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angelyuji · 19 days ago

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LADS yandere headcanons

sorry that some of them weren’t long, i didn’t want to make the post too long :( but hey!!! caleb day!!!! guess who got to welcome caleb home after 200 pulls!!!! (imcryingrealtearsrn) tbf i have almost all of his 5 stars and a couple 4 stars now :) all of my saving up helped thankfully

i didn’t write any nsfw but i have some ideas for the characters…. so lemme know if u want it :)

tw // yandere, kidnapping, violence (physical, emotional, mental abuse), manipulation, fauxcest, implied noncon and more, just general freaky nasty stuff

zayne:

zayneer;speojfso;ias doctorrrr doctorrr i think i sprained my ankleee gimme a full body checkup pleaseee ;)))))

he’s very cold to you, but like its just cuz he loves you so much he doesn’t want to scare you away with his actual feelings (thinkkk tsundere)

soooo overprotective over your health and safety

he wants you to quit being a hunter and stay at home, safe from danger

he’ll eventually convince you too, he’s so manipulative, using your heart condition against you

he wants to take care of you until he dies, a giverrrr in more ways than one *wink wink*

he wouldn’t kidnap you, but will convince you to move in with him (probably by saying smth about how it’ll be easier to keep track of your heart and care for you)

you trust zayne a lot easier than xav, raf, and sy becuz he’s your doctor and also your childhood friend (similar to your relationship with caleb) and he’ll use that to his advantage

now lets talk about doctor zayne’s behavior hehehe

in reality, yes everything about your relationship is against doctor-patient rules and all that but like who gives af yk

doctor zayne is the type to prefer doing your weekly check-ups at home in private

and by weekly check-ups i mean not just a regular physical, but a full body check-up

he’s sooo anxious about your health that even if violates your boundaries, he’ll strap you to the bed and snap some gloves on to feel every part of you

(for your health of course, def not cause he wanted to feel your warm skin without you struggling)

rafayel:

THIS MOTHERFUCKERRRR BRO

hes the clingiest person ever, he quite literally never gives you a moment of peace

constantly calling you, never leaving you alone.

he’s very bright and cheery whenever he sees you

but he’s very cold and mean to people he doesn’t care about, he’s very manipulative in that sense

raf is def, in my eyes, kinda the spoiled brat type

he hates when you say no to him so he pretends like you didn’t

if he asks you out and you tell him you can’t cause you’re busy, he’ll make up some excuse to get you to him

whether it’s calling your work and saying he has an emergency or calling you and guilt tripping you, he’s going to get his way no matter what

rafayel would most definitely kidnap you if he feels like you’re not giving him enough attention

like too many dates canceled, too many friends keeping you busy

he’s OVERRR ITT. you’re his inspiration, his muse, his very reason to live so he wants to keep you as close to him as possible

if that means keeping you chained up in his bedroom… then yeah he’s keeping you chained up babes

he’s very hot and cold with you as well

if he’s happy with you, he’s showering you with affection and love. being a silly goofy goober as they say

but if he’s mad at you, he’s cold to you and cruel

raf can be really fucking mean to you but the moment you retaliate, he’s shocked and like “why would you say that :((((“

raf is similar to xavier that he’s clingy, but raf is more confrontational with you. he will accuse you of cheating and force you onto your knees to show him how sorry you are. (he’ll also go and make sure that whoever it was that was taking your time and attention, never gets to talk to you again)

very much a pathological liarr

as much as he is annoying (i say affectionately), he’s constantly looking for your praise

wants you to compliment him and be comforting him at all times

and he’ll force it out of you if he has to.

xavier:

i feel like xavier is the most yandere of all of them like even in canon (this was written before i caleb’s trailer lmao. he’s 2nd most yandere now lolol)

he’s constantly stalking you. finding out who your friends are, what your daily schedule is, what shampoos and soaps you use

you’ll constantly feel like you’ve seen him at the store, but when you go and look, he’s not there (he’s done that before in game lmao he’s so cute)

xavier to me is also a typical yandere but more self-sacrificing. (i saw a tweet about xav and caleb where someone said they’re both yandere lovers but xavier is selfless and caleb is selfish and that perfectly encapsulates what im thinking)

very sneaky sneaky guy

he would kidnap you but that’s a last resort

he mostly just wants your attention and praise so only if he feels that you’re in danger, he would kidnap you

he’s very sadistic when it comes to people that try to take your attention away from him (will torture/kill a guy if they try anything with you)

he’s a jealous and petty i fear

if he feels like you’re talking to some rando too much, he’s immediately at your side, arm around your waist and glaring at them

my little star my cutie pie it’s hard to not fall for his innocent words/behavior becuz he speaks with such an airy voice and cute face

does unhinged shit with a cute smile and you’re usually blissfully unaware (or at least pretending to be), believing xavier def didn’t kill that guy you always say hello too on the way to work

it only gets worse from there once he realizes you’re letting his crazy slide

sylus:

sylus is very gentle and teasing in game and i feel like that also transfers to his yandere version.

contrary to his looks, sylus is not a violent yandere. because of the nature of his work, he doesn't want for you to be involved or see that violent side of him ever.

he's most def a sugar daddy type, very possessive. he wants to know where you are and who you're with at all times.

but he’s not like scary macho man about it, he’s informed you of how dangerous the N109 zone is so you know that his possessiveness is out of fear for your safety

he has most def put a tracker on all your clothes and electronics

if you are and want to continue being a hunter, sylus will support you

the only reason sylus would try to stop you is if you get mortally wounded, then he’s like “yeah no, kitten. you’re staying here with me where it is safe :)”

i feel like sylus would only kidnap you if the situation is that dire for him

like he’s fighting for his life for your attention and you’re giving nothing. he’s gonna be like “omg kitten, why are you not getting the hint :(“

alsooo he’s such a tease like theres nothing he loves more than constantly teasing you about everything

when he leaves for gang leader stuff, he gives you free reign on his black card as well as the house

he does not gaf if the whole house is pink when he comes back as long as you’re home

loves loves loves dressing you tho like he loves buying you clothes and dressing you up like his personal doll

my cute little sugar daddy

caleb:

i’ll be following the canon story for caleb’s headcanons

you guys grew up together, keeping each other safe and being each other’s best friend

and caleb had been in love with you since the moment you guys met

he def toed the line a lot when you guys were kids: making you promise to marry him and telling you that he’ll never leave you and that he would hurt himself if you left him

which at the time, didn’t worry grandma. I mean, you were all he had and vice versa so its not surprising that you’re both so attached

but as you guys grew up, his obsession with you worsens

he sabotages your relationships, keeps a tracker on you at all times, and have crossed a lot of your boundaries

but then caleb “died” and you lost your best friend.

caleb, i feel, is a very core yandere. like if you search up yandere in the dictionary, his picture shows up

he is obsessed with you to the point that it’s unhealthy for the both of you

some of his lines remind of jumin han’s bad ending 2 (from mystic messenger)

like this mf wants to collar you and keep you in a cage so you could never leave his sight. he wants you to be safe and there with him at all times

he would def kidnap you to do exactly this

he most def stalked you btw after he came back from the “dead”

he watched and stewed in jealousy as you interacted with the other LI’s. (yes i know that all the love interests stories are happening in different universes simultaneously but just for this… for the angst)

he hated when you went on dates when you were young, so seeing you again after so long just made his obsession and his hatred worse

he would try to threaten and kill anyone that stood in his way to have you

(also the ARM???? OKAY WINTER SOLDIER!!!) (im hoping the arm is a permanent feature but i wont get my hopes up)

when you guys were younger, caleb def snuck into your room to steal your clothes or anything that had your smell and he most DEFINITELY still does that

i honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he had a full-on shrine for you that kept him going until he could see you again

anyway the lines are kinda blurred on the familial relation, cause in the game, he talks about how although you guys were technically siblings, neither one of you considered each other as siblings

but i’ll leave it here with this, you guys lived together in your formative years so you most definitely experienced and learned (wink wink) a lot with caleb before anyyyyy of the other love interests

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lavandulawrites · 28 days ago

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Y’all better be prepared when I’ve played some more of Love and Deepspace😼 I’m in need of more yandere content, so I’m gonna make some my self😼

#lads x reader #lads #love and deepspace x reader #yandere lads #yandere lads x reader #yandere love and deepspace #yandere love and deepspace x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #sylus x reader #caleb x reader #yandere xavier #yandere rafayel #yandere zayne #yandere sylus #yandere caleb

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mitfloya · 1 year ago

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

pairings. Zayne x gn!reader

wc. 7K (yes, I like to torture myself)

synopsis. He was believed to be devoid of emotions, until you unveils his chilling secret. His hidden obsession with you has ensnared you in his icy sanctuary. You were blind to his fixation until it was too late, and now you find yourself trapped in his clutches, unable to escape.

warnings. The following content contains elements of obsessive behavior, yandere thoughts, stalking, possessive behavior, and may include poorly written narratives. Reader is referred to as 'you'. Proceed with caution, as this writing may be unsettling or uncomfortable for some individuals.

a/n. Hello people of the internet! I’m pretty new on this writing community so I hope I bring you guys some good crumbs to munch on! and excuse my horrible grammatical errors, English is not my first language. I may or may not have spend my time throwing up this whole ass detailed (press x to doubt) HC out of my mind, I tend to go overboard with my analysis and writing. Get some snacks and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy making this HC.

p.s. this is a reupload ver. the original of the post is accidently deleted

♡ Please reblog and comment on this post are much, much appreciated ♡

Ah…the ice king himself, known for his emotional detachment and seemingly heartless demeanor. His motives and intentions remain shrouded in mystery, as he builds impenetrable walls around himself. Yet, somehow, you managed to slip through those barriers, like a delicate flower pushing through the cracks in concrete, planting the seed of love without his knowledge.

Does he act upon it? Certainly not at first. He ignores it. Pretend that is was merely a sign you were someone he tolerated.

His acts of kindness are always subtle and unexpected. He treats you in a way that evokes certain reactions.

At first, he might seem out of reach. But you never know that he is always there for you. Always observing and studying your responses.

As you both transition into adulthood, he becomes your primary physician, a role that only intensifies his growing obsession with you. He never considered himself capable of falling in love at first sight, but his feelings for you gradually took root. He is always there with you, from childhood and in adulthood. Fate must have bestowed him with great luck to be your guardian, the one who monitors your health and controls your existence.

The time when you both went on your separate ways before you met again, he feels a void, a sense that something is missing. Maybe you meant more than he thought. The loss of you kills him. But does this heavy feeling affect his daily activities? no.

The thought of not knowing about your health and safety gnaws at him, like a splinter lodged in his mind. Have you eaten yet? Did you eat enough? Did you get enough sleep? Did you stumble upon an accident? Just a single scratch of wound on your skin would infuriate him.

You, on the other hand, dismiss it as the instinctual concern of a physician, and your own health condition made it even more difficult for him to let you go. You were far too precious to be released or, worse, left alone and broken.

Even when you’re away on your mission, he always ask about your being and whereabouts. He just wanted to know how you’re doing and it shows how much he cares for you, not monitoring you! That’s ridiculous, right?

However, whenever you were around him, you never felt like you were in control of your own bodily autonomy. Maybe you’re seeing things but have you realize how much you’re changing your lifestyle?

Zayne intelligence is no joke. You were far too naive to look back over your shoulder to notice he is manipulating you. He wants you to be completely dependent on him. But is it really that bad? After all, he was providing you with a healthier lifestyle, not to mention preserving your beauty. Or so it seemed.

Oh, but when you became his, everything changed. He became more open, more loving and caring, the kind that makes you melt to the ground and swallow you whole. Always attentive to your needs and wants, he has no problem with you buying expensive items, the money isn’t his concern. Your happiness is.

His actions become more evident, sometimes you notice it in the way he always makes sure you’re fully geared up and energized for the day, or the way he tries his best to brighten up your day in rainy days.

And when the time came for you to move in together, almost imperceptibly, it felt natural, that’s when he brings the real authenticity of himself, the carnal desire to claim over you starts to show.

He adorned you with the finest fabrics, adorned you with the most exquisite gems and jewelry that accentuated your beauty without overshadowing it. He always gives you the best and never less.

No one would question how many pictures he has of you around the house, as they simply depicted a man deeply in love with his partner…wait, you don’t remember taking this picture..how did he get this picture?

Caleb gives it to him. As always he has answers to everything, it makes you think he is expecting that kind of question, which is an odd behavior.

Even the windowsill display those seals and trinkets he has given you over the years, customized to your liking.

You saw it as a preservation of memories and the time he had spent with you, when it’s clearly a growing sign of obsession with the abundance of things of your own possessions, or things that reminded him of you were around the house, to the dark corners of his secret room you were unaware of.

You don’t realize you were brainwashed, did you? Or maybe because he is telling the truth from the start, he loves you very much and his actions serve as undeniable proof!

Until you try to resist or argue with him. It would be best for you to stay obedient and let him lead, he is the man in the relationship, you are his good girl, right? He never wants to hurt you, he is doing it for the better sake of you.

You learned your lesson when you got your first punishment. Each mistake or letdown adds a droplet, gradually increasing the intensity. When the glass finally overflows, it serves as a stark warning to never hurt or disappoint him.

Your life revolves around him. You want to buy groceries? Wait until he finish work. You want to go to the park? Let’s go together and don’t forget your coat, he doesn’t want you to get cold. You want to have some time alone outside? Sure.

Ah, the innocence of those early stages of dating, when the idea of tracking your partner's whereabouts seemed endearing. Little did you know that innocent app you stumbled upon on a social media platform would become the chains that bind you. In the beginning, it seemed like a cute way to track the distance between you and your partner.

That app, like a digital spider's web, silently weaves its threads around your every move. From the moment you installed it, it became his watchful eye, tracking your every step, monitoring your every move.

How naive and compliant you are, unknowingly making it easier for him to watch over you.

He doesn’t react much when a guy approaches you, no one will be brave enough, because you will always stay glued to his side. He often uses his sharp tongue to highlight their flaws and insecurities. Give them a judgmental stare at the guy as if he was nothing and brings nothing good in life like a mosquito.

Resorting to violence or criminal acts were never his first choice to get rid of those pesky nuisances, his jealousy always remains hidden and possibly close to nonexistent.

Because he knows, you will always comes running back to him. Even if you manage to slip from his grasp, he holds the power to reclaim you, by any means necessary. In dire circumstances, he does not hesitate to resort to violence, to eliminate anyone who dares to steal you away. He doesn't care if he has to hurt you or isolate you, nobody could ever love you like he did.

Once you are married and start a family together, your life will be forever intertwined with his. That's the end of you or maybe a better version of you that you never envisioned or hoped for, nevertheless it was all because of your love for Zayne that you willingly let him take control, it’s the best life you could ever live in, right?

You will never leave out of his sight forever.

#love and deepspace #love and deep space #love and deepspace headcanons #zayne love and deepspace #yandere zayne #zayne #li shen #zayne x reader #zayne x you #zayne x y/n

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magmdnv · 4 months ago

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warnings: mentions of violence, murder, kidnapping and flashing lights!

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d0ctorstea · 12 days ago

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Zayne request: reader is toxic, makes him jealous until he murders someone

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲▶ toxic games レイ

( 𝓢 ) ﹕ when you both are stuck in a toxic love

in which you, driven by a desire for control, manipulates zayne by making him jealous, flirting with other men to provoke his emotions and break his composure. as the tension builds, zayne ultimately snaps when you push him too far.

──── yandere ! zayne x gn toxic ! r ╱ ⌕ lovers2???, fluff ∿ w. unhealthy relationship ( they both are toxic ) , unethical relationship at the end ( kidnapper x hostage ) , romantic relationship , established relationship , cannon au , present timeline , second pov , yandere character , toxicity , not proofread wc. 5k (4,978) ｡｡ normally I don't want the first thing I write for a character to be this extreme, but I like this idea of they both being toxic.

☆ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 control. It was your domain, your power, the thing that made you feel invincible. You thrived in the spotlight, the rush of being the one everyone noticed, the one they desired, the one they couldn’t stop thinking about. You knew how to draw eyes, to pull people into your orbit and keep them there, desperate for more of whatever you were willing to give. But with Zayne, control felt different. It wasn’t just a game anymore. He wasn’t like the others. He was the type of person who seemed completely unshakeable—his composure, his quiet intensity, the way he moved through the world with that cold, yet somehow gentle, confidence. There was something about him that made you feel small, almost insignificant, in a way you hadn’t felt before. No matter what you did, your usual tricks, your charm, your manipulation—it couldn’t touch him. He was immune to all of it.

That unnerved you, more than you cared to admit. And you hated that. It was as if all your carefully honed skills, everything you’d relied on for years to control others, suddenly didn’t work on him. He made you realize that control wasn’t just about what you could make people feel. It was about what they made you feel, too. And Zayne made you feel weak, something you hadn’t been in a long time. So, you had to change that. You had to make him feel something. Anything. You couldn’t just let him stand there, unflinching, while you crumbled in the face of his indifference.

You would make him lose control. You would find his cracks, his vulnerabilities, and you’d exploit them, twist them until he was desperate for something he couldn’t ignore. It didn’t matter how long it took, or how deep you had to dig. You would make him feel what you felt—exposure, desire, the urge to dominate, to break free from whatever perfect calm he had. And when you saw that glimpse of him unraveling, just for a second, you'd know that you'd won. You would make him want you, in a way that he couldn’t hide, couldn’t pretend didn’t matter. And that would be your victory.

It started slowly—at first, just the little things. Small, almost imperceptible shifts that only you could fully appreciate. A smile at a stranger in front of him, lingering just a little longer than necessary, enough to send a silent message, one that Zayne would notice. A laugh, louder than usual, trailing on for a beat too long, a bit too carefree, just to see the way his gaze would sharpen, just to see if the quiet undercurrent of jealousy might slip through his stoic exterior. A hand, resting just a bit too casually on another person’s arm, lingering in a way that hinted at intimacy, but was still entirely innocent—at least on the surface. Each gesture, each playful move, was a calculated test, a subtle way to pull him closer, to see if his composure would crack under the pressure of his own emotions.

Zayne always watched. You could tell by the shift in his posture, by the faint narrowing of his eyes, the way his focus would lock onto you whenever someone else caught your attention. You could see the subtle twitch of his fingers, the way his jaw would tighten, just slightly, whenever you gave someone else more of your attention than him. But he never said anything. He never confronted you, never made a move to challenge your behavior, never let his cool façade slip. He was too controlled for that. He’d simply observe, as though studying you, as though waiting for something—a reason, perhaps, to intervene. But the thing was, Zayne didn’t need to speak. His silence was its own form of power, a quiet reminder that he could see everything, even the smallest details, and yet he didn’t need to react.

It was maddening, in a way. You could feel the tension simmering just beneath the surface, but it was never released. And that made you want to push even more, to see just how far you could go before he couldn’t hide it anymore, before that mask he wore so effortlessly slipped and he lost the calm that made him who he was. You could almost feel him resisting, holding back, controlling himself just as you had always done. But you weren’t like the others. You knew how to play this game better than anyone. And you would make him play it, too.

The little things continued, and you watched him carefully, waiting for the slightest crack. Every look, every pause, every shift in his body language became a puzzle piece you were slowly collecting, until you were certain you’d figured him out. But the more you tried to get under his skin, the more you realized: Zayne wasn’t just observing you. He was studying you, too.

You didn’t care. Not anymore. The stakes had shifted, the lines had blurred, and you found yourself fully immersed in the game. The one you didn’t intend to play at first, but now couldn’t escape if you tried. A dangerous one. You could feel the rush of it—the thrill of uncertainty, the way every move you made had a ripple effect, stirring something in both you and him. There was something intoxicating about the risk, the way it made your heart race, the sense that you were teetering on the edge of something you didn’t fully understand but craved all the same.

It didn’t matter if the consequences were uncertain or even dire. The deeper you went, the more you realized that you were hooked. The more you tried to make him react, the more you reveled in the challenge. It was about more than just control now; it was about proving to yourself that you could make him bend, that you could be the one to break his composure, to pull him into a chaos he couldn’t hide from. You could see the danger of it, the way you were both walking a thin line, playing with fire, but it only made you more determined.

You wanted him to feel the weight of his own restraint, to recognize that you were capable of pushing him further than anyone ever had. He had built walls around himself, walls that made him invulnerable, but you were testing those walls, chipping away at them slowly, strategically. You could see the way his control slipped sometimes, in those fleeting moments when his gaze hardened or his breath caught just slightly. You fed off that—fed off the power you held in those brief seconds when you knew you were getting closer to something real.

You didn’t care about what happened next. The danger only heightened your desire. There was no turning back now. Every step forward felt like a challenge, like a dare, and you were ready to take it. He was playing, too—his own dangerous game, his own silent war of restraint. But you wouldn’t stop. You’d keep pushing until you saw his resolve crumble, until you made him lose himself just as you were losing yourself in the thrill of it all.

It was no longer just about getting him to react. It was about survival now—surviving the storm you were both creating, the web of tension you were weaving around each other, until either of you knew which way was up.

The first time you pushed him too far, you didn’t even notice how deeply it was affecting him. At least, not at first. You were so focused on your own game, so caught up in the little victories you were winning that you didn’t stop to see the effect it was having on him. He was sitting next to you on the couch, his usual calm demeanor in place, his posture relaxed but alert, like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike—except he never struck. He was always still, always controlled, and that only made you want to push harder. You wanted to see him break, to see a crack in that flawless exterior.

You didn’t even realize how much the situation had shifted until you glanced at him, catching the subtle tension in his jaw, the way his eyes weren’t meeting yours anymore, but instead were locked onto something else—something that didn’t even matter. It was just a man you’d met earlier that day at a café, someone who’d caught your attention for a few fleeting moments, someone who seemed harmless enough. The guy wasn’t even particularly interesting—nothing special at all, really. He wasn’t the kind of person you’d ever consider making a connection with, not in any real sense. But it wasn’t about him. It was about you and the way you interacted with him.

The way you spoke to him, leaning in just a little too close, letting your laughter linger in the air between you like a secret shared in public. The way your eyes sparkled when he laughed at your jokes, a hint of something more, something playful in your gaze, like you were enjoying something that wasn’t meant for anyone else’s eyes. The energy between you and this stranger was light, almost flirty, but it wasn’t the stranger who caught Zayne’s attention—it was you. It was the way you were so effortlessly magnetic, so effortlessly in control of the situation, making the man laugh and smile as if it was your natural state of being.

You didn’t realize that every second of it was eating at him. The more you leaned into the conversation, the more you reveled in the attention you were getting, the tighter his grip on the edge of the couch became. His fingers were curled into the cushion, so subtly you almost missed it. His lips pressed together, holding in whatever thought or emotion was rising in him, and there was a slight flare in his nostrils, a tension building in the lines of his face that you mistook for nothing more than his usual impassive nature. But it was different this time. There was something more to it. It wasn’t just indifference anymore.

You didn’t notice at first. You were too lost in the moment, too wrapped up in making the man feel like he was the only one in the room, when in reality, Zayne was the one you were trying to make feel something. But as you continued to weave your charm, to let your body language say things that your words never could, you felt a shift in the air. The temperature seemed to drop just slightly, the weight of something unspoken settling between you and Zayne, though he still never moved. His gaze was fixed on the conversation, but his attention was on you.

And that was when you realized—just for a moment—that you’d crossed a line. Not with the stranger, not with the man you were charming, but with Zayne. The look in his eyes had changed, a flicker of something more dangerous, more desperate than anything you’d ever seen from him.

It was subtle, at first. The way he sat there, still and composed, but something deep inside him was rattling, was beginning to crack under the pressure. You didn’t see it for what it was at the time—didn’t realize the depth of how far you’d pushed him. But you knew one thing for sure: you had made him feel something. And that was just the beginning.

Zayne sat silently, his fingers gripping the armrest so tightly you could hear the faint cracking of the wood. His gaze didn’t leave you, but it wasn’t filled with the warmth it usually held. It was something darker, something you didn’t recognize at first. It wasn’t until you saw the faint flicker of pain in his eyes that you realized just how much this was eating at him.

"Are you jealous?" you asked, your voice light, playful, laced with a challenge you knew would catch him off guard. You turned to him with a teasing smile, fully aware of the way his hands trembled, the subtle signs that his calm façade was slipping. There was a rush in watching him like this, in seeing him so close to losing control, yet still trying so damn hard to maintain that carefully constructed composure. "Zayne, you're acting a little possessive."

"I’m not," he replied quickly, the words coming out too fast, too tight, as though he were trying to convince both you and himself. He shifted in his seat, his eyes briefly flickering toward you before quickly darting away. He looked anywhere but at you—at the man in front of you, at the space between you and him, at the growing tension that was slowly suffocating the room. "I just… I don’t like seeing you with others."

It wasn’t anger you heard in his voice. It wasn’t frustration, either. It was something quieter, something far more dangerous—quiet pain, a raw vulnerability he had no idea how to mask. It was the kind of emotion Zayne rarely allowed to show, the kind of thing he fought tooth and nail to keep buried beneath that unshakable confidence of his. The way he couldn’t hide the conflict in his eyes, the soft tightening around his jaw, made it clear that this was something new, something unsettling for him. And that—that—was what made you want to push harder.

You leaned in closer to the man in front of you, casually brushing your fingers against his wrist, a small, deliberate touch meant to further fray the edges of Zayne’s patience. Your fingers lingered, almost sensually, and you could feel the brief moment of discomfort pass through Zayne like a shockwave, his breath catching just slightly, his gaze flicking to you for an instant, as if pleading with you to stop, even though he wouldn’t say it.

"You’re being ridiculous," you said, turning back to Zayne, offering him a smile that was all mischief and challenge. You could feel the air thickening around you, a quiet, electric tension hanging between you, one that both of you knew was building to something neither of you could fully control. "I’m just talking to him. It’s not like I’m going anywhere."

But the words felt hollow, even to you. They were a lie, a small lie, but a lie nonetheless. You knew you were testing his limits, carefully prodding at the fragile boundaries of his control, trying to see just how far you could push him before that veneer of perfect composure shattered. You wanted to see the real Zayne, the one who was buried beneath that cold, distant mask. You wanted to see him unravel, wanted to make him feel the sting of something he couldn’t just ignore.

And deep down, beneath the thrill of the game, you couldn’t help but feel an addictive pull—the kind of thrill that only came from playing with fire and watching it dangerously inch closer to your skin. It wasn’t just about control anymore, not entirely. You didn’t need Zayne to be perfect, to remain untouchable, to stay that calm, composed version of himself that always seemed to hold the upper hand. No, what you wanted now was more visceral, more raw. You wanted him to break. You wanted to see him give in to the things he fought so hard to control—the need, the jealousy, the desperation. You wanted him to need you in a way he couldn’t deny.

And that need, that crack in his armor, was what you’d been searching for all along.

You started ramping it up. Little by little, the teasing became deliberate, each move calculated to draw him in, to make him feel something that he clearly didn’t want to. You knew the game now, the push and pull of it, and you had a new goal: making Zayne feel the weight of his own emotions. The more you did it, the more exhilarating it became. At parties, you’d flirt shamelessly with anyone who paid you attention—men, women, whoever. It didn’t matter. You were just playing the role, letting the attention flow over you like a second skin. Men would circle around you like moths to a flame, laughing at your jokes, offering you drinks, as if you were the only one in the room worth talking to.

But you weren’t focused on them. Not really. You were always aware of Zayne, always watching him out of the corner of your eye. Every time you threw a glance his way, you caught the subtle shift in him. The tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes darkened with something that wasn’t anger—not quite. It was something worse, something darker. There was a flicker of possessiveness there, of something deeper and more desperate, and it made your pulse quicken. But he didn’t say anything. He never did. He just watched. And you fed off that.

One night, the atmosphere felt charged in a way that was hard to ignore. The music was louder, the people around you more animated. But there, in the corner of the room, Zayne stood, still as ever. And that’s when David appeared—a friend of a friend, someone you had met only briefly. He was tall, charming in that easygoing, carefree way, and it didn’t take much for him to pay you just a little too much attention. You could feel his eyes on you, the way he moved closer, offering you a drink, laughing too loudly at your jokes, all the while you stayed focused on Zayne.

You leaned against David a little more than necessary, letting your fingers brush against his shoulder in a way that was just shy of too intimate. You laughed, a soft, melodic sound that lingered in the air, just loud enough for Zayne to hear. And when you turned your head, you saw it—the subtle shift in Zayne’s posture, the way his shoulders tensed ever so slightly, the tightening of his grip on the glass in his hand. His eyes were locked onto you, unwavering, his gaze burning with something that left a familiar taste in your mouth—hunger. Not the kind you saw in others, not the lustful, surface-level desire, but something deeper, darker. A kind of need that Zayne wasn’t used to showing.

David, oblivious to the tension, leaned in a little too close, his hand drifting to your waist. His touch lingered just a moment too long, and that’s when you saw it—the flash of raw emotion in Zayne’s eyes, something dangerous, something feral. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even shift his position, but the weight of his stare was unbearable now.

You felt it. The hunger. The way Zayne was holding himself back, trying to keep his composure even as his whole body seemed to vibrate with that suppressed urge. His restraint was almost painful to witness. It was a crack in his usual stoic demeanor, and it was growing wider with every passing second.

David’s hand didn’t move, his fingers still tracing the curve of your waist in that casual, possessive way. But the effect it had on Zayne was palpable. You could feel the tension in the air, thick enough to cut through, and you knew you’d pushed him to the edge. The thrill of it, the power you held in your hands, was overwhelming. You wanted more. You wanted to see just how far he would go, how much he would allow before he broke.

You leaned into David, just a little more, just enough to make Zayne feel that need, that yearning that was slipping out of him despite all his efforts to remain unmoved. You couldn’t stop now. You wanted to see him crack. You wanted to see just how far you could push him before the walls he’d built came crashing down.

"I think Zaynie’s getting jealous,” you whispered to David, your voice laced with light, playful amusement. You flashed a smile, all mischief and challenge, turning toward David as you leaned in a little closer, just enough to make your presence undeniable. Every word was a calculated move in the game you were playing, each glance and touch designed to draw Zayne’s attention even more.

David, clearly oblivious to the simmering tension, grinned wide, his casual demeanor making him seem even more disconnected from the storm brewing across the room. "I don’t see why he’d be. You’re just having fun."

“Exactly,” you said, leaning just a little further into the moment, letting your hand brush against David’s chest with a soft, deliberate touch. You could almost feel Zayne’s gaze on you now, like a physical weight pressing down on your skin, even from across the room. It was a tension that sparked in the air between you and him—something electric, something dangerous. A storm was building, waiting to burst. And you were the one holding the spark that would ignite it.

That was when you saw it.

Zayne’s eyes were no longer the calm, unreadable gaze you had come to expect. They were wild now—flickering with something raw and almost desperate. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for his drink, the motion stiff, as though he were trying to ground himself. But you could see the blood draining from his face, the subtle clench in his jaw, the way his whole body was taut with restraint. He wasn’t calm anymore. Not the composed, cool Zayne who always seemed so untouchable. This Zayne was real. And that… that was what you had been waiting for.

And more than anything, it made your heart race.

You couldn’t resist. You needed to push him further, to test just how far you could make him crack. "Zayne," you called, your voice sugary sweet, dripping with mockery, just loud enough for him to hear but soft enough to leave a hint of challenge in the air. “You don’t mind, do you?”

His gaze snapped to you immediately. You could feel the tension shift in the room, all eyes momentarily drawn to the subtle but undeniable pull between you and him. But it wasn’t just his eyes that spoke—it was everything. The way his hands clenched and unclenched around the glass, his knuckles whitening, his body still as if every inch of him was holding back from breaking. You could practically hear the internal war raging inside of him. But he didn’t say anything. Not yet. He didn’t even move.

Zayne was holding himself back. And that, more than anything, was exactly what you had been waiting for. The struggle. The pain of it. His silence only fed the fire in you. You knew how badly he wanted to say something, to confront you, to do something, but he couldn’t. Not yet. And you were going to make sure it stayed that way.

“You’re being ridiculous,” you said, your voice turning colder now, laced with a bit of dismissive amusement. You stepped closer to David, your fingers grazing the edge of his jacket with slow, deliberate care. The fabric felt smooth under your fingertips, almost like a challenge in itself. You could feel Zayne’s gaze following you now, intense, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to feel it. Every second of it.

“I’m just enjoying the night,” you continued, your words dripping with nonchalance. “Nothing more.”

You said it so casually, you were enjoying the night—he wasn’t. You could see it in the way his body was practically vibrating with the need to move, to say something, to stop you. And that, more than anything, was the victory. You had him on the edge, and you were going to keep him there.

Zayne’s fists tightened at his sides, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. It was a small, involuntary movement, but it spoke volumes—the tension, the growing agitation beneath his composed exterior. You could feel the shift, the subtle change in the atmosphere as his usually unreadable expression began to betray something darker. Something more dangerous.

Then, it happened. You saw it in his eyes—the flicker of something raw and predatory, something that you hadn’t expected to see from him. His usual mask, the one he wore with such effortless control, was slipping. Just a crack at first, but it was enough. You knew it was over.

Before you could even fully process the change, Zayne was standing in front of you, his movements sharp and quick, his presence overwhelming. His hand shot out, gripping your wrist with an ironclad hold that left no room for escape. His eyes locked onto yours, wild and unblinking, the intensity of his gaze enough to freeze you in place. His face, usually composed, was flushed with emotion. But it wasn’t just anger you saw—it was something darker. Something that made your blood run cold. It was an obsession.

“You think you can do this to me?” His voice was low, barely a whisper, but it carried a weight to it—something dangerous, something that sent a chill straight to your core. “You think you can make me watch you with other men, laugh with them like you’re laughing with me? You think I won’t feel anything?”

Your heart skipped a beat, your breath catching in your throat. This wasn’t the Zayne you knew. This wasn’t the calm, controlled man you had been toying with all this time. This was someone different, someone raw and unrecognizable. And in that moment, you realized—it wasn’t just a game anymore. This was something you had created. You had pushed him past the point of no return, and now you were dealing with the consequences.

Before you could even form a response, Zayne’s grip on your wrist tightened, dragging you forward with a force you couldn’t resist. His movements were desperate, his urgency palpable as he pulled you out of the room. The hallway was dark and silent, a stark contrast to the chaos of emotions playing out between you. His fingers dug into your skin with an almost painful intensity, but you didn’t dare pull away.

“You wanted me to break,” Zayne hissed, his voice trembling, barely contained by a thread of restraint. The words were thick with something raw, something dangerous that you had no control over. “You wanted me to feel this. Now look at what you’ve done.”

Your mind raced, but your body was trapped—frozen by his presence, by the sheer force of his will. You wanted to reason with him, to make him see that this wasn’t what you had intended, but the words died in your throat. The look in his eyes told you there was no room for reason now. He wasn’t the same man you’d been playing with. He was beyond your control.

“Zayne, I didn’t mean it—” you tried to speak, but his eyes only darkened further, the fire in them burning brighter.

“You think you can leave now?” His voice dropped to a low growl, laced with venom. It was barely a whisper, but it was filled with something more threatening than any shout. “You belong to me. You’ll never leave. Not now.”

The weight of his words slammed into you like a freight train. Your breath caught in your throat, and the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. This was no longer just about the game, the fun of pushing boundaries. You had awakened something in him—something obsessive, something primal—and now, there was no turning back. You were trapped, caught in the snare you had set for him, and there was no escape.

“No,” you protested weakly, your voice barely more than a breath, but it was futile. His grip tightened, an unyielding force that left no room for resistance.

Zayne dragged you down the hallway, his steps urgent, as though he knew he had no time to waste. The door to the apartment clicked shut behind you, and the sound of the lock twisting into place echoed in the silence.

“You wanted me to break,” Zayne whispered again, his voice thick with a mix of rage and something else—something dark, something needy. “Now you’re going to stay. You’re not going anywhere.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the panic rising with every breath you took. You had pushed him, manipulated him, and now, you were the one at his mercy. He was no longer the composed figure you could toy with. He was something more dangerous, and you had no idea how to stop it.

Zayne paced in front of you, his hands twitching, as though struggling to contain the storm inside him. “I gave you everything,” he murmured quietly, his voice low, filled with something unsettling. “And now, you’re mine. Forever.”

The words hung heavy in the air, a dark promise you couldn’t escape. You wanted to protest, wanted to scream, but the look in his eyes—the wild intensity, the unshakable determination—told you it was pointless. You could see the finality in his gaze. He had made up his mind. You were trapped now, and the game was over.

“You belong to me,” Zayne whispered, stepping closer, his fingers curling around your wrist once more. His grip was firm, like a physical reminder of his hold over you.

Your heart thundered in your chest, the weight of the situation crashing down on you all at once. You had pushed too far. You had awakened something in him that you couldn’t control anymore. And now, you were going to pay the price.

Zayne’s eyes softened for a brief moment, a flicker of something almost tender before they hardened once more. The possessiveness was unmistakable now. “You’ll never leave me,” he said, his voice steady, full of finality. “Not now. You’ll stay with me, and I’ll make sure of it.”

And in that moment, you knew that the game had ended. You had crossed a line, and now you were paying the price.

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mrs-hatake · 2 months ago

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what a second... do you like the yandere trope 👀 not a formal request but like... the well is running dry on yandere versions of the lads men, any possibility you can write smth for them? u can do just Caleb if that makes u comfortable!! I just need yan!lnds but not many people in the fanbase do it 😔

i LOVE yandere!! especially when it’s well written 👌🏼

tbh, aside from caleb and (maybe) xavier, i can’t see any of the lads men as the yendere type, especially sylus. however, i think zayne can go down the yandere route at some point in his life.

i don’t have any plot ideas :( but i can tell you which types of yandere they are or they might be :)

caleb:

i think caleb would be the type of yandere who inserts himself in your life and plant his seeds of his possession from the start. he’s the type that will manipulate you into thinking he’s the only one you need. and that takes time and training. he’ll use a punishment and reward type of system; you do something wrong; he’ll either ignore you or give you short and clipped answers. you do something right and he’ll return to his usual self, praising you with smiles and a head pat.

he won’t outright isolate you from your friends but he’ll somehow convince you that they aren’t a priority.

xavier:

i don’t know anything about him since i always skip what he says lol so pls don’t came at me when i say he’s the jealous type of yandere.

he’s the type that has to be better than anyone else; stronger, faster, smarter, richer and so one and so forth.

xavier doesn’t like when guys approach you because he thinks they’re useless and aren’t worth your time.

zayne:

if zayne ever became a yandere, he’d be the overly obsessed type of yandere. he literally knows everything about you. What size shoes you wear, what type of toothpaste you use, what time you came home after work, the random elderly woman whom you helped cross the street and he even knows that you lost 0.5kg from a single glance.

he has to know who you’re with, where you are, why are you talking to someone, etc.

zayne even has several photo albums that he organized based on date, day, time and sometimes mood or weather. this guy’s nuts tbh.

sylus:

like i said, i can’t see him as the yandere type but if he were one, he’d be the harmless type. he’s aware of obsession over you so he knows how to control it.

sylus would be obsessed but not like zayne. he’s the type that places you on a pedestal, views you as a superior human so he must work hard to please and satisfy you.

he has you living in a gorgeous home. he’s showering you in money and adorns your arms in expensive jewelry. sylus is cooking delicious food, so good, that you never dine out or oder in anymore.

sylus loves you unconditionally, flaws and all. even when you do something wrong, he still accepts them because it a part of you. he doesn’t feel hurt because you often come around and correct your wrong doing.

rafayel:

he’s also the harmless type of yandere. his mantra is, “if you’re happy, then i’m happy.”

rafayel knows how to read you so he knows how to adapt to your mood. you’re upset? then he’ll be the perfect shoulder to cry on, the best therapist there is, he’d so anything to see you smiling again.

you’re feeling bright and bubbly? then rafayel is also intoxicated with exuberance. in need of a best friend, rafayel is there too.

like caleb, he molds himself into the perfect object for you to rely on. and if he doesn’t know something or doesn’t have a certain skill set, then he’ll teach and train himself until he masters them.

you don’t need friends, family or lovers to rely on when you have rafayel right there by your side.

#lads fanfic #lads headcanons #lads hcs #sylus x reader #zayne x reader #caleb x reader #yandere!lads #yandere!sylus #yandere!zayne #yandere!caleb #yandere sylus #yandere zayne #yandere caleb

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suiana · 8 days ago

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boyfriend! xavier who sleeps like a fucking log. wtf do you mean you slept for 24 hours!!! boy wake tf up!!! 😂😂😂 an ideal date with this man is probably just sleeping together in BED. no walking, no eating, just sleep. yeah. preferably together in his bed, with him cuddling you.

boyfriend! zayne who gets stunned when you bring up an apple whenever you have a fight with him. ok, so he's a doctor??? is an apple going to stop him from trying to comfort you??? what do you mean yes??? an apple a day keeps the doctor away???

boyfriend! rafayel who acts like the world is crashing down on him whenever you take more than a minute to reply. you have OTHER things to worry about? what are you talking about? HE should be the only thing you're worrying about 😒 work? filing reports? sure but what about HIM!!!

boyfriend! sylus who lowkey looks like a red flag because of his... job that he calls his fruit business??? boy you are NOT selling fruits sit DOWN. he's a green flag wearing red clothes but that's all that's red to him because he really is the most loving man you'll ever meet ☹️❤️

boyfriend! caleb who actually IS a red flag. yeah sure he might be your childhood friend but can't he be possessive AND your childhood friend? why have one when you can have both🤑😍 bet bro was also the one who gave you the apple to wave at zayne. what? he's just keeping you... safe! yeah, safe from your other childhood friend. totally ☺️

#yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere concepts #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #sylus x reader #xavier x reader #zayne x reader #rafayel x reader #caleb x reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 4 months ago

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Love and Deepspace Various! / Reader

《File welcomes you! Enter! ... Good Luck.》

Huming to the soft music playing in the cafe, you gently stir the brew. The smell of fresh bread and sweet syrups always lingering in the air.

You were glad for the calm evening, the morning rush had gone by rather quickly. Each order different than the last, yet you and youe colleuges made it through the first shift.

"Excuse me?" A polite voice pipes up. Giving the costumer your attention, your eyes widen at the familiar heroine hunter.

"Hello again! What can I get you Miss MC?"

You playfully smile, as the brunette beauty grins back at you.

"My usual, please."

"Alright, unicorn hair and a dish rag, comin' up!" You state innocently as her eyes widen. Her laughter lighting on the cafè as you turn away to the coffee cups.

Not seeing her lean her palm against her chin, eyeing the curve of your shoulder blades as stretch a arm up to the higher shelves.

'I wish I was that cup~!' She screamed iternally. This little haven of her's being the few solaces in her stressful life. Bringing out her phone, texting her friend, using every bit of sensabilty to not take photos of you.

You swoon openly, heart-eyed and face warm as you recount your feelings. Though, you knew telling the male of who your affections were for wouldn't make him bat an eye, (since he loved MC), it weirded you out at his strange behavior. Eyes slightly cold as his frown deepens into a pout.

You ignore it, knowing you had no chance with the love intrest. (At least you could swoon about the other male leads since they didn't know it was them you were talking about.)

"Hm? You okay?" You pause your rant, eyeing the blonde.

"...No."

"O-oh.." You head slightly lowered, toying with the holding trey. "A-ahm.. I'll just, get your order, Xavier." The friendly tone dying in your throat as you walk away. Frowning, know you shouldn't be pushing your luck. You'd at least hoped to be on friendly terms! You knew he wasn't as cold as he presented himself! But.. That was reserved for the MC only.

While wandering back to the kitchen, the blonde runs his fingers through his locks. Upset for being the cause of loosing your enthusiasm.

Jelousy spiking up quietly in his heart when recalling MC proudly showing off your number in her phone. Or hearing your sweet words of praise directed to someone else.

He'd have to find away to get it.

Sitting on the bar-stool, you eye the giant glass shard stuck in your leg. Trying to fake the pain, you were honestly nonchalant at the at the injury.

It couldn't really do damage.

Sweating slightly, you smiled nervously at the doctor.

Zayne carefully lifts your leg close to him, tenderly gripping your skin as he eyes injury.

"Okay... One, two... THREE." He stated, pulling out the glass stuck in your thigh. You blink, nothing, no scream, no blood... Nothing.

"...." The doctor blinks at you in disbelief. Shakily placing the shard down on the bar-counter.

"...Y.. Your body still must be in shock." The male rationalized, fingers digging into the flesh of your leg.

"O-oh... Y-yeah..." You hear the jingle of the cafè's door opening. Alerting the two of you as Zayne's body cages around you.

The painter eagerly pushes you down on one of the dressing room chairs. Smirking as MC walks into one the dressing rooms.

"You know... I think this color would look wonderfully on you." He spoke casually, sliding up closer to you. Holding up a shimmering blue dress with bits of jewels threaded into the seam.

You thought it looked really familiar to certain outfit of his-

"Huh.. I don't think it's my size though." You shrug, "the last outfit you handed me was a bit tight. I couldn't even pull the ziper up for the back."

You recall a few moments earlier, when MC eagerly wanted to take a selfie with you in that piece. Rafeyal immediately forwning and trying to push between you. To the point his hands pushing at your back away from the female Hunter.

Not seeing the grin he shot her when he carresed your naked lower spine.

"Though, I really wish you'd acompany me and Miss Bodygaurd to the exhibit."

"Oh? That's really nice of you to offer, but I-... Well.." You let a silly smile overtake your face. Dreamily sighing as you glace away, your heart couldn't take his pout.

"I.. uhm.. Got a date?"

Seeing that familiar smirk, you got another case of butterflies. Swallowing down your swooning, you notice a customer calling you over.

Passing by the male, you use all of your will power to ignore him. Eyes shinning with utter affection, you direct those feelings away. Greeting the costumer that called you eagerly.

Feelings still rampanging over your heart, you do your best to pay attention to the order.

Heading back to the counter, your co-worker writes down Sylus order as you start perparing the coffee.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to add on to my order. But may I have two smaller drinks with the order."

"Of course!" You pipe up, not daring to meet his gaze as you shake the syrup canister.

"Thank you, (Y/N)..."

He sounded out the name cheekily, with you heart fluttering about. You don't see that your name-tag was no longer on your shirt.

Instead, hidden within his coats pockets for safe-keeping.

[Hiya! I wrote this as a idea I had awhile ago! It was originally in the concept as a full fledege idea. But I scrapped it, sorry! Enjoy! Thanks for reading, if you wanna know more. Send in a ask!]

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heliosunny · 14 days ago

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Yandere!Zayne x Reader x Yandere!Caleb

Arts cre to artist

Summary: In a post-apocalyptic world overrun by monstrous creatures known as Wanderers, you are one of the last remaining scientists, dedicating your life to preserving humanity. Using cutting-edge biotechnology, you create Caleb and Zayne—two highly advanced humanoid beings designed to assist you in fighting the Wanderer threat. You implant them with memories of being your childhood friends to ensure they feel loyalty, trust, and camaraderie toward you. Caleb is the reliable and determined pilot, wielding gravity-based powers, while Zayne is the calm and resourceful medic, capable of manipulating ice.

The morning sun streamed through the reinforced windows of your lab as the smell of something savory wafted in, pulling you out of your deep focus. You looked up from the maze of wires and circuits sprawled across your workstation just in time to see Caleb entering, balancing a steaming plate in one hand. His dark hair was slightly damp, probably from his morning workout, and his signature confident grin was firmly in place.

“You didn’t eat again, did you?” he said, setting the plate down in front of you.

You blinked at the food—a plate of perfectly scrambled eggs, toast, and even a small bowl of fresh-cut fruit. “Wait… when did you have time to make this?”

“Right after fixing that mess of a ventilation system in the south wing” he replied, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

You gave him a wry smile. “You know, you’re starting to sound more like a housekeeper than a pilot.”

“And you’re starting to sound like someone who’s about to faint from hunger” Caleb shot back, gesturing toward the food. “Now eat before I make it a command.”

Reluctantly, you put down your tools and took a bite. It was annoyingly good. You mumbled between mouthfuls, “You’re too good at this. What kind of pilot cooks this well?”

“The kind that has to make up for the genius who forgets to eat.” he said, a playful glint in his eyes.

Before you could retort, Zayne walked in, clipboard in hand, his icy-blue eyes immediately narrowing at the sight of Caleb and his cooking.

“What’s this?” Zayne asked, gesturing to the plate. “Breakfast in bed? How domestic of you, Caleb.”

“Jealous, Doc?” Caleb quipped without missing a beat.

Zayne’s gaze shifted to you. “You really let him boss you around like this?”

“I didn’t let him,” you said, gesturing to the food with your fork. “But I’m not complaining. He’s saving me time.”

Zayne sighed, placing his clipboard on the counter. “You know, if you actually managed your schedule better, you wouldn’t need someone to babysit you.”

Caleb rolled his eyes. “And if you lightened up, maybe people wouldn’t freeze the second you walk into a room.”

“Caleb. Zayne.” You set your fork down and gave them both a pointed look. “Can we not do this every time we’re in the same room?”

Caleb smirked but didn’t push further, and Zayne gave a small huff before grabbing a tablet to check mission reports. Despite their constant bickering, there was an undeniable ease to their presence, like two opposing forces that somehow balanced each other out.

You looked between them, a small smile tugging at your lips. No matter how chaotic they were, they were your family—the people you could always count on, even in the darkest of times. ----- The mission had gone horribly wrong. Wanderers ambushed you in the dead of night, forcing Caleb and Zayne into combat. Caleb slammed one creature into the ground with a gravitational pulse, his jaw tight as he yelled “Get behind me!”

Zayne’s breath misted in the air as frost spread from his fingertips, freezing a group of Wanderers in place. “How about you stop barking orders and actually focus on not dying?” he snapped, his voice sharper than usual.

“I am focusing!” Caleb retorted, his gravitational barrier flickering as the strain mounted.

Realizing they couldn’t hold out much longer, you made a split-second decision. Pulling out a remote device, you activated the override. Both Caleb and Zayne froze mid-action, their bodies locking up as their systems shut down.

“I’m sorry” you whispered, dragging them to safety before finishing off the remaining Wanderers yourself.

When they woke up in your lab hours later, the tension was palpable. Caleb sat up first, rubbing his temples. “What… happened? Why couldn’t I move?”

“You shut us down” Zayne said flatly, his tone icy. His sharp gaze pinned you in place. “That override… what else have you been hiding from us?”

You sighed, turning away from their accusing stares. “I had no choice. You both would have died.”

Caleb stood, his expression unreadable. “We’re not just tools, are we? We’re…” His voice faltered, and his hand clenched into a fist. “What are we?”

Zayne crossed his arms, his voice low. “Answer him.”

Taking a deep breath, you faced them. “You’re not tools. You’re not experiments. You’re my creations. I built you to help me save humanity. And I gave you memories—false ones... because I didn’t want you to feel like you were nothing more than machines.”

The silence was deafening. Caleb stared at you, a storm brewing in his eyes. “So… we’re not even human?”

“No.” you admitted softly. “But that doesn’t change what you mean to me. You’re more than just creations. You’re my family.”

Zayne’s expression softened slightly, though his tone remained cold. “Family? Is that why you lied to us?”

“I lied to protect you.” you said, your voice firm. “I didn’t want you to feel like you were just tools. You’re not. You’re everything to me.”

In the days that followed, Caleb and Zayne’s behavior shifted. Caleb became more protective, shadowing you during missions and watching you with a guarded intensity. Zayne, meanwhile, grew more reserved, throwing himself into his work but keeping a careful eye on you.

One evening, as you worked late in the lab, Caleb sat nearby, idly fiddling with a gadget. “You should let me help you more.” he said suddenly.

“You already help plenty.” you replied without looking up.

“Not enough.” he muttered. “If something happened to you…”

You looked up, surprised at the vulnerability in his voice. “Caleb, nothing’s going to happen to me. I have you and Zayne, remember?”

He nodded but didn’t look convinced. “Yeah. You have us.”

Later that night, Zayne entered the lab, finding you asleep at your desk. Shaking his head, he draped a blanket over your shoulders and adjusted the room’s temperature to keep you comfortable. “She pushes herself too hard” he murmured, his icy tone melting for just a moment.

“Don’t we all?” Caleb’s voice came from the doorway.

Zayne glanced at him but didn’t respond. Instead, he sighed. “As much as I hate to admit it… she needs both of us.”

Caleb crossed his arms, his jaw tight. “Yeah. She does.”

The city was under siege, and the Wanderer threat was greater than ever. Caleb, Zayne, and you stood side by side, ready to face the horde.

“Stay close to me” Caleb said, his gravitational field already forming.

Zayne rolled his eyes but smirked. “Protect her all you want, but don’t get in my way.”

You placed a hand on both their shoulders, your voice steady. “No fighting. Not now. We do this together.”

For the first time, they exchanged a glance of mutual understanding.

As the battle raged, the three of you worked in perfect sync. Caleb’s gravity crushed waves of Wanderers, while Zayne froze others in their tracks. You enhanced their powers, amplifying Caleb’s field to cover the entire city and super charging Zayne’s ice to create massive barriers.

When the last Wanderer fell, the three of you stood together, battered but victorious. Caleb offered you a tired smile. “We make a good team, don’t we?”

Zayne chuckled, his breath misting in the cold air. “For once, I agree with him.”

You smiled, tears in your eyes. “We always have.”

As the world began to heal, so did your bond with Caleb and Zayne. They accepted their origins and found solace in their roles—not as tools, but as your partners and family. Though their playful rivalry remained, it was no longer tinged with bitterness.

----- Life had been peaceful in the months following the defeat of the Wanderers. The lab had transformed into a hub of innovation, with Caleb and Zayne lending their unique talents to assist you in rebuilding technology for humanity. Despite the occasional bickering between them, a quiet harmony had settled over the three of you.

That peace, however, was shattered the day an unexpected visitor appeared at your doorstep.

You were calibrating a new piece of equipment when the lab’s security system chimed, signaling an incoming guest. Caleb, who had been fixing a damaged drone nearby, frowned and stood immediately.

“Expecting someone?” he asked, tension creeping into his voice.

“No” you said, confused, wiping your hands on a cloth as you walked to the door.

The man standing outside was someone you hadn’t seen in years. Dr. Marcus Vell, a former colleague from your days as a junior scientist. His slicked-back gray hair and sharp suit gave him an air of authority, but there was something unsettling in his smile.

“Y/N!” he said warmly, stepping forward as you opened the door. “It’s been too long.”

“Marcus?” you said, startled. “What are you doing here?”

“I heard about your success” he said, glancing around the lab with thinly veiled interest. “I must say, I always knew you’d surpass the rest of us. Your creations…” His eyes flicked to Caleb and Zayne, lingering a little too long. “…are remarkable.”

Zayne, standing in the corner, crossed his arms, his icy gaze fixed on Marcus. Caleb moved closer to your side, his posture protective.

“Thanks, but I’m pretty busy.” you said, trying to keep the interaction short.

Marcus chuckled, unbothered by the cold reception. “Of course. I won’t take much of your time. I’m here with an offer. Humanity needs minds like yours—truly gifted ones. Come work with me. Together, we could rebuild this world far more efficiently.”

You hesitated, sensing the hidden implications in his words. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m happy where I am.”

His smile faltered slightly, and a flicker of something darker crossed his face. “Don’t be so hasty. You’ve barely heard what I have to offer.”

Caleb stepped forward, his expression hard. “She already said no. You heard her.”

Marcus glanced at him, his smile sharpening. “Ah, the pilot. A fine creation. But let’s not forget who’s really in charge here.”

Before Caleb could respond, you held up a hand. “I think it’s time for you to leave, Marcus.”

Marcus straightened his suit, his eyes lingering on you. “Very well. But consider this—talent like yours shouldn’t be wasted in obscurity. I’ll be in touch.”

As he walked out, Zayne’s voice cut through the silence. “I don’t trust him.”

“Neither do I” Caleb muttered.

You sighed, brushing it off. “It’s fine. He’s just an old colleague trying to stir up trouble. Forget about him.”

But Caleb and Zayne exchanged a look—one that spoke volumes.

Later that night, while you were asleep, Caleb and Zayne made their move.

“He’s not going to stop” Caleb said, his voice low as he paced the dimly lit lab.

Zayne, seated at a console, typed rapidly, pulling up information on Marcus. “Agreed. He’s been digging into her work for months. I found encrypted correspondence with other labs—he’s trying to recruit people to take her away.”

Caleb clenched his fists. “Then we stop him. Quietly.”

Zayne looked up, meeting Caleb’s gaze. “For once, we’re on the same page.”

Two days later, Marcus Vell vanished.

You didn’t notice at first, too absorbed in your work to realize he hadn’t “followed up” as he promised. When you eventually thought of him again, Zayne was the one to casually dismiss your concerns.

“Marcus?” he said, adjusting his glasses. “I heard he left the region. Something about funding issues.”

“Really?” you asked, frowning. “That doesn’t sound like him.”

Caleb chimed in, leaning against the counter. “People like him are all talk. He probably realized you weren’t interested and gave up.”

You nodded slowly, still feeling a vague unease. “I guess. Well, good riddance.”

Caleb and Zayne shared a brief glance behind your back, the unspoken agreement between them crystal clear. Marcus was no longer a threat.

A week later, Caleb handed you a plate of food while Zayne adjusted the cooling system for your new project.

“Thanks” you said with a smile, taking the plate. “You two have been unusually cooperative lately. Should I be worried?”

“Cooperative?” Caleb grinned. “We’re just that good.”

Zayne gave a small shrug, his lips curving into a rare smile. “Sometimes, we have the same priorities.”

You tilted your head, sensing an undertone you couldn’t quite place. But whatever it was, you trusted them. After all, they’d proven time and again that they would do anything to protect you—even if you didn’t always know the lengths they’d go to.

As you turned back to your work, Caleb and Zayne exchanged a small, knowing smirk. They didn’t need your gratitude. Keeping you safe was reward enough.

----- Bonus: The Great Dinner Standoff It had been a long day of work, and you were looking forward to a relaxing dinner. Caleb had volunteered to cook, which usually meant something delicious but overly ambitious. When you entered the dining area, the smell of roasted vegetables filled the air.

Caleb turned from the stove, flashing you a proud grin. “Dinner’s ready. I made roasted carrots with honey glaze, some chicken, and mashed potatoes. Pretty fancy, huh?”

Your mouth watered at the sight of the golden carrots on the table. “It smells amazing. Thanks, Caleb!”

Zayne appeared in the doorway, pausing mid-step as his eyes landed on the carrots. His face immediately darkened. “Carrots? Really?”

Caleb smirked, clearly enjoying Zayne’s reaction. “What’s wrong, Doc? Too sophisticated for your picky palate?”

Zayne ignored him, stepping into the room with a tray of his own. “I made something, too.”

You blinked in surprise. “Wait, you cooked?”

Zayne set the tray on the table, revealing a dish of cilantro-lime rice. “I thought I’d contribute.”

The moment Caleb saw the cilantro, his expression soured. “Cilantro? Seriously?”

Zayne’s lips twitched into a subtle smirk. “Oh, I know. Just thought it would balance out your… overly sweet carrots.”

Caleb glared at him. “You’re sabotaging dinner.”

“Sabotaging?” Zayne asked innocently, taking a seat. “I’m expanding the flavor profile.”

You groaned, sitting down between them. “Can we have one meal without a fight?”

Caleb pointed his fork at Zayne. “Tell him that. He’s the one ruining perfectly good food.”

Zayne calmly spooned some cilantro rice onto his plate. “I could say the same about your poor excuse for a vegetable.”

You sighed, grabbing a little of both dishes and taking a bite. The carrots were sweet and perfectly cooked, and the cilantro rice had a refreshing zest. “Honestly? They’re both great. You two should just appreciate each other’s cooking.”

Caleb muttered something under his breath but started eating, avoiding the rice entirely. Zayne, for his part, made a show of pushing the carrots to the edge of his plate.

By the end of the meal, you couldn’t help but smile. Despite their endless bickering, you knew they both cared in their own strange ways.

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Sylus x Fem! Reader

CW: Mention of injury and blood, yandere Sylus, slight cameo from Xavier, no use of Y/N, Sylus calls you doll.

In honor of Sylus being released I couldn’t help but write about his man. Kicking my feet, giggling, and blushing.

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He patiently stood on a janky roof with rotting wood. The stench of mold wafting in his nostrils and the pouring rain only amplified the unpleasant aroma. Thick evergreen trees concealed his looming figure, a perfect spot to watch through the eyes of his raven that perched on its own tree a few miles west. Calmly the bird observes a figure that has since piqued his interest in every lifetime. A peculiar soul that has only ever belonged to you. Though a rare and delicate rose like yourself intrigued three others. Tragically, you were not his alone.

Unbeknownst to you, he watched you often through various objects. A curious raven or strange crimson robotic eye in the sky— those times he had gotten careless, you caught him on occasion, not that you knew what the object was. He could not help it, you simply intrigued him. The vain of his existence being in every lifetime you would interest him. Such a pity.

Shamelessly his raven watched as you stood deep in the forest. Your jeans were dirty from mud splattering on the material, your leather boots were caked with a mixture of mud and grass, and your clothes clung to your body— soaked to the bone in pouring rain. But the weather conditions appeared to have little effect on you as you continued to run through the muddy terrain. Your eyes stared intently at your hunters watch, Sylus could only assume you were after a wanderer, “What a persistent little thing.” He chuckled to himself.

You were stubborn and oftentimes a bit too arrogant for your own good, especially when it came to combat. You refused to follow orders, going into the forest alone in search of a wanderer far out of your caliber. But your partner was nowhere to be found— you were never the type to wait around. Even if the task at hand was presented as dangerous, in the name of justice you sought to protect. “Such arrogance.” Sylus hummed, observing as you puffed your chest, and bared your teeth like some sort of wild animal to a wanderer triple your size.

Besides being arrogant, Sylus would also describe you as being reckless. When your adrenaline levels were high you barely thought with a coherent brain. This got you into trouble more than not.

With an overconfident stride you lunged forward with your sword, slicing the wanderer enough to earn a shrill shriek of pain and fury. A cocky smirk appears on your features as your sword is struck in its skin, piercing at its flesh. The wanderer growls in response, clearly growing agitated with the injuries it sustains from the blade of your sword. You were a fierce warrior, Sylus would commend you for that. But he knew the rating class of the wanderer in battle with you currently.

The wounds on the wanderer began to heal, its anger towards you palpable, and yet you refused to surrender as you raised your sword once more. Before you could strike, its massive foot made contact with your body, a yelp escaped your lips as its claws penetrated the flesh of your thigh. Within seconds the wanderer flung you in the air causing you to crash against a tree. You gasped for air as oxygen was deprived from your lungs, eyes wide in fear, and a hand reaching out as if to claw at the tree— practically begging for a savior.

Sylus prepared himself to intervene— this had gone too far. But when his crow squawked, he halted from rushing to the scene. A flash of pure radiant white light caught his attention. The beam was blinding that it almost resembled the welcoming embrace of an angel— utterly captivating.

Flashes of colors from the rainbow soon intertwined with the white beam creating a beautiful show of light. Sylus could hear the wanderer screeching a haunting melody within the wall of colors, meeting its demise, he could only assume.

Seconds passed and the noise dissipated into the unknown, alongside the glittering rays of color. The crow titled its head curiously to a tuft of white fluffy hair kneeled beside your body, concern evident on his face.

He wore a classic hunters uniform. Perhaps he was the missing partner that got you into this predicament. His azure eyes studied his surroundings for a moment to assess any present danger. When he found none, he tended to you. He carefully aided you back on your feet, holding your chin in his gloved hand to examine your face, “Are you okay?” His gentle voice asked.

Still bewildered from the previous battle you blinked a couple of times, slowly nodding your head as if processing his question. There was an aura of familiarity between the both of you. You allowed him to touch your skin to check for further injury. He was tender with you, as if you were a fragile porcelain doll that could break if touched wrong. Sylus could only grimace at the interaction, balling a scornful fist. The man was one of the three, Sylus knew this to be fact, he’d seen an exchange with the two of you before. Though, this one was much different than the last time. He no longer appeared to be a stranger to you.

The milky haired man frowned, placing a wet strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture felt over protective and affectionate, “It’s too dangerous for you to be out here alone.”

Sylus took note of the sparkle in your eye when you looked at him, the demure smile that flashed across your lips at his concern, and slight nuzzle against his palm. He was as important to you, as you were for him. There was a twinge of jealousy that tightened his chest, he should be the one touching your skin. He had to remind himself that the time would soon come. Sylus meticulously crafted a plan to insert himself into your life.

“You never showed, I couldn’t just wait.” You shrugged nonchalantly, it was almost comical to Sylus. You were near death’s doorstep for a moment, and acted as though it was merely another day in the office.

“I was trying to assess the danger myself,” The man sighed, “You could have been killed.”

“I’m okay, Xavier.”

It was evident you were far from okay. Traces of blood scattered your cheek due to small scratches from the tree. There were lacerations on your thigh from the wanderers' sharp claws, deep crimson blood now stained your damp pants. Xavier scowled, “You’re bleeding.”

Before you could retort, Xavier picked you up, “Let’s get you somewhere warm and cleaned up.”

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Sylus sat on a plush leather couch, his fingers tapping impatiently on his lap. The time is finally here, the lamb has entered the lion's den. Naively you drank his offering even if you were warned of possible dangers— your ego was still intact. Your persistence to find answers was admirable to him, but in the end it would come with a price.

A knock rang on the cherry wooden door before opening, “The prey has been caught, sir.” His assistant informed with a bow.

He smirked, finishing off his whiskey, and sauntering toward your location. The black liquid you drank earlier, was spiked with sleeping pills to make it easier for them to capture you. He couldn’t take any risks, you were a fighter afterall.

Sylus reached a large metal door with two of his men guarding the entrance. They gave him a nod as the door opened. He walked inside, noticing your body sat on an uncomfortable metal chair, your hands and legs were bound to it. You appeared to be groggy as your eyes wandered around the room— clearly confused by your new surroundings. “Ah, you’re awake.” Sylus stated.

His baritone voice caught your attention as your body stiffened the closer he got to you. Sylus could sense the immediate tension, your jaw clenching not going unnoticed by him, “Who are you?” You asked, your voice going up an octave as if you were preparing to shout at him.

He walked circles around you, practically sizing you up. In this moment you looked like a helpless little doll, which was different compared to the fierce and reckless warrior he knew you as. “Sylus.” He responded simply.

Sylus kneeled in front of you, his crimson eyes studying your every feature. You were much more beautiful than he anticipated, he was used to seeing you from afar that this level of proximity made his heart hammer in his chest. He understood the decades of intrigue from the three others and his own. A true enchantress that drove him mad with obsession. “Why am I here?” You snarled.

Your tone made him chuckle, “As I asked before, will you become the hunter or the hunted?” He tapped against the chair, “Seems you were hunted.”

“Are you some sort of pervert?” Your voice is full of contempt.

He shook his head, “No, nothing of the sort. You see, when you enter the N109 zone, there are no rules. We made a deal, you should have listened to your friend when he told you to tread carefully.”

Sylus stood on his feet, checking his watch to appear bored of the conversation. But you fascinated him, more than you could possibly understand. Currently as you sat captured there was an aura of defiance. A man as intimidating as himself did not shake you with trepidation; it was almost— thrilling.

For a moment your eyes widened in realization of your earlier conversation with Rafayel and the drink you accepted, “I only care about receiving intel.” You scoffed.

He placed a slender finger under your chin and tilted your head up to meet his scarlet eyes. A shiver ran up your spine, the sound of your breath catching in your throat made him lean in. “You’ll receive your intel in due time.” Sylus whispered, “But you’ll play by my rules, doll.”

Now that Sylus finally obtained you again, he’d make sure it was forever. He was never good with farewell’s, this time it would be different.

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