through the empty halls towards the exit, things were eerily quiet without the usual security. You shuddered and pulled the coat tighter around your body, protecting yourself from invisible prying eyes.
As soon as the door entered your sight you sprinted up to it and slammed your hand into the release button that was supposed to open the door without a key. From the inside, there weren’t supposed to be any security measures since the only threats worth worrying about were from the outside.
But the door didn’t open. Didn’t budge an inch, in fact.
You began pressing the button over and over again, quietly begging that the first press was a fluke.
“Oh, come on…”
The quiet whisper of anxiety echoed out in the entrance hall, hidden under a roll of thunder.
“Y’a’right there, pup?”
Scarce few meters away, Fidelio leaned against a wall that had previously obscured him from your line of sight. His arms were crossed and one eyebrow arched, looking thoroughly unimpressed if not for the mischievous smirk on his face.
Thorny vines of anxiety sprouted from the ground and rooted you down. You could do little more than stare at him with wide eyes as he pushed off the wall and slowly approached.
“What’re you doin’, tryin’ t’ get outside in this weather?” He asked with faux innocence, closing in on you with every step, “Almost looks like you were tryin’ somethin’ dumb.”
His smirk fell away on his final word, replaced with a scowl as he began reaching out to grab your arm. The surge of fear in the moment finally shook the ice from your veins and you span hard on your heel, running as fast as you could down the nearest hallway.
There was no other exit from this ship, but that didn’t matter when you knew that this was likely the best shot you’d ever get, and getting caught now might be the death of freedom for the rest of your life.
For now, your best option was to make as much distance as possible and find a room to hide in. You made a few wild turns around random corners, getting completely lost in the labyrinthine warship in the hopes of also losing your pursuers.
An ajar door caught your eye, the complete darkness beyond it convincing you it was the safest option you’d get. Throwing yourself inside, you slam the door shut behind yourself and immediately fumble in the darkness for a lock.
Strangely there wasn’t one, so you instead turned and pressed your back against the door. You reach into your pocket for the flame igniter and flick it on to get your bearings in the dark room.
It seemed to be a small… guest room? You had never seen such a thing in the time you’d been living on the ship, and it seemed unusually nice for a simple spare room.
Taking in your surroundings as footsteps seemed to hurry around outside, a chill like death slowly but surely crept down your spine.
An especially soft, large bed in one corner, with bedsheets already made in your favourite colour. Weird. The way Louis had all but gone out of his way to empty the Charadrius before a worrisome storm. Weird.
A writing desk in another corner, lined with books you recognised and fine ink and paper already laid out. Weird. Fidelio’s insistence on not letting you out of his sights for a second today. Weird.
A strange metal ring welded upright into the centre of the floor, the kind you’d previously seen in the cargo bay for securing ropes within. Weird. Basilio’s stomachache and especially cuddly behaviour. Weird.
The strange feeling of shapes in the door against your back, one at the back of your head and one with a small shelf pressing against your hips. Weird.
“Did you have fun running around like a beast out there, my dear?” Louis’ voice rang through the metal door, a smug smile audible in his voice, “Get it all out of your system? I certainly hope you have.”
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