Be-ee

It's me, Bee! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

MASTERLIST ♡ RULES ♡ ABOUT BEE

and does captive!reader has something to do while nanami is at work all day?

Thank you for the ask anon!

Most of readers clothes are comfortable lounge wear. Think sweatpants, and hoodies. Nothing restrictive or overly fashionable on a daily basis.But because Nanami buys all of Reader’s clothing, some of his preferences inevitably slip in. Not overly revealing or anything like that, just clothes that fit the image of Reader he’s built in his mind. Things he'd like to see you in. Quietly elegant and feminine peices. Reader intentionally avoids wearing them because they know Nanami would just love it. I feel like she would have just once. A beautiful off- the-shoulder cream sweater he had bought. The smirk on his face was insufferable. You had sworn never to touch it again. A shame too since you really did like it..

COULD YOU WRITE A SCENARIO WHERE NANAMK ACTUALLY LOSES HIS COMPOSURE AND GETS ANGRY AT THE DARLING

hehehe, you're right anon! Nanami definitely does have weakness you could exploit. I've hinted at it a bit, but what breaks Nanami probably wouldn’t be disobedience in of itself..What would actually crack his composure is the realization that you would rather destroy yourself than belong to him. Because Nanami’s entire control system depends on the belief that eventually you’ll adapt. Give in. And this will all just become natural.

You hold the ceramic shard to your wrist.

The apartment hums softly around you. The refrigerator, the rain against the windows, the ticking clock. Normal sounds.

"Put it down," Nanami says.You laugh shakily and drag the shard harder against your skin. Not enough to cut deep. Just enough to let him know you could.

"You’re proving nothing."

"No?" Your smile trembles. "I think I’m proving quite a lot." He gives you a look sharp enough to split bone."You think hurting yourself is doing anything?"

"I think it’s the only choice you left me."

He stares.

"You know what’s funny? I think I finally understand you." Your grip tightens on the shard. "This was never about love. You just couldn’t stand the idea, the possibility, of not being chosen."

Nanami moves before you even realize it.One second he’s across the room.The next his hand is around your wrist.

Hard.

Painfully hard.

The ceramic clatters away.And for the first time since your captivity began,Nanami looks genuinely angry.

"You will not do that again."You try to yank your hand back. His grip only tightens.

"You refuse to eat. Refuse to sleep. Refuse kindness simply because it comes from me."His fingers dig into your wrist.

"I love you," he says, sharper now, stepping closer, "DESPITE the fact that you are doing everything possible to turn that love into something ugly."The shard on the floor catches light between you.Nanami notices your glance. "This," Kento Nanami pauses, breathing slow through his nose.

What are the contents you are comfortable and uncomfortable with?

I normally write for Genshin, Jjk, and Lads, because im familiar their characters! But I'm not opposed to new intresting characters too! As for content...I'm really only comfortable with sfw themes (｡-ω-) ALTHOUGH I will write minor gore and heavy topics! If I ever get any crazy requests, I'll just ignore them :d

ty for the ask anon! ( ﾟ∀ﾟ)人(ﾟ∀ﾟ )

Context!

One thing about captive!reader: escape attempts are inevitable. Frequent yet futile.But you had never actually made it that far before.Usually, the furthest you’d get was a picked lock or an open window before Nanami found you.

And when he did, he never punished you. Never yelled or treated you cruelly.Instead, he’d simply lock the door again and guide you back inside.

Here's a secret I'll let you in on, nothing about your situation is accidental. Everything is deliberate and controlled.Including your hope.

Especially your hope.

There’s a reason you were only then able to get out that day. A reason he left your side long enough for you to try. Your escape was never a fluke.

Nanami hadn’t lost control of you for a single second.So, as always, he guides you home without resistance. He sits you on the couch, and places a warm cup of tea in your trembling hands. He crouches in front of you. Your eyes burn with tears,and your body shakes like a leaf.Nanami smiles gently, tilting his head.“Today was a good day,” he says softly. “I enjoyed it.”

More yandere Nanami? Ask and you shall receive (*゜▽゜)_□

It had been months since you’d last seen the outside world properly.

At first, after he kidnapped you, you had counted the days obsessively. But eventually, life settled into something somewhat domestic.

Nanami left for work. Nanami came home. Nanami cooked dinner. Nanami read while you pretended not to watch him from across the room.And every locked door remained locked.

So when he suggested a “day out” over breakfast one morning, you genuinely thought he’d lost his mind.

"What?"

Nanami calmly buttered another piece of toast. "It’s nice out today."

You blinked.He smiled faintly, "Let’s consider it a date."

A date.You nearly laughed in his face.But then he stood, and later that day you were stepping out into sunlight for the first time in what felt like forever.

The warmth of the sun kissed your skin so intensely it almost hurt. The roadside bustled with life. Crowded little market stalls lined the streets, overflowing with flowers, handmade crafts, fresh fruit, sweets, fabrics.

People laughed loudly around you. Children ran through the crowd, and somewhere nearby, music played softly.You couldn’t recognize the town at all. Didn’t know where he had brought you.

But who cared?!

Freedom, oh how it intoxicated you.

Your eyes darted everywhere at once as you walked beside him. Taking it all in so quickly it made your chest ache.Nanami stayed quiet, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other occasionally brushed against your back to guide you through crowded paths.

He looked painfully ordinary today. Like any normal man spending a peaceful afternoon with someone he loved.

"Careful.' he murmured as you nearly backed into a fruit stand.You laughed breathlessly before you could stop yourself. Nanami looked at you then, expression softening almost imperceptibly.

"There," he said, nodding toward a nearby vendor. "You were staring at those earlier."

Delicate bracelets and hand beaded necklaces hung from a wooden display from one of the stalls.

You looked at him suspiciously. "You’re buying me those?"

"I buy you things all the time." He smiled down at you, "Blue's still your favourite colour, right?"Your stomach twisted unpleasantly.Before you could respond, Nanami had made his way to the vendor, reaching for his wallet as the man spoke to him.

And for the first time all day—His attention left you.

Run.

The thought slammed into you so violently, your body moved before your mind caught up.You shoved through the crowd, heart pounding wildly against your ribs as voices blurred around you.

Your breathing turned frantic. Desperate.

Someone could help you.

Someone had to help .

Your eyes locked on an elderly woman arranging bundles of lavender beside a flower stall.You rushed toward her so quickly you startled her; grabbing onto her cardigan with shaking hands.

"Please!" you gasped. "Please help me—he kidnapped me—I don’t know where I am—please—"

The woman’s eyes widened immediately with concern. "Oh goodness…"

"He keeps me locked away." you choked out. "I haven’t been outside in months—I—"

"Y/n."

Your blood froze solid.That voice.

Slowly, you turned.Nanami stood only a few feet away.Composed as ever. Not angry. Not even panicked.

The old woman glanced between the two of you before recognition suddenly lit her face."Nanami, dear."she said warmly. "Is this the fiance you’ve spoken so highly of? She’s a pretty one."

Your grip on her tightened desperately. Your trembling worsened.

"She says she was kidnapped…" the woman added uncertainly.Nanami sighed softly, rubbing the back of his neck with practiced exhaustion before letting out a quiet laugh."Really?.., haha." His gaze flicked briefly toward you. "I’m sorry for her outburst…You know how she’s ...sick. I just thought today she was well enough to go out...It’s been a while.."

The woman’s face immediately fell into sympathy."Oh, you poor things…"

"She gets frightened in unfamiliar places sometimes," Nanami continued gently. "It's my fault, I shouldn’t have overwhelmed her.

You stared at him in horror.The old woman carefully peeled your fingers from her sweater despite your resistance."It’s alright, dear," she soothed kindly. "Of course it’s alright."

Then she placed your trembling hands into Nanami’s.His grip closed around yours immediately. His thumb brushed over your knuckles once in a gesture so tender it made you feel ill.

"Thank you." he told the woman politely.Then he looked down at you.

yandere nanami x feisty kidnapped reader

The first day you stopped eating, Nanami treated it like another one of your protests.You refused breakfast.

Fine.

Lunch sat untouched for hours.

Fine.

Dinner stayed cold on the counter while you locked yourself in the bathroom with a blanket and your dying phone.

Still fine. It didn't work anyways.

Nanami only knocked once that night."You’re upset," he said calmly through the door. " I understand."

"You understand nothing."

Silence.Then his measured footsteps retreating down the hall.At the time, you thought you’d won something.By the second day, the apartment felt different.

Too quiet.

Nanami usually kept routines with near-obsessive precision. Coffee at six. Work calls. Reading reports at the kitchen table. The low murmur of the television in the evenings.Now all of it revolved around the bathroom door.

"You need water at least."

"No.

"You’ll get sick."

"Good."

A long pause followed that.When you peeked beneath the crack under the door later, you saw he was still there. Sitting on the floor, untouched plate beside him.Waiting.

You kicked the door once just to hear him move away.Instead, he stayed exactly where he was."You can hurt me if it helps..." he said quietly. "But please eat something."You curled deeper into your blanket.

By the third day, things started breaking.Not objects.Him.You woke sometime in the afternoon to muffled pacing outside the bathroom. Back and forth. Back and forth.Then silence.Then pacing again.

When he finally spoke, his voice sounded wrong.Exhausted."Please…"You stared at the door."Please eat something."You swallowed hard and said nothing.Immediately, more movement outside. He must’ve thought you’d collapsed.

"Y/N?"

You gave a non-commital mumble.He let out a deep sigh "Oh thank god-"He cut himself off sharply, breathing uneven. "I-I’ll make you anything you want."

"As if I’d eat your food," you spat back.The response came instantly."I’ll order."

You frowned."Anywhere,"he rushed on. "You pick the place."

"You think I’m stupid? You’ll drug it."Silence hit hard enough to feel physical.Then a quiet thud against the door.Like he’d leaned his head against it."I won’t." he said quickly. "I swear."

"You kidnapped me."

Another silence.Longer this time.

When he spoke again, his voice cracked around the edges." I know."Your chest tightened unexpectedly.The doorknob shifted once, barely.Not opening.Just holding.

"I don’t care if you hate me," he admitted quietly. "I don’t care if you never forgive me, never love me." A shaky breath. "Just...please."

3 days..your legs felt wrong beneath you.

The rain had already soaked through Caleb’s sleeves by the time you opened the door.Your eyes were red. He didn’t ask what happened.

"Hey," you said, barely holding it together.

That was enough.You broke before you reached the couch, a sob catching in your throat as you folded into him. Caleb caught you easily, like he’d done this a hundred times.

"I’ve got you." he murmured, steady and warm.Your fingers clutched his shirt. “It hurts… I really thought this time…"

"I know...I know."

He held you, slow and familiar, his hand moving against your back in the same rhythm he’d used since you were kids. Just like when you'd scrape your knee falling of the swings.You fit against him perfectly.

That was the problem.

"Why does it always end like this?" you whispered.

Because it’s not me.

The thought hit hard. He swallowed it."Some people wouldn't know a good thing if it slaped them in the face." he said instead.You gave a weak laugh. "You always say that."

"Because it’s always true."

You pulled back slightly, searching his face. For a second, he thought you might see it. The way his thumb lingered beneath your eye, the way his breath caught.

"…What would I even do without you?" You asked softly.

There it was.

Caleb smiled, practiced and easy. "Fall apart, probably."You huffed, leaning into him again. "You're a bully."

Nanami’s room was quiet except for the soft clicking of his keyboard.College brochures were scattered everywhere.

Across his desk, the floor, and most of all, all over his bed, where Y/N had completely taken over. She lay on her stomach, legs kicking idly in the air as she scrolled through her laptop.Nanami, of course, sat properly at his desk. Focused. Like this was a business meeting instead of two high school students just trying to plan their futures.

“Hmm,” Y/N hummed, squinting at her screen. “I think I’ll be a flight attendant.”Nanami didn’t look up.

“Why?”

“So I can travel the world. Obviously.” She grinned and turned her head toward him. “You should be a pilot.”That made him glance over.

“Then we could work together,” she continued, wiggling her eyebrows. “And you could hook me up with all your hot pilot coworkers.”

Nanami gave her a long, unimpressed look.

“I’m not doing that.”

“Huhh? Why not?”

“That could get you fired.”

Y/N groaned dramatically and rolled over backward on his bed, papers crinkling beneath her.“Fiiiiine,” she sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “New plan.”Nanami returned to typing.

“I’ll just get fired,” she continued casually. “Then I’ll baby trap you.”

His typing stopped.

“Boom. Child support. Set for life.”

She turned her head toward him with a mischievous smile.It was mostly a joke.…Mostly.When they were kids they used to joke about getting married all the time. This was basically just a callback to that.She was mostly trying to get the classic Nanami reaction; the flustered face, the awkward silence, the “stop being ridiculous.”

Instead...

Nanami slowly turned in his swivel chair until he was facing her completely.

“What's this?” he said.There was a strange smile forming on his face.“You’re already planning to have a kid with me?”

Y/N blinked.That… was not the reaction she expected.Nanami leaned back in his chair, the smile widening.

“You know what?” he said calmly.“Sure.”

He turned back toward his desk.

“Baby trap me.”

His fingers returned to the keyboard like nothing had happened.“Ruin my life. I don’t care.”