Hi Alex! I had a thought based on my OC for Moonlight Lovers: How would the guys react to a reader (their S/O) who can read minds but cannot control it? They doesn't want to be invasive, but cannot control their power. You could explain what kind of thoughts do they have and how they get to know this power about their s/o.
Thank you so much! I send you lots of love<3
MOONLIGHT LOVERS; "I know what you’re thinking"
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: What if the reader could read minds? Reader x individual characters, all routes, suggestive on Beliath, sfw in general. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hii! You’ve got me curious about your OC now, it seems very interesting the idea of a character with such power haha. And this was very fun to write as well!! I truly hope you enjoy this! I'm sorry for any misspellings. I hope you had a great Sunday :).
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AARON
You wouldn’t need to read his mind because whatever he thinks, he constantly voices it out loud. Still, there are things that he doesn’t talk about because he doesn’t see the need for that. His thoughts were for himself, but with you… he felt seen. Sometimes too much. There were times when he would think something –a doubt, an old wound, even a phrase he didn't dare say– and you would respond as if he had said it out loud. Not once or twice. Many. And although at first he attributed it to an emotional connection, to that rare chemistry that couples sometimes have, something deep down didn't quite fit.
The suspicion wasn't born out of one thing. It was more of an accumulation: phrases that you answered before they were spoken, changes in your mood that coincided with thoughts of his that he didn't even fully understand. You had constant headaches in which you requested him silence even when he was in silence – yet he was still thinking and that added noise.
One night, as you both laid in bed together, he decided to think about how thirsty he was, even if it was a lie, repeating how weak he felt because he hadn’t had blood in so long… and then you said, “I think you might need my blood.”
Aaron looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “uh… so... are you sure you cannot read minds?” he suggested, “I’m not really thirsty.”
You panicked a little, and your reaction was like a confirmation for him. He didn’t seem surprised though. “I… am sorry, Aaron. I swear I can’t control it. I don’t want to do it. But whenever you’re close or your feelings are too intense… I just hear them.” Your heartbeat was ridiculously fast you worried it could explode.
Aaron didn’t seem mad at all. Instead, he calmly nodded. “That explains a lot,” he mumbled, his hand reassuringly caressing your arm, “that’s alright, I can’t blame you. I just want to know how could I protect you from hearing the things you don’t want to hear.”
He feels bad for you and the headaches you can get from dealing with so many noises. Your pain was like migraines, and you couldn’t stand it occasionally, so he’d guide you towards your room and would leave you alone to rest until you felt better. He’d even control that the others do not get close to your room so you do not hear them by accident.
Honestly, he doesn’t want to know any thoughts from others, because he knows you don’t really want to dig so personally in others’ minds. So he’d be glad if you keep to yourself whatever you hear from others, unless they are enemies and you bring relevant information.
BELIATH
Superficially, his thoughts were what everyone expected from him: inside jokes, sarcastic remarks, plans for the holidays, strategies to get his prey. Although it is known that his vampiric side makes him feel guilty for what he is, for that incubus side that makes him have such sexual thoughts. He has repressed, almost wild desires; thoughts of how not to hurt anyone he has affection for; musings about his nature.
When he first met you, his thoughts were more entertaining; not to mention a bit of an ego boost for you... It started with some confusion, very adorable and oddly human of him. He had an internal struggle because of the change you made him have, because of the desire to care for you and not use you like just another person.
As an incubus, he is used to physical attraction, but with you there is an emotional connection that disarms him. His thoughts become sweeter, more protective. The development of thoughts he has is adorable.
But sometimes he cannot control those thoughts of having you in his arms, kissing you or doing something further beyond what’s considered pure.
One of those times he was thinking about you, he noticed you were suddenly very flustered and nervous around him. “Curious…” you heard him mumble on his thoughts, then he said, “Oh? Is that… a spider behind them?” and your panicked reaction made him burst out laughing. “So you were listening all the time? And didn’t say anything at all?? I’m hurt, darling,” he said in joke.
"Gods, I'm sorry," you sighed in relief as you checked that he was mocking you with the spider thing. "I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just... I don't do it on purpose, alright?"
Beliath doesn’t actually mind about your power, he is just worried about how things around you can affect you. He is aware of many thoughts you have heard from him that probably did hurt him. One day he randomly apologized on his thoughts, as you were cuddling, and he held you tightly.
You looked up at him, “what are you apologizing for?” you asked, confused.
“It’s easier to think about it than to say it out loud. Call me coward. I kinda am,” he mumbles as he buries your head onto the crook of his neck, so you won’t be looking at him.
He also finds this power very useful for certain stuff, and will use it as a way of communicating with you in a way that no one else hears. Sometimes throwing you the nastiest words, sometimes gossiping about something that’s happening at the moment around you and others planning stuff. He’d use this power of yours to make fun of strangers in public whenever someone does something cringy, so you both end up giggling without “sharing words” or a simple glance.
RAPHAEL
He has always been a quiet man. One of those who do not raise his voice, who thinks twice before speaking, and who carries his emotions like someone who carries something of value in his pocket: not to hide it, but because he knows that it is not necessary to show it all the time.
His thoughts were like a calm river. Reflective, sometimes repetitive, always with that inner murmur that only those who feel alone even in company understand well. There were things he never said out loud. Doubts, small insecurities, fleeting thoughts that crossed his mind like birds that don't stop. He also used to read to himself, so no one could hear him talking - which means free audiobooks lol.
Raphael doesn’t suspect anything at all about you hearing his thoughts. And you are quite glad that even his thoughts are pretty quiet. He is constantly talking on his mind, but they aren’t loud thoughts.
You were wondering about how to tell him this power of yours, feeling a little bit uneasy for his reaction. Would he feel hurt for not knowing that for so long? Or would he think that you were too invasive and do not feel respected?
You sighed, caressing your temples and being visibly stressed. And even if he couldn’t see, he sensed your frustration. “What’s wrong, my dear?” he asks calmly, closing the book and aiming his head towards your direction. You took a deep breath. He seemed worried, and you knew he’d overthink if you didn’t say anything at all.
“There is something I must confess,” you started, trying to find the words. He nodded calmly, as a way to show you that he was listening. “Since I was a kid… I’ve been able to hear what people can think. And I know it sounds crazy, but I can’t really control it. I don’t want to be invasive.” You took a breath, seeing how his face remained neutral, and his body seemed relaxed anyway. “At first, it was impossible with you. Your thoughts are... very organized. Very quiet. Like a closed library. But when we started spending more time together, it changed. You started thinking louder.”
Your last sentence made him chuckle quietly, “I’ve been told that I talk a lot when I am comfortable,” he commented.
“Don’t you have any problem with… this? Like, I don’t really want to make you feel uncomfortable by not being able to think freely or… whatever,” you spoke with uncertainty in your voice. He shook his head.
“Not at all,” his smile didn’t fade at all. “Thank you for listening to me without interrupting,” he thought this time, making you both share a laugh. And honestly, you never experience those headaches with him because he is always quiet.
VLADIMIR
His thoughts don't match the way he speaks. He seems calm, even cold at times, but inside he's at war. You don't know if continuing to listen to him is okay; it feels like you're reading his diary without permission. But there is something in his thoughts that holds you: the tenderness that he doesn't allow himself to show. Vladimir is very overthinker about everything. He has constant memories of his childhood, feeling a certain melancholy and regret in the face of certain cases; other moments where he simply organizes his day mentally.
But when he starts thinking about you... things change a lot. At first he used to think that you would not last long by his side, that you would realize that you are wasting your time. He wonders why you look at him with so much love, why you are not afraid of the creature he is.
You didn't want to tell him. You thought that if you told him, he would feel betrayed. But one night, while you were helping him clean up the garden, you heard him say, “Shit, I forgot the watering can.”
To which you replied with “I'll get it, don't worry,” you looked at him with a smile. Vladimir looked at you with a small frown.
“Mm?” he hums in confusion.
“The watering can, I'll go get it,” you repeated to him, as if it was obvious. Vladimir was very confused, looking at you as if he had seen a paranormal occurrence.
“But I didn't say anything...” he holds the cane firmly while looking at you, ”did you read my m-...”
“I swear it's unintentional,” you said hastily, his expression full of confusion. “I never meant to read thoughts, it's something I have no control over.” Vladimir nods and sits on a bench, without an audible thought. You were filled with a certain fear of his reaction.
Then you heard him think, “maybe this means... I don't have to hide anymore.” He is kinda glad that you can listen to his thoughts, because it feels better to think some stuff than to say them. And he is shy as well.
ETHAN
Ethan's thoughts are a chaotic storm, with a thousand ideas at once and many unfiltered. Some are impulsive, considering whether to smash someone's face in, considering why people look at him a certain way... and certainly, as a survival instinct, Ethan's thoughts are often defensive. There are also cracks where he sneaks in what he really feels, not wanting to ruin what he has with you or being at peace when he's alone with you. And there are other times in which his thoughts are mainly in finnish or focused on medicine.
Thanks to you he's starting to think before he acts. Not always. But at least he starts.
He took you on a date at Moondance; nothing too formal, but he's proud to take you there because it's his place. He feels special, relaxed, almost happy. His attention is on you, smiling more than ever before, he doesn't even think about anything else from how happy he is to have you there. But then, from the other side of the bar, there's a guy watching you.
It's not a casual stare: it's insistent, lustful and brazen. Ethan notices, and his thoughts are triggered as always: “What's this asshole staring at? If he gets any closer, I'll punch him so hard he won't get up. Maybe I should talk to him when they go to the bathroom...”
With an urgent tone you grabbed his hand, saying “Ethan, no! Don't do that!” as if he was a dog. He looked at you in confusion, laughing a little confused.
“Don't do what?” his opposite hand covers yours.
“Nothing... just... you know, keep cool,” you told him, getting more nervous than you'd like.
From then on he got a little stressed, and you could hear his doubts. Once you were both about to reach the mansion, he stopped, “I want to ask you a question, but no evasions,” he began. You sighed, turning to address his curiosity. “Why did you tell me not to do anything before? No one had done anything, not even me. What did you think I was going to do?”
“I just felt it,” you excused yourself, receiving a slightly dry laugh from him. “Look... I knew there was that man and I just...”
“You didn't see him, honey,” he told you, crossing his arms, expectant for the truth. “I didn't even tell you anything, or point anything out about him to you.” You take a moment to respond. Your lips half-open, then close again. As if the words were a string that, when pulled, might break something.
“It's just that you were... screaming it inside,” you mutter, to which he looks at you with more confusion.
“Excuse me?” then you began to explain about your power, to which he simply looked at you with a blank expression. “So... you know everything about me. You know I think you're going to get tired of me?” you nodded, "and that I'm scared too," again you nodded. His expression relaxed and he shook his head, “well, I think a lot of idiotic things, but one thing is clear,” you tilted your head, intrigued.
“What?”
“That if there's anyone who can handle the mess that I am... it's someone who's already heard it all and didn't run away,” he tells you with a small smile and puts his hand on your back to guide you inside. At first, Ethan sees it as a threat. Then as a painful mirror. But as he begins to accept that he doesn't need to hide who he is...he begins to see it as a gift. Because with you, he doesn't have to act. Just be himself.
IVAN
His thoughts are so loud oml. It’s pure brainrot mixed with his emo moments (I’m sorry 😭but he also has his bad moments ok). He has a loop of mixed TikTok audios and new memes on his mind, which he always ends up keeping as vocal stims. And man, it’s so exhausting. It makes your head hurt most of the time. You are grateful whenever his thoughts are kind of thoughting, with some sense… but then it starts again. He also feels guilty of his condition of vampire and is naturally insecure. Starting with the fact that he doesn’t understand why you love him that way. His thoughts sometimes breaks your heart a tiny bit.
He is pretty oblivious to any sign you gave him, such as trying to distract him when his thoughts got negative or reassuring him. You also followed his brainrot sometimes, and he just continued by saying “haha! I was just thinking about that!” Yeah… and you are well aware of that.
The room is barely illuminated by the dim light coming in from the window. The wind stirs the curtains slightly and everything is in that comfortable silence that settles in just before sleep. He is lying on his side, looking at you. You are on your back, but he knows you are not asleep yet. Your breathing is too conscious.
In his mind, a loop of ideas begins to play out. As always.
“What if I told them that I once mistook ketchup for blood? God... no, that was pathetic.”
"Shit... no, that's too weird anyway. I'm a vampire, they won't be comfortable..."
“How can they sleep peacefully with me next to them?”
“I don't deserve them.”
“I don't deserve them. I don't deserve them.”
You turn slowly. He freezes. He hasn't said a word.
“Hey... The ketchup thing sounds like an amazing story,” you say quietly, looking at him with a small smile. “You have a very noisy mind for this hour.” He stares at you. He swallows.
“What the-” Your smile was one of guilt in front of his confusion.
“And about me not deserving you... you're dead wrong,” A thick silence falls over both of you. He sits up slightly, his eyes wide.
“What are you saying?” he asks you, genuinely confused.
“That... I heard you,” you said, lowering your gaze. It was time to confess, “I always have.” He says nothing. The air in his chest stops, as if every thought is trying to escape all at once, as if it's suddenly dangerous to keep feeling. You continue, carefully. “Not by choice, Ivan. It's not something I can control. I just... listen to what you think. Sometimes like a whisper, sometimes like a scream. It's like you're very close, always.”
He pulls away a little, gaze focused on some invisible point in front of him. Then he murmurs, “My God, how embarrassing...” He takes a deep breath, “Sorry, I don't know how to think quietly.”
You start laughing, “It's okay. I just... worry that you live your whole life believing you don't deserve to be loved,” you mused, grabbing his wrist and making him lie down once more. “I deserve you as much as you deserve me,” He looks at you as if he's seeing something impossible. Then he lowers his gaze and releases, almost in a whisper:
“Thank you...”
You lean in close, resting your forehead on his. “I love you. We've already overcome a lot together, haven't we? Including these insecurities. I am going to help you to face them, because I love you."
And in that instant, for the first time in years, the chaos inside him gets quiet. Mainly the insecurities. The brainrot will continue.
NEIL
The first time you tried to read Neil's mind, you felt something... strange. Like a barrier of thick fog, beyond which there were no clear thoughts, just an ancient, dense, dark presence. You thought you were tired. Or that he simply had a complex mind. But you tried again. And again. Every time you did, you ran into that same wall... until, one night, the wall looked back at you.
You were in his room, drinking wine. You were talking about books, about art, about strange dreams you'd been having since you met him.
It was very strange how you always heard things from anyone else, but not him. Then, without saying anything, you tried again: you focused your mind, you stretched your perception towards his... and you felt something move. A whisper. Not a word, but a sensation: “Again, little one?”
The wine went down the wrong way and you coughed. Neil smiled, that smile of his that didn't show teeth, that showed amusement.
“Something wrong?“ He asked, his voice as soft as honey, his hand gently patting your back to help the coughing to cease. You looked at him, trying to hide your shock. Your pulse quickened.
“Nothing. I thought I... heard something weird.” He tilted his head at your response, like a cat watching something interesting. His eyes twinkled for a second.
“Sometimes thoughts echo, don't they? Especially when you push them where you shouldn't,” he mused in a soft murmur, his gaze never leaving yours. You felt the air freeze.
“Do you...?”
“I know what you're trying, honey. For weeks now. It was funny at first. But it's starting to get adorable now,” he chuckled in a low tone as he watched your lips parting in surprise, unable to say anything. He leaned forward, so close you could feel the citrus scent his body emanated. “If you want to know who I am, you could ask,” he murmured, ”though I'm not sure if you want to know all the answers.”
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