He/him, 21, ISFP I write triggering content so read with caution!
Requests: CLOSED
General asks: OPEN
Commissions: CLOSED (3/3 slots taken) (check out ko-fi in pinned post)
🩶 My main blog is @montammil, which I write on for whump content, which contains also disturbing content!
🩶 My biggest fandoms right now are Cookie: Run Kingdom, Honkai: Star Rail, and even though I know nothing about Genshin Impact past Sumeru, I'd still be up for writing it!
🩶 Even though I can write for fandoms and plan to, they are going to be a little more rare compared to original characters. So preferably send in a concept you have (ie "werewolf parental yandere", certain time period, a type of scenario/plot) and I will try to fill in the dots my own way.
🩶 My specialty will be writing parental yanderes, as my title suggests! This will include subjects of age regression (sometimes forced), infantilization, and typical yandere themes. Once again, everything is platonic and nothing romantic and/or sexual.
🩶 I have chronic pain so my writing schedule will be very inconsistent and a little hectic. Asks usually take anywhere from a day to a month, so be patient with me! Chances are I'm not ignoring your ask, its just taking me a while.
🩶 I have no limits or squicks other than things must be platonic, so have no fear of being judged!
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Frequently asked questions:
Q: "I gave an ask/request and haven't had it answered. Are you ignoring it or did Tumblr eat my ask?"
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A: Not really. I post writings on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays (CDT), but there's no guarantee I will post then. My upload schedule is very inconsistent.
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Q: "Do you write for characters outside of your own OCs?"
A: I want to, but so far I haven't. Its simply because its hard for me to write for characters I don't enjoy, so it has to be specific ones. Feel free to request, but it'll most likely go unanswered. My main fandoms are Homicipher, Honkai: Star Rail, and Cookie Run: Kingdom.
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Q: "Do you write for darker topics?"
A: I don't mind at all! The only time I cross the line is when the yanparent is being portrayed as anything other than platonic. So feel free to ask away.
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Q: "How long does it take to finish/open commissions?"
A: I manage to finish one commission per week usually, and keep three slots open at a time so the wait-time doesn't back up too much. Once my commissions are all finished, I open up three more slots.
Series 1 Yanderes: Octavian, Vincent, Indigo, Magnus, Seradiel, Warren
Series 2 Yanderes: Blair, Solaris, Cullen & August, Castor, Ellis, Hugo
begging hands and knees PLEASE expand on black butler and soul eater yanparents . . . if that’s too much pleasee grell sutcliff i adore her sm ❤️❤️
I will happily do so!!! <3 Fair warning, its also been a while since I've watched Black Butler and Soul Eater, but since I've been wanting to rewatch soon, I might remake this or expand on it when I do!
Undertaker seems like a silly dad, and for the most part, he is, if you ignore how downright smothering and sometimes scary he can be. He doesn't hide his clinginess with you, nor how quick he is to fuss over you. He is often brushing invisible dust off your clothes, fixing your hair, making tea, and lots of dramatic forehead kisses. He'll act dramatically hurt if you tell him he's doing too much </3
If you're more "fussy", he'd be infuriatingly patient. He just watches you throwing a "tantrum" with a soft smile, letting you "cry it out" before he just effortlessly scoops you up. "Oh my poor dear, there, there...did you get it all out of your system?"
He would probably read more grim books to you and genuinely not know why you look freaked out. "And they all died! The end! :D ...oh no, little love, why are you crying??? :((("
He would make you handmade things often. Charms, lockets, little stitched dolls, other trinkets. He'd either be incredibly offended if he saw you threw it away or think you did it on accident.
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Grell Sutcliff would treat you so very preciously. If you think Undertaker would fuss over you, she takes it to a complete new level. She would absolutely love dressing you up and being like, "oh sweetling, you look adorable!!!!"
Very physically affectionate. Cheek and forehead kisses, tight hugs, dramatically rocking you back and forth if she thinks you look even slightly sad.
Also very jealous, and not subtle about it at all. She'd switch between glaring, making a snide comment, then cooing over you right in front of them to silently say, they need me, not you. Go find your own kid. She also would totally word-for-word say that if you left the room...
She wants to be involved in everything; your clothes, your friends, your schedule, your hobbies. She would get very hurt and offended if she thought you kept a secret from her, no matter how small.
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Spirit Albarn would try so hard to seem like a cool dad to impress you, but he is fooling absolutely no one. He sometimes acts more like an insecure girlfriend than a dad, texting you at 3am: are you awake? are you mad at me? :(
Would call Maka your sister, whether you are biologically related to them both or not. Spirit would love movie nights with him in the middle and you and Maka on either side of him. "Isn't this nice?? Just a movie night with my babies!! <3" Sadly, Maka would only agree to movie night maybe once a year unless your bond was especially close with her
If you snap at him, he'll look so devastated. He would totally follow you around if you insisted on your independence, only because he "wants to keep you safe". He might actually cry if you snapped at him, but he'd never stop doing what he deems for your safety. Just kinda sulks like a scolded puppy.
Gets SO MAD if someone hurts you in any way, or tries to take you away from him. "Cover your ears sweetie, you don't need to hear this," turns to person, "wHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, HUH?!?!"
Out of all the parental yanderes, he'd be the least dangerous, just very clingy and emotional.
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Franken Stein would not be like the others, only because he is not nearly as affectionate as the three above. He'd seem subtle in his affections, but you notice he treats you much more softly than anyone else, and he seems to know everything about you, even things you don't remember ever telling him.
If someone hurts you in any way, he is already calmly telling you to go wait outside. You'd get a feeling whoever hurt you won't be an issue to you ever again,,,or anyone else.
He shows his love through actions more than words. He always has a hand on your shoulder in public, knows all your tells when you're lying to him, would silently drape his coat over you when its cold out, and always quickly stub his cigarette out when you're nearby.
Anyone who knows him would be a little scared to approach you. You might vent to it to Stein, who'd reply casually, "well, they don't matter, anyway." In his language, that basically means only I should matter to you.
what are some characters from fandoms you want to write for eventually? i remember you mentioned wanting to write for resident evil before but am curious if any other characters or fandoms have been on your mind
I kind of just fixate intensely on one character at a time, so sometimes the desire to write something for them is high and other times I move on for a few months before inevitably becoming fixated on a character again (would it shock literally anyone to know i have adhd......)
Anyway, here are some of my favorite characters I would like to write for in the future, and actually do have some drafts/WIPs involving more than half mentioned.
Fair warning, a lot of them mentioned might be random, but if you are part of a certain fandom mentioned or like a certain character mentioned, I am eager to hear your thoughts <3
Jing Yuan, Kafka, Luocha, Mr. Reca, and Ashveil (Honkai: Star Rail)
John Constantine (DC)
Poe Dameron, Director Orson Krennic (Star Wars franchise)
You can tell my I don't want many more recently popular shows/animes ^^; I want to get back into watching anime, but why start new things when I can just shuffle through my favorite series',,,,,,
If anyone wants to give their thoughts on how they think any of these characters would be as parental yanderes, or ask me my thoughts on them (if you'd,,,,y'know, like to give me an excuse to rant about them LOL) then I'd be happy to answer!
Would reader ever be able to earn Warrens trust? Or is he just like that forever lol
Eventually, but Warren is a very methodical person. He would only even allow you to earn half of his trust after he has preformed several loyalty tests on you (pretending to not notice leaving a door unlocked, subtly leaving a keycard to a door lying around, etc).
I hope to write for him again soon because I plan to alter/update some little aspects about his personality and lore <3
I love your newest fic with Waylon and Adeline and I couldn’t help but think about how lovey dovey you made the couple- I think it’d be funny if later on as the reader gets more comfortable with them as their parents they get more visibly grossed out at their flirting (like any child does when seeing their parents flirt and kiss)
*Waylon and Adeline being very flirty and lovey dovey*
Reader, who was just trying to read, childishly getting grossed out at the sight of their parents flirting: “Ew- can you guys not??”
Waylon and Adeline: “Well excuse us, but where did you think you came from?” *forgetting in the moment reader is not biologically theirs*
Reader:… from the saloon you stole me from??
NWKUDKDNKNAAKNADNJKSND this is literally themm
Totally the """"parents"""" who are openly in love with each other. You rarely even witness them bicker and when they do, they're making up to each other five minutes later with bouquets and kisses, while you're just cringing in the background,,,,
For kidnappers and outlaws, they are oddly very healthy for each other <3 I can also imagine a silly little conversation like this
Adeline to you, after Waylon gave her the most valuable jewelry he stole: oh sweetie, see? this is how a partner should treat you. never settle for less
Hi Pine, long time fan, first time asking. Call me Null, if you like.
This is a weird hypothetical I thought up once while bored on my nightshift. This one is for the non-human parents, except Octavian, Castor, and the Seasons because it wouldn’t apply to them.
Let’s say hypothetically, said parent(s) come across a way to turn Y/N into one of their kind, be it magical, scientific, or whatever other means. Who would do it?
Because I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and I’m convinced the only reason Falkor hasn’t turned us into his biological heir yet is because Althrixes haven’t figured out DNA splicing.
Tysm for the ask!! <3 I answered with platonic yanderes who I think have the most unique answers!
To get the first one out of the way, yes, Falkor hasn't turned you because they haven't figured out DNA splicing, but I totally can imagine he starts looking for a way and funding more research towards finding a way-something he had no interest in before abducting adopting you.
Indigo would be very conflicted; on one hand, he'd love it for you to be a merperson like him. He'd adore the idea of swimming places with you, introducing you proudly to other merfolk, etc.
However......he likes how dependent you are on him. The idea of you being physically able to leave him much more easily scares him. Besides that, he likes the fact he has to treat you more fragile because, compared to him, you are more fragile.
I think his ultimate conclusion would be no, but if enough time has passed to where he is more confident you wouldn't leave his side, he'd slowly become more open to it, especially if you wanted to become his species, and gave him lots of reassurance you'd always want to be his little one <3
Magnus's answer would be no, for the sole reason that he also likes how much you need him to survive. If you were his species, you could actually stand a chance in challenging his authority, or god forbid, leaving.
The only chance this would change is if you get injured or sick in a way that threatens your life that only turning into a dragon would change, or even just aging and he starts coming to the heartbreaking realization you aren't practically immortal like him. Only then would he do it, and this time there'd be no hesitation.
Anevra would turn you into her species if she got the opportunity. You being human or drider wouldn't change how you depend on her, at least in her mind. She just wants to be able to relate to you more, and she thinks this would be the perfect opportunity for that.
On top of that, her thought process is basically: my baby doesn't like me very much, but if they were like me, surely they'd realize how awesome it is being like their mama!! We could have so many more bonding experiences!!
She may regret this decision if you find a way to use it to your advantage.
Cassian and Winslow would be a tiny bit conflicted, but they'd also ultimately decide on wanting to change you into a naga.
Cassian might be a little more hesitant, knowing this would make you less physically dependent on them, but he'd be more confident in his decision if you've came to terms with where you are, and have showed no signs of wanting to leave. He wants you to be able to live for as long as possible, by your parents' sides.
Winslow would be less hesitant, though he'd still give it some thought. He would also be motivated by the idea of you living longer, and being less worrying to care for when it comes to you being sick or injured.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's my birthday!!!! 21 today! I made a somewhat self-indulgent writing, I also plan to post something with some other favorite yanderes, like Vincent, Cecil, Lux, etc. Sorry I've been a bit inactive lately! ^^; feel free to send asks about them, sorry I've been so behind on answering them but I hope to answer some!
You've lived your life staying out of trouble, like you were always taught to do. Be a good citizen, stay polite, and don't cause a fuss. The world was dangerous, especially to you. There were laws in your little tight-knit town, but there were also bandits, outlaws, and criminals who didn't give a shit. As long as you kept your head down and minded your business, you wouldn't be any trouble to anyone.
Today had been a long day. All's you wanted was to relax at the saloon. It was one of those days hardly anyone was there, which was honestly much preferred. The saloon was the only place that ever got crowded, after all. The barkeep knew you fairly well, so the chatter wasn't much more than small talk.
A few drinks had already made their way into your system, and you were enjoying your little buzz when the sound of the door opening caught your attention.
In walked a couple. Their arms were linked, and while they were dressed fairly nice, they didn't fit in with this town.
The man was rugged and handsome, in that gruff sort of way. He had short dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and a bit of facial hair. Despite his rough exterior, he had a pleasant grin as he looked around the bar.
The woman, on the other hand, was beautiful. Her black hair was curled and pinned up nicely. Her eyes were a pretty shade of brown. You noticed her dress was a tad dusty, but she still looked much more put together than anyone else.
The barkeep tensed, you noticed. He looked... concerned? But he plastered on a smile and greeted the pair with a quiet, "Welcome, what can I get ya?"
The man led his wife over to the bar. "Just whiskey for me. What'd you want, darlin'?"
She chuckled, waving her hand. "I'm alright. Water for me."
He nodded, ordering from the barkeep. He placed his hand on the woman's hip and gave it a gentle squeeze, and she just beamed at him. They looked at each other with so much love, it was almost sickening.
The man then looked over to you, and you realized you'd been staring.
"Hey there," he greeted. You jolted. "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle ya. You mind if we sit here?" He motioned to the stools next to you.
You glanced around. The bar was mostly empty. They could sit anywhere, really.
"...Sure," you managed to say, clearing your throat and taking another sip of your drink.
The couple sat down beside you, the woman in between you and the man.
"Thank you, sugar," she said to you sweetly.
You nodded in acknowledgement, taking a few more sips of your drink. You kept your eyes on the bar, but you could feel them watching you.
"What's your name, hon?" the woman asked.
You blinked. You weren't used to people asking you that. Everyone already knew everyone in a small town like this. You awkwardly replied with your name.
"That's a lovely name," she smiled, placing a hand on your arm. You glanced down at it before looking back at her. She continued, "My name's Adeline, and this handsome fellow is Waylon. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise," you said. Might as well indulge them in conversation. They seemed sweet, now that you were properly introduced. "You don't seem to be from around here," you pointed out.
Adeline chuckled softly. "Oh, we aren't. We're actually just passing through. Right, love?" She turned to look at Waylon, who had just received his whiskey.
He took a sip before nodding. "Yep. Got a place up north, so we're on the move." He looked you over, and you felt a little self-conscious under his gaze. "You old enough to drink, kid?" He gestured to the drink in your hand with what looked almost like... concern? Disapproval?
You frowned slightly. "I'm an adult, actually."
He raised his brows, looking you up and down again. "...Are you sure?"
You nervously chuckled. "I'm sure."
"Aw, Waylon, hush," Adeline scolded. She patted your hand. "Don't mind him. He's just teasing."
Waylon smirked, taking another sip of his drink. "Right."
The conversation fell into a lull after that. You didn't mind, though. You were starting to feel a little tired from the alcohol, and you were just about to decide to call it a night when you felt a hand on your shoulder.
You looked at Adeline, who was giving you a kind smile. "What're you doing here all alone, sugar? Don't you have anyone to look after you?"
Your eyes widened a bit. "I, uh... I live on my own."
Her eyes widened. "Really?" She looked over at Waylon, who had a similar expression of shock on his face. "You poor thing. And no one's looking after you?"
"I... I don't need anyone to," you muttered.
They shared a look, and you felt your skin prickle a bit. They were acting a bit weird.
"Are you here alone often?" Adeline asked, turning back to you.
You shrugged. "I guess. My work keeps me busy, so I just get away from the stress by coming here."
Her eyes seemed to soften. "Oh, honey..." She reached out and cupped your cheek. "That's so sad. You shouldn't have to be alone." Her thumb brushed over your cheek gently, and you swallowed thickly. Her hand was warm, and you didn't want to admit how nice it felt.
"Ah, well, I don't mind it," you said, though you knew that wasn't completely true. It did get a bit lonely sometimes.
She clicked her tongue. "You don't have to lie to us, sweetheart. It's okay to admit you're lonely." She pulled your upper half towards her, resting your head on her chest. You tensed up, not used to this kind of physical affection. She just hushed you softly, running her fingers through your hair. "You're so precious, you know that?"
You weren't sure why you didn't pull away. Maybe you were too buzzed. Or maybe you were just that touch-starved.
Waylon cleared his throat, and you looked up at him. His expression was... hard to read. He seemed to be contemplating something, his eyes flickering between you and Adeline.
"What're ya drinkin'?" he asked with another gesture to your drink.
"Uh..." You glanced down at it. "Just... beer. Why?"
He nodded. "Barkeep, another round for the kid."
You frowned. "Oh, I don't—"
"Don't argue with me," he said, his tone firm.
You shut your mouth, feeling a bit embarrassed. You didn't want another drink. You were already feeling the effects of the alcohol, and you didn't want to end up drunk. But given how the barkeep scrambled to obey, you felt that these people were people you didn't want to get on the bad side of.
Adeline turned to Waylon, releasing you from her grip. She gave him a mild look of disbelief. "Really, Waylon? Don't you think they've had enough?"
"Well, if the kid thinks they're a big ol' adult, they can handle a few more drinks," he said.
His tone was almost more patronizing than Adeline's. It was almost as if he was mocking you.
The look on Adeline's face became one of realization, but she smoothed it down with another smile. "I suppose you're right. Let's see if they can handle their liquor."
You felt like they were playing some sort of game, and you were the pawn. You weren't sure how to feel about it. You took the new drink and downed it in one go. You weren't about to prove them right. You were an adult. You could handle your alcohol.
Adeline looked surprised, but Waylon seemed unfazed.
"Not bad," he said. "Barkeep, another."
The rest of the night became like that. You were too occupied with your own thoughts and drunkenness to notice they weren't drinking anymore, just looking at you.
In the middle of another beer (which tasted awful, you may add), you began talking more. "Why're y'all so... I don't know how to describe it. Parental?"
They looked at each other again, sharing a smile.
"That's how you see us?" Adeline cooed.
"No, no," you stuttered to correct. "I just mean... you're acting like it. Do y'all have kids?"
Waylon shook his head. "We don't."
Adeline sighed. "We wish we did, but..." She gave a sad smile. "Not every woman can bear a child, I'm afraid."
Your heart ached for them. You didn't mean to remind them of that. "I'm sorry," you mumbled.
"It's alright, hon," she assured. "It's not your fault." She reached over and pet your hair again, and you leaned into the touch. "You're so sweet, you know that?"
You smiled drunkenly at her. "Thanks."
Waylon noticed your eyes slipping shut and you swaying. He gently took the drink from your hand and placed it on the counter. "I think it's about time we got ya home, don't you?"
You blinked blearily. "Mm... Yeah. S'pose so." You tried to stand up, but the room spun and you wobbled. You would've fallen if it weren't for Adeline's arms wrapping around you.
"Poor thing," she cooed. You grumbled a protest, but she just hushed you. She looked at Waylon. "Could you help me?"
He nodded, standing and coming around to help you up. He lifted you into his arms with ease, and you were too out of it to be embarrassed. You just curled into his chest, not caring that a stranger was carrying you.
The barkeep gulped. "Sir, ma'am, I—"
Adeline grabbed something from Waylon's belt, and pointed it at the barkeep. A gun.
"Keep your mouth shut, and don't you dare follow us," she warned. Her voice was no longer sweet. It was cold and firm.
The barkeep raised his hands, nodding. "Yes, ma'am."
She gave him a nod before putting the gun back. "Good."
You were too far gone to comprehend what was happening. You just mumbled something about wanting to go home, and Waylon shushed you.
"You'll be home soon, kid," he assured.
They took you out of the saloon and to two horses that were tied outside, a golden-tan stallion and a white mare.
Waylon placed you on the mare before getting on the stallion. Adeline got on behind you, wrapping her arms around you to keep you steady. Waylon led the mare, the two of them riding out of town.
You were half-asleep, barely aware of the gentle rocking of the horse and the sound of Adeline's voice humming softly.
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When you awoke, you were in a bed. A nice, soft bed, in a room you didn't recognize. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. Your head was pounding, and you felt a bit sick. You must've drank too much last night...
Your eyes scanned the room. It was a small room, but cozy. There was a dresser, a wardrobe, and a small table with a pitcher and basin. A window let in the sunlight. You saw that the door was slightly ajar.
Where were you? You tried to recall what happened last night, but all you could remember was... Adeline and Waylon. They were at the saloon. You talked to them. And then...
You were suddenly very awake. You threw the covers off and stood up. You noticed your clothes were different. You were wearing a nightgown, and it definitely wasn't yours. It was too... cutesy. Too childish.
Your eyes widened. You ran to the door, pulling it open. You found yourself in a hallway. You followed it to the end, where you saw a set of stairs. You hurried down them, looking around frantically. You were in a house, a nice one at that. It looked clean and well-kept. It was much nicer than your own home.
You heard voices coming from the kitchen. You cautiously made your way over, peeking around the corner.
Adeline and Waylon were there. They were at the table, eating breakfast. They looked like a happy couple, chatting and smiling at each other.
Your heart was racing. You didn't know what to do. Should you run? Should you call for help? You didn't know where you were, let alone how to get back to town.
You must've made a noise because Adeline looked up, her eyes meeting yours.
She smiled brightly, standing up. "Good morning, sleepyhead!"
Waylon looked over, a grin on his face. "Mornin', kid. Did ya sleep well?"
You stared at them, trying to process what was happening. "Where... Where am I?"
"Well, you're home, sugar," Adeline said, walking over to you. She gently took your hand, leading you to the table. "Your papa and I brought you here last night. You were so tired, we figured it'd be best to let you rest."
You blinked. Papa? What the hell was she talking about? You tried to pull your hand away, but she held firm.
"I... I don't understand," you stammered. "I have a home. A job. I need to go back."
Waylon chuckled. "Now, now. Don't be like that. We've got everything you need here."
Adeline nodded, pulling out a chair for you. "Sit down, sweetie. Let's get some food in you. You must be starving."
You felt dizzy. This couldn't be real. You must be dreaming. You reluctantly sat down, watching as Adeline served you a plate of food. It looked good, but you weren't hungry.
You looked at the couple, trying to find the words to ask what was going on. Why did they take you? Who were they?
Adeline must've seen the confusion on your face, because she sighed softly. "Oh, honey. I know this must be a lot to take in. But trust us, okay? We're not going to hurt you. We just want to take care of you."
"I'm an adult," you seethed. "I told you, I'm an adult."
Waylon frowned. "You are, but you're also our baby."
What the fuck?
Adeline reached out, taking your hand again. "You don't have to worry about anything anymore. We'll take care of you. All you have to do is let us love you."
You felt sick. You pulled your hand away, standing up. "I'm leaving."
Waylon stood up as well, his expression hard. "You're not going anywhere."
You glared at him. "You can't keep me here!"
He crossed his arms. "Wanna bet?"
You looked around, trying to find an escape route. The front door was right there, but you had a feeling he'd catch you before you even made it outside.
Adeline stood up, placing her hands on your shoulders. "Please, don't make this harder than it has to be. We just want what's best for you."
"What's best for me is to let me go!" you shouted, pushing her hands off.
She looked hurt, her eyes glistening. "We're not trying to hurt you. We're trying to help you. Don't you see? You were all alone. No one was taking care of you. We can't stand the thought of you being on your own like that."
"Adopt like a normal couple! There's plenty of orphanages around!" you cried.
Waylon shook his head. "We've tried. They don't just hand out kids to people like us."
"People like you?" you echoed, looking at him with suspicion. "What do you mean?"
Adeline sighed, looking at Waylon. He hesitated before speaking.
"We're... not exactly law-abiding citizens," he admitted.
Well. That made sense. The way the barkeep acted, the way they were so casual about taking you... they must be outlaws.
You felt a chill run down your spine. You were in the house of criminals. And they wanted to keep you here.
Adeline saw the fear in your eyes, and she tried to soothe you. "Oh, no, no, honey. Don't be scared. We would never hurt you. You're our precious baby, remember? We love you."
You shook your head, stepping away from her. "I'm not your baby. I'm not a child."
She pouted. "Well, you certainly act like one. You need someone to look after you, to care for you. And we're going to do that."
You were at a loss. You didn't know what to do. You couldn't fight them off. You couldn't outrun them. You were stuck here. You looked at the door again, and Waylon followed your gaze.
"Don't even think about it, kid. You ain't leavin' this house."
You clenched your fists, feeling tears of frustration well up in your eyes. You didn't want to cry in front of them, but you couldn't help it. You were trapped, and there was nothing you could do about it.
Before you knew it, you stumbled into the corner of the kitchen and just slid down to the floor, your hands covering your face as you sobbed.
Adeline rushed to your side, kneeling in front of you. She pulled you into her arms, rocking you gently. "Shh, it's okay, sweetheart. I know it's scary, but you'll see. We'll make you so happy. You'll never want to leave."
Waylon walked over, crouching down and thumbing your tears away. "Hey, none of that. We got you. Ain't nothin' to worry about." His voice was surprisingly gentle, given his rough exterior.
You hiccuped, trying to calm down. You didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing you break down, but you couldn't stop yourself.
Adeline kissed the top of your head. "There, there. You're okay, baby. Mama's got you."
Mama. Papa. They were delusional. They really thought they were your parents.
But as you sat there, in Adeline's arms, with Waylon rubbing circles in your back, you felt the results of your hangover coming back. You were tired. You were scared. You just wanted this to be over.
You leaned into Adeline's touch, your sobs subsiding. You felt her smile against your hair.
"That's it. Good job. Let it all out."
Waylon stood up, walking over to the sink. He wet a cloth and came back, gently wiping your face. "There. Feel better?"
You nodded weakly. You did feel a bit better, physically. Emotionally, you were still a mess. But you were too exhausted to fight anymore.
Adeline helped you up, leading you back to the table. "Come on, let's finish breakfast. Then we can get you settled in."
Even though you were far from hungry right now, you figured you had no choice. You'd probably need the energy to think of a plan to escape later.
As you ate, Adeline and Waylon chatted about what they had planned for the day. It was all so domestic, as if you weren't a captive in their home. It was surreal.
When you were done, Adeline stood up, taking your plate. "Why don't you go get changed, honey? We'll show you around the house."
You nodded, standing up. You went back to your room, closing the door behind you. You looked around, trying to find your clothes. You opened the wardrobe, and your eyes widened.
Inside were clothes. But not your clothes. They were... childlike. Dresses, shorts, overalls... you could tell they planned some kind of kidnapping in advance, since there were so many options to choose from, from masculine and androgynous to feminine outfits.
You felt a mix of anger and fear. They really were serious about this. They were going to treat you like a child.
You grabbed the least childish outfit you could find, a simple pair of pants and a shirt, and quickly changed. You opened the door and walked back downstairs.
Adeline and Waylon were waiting for you, smiling.
"There you are," Adeline cooed. "Don't you look nice?"
You didn't respond, just crossed your arms over your chest.
They showed you around the house. It was a nice place, with a living room, a dining room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. There was also a basement, but they didn't show you that.
The tour ended in the backyard, which was spacious and had a garden. There was also a small barn, which you assumed housed the horses.
As you walked around, you couldn't help but notice how they kept a close eye on you. They were always within arm's reach, as if they were afraid you'd run off.
You considered it. You could make a break for it, try to lose them in the woods. But you didn't know the area, and you were sure they'd catch you. Maybe later you could snag a horse and ride back to town... or wherever there was civilization, at least.
For now, you played along. You let them show you around, nodding and humming in response to their comments. You didn't want to cause trouble, not yet.
After the tour, Adeline suggested you all sit down for a bit. She led you to a rocking chair on the porch, sitting you down. Waylon sat next to you, and Adeline sat on your other side.
You felt like a child, sandwiched between them. You didn't like it.
Adeline took your hand, holding it in hers. "You must have so many questions, sweetie. Why don't you ask us anything you want?"
You hesitated. You did have questions, but you weren't sure if you wanted to hear the answers. Still, you figured you might as well.
"Why me?" you asked quietly.
Waylon sighed. "Well, we've been looking for a kid for a while. We've been to orphanages, talked to folks, but no luck. Then we happened upon your town, and saw you. All alone, no one to look after you. It just... felt right."
"You don't know anything about me," you pointed out.
"We know enough," Adeline said. "We know you're a good person, a sweet person. And we know you need someone to take care of you."
You frowned. "I can take care of myself."
"Not as well as we can," Waylon argued. "You were living in that little town, working yourself to the bone. That's no way for a kid to live."
It was no use to even correct him, so you decided to not even bother. You changed the subject instead. "What do you do? For a living, I mean."
They shared a look, and you had a feeling you knew what the answer was.
"We... well, we're outlaws," Adeline admitted. "We've been robbing trains, banks, that sort of thing. But don't worry, we don't hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. We only take from the corrupt."
You felt a bit sick. You were living with criminals. But then again, you didn't have much of a choice. "You're not going to make me... help, are you?" you asked nervously.
Waylon almost seemed offended. "Course not! We'd never put you in danger. We're not gonna get our kid involved in that. You're gonna stay here, safe and sound."
That was somewhat reassuring, at least. But you still didn't want to be here. You wanted to go home. "What if... what if someone comes looking for me? It's a small town, they'll know I'm gone."
Adeline smiled. "No one's taking you away from us, baby. Don't you worry about that."
Her tone sent a chill down your spine. It was so sweet, yet so menacing.
...
The next few days went by in a blur. You were kept in the house, with Adeline and Waylon always around. They fussed over you, making sure you ate, slept, and bathed. They treated you like a child, and you hated it. But you played along, biding your time.
You had to admit, they weren't horrible. They were actually quite nice, even if it got on your nerves. They were affectionate, always hugging you or patting your head. They talked to you, read to you, played games with you. It was like they were trying to make up for lost time, like they really thought they were your parents.
You found yourself getting attached, despite your best efforts. You didn't want to like them, but it was hard not to. They were so... loving. And you had been so lonely before. Maybe this wasn't so bad, you thought. Maybe you could get used to this.
But then you'd remember that you were a captive, that you were being forced into this role, and you'd feel guilty and angry all over again.
Waylon was so sweet, too. You hadn't expected it, but he was just as affectionate as his wife; if not more so. He was always picking you up, carrying you around, bouncing you on his knee. He'd tickle you, play fight with you, and tell you stories.
They weren't like the traditional couple either, all crime aside. Adeline was the one who was more in control, the one who made the decisions. Waylon followed her lead, though he wasn't afraid to speak his mind.
Waylon cooked and cleaned just as much as Adeline did. They didn't have the stereotypical gender roles that you were used to seeing.
It was all so confusing. They were even affectionate with each other in front of you. They'd kiss, cuddle, and flirt with each other, not minding that you were there. In your town, couples that seemed like they genuinely loved each other was rare.
You were starting to understand why they were so desperate for a child. They had so much love to give, and no one but each other to give it to.
But that didn't excuse what they did.
One night, you were in bed, trying to sleep. You couldn't, though. Your mind was racing.
You thought about your life before, and how different it was now. You thought about your friends, your job, your home. You missed it all. You missed your freedom.
You also thought about Adeline and Waylon. You were starting to care for them, and that scared you. You didn't want to become as delusional as they were.
You knew you had to leave. You had to escape, before it was too late.
You quietly got out of bed, tiptoeing to the door. You opened it, peeking out. The house was dark and silent. They must be asleep.
You crept down the hall, down the stairs, and to the front door. Locked, of course.
That's when you remembered; Waylon always kept the key with him. There was no way you could get it without waking him up.
But maybe it was worth the risk.
You snuck to their room, quietly opening the door. You could hear them breathing, see their outlines in the moonlight. You carefully made your way to the nightstand, feeling around for the key.
And you found it. You grabbed it, shoving it in your pocket, but just as you were about to leave, you could hear Waylon stirring.
"Kiddo?" he grunted.
You quickly turned around, thinking as fast as you could. "H-hey, Papa... I had a nightmare," you managed to say in a trembling voice. You didn't mean to deliver it like that, but it helped.
Waylon's expression softened. He held his arms out for you. "C'mere, darlin'."
You hesitated for a moment before walking over and climbing into the bed. You decided the best way to get out of this was for him to pity you more, enough to not ask more questions. As he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, you sniffled.
"Aw, no, don't cry. S'alright," he shushed, rocking you gently. "It was just a dream."
Adeline stirred, sitting up. She rubbed her eyes, looking at you. "Is everything okay?"
Waylon nodded. "Nightmare."
She cooed, reaching out and stroking your hair. "Poor thing. Want me to get you a glass of water?"
You shook your head, burying your face in Waylon's chest. You couldn't believe what you were doing. You were manipulating them. But it was for your own good. You needed to get away.
Adeline laid back down, cuddling up to you and Waylon. "Just go back to sleep, sweetie. We're right here."
You closed your eyes, pretending to drift off. But inside, your mind was working a mile a minute. You needed to wait until they were asleep again, then you could make a break for it.
It felt like hours before they were both snoring softly. You carefully untangled yourself from their arms, sliding out of the bed. You patted your pocket to make sure the key was still there before quietly leaving the room.
You hurried down the stairs, unlocking the door and opening it as quietly as you could. You stepped outside, closing the door behind you.
You took a deep breath of the fresh air. You were free.
You ran to the barn, opening it and grabbing the first horse you saw. You didn't care which one, you just needed to get out of there.
It was Azur, Adeline's favorite horse. You felt a bit guilty taking her, but you had no time to waste. You quickly saddled her, getting on her back and leading her out of the barn.
You didn't look back as you rode away, into the night.
...
You rode for hours, not stopping until the sun started to rise. You were exhausted, but you couldn't stop. You needed to put as much distance between you and them as possible.
You had no idea where you were going, but you hoped you'd find a town soon. You needed help, someone to call the authorities or at least give you directions to your town.
You just hoped Adeline and Waylon wouldn't come after you. They were outlaws, after all. They could easily track you down.
You kept riding, trying to stay focused. You couldn't let your guard down.
By midday, you were starting to get desperate. You were tired, hungry, and thirsty. You hadn't seen any signs of civilization, just endless fields and forests. You were lost.
You spotted a lake up ahead, and you decided to stop there. You needed to rest, to get some water. You dismounted, leading Azur to the water. You let her drink while you knelt down, cupping your hands and drinking the water. It wasn't the cleanest, but it was better than nothing.
You sat down on the grass, leaning against a tree. You closed your eyes, trying to catch your breath. You needed to come up with a plan. You couldn't just keep riding aimlessly.
As you were thinking, you heard the sound of hooves. Your eyes snapped open, and you saw a horse approaching. No, not just one. Two.
Your heart sank as you recognized the horses. Waylon's and Adeline's.
They had found you.
You didn't have time to hop on Azur and ride away, so you settled for hiding. You scurried behind a large bush, hoping they wouldn't see you.
You heard them stop, their voices carrying in the quiet.
"Where are they?" Adeline's voice was frantic.
Waylon's was calmer, but still tinged with concern and anger. "They have to be around here somewhere. Azur's here, so they can't be far."
You held your breath, trying to stay as still as possible.
Waylon was getting closer. You could see him through the leaves, looking around. His eyes scanned the area, and you feared he'd spot you at any moment.
But then he stopped, his gaze settling on the ground. You followed his line of sight, and your blood ran cold.
Your footprints. You had left footprints in the mud.
Waylon's jaw clenched, his expression hardening. He followed the trail, right to your hiding spot.
Just as you hopped to your feet in an attempt to run, his hand shot out, grabbing your arm. He yanked you towards him, his grip tight.
"Gotcha," he growled.
Adeline was there in an instant, her eyes wide with relief and anger. "Oh, thank God. We were so worried about you!"
You struggled, trying to break free from Waylon's grip. "Let go of me!"
He didn't budge. "Not a chance. What the hell were you thinkin', runnin' off like that?" He was angry, but there was a hint of hurt in his voice.
"You're crazy!" you cried. "You're not my parents! You can't keep me here!"
Adeline looked shocked, her hand flying to her chest. "How can you say that? After everything we've done for you? We love you!"
"You kidnapped me!" you argued, still trying to pull away.
Waylon sighed, his grip loosening slightly. "We didn't kidnap you. We rescued you. You were in a bad situation, and we made it better."
"I didn't ask for that!" you shouted. "I was fine on my own!"
"No, you weren't," Adeline insisted, stepping closer. She cupped your face, her eyes pleading. "You were lonely, overworked, and unhappy. We could see that. We just wanted to help you."
You yanked away from the both of them and fell to the muddy ground in the process. You were breathing heavily, your emotions all over the place. You didn't know what to do, what to say.
Adeline crouched down, reaching out to touch your shoulder. You flinched away.
"Please, honey," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Don't do this. Don't push us away. We need you. We love you."
Tears welled up in your eyes. You didn't want to hurt them. You didn't want to see them like this. But you also didn't want to stay.
Waylon knelt down as well, his expression softening. "Look, kid. We know this is a lot to take in. But we're not gonna give up on you. You're our baby, and we're gonna take care of you, whether you like it or not."
There was no running. You knew that. Even if it was worth your pride, maybe voluntarily going back would make things easier.
"What'll my punishment be?" you muttered in defeat.
Adeline smiled sadly. "No punishment. We'll be keeping a closer eye on you, and locking your room at night until you can earn our trust again, but... that's not a punishment. It's to keep you safe."
You looked at them, seeing the sincerity in their eyes. They really believed what they were saying.
With a sigh, you took Adeline's offered hand.
"That's our baby," she cooed, pulling you into a hug. Waylon joined in. You felt so snug with both of them holding you.
Waylon sighed. "Let's go home."
...
Back at the house, they sat you down at the table, making you a plate of food. They watched you eat, not saying anything. You could feel their eyes on you, but you didn't look up.
When you were done, Adeline took your plate and put it in the sink, while Waylon led you to the bathroom, stopping at the door.
"Can you be trusted to be left on your own?" His voice became stern.
You looked up at him, biting your lip. You nodded. "I won't run. I promise."
He studied you for a moment before nodding. "Alright. But if I find out you're lyin' to me, there'll be consequences. After you're done, meet us in the livin' room."
He walked away, leaving you to take care of your business. You washed up, splashing some water on your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror, seeing the exhaustion and uncertainty in your eyes.
After bathing, you walked to the living room, finding Adeline and Waylon sitting on the couch. They patted the space between them, motioning for you to sit.
You hesitated, but ultimately complied. You sat down, keeping your eyes on your lap.
Waylon cleared his throat. "We need to talk."
You nodded, not looking up.
"We're not mad at you," Adeline began, her voice gentle. "We understand that this is all new and scary for you. But you have to understand that we're doing this for your own good."
"You can't just run off like that," Waylon added. "It's dangerous out there. You could've gotten hurt, or worse. We were terrified."
You didn't feel necessarily guilty, but you didn't feel any satisfaction over their panic, either. "I'm sorry," you responded anyway.
Adeline reached out, taking your hand. "It's okay, sweetie. We forgive you. But you have to promise us you won't do it again."
You looked at her, then at Waylon. They were both waiting for your answer. You knew you had no choice.
"...I promise," you said quietly.
Waylon gave you a small smile, ruffling your hair. "That's what I like to hear."
Adeline squeezed your hand. "We love you, baby. More than anything. We just want you to be happy and safe." She kissed the side of your head, her lips lingering. "You're our whole world."
Once again, you were crying. You didn't mean to, but everything was so overwhelming. The emotions, the situation, the sheer absurdity of it all. You covered your face with your hands, trying to hide your tears.
This time, Waylon pulled you into his lap. He held you close, rocking you gently. "Hey, it's alright. Let it out. Papa's gotcha."
Adeline rubbed your back, cooing softly. "Shh, it's okay. Everything's gonna be okay."
I was planning on doing some fanart. Any idea which character? Also, I found this blog recently and you’re so skilled at writing 🥹. More Magnus please. That one was so good. But I’m glad you’re back, tysm for this.
Thats so sweet, tysm!! I'd be overjoyed by any character, but my personal biases will always be Cecil, Lux, Ellis, Hugo, or Vincent!
And I'm so happy you like Magnus!! I definitely plan on writing more of him soon mwehehe
AAAAHWHSHDHAH BEGONIA I LOVE YOUUUOUO omg I love her so much I think she may be my new fave yanparent,.., she's so mom I love her so much
XDD begonia is the mom that seems cool to others, but she's so corny once you get to truly know her,,, she totally thinks she'll impress you by referencing gen alpha slang and unfunny memes </3
Your works always make me feel so warm and fuzzy whenever I need to calm down and go into littlespace, I had a panic attack a bit ago but after I read through some of your works I was all calmed down again! You're really a miracle worker! Tysm for all you do!! 🩷🩷🩷
OMGGGG YAYYY YOU'RE BACK, I LITERALLY FEEL LIKE A KID WHO'S PARENT CAME BACK WITH THE MILK LOL BUT ALSO DON'T PUSH YOURSELF! I'm really glad you took a break cuz that means you took care of yourself and you're probably feeling better now and that makes me glad! Your health should be your number one priority. OH and also I REALLY LOVE THE NEW IDEA YOU CAME UP WITH???? PEOPLE BASED ON FLOWERS?? THATS SO COOL I HAVEN'T READ IT YET BUT I'M GONNA DO IT NOW
