𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞:
— when the one thing they swore was theirs tries to escape.
— warnings: yandere themes, don’t worry i think they are softie yanderes 🥺💞 i couldn’t make them too mean. fear-play, mentions of toxicity.
xavier – “i’ll fix you myself.”
you made it exactly 36 hours before he found you. things with yandere xavier were simple. you just needed to behave and be his. be solely his. sometimes he got jealous and may even manhandle you a little. bruise your plush thighs when you try to squirm away when he holds you close. “baby, my little star. don’t force me to be mean, hmm?” he just wants you to be his good little girl. why is that so hard for you? sigh… though, xavier never thought you’d be the one to escape from him one day. now that… really sucks and really stings…
he didn’t even need a tracker—he followed the trail of your injuries, your scent, and your regret. because the moment you took advantage of his long mission & escaped. you knew he would find you soon. his evol makes it all the way hard for you to run anyway. and honestly? how can you? he has been alive for about two centuries now. god knows how is he feeling about this right now. you managed to find a shelter eventually to take a little rest. your body feels sore & broken. like maybe you should’ve reconsidered.
when he appears in the doorway of the abandoned shelter you’d been hiding in, there’s his sword in his hand and the kindest smile on his face. you know it’s him from the way his evol lit up the entire place like sun in the middle of the night. oh he is fuming. pathetically angry that even words are failing him. but there’s also… relief.
“your pulse is too fast. that won’t do, my little starlight. we’ll regulate that soon.” is all he says, walking closer, watching you cower with no empathy as he carries you princess style.
you have a collar next, around your neck. you can’t even think about escaping from him now. he runs you a warm bath, silent, like the eye of the storm. “i need to understand what makes you run.” xavier wants to punish you. wants to see how sorry you are. but three whole days of being without you is a little too much.
“escaping was a symptom, little one. but don’t worry, we have a cure.” the cure? locks in the entire house. whatever tiny shred of freedom you had been taken away. he at least let you exist freely before. not anymore.
zayne – “you said you loved me. that makes you mine.”
you disabled your evol tracking chip, smashed your comms, and even changed your identity, you had planned this for a while. zayne was always so disciplined; always knew what to do and when. escaping from him needed discipline too. so you pretended to love him, to be his pliant little girl he cherishes. and honestly there were moments when you were almost not pretending. when his warmth truly felt comforting.
but then the incident with greyson happened— you two were having a friendly little chat. and that showed you just how warped and deep zayne’s antice and jealousy roots flow. just how cold he can be, like his evol. while eating lunch, two restraints locked onto your wrist as he interrogated as to — what exactly was so funny that greyson said. by the end of it, you had teared up, lip wobbling and zayne’s faux warmth coddling you and comforting you…
now that you think you’re safe and done… it’s enough; right? it’s been four months now. right? didn’t matter. zayne’s love is algorithmic. and as a lead cardiac surgeon with projects that include expansions with ever, patients that are so powerful, and dawnbreaker with subconscious of finding you. where could you really go?
so one day, he just appears in your new house. knocking softly. and when you open the door, you know what’s next. fury. zayne’s expressions are neutral. incomprehensibly neutral. “good morning. little one.” he hums, walking and inviting himself inside as he settled into the couch. “i see you’ve lost some weight, have you not been keeping up with the desserts you like? or do you only eat them when i order?” he hums as if he’s used to this…. that’s what scares you about zayne the most.
“are you going to start packing or do you want me to?” he raises a brow next. you truly don’t want to witness the brat tamer inside him. “zayne—“
“not a word.” is all he says. carefully helping you pack up everything. with reverence. carefully picking apart your new life, piece by piece.
once he has you, he doesn’t touch you—he isolates you. he just does his duties, tends to you, makes sure you eat healthy meals, helps you on your period. but doesn’t talk, doesn’t say anything. it’s as if you are his little pet who he can’t understand — or worse, doesn’t want to understand.
one thing about zayne is… he is patient. so he patiently waits when you feel vulnerable, patiently waits for when you feel sorry. when you come to him on your own and wrap your arms around him, when you kiss him just to feel a speck of his warmth. then— he rage fucks you. pours out all the heartbreak and aggression… but now you want it. you’re lovestarved…
rafayel – “this is what heartbreak makes me, bride.”
rafayel, your cute little famous artist. who can get a little bit unhinged at times. wait, actually, a lot unhinged at times… you remember when he named a new flower species on your name. guess that’s what a lot of money can do for someone. when you do decide to escape from him, it’s because of his lack of boundaries. we want sex, we want to go out on a walk, we want to travel today. there was always ‘we’ and rafayel didn’t understand ever… what could be more important to you than spending time with him.
when he does find you, he is livid. not the rafayel you know. his scales are visible and he is sickened by the fact that you tried to break his heart again. his jaw is ticking and he decides you need to be somewhere you have no chance of escaping from. the sea.
he stands beneath your window, a monstrous thing draped in iridescent scales and divine wrath. “let’s go home, my beloved bride.” is all he says, gripping you by the neck and tugging you closer to his chest. “since you didn’t want me on your own, i will make sure you fall in love with me.” in lemuria… in the sea…
“you killed the man who would’ve worshipped you. so i became a god.” is all he says. taking you down the trenches while you whine and cry, struggling against the merman. “you will not be punished ofcourse, but guess i need to try something new.”
“you can rest now, little fishie. the nightmare was leaving me.” he croons softly, hands running through your hair as you cry softly. rafayel is delusional in the sense that he knows he will make you fall for him again. there are no ifs and buts. never will.
sylus – “run again. sweetie. i want you to.”
sylus doesn’t chase. he hunts. and you’re about to meet the side of him again which you saw when you first met. him forcing to resonate with you. the problem is, he didn’t let you go after. anywhere. you were there, in the onichynus compound. rotting. there were days you played games with luke and kieran, there were days mephisto helped make you feel less lonely… less confined. but you missed your old life. you missed it way too much.
and when you do run? he lets you run. the n109 zone stretches for miles, and he wants you to burn out there. wants you to remember every second you tried to outpace him. wants you to remember how it feels to be a pawn in the onichynus territory. when you reach the n109 zone borders, he finally decides he’s bored of this cat and mouse game. sylus is honestly disappointed… and a little enraged. he did think you would warm up to him eventually. but he warmed up more, and faster. fell in love harder…
when he catches you (because of course he does), his hands are hot like fire, his voice like smoke. “you’re lucky i love you, kitten. if it were anyone else…” he doesn’t finish the sentence. just smiles. his usual cockiness hiding behind the betrayal. this is also the first time ironically, that he admits he loves you. earlier, it was just actions.
he drags you back to the Onychinus compound, lips against your throat as he enters through, “every security node’s now coded to your breath pattern. try running again. i dare you.”
the marks he leaves on your supple skin aren’t just bruises—they’re ownership.
“if you want to run so bad, don’t get caught. i will break your legs next time and let you crawl back to me.” no he won’t. he is the king of empty threats.
your eyes glass out, your throat feels clogged as you witness the same side you loathed and hated all over again. “i’d rather die then.” you scoffed. watching his expressions fade into shock and sadness… then rage.
hand grasping your throat, “oh that’s not how that works, kitten. i would drag you back to whichever place you go to. you and i are one. always have, always will.”
caleb – “you really broke me, pipsqueak.”
he’s quiet for days after you vanish. lets you go to linkon, lets you have the faux feeling of safety. when you left colonel caleb’s island house in skyhaven, you were adamant on two things. 1) you don’t want this version of him. 2) he has always been this way. the last argument where he made it pretty clear he was sick of playing this family game. gege… but then he kept you here. put skyhaven’s travel on lockdown. no one goes in and out. and when he eventually lifted it, you were ready to leave.
then the moment you are in linkon, he shows up, soaked in rain, colonel uniform. eyes fixated in livid rage, the one you are used to seeing when caleb doesn’t get his way. the one you’ve seen countless times but cuts too deep every. single. time.
“you’ve eaten? pips?” he raises a brow before getting inside, looking around the house as if he belongs there. and then… typical caleb behaviour. “you know, you really hurt me when you left skyhaven.” he hums, pinning you against the nearest wall, tucking your chin up as he smiles. “and i wanted to make sure you are safe and sound. away from everyone… in a world that belongs to just the two of us.”
he doesn’t drag you back—he guilt-trips you, lovebombs you, whispers about forever until you start believing you’re the villain. if you don’t want to live in skyhaven, then caleb will live with you. you see how exhausted he gets when he books coelum express everyday. you see how sleepless he gets whenever you shun him to the couch & he doesn’t get to hold you, you see how angry he gets when your colleagues suddenly make plans to take you away…
caleb has patience. he has practised insurmountable amounts of thick and grimy patience whenever you were teens. he knows how to be with you. he knows you inside out. even when you’re moody, even when you’re overwhelmed, even when you’re crying one day because you miss the version of him that feels like home. because he’s caleb, he’s always going to be by your side.
of course you give up, and decide to come back to him— and once you’re back, he locks every door, he bolts everyone from seeing you. caleb did say he would host a funeral your friends can attend. so you know the depths he is willing to reach just for you.
“you can’t leave if you’re part of me, right? maybe it’s time we merge. you can’t ever leave without my permissions. i’ll lurk, i’ll love you— even if you don’t need me to. even if, it’s messy.” he hums, holding you and craddling you in his lap as the heavy and high windows get drenched with skyhaven’s heavy rain. lightning and thunder causing you to curl up right against him.
you realize too late—he never needed chains. just your love, warped beyond repair. and if you can’t give him, he will make do with his love — also warped, beyond repair.
a/n: welp — i got carried away about caleb but as you guys know i am not normal about my baby at all :3 lmfaoo. i hope you guys like this one <3 comment and reblog please💞
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