Some Yandere!Kyoya/Reader/Tamaki for the lovely @lunalightmidnight . Itâs been too long since Iâve written for these boys, honestly.Â
Word Count: ~2k
You could hear the door to your room start to unlock before you saw either of your captors. Twelve deadbolts, all lined-up vertically, lightly worn from both your efforts to break them and normal wear-and-tear. You briefly considered getting up and attempting to hide in some dark corner, but one glance around the small, cramped cell freed you of that possibility. Maybe it wouldâve been better if you had some closet to lock yourself in, or a window to crawl out of. Instead, the only comfort you had was the small, paper-thin mattress, laid next to the books Tamaki had been kind enough to give you.
Forcing yourself into a corner, you pulled your knees up to your chin, hiding your face the best you could. You could vaguely hear the door crack open, Tamaki and Kyoya stepping inside, but stopping before they reached you. You knew they were whispering, but neither of them had ever been good at that sort of thing.
ââŚsheâs not eating,â Tamaki said quietly, the harshness in his voice still coming through clearly.
Kyoya sighed. You could almost see him rubbing his temples, in only out of habit. âI know, love. I can see as well as you can.â
âWell, what are we going to do?! I swear, if you say-â
âWe arenât going to do anything, and thatâs final. Things will work out, youâll see.â
There were a few seconds of tense silence, before Tamaki huffed, taking a few hesitant steps towards you. A hand ran through your messy hair, smoothing it out. Or trying to, at least. You knew he was kneeling in front of you, that damned smile still spread across his lips, but you didnât dare to look up. You only shifted when his palm pressed against your cheek, the warm skin a stark contrast against the cold room.
âHey there, darling. Are you alright?â He asked, almost sweetly. Gently, he tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. Both he and Kyoya were still dressed formerly, like theyâd just gotten home. Half of you was touched that the first thing they did was come visit you, while the other half wanted to beg them to leave. âWhy arenât you on your bed? Is something upsetting you?â
You choked down a sob, trying to keep your voice as neutral as you could. But, acknowledging your situation while maintaining the unfulfilling level of emotion you wanted to display was⌠difficult, to say the least. âYou kidnapped me. Iâm never going to be âalrightâ again.â
Finally, Kyoya stepped forward, putting his hand on the blondeâs shoulder. âI think what heâs trying to say,â Kyoya paused, glaring down at his counterpart. Tamaki took the hint, letting go of you and slotting himself into your side. âIs that weâre trying to make you as comfortable as possible. Is there anything you need, (Y/n)?â
âMy family,â You stuttered out, frantically. Youâd already tried asking to go outside, to leave your room, to roam around while they werenât home, but all youâd ever gotten was disappointed stares and a lecture on how you had to be good before you got any privileges. Small things got a response, at least. âAre they looking for me?â
The two exchanged a look, but only for a moment. Tamaki nodded, and Kyoya gave up trying to stand, just sitting in front of you. He took your hand, and for once, you didnât resist. As long as he told you what you wanted to know, he could do whatever he wanted. âNot exactly⌠I mean, I wouldnât call it looking.â
âThey filed a missing-person report,â Tamaki added, optimistically.
You pursed your lips, squeezing Kyoyaâs hand, coaxing him to continue. He averted his eyes, dropping the empathetic pretense. âThey donât care. But, that doesnât matter. Youâre home now, with us. You shouldnât have to care about anyone out there.â
At that point, you couldnât take it anymore. You felt Tamaki wrap an arm around your shoulders as you started to tear up, pulling you closer when you actually started to cry. You didnât try to push him away, too busy with trying to cover your mouth and retain the growing break-down that youâd been putting off for weeks, now. Kyoya rubbed circles into your back, seeming hesitant to touch you.Â
But⌠you were glad they were there. This wasnât ideal, not in any sense of the word, but you didnât want to be alone, either.Â
~
âYouâre getting heavy, (Y/n),â Tamaki laughed, pulling you further onto his lap. Despite the new cot theyâd gotten you, he still didnât like you sitting on something so⌠lower-class. Whenever Tamaki visited you, your feet never touched the ground. And even when he wasnât nuzzling into your side, a vast collection of pillows and stuffed animals easily made up for his absence. âGuess this is what sitting around all day gets you. Iâll barely be able to lift you, in a few months.â
You punched him playfully, too light to actually prove anything. It took more self-control than it shouldâve to keep from smiling. You missed domestic moments like this, badly. But, you didnât let yourself fall into the illusion. Your arms are around his neck for support, you told yourself. It would be too much trouble to push him away. Playing along was easier. âShut up! You donât get to keep me in the same room all day, then complain about me gaining weight.â
âI could never complain about you,â He purred, bringing up a hand to pinch your cheek. âIâm just observing.â
Kyoya cleared his throat, dragging your attention towards him. The boy was sitting cross-legged next to you, back pressed against the nearest wall. The distance was normal, his affection more reserved than Tamakiâs. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât miss the feeling of his hands brushing hair out of your face, or the tiny, genuine smiles that just made you feel so special⌠But, you couldnât want those things anymore.
You couldnât want Kyoya anymore, or Tamaki. You werenât allowed to want any of this.
âSo, youâve been well-behaved, lately.â The words sounded practiced, like heâd been waiting to say them for a long, long time. You didnât mind. Youâd been waiting to hear them for a long time, too. âWeâve had a room for you, one of your own. It would be nice if you could share with usâŚâ He paused, fighting back a few choice words. âBut, weâll live with it.â
âIâm getting my own room,â You mumbled, not bothering to repress your grin. You tried to move forward, already eager for the change. âDoes it have windows? Do they open? And a computer?â
Tamaki moved with you, draping himself over your shoulders as you kneeled in front of Koyoa. With his chin propped on your shoulder, the blonde interjected. âI had to convince Mommy that you wouldnât run away, but thereâll be windows. No laptops, radios, or phones without our supervision, though. We arenât that dumb.â You felt yourself cringe in disappointment, but there wasnât much you could do. Not now, anyway. âBesides, thereâs nothing but trees around for miles. Why would you want to look at any of that, when you have your loving, handsome partners right here?â
Kyoya nodded in agreement, and you clenched your fists, trying to shrug Tamaki off of you. âThereâs a balcony, too. We knew youâd want one.â He slowly reached over, laying his palm over yours. It was a sweet gesture, until you tried to pull away. You forced yourself not to look down as his nails dug into your wrist. Seeing the blood the drew so often would only make not fighting back harder. âBut, the cameras are staying. I know you donât like them, but itâs for your safety.â
âFineâŚâ You smiled, moving forward and out of Tamakiâs arms, letting him fall. âI wonât complain, as long as I get a twin-sized bed. Nothing bigger.â
âQueen-sized,â Kyoya compromised, finally letting go of your wrist. âYou donât want to see Tamaki cry again, do you? Personally, I donât think my eardrums would be able to take it.â
Muffled rebuttles came from the blonde, but you just narrowed your eyes. âTwin sized,â You repeated, more sternly. âOr else Iâll start crying, too.â
With an exasperated groan, he relented. Tamaki pouted, find his way back to your waist. You got the feeling that he wouldnât be leaving anytime soon. âFine, but Iâm getting you a collar.âÂ
âDonât you mean a choker?â
âNo.â
~
As time passed, you found yourself lingering in the hall between the two bedrooms more often. Running your fingertips along the walls, curling up in the huge bay windows that you mightâve been able to jump through, making conversation with passing maids and butlers⌠the normal stuff. But, at night, you would trail through the hall, pauseing outside of Kyoya and Tamakiâs door before talking yourself out of knocking. Ultimately, youâd drag yourself back to your bed, berating yourself for ever considering something so desperate as an option.
But, your little âmethodâ got harder to keep up as weeks turned into months, the advances of your captors growing more⌠accepted, something youâd come to expect whenever they came home. Tamakiâs whines and shameless compliments grew endearing again, like they had been before he went off the deep-end. Kyoyaâs gentle, soft gestures were something you started to crave, enough to behave well if a reward was promised.
And worst of all, you started trying to ignore their worse habits. Youâd sit quietly and distract yourself while they argued about what you would wear on any given day. You didnât bother asking to go outside anymore, sympathizing with Tamakiâs ideology of âthereâs nothing worth seeing unless weâre with you, so there isnât a pointâ. You stopped trying to avoid the view of their security cameras, just settling into one of your marked blind-spots whenever you wanted real privacy. Even that only happened once or twice a week, now.
You could feel complacency wrapping its hands around your neck, but there was nothing you could do. Not unless you wanted to get yourself killed, or be locked in that awful, awful room again. Youâd tried once, screaming at Tamaki to stop touching you and to let you go, but heâd just frowned, asking if you really wanted to let Kyoya hear you say something like so heartless. After that, youâd stopped forcing yourself to be mad at them. It just wasnât worth the effort, not for the response you got.
It was a dark, stormy night when you finally broke. The rain wasnât loud, but the constant noise was enough to keep you awake, enough to keep you uneasy. Suddenly, the room you thought youâd gotten used to was too big, too open, too empty. Without thinking, you swung your legs over the side of your bed, standing as soon as your feet hit the ground. It took three minutes to find their door in the darkness, and four more to convince yourself to open it. As you slipped through the narrow entrance, Tamaki stirred, sitting up completely by the time you found your way to his bedside.
âI⌠the rain kept me up,â You lied, rubbing the back of your neck. Tamaki eyed you suspiciously, but luckily, kept his mouth shut. âYour room is practically in the center of⌠wherever we are, so I thought it would be quieter.â
He reached down, tilting your chin back up to face him. He was smiling sleepily, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes. âYou know you donât have to lie to me, darling. Everyone gets lonely.â
You opened your mouth to argue, but he shushed you, taking your hand in his, guiding you onto the bed and next to him. The sheets were soft, silkier and more comfortable than yours. Between them, the house seemed warmer, safer. More sheltered than it had been since your arrival. âIâm not lonely,â You whispered, firmly. âI just canât sleep. Thereâs nothing else going on.â
âSure, (Y/n), whatever you say.â With that, he laid back down, fingers tracing your face as you followed his lead. After a few seconds, you felt Kyoya lay an arm over your waist, pulling you into his chest and cuddling into your neck. âFinally,â the boy mumbled, his closeness already filling you with comfort. âI was starting to think weâd have to drag you here.â















