Platonic Yandere Villain Couple x Spy reader
TW: Violence, Amnesia (I'm not a doctor, so it may be inaccurate), infidelity, Kidnapping, Torture mentioned.
Spy Reader: You have been raised by the system since you were four. Found abandoned in an orphanage after your parents had tragically died in a freak accident. A robber entered your home and shot them both, leaving you alive only because your mother had shoved you beneath the creaking frame of the bed when she heard the break-in. You were only four years old and already a tiny dirt-face child among dozens of others. The system had placed you in a random home where no one really knew your name or what had happened to you. Simply another orphan in need of a home, but there was something in that face, raw, untapped, that the scout saw in you. Potential. So, you were picked from the crowd and began vigorous training to be a secret agent of the ‘Grey Division’, helping to maintain the delicate balance of society.
Spy Reader: You grew fast- physically but more so mentally. You learned how to remain perfectly calm in almost any situation- you never cracked, not when explosions or gunfire rattled the inside of your brain. You’re emotionally suppressed, sometimes refusing to let a single tear roll down your face even if you fail a mock mission, or when your superior screams at you, or when you think about your parents and that awful night. You become emotionally cut off; your mentor told you emotions mean weakness and weakness means death at the hands of a threat- you don’t mind, though; it’s easier to suppress the memories.
Spy Reader: As you grew, you developed a personality of your own, but it was still curated by your training. You were a gentleman, charming people with an easy smile. You flirted with ladies and, if the situation called for it, men too. You’ve attended exclusive balls, rubbed elbows with some of the most powerful in the world and moved through high society as if you were born there. You would give anything for your country. For the Grey Division. Secret formula? Done. Poison? Neatly packaged and delivered to the laboratory. Blueprints for a mind-control ray? On your boss's desk by the afternoon. You’re a little bit of a workaholic, pushing yourself and your body to the limits day after day. You desperately need a vacation, but that can wait for retirement. The validation you are given is the best thing in the world; you live for the rush of endorphins you get, for being told you were good enough.
Platonic Yandere Villain couple: They are the power couple of the criminal world. Falling in love with each other over the mutual passion for villainy, building an empire through dealings in weapons, drugs and, of course, waste management if you knew what they meant. They were amongst the most powerful people of the crime world. With a single snap of their fingers, you could be dead by morning. Yet, for some reason, they can’t ever catch you.
Platonic Yandere Villain couple: They can’t have any children of their own. Believe them, they have tried. Years of expensive IVF treatments never worked and only ended in disappointment. Eventually, they turned to adoption but were denied it, citing their “waste management” jobs as ‘unstable’. Slowly, painfully, they accepted the reality and realised it wasn’t in their future to have a family; it killed them both on the inside, and they didn’t want to just kidnap a child since that would be unethical; they were villains- not monsters.
Spy Reader: You have tried to defeat the Villain couple time and time again, but you are always just a little short of finally capturing them. You’ve been tied to chairs, thrown out of helicopters, drowned, and had poison pumped into your veins. And yet, somehow, you always evade their grasp. You were as slick as an eel, and it drove the villain couple up the wall; you always got away from them and then turned up again ready for the next dance- they chose the ballroom, and you waltzed.
Platonic Yandere Villain couple: After a long day, they return to their quiet suburban home. A white picket fence, eggshell-blue clapboard, a perfectly ordinary house. It was a safe house, tucked away from the dangers of the big city and hidden amongst the masses of suburban families. It was a far cry from their penthouse and private apartment complexes. For Villain's mother, it was more than just a safe house. It was the closest thing she had to the family and domestic dream she could get- inside, at the very back of the house sat a completed nursery. A room once meant for a bundle of joy, but that child had never arrived, so now it sat untouched and gathering dust. They had considered turning it into an office or perhaps another bedroom, but couldn’t bring themselves to do it; built with so much love and care, but now it simply sat there, rotting away with the dream that had been forced to be abandoned.
Spy Reader: You have heard about this safe house. trying multiple times to find it but had never been able to locate it. There were no cameras nearby. Nor any suspicious activity in any neighbourhoods. Nothing would ever suggest that the villain couple even had a property in the area. You were becoming frustrated. One evening, after too much to drink, you finally snapped and threw something across the room. Yelling, because you couldn’t figure out what they were doing, and the higher-ups were beginning to question your abilities as a spy.
Spy Reader: Then, one day, you receive an invitation. Slipping through your letterbox. You pick up the thick white envelope, noticing the expensive card stock and gold writing. Opening it, you read the letter from top to bottom: a masquerade ball. You raise an eyebrow in suspicion, instantly recognising the handwriting- of course it was them; they always had a flair for the dramatics. Still, you decided to humour them; perhaps it could be your chance to end this once and for all. So, the following week you dress in your finest suit, adjust the fox-shaped mask and make your way to the party. Slipping effortlessly through the crowd, you grab a bubbling flute of champagne from a nearby waiter and wait.
Spy Reader: You move through the grand hall like liquid. Slipping through the crowds, you talk, flirt, and watch. You eyed up every guest to see if they knew anything useful for you to use. Spying the guards in the corners of the room and by every entrance, all equipped with a gun, taser and bullets filled with poison, you sigh and move through the crowds until you're stood in the middle of the room, lights highlighting the beads of sweat on your skin. Something was wrong.
Platonic Yandere Villain couple: They stand at the top of the grand staircase. Dressed in their finest clothes and expensive jewellery, they looked every inch the powerful couple they were. Then they spotted you through the crowds. Of course you would take the bait- so predictable. The villain's father grabs a microphone and speaks into it, his deep voice rumbling across the room. He thanked everyone for attending their little celebration and announced that there would be an auction featuring some of the incredible technologies they had been developing. He paused before his eyes landed directly on you, “Agent Y/N”, he paused, thank you for attending”. Almost immediately, the room changed, and weapons appeared from under jackets, purses- guns raised and blades flashed. Everyone's weapon was pointed towards you.
Spy Reader: Suddenly, you were standing in the middle of this party, surrounded. There was no way this wasn’t going to happen in the middle of the party. So, you sigh, straighten your tie and throw off your mask, watching it hit someone in the face with a small yelp and a “OW!” You immediately move. One guard lunges towards you, so you side- kick him square in the chest. Someone grabs you; you catch him and grab his neck, throwing him onto the ground. You run as fast as your legs can carry you- sprinting towards the double doors leading onto the balcony and throwing yourself from the ledge, soaring through the air like a bird. Someone shoots, and it misses you by an inch.
Platonic Yandere Villain couple: They step back slightly as they watch you leap from the balcony. But they knew you; they knew you wouldn’t throw yourself to death. So, Villain father speaks through the earpiece to the head bodyguard, “Send a team downstairs; make sure he’s dead”. The head bodyguard nods and takes a team to the lower levels to search for your body; if you were alive…you would probably wish the fall had killed you.
Spy Reader: You fall. 140 metres. The ground rushes towards you as the wind blows through your hair and smacks you in the face. You hit the deep pond below the balcony with a deafening splash, your body plunging beneath the surface, and your body sinks rapidly. You strike your head on something hard, which sends violent pains through your skull. Everything begins to blur around the edges of your vision; your consciousness begins to fade as you sink further and further. Until, suddenly, you are pulled from the water by your collar, barely hearing the voice above you, “We’ve got him”, before slipping into unconsciousness.
Platonic Yandere Villain couple: They hear the news that you have been captured. The announcement is made to the entire room as guests cheer and the music resumes. They continue as though nothing happened, as if you were a bug that's finally been squished. Meanwhile, you are being held underneath the ballroom floor. Villain Mother announces to her husband that she will deal with you herself, kissing her husband on the cheek and allowing him to return to the auction.
Platonic Yandere Villain couple: Villain mother makes her way down to the basement, heels clicking against stone floors as she enters the room. You are tied to a chair, wrists bound behind your back. Head swimming as you dip in and out of consciousness. She smiles at the guards “Leave us,” she instructs, watching as they obey immediately, filing out of the room in an organised manner. Her eyes wander over to the collection of torture tools; she reaches for the crowbar, feeling the heavy metal in her hand as a smirk spreads across her face. You were going to suffer, she raises the crowbar above her head, prepared to swing it down-
Spy Reader: You look at her through half-bleary eyes. Vision distorted, and head pounding as you see the silhouette before you. For a brief moment, you see your own mother. The tiny child that had sat inside your chest for so long stirred. “Mommy?” Villain Mother stops, her arm freezing just inches from your head. You blink slowly and smile slightly “Mommy?” You repeat, slight desperation in your voice, though it hurt to talk
Platonic Yandere Villain couple: Villain Mother stops. The crowbar is still raised above her head for a fraction of a second before she slowly drops her arm to her side “What?” She asks, voice barely above a whisper. You raise your head to her, one eye already blackened from the rough punch the guard gave you to make sure you stayed asleep. Wet hair clung to your forehead, and you looked utterly exhausted. “Mommy? Is that you?” you ask again, voice small. The crowbar slips from her hands and onto the floor with a loud metallic clang. She stares at you in utter disbelief; she knew this could be a trick. You were a spy after all, one of the best, but something in her chest twisted. You seemed so small, confused like a lamb that had wandered into a wolf's den.
Spy Reader: You stare at her, slowly. You try the ropes around your wrist; they hurt. You were wet. cold. You didn’t understand where you were or why your mother wasn’t holding you. Have you done something wrong? Was she sad? You wanted to be held; you would be good if you had been bad…please…please you wanted to be held. “Mommy?” You tried again, desperation in your voice more heavily. “Please mommy, I…I’m scared” A tear slipped down your face- she was so close yet so far “M…m-”, you started again but were cut off by a hand on your cheek; you snuggled into the warm, instinctively nuzzling her palm.
Platonic Yandere Villain couple: Villain mother can’t help it; the maternal instincts inside her scream at her to untie you. To wrap you up. Hold you and rock you until you feel safe. You seem so desperate; so vulnerable. She knew you had lost your parents from the files she had read on you- losing your parents so young. She also knew you had hit your head on the way down, so she was confused. Perhaps you couldn’t remember who you were. Maybe… maybe the torture could wait; she could work with this.
Platonic Yandere Villain couple: Villain father is standing and talking in the middle of the ballroom, speaking with clients who congratulate him on your defeat, when his earpiece crackles. His wife’s voice comes through, but it sounds…different, not giddy from bloodshed but soft and warm. “Come downstairs”. He frowns and checks his watch “Now?” He asks, and he hears his wife sigh “Yes,” she replies. So, he politely excused himself from the crowd and makes his way towards the basement, muttering under his breath. He hoped his wife had already smashed your teeth in. Perhaps that's what she wanted to show him, but, again, he detected no bloodlust in her voice. Whatever it was, he hoped she had made you regret ever crossing them.
Platonic Yandere Villain couple: Villain father enters the cold basement and almost does a double-take. There you are, lying on the small cot that sits in the corner of the cell, dried and dressed in a towel. Your breath is slow and steady, not a single broken nose or bleeding cut other than the ones you already had, which had been patched up. Villain Mother stands over you, brushing her fingers through your hair. He stares before approaching his wife and asks, in utter disbelief, “What the HELL is this?” but Villain Mother shushes him and walks him away from you.
Platonic Yandere Villain couple: Villain Mother lowers her voice and whispers to her husband, “he’s completely defenceless” She glances at you and your sleeping form. “He doesn’t know who he is” Her expression softens as she licks her lips nervously from what she's about to ask: “he keeps calling me mommy”. She looks at you again and then smiles, grabbing her husband's hands “I just thought…if he’s forgotten who he is…we could raise them as our own” She hesitates, waiting for her husband's response.
Platonic Yandere Villain couple: Villain father stares at his wife, completely dumbfounded. He looks at you, then back at her. For a brief moment, he says nothing. Maybe this could be good, he thinks as he mulls it over. His wife’s desire to be a mother had been stronger than either of them; he had watched her mourn a family they could never have. Perhaps this was an opportunity; you didn’t know who you were, couldn’t remember your duty or that they hurt you. Perhaps, if you were lucky, you never would remember. So, he kisses his wife's cheek and smiles, “As you wish” The villain mother instantly squeals and jumps into her husband's arms, covering him in kisses “Oh darling”, she cries “, thank you!” She hurries back to your bedside. For the first time in years, that nursery room would have a purpose.
Spy Reader: You slowly wake up, eyes fluttering open as you look around the unfamiliar room. Two people stand in front of you. Something deep and instinctive tells you to run, fight and escape, but you ignore it. Instead, you control your breathing from the sudden shock. You stare at the two strangers, and you desperately search for any answers in your mind to what is happening, but…you find none. Your name, your past, anything but there was nothing. It was like trying to grab water between your fingers. You swallow as you say with a shaky breath, “Who am I?” before “where am I?” The woman smiles kindly and kneels down beside you as you grip the towel for comfort; she gently slips her hands over your cheeks and coos: " Oh, honey…” You lean into the warmth as she looks at you with tenderness you didn’t understand.
Hello, my apples, thank you for being so patient with me as I wrote this. It's been sitting in my docs for ages, and I hope you all enjoy- sorry for any spelling mistakes- 🍏
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