hi!!! i absolute love your work, its really a comfort place for me! ive been thinking about doing a headcanon request for some time now, and now i feel is my chance!
i was thinking about the lis being like, soft yanderes with a somewhat depressed reader- they decide to take matters into their own hands and take their sweetheart away from their troublered life! a safe house, of something like that cattered to their every whim. i was thinking of a more pinky, softie reader, any gender alike. i know you mostly do sfw, so if thats easier for you it doesnt have to be nsfw!
im very grateful for the content you curate for us! take care!
﹙♡﹚I'M ALIVE! and yES, OMG, YEEEEEES, i love soft yanderes, i love requests like this, yes gawd ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ !! knowing that my blog is someone's comfort place makes me so, so happy. i'll keep doing my very best, i pinky promise! ♡ also, i think i got carried away explaining the... before-they-take-reader-away part (? but it is because i looooooove explaining what i think their point of view would be! (and the LI's and reader are in a situationship, no relationship established yet!) hope that's okay, anonnie (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
see?
he knew it.
he could make it all easier; he wanted to do so.
he could take the tiredness, the stress, the sadness…
earth was such a scary place to live in, but it didn't have to be.
he didn't want it to be for you.
and he knew you would try to live all by yourself, he knew you were persistent and would try to fight and keep going, because that pretty head of yours was so stubborn.
but he told you, he told you he was there for you, and he was always one step ahead, planning how to fix everything for you, how to turn things your way.
and still, that wasn't enough.
of course it wouldn't be, because you insisted on being away from him, living in a small and dull apartment.
he knew it wouldn't be good for you; being independent and intending to deal with so much stress by yourself.
so he prepared everything in advance, waiting for the moment you finally realized life would be so much happier and lovelier if you ran to his already outstretched arms.
when he heard your voice on the phone one day, that oh so lovely and pleading voice, asking if he could come see you, he was there in a heartbeat.
because, again… he knew this moment would come eventually.
there you were; his poor baby, crying non-stop and clinging to him as soon as he entered the door.
you looked tired, drained, exhausted.
you just had to push it, didn't you?
you had to push it until you eventually faced the consequences of your actions.
and god, did he hate seeing you so broken, even when you had to learn your lesson one way or another.
“oh, sweet baby…”
he softly cooed, caressing your hair and pulling you closer.
he kissed your forehead tenderly, and then he looked into your eyes with the softest, most loving gaze ever.
“i'm here. i'm finally here.”
you truly felt tired, you didn't know what to do anymore, and he just… he got you. he always knew what you needed.
he kissed the tip of your nose, and then cradled the back of your head so you could rest it on his chest.
“hm, there, baby. i'm here for you, i'll take care of everything.”
how could you turn down that tempting offer?
you nodded, looking up at him. even when you didn't fully understand what that implied, you trusted your long-time friend to take care of you, as he'd been asking for all of these years.
“good…” he whispered, kissing your forehead afterwards. “let's go, yeah?”
and the life you knew before was swept away in less than twenty-four hours.
it only took one shaky “yes” on your end, and he took you with him.
no clothes, no belongings.
you wouldn't need them, anyway.
the drive was quiet and a little bit blurry.
you had fallen asleep in the back of the car, after caleb gently brushed the bridge of your nose to help you relax, just like when the two of you were little.
you woke up in a strange place, but it felt familiar, warm, homey.
your favorite scented candle was lit, the couches had the prettiest pink cushions, your childhood plushies were carefully placed all over…
you explored the kitchen, and the cabinets were full of your favorite snacks, the ones you used to sneakily eat as a kid, and those cookies you thought they'd stopped making.
the bathroom had your usual body wash, your favorite flowers to keep the space fresh and fragrant, as well as two toothbrushes.
for him, and for you.
he watched your reaction intently, trying to avoid panic, discomfort or any negative reaction out of you.
however, you were taking everything in with wonder and curiosity, mostly because your current state of mind didn't allow you to further analyze the situation.
his hand hovered over your lower back, and he guided you to the main bedroom.
“you can rest here, baby pips. no one is going to hurt you, no one is going to rush you, no one is going to demand anythin' from you. not anymore.”
he promised, gently caressing your head.
and as he helped you lay down, he took your phone out of your pocket.
you turned your head around, clearly wanting to ask what he was doing, and he smiled.
that boyish smile that always managed to comfort you.
“you don't need it, pips. not here. i'll handle everything, like always.”
and you remembered all of the times he had handled everything. from the bullies, to the fights with friends, and even to those nights when you called him, saying how the world felt too big, too harsh, too dangerous and cruel.
his eyes warmed upon seeing how you gave in without noticing.
“you've always been mine to take care of, baby.”
and he knew better.
he always knew better.
you closed your eyes, the weight finally slipping from your shoulders, and you finally fell into a peaceful slumber.
“...and i'll make sure you always are.”
caleb whispered —swore— still with his hand on your head.
always gentle, always reverent.
always there for you.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
he was constantly lurking, constantly appearing, constantly watching.
whenever you weren't looking, he would stare.
and he would notice every single thing.
if your eyes looked a little bit more tired, if your skin looked dull…
he would mentally trace your features with so much intensity yet so much gentleness that not even being on high alert would let you notice his gaze.
recently, though, he noticed all the small changes.
one would say it is extremely difficult to see someone's appearance change from one day to the next.
but he could.
he studied you as if you were his favorite masterpiece.
as if he had to study each stroke, each shadow, each color used, and even those tiny details that only a skilled artist would add to such a beautiful piece.
you were perfect, absolutely perfect.
however, he could pinpoint exactly what part of you seemed different.
not only physically speaking; also in your demeanor.
and he knew you also noticed those changes in yourself.
but you were too tired and defeated to do something about it.
yet he couldn't blame you nor complain.
you were such a sweetheart, always worrying about everyone else and putting yourself last… but he wouldn't let you, not anymore.
when you went to his house, looking quite different; consumed, downcast, out of your usual sweet self, he smiled.
not because your current state was humorous to him.
but because enough was enough, and you would finally, finally see it and understand what he'd been trying to tell you all this time.
“my pearl, look at you…” he whispered, outstretching his arms to hold you. “you’re fading.”
you wanted to speak, to justify yourself, but he shushed you so, so sweetly, almost as if dealing with an injured and small creature.
“no, no, don't, cutie. you'll convince me that you're fine, but are you? hm?”
he lifted your chin and tilted his head, looking into your tired eyes with worry.
you felt like crumbling under his loving attention, and obviously, you couldn't lie to him any longer.
he kissed your forehead, and after holding your cheeks as if you were a delicate, precious seashell, he took you to his bedroom.
on his bed lay a half-opened suitcase with scattered clothes, some of which you could recognize as yours.
it seemed like he was caught mid-preparation.
but in reality, he had this ready months ago.
he guided you to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling between your legs to gently undo your shoelaces.
“there we go. can't have you walking around when you're so tired, can i?”
he took your shoes away and gently caressed your legs, kissing your knees and up to your thighs reverently.
when you tried to speak again, he softly nibbled on your skin, looking up with those pretty eyes.
his long eyelashes fluttered slowly, as if it pained him to stop looking at you, even for microseconds.
for you, his gaze was genuine and pleading.
for him, it was coaxing and urgent.
extremely so.
“you’ve done enough, my pearl. you've given enough, too. now just… allow me.”
he reached for the suitcase and pulled out one of your favorite fuzzy, pastel-colored sweaters.
one you thought had gotten lost during one of your trips with him.
he slipped it over your head, as if you were too fragile to dress yourself.
“so much better.”
the soft color made you look better already; brightening up your features.
even when you felt dizzy and overwhelmed by everything, you couldn't find the strength to speak up and show him you were still self-sufficient.
not when he was fixing your hair, the collar of the sweater, the sleeves…
and when you finally felt some peace after having a chaotic, stormy mind for a long time.
“we’re going home, my pearl.”
he smiled, and soon stood up to close the suitcase.
you had never heard him refer to anything other than his own house as “home”, so you felt confused.
but when he pulled the suitcase with one hand and used his other arm to swoop you up and carry you away from everything, that doubt became blurry.
just like the drive here.
you woke up to the deep scent of salt and the gentle waves singing a lullaby, even in the coldest of nights.
the place was surrounded by nothing but rocks. big, algae-covered rocks, and an endless ocean no matter where you looked.
everything was beautiful, undoubtedly.
the high roofs carried the most gorgeous chandeliers, and the white curtains flowed softly as the gentle breeze sneaked through the french windows.
and even then, in every room, you could find yourself.
your comfy pillows, your favorite slippers, glass jars with all the seashells you found pretty yet always returned —too sweet to steal them from hermit crabs.
portraits of you adorned the place.
some of them you knew about; you had even seen the sketches.
but the ones you'd never seen before? they looked real —almost like photographs— as if he had caught your soul in them.
his devotion was clear, and every corner carried your likeness and essence.
his lips brushed against your ear, his voice as gentle as the ocean's pulse outside.
“rest, my pearl. you're home.”
his warmth engulfed you entirely, and at least for a few seconds, you felt safe enough to forget there was nowhere else to go.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
sylus was letting you play around.
or at least, he did for a while.
cats were independent and adventurous, and he wouldn't want to take that away from his lovely kitten.
so he just watched as you went on with your life at your own place, still happily visiting and spending some time with him every day, and allowing him to stay some nights with you.
but it wasn't enough.
never enough.
and now that he's seen how stressed out you are?
how you stay awake, unable to quiet down your mind or relax, for at least a few hours?
do you have any idea how much it pained him to see you struggling?
to see you sulk, cry, or temporarily avoid your hobbies because you couldn't find the energy or motivation to do them?
it broke him.
him; the seemingly unbreakable and indestructible man, found himself shattering when he saw you anything but happy.
yet, he stayed quiet.
it wasn't because he wanted to ignore you, far less to diminish your pain.
oh, no.
he was controlling everything, very, very carefully.
every sob, every tear, it was almost as if he kept them, counted them, all until they overflowed…
and, inevitably, you'd come looking for him.
he knew it would take too long, because you were so optimistic and hardworking despite the awful circumstances.
but he also knew how fragile your sweet soul was, and he wanted to lure you in.
almost like catching a stray kitten and bringing it home.
to a safe, warm, and loving home.
so, every time you went over to his place, he waited with your favorite warm drink and your favorite blanket.
he had all the time in the world for you, so you never had to beg or wait for his attention.
when you were happy, he would give you even more reasons to be, by giving you different gifts, engaging with you in whatever you asked him to do, and kissing you until you were a giggly mess.
when you were feeling down, however, he would listen to you attentively, caressing your knuckles and holding you against his chest.
until his heartbeat became everything you needed to calm down.
and slowly, without even realizing it, you began to tie every warm, safe feeling to him.
he knew exactly when you were going to finally break down and come to him, and you did.
you appeared at his doorstep, with those pretty eyes reddened and puffy.
you automatically sought him out, clinging to his chest as soon as his eyes landed on yours.
“kitten…”
his deep, comforting voice rumbled against your trembling form, and he held you instantly, picking you up and guiding you to the privacy of his bedroom.
casually, everything was ready and waiting for you.
the pastel pink pajama set you had left at his place, a comforting snack, your favorite movie playing in the background.
if it wasn't because you felt so weak and broken, you would've questioned why everything looked so… staged.
but right now? everything was exactly what you needed; what you knew he would provide for you.
and he held you, of course. he fed you, changed you into your pajamas, reassured you, kissing away your tears and making you see just how warm and safe your world could be if you let him help.
and since you've been struggling for a long time to find a solution that just… made everything bad disappear, hearing his words gave you hope.
because he would never lie to you, and he had shown time and time again how capable he was of providing a safe space for you.
“you do not have to go back there, sweetie,” he whispered, and the cold tip of his nose met yours. “unless you want to?”
you quickly shook your head.
the idea of leaving his embrace and facing once again the coldness and hardships outside sounded like hell right now.
he smiled, but you couldn't catch it.
“then i will keep you right here, kitten.”
and he doesn't mean here, in his bedroom.
he means here, as in his arms.
because he'd take you away as many times as he had to, but you would always be protected under his wing.
when you finally fell asleep, floating on the dreamiest clouds while he whispered sweet nothings to you, he quietly stood up and carried you away.
when you stirred, you noticed the air around you was warm and eerily still.
different.
the bed was softer, and it was wrapped in the coziest, prettiest patterned blankets which smelled like him.
you were surrounded by some of your belongings, most of which shouldn't even be here —yet were.
trinkets, snapshots, clothes, plushies he'd won for you…
there were no city sounds, no windows either; at least not in the bedroom.
when you walked outside, however, you noticed the place was stunning.
and the only thing keeping you from panicking was sylus' scent and trace in every single room.
his footsteps approached with a steady rhythm, and his shadow fell on your back.
“go back to bed, kitten,” you quickly turned around, and his intense gaze found yours before he cupped one of your cheeks. “you're right where you belong now.”
and as his thumb brushed your cheek, you found yourself believing it.
because how could you not believe your safe person?
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
the situation had been manageable for a few months.
he lived close, he was always visiting you or crashing at your place, under the pretense of needing something, or wanting your help.
but most of the time, he liked it when you came over to his place instead.
there, he could keep you within reach, know exactly where you were, and be absolutely sure that no other person could even look at you.
furthermore, he could ensure your well-being and know exactly what you needed, watching you in a domestic setting where you usually let your guard down and allowed yourself to be needy and honest.
he would act clueless, naturally.
he would ask vague questions, look at you in silence, pretend to be resting just so you could fully be yourself and show how you truly felt by crying or writing your feelings down —which he would later read.
and recently, now that you've been feeling different, he's been “resting” more.
obviously, he did this because the last thing he wanted to do was drive you away by asking lots of questions.
and knowing you, he knew you would lie to him and say everything was fine.
so he just observed.
when you thought he was just peacefully resting under your covers, without a care in the world, he was observing.
when you came home and found him there unexpectedly, sitting on your sofa, you thought he had fallen asleep waiting for you.
but he hadn't.
he wanted to see how many times you came back home looking defeated.
how many times you sighed, how many times you threw your bag away as if it carried all of your heavy burdens.
and when you least expected it, he was already taking matters into his own hands.
he was sneaky, he could surprise you, he could appear out of nowhere and startle you every single time.
but tonight?
he made himself known.
his footsteps echoed as he entered your apartment.
he already knew where to find you, and when he did, he approached.
you couldn't read his expression, nor did you question why he suddenly burst in.
after all, he'd been like this for quite some time, so you were used to it.
“my starlight.”
before you knew it, his coat was wrapped around your shoulders.
his hands were steady —as steady and gentle as his voice.
“no more.”
is all he says.
what does he mean by it?
why is he quiet now?
he brushes his thumb under your eye, and he confirms what he already suspected.
you'd been crying.
“xavi…”
“shh.”
he quietly tapped your lips once, as if trying to shut them down.
“you've carried enough. no more.”
he nods subtly, as if reassuring his statement.
because he was certain, and he meant it. he wouldn't allow it anymore.
he pulled his coat tighter around you, as if wanting to surround your space with him.
with his love, his scent, his peacefulness.
“come.”
he stood up and outstretched his hand for you, almost like a prince inviting you to dance.
a never-ending dance.
you stared at his hand, and then up at him.
it was a gentle command.
subtle, because he knew you wouldn't refuse.
and you obviously didn't, as you took his hand in yours and your eyes became watery.
“you trust me.”
no, he wasn't asking.
he was stating.
he knew that you would question him, that you would question your loyalty if he gave you the chance to think about it, so he assured you.
and he was so convincing that you agreed, nodding weakly.
he pulled you up and carefully lifted you into his arms, carrying you away.
where? you didn't know.
he took you to the roof, where he helped you decompress under the moon, with soft caresses and longing kisses on your lips.
your skin was glowing thanks to the moonlight, and he made sure you were loved enough to finally fall asleep, totally worn out and blissful.
when you woke up, it wasn't to the city noises, as when you two usually napped in this same spot.
you woke up to a dim artificial light, to the warmth of the coziest quilts, the snuggliest pillows, all of your plushies arranged against the wall.
close; but not enough to replace xavier as your sleep companion.
he was waiting, sitting on a comfy armchair in the corner as he read a book.
when you stirred, he glanced up before putting the thick book away, approaching you with a soft smile.
your mind was hazy, almost as if you were dreaming.
the place smelled familiar, the room had pretty and shiny trinkets, as well as luminous star stickers on the roof.
they were carefully arranged, though; each one creating a constellation, like the ones he had taught you about.
you were in your own little galaxy, yet the walls felt… suffocating .
it was safe, but cramped.
he laid down and curled up behind you, pulling you close.
“you've been under the wrong sky for too long, my star.”
and despite just waking up from a long, much-needed sleep, you felt drowsy again.
“this one is better,” he murmured against your ear, noticing how your eyes fluttered closed.
“xavi, where are we…?”
he tangled his legs with yours before kissing your nape.
“far enough,” he closed his eyes too. “yet close enough to never let you go.”
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
he had it easy.
you were just so sweet and loving, so understanding and attentive…
he could keep an eye on you, but never really intervene unless he deemed it necessary.
after all, he just needed to use his knowledge and unlimited love for you to understand his point of view and get away from harm's way.
he truly had it easy.
until you started to crumble right in front of his eyes.
no sleep, no lunch, no smile.
just a lost expression and constant naps during the day —and never out of tiredness; always out of fear.
fear of facing your problems.
fear of your burdens getting stronger, or worse.
fear of them increasing.
you listened to him at first.
when he told you to talk it out, when he told you to come over so you could properly eat, when he offered you to stay the night so you two could sleep together…
but you distanced yourself more and more, and now you only visited his office before going straight back to your home.
you wouldn't listen now, not even when he talked to you as your primary care physician.
that's when he got scared —because if you didn't listen to him, who would you listen to?
he decided to start visiting you instead.
he went to your house, cooked for you, brought pastries, stayed until you fell asleep.
yes, he had offered all of those things before.
but now he just went over and did them, no questions asked.
“zaynie, i don't—”
“it is in your best interest.”
“but—”
he just needed to turn around and look at you.
his piercing eyes were always gentle for you, but you also knew that his word was law, so you'd usually quiet down and let him pamper you.
on the low, though, zayne was meticulously arranging his detailed plan.
he was a man of action, and he needed to ensure everything went smoothly upon your realization.
he was always right; and you just needed —as always— a bit of guidance, because you weren't dumb.
at all.
you were just naive and persistent.
unable to recognize when the situation had spiraled out of your control, until you fell in too deep.
and you really did fall quickly —and during the week he was the busiest.
it was very late, and he drove to your place.
he walked to you, looking mindlessly out the window; the food he made was left untouched, and tears streamed down your face, one after the other.
sleep deprived, again.
his breath hitched, and you turned around.
“zayne…”
you weren't in the mood for lectures.
yet he didn't want to lecture you.
he walked up to you and cupped your face.
his fingertips felt cold against your skin, but his eyes?
oh, his eyes had this warm intensity, as well as a doctor's precision, as if he were evaluating every detail of your current state.
“you are dehydrated,” he noted when he brushed your skin with his thumbs. “how long have you been crying for?”
you looked down.
hours; he knew it already.
“how much more are you going to take?”
you didn't know how to answer.
his questions were making you think, and the more you did, the more you… realized.
good.
he tilted your chin up and kissed your eyelids, tasting your tears without intending to, yet not complaining either.
he nuzzled your head with his cheek, and held your nape to pull you closer, until your arms shakily fisted his dark coat.
his arms tightened around you, and you felt grounded after floating aimlessly for a while.
“i let you make your own decisions,” he spoke again, and you looked up. your cheek was squished against his chest, and he looked down at you with tenderness, but also seriousness about the situation. “and look where that has brought you.”
you wanted to say that it wasn't that simple; that you didn't choose to feel like this.
but he is a doctor.
he knows; you know he does, so what he is telling you must be meaningful and true, right?
“i let you try to prove me wrong, but you did not. you could not.”
you swallowed the shame, knowing he was right.
“right now, you are not capable of making the choices that will keep you safe,” he continued, his voice now quieter. “so i will be taking them for you.”
he pulled back and took your hand, walking with so much familiarity around your place as he headed to your bedroom.
he pulled out your favorite bag and packed some of your pretty sweaters and cozy pajamas; the ones he couldn't retrieve secretly before, as he knew you would notice.
you, oh so sweetly, followed and sniffled.
“where are we going…?”
he carefully folded everything, and then he looked up at you.
“on a trip.”
he took your hand gently, and you tensed up while you two exited your home.
it wasn't apprehension; it was a mix of relief at not having to decide anymore, and fear of not feeling better even after doing something you loved —like traveling with zayne.
during the drive, you asked some questions, and he made sure to answer, even if vaguely.
he purposely took the long road, knowing you'd fall asleep in no time.
and when you woke up, it was already daylight.
it was snowy outside, the windows were frosted, the wood panels creaked, and the warm fireplace cast an orange glow on your sleepy frame.
it smelt like jasmines; it felt cozy, and there were dozens upon dozens of bookshelves with books zayne had recommended to you before.
his arms were wrapped around your waist, and his lips remained pressed against your forehead, as if giving you a reverent kiss that he intended to last forever.
“slept well?”
he whispered, and you, thinking this was just another trip, nodded, already feeling better under his care.
“we will stay here for a while.”
forever, he wanted to say.
but that would never escape his lips.
“zaynie, what about your work…?”
he hummed and nuzzled your cheek.
“no thinking, my love. rest.”
and his warm voice made it sound easy, like he was offering you a vacation.
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Other Versions: Sylus / Xavier / Zayne / Caleb
Rafayel:
“We’ll always be friends right?” You remembered the little human girl with pigtails asking as you and Rafayel stood around her. All of you were children back then, playing together on the beach as you always had that summer.
“Of course!” Rafayel barked enthusiastically. Meanwhile, you only nodded, quietly watching them both giggle together.
You and Rafayel’s families have been close for generations. Your ancestors were always chosen as retainers for Rafayel’s noble family members. This is why you both were raised together. You were being primed to become his attendant. This fact made you believe you and Raf were bestfriends, but seeing how easily he and the human girl got along with each other, it made you question your belief. This tormented your 12 year old self, and you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling jealous. Why did Rafayel like her better than you? He only met her this summer, while you knew him your whole life!
“Y/N! Why are you standing there all grumpy! Come play!” Rafayel snarkily asked before approaching you and grabbing your hand. Your cheeks heated up from the contact, and you nodded and followed, like you always did. For the rest of that day, the three of you played for hours. Circling between swimming, making sculptures in the sand, playing tag, or playing make believe. As always, besides the ache from feeling like a third wheel, you had a fun time, laughing along with the other two.
By the end of the day, all three of you were out of breath. Sitting on the sand, watching the sunset, while enjoying the juice boxes MC brought. As you sipped on the tangy mango juice, you briefly looked to your side and saw MC and Rafayel leaning on each other. Speaking in hushed tones although they were in their own world. The pang in your chest returned, and all your young self could do was close herself off. Holding your knees to your chest, and looking at the sky, feeling alone and outside their orbit. After an hour passed, MC got up and wiped off the sand on her skin.
“It’s getting late. I have to go before they discover I left. I’ll see you both tomorrow, bye!” MC gave a wide grin before jogging away. You could see Rafayel pout as she left.
“I wish we could take her underwater with us. She’s my bride, we shouldn’t be separated.” You sighed before sitting right next to him and giving him an encouraging smile. Despite your feelings, he was your priority.
“I know, but we’ll see her tomorrow.” Rafayel whined before getting up and reaching out to you.
“Okay, let’s go home.”
…
Unfortunately, you were wrong. After that night, you both never saw that little girl again. You and Rafayel visited that beach several days straight after her disappearance, but she never came back. The longer she was gone, the more irritable Rafayel got. You tried to comfort him, and later to convince him to give up his waiting, but he remained stubborn and would lash out if you pushed too hard. You would both stay on that beach for hours, waiting for a girl that would never show up.
His stubbornness came to a head during a stormy day. Under the water, you could see the dark sky and the rapid waves. You knew it was too dangerous to go to the beach that day, but Rafayel wouldn’t listen. You begged and pleaded for him not to go, but he didn’t care. He had to see his bride no matter what. You saw his small form vanishing into the large waves, and your heart immediately dropped. You were afraid to chase after him, but you were his retainer. It was your job to protect him. So, you tried to follow behind him. Unfortunately, since you didn't possess the same godly powers he had, it was a lot more difficult, even with your tail. You were constantly pushed around by the swirling sea.
Miraculously, the waves shoved you to shore, but you could barely walk. The dizziness and exhaustion made you barely able to move. All you could do was crawl on the sand, desperately calling Rafayel’s name while the harsh winds blew rain and hail onto your weakened and freezing body. It felt like hours before you finally found him, sitting below a palm tree, curled up.
“Raf” You called before using your last ounce of strength to walk up to him and kneel next to him. He didn’t react to you, he sat there silently, while large pearls fell from his eyes.
“Raf, Raf, please we have to go home.” No response. You shook him aggressively. You were desperate to leave the beach. Since you’ve arrived, the sky has only darkened, the lightning was approaching, and the wind and rain had gotten too strong. “Raf, please! Look at me.” You grabbed his cheeks, forcing him to look directly into your panicked eyes.
“This is too dangerous, Raffie. We have to go home now, please.” You could feel the young sea god trembling in your hands.
“She promised me she would come back. Why would she abandon me?” You frowned and took a breath before hugging him as tightly as you could.
“I don’t know, but I’m here Raffie. I’ll always stay by your side.” Rafayel nodded slightly before returning your hug and nuzzling against you. Momentarily, you felt safe until you heard a monstrous cry. Both you and Raf quickly looked up. Appearing on the beach’s shore, blocking your exit was a beast covered in oceanic crystals. A creature you both recognized as a deluge wyrmlord. You looked at Raf and you could see his face go white. As part of your education, you both learned how to fight, and have defeated lower leveled wanderers before. However, nothing this strong. The monster seemed to be observing the two of you.
“What are we going to do Raf?”
“Wyrmlords usually attack from far away. We can’t fight it, we can only run. We need to split up and not look back ok?” You could hear your heart drumming in your ears, yet you bobbed your head, and looked to the young man for his signal. The moment he nodded back, you ran as fast as your small legs could take you across the beach, which wasn’t far. Your previous exhaustion and the cold sand freezing the skin of your legs and feet were debilitating. Every step was a struggle. Your feet would constantly either get stuck or freeze, but you had no other option. You had to push through. That meant even when the monster roared and began throwing crystals in both your directions, you moved forward with your heart skipping a beat after every dodge.
Towards the end, you were short of breath, but near the water, near to safety. You smiled at the prospect of being in the clear, when you heard a grunt from behind. You weren’t supposed to, but you glanced back and noticed Rafayel on the ground. He had slipped and was now stuck in the sand. You could see him desperately trying to free himself while the beast took notice. The wyrmlord twirled towards him, before sending another barrage of crystals in his direction. Your heart stopped. You had to make a quick choice. Abandon him and get help, or save him, disregarding yourself. The choice wasn’t hard.
With all the might you had left, you ran towards him and pushed him out of the way. Clearing him from the attack, but putting you directly in line with it. After hearing the whizzing of the crystals flying past you, you felt an excruciating pain. The last thing you recalled was squealing and Rafayel’s mortified face before blacking out.
…
The next time you woke up, you were back under the sea. Lying on your bed, all bandaged up with your parents, Rafayel’s parents, Rafayel himself, and your tutor around you. You sneaked a smile to Raf, but he only looked away ashamed. Your heart wrenched when you realized his eyes and nose were red and puffy from crying. You wanted to reach out and comfort him, but suddenly, your tutor started to speak.
“Y/N, Rafayel, you were extremely irresponsible.” He proclaimed looking down at you two with his arms crossed. You immediately felt a pit of shame in your stomach. “You both should know you aren’t supposed to be going to the land on your own. You are too young! It can be dangerous, and even worse, you both went during a storm! This is completely unacceptable.” Simultaneously, you and Rafayel bowed and apologized. Your parents all stayed silent, either fuming, or worried in the background. Meanwhile, your tutor glared and continued:
“And Y/N!” You flinched. “You are supposed to be Rafayel’s keeper. You should have known better and stopped him. How do you expect to be his retainer while being this reckless?” Rafayel furrowed his brow before standing up.
“It’s not her fault! I’m the one who pushed to go today, and the days before. She was just following my idea. I’m sorry, teacher, and I’m sorry Y/N.” Rafayel’s eyes were misty, as he bowed to you. You could feel your own eyes tearing up. You grabbed Rafayel’s hand and gave a reassuring squeeze.
After the storm, as children, you and Rafayel never went back to your beach again. Instead, you both left your childhoods behind and focused on the roles you were assigned. Spending day and night sharpening your minds and skills. You, being groomed to be Rafayel’s right hand and weapon with your new scars around your body being a reminder of your sacred duties. While, Rafayel was training to act as the remaining Lemurians’ Sea God. Everything was going to plan to the contentment of both your families, but your course in life changed when Rafayel’s parents died. You both were only 18.
It was a tragic affair. Even as his retainer, you weren’t given privy of the exact details. All you knew was, like so many Lemurians, his parents were victims of human greed. Killed for their scales and blood. After their death, Rafayel was different. For the first year after his parent’s death, he was despondent. He did everything as he was instructed by his tutors, but he was lifeless. Following orders and completing his responsibilities like a robot. You missed him terribly during that time. He barely spoke, or laughed. You would try interacting with him, but it felt like you were talking to a wall. It was lonely, but you still remained by his side. Sitting next to him, even when he refused to talk back and acknowledge your presence.
However, during that time, you noticed he started to pick up art, mostly painting. He did it briefly before, but he seemed more fascinated with it now. Multiple nights, you would watch him paint. Watching him paint strokes onto a canvas, feeling hypnotized by the angry movement. You admired the beautiful pieces he would create, but a part of you was disturbed as well. Initially, most of his pieces were realistic depictions of blood in the waves and sand, or bodies rotting in seawater. You watched cautiously, aware it was most likely a method to cope with the death around him, but it scared you. Had all his grief, abandonment, and responsibilities crushed and destroyed the boy you cared about?
Although it was bleak, you remained faithful and waited, until one day, you noticed his paintings transform. His paint strokes became less angry, instead more focussed and delicate. He stopped painting the sea in red, rather, they would be painted in beautiful hues of orange and pink. He even widened his subject scope. He started painting people, including you, different places like beautiful flower gardens, or cityscapes you’ve never seen in person. He would even answer when you asked him questions about his work while cracking a small smile. Your heart beamed with joy at his recovery, especially when he gave a quiet thank you for staying. You remembered the wobbly smile on your face, and tears building up in your eyes. Rafayel returned, but what you didn’t realize was that your Rafayel had a new goal in mind.
One day, out of the blue, he invited you to his study room that was converted to his personal studio. You entered the room, and it looked the same as usual. Messy, with paintbrushes and tools around the floor, and pieces scattered everywhere. In the middle of the room, you spotted Rafayel on a ladder working on his latest piece. You laughed to yourself, seeing his concentrated and scrunched up face, and moved to meet him while evading the clutter on the ground.
“Good Evening My Lord.” You bowed deeply while giggling as you saw Rafayel roll his eyes at your formalness. “How may I assist you today?” The man scoffed before climbing down the ladder.
“Can you please stop with the “my lord” address. We’ve known each other for 20 years, I thought we were past formalities at this point.” You chuckled again before leaning on the ladder. While relaxing, you glimpsed his new work. It was a beautiful slender, pale woman with warm hazelnut hair and eyes lying on the beach. She looked familiar.
“Beautiful isn’t it?”
“It is, who is that woman?” You asked, feeling suddenly irritated.
“You don’t recognize her?” You shook your head. “It’s my interpretation of what I believe MC looks like today. Actually, she’s why I wanted to speak to you.” You were hit with a wave of nausea as you sighed. Here he goes again with MC.
“What did you have in mind?” You asked robotically. Rafayel smirked before walking around the room, circling around you.
“I need your help with my current plan. I am leaving the sea, and going back to land.” Your eyes widened. Considering everything that’s happened, you couldn’t believe he would want to return there.
“Why? Isn’t it safer to stay here? You know how ruthless humans are with us Lemurians?” Rafayel’s lips pursed before continuing.
“I know, but I can’t stay underwater hiding away forever. I want to live, Y/N. I want to explore art further, not just by myself in this room. I need to be out there to help our people. Also, I need to find my bride, MC.”
Guess I wasn’t enough.
Disheartened, all you could do was stare down at the ground.
“If that’s what you want. Who am I to stop you.” All you could feel was sorrow from the news. You finally had your best friend back and he was going to abandon you for the land, for MC? You had the urge to escape, you bowed and were about to take your leave, but suddenly, Rafayel grabbed your hand.
“Impatient are we? I haven’t even finished. I want you to come with me?” He said it nonchalantly, but he was staring at you intensely.
“I don’t know Raf I-” His brow furrowed, and he had a small pout on his face. He looked absolutely adorable. You knew he was exploiting your weakness.
“Please, I need you Y/N. I won’t be able to do any of this without you. Please.” You sighed before firmly squeezing his hand.
“Of course I will help you. I’ll always follow your lead.”
…
A month later, you both packed up your bare essentials and moved to the surface. It was nerve-wracking, but luckily, Rafayel had inherited some money, properties, and vehicles from his parents. So, you both were able to easily get by. Although you both were lucky, neither of you laid around. Rafayel started training under the best artists on land, while you focussed on the tasks your boss demanded. Besides helping any Lemurian you could, your other goal was to find MC. You needed to keep an eye on her, and make sure Rafayel was updated.
Finding her wasn’t as difficult as you assumed it should have been. Searching online, and hacking various databases, you were able to pinpoint her in Linkon city. Apparently, she was studying to become a hunter, which should have been obvious to you considering her former obsession with Lumiere. Once you found her, as often as you could, you would watch her. Writing down every detail about her and relaying the information back to her groom.
Unfortunately, watching her made you more frustrated. When you both were younger, she was the cuter one with her rosy cheeks, large deer-like brown eyes and pigtails. Now, she was even more stunning. As Rafayel predicted, she was slender, tall, had porcelain perfect and unscarred white skin, long silky chocolate brown hair, and almond shaped eyes that matched.
The worst part was what Rafayel didn’t guess. She was courageous, strong, kind to all around her, and hilarious. You knew by her spitfire personality, she would match perfectly with Rafayel, and that was the biggest problem. You tried to deny it over and over, but your heart wouldn’t listen. As you both grew up, Rafayel also became more handsome and charming. Especially, when he stopped following what everybody else wanted and pushed for his own desires, while still willingly helping your people. He grew into himself and it made you fall hard. However, although your crush on Rafayel completely absorbed you, you kept it all under wraps. You forced yourself to realize the cruel reality. You were at most his friend. You would never be his bride, or the woman he loves. In fact, you kept repeating to yourself, one day, he will move on from you and pursue MC.
…
Unexpectedly, a few years passed and you were still waiting for your abandonment. Rafayel had stopped studying, and began his successful career. He was the new hottest artist in Linkon City. He was doing so well that he hired a manager, and had exhibits every month. You thought once his career took off, he would finally pursue MC, but even when she graduated and became a hunter, he refused.
Instead, he started acting strangely. The change started slowly. Surprisingly, the first thing to go was MC. You noticed he asked you to keep an eye on MC less frequently, until he stopped inquiring about her completely. It seemed he was content playing house with you since he insisted you both remain living together at his beautiful mansion next to the beach. You justified it by his need for his retainer, but he started demanding your presence when you had free time. Even pouting when you refused.
Another odd change was how he treated you. It was subtle. When you spoke to each other, he would be more flirty. Dropping in the occasional pet names. Joking around about “how you belonged to him”. He also always needed to be touching you. Either he would hold you in his arms, put his hand on your back when guiding you, or even just lay his head on you. You even caught him staring at you a few times. It all made you jittery. You loved the new attention, but you couldn’t deny the truth. You knew you were a temporary fix. Perhaps he believed he wasn’t good enough for MC, and decided to settle for you. You aren’t exactly sure why he wasn’t chasing her, but it hurt. You hated living in a fantasy, so you decided to push.
During the winter holidays, typically, it was just you and Rafayel, and sometimes Thomas’ or Talia’s family would join you. Otherwise, it would be you and Rafayel, huddling together, enjoying each other's company while drinking hot beverages. As your mind always did, as you had your head on his shoulder, watching the fireplace, you couldn’t stop wondering about MC. Your mind would spiral. Would Rafayel have enjoyed this moment more if it was his bride in his arms? The thought made you feel sick, and you couldn’t take it anymore.
You pushed yourself up from your seat on the couch and away from his hold. He looked at you quizzily.
“Someone looks sick, too much rum in your egg nog?” You crossed your arms as you stood in front of him.
“That’s not it, I just need to know. Why aren’t you pursuing MC?” Rafayel looked briefly at you shocked, before going back to his relaxed facade.
“Why? Are you that desperate to get rid of me?” You huffed.
“That’s not the point.” Strangely, he smiled more at your statement. “I’m just confused. You had me essentially stalking her for years. I gave you so much information on her, more than you actually need, so what gives? You aren’t scared are you?” Rafayel rolled his eyes.
“Puhlease! Do I seem the type to be easily intimidated? I just want to be sure before I try anything. You know us Lemurians don’t do things without complete dedication. I need to make sure I’m ready.”
Not ready?
“Rafayel I don’t understand you?!” You began taping your feet erratically. “I’ve given you all you need to be ready. What are you so unsure about? Honestly, this is starting to get annoying and a bit pathetic.” Rafayel placed a hand on his chest, aghast. You knew you were going too far, but years of frustration wouldn’t allow you to stop now.
“Excuse me Y/N?”
“You heard me.” You began to pace around the living room. “It’s pathetic. Playing house with a woman you don’t even love, while your true love, your bride is practically served to you on a plate! I’ve given you every advantage, every opportunity to chase her, but you refuse. I don’t understand, what are you so afraid of? Tell me so I can help you instead of pathetically accepting the bare minimum.” Rafayel glared at you, and you could see a tinge of light blue glowing in his eyes. You knew you pissed him off.
“Is that what you think of me? That I’m a pathetic loser, too scared to try?” Rafayel got off the couch, and standing much taller than you, looked down. “Fine, if I’m a pathetic loser, what does that make you?” He asked. You blanched and your throat dried up. You could feel your body cowering away.
“What-what do you mean?” You stuttered, backing away from his fiery presence.
He couldn’t have found out what I feel for him right?
“Come on, don’t act like you haven’t been holding yourself back too?” He jeered while cocking his head, analysing you as though you were an enemy. “I know you have feelings for me, yet you haven’t ever said anything either. Doesn’t that make you as pathetic as I am?” You suddenly felt dizzy, as though your world was turned to the wrong axis. You couldn’t breathe or think. All you thought of was escape. You started to hold yourself, and glared directly back, though intentional looking at his nose instead of his piercing sunset colored eyes.
“It’s different!”
“Really.” Rafayel scoffed with a predatory smirk. “How?” You could feel the years of resentment towards him, towards MC, and especially towards yourself finally coming loose.
“Because I never had a chance!” You saw Rafayel’s smirk quickly fade and his face distort to contemplation. “I’ve always known my place in your life Raffie. I am nothing more than your scarred retainer. I’m not your bride, or the woman you love. Me expecting more is foolish. So maybe I am pathetic, but at least I’m not a coward like you! If I thought I had a 1% chance of you loving me instead of MC, I would have done anything to have you! But, I’m not delusional, so don’t you compare us, it isn’t the same.” Rafayel’s eyes and mouth opened wide. You could see guilt in his gaze. He was pitying you. Despite the years in his service, being his right hand, now that he knows how you feel, he is looking down at you. The shame was too agonizing.
“Don’t you dare look at me that way!” You pointed at his pitiful face. “You know I’m right, but you refuse to accept it.” Your vision was getting blurry. You were begging yourself not to cry in front of him. “You know what! I don’t need this.”
Leave, leave, leave, leave, leave, leave, leave.
Briskly, you turned and walked away. While turning, you briefly saw his face turn pale and heard him calling your name, but you couldn’t face him anymore. You just needed to get out.
…
It had been a week since you last saw Rafayel. Since your departure, you’ve been renting a hotel room, hiding away from everyone. Unfortunately, you couldn’t resist checking on him. Daily, you would check his latest posts on his personal and business moments pages. He seemed fine and happy. By the posts you couldn’t tell, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he seeked MC out. You hoped for the best for him, but you were too embarrassed to face him after your tantrum and especially after he found out your secret.
For most of the week, all you did was lie down in your bed. You didn’t feel the need to eat or drink. You just lied there rotting away, unsure on what to do anymore. You had revolved your life so intrinsically into Rafayel’s. Without him you were lost. It was sad, but it’s how you were grown to be. You were like a parasite that lost its host. You knew he would prosper without you, but could you without him?
I really was the pathetic one huh?
On one such gloomy day, you were lying down. Feeling numb to everything around you and trying to think of what you should do next. You couldn’t stay in this hotel room forever. You thought about returning to the sea, but being the first retainer in your ancestry to abandon their master would make you a disgrace. You wouldn’t be accepted back by your family. You sighed while scrolling on your phone, when it began to ring. Thomas was calling you.
Why?
You wanted to ignore him, like every other call, but you had nothing better to do. You sighed and answered dully.
“Hey Thomas, what’s up?”
“Y/N, thank God you finally answered! Have you seen Rafayel?” This was a typical question, but you noticed panic in Thomas’ voice, which was unusual. Your heart began to race.
“I haven’t seen him in a week, why?”
“Y/N, he hasn’t been taking care of himself since you left. Now, he’s missing. I can’t find him anywhere!” Your body turned ice cold.
“Have you tried checking his location?”
“I tried, but his location was turned off for me! Can you check your phone?” While your fingers shook, you quickly clicked your location app. His location was still on for you.
Maybe he forgot to turn off his location when I left.
You took a deeper look and realized his phone was in a ditch.
…
After sending the location to Thomas, you drove as fast as you could to where he was. You were closer to this location, so you knew you would make it before Thomas. Immediately, as you drove in, you found his red Porsche sunk in a pool of mud and water. The driver’s seat was completely immersed. Your heart sank. You knew he couldn’t drown, but what if he was hurt.
“Raf!” You were petrified as you ran towards the car. You were about to dive into the filth, when you heard someone quietly call your name. Spinning around, you saw Rafayel, drenched in mud, sitting on the dirt beside the body of water. You were annoyed, but mostly relieved. Besides a few visible scratches, he looked ok.
“Raf, you idiot!” You yelled while pearls fell from your eyes. “You worried everyone! Why didn’t you call for help?” Rafayel frowned and shrugged.
“I don’t know. It’s just another shitty thing to happen. Honestly, I needed a break.” You groaned before sitting beside him, not caring about the dirt. Momentarily, you studied him before asking.
“Are you alright?” Rafayel nodded and laid down on the ground. You were repulsed.
He really shouldn’t be lying on the dirt like that.
Despite your disgust, you continued:
“Good, you scared me, you know that.”
“I thought you didn’t care about me anymore.” You sighed before turning towards him.
“I’m sorry for my outburst last time. You know I care about you, right? That’s the only reason I’m pushing you towards MC. Hell, do you think I would be willingly sitting in this mud if it wasn’t for the fact that I care.” Rafayel chuckled before turning to look at you as well. You could see his ears and cheeks turning pink.
“Y/N, you don’t know what it does to me when you say things like that. You are so clueless.” You pouted at the implication. He chuckled before gazing at you intently. “Do you want to know the truth, why I haven’t been pursuing MC?”
Did I really want to know?
You were dreading it, but you had to find out the truth. This is what you needed to snuff out any hope you had left.
“Why?”
“Because of you.” You raised your eyebrows.
“Me? What do I have to do with it? Did I do something wrong because if I did I-”
“No, you didn’t. I just hate waiting.” You cocked your head in confusion. “All this time, I feel like I’ve been constantly waiting for MC. Waiting for her to come back to me, but you never made me wait. You’re always there, beside me when I need you. Even now, you “left”, but you still came to my rescue. Also, you’re really hot, and kind, and loving, and smart, and you can kill someone in less than a minute. Which is also extremely hot.” You felt intense heat in your cheeks. He inched closer to you as he continued longingly. “What I am trying to say is that you are wonderful. I was so confused. I remember fragments of my past. I remember loving MC and her being my bride, but I don’t feel that way about her anymore. It’s you. I’m in love with you.”
Your eyes began to tear up. You could hear the cacophony of thuds from the pearls falling from your eyes to the ground.
“Are you sure?” Rafayel gave you a crooked smile and stroked your cheek.
“Of course I am. I love you Y/N.” You smiled widely, planted a kiss on his lips, and wrapped your arms around him. As you held him, you closed your eyes to savor the ecstasy, and could still feel his smile as you moved your lips against his. While kissing him, in your core, you felt a pleasant warmth. As time went on, the kiss converted from delicate and hesitant to more vigorous and desperate. He kissed you as though he was making up for the time you were apart. It was deliciously intoxicating. You felt his soft slender hands going under your shirt, inching closer to your chest. You wanted to beg for more, when you heard an awkward cough behind you. Immediately, you let go of Rafayel (to his chagrin) as a displeased manager came into view.
“Sorry to interrupt whatever is going on here.” Thomas scolded. “but you both shouldn’t just be sitting in the mud.” Rafayel groaned and rolled his eyes.
“Thanks Thomas, you sure know when to show up.”
“Well, sorry, but I would recommend you both get up while I call a tow truck.” You both nodded simultaneously before trying to get off the ground. Rafayel was able to easily, but the moment you stood, you lost your balance. Before you could fall on your face, Rafayel grabbed you by the waist and smirked.
“Are you alright baby?” Your face turned beat red as you hurriedly told him you were fine. “Good,” he whispered in your ear. “I wouldn’t want you to be hurt. There’s still a lot more we need to do together” You shivered before desperately agreeing. It was going to be a fun night.
…
2 Years Later…
As every art exhibit dedicated to your boyfriend Rafayel, you stood next to him to greet guests. Tonight, you were wearing a dark mauve, satin mermaid style dress. Initially, after Rafayel bought and begged you to wear the gown, you refused to wear it since it showed too much of your scar littered shoulders. However, after he successfully convinced you, via kissing every scar to make you understand how beautiful they were, you agreed. That is why you were in the dress, politely smiling at the strangers around you. It was kind of boring, until you heard a familiar voice calling your names.
“Y/N? Rafayel?” You immediately paled. There she was, MC, standing in front of you both, like a main lead in a drama. Her hair messily tied in a ponytail, wearing her hunter uniform. Looking effortlessly radiant. You did your best and gave her a wobbly smile, but a wave of nausea was kicking in.
“MC, I didn’t think you would remember us.”
Is this where it all ends?
“How could I forget you both? I missed you guys so much. Also may I add, I am so sorry I never returned to our beach. A lot happened during that time, but I always wondered about you two. So, what’s new?” You felt an aching pushing and pulling in your head. Should you tell her about your relationship with Rafayel? Would he want you to? Should you leave them alone together to talk? Your mind drew blank with what to say, so you just started talking:
“Nothing really muc-”
“Y/N and I are dating.” Rafayel declared proudly while squeezing your hand. Your eyes widened in shock, as MC’s brown eyes lit up at the news.
“Really?! Oh my gosh congratulations!” MC did a little hop, before giving you both a brief hug. “ I always knew you two were perfect for each other, even as kids.” You were flabbergasted. Years ago, you used to laugh bitterly anytime anyone said you and Rafayel were meant to be. Now, looking at how he claimed you so boldly with a humongous grin on his face, you don’t think you could deny it any longer. With a similarly large smile and heat in your cheeks you thanked her:
“Thank you MC. I guess we truly are perfect together, don’t you think Rafayel?” Rafayel laughed before placing a delicate kiss on your knuckle and looking deeply into your eyes.
“We really are.” He then turned back to MC. “Which is why we’ll be getting married soon.” You gasped.
i know caleb would love having a chronically ill s/o. one that he can keep in his house all the time and dote on. caleb loves to feel needed. he needs to care for you in every way. he needs you to rely on him. if you're stuck in bed then you have no choice but to allow him to care for you.
and he'd be so sweet too. you'd have your every need met. he always picks up your medications and keeps them right at your bedside. heating pads, ice packs, mobility and pain aids are always available and close by. you don't have to lift a finger in caleb's house. he cooks you all your favorite meals and makes sure they're full of all the nutrients you need to have you feeling your best. he loves caring for you. you're never a bother to him.
that being said, he treats you like you're made out of glass. you don't get to do anything by yourself. leaving the house is something you have to do with caleb, but he doesn't have lots of time outside of work, which means you're stuck in the house all day. this lack of interaction with the outside world can make caleb's care feel... suffocating.
the thing is, he's just so lovely you can't help but feel bad for the thoughts you have. you know caleb is doing all he can to keep you safe and comfortable. he puts in so much effort into making sure you feel well and have your needs met.
caleb knows what he's doing. he knows the power dynamic here. he loves it. he has you all to himself and completely reliant on him, and you have no choice but to give in. you even feel guilty for having any desire to be away from him. he has things exactly how he's always wanted.
Hii it's me again☺️ (I have sended you an ask while your request were closed because I was afraid of forgetting the idea).
I have been wondering to myself what would be the LI's (but soft yanderes) would react to the MC being completely obssesed over them. Like they are doing their yandere stuff and trying to figure it out how to take her to the home they build for her and MC found out their plan just to turn to them and:
MC: Why were you trying to lure me🤨? You could just have asked silly!😍🥰
LI: 🤡... Okay them😃❤️!
So this basically them being a red flag (Due to the yandere stuff) and MC being colorblind because she is as obssesed as they are over her.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ yandere mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ tw ꩜ possessive and obsessive behavior! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚i'm afraid i wouldn't exactly oppose if they were to take me away from everything and everyone ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ loved, loved, loved this request! thank you so much, baby ♡
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
he built a house for you, out of a silly sketch you did a while ago; one you barely remembered making.
lines drawn absentmindedly with colored pencils while you daydreamed, imperfect proportions, lots of dumb, wild ideas overlapping…
the kitchen was the color you wanted, it had all the rooms you drew, it also had an underground, cozy space with all of your favorite things, so you wouldn't ever want to go out ever again.
everything was ready; the plan, the gentle, persuasive “kidnapping”, your future life by his side, forever and ever…
yet he still needed to get you to trust him even more.
he knew you had a small crush on him, that much was obvious to him.
the way your eyes lingered, the way your voice softened when you spoke to him.
that was why he was so certain you were destined to be together.
but you also got far too nervous whenever he was close, always fidgeting, always finding excuses to leave.
so he needed to lure you in slowly, carefully.
he invited you countless times to his house, only for you to panic and run away.
little did he know that his invitations made your heart beat furiously, and that you had to restrain yourself…
being inside his house?
with his scent enveloping you?
getting to… to touch his things?
my god, my god! it was too much!
you knew you wouldn't control your impulses to knock him down and take him with you, so you'd rather escape him and his puppy, pleading eyes.
however, enough was enough, and caleb couldn't bear being away from you much longer.
as you were sitting on your usual bench after a long day, he came to you, bringing your favorite snack and a happy smile on his handsome face.
he knew your routine, so you weren't surprised. if anything, you were so happy to see him that your entire demeanor brightened up.
his lips met your cheek as he kneeled between your legs, the sunset making him look even more dreamy.
your breath hitched, he grinned.
“you know, baby… i really want you to come over today. i won't try anythin' funny if that's what's worryin' that pretty head of yours.”
he was hopeful, anxious, willing to do anything for you to give in.
you were… also hopeful, anxious, willing to do anything for him.
in fact, you wanted him to try funny things.~
“lebbie, i don't know… what are we going to do there?”
he gently caressed your arms, bringing you that sense of security you so much needed and craved from him.
“there's this new movie i've been wantin' to watch, but i think i'll enjoy it more with you by my side.”
you melted under his gaze and his bright eyes.
you couldn't possibly refuse, so you said yes after a few seconds of silence, making him hug you so, so sweetly.
today is the day, you thought… and so did he.
hand in hand, you headed to the lion's den, your poor, little heart thumping like never before.
you took in the fresh scent lingering around the furniture, his organized space, all the things his strong hands touched…
and as your eyes darted around, you looked for anything heavy that could knock him down.
caleb, on the other hand, was ready to convince you to follow him to what was going to be your new home, because his pretty baby had to be forever by his side, away from the dangerous outside world.
he gently pulled you by the waist, his warm eyes softening only for you.
but, before he could even start, you squeaked and stepped back, overwhelmed by his amazing, reassuring touch and his lips being… so, so dangerously close.
you wanted to devour him.
“i, uh… bathroom! can i use your bathroom, please?”
you mumbled, and he stepped back, giving you space.
anything for his baby.
“of course, angel. the last door on your right.”
and in no time, you rushed down the hallway, locking yourself inside the bathroom.
your skin felt hot to the touch, and you started to get dizzy, until you spotted his towels.
you approached with unsure steps, inhaling the lingering body wash and scent they carried, growing more and more flustered, but managing to ground yourself a little.
you couldn't carry on with your plan to get him all to yourself, not when you were being so clumsy and shy.
you had to wash your face and take a deep breath afterwards so you could finally exit the bathroom.
as you did, you noticed a door slightly ajar, and curiosity became bigger than your respect for someone's privacy.
you gently pushed the door open and stepped inside, eyes struggling to focus as it was way too dark.
with shaky hands, you turned on a switch, and…
you froze in place.
dozens upon dozens of pictures of you; sleeping, eating, walking.
at least fifty high-tech monitors that showed your location and the multiple rooms inside your house.
your missed panties carefully folded over a small desk full of other trinkets, most of which you recognized as items you had randomly lost.
stockings, hair ties, hand lotions, brushes…
the room smelled like your perfume, and it had your name spelled out over the walls, with various letter cutouts from magazines and newspapers.
in the middle, you saw the model of your “ideal home,” the one you made for funsies and that caleb asked to borrow as a reference for a work of his.
the very same he used to build your perfect and new forever house.
beside the model, there was a key with a pretty keychain of your favorite color.
that could only mean…
“got lost, angel? this isn't the livin' room.”
you jumped as his breath met your ear, turning around with a mix of adrenaline and shame.
his expression, however, was unreadable.
he didn't know how you were going to react, and he needed to be sure which step to take before everything got ruined.
silence ensued as you both locked intense gazes.
he stepped closer; you stepped back.
not out of fear, but out of self-control.
“you found my… special room. pretty, isn't it?”
you quickly nodded.
he smiled.
the tension became unbearable, you could barely breathe properly.
“you… you're obsessed,” you whispered, certain of said statement. there was no way to deny it.
“in love, angel. i'm in love,” he corrected, walking and walking forward, until your back hit the shrine behind you.
next to the wall behind him, you saw pictures of a house.
your ideal house, for that matter.
you gasped. the key, the model… he really built a house for you?
the one you always dreamed about?
like, he actually used your drawing?
he followed your gaze, his eyes darkening ever so slightly.
again, he wasn't sure if you were terrified, disgusted, or about to run away from him.
but when you approached the wall with wide, amazed eyes, he cocked his head to the side.
you were far too close to the door.
you could escape if you wanted to.
he approached to quietly close it, but just then, you turned around to face him, almost out of breath.
“take me there!” you asked —no, begged.
caleb barely had time to process your words before you started twirling around, taking in every careful, deliberate detail he had added to the walls.
your voice was bright, giddy, almost as cheerful as your attitude, which made him study you intently.
“you actually built my dream house… for me, for us!” you stopped right in front of him, hands finding his as if you were finally allowing yourself to touch something you considered divine and out of reach. “did you add the garden? and… oh! and the huge pool? does it have the two rooms for our future pets?”
he parted his lips to speak, but you kept jumping, unable to hide how thrilled you were.
“are we going to live there forever, and ever, and eeeever? just the two of us? yes?”
his lips finally curled up in a smile, full of disbelief but pure happiness.
“that's the plan, angel… though, i thought you were going to need more persuasion...”
you quickly shook your head, clinging to his torso.
“take me away! now! i don't want to worry about anything anymore, i just… i want to be yours and stay with you aaaall day long.”
his arms quickly pulled you closer, heart beating like crazy. you fit perfectly against his arms, now even more as you gladly accepted —or rather, begged for— your new shared home.
you nuzzled his chest, he kissed your head, and when you looked up, you found his eyes waiting for yours.
your cheek remained squished against his strong pectorals.
“and to think i was going to knock you out and drag you far, far away with me…” you faintly whispered.
his grip tightened around you, and his smile became amused; not surprised nor horrified like you expected.
“you were?”
you nodded quietly, closing your eyes and inhaling his delicious scent.
“mhm… but i like this plan better, lebbie. this is the best day ever.~”
right there, in the middle of the room that hid caleb's madness and obsessive love, his one and only baby held him for dear life.
it was like a dream come true.
the world was certainly going to be safer without the two maniacs in love roaming around…
and the two maniacs in love were going to be much safer inside a beautiful, secluded love nest, far away from anything and everything that could tear them apart.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
he was as excited as he was cautious.
his attitude remained charming, playful; not a single display or gesture out of place.
he had to be reliable and constant, so you wouldn't suspect a thing when he finally took you away from your mundane, tragically boring life.
behind some sea caves, securely placed where no one would find it, he hid your soon-to-be home, one with a beautiful sight of the sea, and the constant visit of little creatures like sea turtles and baby dolphins.
it was just the perfect retreat for both of you, and he would do anything to get you where he wanted.
during a lovely, summer day, he called you to come over so you could help him out with some stuff.
he didn't give out many details, but you accepted anyway, being the sweetheart that you are.
and, of course you would agree.
you would do anything for raffy; you were so happy to be around him, and even more so when he asked for your help and praised you afterwards.
you loved him so, so much, you would move mountains if he asked you to.
plus, being around his art and his creative work was a privilege not everyone was graced with.
he was truly a mastermind.
as you fidgeted with your hands, waiting for him to open the door for you, you heard his familiar footsteps and your heart started jumping like crazy.
he opened up with that soft, kind smile of his, his eyes crinkling slightly.
his skin was perfect, his eyes were perfect, his hair looked perfect, his hands looked—
“come on in, cutie.”
his melodic voice took you out of your trance and lured you inside.
you thanked him and stepped in, your eyes now reflecting your wonder and awe when you spotted his works in progress and random sketches.
however, you remembered why you were here, so you turned around to look at him expectantly.
“so… what do you need help with, raffy?”
he circled you, light as a feather, sharp as a panther; his eyes still gentle and inviting, but his lips curled up in a way you've never seen before.
he was no longer chasing you; he already had you right where he wanted.
“hm, i just needed some inspiration… and your presence happens to inspire me a lot.”
a soft giggle escaped from your lips; a very mild reaction compared to how shaky your legs had become, and how you wanted to bite him all over.
“can i at least help you by bringing you something? paints? uhm… water?”
he smiled at your eagerness, and with a soft nod of his head, he gestured inside a room where he usually kept his stuff —when it wasn't scattered around.
you walked that way immediately, humming a cheer tune to yourself.
you were going to help him create something magical. even if it wasn't going to be explicitly seen, his work would have something of yours, something only raffy and you would know about.
he would be inspired by you!
you wondered if he would tell the masses about his source of inspiration.
the thought alone made you tremble with excitement.
you gathered some pretty paints and bottles with pigments, as well as some water for his brushes in a cup.
however, as you walked back to him, you tripped over a misplaced, rolled up canvas of sorts that was hidden under a table.
thankfully, nothing fell from your hands, nor did you end up on the floor, but you did feel like placing the canvas better so he wouldn't trip either.
you put everything away and crouched down, gently moving the canvas which was way heavier than you anticipated.
as you dragged it away, it suddenly unrolled, revealing what seemed like a vision board of sorts, made with sketches, pretty trinkets glued on, and pictures.
lots of pictures.
it was huge too, so much so that you had to stand up and back away so you could focus on every little detail.
you were certainly intruding inside raffy's most private thoughts and dreams; vision boards usually show a collage of pictures, phrases and things that can motivate you to achieve your goals or visualize them.
yet all of the things you saw… were either yours, or related to you.
cute selfies, polaroid pictures you took together, cutesy things you gave him.
you were ecstatic.
he actually kept all of these things and treasured them so beautifully?
you kept looking, feeling your skin getting warmer and warmer. you couldn't believe your eyes!
the more and more you looked, however, the more your smile faded.
some pictures you didn't remember taking.
some others were a bit blurry, as if taken from a distance.
you didn't remember ever showing him your pajamas, and you certainly didn't remember letting him inside your bedroom.
your eyes focused on some pretty pictures of a gorgeous beach house, a bit secluded, but breathtaking nonetheless.
underneath, he added little notes.
“our house,” “our new kitchen,” “our new bedroom,” and even a date, which happened to be today.
you stepped back, a soft, breathless giggle coming out of your parted lips. you covered your mouth, eyes glimmering with a mix of adoration and shock.
he kept you…
he kept everything.
he's seen you; he's been in those private moments you thought yours, he's been capturing you and framing you so beautifully, like a work of art.
your giggles became almost manic as you kept looking, and said sound caught raffy's attention.
that, and the fact that you were taking far too long to bring paint buckets and a glass of water.
he stepped inside the room, frame leaning against the doorframe.
he took in the scene in front of him, yet he wasn't angry.
he was resigned.
his secret was right there; laid out and exposed.
“you weren't supposed to see that yet, cutie,” he said, his tone almost disappointed.
you jumped and looked up, eyes going wide.
“raffy…”
you needed to apologize… but you didn't want to. you discovered something gorgeous, something so fulfilling and perfect.
you didn't regret a thing.
he sighed, stepping closer.
“my, i wanted it to be a big surprise,” he raised his arms dramatically, walking behind you with light steps. “i wanted it framed and beautifully placed over our bedpost at our new home.”
his voice now warmed up your ear as he leaned down.
“i should've prevented certain… accidents from happening. my bad, cutie.”
you spun around to look at him, your heart skipping a beat with each word he spoke.
“our… our new home, raffy?”
the pictures you saw on his vision board made more sense now. the kitchen, the bedroom, the amenities and the location.
the date, however…?
he cornered you without you even noticing it, his hands securing you in place as your witty mind started to piece everything together.
he couldn't risk you getting cold feet, nor would he allow it.
“yes, our house, our little abode,” he whispered, eyes looking for yours. “i've been dreaming about this day, my pearl. but today? today things will become real.”
oh.
he was going to take you...
your eyes traveled all around the room as your mind raced.
sharing a house with him?
a house he built around your necessities?
getting away from everyone and everything?
being hidden, secluded, locked up and away from the real world?
…with him?
your eyes met his again.
he waited.
and you finally smiled, as bright as the sun itself.
hell yeah.
“can we go right now?”
you softly asked, and his eyes went wild with satisfaction.
oh, you sweet, perfect little thing.
out of all the possible scenarios he considered, this was the most perfect, ideal one.
you were already shaking with excitement; he could tell.
your eyes were lit up, your smile was genuine, and your expression had this glint; a glint he's seen in his own reflection whenever he thought about you.
obsession.
you craved to be forever by his side, as much as he did.
you were picturing peaceful, long days by his side, wearing his shirts as he worked on his masterpieces: masterpieces inspired by you.
you were also picturing not having to worry about a thing, except for taking care of baby turtles and letting them get to the sea safely.
no neighbors, no strangers, no expectations.
just love, daily kisses, and peace.
his forehead leaned against yours, and he closed his eyes, a shaky laugh coming out of his lips.
“i knew you'd understand, my pearl. don't you worry about a thing, i'll take care of everything,” he then kissed the tip of your nose. “you won't miss them, will you?”
you tilted your head softly as his gaze locked on you again.
“them? there's no one else but you in my mind, raffy.”
and that was it.
that was everything he needed to hear, what made him a hundred percent certain that you were choosing him without a doubt.
“let's go home then, cutie.”
hand in hand, you both walked away from everything without a second thought.
the normal world was dull, unnecessary…
but the world he was offering you?
full of color and never-ending love, built specifically for you, and as carefully planned as the vision board that finally made you see the beautiful truth.
neither of you were losing your freedom; you were meeting with the life you were meant to live.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
sylus handled these matters himself.
he didn't believe in sending people over to check on you, he also didn't believe in monitoring you through screens.
no.
he wanted to follow you, to check on you, to pry information out of your pretty lips with his own charm and efforts.
no one else could know you; no one else could invade your privacy, not even his loyal mephisto.
he would kill whoever got that close, first of all, so it was better for everyone if he got all the information himself.
with time, he gained your trust and affection, so things got surprisingly easier for him.
he didn't consider, however, that said proximity came tainted with something darker; with something just as obsessive.
something beneficial not only for him, but… also for you.
you were lurking after him as well.
but oh, the sweet irony, none of you were aware of how sickly in love you were with each other.
that would've saved weeks after weeks of stalking, asking, searching, especially since he lurked at night, and you did so during the day while he rested.
however, fate couldn't keep you away, so one sunny morning, as you “visited” his base, you took the liberty to explore and look around your soon-to-be husband's place.
every room, every piece of evidence of his good taste and his hard work…
his clothes, his bed, his sleeping figure and god-like body.
fuck.
you wanted him to wake up to a body full of your marks, your lips, your teeth.
you wanted to lock him up for yourself, to show him how loved he could be, to be the perfect spouse and fulfill his life with anything and everything money couldn't get him.
before you decided to tie him up and drag him across the floor, you decided to keep looking around for a few more minutes, until your eyes caught a pretty key, perfectly placed over his bedside table.
it had a crimson gem on top and an intricate pattern you traced with your index finger.
naturally, you had to find out which lock it would open, and as if fate itself was pushing you, you stepped over a loose tile under the rug, one that made you freeze.
with quiet movements, you pulled the rug up and found a lock over the tiles, which, much to your surprise, opened a trapdoor and revealed elegant stairs.
now, you wouldn't usually be so stupid as to go down to a secret basement by yourself; but it didn't look creepy nor dark.
in fact, a sweet scent lured you in, as well as pretty lights and a seemingly pristine environment, as if he cleaned it every day.
you went downstairs as carefully as possible, and what you found made you audibly gasp.
it wasn't a dungeon, it wasn't a secret prison nor a torture chamber, as one would think.
it was a whole room dedicated to you.
the walls had your favorite color, there were thousands of books carefully placed in gorgeous bookshelves, and your favorite scent lingered in every corner of the room.
the sofa seemed a little bit worn out, but still in excellent condition; seemingly because he spent a lot of time down here, sitting down and admiring the thousands of pictures he framed on the wall.
yes, framed.
each of them had a small plaque with a date and a small annotation of his, and when you looked closer, you realized most of the pictures weren't even compromising.
most of them were of you smiling, of you enjoying yourself at your favorite spot, or of you engaging in one of your hobbies.
they should feel invasive, but in your mind, they were appreciative.
he wasn't claiming those moments as his; he was admiring them as he would his favorite paintings.
you kept walking, and although curiosity always killed the cat, you knew cats would always be safe inside this man's house.
you stopped in front of a wardrobe, the doors slightly ajar. when you got your sneaky hands on it, your eyes lit up.
thousands of shopping bags, luxurious brands whose names you couldn't pronounce without sounding ridiculous, things you remembered looking at while you were shopping, but instantly stepping back when you saw the ludicrous price tag…
they were obviously for you, there was no doubt.
you smiled brightly, feeling like a kid on christmas morning, until your hands brushed against a rolled-up paper well hidden between the bags.
a contract.
was it a contract with the devil himself?
not quite, but pretty similar.
it was the purchase agreement of a house.
the price had so many zeros you had to squint your eyes in case you were seeing things.
the location was unknown, probably a safety precaution in case you found the contract earlier and wanted to snoop around.
which was exactly the case.
nonetheless, it was under your name. not his; yours.
and the only thing left to do was adding your signature, something he was probably waiting for.
where the hell did he keep the pens? you needed to sign right now.
this man was obsessed and enamored, so much so that he bought you a house, and the price alone let you know it had to be a masterpiece of a place.
“here, sweetheart,” he spoke, handing you his favorite sleek, black pen.
you thanked him out of habit, taking the pen gently, before squealing and looking up, heart jumping out of your chest.
“sylus!”
he was right there, standing by your side with an amused expression.
quiet as a predator, since you didn't hear him coming downstairs, but not intimidating in the slightest.
“are you sure you wish to sign the contract without reading the fine print first?”
you looked down at the paper between your hands, before meeting his gaze again.
what could he possibly have hidden that would make you back away from signing?
would he abduct you and lock you inside the house with him forever and ever?
would he make you sign a contract that would make you stay by his side for life, away from responsibilities?
would he make you stop working, studying and force you to be spoiled rotten?
sounded like paradise, honestly.
you tapped the pen against the paper as you read it again, not really bothering to understand it at all.
whatever was inside, you would take it like a champ.
“yeah, i'm sure,” you pressed the contract against the wardrobe, and just then, your brain clicked.
you realized what you were about to do; almost as if the previous excitement now cleared up, and you became conscious again.
you were about to have your own house.
you were about to sign inside a room the man you've been obsessing over had dedicated to you entirely.
had he planned this?
was the key left visible on purpose?
was he aware of how curious you were?
hell, what was he waiting for?
was he… willing to coax you or manipulate you into signing the contract?
that would've been so hot.
maybe he wanted to tie you up and take you there…?
you giggled manically, staring at the contract as your mind raced with more and more ideas.
sylus stepped closer, a bit curious as to why you weren't signing, but you quickly moved the pen. a few scratches later, and the house became yours.
a house you would bring him to.
your eyes found his with a new kind of intensity, as something passionate had been unleashed.
“you're coming to live with me, right?”
you stepped closer. something inside of you told you that it had been his plan all along, but you wanted to make sure.
you wanted him to say it; to admit he'd been wanting to take you away.
you took his hands, awaiting like a caged animal for him to speak, shaking from the anticipation.
he didn't answer right away; too busy studying you and this unexpected outcome.
“i was going to convince you, kitten,” he spoke, as direct as he could be.
you arched an eyebrow.
“come on, i need more than that. were you going to kidnap me? tie me up? lock me up somewhere?”
not an ounce of fear escaped your lips. if anything, he could sense your desperation and child-like wonder.
as if the idea… excited you.
“you thought i wouldn't agree to coming with you to a secluded house that is god knows where, for god knows how long? were you going to trick me by adding weird things on the contract that i wouldn't know of until it was too late?”
you stepped closer and closer, until his back hit the wall.
“you clearly needed to investigate further, sy. there's nothing i want more than to have you all to myself… and vice versa.”
he stared at you, at how close you were, how your chest rose and fell rapidly.
“you could've just asked, sylus… you can still tie me up if you want. please, take me,” you whispered, hands finding his chest. “take me away, forever away, yeah?”
you mewled desperately, afraid that he would backtrack, the same way he was afraid of you getting cold feet.
but there was no hesitation in your voice.
no fear, no disgust.
apparently, he could do anything to keep you by his side, and you would gladly accept it.
maybe because you were obsessed with him… or because you were capable of doing the same despicable things.
the little bit of restraint he had left disappeared, and he lifted you up in his arms with no struggle at all, firmly holding the contract as well, for it was the key to his new, promising future by your side.
sadly, there were no cages, no ties, no coaxing or dubious agreements.
just two predators that had been circling each other for way too long, who would finally enjoy each other's insane amount of love and devotion.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
xavier was growing restless.
he wanted to have you by his side, but it would kill him to drug you or drag you somewhere you didn't want to be.
you were his angel, his sweet starlight, the one he had been protecting and keeping safe from the world and its dangers.
he'd been plotting and struggling, night after night, and sleep, whom he considered to be his best friend, had abandoned his body.
it was easy for him to disappear and take your things to the new, safe place he'd built for you, but he was still battling with the plan.
it was also easy for him to simply take you until you understood his reasoning, but no.
he had to do it the right way.
but, how?
how would he convince you to go with him and never come back again?
would you give up your autonomy and independence for him?
would you understand how much he loves you?
it was a big sacrifice, after all.
but it was out of love and the need to have you all to himself, because he's the only one in the entire galaxy who knows how to appreciate you and make you feel loved.
however, as he struggled with many doubts and a self-control that was starting to shatter, you were observing.
you, his innocent baby, taking advantage of his obliviousness to check on him through the bunny plushy you gave him a while ago.
why was he so upset?
what could possibly be angering your sweet xavi?
why wouldn't he call you to make him feel better?
you should've added a microphone to the plushy, but oh well.
at least you could see him and go visit him “out of the blue,” as you were just “walking by,” right?
and that was exactly why you stood behind his door, fidgeting with your hands as you waited for him to open up.
he was surprised to see you, but also thrilled.
his gaze softened, and he guided you inside with a gentle hold on your lower back.
you looked at him, and your eyes saddened immediately.
the camera didn't quite show just how tired and agitated he was, but now you could see it.
you didn't like it.
“xavi, are you okay? you look like you haven't slept,” you leaned in. he looked up, eyes going slightly wide.
you noticed.
he didn't want you to suspect a thing, but he… he couldn't lie to you.
not when you were so adorably concerned.
“have you been sleeping at all?”
he didn't answer verbally, but when his gaze traveled to the side, you knew he hadn't.
why?
what was keeping him up all night?
was it you?
it had to be you.
otherwise…
your hands gripped the sofa you were now sitting on as your mind started racing.
“xavi, talk to me.”
but he didn't.
he just stood up, kissed your forehead, and told you he had to leave, that you'd come just when he was a little bit busy.
fuck, fuck, FUCK!
you stood up abruptly, forcing a smile as you watched him walk to the door.
your right eye was twitching, your hands were clenched.
“you can stay if you want, star. i won't take long.”
xavier needed to escape, to breathe.
he needed to be away from you and that sweetness, because he was about to make you sleep —however he could— and carry you away forever.
he, however, didn't expect you to follow him.
you had to.
where was he going with such urgency while you were with him?
who was he going to meet?
who was more important than you?
who, who, who?
xavi, modest as he was, got on the subway, and you quietly followed.
one stop, two stops, six… ten…
the subway got more and more empty, and the crowd disappeared, making it hard for you to hide.
thankfully, though, he finally got off in a part of town you had never visited before, yet he seemed familiar with it.
he walked and walked, going through alleys, tunnels, narrow streets, until he stopped by a small street with cute, little houses.
one of them had pretty blue flowers all over, naturally well taken care of, and that was the one whose door he opened.
you waited for a few minutes before peeking inside the windows.
you couldn't see much; just a house being painted and renovated inside.
no other person in sight, but you couldn't see xavier either.
the anxiety was consuming you, so you had to be reckless and enter.
with two little jumps, you managed to climb through a window and gently land inside, taking in the pretty yet empty place.
it smelled like paint, fresh lavender, and new furniture.
the basement door was open, and, like any crazy person would do, you took your shoes off and walked downstairs as quietly as a mouse to see what was going on.
at first glance, you felt like passing out.
it was a beautiful sight, yes.
but it was meant for someone to live in.
who?
the soft pillows, the cozy atmosphere, the blankets you thought had disappeared into thin air, carefully placed over a huge bed…
wait.
your blankets?
and some of the clothes he'd offered to wash when your washing machine broke down?
your shoes and socks?
and… was that your favorite book next to the bed?
oh my gosh.
oh my gosh!
this was meant to be your space!
you squealed as you rushed to the poor, unfocused xavier, who had come here to think and get his shit together after almost losing control.
his possessiveness was getting out of control, and he didn't want you to witness that.
however, he turned around far too late, as you were already tackling him onto the bed and bouncing over him, completely ecstatic.
“this is amazing, xavier! is this going to be our home? is this our bedroom? can i help you decorate the rest of the house?”
he looked up at you with wild eyes, lips parted in surprise.
your giggles echoed across the room he'd kept hidden from you, the very same one he had been preparing for months and that had kept him awake.
you finally stopped bouncing and rested on top of his body, legs swinging behind you in the air as you played with his hair.
“you know, i've seen you suffering a lot lately. you've been going in and out, in and out… you've been visiting lots of shopping websites, yet i couldn't tell what you were planning to do!”
he remained quiet, not quite understanding.
“and then i thought you were going to meet someone else, so i had to follow you… but now i get it!” you nuzzled his neck, holding him tight. “you were planning this for us! …right?”
you looked at him again, expectantly.
he didn't know how to feel.
ideally, he should've been relieved, since he wouldn't have to lie anymore nor hide his plan.
however, he didn't know if you were going to like the whole truth and the lengths he was capable of going to.
and as soon as your eyes narrowed, he spoke.
“yes. i've been… i've been planning this for months. i want you to live here with me, forever.”
your face lit up with the brightest smile.
“you want to lock me in here? and… and we will only interact with each other for the rest of our lives?”
xavier nodded, his hands now hovering over your waist in case you wanted to flee and he had to hold you in place.
however, that never happened, because you clung to him as if he had just proposed to you, your whole body almost vibrating with how thrilled and excited you were.
no more hidden cameras, no more stalking, no more worrying about him talking to other people, —which was rare— and no more being away from your perfect prince charming.
“i get to have you all to myself now…”
you whispered against his ear, a possessive tone he couldn't miss.
his azure eyes darkened right then.
no way.
were you as possessive as he was?
that thing he was trying to avoid, that little thing he tried to control, that one thing he also shared with you and didn't know how to feel about, since he'd been working himself up day and night…
he hugged you, pressing your body against his before reversing your positions until he was over you.
his weight didn't seem to bother you at all, because you looked at him with delight, your arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close.
“just you and me… as it should always be,” he whispered back, his lips finding your jawline. “you'll never get to leave. i won't let you.”
your smile turned into a mischievous grin as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
“not that i'll ever want to, xavi~” you softly said, tilting your head to grant him more access. “i'll never let you go, either. never, ever…”
he couldn't believe how easily his plan unraveled.
hadn't you followed him, would this be happening?
was it the jealousy that made you so eager to stay here with him, or were you just as obsessed as he was?
maybe the stars aligned in his favor, and now he had you right where he wanted you?
he didn't know for a fact yet, but you two would have plenty of time to catch up and discover those little details neither of you managed to… stalk yet.
after all, only an eternity would be long enough for two destined lovers to enjoy themselves.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
oh, poor, poor zayne.
he was fighting against himself; against everything he knew was morally correct.
logic fought against feelings, reason fought against passion, ethics fought against love.
how could he possibly tear your life apart because of his selfishness?
how could he drag you away from your inner circle, the life you're used to, the things you've fought to build, just so he could have you under his care all the time?
he wouldn't stop working, that was certain, so you would stay inside a safe place by yourself, until he came back home to you, like… like some kind of neglected pet.
and he couldn't bear it.
however, he couldn't imagine you being in danger, all by yourself, facing a world that had become so volatile, so dangerous, so unapologetic, and violent.
he couldn't lose you…
but he couldn't control you, either.
his brain and heart were in constant war, and he couldn't even focus on simple tasks anymore.
still, he found himself buying, ordering custom-made furniture, filling up cabinets with medicine, healthy foods, checking on the beautiful house he purchased every night just to assure everything was perfect.
and most of the time, he did it out of instinct, not really realizing what he was doing, and how a plan was unconsciously starting to unravel.
you knew something was going on, mostly because you spent your days visiting him and making sure he wasn't overworking himself.
you loved him to death, and you promised yourself you'd do whatever was necessary to push unnecessary stress away from your dear zaynie's life.
but making him talk was even harder than keeping up with him and his seemingly normal routine.
he wouldn't want to worry you, so he never talked about his problems out loud, especially not this one, which had to do with you.
besides, he was way too sneaky to have slip-ups, so there were no hidden rooms for you to find, no mysterious keys, no candid pictures nor a cute shrine.
nothing.
his devotion (obsession) only translated into taking care of everything for you, making it hard to figure out, or at least have a clue about what was going on.
until one night, when he was still at the hospital, and you decided to pay him a visit.
no one said a thing when you went inside his office, as you would usually do when you brought him dinner.
something was telling you that the answer was here, somewhere between his desk and his briefcase.
you wanted to help your soon-to-be boyfriend, the man you've been after for months, the man you wanted to make your husband.
and you were frantic, truly, looking everywhere you could.
his desk, his coat, even his secret cabinet, where you only found a large stash of cookies and a weird journal.
…
bingo.
you hid under his desk in case he came back to his office earlier than expected, and you went through every page with shaky fingers, eyes traveling left and right at an incredible speed.
notes, long paragraphs, random thoughts, charts…
oh, some doodles too.
cute ones, simple ones, and then pages upon pages of doodles of you.
your face, your hands, your body.
clothed, for now.
the more you kept going, however, you stumbled upon lots of drawings… most of which depicted you in different positions.
your body was bare, of course.
your eyes went immediately wide; as big as two plates, and you wondered how he was able to draw those parts of yours you couldn't even see yourself.
still, they were all unfinished, as if he had stopped the moment he realized what he was doing.
poor zaynie, still fighting against his urges and his desires.
you could fix that.~
the time went by, and you ended up finding notes about a house, what he needed to buy, what he thought you'd like, what he needed to retrieve from your place.
his calligraphy seemed rushed; he scratched out lots of things, and you could tell he also had trembling hands; something unusual for a surgeon like himself.
was he going to take you somewhere else?
was dr. li fantasizing about kidnapping you?
a soft whimper left your mouth; you were more than intrigued now.
but, before you could find out absolutely everything you needed for your cutesy little investigation, his footsteps announced his presence, and the door closed behind him.
he sat down, long legs stretching out in front of you as you instinctively retreated under the desk.
your heart was beating fast, and it only got worse as he opened up his secret cabinet, looking for his journal.
he frowned.
he never misplaced things, let alone the darkest, most intimate possession of his.
his hand froze, panic setting in, although his composure remained intact.
where could it be?
who could have it?
he looked inside the other cabinets, and you panicked too, now flipping through the pages faster than before so you wouldn't miss a thing.
that's when you found his conflicting thoughts; the evidence of his distress and what kept him so unhinged.
as if the drawings hadn't been enough proof of his obsession, he also described how selfish he was, how he craved to have you all to himself, even if he ended up being punished for it.
he was willing to take your hatred, your screams, your attempts to escape, as long as you stayed where he needed you to.
he knew he was going insane; he knew it was unhealthy and wrong, but he couldn't help but grow restless in love.
you gently closed the journal and set it aside, your eyes glinting with something primal.
was his love for you making him lose his mind?
were you the reason this perfect shell of a man was starting to crumble?
before he could stand up, your hands traveled up his thighs, making him freeze in place.
you slowly crawled forward, until your chin rested over his right thigh, and your hands massaged his muscular skin.
he was speechless, shocked, scared.
you were delighted, looking up at him with nothing but adoration and the need to help him.
if bottling up his needs was killing him… you would help him release them.~
his breath hitched, and not only because of the intense surge of desire, but because his biggest fear was right in front of him.
touching him so deliberately.
“you should not—” he began, only to be interrupted by a soft laugh of yours.
“oh, zaynie… you've been stressing yourself out lately, haven't you?”
he shook his head, trying to regain control of the situation.
he couldn't.
“you do not understand. if you knew how far these thoughts go, you would—”
“run? scream?” you arched an eyebrow, squishing your cheek against his inner thigh. “hate you?”
his hands gripped his desk, yet he couldn't look away from you.
your name escaped from his lips; a quiet whisper, a quiet plea.
“i saw everything… i read it all, zayne,” you spoke softly, reassuringly almost. “and i'm still here at your feet, aren't i?”
you pressed a soft kiss to his thigh.
“are you afraid of becoming someone you won't recognize? are you… afraid of letting your desire consume you?”
“stop,” he ordered. you didn't listen.
“you want to keep me safe and sound under your wing, you want to love me, you want to take care of me forever… you shouldn't be afraid; you could've just asked.”
he suddenly stood up, stepping away from you.
from your voice.
from your gaze.
“how could you possibly say that? it is unhealthy, it would be… it would be dehumanizing.”
you quickly followed, your arms wrapping around him from behind.
“because… i want that as well, zaynie.”
you caught him off guard, clearly, as his breath hitched and he abruptly turned to face you.
“do not… do not say that if you— if you do not mean it.”
there it was; his mask slipping away.
his tone was almost hopeful, pathetically so, though you found it absolutely endearing.
“i mean it,” you approached again, hands finding his strong chest. “i want to stay with you.”
his brain had lost the minute you were under his desk; however, he was still unsure, balancing between madness and everything he had learned about being a gentleman.
“you deserve freedom, to make your own choices, to be around those who love you—”
“i deserve peace. and i only feel peaceful when i'm with you, my love.”
oh, the term of endearment made him almost stumble back.
his hands found your waist despite himself.
that was it; he was one sentence away from falling into an abyss he would never escape from.
“once i let myself go, i will not be able to stop,” he warned, and, as if anticipating your answer, he stepped closer, forehead pressing against yours.
“don't ever stop, zayne… take me with you, wherever that is.”
his lips curled into the faintest of smiles, and finally, after a long back and forth and a fight he was always meant to lose, he kissed you.
not as he would when he didn't want to scare you away.
it was raw, desperate, primal, with his hands gripping you so tightly you were forced to cling to him.
the only person who could either control him or destroy him completely, gave him the freedom he needed.
was logic better than love itself?
was being morally correct better than protecting the love of his life?
was being sane better than kissing you breathless?
absolutely not, that was for sure.
nothing else could possibly matter when his heart was finally at peace, and his brain had no other choice but to fill itself with... beautiful scenarios of your incoming new life, the amount of love he'll surely give you, and the dangers he so much feared, now disappearing under his clinical eye and constant care.
You spend the day before your birthday focused on being productive, fully expecting to spend it all alone again. Exhausted from maintaining focus for so long, you fall asleep by accident, earlier than usual.
You wake, half asleep and confused, to the sensation of the mattress shifting beneath you. It smells faintly of apples? And you don't remember turning the lights off. You let out a soft noise of confusion, and you hear a vaguely familiar voice gently shush you in return, leading you to turn to face the sound. You don't feel as scared as you probably should.
You look up with bleary eyes, finding your relatively new friend Caleb climbing into bed beside you. You do have a crush on him, yes, but you've only known him for a couple of months. Why is he here...?
"Caleb? What...?" You try to sit up, but a gentle flex of his Evol keeps you in place as he settles in, his purple eyes gazing into your own with a stare so intense it felt like he could see straight through to your skeleton.
"Shh, hey, no need for that. I didn't mean to wake you." He shifts a bit closer. You can feel his breath on your face as it leaves behind a faint scent of mint. He cups your face in his palm, moving slowly to give you a chance to pull away if you're frightened. You don't. His hand is warm and soft against your cheek, and you find yourself leaning into it.
"I was plannin' on surprisin' you, since you're usually up pretty late. I figured I could be the first one to wish you a happy birthday." His voice is steady and calm as he explains, almost making it seem as if what he's doing is completely normal. You've never told him your birthday. "But you're all tuckered out, huh? Y'know, I brought your favorite snacks and everything." You've never told him your favorite snacks. "I guess I still am the first one to wish you happy birthday, though, huh? It's past midnight."
Alarm bells should be going off in your head, and yet you don't pull away from his touch. He's always incredibly friendly and kind to you. What reason could you have to distrust his intentions? You find yourself nodding dumbly along with his words, earning you a chuckle from his soft lips.
"But why...?"
"You deserve to have a happy birthday, honey. Were you really gonna have one if you were all alone?" His eyes look kinder, gentler than before.
You hesitate for a few moments, but unable to come up with a rebuttal, you just shake your head no. Caleb hums, snaking his hand from your cheek around to gently caress the back of your neck. He's never touched you like this before, and it feels nice.
"Do you really want me to leave?" He whispers, leaning a bit closer. You shake your head immediately this time. He smiles a bit wider than before as he begins to lightly scratch at your scalp, testing the waters.
"Then c'mere, yeah? Let me hold you." You melt into him as he carefully pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you and guiding you to tuck your face into the crook of his neck. His body is pleasantly warm against your own, and you can hear his unhurried, calm heartbeat thumping in his chest.
He starts to rub your back in slow, steady circles, dissolving away whatever tension was left in your body as you go boneless in his grasp. You feel more content now than you have in a long, long time, maybe even years.
"If this is a dream, I don't wanna wake up," you mumble, your voice losing its coherency as you begin to drift off. But Caleb understands you nonetheless.
"You're not dreamin'. And to prove it to you, I'll still be right here when you wake up, alright?" You nod sleepily, not quite fully comprehending what he means, but still knowing he's speaking sincerely.
"G'night, 'leb," you yawn before your eyes fully droop closed, sleep following soon after.
"Good night, honey. Happy birthday. I promise you'll never spend it alone ever again."
1. “you’re mine. you said so.” you get busy—miss a call, forget a text—and when you finally answer, his voice is calm, too calm. “i waited. for hours.” you apologize, sweetly, teasingly even, but he doesn’t laugh. “you promised you’d always be there, remember? don’t break your promises. i… don’t handle that well.” and later, when he holds you close, you feel the way his hands tremble slightly against your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.
2. his name in your phone has a lock emoji. -> he changed it himself. he also disabled the option to delete his contact. “just in case someone thinks they can slide into your messages,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, “they’ll know who you belong to.”
3. he tracks you. -> not in a creepy way (okay maybe a little), but he has your location always. and when he sees you’re somewhere unexpected, he texts immediately: “what are you doing there?” ……you ask how he knew. “because you’re mine pipsqueak, and i need to know you’re safe. that’s not too much to ask, is it?” and the look in his eyes? he’d burn the whole galaxy just to get you back home.
4. he doesn’t like you being friends with your ex-> at all. he doesn’t raise his voice. doesn’t tell you not to. he just shuts down emotionally, turns icy and unreadable. it’s bound with his actions though… he would probably still do everything acts of service wise. but he wants you to understand something is wrong, wants you to probe… and when you confront him, he finally murmurs, “i don’t want to be second choice to anyone. i want to be your only. and if that’s too much—” you cut him off with a kiss. you have to. because his voice was starting to sound a little unhinged and a little too honest.
5. he locks the door when you argue.-> not to trap you essentially (which he thinks he isn’t doing…) just to make sure you don’t leave. “we’re not going to sleep angry pips,” he says, softly. “you don’t walk away from me. not when we love each other this much baby.” and when you calm down, he pulls you into his lap, arms like iron around you, and whispers again and again, “mine. mine. mine.”
6. he doesn’t like you dressing up for anyone but him.-> you put on a new outfit, stunning, radiant—and his jaw clenches. why are you so breath-taking my gorgeous he thinks… no wonder he wants a world with just the two of you. “who’s that for?” / “me,” you say, innocent. but he steps closer, cups your jaw gently, possessively. “next time, wear it only when we’re alone. i don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine. or~ you’d hate how i become and say something like i killed your old caleb.”
7. his anger is unpredictable.->when someone flirts with you in front of him, he doesn’t start a fight. but sometimes the look in his eyes speaks more than words ever could. maybe he will break their bones when you leave, maybe he will let it slide. who knows what caleb’s mood dictates him to do. sometimes, he just smiles. and later, when you’re home, he pins you softly to the bed, hands on either side of your head.“do you want them?” he asks, voice flat. “because i can make sure they never speak to you again.” and you— you tell him it’s just him. it’s always been him. like a prayer, like a chanting to balm his rage. and he finally kisses you like a starved man, whispering “good girl.”
8. he deletes numbers from your phone.->you’ll never notice. he’s too smooth. but people you used to talk to? stop replying. and when you ask caleb, he just shrugs with a soft smirk, “maybe they realized they could never compete with me.” and then changes the subject with a kiss and that dangerous look in his eyes again…. this isn’t out of sheer possessiveness though its just out of trust issues.
9. he doesn’t like letting you sleep mad at him.-> you try to turn away in bed, still upset. away from him… back on his face like an iron wall. but he slides his arms around you from behind, strong and unyielding.“no. you don’t get to walk away from me in your sleep, either.” and you can feel how serious he is. “we fix this now, angel. i’ll do anything. but you don’t leave.”
10. he has nightmares about losing you.-> he never tells you the full details either. just that he wakes up shaking, pale, and pulls you into his lap, holding you so tightly it almost hurts. “i saw you leaving me,” he whispers into your neck. “don’t ever do that. i wouldn’t survive it.”
Thinking about a neglectful reader... Hmm, no, that's kinda harsh. Let's just say a ✨forgetful✨ reader.
Reader who so easily forgets people's faces and names. When summer vacation ends they'll go back to school and not remember the names of their own classmates unless reader's regularly interacted with them through the vacation. Like practically their whole conversation that first day back to school is like this:
Reader's Classmate: Reader, hi! How was your vacation?
Reader: Oh hi! 😊 (a suspiciously cheerful smile in place of the classmate's name) Mine was nice. How about yours?
RC: Niceee. ...you forgot my name again, didn't you.
Reader, humbly: My bad 🤞😔
Even reader's own best friends know they aren't invincible. If any of them has to go away with no contact with reader longer than three days, they will come back wearing a name tag or something similar and gesture aggressively to it.
Reader's friend #1, back from a week-long academic camp: *gives the sign to other friends*
Friends #2 to #5, moving their arms and heads into the letters of friend #1's name and shouting cheerleader-style: J! A! N! E! J-A-N-E JANE!!!
Reader, mortified: Oh my god sorry I have the memory of a goldfish?? 😭 We chatted nightly the whole week, I still remember your name!!!
Friend #1: 😐 I have to stay vigilant. One time you forgot my name mid-conversation with me
Reader, now offended: And one time we were traveling together you forgot my existence at the subway card reader!!!
Friend #1: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Reader: (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
The thing is, though, reader's memory in general is not equal to a goldfish. Honestly, they're pretty good at remembering stuff. It's just like this post.
In reader's case, obviously, the forget everything part is about people's names and faces.
In relation to this, do you know the family full of black-haired blue-eyed boys who, in spite of the lack of blood relation (sans the youngest who is ironically the only one not with blue eyes or white skin) look very similar to the patriarch?
That's right: The Wayne's, a.k.a the Batfamily.
A.k.a difficulty level: HELL when it comes to differentiating between names and faces.
So here's reader, the neglected child in the fam. The one whom the Batfam treats like air, or like a pet they're indifferent about–smiling politely and making small talk with reader when they're not busy and happen to encounter each other, at best just as politely excusing themselves but not infrequently outright snapping at reader when they're busy. More importantly, the one whom the Batfam never hangs out with, and therefore also the one who keeps forgetting their names.
Reader, passing by Dick: *nods casually* 'Sup, Nick.
Dick: Oh haha, very funny, Reader. You know my name
Reader: ?
Dick:
Reader:
Dick: You... Do know my name... Don't you?
Reader, remembering Jason-whose-name-they-also-have-forgotten calling Dick 'Dickolas': Isn't... Isn't it Nick? Like Nicholas?
Dick: ...
Reader: *absconds*
Jason: Hey, kiddo. Heard you misremembered Goldie's name
Reader, having already forgotten Dick's name again but unfortunately still remembers the Incident™ clearly: Haha, yeah (눈‸눈)
Jason: Heh, good for you. Dickiebird does need to be taken down a peg or two sometimes
Reader, getting premonition, now trying to recall Jason's name: U-huh. Sure
Jason: Yeah, like he's the golden boy and all, sure, but it's not as if everybody needs to know or remember him, right? And-
Reader, getting premonition harder, trying to recall Jason's name more frantically: What was it... Was it something ending with 'son'...? Oh, wasn't there the Grayson–wait that can't be a first name... Huh, didn't one of them once call him something ending with 'ay' instead? Or was it somebody else? Nah, the figure back then looked like his. Hmm May, Day, Kay... Gay? Oh–
Jason: -anyway! You remember my name, don't you?
Reader, premonition confirmed: *confidently nods* Of course, Gaylord
Jason:
Reader:
Jason, grabbing reader's shoulders: How the fuck did you get that name out of mine
Reader: 🫥
Tim, barging into reader's room: Reader, we need to ta–aaAAAA!!!
Reader, having completely forgotten Tim's face: HELP!!! PERVERT!!! THERE'S A PERVERT IN MY ROOM!!!
Tim: I'M YOUR BROTHER! STOP SCREAMING! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY STOP SPRAYING ME WITH BUG SPRAY!!!
Reader, tucking the bug spray can under their blanket: Oh, why didn't you say so
Tim: 🙂💢
Tim: Okay, never mind that. We need to talk about your constantly forgetting people's names. This is a serious matter, people will think you're being impolite by forgetting them–
Reader: Didn't you 'forget' to prepare a table for that couple you disliked at the last gala?
Tim, without hesitating a beat: No, damn, you misremembered that too? Anyway here, I made you this easy-to-remember PowerPoint for you to know–
Reader, knowing full well Tim lied: 😒 Yeah yeah, sure, I'll take a look when I have the time. Thanks bro
Tim, pausing: ...look at the PowerPoint
Reader, spitefully: I will. Later. When I have the time. Bye, dude
Tim: Look at it now. Look at my page. Look at my name!!!
Reader: LATER, MAN!!!
That night at dinner.
Reader: Thanks for the PowerPoint again!
Tim, gripping the water glass stem: Yeah...?
Reader: Yeah, it was so useful to remember everyone's names and faces
Tim, gripping harder: Right...?
Reader: That's right! So thank you for that...
✨William✨
Tim shatters the glass in his hand. Reader has no regret.
Damian, victim to being the youngest child in the family and having had Bruce call everyone's names including the pets' before finally getting to his, wielding a katana: My name is Damian Al-Ghul Wayne. Carve it into your soul lest I carve it into your flesh
Reader, unfazed: No use carving your name on me, I'd still forget it was supposed to be yours. Write it on your forehead or something instead
Damian: I'm your brother! You're not supposed to forget my name!! I've always remembered yours ever since I learnt about you!!!
Reader: *looks at Bruce, outwardly polite but inwardly indifferent*
Bruce: *looks at reader, outwardly indifferent but inwardly disturbed*
Reader, having counted to ten: Sooo, is there something you want to talk to me about? Because if not I still have homework and stuff to do–
Bruce: Reader
Reader: ?
Bruce, pained: It has come to my attention... You often forget your brothers' names?
Reader, accidentally slipping: Not just theirs. I regularly forget everyone's names
Bruce: ...even mine?
Reader:
Bruce:
Reader: Uhh, look here. It's–it's not that I mean to be mean, you know? I forget my own friends' names, I forget everyone's. And, really, it's–
Reader: ...I shouldn't even be addressing you by name, you know
Bruce: ...ah
Reader: *absconds before Bruce realizes that reader hasn't called him any variation of dad for years*
Alfred: Young Mx–
Reader, vaguely recalling Alfred's (sur)name as Super British: Hi, London! Bye, London!
Alfred: .
This doesn't have to be yandere Batfam, of course, but if it does? Naturally, it warrants the Batfam keeping reader at home for them to constantly interact with. This way they'll never forget the names of their own family members, right, reader?
(Cue the whole Batfam having to fight in space for a whole month, then coming back to reader having escaped, faked their death, forged a new identity, started a new life elsewhere, and most importantly forgotten the Batfam's names again)
there are a bunch of fics of reader getting kidnapped and her not liking it and whatnot and i have not seen a single one where she does! and I think I’d much prefer if the 141 took me from my home and made me stay in their cabin in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and we all loved each other! i’m just saying-
Johnny spots you first. You were just heading down to the farmer's market on a Saturday morning when he spotted you. The normal stalls of fresh fruit and vegetables had their big signs, but you were attracted to the stalls that were selling jewelry and little trinkets. Crystals and the like.
He followed at a reasonable distance. Not reasonable at all to him, given how he wanted to have you wrapped in his arms and guided home to the rest. Johnny was just supposed to go grocery shopping, but as soon as he saw you? He knew the others would too.
After the farmer's market, he followed you home. Just makin sure his bonnie lass gets home safe. You hadn't picked up anything from the farmer's market, so he couldn't bump into you and have an excuse for you both to stop; so he could work his charm on you.
He couldn't risk it though. So he went back to the jewlery stand and found the one thing that caught your eye, and bought it. He would give it to you when the time was right.
He went back home, you dancing through his mind as he rambled to Simon about the pretty lady he saw at the farmer's market.
The next person you caught the eye of was Gaz. He was in the skincare aisles of a store and you breezed past for a thing of moisturizer.
His brown eyes lock on yours as you turn to leave.
"Sorry about that. Just had to grab this." You hold up the moisturizer, your face decorated with green star pimple patches.
"No problem. Acne?"
"No. Just some pimples."
"My sisters liked moisturizers with salicylic acid. Said it helped get rid of their pimples and keep their skin soft." Gaz tries to reach out.
Your eybrows scrunch together and you look at the ingredients. No salicylic acid... "Okay, mystery man. I'll look for salicylic acid in my moisturizers."
Gaz pulls off the moisturizer off the shelf and hands it to you. "Try this. And I'm Kyle."
"Thanks... Kyle." You take the moisturizer from Kyle and make your way to the cash register.
Later that day, Kyle comes back to the house that the team share.
"Johnny... I understand now."
The next person to see you is Simon. He is enjoying a nice cup of tea as the rain begins to patter against the glass he is sat next to.
The bell for the door dings as you walk in, tucking your umbrella into your body as you approach the cashier. "Hey, Ruby. How's it going?"
"Slow. But interesting. Apparently, the woman down the street is in an open relationship with her husband because they don't want to have to go through the messiness of a divorce." Ruby rings your usual in, spilling the piping hot tea to you.
"And who poured you this tea?"
"Her personal assistant, Mary."
"Ooh, girl~"
"Mhm. Anytime, girl. White mocha with half pumps of mocha sauce, half vanilla with whole milk, hot, right?" Ruby reads your order back to you, just double checking even if she knows the answer.
"You know it."
"It'll be out in a minute. And... sorry to say, but someone stole your spot." Ruby whispers to you before trying to subtly motion to the big hulking man with his tea and scone.
"Ah. It's fine. I'll just make a friend, and if not, then I'll just move to a different table." You whisper back as Ruby walks over to make your coffee.
"Hello," You approach the man carefully, "is it okay if I sit with you?"
The grunt was meant to be 'Of course, please sit with me, pretty bird. I'd lick the coffee off your lips if you asked.' but it just came out as off-putting.
Seemingly off-putting, at least... but you didn't turn away.
"I'm sorry, I'm not quite fluent in grunts yet. Mind a 'yes' or 'no'?" Your sassy retort does nothing to help hide the ever-growing tightness in his cargos.
"Yes... sit."
You smile at his confirmation and sit down, setting your bag down next to you and pulling out a journal with a cute pen.
"White vanilla mocha for sweetums!" Ruby calls out your order and winks before leaving it on the counter and attending to the other drinks in need of her attention.
"Be right back." You give the stranger a small smile before getting up to grab your coffee.
When you come back, Simon is still in the same position. You sit and sip your coffee, staring out the window at the sky before setting your coffee down and starting to journal what you know about the root chakra and how hung gar kung fu has helped you open and reconnect with the chakra.
"You believe in those?" Simon gets a glimpse of your journaling and makes his comment, not having any sense of spirituality or religion.
"I believe they might help. And even if they don't exist, what's the harm in meditation? It's been medically proven to better your mental health, so even if I'm not opening my chakra, I'm helping my mental health, stranger." You give him a small smile and continue journaling your experiences.
"Simon." He mutters, taking a sip of his coffee, looking away from you.
"What?" You look over, confused.
"My name is Simon." He's just gently blushing under the mask, taken by you.
"You have a nice name, Simon." You give yours in return.
He quickly finishes his tea and bolts out the door, jacket in hand and umbrella tucked away in his pockets.
As soon as he gets back to the house, he finds John in his study.
"Price... we need her."
By now, John has heard all of his boys talk about you nonstop.
How your hair look so shiny under the sun. How your skin has cleared up and Kyle sees it from time to time when you go for a walk. The attention to detail you put in with your journaling and that you care about yourself.
So, John, having put together a rough estimate of your routine, plants himself in your way. He shows up at the Saturday market, looking at some produce, when he notices you. He has a semi-clear image and description of you from his men, but seeing you? It is an entirely different story.
He understands now, and as such, he walks over to the trinkets stall, intentionally bumping against you, before turning around, "I am so sorry, love."
"It's alright," You assure him, going back to the crystals arranged on the table.
"Which one is that?"
"You haven't seen obsidian before?" You raise an eyebrow, but hold it up to him. "It's a stone made from volcanos. Sharp as glass, and way more dangerous, because it's a soft stone. It tends to break easy."
"We don't have many volcanos around here, love." John's eyes twinkle in amusement, hands in his pockets.
"Right. Sorry." You apologize quickly, "And I just info-dumped on you about obsidian. I'm so sorry. You're a stranger, and you probably didn't even want to-"
"It was interesting. I appreciate the facts you gave me. And I'm John. John Price." He puts his hand out, like he's going to shake your hand.
You give him your name and your breath stutters to a halt as he takes your hand and brings it up to his lips.
"Lovely to meet you." John gives that cute smile of his and slowly lets your hand down before walking away.
When John arrives back home, he enters like a man on a mission.
"You're right. She's perfect."
And all the rest look at each other with confirming smiles and nods before starting to build out the plan.
You sigh as you approach your car, getting your key out.
Another shitty day with another new boss who doesn't understand the fucking team...
And as you approach your apartment, jamming to music, you don’t notice the black van tailing you... it's respectable distance does not raise any red flags in your mind, not giving you a trigger for your anxiety.
You park your car, grab your things, and get out of the car, locking it after you've closed the door.
What you fail to notice in your exhaustion, is the hulking mass of a man sneaking up behind you...
And you're out like a light.
Author's Cup of Tea: I'll probably continue this later but I've got the hiccups and this has been sitting here for a while...
Edit: Finally edited this and I have a three day weekend, so part two might finally come out.
Edit: PART TWO IS OUT UNDER THE NAME Schrodinger’s Stockholm
TW: Neglect, mentions of death, extreme yandere behavior, kidnapping
You grew up lonely. There was no other word for it. Your mother was busy constantly, leaving you alone for days. You learned not to complain and just to care for yourself.
You were 8 when your mother died in a car accident, and you spent six months in the system before your father came for you, and you moved into the manor.
You didn’t see much of your “family” after you moved in. None of them seemed to really notice you. Most of them didn’t live at home, to be fair. Damian was the only one who lived at home out of your siblings, and he ignored you most of the time, since he’s about 8 years older than you.
You were used to being alone. You didn’t bother them, ignoring the emotions when you ate dinner alone, and didn’t complain when you had to walk home in the rain when the driver forgot to pick you up.
Almost four months after turning 11, you found a dust covered necklace in the back of your closet. The chain is dusty and silver, with a (f/c) pendant with several small cracks across the surface. Still, something tugged you to it, and you ended up putting it on.
What you didn’t realize is that it’s a lifeline from another universe, a chance to live a better(?) life.
You see, in this other life, your mother gave you up as a baby, leaving you in front of the outer gate and leaving without a trace. In the other life, you were the baby that they all tried to protect and love.
As you grew up, they became more and more protective of you,but since you were raised with it, you never really saw it as wrong. However, as you became a preteen, you started becoming more independent and rebellious, stressing everyone out.
However, it all came to a head when you were 15. There was an Arkham Asylum breakout, and you decided that you were going to help out, with or without their permission.
Your father and siblings tried to convince you to go back to the manor, and in their distraction, Damian didn’t notice the Joker aiming for him until you shoved him out of the way of the incoming bullet.
Suffice it to say, your family went insane. Surprisingly, Dick was the one who killed the Joker, while Jason was more focused on running to you.
By the time they managed to reach the cave, you had lost too much blood, and all you could do was quietly apologize for distracting them. They tried to save you…… but it was too late.
There were many debates over bringing you back via the Lazarus Pits or through some form of magic. However, Jason and Damian stood firm on the fact that doing that would hurt you.
The idea of another universe was brought up by Jason. Jason, who had spent more time with Constantine than anyone else, knew that other universes were an option. It didn’t take long for Jason and Tim to devise a plan.
They enchanted one of your prized possessions, a necklace Bruce had given you for your 9th birthday, and used it to send a copy of it to another version of you, without telling anyone.
However, something went wrong in transporting it, and the magic almost exploded in their faces, cracking the necklace and catching everyone else’s attention. This lead to a spectacular argument that only stopped when Jason gasped, holding the necklace, and whispered your name.
They quickly learned that the necklace allowed them to watch you, though it didn’t transport you to them like they had hoped. Instead, they had to watch you struggle alone, being far too independent for your young age, and watch their alternate selves ignore you.
They devised a system of switching off who was watching you when. They also called in a few favors in the magical community to fix the necklace.
As the magic users worked, the batfamily became more and more protective and worried. You were far too independent for your age, independent in the way that had lead to your death. They didn’t blame you though, especially after learning from one of their watching sessions that your mother had “raised” you for a while.
As the magic users fixed the necklace slowly, healing one crack each session, they prepared for your arrival. You were very similar to their version of you, with a few differences in taste that they easily accommodated.
They prepared a new room for you. (It was actually the room they used for your nursery before you insisted on a big kid room, but semantics.) They made sure the room is secure, with one window that obviously had a screen. They made sure everything is soft, with new plushies and several safety measures. (They also make sure it locks from the outside, unwilling to risk you trying to sneak out again.)
As the day of your arrival came closer, they became more and more obsessed. They decided early on that their biggest mistake with their version of you was letting them grow up and try to act independent. They weren’t going to make that mistake with you. You had been independent for far too long, with their alternate selves being despicably neglectful. They would be better than their alternate selves. They would love you so much, you’d forget ever wanting to be independent.
You barely noticed your necklace after putting it on. You just went through your days, studying and eating and cleaning. You got used to the comfortable weight, and barely noticed when you looked in the mirror and the necklace had less cracks than you remembered.
The day they summoned you was the day you came home from school with paperwork for your Bruce to sign. The paperwork in question? Boarding School papers.
The alternates could only watch in horror as your Bruce signed the papers without looking. How could he do that? How could he sign away his youngest so easily? (The alternate Bruce almost threw up when he saw his alternate self sign away your childhood without even looking at you.)
When you went to bed that night, they acted fast. The summoning was surprisingly quick, and you didn’t even stir as you were transported to the cave.
When you wake up, don’t struggle. You’re going to get all the love and affection and attention you have been denied before. All you have to do is submit and let them adore you (and don’t protest as they slowly take away your independence)
Edit: I really hope you guys enjoyed this, and I am very willing to talk about this au if you send me an ask! I hope you all have a great day! Pls let me know what you think!
TW:Yandere behavior, minor mentions of violence, mentions of manipulation of the legal system
You are Bruce’s 2 year old kid who he only finds out about after your mother gets arrested. They were a one night stand at a party, a drunken mistake with a torn condom and missed birth control, and your mother never really though about who the father was, until a DNA test confirms it.
Bruce has never has a kid this young, but he’s always secretly wanted to take care of a kid this young. He loves the idea of having a baby, so he’s nervous but excited about bringing you home.
Your brothers and sisters are pleased too! Dick immediately starts shopping, with Steph and Cass tagging along. Duke, who has the most experience with little children as he has baby sat before, learned your age and immediately started making sure they got age-appropriate things. Jason and Tim immediately start researching food options and what a 2 year old can actually do. Barbara goes on your mother’s social media, finding all the photos of you possible and either printing them out or creating a digital photo album.
Damian? Oh, Damian is the most excited, because this isn’t only a sibling, it’s a blood sibling! A blood sibling that he can mentor and love and protect.
However, none of them really accounted for the fact that they are all severely traumatized and meeting you, symbol of innocence who has Bruce’s features, but smiles trustingly and tries to hug them during their first meeting despite the fact they’re basically strangers to you. None of them accounted for their trauma making them a bit overprotective.
Dick comes over everyday, never complaining about the drive. He is always up for playing pretend, and if you are the kind of kid who likes princesses or tea parties, he will happily play with you, wearing a tutu and complimenting you on the pretend tea.
(You don’t need to know he watches you sleep when he stays over. You don’t need to know that he has nightmares about you dying, or donning a mask. You don’t need to know that the one times you tripped on the stairs, he nearly had a panic attack. Just let him carry you around and don’t ask why he’s holding you so tightly)
Jason comes over twice a week to read to you and stay for dinner. You are the only one he initiates contact with, holding you in his arms and letting you piggyback on him. He is more reluctant than Dick to play games, but if you pout at him, he’ll definitely pretend to be a dragon for you to fight.
(You don’t need to know about how anyone who even mentions the possibility of kidnapping you gets kneecapped, and that’s if he’s feeling generous. You don’t need to know how much of his younger self that he sees in you. Just let him hold you close to him and ignore the blood under his nails)
Tim takes all the pictures of you. He’s a bit more awkward than Jason or Dick, but since he lives with you, he often will sit with you during your breakfast, cleaning up any messes you make. He becomes the calm, collected older brother who always knows what you want.
(You don’t need to know about the cameras all over your room, the trackers in your favorite clothes, or the chip implanted in you during your vaccination appointment that tracks your health. You don’t need to know that he finds any whispers of plans about kidnapping you online and either sends them to Jason or ruins them himself. Just let him help feed you and don’t ask how he knows your favorite food.)
Damian is a very proud big brother. While he is less likely to join in on your games, he loves to let you watch him train, and loves to paint with you. He praises every sloppy painting or messy drawing, regardless of how good it is, and keeps every single one. He also makes sure to introduce you to every animal he has, smiling at your excited squeals.
(You don’t need to know how angry he gets whenever you address one of the others before him. You don’t need to know about how he threatened Talia that if she dared harm you, he would dispose of her and turn her body into ashes himself. Just let him help you ride Bat-Cow, and don’t ask why he grabbed you before you could rejoin your tea party with Jason.)
Barbara always asked for a baby sister growing up, which is why she was so hands on when helping Cassandra. With you, though, she comes over almost as often as Dick, reading you stories in her lap and stopping tantrums before they could start.
(You don’t need to know that she hacked into your mother’s paperwork, adding a few charges of tax evasion and drug possession to her original DUI and resisting arrest charge. You don’t need to know that she added a tracker to your favorite stuffed animal. Just doze in her lap, and don’t think about how long your mom has been gone.)
Steph is the one who visits the most sporadically, sometimes staying away for a week and other times coming over multiple times in one day. She loves taking you to places like the park and the arcade, and is determined to be the cool older sister figure.
(You don’t need to know how she broke the arm of a boy who laughed when you fell from the swings. You don’t need to know that she takes pictures of anyone you play with to send to Tim and Barbara for surveillance. Just laugh while she pushes you on the swing, and don’t think about how none of the other kids are approaching you.)
Cassandra loves you, plain and simple. She teaches you sign language patiently, beaming and spinning you around the first time you sign I Love You. She is amazing, catching tantrums before they start, always knowing exactly what you need, even before you know it.
(You don’t need to know how she follows you like a ghost whenever you leave the safety of the house. You don’t need to know what happened to the foolish kidnapper who attempted to approach you at the park while you were on the seesaw. Just giggle when Cassandra surprises you, and don’t think about the weird whimper you had heard seconds before.)
Duke is the only one who isn’t as indulgent as the others, and actually knows what a kid your age is able to do. He tells you stories, shows you little light shows with his powers, and is always willing to listen to you ramble.
(You don’t need to know about how he refuses to leave your side when the Joker breaks out. You don’t need to know how he catalogs every single complaint you have about anything subconsciously, making sure to offhandedly comment about them when you’re asleep and he’s around the others. Just keep telling him about your day, and don’t question the way he keeps typing on his phone.)
Alfred dotes on you, being more indulgent with you than he was with any of the others. He loves having you in the kitchen, calling you his little helper as he lets you taste the cookie batter, smiling as he’s reminded of baby Bruce.
(You don’t need to know how he coordinated each and every thing done in this house. You don’t need to know that he contacted an old friend of his from his days in the Queen’s service. No other relatives of your mother will ever try to contact you. Just stir your little bowl and forget about any family outside of them.)
Bruce is with you every second that he can be. Something he was always a little angry about was that Tallia never told him about Damian until he was older, and he missed out on watching Damian grow up. You are the first child who comes to him still believing in the tooth fairy and wishes on stars, the first child who comes to him still innocent and untainted by the darker side of his life. He will do anything you want him to, and there’s no such thing as too much when it comes to a sweet baby. He will make up for every single mistake he’s ever made with his other kids through you. 
(don’t question why your father is still upset whenever you hear the news on TV. Don’t question how he rarely lets you leave the house, and how whenever you do, he seems tense. Don’t question the way his face gets tight when you proclaim that you want to be a hero when you grow up. Just bask in his attention, and don’t notice how much of your life is inside the mansion or how quiet people get when you ask about your mom.)
(You will have everything you could ever want, as long as you don’t ask the wrong questions)
Edit: Wow, I didn’t realize how much I would love writing this. Feel free to send me requests about this au, because I have so many ideas. I really hope you guys enjoyed this!
Kamaboko Squad, other characters, and the 12 Kizuki + other demons coming next!
Gyomei Himejima
Gyomei thinks you're the purest thing to exist the second you come within his presence.
He doesn't have good experiences with children, but because of his experience with children, he's really good with them.
But even though you're not exactly a child... Gyomei thinks differently.
Def lets you bead your own prayer beads and teaches you how to pray with him <3
He'll even let you play with his beads as long as you're gentle with it.
He's 100% the kindest and gentlest out of all the Hashira. He has the lightest touch and has never ever hurt you even once.
Sure he's blind, but don't think you can get anything past him. He knows everything that you're doing. He can just sense it.
You're free to roam his residence and the forests but you have to always come back.
You know from experience that if you don't come back he's chasing you down and chaining you to a rock that only he can lift.
Despite his gentleness, he has a routine for you to ensure you're always at your best. Feeding times, exercise times, prayer times... he just wants you healthy.
If you're fussy he'll simply let you ride it out. It doesn't faze him and he's extremely patient.
He doesn't force you to regress but he welcomes it if you do. Either way, he's still treating you like a child.
However, if you are a regressor or do end up regressing, he's even more gentle with you (as if that's even possible). When you're little, he'll keep you wrapped up in his arms or in his lap. The furthest you can wander off is 5 feet.
He likes touching your face and complimenting each feature. He can do it for hours, but sometimes you get bored of it early.
He just wants the image of you forever engraved in his mind through his hands.
He's fine if you call him Gyomei or Himejima, but he prefers a shorter nickname. You'd make his day if you called him 'papa' or 'dad' but he's not a stickler about it.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
Okay so... this man has issues.
Would probably have more of a brother complex than a father complex. BUT I can see it both ways.
Wants to (a) be your dad because his dad sucks and he can raise you better or (b) be your big brother because he's lost all his younger siblings and can't seem to reconcile with genya
I love him a lot but damn his trauma is hard to process and write lol
Tsundere as usual so... "stupid annoying little brat," while holding you like you're the only thing that's ever mattered to him
You're both either arguing or he's messing with you
He tries to be gentle, he really does... but it's hard
You remind him of his dead younger siblings
He likes to bite or nibble you just to play around
Taking care of you is hard but he feels responsible for you after 1 day already so he probably has to soften up to the other Hashira to ask for help
In a 1/100 chance, he'll make up with Genya and Genya is more than willing to be an older brother again (to you).
Although just as traumatized, Genya is 100% way softer and kinder than Sanemi so you like him more.
Sanemi just tries harder on his end.
Will probably unknowingly force you to regress while he's yelling at you or something.
He mellows out a lot once you begin regressing.
If you're fussy then you'll get yelled at by Sanemi then comforted by Genya.
If you run, Sanemi won't hesitate to break your legs and chain you up. Genya thinks its overkill but won't fight because of the very fragile bond his brother and him have built up again.
You call Sanemi 'nemi' or 'papa' and Genya 'gen'. Sanemi refuses to respond to anything else.
Giyu Tomioka
Man, he's so so so lonely.
He doesn't become obsessed like... immediately.
Instead, it takes a few times upon meeting or encountering you before he allows himself to feel the way he wants.
He just thinks you're too good for the world.
You're so young... just like when him and Sabito and Makomo were kids.
He decides that you shouldn't be alone in this cruel world, unable to defend yourself against demons.
First, he invites you to his estate.
It's empty yeah, but he made sure to dust it before you came over in case you had allergies.
If you protest his proposal of you staying to 'help him around the house' then you simply just won't have a choice anymore.
You never leave his side when he's home. He's big on space and privacy if you want it, but you have to at least be in the same room as him.
He doesn't take you on missions though. He just makes sure to lock the front gate of the estate as he leaves.
It's honestly a really secluded and lonely life, but at least you're both lonely together.
He tries to keep you entertained, but he's kind of boring himself 😭
He asks Tanjiro for tips on how he takes care of Nezuko.
If you're fussy or defiant, he simply locks you in an empty room until you grow insane from the lack of interaction and crave his presence.
This situation would be much better for you if you just gave in.
Despite him being the one in control, you still have to be the one who makes the first moves towards physical contact, connection, and bonding.
He probably does force you to regress a few times to see how it works out. He wants to you to imitate Nezuko being in a childlike state of mind. He think's it'll be easier for you both.
If you're already a regressor, it's all the better. It works out really well and he feels more comfortable taking charge and providing affection for you.
Quiet cuddles, gentle head pats, and silent parallel play is what he's all about.
He doesn't like it when you call him by his name. He much prefers either 'dad' or 'big brother' and he will enforce it.
If you try to run or escape, he gets you back but tries to fix his ways. He feels really bad and will probably start sending you to Urokodaki when he goes on long missions or trips.
Urokodaki takes you in with stride. He likes children and babysitting you is a mere delight and past time for him.
If you think he'll help you escape, you're wrong.
Obanai Iguro + Mitsuri Kanroji
I could do them separately, but I just don't want to lol
They would 100% be amazing at parenting together so I'm just gonna pair them together because they're precious <3
Mitsuri is sooooo overbearing but in a good way. Like she's the love hashira, duh!
Spoils you rotten and is always cooking your favorite foods or taking you out to eat.
You must call her 'mama'/'momma' or she'll just sob until you feel guilty.
Obanai isn't as sensitive, but he'd like you to call him 'papa' just to match with Kanroji.
He also spoils you rotten.
You're just absolutely spoiled being their chosen child.
If you don't like snakes, Obanai and Mitsuru slowly get you used to Kaburamaru. He's also part of the family!
They'll let you take your time though - you'll eventually get used to it.
They dote on you 24-7. If you're not with Mitsuri, you're with Obanai.
Will take you on missions with them but only the ones that they know you'll be safe on.
They treat it like a little vacation when they take you with them.
You're technically a 'third wheel' but they consider you their child so they're always including you in things.
Mitsuri talks a lot. Obanai barely talks. So it works out whether you like to talk or you like to listen more.
Mitsuri treats you like a baby. Obanai allows you some more autonomy.
Basically, you're never not coddled when Mitsuri's around. Obanai doesn't mind coddling and carrying you around too but he mostly just keeps you on a leash.
If you're fussy or defiant, they just ignore it and coddle you harder. "Awh does our baby need a nap? Shush now darling, you'll be alright~"
They wouldn't technically force you to regress. They're delusional enough already to imagine you acting like a baby/child without you having to even try.
However, if you do regress, they're all over it. Their behavior doesn't change much since they already treat you really young but they do keep in mind to be more gentle.
Mitsuri likes to throw you up in the air and catch you. She's the best at physical games or just baby play.
Obanai likes to grow your brain, giving you puzzles and other safe things to solve.
If you try to run or escape... you'll probably end up running back to them- but if you don't they'll find you easily enough~
Muichiro Tokito
Muichiro is just a baby boyyyy <33
I feel like he'd take on a more brotherly role or even just a really close friend.
Whether you're nice to him or not, he just finds himself drawn to you.
He's so so so clingy. Won't let you go for a second.
Even on missions, if you don't go with him then he refuses to go. He's confident enough in his abilities to protect you that you must be with him 110% of the time.
Just call him 'Mui' and he's literally on his knees.
Call him anything else and he'll pretend not to hear you.
He can be quite blunt. Usually answers your requests with either 'yes' or 'no.' No explanations needed.
He just likes being close with you. When he doesn't touch you he feels like he'll die.
If you're fussy or defiant he gives you the silent treatment but will still cling to you.
He wouldn't force you to regress or even be knowledgeable about it.
But if you do regress it'd be nice. He'd be very doting and take care of you well.
If you try to run or escape... this boy doesn't even leave you alone for 1 second in order for you to plan it out lol
Kyojuro Rengoku
sobs. he's always been my favorite since I first saw him when the manga was still releasing
Hands down a good parent, no doubt about it.
ALWAYS smiling.
He just sees you and scoops you up like 'ah you're mine now, little flame!'
Food bonding 100%, you always have access to snacks
Only strict when it comes to your safety, other than that he'll support you with whatever
Wanna jump off the roof? Sure, as long as he's there to catch you!
Will bring you around with him everywhere, and loves to show you off. "Yeah, this is [Name], my kid!"
When he goes on particularly dangerous missions, he's totally fine leaving you at home with Senjuro.
Senjuro is really really sweet to you and keeps his brother's rules in place when he's gone. He sees you as a friend or a little sibling, depending on how you act!
Shinjuro is just... Shinjuro. He'll soften up to you if you're compliant but he might also open the gate and tell you to run off so you can stop distracting his worthless sons.
Rengoku likes to keep you away from Shinjuro.
Kyojuro's so fun to be with, he'll always take you out sightseeing and on new experiences
If you're fussy or defiant, he has infinite patience and will always have a smile on, even if you're hurting him.
He will force you to regress if you don't become complacent after a month.
But if you already regress, that's all the better <3 Him and Senjuro love to baby you.
If you are complacent but don't regress, he'll probably slowly and subtlety implement it later on.
Either way, call him 'papa' and Senjuro 'juro'~
The pair of brothers play and do whatever you want with them!
If you try to run or escape... Rengoku will eventually find you. He always does.
Tengen Uzui
Now this man comes in a buy 1 get another 3 free package-
But him and his wives are so in sync, they all are infatuated with you at first sight.
The conversation goes a lot like "hey, we wanted a kid anyway, let's start off with [name]!" "i was thinking the same thinggg!" "yesss" "totally very flashy~"
Call Tengen 'daddy' and nothing else. He thinks it's a classic parental name and that it's very flamboyant.
Hinatsuru being the eldest and calmest gets 'mommy'
Makio gets 'mom'
and Suma gets 'mama'
It works out~
Tengen does enforce punishments though. If you don't use their given names or don't follow the rules then you will be disciplined.
However you get like 10x the loving <3
Tengen loves lovesss dressing you up flamboyantly
You're always with at least two of them
Tengen will paint your nails as many times as you want
Face paint is also included if you want it!
If you're fussy or defiant, they will enforce punishments like no candy for a week or a timeout corner.
They each have their own special thing they like to do with you and their strengths in parenting balance out perfectly since they're all different but work together well.
They probably will force you to regress (if you don't already) just so they can experience parenting you better
If you try to run or escape... you can't even get one step away. They're always watching, especially when there's four of them.
Shinobu Kocho
Welp. She's the scariest and the most dark I suppose.
She keeps you locked up in a room with no windows and will only occasionally let you out into the garden.
She loves being in control of absolutely everything about you.
Call her 'mom' or 'mommy.' If you don't she'll scold you lightly.
Always smiling but less angry when it comes to you.
Doesn't hesitate with drugging you to make you sick or conform to what she wants.
She forces you to regress immediately 24-7, even if you already regress. She keeps you on special medicine for it in order to make you all loopy and weak.
Don't even try to escape. After the first time you run your legs are already broken.
She won't hesitate to enforce cruel punishments like breaking bones or hurting you.
100% manipulates, gaslights, and guilt trips you.
At the end of the day "it's all because I love you~"
If you're fussy, you get 2 warnings before it's punishment time
May I request some yan!caleb but you are a vampire? And he just can’t stand the thought of u drinking from someone else, but he almost catches you giving in to your desire for blood
Miss Vampire
AO3
Pairings: Soft! Yandere/Dark Caleb x Vampire! f!reader
Summary: You are a prettly little vampire, but his vampire. Feed on him only.
Warnings: Yandere, dark, vampire au! (cutting arms, sucking blood, biting, scars), torture, minor death, step-brother x step-sister dynamic (romantically), manipulation, obsessive/possessive behaviour, misusage of sleeping pills, manipulated and trapped reader, vampire au! but only with the drinking blood and pointed teeth parts.
A/N: Read the warnings carefully before pressing "keep reading".
You've always been like this, haven't you? An impatient little vampire. Ever since you were a little girl, Caleb has done everything to provide for you as your big brother—even offering his own blood since the day one. He prepared himself for you regularly, ensuring you wouldn't lose control and wander the city in a helpless state.
You were impossible to contain when you were younger, wild and vulnerable, but over time, it became easier to put you at ease. Little fists on his chest and cries wouldn't stop him. Fortunately, Doctor Zayne provided you with enough suppressants developed for vampire nature and closely monitored your condition every week. He would sometimes give you a suspicious look. He had already figured out that you were drinking blood. He didn't need tests to know it was Caleb's.
At first, he disapproved. But when he saw how much it helped you, he relented and insisted Caleb undergo regular testing. It wasn't ideal, the way you used to bite Caleb's arms or how he would willingly cut himself just so you could feed. But at least with supervision, it prevented excessive scarring and uncontrolled blood loss.
Not that Caleb cared.
All he ever wanted was to satisfy your needs. You never meant to hurt him, but the scent of blood was unbearable to resist. It was in your nature—to drink blood, and his blood was intoxicating. He would deliberately cut himself, guiding you to his thick veins, forcing you to drink the warm liquid. And when your lips and tongue traced over his fit arms, his broad shoulders, his neck—leaving behind those tiny bite marks—he felt whole.
The pain was the sweetest pain in the entire world. Every pain coming from your delicate fangs was something he welcomed with his whole heart. And ever since Doctor Zayne took control, restricting your feeding and keeping you under watch, Caleb missed that sensation more than anything. He would hold your cheeks with his index finger and thumb, making you purse your lips. Then he would bring his thumb to your bottom lip and would press it gently to create a gap. Lastly using his index and middle fingers to lift your upper lip from both sides. You were even cuter with that little pouting, nothing dangerous and threatening about you.
Everything had been going as smoothly as possible—except that he kept you isolated in your shared house under the guise of protecting you. Using sleeping pills to keep you docile. But somehow, you woke up, didn't you? You realized, even if it was late, that something was wrong.
Why couldn't you go outside? Were there no other vampires in this city? What was the purpose of the sleeping pills, and where did they come from? Prescriptions weren't given out without a doctor's approval. Too many questions... Always the same silly questions.
But you were a smart girl. You managed to outsmart him.
Caleb chuckled, sighing as he shook his head. So, you managed to hide the pill in your mouth, pretending to swallow it with water. As usual, he had gently held your chin, encouraging you to open your mouth as he checked. He had trusted you too much.
And now? Now he was scouring every inch of the damn city, his frustration simmering beneath a nervous smile. Occasionally, he let out a low, bitter laugh.
He wasn't mad at you—oh, how could he ever be mad at you?
No, he was furious at the situation. No matter how hard he tried to prevent this moment, it had been inevitable. Deep down, he had known it all along.
You had escaped without the necklace and bracelet he always made you wear. No phone, either. Had you figured that if you had taken them, he would have tracked you down within minutes? Or was it just an unbelievable coincidence?
You really wanted to run away, huh?
Luckily, the vampire stereotypes weren't real—aside from the blood-drinking part. You had no super strength, no supernatural speed. You couldn't turn anyone into a vampire. You could eat human food, but only those rich in iron, because the blood in your veins needed it.
But now you were out there, alone on the streets, and Caleb was losing his mind. For the first time, he wished those ridiculous vampire myths were true. At least then, maybe you'd be able to protect yourself, maybe you'd be safe…
Until he found you.
The truth was that, whether you encountered a man or a Wanderer, you had no strength to fight them, and time was running out. Fortunately, Caleb was a smart man, and you were predictable. It didn't take as long as he expected to find you. After all, he was a colonel, and noticing the little details around him had become like second nature. When he found you, he imagined you curled up in an alley, regret washing over you, hoping he would find you soon. 'Caleb, help me!' Then you would hug his hard waist and apologize, crying. Oh, he wished it were so. But instead, you moved forward with the idea of sucking blood from a man injured after a Wanderer attack.
Such a nasty little vampire you were.
You pressed on the sitting man's broken leg, causing more blood to flow. He screamed as he tried to kick you with his other leg, but you walked around him and looked at him with a dilemma. The smell of blood... sharp and hot, but nothing compared to Caleb's. Still, it was strong enough to leave you in a dilemma, and the smell of blood... oh God, it was so strong.
You slowly picked up a large piece of debris from the ground. When he looked up at your shining eyes, he immediately realized that no good thoughts were passing through your mind. But he didn't understand why. You showed your bright, sharp fangs when you approached him and smiled hungrily.
"No...no—no, please—no!"
You were about to raise your arm and hit the man's head without mercy, but a force prevented it. Your body... your body remained still. You couldn't move any of your limbs. It felt as though all the weight in the world was trapped in your legs and arms.
"Caleb..." you whispered.
You could hear the footsteps.
"I expected more from you, pipsqueak."
He approached you from behind with heavy steps and a sarcastic chuckle. His eyes shifted from the large piece in your hand to the pathetic man. "What were you gonna do, little vamp?"
You still couldn't see him. He placed his hands gently on your shoulders and squeezed them softly. He reached across to the side of your face, extended his chin to your neck, and whispered into your ear, "Am I not enough for you?"
He ran his rough, calloused hands over your soft arms. You squinted your eyes as your fingers opened one by one, against your will. The stone in your hand fell to the ground.
"Runaway vampire... Do you want me to call you my runaway vampire from now on?"
His hands wrapped around your waist and pressed you against him tightly, even though you whined and squirmed.
"What's wrong?"
He ran his lips lightly across your cheek, blowing his hot breath, but he didn't kiss you. "Or would you rather I call you my naughty vampire?"
"Caleb..." you whimpered.
"What?" He answered quickly. "Which one do you want?"
"I'm... sorry."
"Oh, are you now? You didn't seem sorry at all when you went to all this trouble to escape. To escape from me."
The weight on you intensified for a short time, making you whimper in pain. Caleb immediately lifted it all off you and wrapped his arms around you from behind, caging your arms. Regaining control of your body, you grabbed his arms. Your legs were shaking.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Caleb apologized over and over again, kissing your neck and cheeks, and hugging you tightly.
"Why did you run away? Why did you leave me?" His voice became hoarse. Was he... crying? "Why did you leave me?"
While you were storming your brain to find an answer for Caleb, the screams of the man sitting on the ground made you want to turn your head in that direction, but the same weight surrounded you again and diverted your gaze elsewhere.
"Was this man's blood so irresistible?" The man's cries for help grew louder.
"Irrisistible enough that you'd rather have his blood than mine?" He spoke through his teeth, poison in his voice.
"You can only drink my blood. Only and only mine." And the man made one last pitiful sound before falling silent.
Before Caleb took the weight off you, he spun you around, making sure you faced the opposite direction, and took a few steps forward with you. But you had no intention of looking at the man's final form anyway. You walked to your house, knowing that Caleb would no longer show the same trust towards you. He wrapped one arm tightly around you and pressed you against his side. He was silent along the way and didn't look at you, and when you stole glances at him, he didn't pay attention. His expressionless face was focused only on the forward.
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