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Summary: Koji likes you, so he decides to take you home. Forever.
Warnings: Typical yandere stuff, but pretty tame imo. just some drugging and kidnapping with a side of getting tied up. Takes place in my yandere John Wick AU, which I describe more here, but it's pretty self explanatory I think, so you can just jump into this fic.
Notes: I've never written for him before and he's not in the movie for a very long time so I hope I was able to get his character right despite that!! No pronouns or y/n used for reader. No mention of Akira either, I wanted to keep the time line open except for the fact that it's taking place before the events of John Wick 4.
You wake up with a slight headache, but feeling very comfortable. Maybe the most comfortable you've ever been. You turn your face into your pillow.
Wait, why does it smell so different? That's not the detergent you use. And your bed has never been this comfortable.
You slowly crack open your eyes.
This is not your bed. And not your room.
How did you get here? Did you go home with someone? But you'd remember that, right? Or you'd at least remember starting to get blackout drunk, but you don't. In fact, you don't remember much of anything after leaving work. You said goodbye to your coworkers and then started making your way home, taking the same route as always, but you don't remember ever reaching your apartment. Did you never get back, or did you leave again after making it home?
You sit up, looking around a bit more. There must be something that looks familiar... Oh, there! That jacket! It looks like the one that guy you've been flirting with at work the past week was wearing, Koji. Did you go home with him? Wait, no, not home, he said he was staying at that fancy hotel near where you work, the Continental or something? That would make sense, this does kind of look like a hotel room, just not in the style you were expecting. And more lived in.
You did enjoy flirting with him this week, so it would also make sense for you to have gone with him, even if that isn't usually in character for you. It did help that you felt so incredibly flattered that he seemed interested in you (he even let you refer to him as Koji when everyone else you saw him talk to addressed him more formally), what with him being so beautiful, elegant and, apparently, rich. He did say that he was the manager of a similar hotel back in Japan. This room looks kind of like what you envisioned for that.
Whatever. Thinking is getting you absolutely nowhere near figuring out how you got here. There must be someone around here somewhere who you can ask, right? Or, if you're right about Koji being involved somehow, he should come back some time soon, right? Unless he's back in Japan already, after all he did say he'd be flying back today, and left you and his jacket behind without saying goodbye. You hope not. You don't want to have to awkwardly sneak out of this place with no memory of what happened tonight.
Where's your phone? That should give you some answers. If nothing else, you can turn on your gps and see where you are on google maps. Unfortunately, it's not on top either of the bedside tables, nor do you find it inside of the drawers. Ugh.
You climb out of bed, noticing you're still wearing your work clothes. That means you most likely didn't make it home, you'd have changed into something else otherwise.
But it also means you didn't hook up with anyone, you'd probably have gotten naked then. Probably for the best, as you'd prefer to remember something like that. And do it when you're not blackout drunk or whatever else caused you to forget everything. Maybe not alcohol, you don't feel hungover enough for that. But what else could it have been?
While you're carefully looking around the room for your phone, the door opens, and you flinch as if you're about to be caught doing something you're not supposed to be doing, which is absurd. You're allowed to be here! Probably. Maybe. At the very least it's not your fault you're in here, also probably.
The person who opened the door and entered the room is Koji. Thank fuck. While still not an ideal situation, he should at least know how you got here. And where "here" is.
"I see you're finally awake. Good. You must have questions." His calmness makes you relax a bit.
"Right. Um. Where am I? And how did I get here? I don't really... remember last night. At all." Kind of embarrassing to admit, but if you really were blackout drunk, he must already know, right? Even if you weirdly don't feel hungover...
"You're in my hotel in Osaka. I had to drug you to be able to transport you here, and for that I apologize," he says with a completely straight face. Weird, you didn't take him for someone who would joke about something like that. You're not amused. This situation is stressful enough and he has the nerve to fool around first?
"Sure... but no, really, where am I?" you ask again.
He doesn't respond immediately this time, first he walks past you and pushes open the curtains, gesturing outside: "If you won't believe me, take a look. I haven't lied to you yet, and I don't intend to start."
Beyond the window lies... well, definitely not the city you assumed you were still in. You can't confirm that it's Osaka, you've never been there before so you don't know what it looks like, but this does make what he just said sound a lot less like a joke. Your heart drops. This can't be happening. You must be misunderstanding something. Or you're still dreaming.
You turn away from the window, facing Koji again.
"You said you—" You swallow. Your voice sounds shakier than you want it to. "—you drugged me?"
He looks way too calm for this. "Yes. Again, I apologize," he says in that smooth voice of his that you used to find attractive, but now it's freaking you out.
You take a careful step backwards, away from him, which he unfortunately clocks immediately.
He puts up his hands placatingly. "I won't hurt you, I promise. You don't have to be afraid."
Unbelievable. You take another step back. "I don't have to be afraid? You drugged me and somehow managed to get me into a different country! I'm just supposed to be okay with that?" You manage to sound more angry than afraid this time, at least.
"You don't have to feel good about what happened, but you have nothing to fear. There is a set of rules I have to follow as the manager of a Continental hotel, and while those did allow me to bring you here, they also keep me from harming you. I wouldn't hurt you even if those rules weren't in place, of course, but I hope knowing this might calm you down." He takes a step forward, and your eyes flit over to the door nervously as you step back again, careful to avoid backing yourself into a corner. Maybe you could make it out? Just make a run for it?
"The hotel rules allowed you to kidnap me? What kind of fucking hotel is this?" It just doesn't make sense. None of this makes any fucking sense.
"Not just the hotel, but the organization the hotel belongs to. I will explain in more detail when you've calmed down, but for now all you need to know is that nobody in this hotel will help you escape. All of my employees have been informed of your presence here, and know you're not allowed to leave the premises unless I am by your side."
You've heard enough. He could easily be bluffing, and what better time to test that theory than right fucking now? It helps that your fight, flight or fawn instinct has firmly switched to flight.
So, panicking, you turn and run for the door, not looking behind you to see if Koji is following, reach for the door handle, manage to get the door open, and—
are immediately grabbed and then pushed back inside of the room by some tall, scary looking guy who has apparently been waiting for exactly this to happen. You make a strangled noise, spotting someone on the other side of the corridor outside of the room, but when you try to signal to them that you need help, they simply nod at the guy in the doorway and keep walking. Fuck. You turn back around and see that Koji didn't even take one step, knowing that there was no way you'd be able to get out.
He speaks up, as calm as always: "As I said, my employees have all been informed of your presence. Now, please, let's sit down and finish this conversation." He gestures at the two chairs at the table near where he's standing while the guy who has crushed your dreams of a quick escape closes the door.
Great. Fantastic. Every cell in your body is still screaming for you to run, but you just learned how futile that is. Choose your battles! Learn more about your predicament now, try to escape again later when you know more and you're calmer.
Koji waits until you begrudgingly sit down across from him at the table before he starts talking again.
"Let's lay down some ground rules."
"Rules? Are you fucking kidding me? You kidnap me and now I'm supposed to listen to you?"
He just keeps talking as if you said nothing: "As this was your first time, I'll let it slide, but if you try running away again I will tie you up in this room until I decide you can be trusted again. Understood?"
You resist pulling your legs up onto the seat and hugging your legs, you already feel enough like a child being chastised as it is. You don't nod or respond, but your silence seems to be enough of an answer for him.
"You will not leave this room without me, for now. When you have earned enough trust, the bodyguard stationed in front of the door will come with you when I am busy."
Two more things happen that freak you out that day. First, when you change your clothes because you've been wearing the same once since you'd been at work, you find that your closet here is filled with clothes from your apartment, meaning someone broke into your home and stole them. Koji even tells you that if you want anything else from your belongings, he will make sure it gets sent to you.
Second, for dinner, your favorite food is served, accompanied by your favorite drink, neither of which you told him about. So how did he find out? Stalking you in real life? Or online? Neither option sounds very good to you. You doubt it's just a coincidence.
The following days, weeks, and months, you learn more.
That first week, you try to escape one more time, mostly to figure out if he was bluffing about the tying-you-up thing. You get caught trying to climb out of the window (that, surprisingly for a hotel, is able to open completely), and end up with your hands tied in front of you and an ankle chained to the bed post. The chain is short enough that you can no longer reach any of the windows, nor the door. He wasn't bluffing, then. Interesting and unfortunate. When you try to escape next time, you'll need to be smarter about it. Maybe you'll get an opportunity if you build enough trust? Just running seems to be impossible, there's too many people working at this damn hotel, someone will always be around to see you.
You get untied after 48 hours for good behavior.
A week after that, you're allowed to go for a walk around the hotel gardens with a bodyguard for the first time. Unfortunately, he's not very talkative, only giving one word responses if he even bothers responding at all. It doesn't seem like you'll be making friends here any time soon. At least you can learn more about the place where you guess you'll be staying for the foreseeable future. You pay extra close attention to all possible exits, but you think you're being kept away from any doors that might directly lead to your freedom.
Unfortunately you learn that when going outside, you're not allowed to wear your own clothes, but have to wear something that is "befitting of the hotel managers companion", which isn't the most terrible thing, but still feels patronizing. Expensive fabric draping over you where you would usually have chosen something more comfortable and definitely a lot cheaper. And to add insult to injury, the colors of your clothes match whatever Koji is wearing that day. Probably so everyone can immediately tell who you are, and more importantly, who you belong to.
One day during your shared dinner, you ask Koji: "Why am I even here? What do you gain from it? Working all day, only to come back to someone who wants nothing to do with you?"
A slight smile plays on his lips. "I still enjoy your company. Plus, I know you'll come around. I saw how you looked at me before I brought you here, so we both know the underlying attraction is there. I can be patient."
"Well, prepare to wait until you're dead."
He smiles wider, slightly amused. "You have settled into your life here faster than expected. You've only tried to escape once, and that seemed rather half-hearted. Someone could start to think you want to stay here."
That's only because you're waiting for a good opportunity. Does he know and he's just making fun of you? You can't ask him that, obviously, but you'd also rather not respond in a way that makes it seem like you do want to stay here. That would be laying it on a bit too thick.
"Keep dreaming, old man."
You eventually tell Koji that you want everything from your apartment to be sent here. Everything. When you've been missing long enough, the landlord will clear out your apartment and rent it out again. You'd rather avoid having any of your stuff thrown away. Koji actually manages to get it all to Japan, somehow. What doesn't fit into your shared room is put in storage. It puts you at ease, to have some familiar items around you. Too much at ease. You have to keep reminding yourself that you're not here willingly, even though the space looks more and more like somewhere you'd live voluntarily.
You soon learn that the hotel belongs to some kind of secret hitman society, Koji keeps his promise about telling you about the organization in more detail. Virtually everyone working here is a trained killer. Even the guests! After revealing that to you, Koji starts taking you to the dojo with him sometimes. Not that you're allowed to touch anything there, but you get to watch him train. It makes you queasy, how elegantly and effortlessly he uses all kinds of weapons. How many people has he killed? (That's a fun question you now get to ask yourself about every single person you meet here.)
Another place that opens up to you is his office,
Koji also tells you that there's a rule about no "business" being conducted on hotel grounds. You can't hold back a snarky: "Wow, and here I thought killing was frowned upon in most hotels!"
As always, he stays infuriatingly calm. "That rule is why I do not allow you to leave hotel grounds. Your connection to me might make you a target. In here, nobody can hurt you."
"And you're not capable of protecting me? Aren't you a trained assassin yourself? Are you not good enough?" You're mostly just trying to piss him off. At some point he'll have to stop being so calm about everything and you're hoping to get him there, even if it will probably not end well for you.
You didn't succeed this time. "I am capable of protecting you, but I assume you do not wish to see me, or anyone else, kill someone. Am I wrong?"
Infuriatingly, he's right. Of course he's right. You don't answer, so he speaks again: "But I wasn't done explaining yet. I will not keep you trapped in here for the rest of your life, we will just have to make a plan before going somewhere. Besides, getting attacked while you're with me is unlikely, as they'd have to be pretty unintelligent to think they stand a chance, so you don't have to be too worried."
"...wait, so I can go outside? Didn't you just say I couldn't?"
"You can't. Not without me. Besides, that won't happen for quite some time. At this moment I can't trust you to listen to me if something did happen, however unlikely, which would put you at more risk than I am willing to take."
"What? I can listen. I'm really good at listening. Haven't I been behaving?" You say in a deceptively sweet voice. Going outside would be wonderful, even with Koji. It would be a step closer to freedom.
"Oh, yes, you've been behaving. Too well, in fact. As if you're only pretending to have adjusted to your life here, to earn my trust. You'll have to try harder than that."
You should have known he's too smart for this. What an asshole.
With your plan to wait and earn trust having failed, you try to run again. This time while on a walk through the gardens with a new bodyguard. You wait until you think she's distracted, talking to someone else, then sneak out of her line of sight, run as fast as your fancy clothes allow towards the nearest exit, only to get grabbed after a pathetically short amount of time. She immediately steers you back inside, a hand grabbing the back of your neck like you're an unruly puppy, and locks you into your room.
When your bodyguard informs him of what happened, Koji is disappointed, but not surprised. You get tied up again. This time, instead of behaving like last time, you destroy as many things as you can reach and manage to get a hold of with your bound hands, or that you can push over with your body. Not as many things as you would have liked, but the room looks very chaotic when you're done. It makes you feel a bit better.
You stay tied up for an entire week this time, trying to bite and scratch and kick everyone who gets close to you until you tire yourself out. Koji seems glad you're finally getting it out of your system, which just pisses you off more.
The first night you're untied, you throw your food at his face. Or at least attempt to, he manages to evade it with his insane reflexes. For another week, your hands are bound during meals, and you get spoonfed again, like you did the week before. It's humiliating. You'd refuse to eat, but Koji said he'd "make" you if you didn't, and you're not keen to find out what exactly he means.
The longer you're here, the more you realize that not being able to speak Japanese is an issue. Sometimes you turn on the TV when you're bored, but you can't really understand anything, so you end up aimlessly zapping through channels that don't make any sense to you until you end up turning it off again, still bored. But what's worse is when people are talking right next to you and you can't understand them. Like when your bodyguard of the day turns to another employee and says something while looking at you. Is he insulting you? Or is he saying something completely neutral? Is he being nice? Is he only talking about when his shift ends and not talking about you at all?
You'd also like to know what Koji is telling his employees, especially about you. Asking for Japanese lessons seems a bit too humiliating to you though, what if Koji says no? Or what if he says yes, but insists that he should be the one to teach you? Any teacher would be bad enough and probably make you feel like a child. You'll keep trying to watch TV and hopefully memorize a few words through that, how hard can it be?
After some time, he makes you sleep in the same bed as him. Sometimes you wake up in his arms, his body pressed to yours, but other than that he hasn't touched you in any way. He seems to be waiting for your permission. You fear it won't take long until you give it. You've even stopped moving out of his hold the second you wake up, that's how touch starved you are.
ok so. I wrote a little noncon sex pollen scenario with Din Djarin and Boba Fett. Bc I wanted to. You're welcome! Or not? Depends.
MINORS DNI. cuts off before anything explicit happens but it is heavily implied to happen right after the end, plus some light predator/prey-ish stuff happens before, idk how else to describe it. you run from them. also sex pollen, obviously. nobody involved wants this. except for me, who wrote it lol. oh and gender neutral reader!
I tried to proofread but if there's any mistakes: uh, sorry ✌️
You've been traveling with Din for a while now. Sometimes you help with bounties, but mostly you watch after Grogu when Din is busy. You trust each other.
This time you're on Tatooine, Boba Fett needs Dins help with something. With what exactly? You're actually not quite sure. They haven't told you what this is about. Kind of annoying, but at least you'll get a day off because they don't want you coming along.
You don't even have to look after Grogu because he's having a sleepover with Peli. As much as you love the little guy, a night of total relaxation with no responsibilities is wonderful every once in a while. Especially in Bobas palace instead of on a cramped spaceship.
After an evening of pampering yourself and indulging on snacks, you decide to finally go to bed. You considered going out, but decided against it as you didn't feel like going anywhere alone. Din and Boba are busy, obviously, and Fennec is away on a mission or something. Plus you're looking forward to sleeping in a big, comfortable bed.
You've just put on your sleep clothes, a big shirt and comfortable shorts, when there's a loud knock on your door. It's probably Din, you're pretty sure you recognize the way he knocks. Are they back already? You go to open the door.
It is Din. He doesn't say anything and just stands there. You can hear him breathing louder than normally.
"Um. Are you ok? Do you need anything?"
"Yes." He responds immediately, looking you up and down, then he shakes his head as if trying to clear his mind.
"I mean, no. I don't-" He pushes past you into your room, now facing away from you.
"You should- You should go. Leave."
What is he talking about?
"Leave? Why? What's going on?" You step around him so you can look right at his visor. If there's a reason for you to leave, he should tell you directly what the problem is. You're starting to get worried.
As soon as you're within reach, he grabs your upper arms.
"During our mission, something-" He trails off.
"...I don't know what it was. Something in the air. I thought my helmet was protecting me. We got out, barely, but then I started feeling-" He trails off again, taking a deep breath.
"I won't be able to fight this much longer, I can barely fight it now. I won't be able to hold back. I don't want to hurt you, but-"
He shudders, then tilts his head forward so his helmet is leaning against your forehead.
"...But what?" You whisper, not sure you want to know the answer.
"But I think I will."
You're frozen for a few seconds, until Din speaks up again: "Run."
Right. That's your cue to leave. You rip yourself out of his grasp (surprisingly easily) and run out of the room, choosing a random direction to go in.
You can't resist turning back and see him stumble slightly while following you. Either the thing that's affecting him is making him weaker, or this is him fighting it. You hope it's the former, because if it's the latter and the thing keeps getting stronger and overwhelms him, you're done for. You won't be able to run from him forever, and hiding is out of the question. Maybe there's a way to help him?
You turn away again and keep running. You make it around a few corners before slamming into something.
No, someone.
You would have fallen if Boba hadn't grabbed your arms to stabilize you. Relief floods your entire body. You won't have to deal with this alone! Boba will help!
"Oh thank the maker, Boba, you're here! Something's wrong with Din, and I don't know what to do! H- He's after me, so we should probably keep moving, but maybe we can figure out how to help him..."
You trail off, realizing that he hasn't let go of you yet. If anything, his grip is getting tighter.
"...Boba?"
He doesn't respond, the only thing you can hear is his heavy breathing. Kriff.
"You know what? Nevermind, I'll just-" You try to take a step back, but he doesn't let go of you.
"...You smell good. Always smell so good..."
He pulls you a bit closer. Your earlier relief is replaced by a renewed sense of dread.
It makes sense for him to be affected as well, since they went on the mission together, but you were really hoping he would help you instead of making the situation worse.
You start trying to struggle out of his grip, but he doesn't budge, you even kick him in the knee, but he doesn't react at all.
Apparently they don't get weaker, then.
Kriff.
Just as you think you'll never get out of his hold, he's pulled off of you abruptly.
Din.
He caught up with you and isn't happy about Boba putting his hands on you. You watch them throw punches at each other for a second, before you take off running again, hearing faint sounds of the fight in the distance and words that sound an awful lot like "mine", making chills run down your spine.
You have to get out of here and hope they'll keep distracting each other until whatever it is wears off.
You get to a dead end. What now? You can't go back. You decide to climb out of the window.
You're pretty far up, but you should be able to get down, somehow, but first you have to figure out how to open it.
Does it even open at all?
In your panic, you decide to break it. You pick up a chair that's standing against the wall and throw it against the window, shattering the glass into hundreds of shards. You then use the chair to try and quickly get rid of the glass that's left at the bottom of the window, so you can put your hands on it without cutting yourself too badly.
Just as you've pulled yourself up and are about to swing onto the other side, something wraps around your legs and yanks you to the floor. You manage to get your arms beneath yourself, to protect your face, but they get pretty cut up as you're dragged through the shards on the ground.
You flip over onto your back to see what's happening and spot Din, pulling you towards him by his fibercord whip, and Boba standing beside him. They must have decided to work together.
You squirm around uselessly on the ground, trying to move your legs in a way that will disentangle them from the cord, but only manage to dig some shards deeper into your back. At the speed he's pulling you, you don't manage to get your hands close enough to your legs to pull the whip off.
In your normal clothes you'd at least have a knife, but in your sleep clothes you have absolutely nothing to defend yourself with except for your hands, which isn't a lot against two bounty hunters covered in beskar.
If you're being honest, the knife wouldn't do a lot, either, but you might have been able to cut your legs free with it.
And even if you could do damage to the both of them, would you?
No time to think about that, though, because Din has managed to pull you all the way down the hallway to right in front of him. He wordlessly picks you up, puts you over his shoulder and starts carrying you, putting his hand awfully close to your ass.
"Look, guys, you don't want to do this. I know you don't. So please. Please, fight this. Don't do this, just let me go!" You try to plead with them, maybe that's your only way to get out of this. At least with Din you know that he was still in there, earlier.
"Don't worry, mesh'la, we'll take care of you." Boba says.
"Take care of me? All you've done so far is hurt me!" You're painfully aware of the shards of glass in your back and the cord cutting into your legs, plus you'll probably get a bunch of bruises in all the places you've been grabbed.
Boba only shushes you in response. You can't get through to him.
Din is your only hope, then.
"Din, please, you told me earlier that you don't want to do this. So don't do it. You fought it before, you can fight it again, please!"
"Calm down, cyare. If you make us feel good, we'll make you feel good, too. You'll be fine."
Your heart drops. Talking them out of it is no longer on the table, it seems.
Time to starting struggling again, then.
You start squirming, kicking your legs, making Din have to hold them down, successfully getting his hand into a different position but not managing to get him to let go.
You then try to get a hold of his helmet so you can distract him, make him stop you from pulling it off of his head, but Boba grabs your wrists as soon as you start moving them, and puts you in handcuffs.
You try to hit him with your bound hands, but his grip on you is so strong that you barely manage to move at all, only making him chuckle. Bastard.
You've been too distracted to realize where they were taking you, so your breath catches in surprise as suddenly you're in free fall for a second, only to hit a soft surface and bounce slightly a second later.
Din threw you onto a bed.
You've run out of time.
You try to sit up, but you're immediately pushed back down by both of them, a hand on each shoulder.
"Just let us take care of you..."
You can only hope that whatever it is wears off soon.
currently re-watching House MD and for some reason I never noticed before how often he's manhandling people? like that woman who poisoned her husband, House grabs her hand, doesn't let go, and when she tries to get out of his grip he pushes her back against the wall
Summary: Boy Kavalier is kind of obsessed with you, so he brought you to the island with him. Luckily for you, since you care about him so much! But lately you've been getting clumsier for some reason... he says he's going to fix that.
Warnings: mind control, past non-consensual body modification, yandere (maybe?), you get tied to a table at one point
Notes: Boy just lends himself to this so well I think... 2k words :] oh and they/them pronouns used for reader, but no y/n
It starts with a dropped glass of water.
One second it's in your hand, and in the next second it hits the floor. Why did you drop it? You were just standing there, not doing anything! It felt like your hand just... let go, for some reason.
"Can you not spill water near my priceless experiments?" Boy turns to you, annoyed that you distracted him from his work.
"I'm sorry! It just... my hand, it didn't—"
He waves you off before you can finish your sentence. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, just call someone to clean that up and don't let it happen again."
You really hope you can prevent it from happening again.
He lets you follow him wherever he goes when he's working because you can't stand to be away from him, and because he says it's distracting for him when you're not near him (which is why he brought you to Neverland in the first place). But what if he makes you stay in a different room instead, if you get too distracting? He could just watch you through a screen, and you wouldn't be able to see him at all! It would be horrible!
Usually you get to kneel by his feet, and if you're lucky you get to lean your head against his thigh. You don't want to lose that!
You stop holding glasses in your hands for as long, immediately putting them down when you're done drinking. And start drinking less in general. Sometimes you drink from the tap of the sink instead, because there's nothing you could drop there.
Your next mistake around him is walking straight against a doorframe. Your legs just don't do what you want them to, and you slam into it with a loud noise when you were trying to quietly leave the room to go use the bathroom.
Everyone turns to look at you. How embarrassing.
Boy just snaps his fingers so the attention is back on him and keeps talking.
It takes your legs a second to start working again.
Weird. What is up with you lately?
The next day, he tells you to "Catch!" and throws his rubber ball at you. It zooms right past you, your hand twitching uselessly at your side when you try to lift it. He looks at you curiously, but doesn't say anything.
The last straw is at night, when you're lying in bed together and he's chatting your ear off as always. He asks you a question, and your entire body just stops responding. You can't move a muscle.
He snaps his fingers in front of your face.
"Hello? Are you even listening?"
It takes a few seconds for your body to start responding to you again.
"I- I'm sorry, my body just... froze for some reason. Like I couldn't move at all?"
He just sighs, as if this was slightly annoying and not a huge medical concern.
"Ugh, I was hoping we could avoid this for longer, but I guess it's time... We'll take care of it in the morning."
You're glad you don't have to take care of it immediately, because the night is your favorite part of the day. At least when Boy isn't working. Sometimes he works through the entire night and you have to sleep alone.
Lying in bed together is the only time you get his undivided attention, even if it's not for very long. You even get to touch him! Even if tonight your hand keeps freezing mid-stroke through his hair.
The next morning he's already prepared everything by the time you wake up, throwing clothes at you (that you fail to catch) and telling you to: "Hurry up and get dressed so we can be done with it."
He barely waits until you're done when he's already out through the door, telling you to follow.
You immediately stumble after him, of course, you'd never not listen to him. You reach for his hand and he actually lets you take it for once, usually he needs his hands free. You hum happily.
You realize he's taking you in the direction of one of the labs. So you're not going to see a doctor? Or is there a different medbay in that direction that you just haven't seen yet?
Apparently not, because the door Boy opens is absolutely leading to a lab. When you get there, (after having bumped into a wall), Atom and one of the technicians are already there. You don't know his name, but you've seen him around. Isn't he there to work on the hybrids? How will he be able to help you?
Boy turns to you and lets go of your hand. "Lie down on the table."
"Okay!" You smile at him. You don't understand why you should do that, but he's smart, so there must be a very good reason for it that you'll find out soon enough.
"They've been super clumsy recently and we're going to find out why, and then fix it. I want them on their best behavior when the kids get here, don't want to scare 'em off."
He sits down on a chair and looks to Atom. "Tie them down. And then go stand by the door, don't let anyone in or out."
You're still confused, but don't fight against Atom when he puts your wrists into the handcuffs connected to the table.
"Why am I being tied to the table? I don't understand..." Why would you leave the room he's in when he didn't ask you to do that? Or is it just going to hurt a lot and that's why you need to be restrained?
"You'll understand soon enough. Put your head back down."
You do as he says, putting your head into the glowing thing that kind of looks like a weird, uncomfortable pillow.
The technician speaks up, looking uncomfortable. "Sir, with all due respect, I don't understand why I'm needed here..."
Boy just rolls his eyes. "Look at the screen. Do you see it?"
"I... Oh. Yes."
What is it? What is he seeing?
"Disconnect all of it. Then look through the code, find what could be causing the malfunctions."
... A code? What does this have to do with you?
"...All of it? Won't that—"
"They'll be fine. Just do it," Boy demands impatiently.
You hear the click of a button being pressed, and for a split second, it's like your entire body shuts down. You can't move or hear or see or feel anything.
But then everything is normal again. Completely normal.
You're no longer being controlled.
"You disgusting bastard. Are you fucking kidding me? What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" You pull against your restraints, rattling the chains, but they hold tight.
The technician flinches back in surprise, but Boy just looks completely unphased, having expected this.
"Welcome back to the land of free will, enjoy it while it lasts," he says with an annoying grin on his face that you'd very much like to slap off.
"Coward. Why don't you come closer? Scared I'll bite? Is that why you had me tied to the table? And brought your daddy along for protection?"
He ignores the last part of what you said, only responding to the beginning: "I still have a scar from last time. We don't need a repeat of that, now do we?"
"I'll do more than give you a scar, I'll rip out your fucking throat this time." You strain against your restraints again, but they still won't budge. At least it's making pretty loud noises.
"Okay, that's enough." He turns to the technician. "Connect them again. Leave the mind how it is, but turn all of the limbs off, the struggling is getting annoying."
The technician hesitates for a second.
Boy clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Don't forget who you work for."
"I... of course, sir."
The technician clicks some more buttons and you become unable to move most of your body, falling back against the table.
"You fucking piece of shit," you snarl, "you could have just made a synth that's programmed to follow you around like a lost puppy, or found a human who was actually interested in doing that. But no, you had to brainwash me, because of your stupid fucking god complex. And because you're scared I'll try to leave anyways, you fucking turned me into a cyborg against my will, so you can take away my ability to walk whenever you want, you freak."
"Well, I didn't want anyone else," he says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, squeezing his stupid rubber ball in his hand.
Then he comes closer, now that the threat of you hurting him has passed. Well, almost. You snap your teeth at him when he brushes his hand against your cheek, but he easily manages to pull away before you can actually bite him. Laughing, as if you're being cute.
"I would keep you like this, you're a lot more interesting when you're not mindlessly following my every word, but with the children arriving soon..." he sighs, sounding like he's genuinely disappointed. "First you'd distract me from perfecting the finishing touches, and then you'd freak out the kids. And the last thing I need is them scared and lashing out, especially when they're no longer children, but superpowered machines..."
"Have I mentioned yet that it's absolutely insane that you're planning on experimenting on children by the way, you sick fuck?" you ask.
"Weird, the last thing you had to say about that was how smart and amazing I was."
You really, really want to hurt him right now.
"I hope something goes wrong and they fucking kill you. In fact, I hope they kill all of us."
"So feisty! We'll see how you feel about that in a few minutes," he asks you, then turns to the technician, who's been clacking away at the keyboard the entire time, pointedly ignoring your conversation. "Have you fixed everything yet? Will they be able to move without issue again?"
"Uh, yes. I think everything should work correctly, now." The technician still seems unsure about what's happening, but you don't expect that he'll help you. Coward.
"Good! Good..." He turns back to you. "Any last words?"
"Go to hell, bastard," you spit.
"Well! Time to turn everything back on, then." He snaps his fingers, and then you...
You... huh?
You turn your head to face Boy, who's standing closer to you than you thought he did a second ago. How did he get there so fast?
"Um, so what now?" you ask, confused. Didn't they say something about a code? And disconnecting something?
"Don't worry about it, we're done here. Atom, take their handcuffs off." He throws his rubber ball into the air with one hand and catches it with the other one.
You take a second to respond, giving Atom enough time to take your handcuffs off. They were padded and shouldn't have hurt, but you rub over your wrists and it stings a bit. How did they get so irritated so fast? "But... nothing happened?"
"Oh, something definitely happened." Boy grins, then throws his ball at you. You catch it. "You're fixed! Now let's go get breakfast, okay?"
You nod, getting up from the desk. Your legs do exactly what you want them to and all of your limbs feel more under your control than they have in a while. Huh. Apparently he's smart enough to be able to heal people in seconds? That's pretty cool.
Boy lets you take his hand and lean your head against his shoulder on your way out of the room, grinning all the while.
He stops at the door, saying one last thing to the technician: "None of this leaves this room, got it? This falls under your NDA, naturally."
"Of course, sir." He looks uncomfortable, for some reason. What's up with him? You try to send him a confused look, but he refuses to meet your eyes.
Summary: You're Boy Kavaliers stress relief toy and for some reason he takes you to see his brand new alien specimens.
Warnings: minors dni, not fully explicit but your job (having sex with him) is talked about multiple times, you're not really there voluntarily / can't leave, I only refer to him as "him" because I don't like to use Boy as his name. [Update: Added a few instances of his name! I no longer care lol.]
Notes: Wanted to get this out before the last episode is released. Might write a yandere story for him in the future, I think it could be interesting to see him actually caring about someone (even if it's in a twisted and toxic way)
Not a single person here respects you.
You're reminded of that fact when you're walking back to your room, overhearing a hushed conversation where your name is mentioned multiple times, as well as the words "sugar baby" and "fuck toy".
You'd think the people here would have more important things to talk about with all of the experiments going on, but they always seem to find the time to gossip, even if you guess what they're saying is true enough.
But whatever. You've gotten used to it (even if it does still sting a bit) and it's not like you can do anything to change it.
If you told Boy about it he'd just laugh at you. He's above other people's opinions.
It does make you wonder about why you're here, though. Not about what you're here to do, you obviously know that, but about why he chose you. He could have chosen anyone. Someone prettier, smarter, more skilled, or even just someone who's better at giving blowjobs.
He could have even had a synth made exactly for this purpose.
Well, no, you understand why he didn't do that. It would take away two factors he gets off on: Making someone submit to him of their own free will and not because they've been programmed to do so, and being able to make fun of someone for making mistakes. Where would be the fun in having sex with a synth who's been programmed to have perfected every technique?
You stop before the point where the hallway you're walking along crosses the one the gossipers are taking, letting them pass before continuing.
You keep your head down for the rest of the way, breathing a sigh of relief when you finally open the door and get inside, only to jump in surprise when you realize you're not alone.
Why is he here? Lounging on your bed as if he owns it (he does). Usually Boy makes you come to wherever he is when he needs you, he rarely ever seeks you out himself, especially not in your room. He vastly prefers his own. You prefer his room, too. It's a lot nicer than yours, but he usually kicks you out and doesn't let you sleep there with him, so you have to go back to yours, and sleep in your less comfortable bed.
He sits up. "Ugh, you're finally here. I had to wait for three whole minutes, could you walk any slower? The path you took shouldn't take that long."
Right. Just another reminder that he's tracking your every step on the island.
"Well, I'm here now, what do you need?"
You assume he's here for what he's always here for, but he likes saying it. Plus he's going to give you instructions anyways, so you might as well ask and not embarrass yourself by just immediately taking your shirt off or getting on your knees, even if that's usually what ends up happening.
He stands up and walks towards you. "Wanna see something cool?"
He keeps walking past you, opening the door and looking back at you expectantly.
"Uh. Depends on what it is, but knowing you I'm going to say no."
He'll probably make you come along anyways, but he always wants you to tell the truth, lying to say what he wants to hear will just piss him off (the wrong answer will also piss him off, but he says lying is worse, because it's boring).
"Well, I don't care. I'm going to show you. Come on!"
Yep, just as you expected.
He leaves and you start following him through the seemingly endless hallways.
And here you were looking forward to some alone time after spending time with some of the kids...
As much as you like them, it does get exhausting at some point. Plus, they've been kind of weird ever since they got back from that mission where Wendy got hurt, which you guess makes sense. It was the first time that nobody made fun of you because "the boy genius is your boyfriend". (Which you still deny, because that really is not the word you'd use to describe him. Not knowing how to describe what's actually going on to children you were first introduced to them as "a friend", but they figured out that that wasn't quite true after Curly stumbled upon you two making out in a hallway. You were mortified, while he just thought the whole thing was amusing.)
You don't know exactly what happened because nobody has bothered to explain a lot and you're not in a position to ask questions about it. The only one who would probably answer you are the children (or maybe Joe? You met him briefly, apparently he's Wendy's brother, and he seemed really nice), but they're stressed enough as is, so you don't want to remind them of it.
All you've been able to get is that there are some kind of creatures here now, and that humans are no longer allowed to enter the lab because of them or something.
Is that what he wants to show you? Something to do with the creatures? You're not sure you want to see that, as interesting as it sounds.
When Boy stops walking, you snap out of your thoughts and realize that you are in fact in a hallway devoid of natural light, signifying that you're near the labs.
"...I thought humans weren't supposed to go in there anymore?" you ask him right before he can open the door.
He just snorts. "What, are you scared?"
He opens the door and enters without looking back, expecting you to follow. You do.
Inside, his stupid advisor (or whatever he is) is already waiting. You hate him, he never even acknowledges your existence. Like right now, not even looking at you as you enter right behind his boss.
In the middle of the room is some kind of glass cage, with a sheep inside of it. Weird.
On the other side of it are two people.
The first person you see is Kirsh, who looks up for a split-second, acknowledging that you entered the room, before turning back to look at something on a screen.
You actually kind of like Kirsh. While he may not hold you in the highest regard, he at least treats you the way he treats everyone else, which you appreciate.
Maybe saying that not a single person here respects you was an exaggeration.
What you should have said was that not a single human here respects you, which you're not sure is a lot better.
The second person is Toodles, who waves when he notices you, before joining Kirsh to look at what he's doing. You wave back.
So. Why are you here? To look at a sheep? It doesn't look particularly alien to you. Just as you're about to open your mouth to ask what exactly is supposed to be interesting about this, he shushes you before you even make a sound, and some kind of little door to the cage opens.
An eye with tentacles comes out of it.
That really is interesting.
You're fascinated for a few moments, until it picks up speed and leaps at the sheep, starting a brutal, bloody fight, making the sheep bleat in terror.
You try to look away, but Boy grabs the back of your head and turns you to face it again, making you watch the sheep fall to the floor, get its eye gouged out and replaced by the alien with a squelch.
And as if that's not horrifying enough, you then watch as the sheep gets up again. First on two legs, then standing like a normal sheep.
Fucked up.
Boy lets go of your head, completely entranced with the thing in the cage that's taken control of the sheep.
Atom Eins brings up a good point, saying: "If one of those ever escapes—", but he's interrupted before he can even finish his sentence, waved off. He's not worried at all, seemingly.
But he is frustrated with how the thing won't stop staring at Kirsh, throwing a ball against the wall to make it look towards him instead.
It looks at you, first.
You feel like it's staring into your soul.
Maybe it can sense that you're in a similar situation, trapped by the same person. Your cage just happens to be bigger.
Or maybe it's identified you as the weakest link.
You take a step back as Boy kneels down and finally gets it to look at him. You've never seen him so fascinated with anything, not even the children, and he'd been working on their new bodies for ages.
It scares you.
He already fed a sheep to it, who's to say he won't get bored and feed a human to it soon? To see what it can do with the body of a sapient creature?
If you're not lucky, that human could be you.
After all, he already owns your body and does whatever he wants to it, what's stopping him from putting an alien creature inside of it?
Is that why he brought you along? To remind you that you're nothing more than a sheep, having to go along with whatever he wants, belonging completely to him?
Or did he really just want to show off his new toy to you?
Maybe the only way for you to get off of this island has always been through death.
Or maybe you're just being dramatic.
Only time will tell.
But should really try not to bore him in the future. Just to stay on the safe side.
I'm still allergic to proofreading, so as always, if you spot any mistakes (grammar, spelling, logic) please let me know!
I would also like to know if you liked the story ofc ❤️
What are Batfam yan stories/blogs your favorite? Genuinely begging, I need something to read
I have to confess I haven't been reading a lot of batfam stuff lately. The only recent story I can think of rn is Sea Salt and Caramel by @yandere-daydreams which is lovely ofc bc everything they write is really really good 👍
ok so. I'm thinking about i guess an alternate universe where being yandere is kind of normal in Mandalorian culture... hear me out..:
Most of them aren't yandere, but the ones who aren't don't think it's weird when someone else is. I'm thinking they're mostly yandere for people who aren't Mandalorian/warriors though, that way they can justify it to themselves (and others) that they have to protect the object of their affections. So it's acceptable for a Mandalorian to drag an unwilling darling home "for their own good", it's not a super rare sight and nobody will bat an eye.
They probably have a specific word for that kind of relationship, but at the end of the day it's treated like any other marriage even if one of them didn't want it.
Maybe they even have rules, like other Mandalorians aren't allowed to help when a darling escapes, the yandere has to be able to deal with that by themselves, prove that they "deserve" to keep their darling and that they can take care of them.
Or if the darling manages to get away and stay away for a month the Mandalorian has to accept that they've been outsmarted and has to give up, plus maybe they can't punish their darling for fighting back or trying to escape for a certain amount of time (maybe a year? or maybe forever, actually?), so they can "get it out of their system", but also because they respect fighting, they're usually glad that their darling is showing some spirit (and if they don't try to escape at all, that just proves that they were made for each other and/or that the darling needs protection).
[I'm writing a Bo Katan fic for this concept! But I might write for other characters too if anyone wants that & my Star Wars phase lasts long enough]
I can see this as a dark comedy lol like maybe it becomes routine for his Darling to escape only to drag them back, like maybe this time for sure they believe that they truly got away for only for him to ‘bump’ into them.
yess i love this. one of my favorite scenarios is Kidnapper casually sitting next to escaped Darling at a restaurant. Or is already waiting for them in their new apartment...
multiple people suddenly liking the same fic, or fics for the same fandom is so fun. like hi hello how did you find my stuff and why specifically this right now?
John Wick AU where the high table has official rules for the yandere tendencies of people in their organization <3
"But they literally kill people, why would anyone care what they do with some random person they like?" Because I love rules ok!! Isn't everything better with rules? So I have come up with some rules.
First of all, they're not allowed to seriously harm random civilians bc that's not a good look. Keep the shooting and stabbing to your contracts, people. So while they're allowed to kidnap and keep their darling, they're not allowed to hurt them. Keep it classy. In practice this ends up as more a suggestion than a rule though bc it would be too hard to really verify and I don't think they care that much.
I also think they would then have to make sure their darling never gets away, especially if they've been told about the high table and its rules. Because if they did, then someone would have to bring them back or take them out (not on a date) and that's just too much of a hassle. I don't think that this would be a bad enough offense to get them excommunicated, but it would be punished somehow.
If they're in a higher position that isn't just "assassin", they might even get help. For example if you're a hotel manager, you don't have to make sure your darling doesn't leave all on your own when you're busy, you can assign your employees to watch out for them. And all of your employees will go along with it because you're literally officially allowed to do this.
ok that's not that many rules yet but I might add more later... also feel free to add ones in reblogs if you want!!
