can u do.. uh........ yandere dia + yandere barb where they uh,,,,, kidnap us and just tells "it's for ur own good" shit and it just makes me so mad and plz have happy ending where we successfully escaped I love u plz take care for me
yandere diavolo + barbatos kidnap you
gn!reader, 3k words, sfw, tw: dr/gging, kidnapping + cw: food
i love u i will always take care of u my darling plus this rly is not my best work at all LMFAOFOALMo it feel sweird for me bc im not usually this reader focused!
Your time at Devildom wasn't the worst; sure you got your life threatened here and there and you actually died at one point, but you made a lot of memories, and strong bonds. You were going to miss the room you've made yourself at the House of Lamentation.
You sigh, the cold winter air of the realm nipping at your skin. You were bound to leave for the human realm soon, in a day or so, and you had decided to take the time out of your day after RAD to observe the scenery you were sure you were never going to see again.
You check the time on your D.D.D, and it's just before dinner. You were sure the brothers would be heartbroken if you dare miss your last dinner with them... It should be time to head back. You take one last look at the area around you.
You go to stand, your knees and back aching, but you pause when you see the familiar demon butler standing near. He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Hello," he says plainly, "Do forgive me."
You open your mouth to question him, but he's standing in front of you, quickly and suddenly. You pull your body straight, and you blink once, twice, and your words caught in your throat. Something is wrong, you know it- you can feel it. Alarms bells are ringing in your head and your feet seem to be frozen into the ground.
"F-For what?" you mumble, avoiding his prying eyes and cursing yourself for the stammer in your voice.
Barbatos sighs and shakes his head. "It seems I've stained my handkerchief," he blatantly ignores your question. "Tell me, could you tell me what it looks like? I'm afraid I'm unsure."
His gloved hand held a plain white handkerchief. You eyed it cautiously- why did it look wet? And why did he need your help to identify a random stain...? It didn't even look like there was a stain on it. He was the perfect butler- surely he would be capable enough to-
You whimper when you feel his free hand grip the back of your head, pushing your face into the cloth. You struggle, pushing and wriggling- the stench from the handkerchief was so strong, it brought tears to your eyes.
Your senses were getting weaker, your panic getting wilder- but as much as your struggled, begged and prayed - your body betrayed you. Your knees felt weak, your arms felt limp and your head was so dizzy it felt like you were going in circles. You can feel your body collapse against his, and he holds you up with ease.
"Do forgive me," he repeats. It's the last thing you hear. "I assure you, it's for your own good."
You're groggy when you awake, and your head is pounding. Every joint in your body seems to be aching, and your vision is blurry, but you can just barely make out who's standing in front of you due to the shades of red.
"Ah, you're awake!" Diavolo says joyously, with that stupid smile on his face. He's sitting at the foot of the bed you're lying on. "Are you feeling better?"
"W-W.... What?" You can't help but stammer, blinking rapidly to try and clear your vision. You're in a room that looks identical to yours in the House of Lamentation, but something was... wrong. It was like everything was mirrored.
"As I expected, you're confused," Diavolo grins. "I wouldn't worry too much, it's for your own good."
For your own good... What's for your own good? Being knocked out and taken to a room that isn't your room? You can feel the frustration and anger bubble within you.
"Barbatos will take care of you," he continues, ignoring the way your mouth opened to demand answers, "and I'll come visit here and there. But we can't have our human representative leaving Devildom so soon, not when we still have so much work to do."
Your eyes focus on the green haired butler you had just noticed - he stands at your bedroom door with that smile he always has. He looks amused at your predicament. You just want to go home.
Home where? Your home in the human realm? Or the House of Lamentation?
Diavolo speaks some more and takes his leave but you're so delirious and downright mad you zone it out. You rest your head on the pillows and you know it's not your room because your pillows doesn't have the scent of Mammon's shampoo...
You sit up, but your movement is limited. You hear the clanging of... chains? You look down in a panic, your wrists decorated with iron bracelets. As old as they look, you knew no matter how much struggling you did it wouldn't matter.
You're ready to cry out of frustration... How could they do this to you? You didn't do anything to deserve this. You had already came to the Devildom a year ago against your will and now this? Your life had been threatened more times than you can count and now this? Confined in the Demon Lord's Castle?
What would the brothers think? Would they come save you? Surely, they would've noticed how long you've been gone... You didn't even say goodbye- they must know something was wrong!
You focus and focus and try your hardest to summon someone- anyone, but it's futile. Your pact marks don't even glow like they do when you call to them. It's like a light that's blown it's bulb out.
"Beg my pardon, but you're wasting your energy," Barbatos voice rings throughout the room. "This room is specifically designed to nullify all types of magic."
When had he entered...? You try to ignore the ice cold chill that slithers down your spine and you glare. You're not stupid enough to try and piss of a demon. You keep your sharp tongue to yourself, simply choosing to ignore him.
Just how are you meant to get out of this?
He lets out a chuckle at your silence, walking forward and stopping at the side of your bed. He holds a metal tray in one hand- and the food smells absolutely delicious.
"It's dinner time," Barbatos explains, and sits near your legs. You purposefully pull them to your chest. He places the tray on the bed. "Shall I pour you some tea?"
"Why? So you can drug me again?" rolls out of your mouth instinctively, and your previous promise to ignore him long forgotten.
Another chuckle rips through him. "My, my, aren't you feisty?" he teases. "Rest assured, it's just tea."
He pours you some anyway, and you're not sure how you're meant to drink it seeing as your chained up, but he brings the warm cup to your lips and the liquid burns your tongue, but it soothes your throat in all the right places.
He picks up the spoon from the bowl of soup on the tray, a hand kept under your jaw in case there's any spillage. "Say 'ahh'," he says, and that gleam in his eyes is starting to piss you off.
Freak. He was enjoying this...
"This is so stupid," you scowl, "Just unchain me so I can feed myself."
"Apologies, but I'm afraid I can't do that," he responds, shoving the spoon into your mouth. "The Young Lord orders so."
You're half tempted to spit the soup back onto his face, half tempted to beg him to let you go... But it was Barbatos. Anything Diavolo orders goes. Your stomach twists and turns with dread and hunger- and the food he brought does look appetizing. You swallow reluctantly, not backing down from the eye contact.
He said it was dinner time, didn't he? And he had taken you at dinner time... Had that meant you had spent a whole day unconscious?
Your heart breaks. The brothers must think you've went back home- and there's no way they would ever come looking for you... You choke back the tears. You've never felt so absolutely helpless.
Barbatos continues to feed you. "Is it to your liking? I can get you something else, if you prefer."
God, it's not fair. How can he just kidnap you and still act normal with you?! How can he still look at you with those teasing eyes, that taunting smile and those polite words tumbling from his mouth? You hate it. You feel so betrayed.
"Let me go," you plead. "I just want to go home."
He frowns, but he doesn't look upset. "You know I can't do that." He digs into his pocket and brings out a napkin - you resist the urge to shiver - and dabs your mouth with it before he stands. "Has everything been to your satisfaction?"
You respond with tight lipped silence.
He smiles coyly. "I shall return the Young Master. Please, rest. You never know when you may need it. And I must say... I think I prefer you like this."
He takes his exit and you're left by yourself, fuming. What a bastard. Had his punctual and kind personality he had shown you all been a façade?
You sigh in defeat and curl into yourself. At least your throat wasn't dry anymore, and your stomach wasn't empty. How long were you meant to be stuck here? What even was their plan to do with you? Dread pooled in your stomach and you dared not to think of it.
Your days spent confined merged together. You had no idea how long you had been chained up, and Barbatos came and fed you breakfast, lunch and dinner. He also offered to bathe you, but you settled to cleaning yourself in the large, expensive bathroom suite while he faced around with his back turned. It unnerved that he stood outside the bathroom door whenever you had to go, too... You felt like a caged animal.
Diavolo made his appearances here and there, but he was always busy. He seemed amused whenever he mentioned the brothers, knowing it would irritate you and make you feel so helpless - or maybe it was unknowing? He did seem apologetic whenever you voiced your hurt.
"I have good news," Diavolo says, barging into your room as always. He held a key in his hand, and you didn't get hopeful. "Barbatos had said how well behaved you were- why not reward you with some freedom?"
"What?" you gasp, and your stomach does flips.
He reaches over to unlock the left chain. You can feel his breath on your ear, and it makes your heart race. "Make no mistake," his voice seems darker, "You cannot leave."
He unlocks the right chain, and your arm falls free.
It was as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on your head. You gulp and avoid his eyes, rubbing your aching wrists. You could feel the way he stared at you, as testing to see if you would make a run for it and he smiled - almost in relief.
"Now, let's go back to my room, shall we?" He extends a hand - one that you used to think was kind and promising, and you reluctantly take it. It completely engulfs yours.
You think back about how your heart used to flutter and your cheeks used to burn whenever he held your hand or dragged you places. Now you're completely faced with stone, cold hatred.
The walk to the Demon Prince's chambers is long and tedious - or so it felt. The little D's who exclaim your name in excitement and greet you with pure innocence makes you sick to your stomach. Your hand, encased by Diavolo's, feels like it's ablaze.
Diavolo holds the door open for you like he always does, and sits at his chair, a pristine wooden desk in front of him. Papers litter the wood and a desk lamp sits in the corner, turned off. A white plate sits in the centre, the familiar strawberry shortcake you knew was Barbatos' speciality.
You take a seat in front of his desk, the cushion velvet and plush. You feel like if you sit any further back you'll drown in it.
He smiles brightly, pushing the plate towards you. "Barbatos says he's been feeding you," Diavolo says. "It sounds quite fun."
He doesn't want to feed you, you realise. He wants you to feed him. You grit your teeth together- how spoiled could this prince be? You sigh through your nose, picking up the metal fork and slice off a piece of the cake. You had half the mind to cut a piece off that was too big to be a mouthful... but he'd devour it anyway, you realise.
The cake does look good. Barbatos did make it, after all.
Your hand shakes as you place the fork in Diavolo's awaiting mouth. He eats it looking content. You forget how childish the Young Prince could be, but you quickly shake those thoughts away, knowing how cruel he can be, too.
"It's delicious, as expected from Barbatos." He sighs happily. "How fun. We should do this again sometime."
You feed him another piece, and another, just to shut him up. You don't fall into his conversation, letting him blether away to himself. You can tell he's amused by your resistance, by your silence, but he chooses not to comment on it.
The cake is almost half gone by the time you snap out of it, Diavolo's hand taking the fork out of yours after you cut another piece of cake. He flips it towards you, almost expectantly, and you hesitantly open your mouth.
Goddamn Barbatos for being so good at baking. It was absolutely delicious and you hate him for it.
"How is it?" Diavolo asks, cheerfully.
You lick the cream off of your lips. "Fine," you respond curtly. "It's fine."
He didn't even make it. Why is this nitwit so happy? You try not to sigh.
He feeds you until the plate is empty, and he stands from his desk. You must admit - being out of that damned room was like a breath of fresh air and now you dread going back to it.
"Shall I walk you back to your room?" Diavolo asks, but you know no matter your answer he'll do what he wants. You don't even bother responding, simply standing from the plush chair. He places a hand on the small of your back to guide you out his office and into the castle's hallway.
The little D's bid you goodnight, and you hadn't realised how much time had passed. He opens the door to your room, letting you walk in first. He smiles at you, directly at you and follows in.
"Was this your plan all along?" you ask, spitefully. You clench your fists. "To bring me here and keep me here forever?"
Diavolo lets out a hearty laugh. "You're quite bold, aren't you? You're here because I still need you here. You still have work to do."
"If you had just asked me to stay I would have!" you exclaim. "What's the point of doing this? Keeping me here?!"
He shakes his head. "I thought we were having fun. I guess I expected too much from you, but I assure you," he says your name, "it's for your own good if you do not make me mad."
You shut yourself up, throwing yourself onto the bed in your prison. Diavolo bids you goodnight, flips the light off and leaves. You have nothing to do but sleep. You feel like you're dying of boredom and fear.
You're used to awaking to Barbatos bringing you breakfast... but today was nothing. Perhaps you woke up before he came to your room? It's not like you had a way to tell the time. Your room had a severe lack of windows, and your D.D.D had been long forgotten.
Your wrists remain unbound. You rub your eyes and sit up, kicking your legs over the side of the bed. You make your way over to the closed door. You suck in a breath as your hand shakes, the coldness of the doorknob shooting up your skin. You're half preparing yourself to open the door to Diavolo and Barbatos, but the hallway is empty.
You take a tentative step out the room, mind ablaze with what ifs. Where could they be? Why aren't they here? Are they waiting for you to escape and-... you don't want to think about it. You couldn't let this chance get away from you. You could almost taste the freedom on your tongue.
You sprinted to the castle's entranceway, but you stopped dead in your tracks at a piece of white paper taped to the wooden door.
'Do not forget, I can see into the future.'
Written in perfect calligraphy. Of course it was Barbatos.
The note had stricken a fierce sense of dread in your stomach, but you step forward, a hand ready to open the door, but you freeze. You could hear Diavolo's laughter on the other end. He wasn't right outside the door, but it was close, getting nearer.
Your time was limited. You couldn't get caught now - you had no idea what else they would do if they found you like this.
You race back up the stairs, and back to your room, but you dare not enter. The thoughts that run through your mind start to give you a headache, and you need to act fast.
You slink into the bathroom across from your room, hearing footsteps echo up the stairs and start to go down the hallway. You can tell it's Diavolo. Barbatos walks so silently, it's scary... You hastily lock the door with shaking hands. You have no doubts about it that he's approaching your room, too.
You take a breath, and another. You stare at the gigantic window in front of you and decide its now or never. Would you ever get this chance again? You unlock it, opening it wide enough and pushing yourself up onto the ledge.
You stare down at the garden in front of you. There's plants and bushes to break your fall... The footsteps walk right passed the bathroom, and you realise you have no time to waste before they see you're gone, and Diavolo orders Barbatos to use his powers.
You breathe in, and out. In and out. You can do this.
You push yourself off the bathroom window ledge, and fall.
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