Here it goes...!
A yandere Watcher!Grian x reader, perhaps he uses his Watcher abilities to try and protect the reader, but in the end it's doing more damage than good?
Thanks :]
I went with it but also not quite. I hope you enjoy it either way! This was also a mixed request with another anon who had EVO on the mind.
Also, on a side note: So I've been gone for over a month at this point. Life has been crazy, not only did my 2 and a half year relationship end but I also lost my job, then got a new one and it was my birthday, so it's been a bit mad. I'm hoping to get back to posting more often, I do have a few fics ready to go up, but as of right now I can't set a schedule for posting again. So we will see. Thank you all for sticking around and waiting for my return, fic 101 and beyond, here we come!
Call Of The Rift
Oneshot Contains: Angst, slight yandere tendenicies, fluff ----------------------------------
When you had started to build your mega base you wouldn't have ever expected it would cause so many issues. Then again, when you started you didn't realise Grian would be just next door.
His base, the rocks. The large, mysterious stones piled atop each other in a way that, if they hadn't been so large, you'd think they'd been placed as they are by a player. So perfectly balanced.
But that's not the strange bit, no. The strange bit is the voices you've heard, the lights you've seen. They weren't there before Grian moved in.
Nor do you see anyone else noticing the strange things going on.
So many times you swear you've heard it speak, a whisper, a voice calling out to you. You've asked others if they hear it too, so far you've only had strange looks and no's.
Same for the lights, you can be stood right next to someone, looking at the same place. They'll still claim there's nothing there. Maybe it's all in your head.
The longer time has gone on the louder it's gotten, the world hasn't even been around long. You find yourself staring out of the window at Grian's base. You're doing that now, feeling it call to you.
As you make your way outside and toward the mass of stones you're careful not to be seen. You know you have to get to the cave underneath. That's what you've been told by the voice.
As you cross the boundary and onto Grian's land the voice gets louder, florescent pink floating lights that are no larger than fireflies show you the path. You follow, cautious of the unnatural glow.
As you find the way down to the cave you can almost feel your body being pulled down. It's so strong, whatever it is.
You climb down the ladder, a pressure gently squeezing your entire body, whispers you just can't make out echoing around you.
Your feet touch the floor of the cave at long last, something in you pulls backwards. You feel the urge to turn around. You do.
"Y/n." It calls quietly. Curious, you approach the vibrant crevice. It's voice feels almost safe, comforting. As does its light. You wonder if it would feel the same to touch it.
Drawing nearer to it you hesitate. You can't, surely it's dangerous. But it's inviting.
So you step closer, hearing it call out your name once again. How does it know who you are? How can it speak?
Inside you see a figure drawing closer, a silhouette at first but soon enough it appears fully dimensional.
They look vaguely like Grian, his height and built, but this person has an extra pair of wings, a mask and a halo. They don't step out of the glowing pink crack, just standing on the other side of it.
"It's been so long, Y/n. So long since I've seen you in the flesh." They speak. Their voice is slightly distorted, much like when your communicator has little signal.
"I don't know who you are." You say. "Oh but you do, love." They say, sending chills down your spine and causing goosebumps to cover your body. "I'm ready for you to come home."
"What are you talking about?" You ask, although their words seem to hit something deep with you. You feel like you know them.
"One season, that's what I promised you. One season of freedom. You've had that now, I let you out. Now it's time to come home, where you're safe." The being reaches out, a hand coming out of the rift now.
"My home isn't in there." You say, images of your base half built filling your mind. "Come on, love. Stop playing games with me. It's time to go home." You step away from the wall, unsure of what to think. The figure follows you out fully, you can see them properly now.
They wear robes of white and purple, mask to match. Their wings are white as well, pink and purple horizontal half circles littering their feathers. Every hem on their robe is stitched with gold, the same colour as the double halo that circles their head. The same gold seems to radiate from them, like light.
"I think you've got things mixed up, I live up there." You say quietly, pointing to the hole in the ceiling. The being laughs.
"It's been so long since you thought you had a choice, Y/n. You forget what I am, what I can do. What I have been doing for months. I've protected you in this realm, I let you out. I can just as easily take that away. I should never have let you out." Their words unlock a fear you didn't know you had.
It's a familiar fear, one you know you've felt before. You just can't place where.
They outstretch their hand to you once again. "Come now, Y/n, and no one has to get hurt." Slowly you reach out your hand, feeling pressured to do so.
Before you can take their hand your arm involuntarily recoils, along with your body as you fall to your knees. You hold your hand close to your chest, not even realising the cry of pain you let out.
You can feel it bleeding, thankfully not a lot. You only lost half a heart. Looking down on the ground you see an arrow laid there, tip reddened on one edge from where it caught your hand.
"Get away from the Rift!" Grian shouts, capturing your attention. He's quite far away, bow drawn and pointed right at you.
"Don't be silly, Y/n, you've done enough to upset me. Come home." The being from the pink portal says. It reaches out toward you.
You hear a whistle past your ear, and then a loud crackling as the creature before you beings to glow brighter. They pull the arrow from their arm, inspecting it. "Spectral arrows." It sneers.
Throwing the arrow to the ground the being beings to float, wings fully expanding. Then suddenly you realise what the half circles are. Eyes.
A hundred eyes stare at Grian, who makes another arrow fly, the crackling returning as the arrow pierces the wing of the being from the rift.
"The pictures you show don't scare me, Watcher." Grian says, shooting again. You take your chance to back away from it slowly, hoping your movement will go unnoticed.
"You're a fool to think they love you back, to think they can ever love anyone but me!" The Watcher's voice echos around the cave, with each wave you feel worse and worse.
"You claim they love you but you come in my image. Under my base. The only fool here is you." Grian releases another arrow, which barely misses the beings mask. "Go back to your own dimension and stay out of mine."
The next arrow hits, not quite centered, but it sticks into the hard mask, causing a crack to appear. The Watcher removes the arrow, outline of the mask still glowing as it retreats toward the rift it came from.
Grian rushes forward to cover you as the whole room illuminates a bright pink. You shut your eyes as tight as you can until the intense light dies down completely.
Opening them you see Grian leant over you, still shielding your body. He drops to his knees next to you, pulling you into a tight hug. "I was almost too late. You were almost gone." He sobs.
You don't know how to react, what to say. It's hard to process anything that just happened.
You can feel his tears landing on your shirt, hear his soft cries. You want to comfort him but you don't know how.
"I don't know why it wants you, why it makes the claims it does over you. You're a being of this world, this dimension and no other." He whispers, suddenly letting go of you and lifting his head to look you in the eyes. "It's a good liar, you mustn't listen, Y/n"
"What about the part that it claimed you love me?" You reply quietly, watching another tear roll down his cheek. His head drops, tear falling to the floor.
As another rolls down his cheek you lift your hand, wiping it away with your thumb. "I do love you back." You say, "I based next to you for a reason." You wipe away another tear, Grian's hand coming up to hold yours.
"It was right about the fact that I love you." Grian takes a hold of your other hand, the one that doesn't cup his cheek, and inspects the injury. "I'm sorry I did this to you."
You glance down at the cut, it's no longer bleeding and isn't as bad as you initially thought. "If you didn't I wouldn't be here. I'd be in there." You look over toward the rift, which now contains those many purple eyes.
It's silent, but watching your every move. "Promise me you'll never come down here alone again." Grian says, catching you off guard, "I know it's tempting, but it wants you. It will stop at nothing and I don't want-"
"I promise." He sniffles as you wipe away another tear, nodding at your response. "We should get out of here." You say, feeling as if there are now eyes on you than before.
"Yeah." Grian mumbles, standing as you do. He looks at the rift while you look away, you don't want to see it anymore, or rather you don't want to acknowledge that it is looking at you.
Grian's arms wrap around you, wings beating as he lifts off from the ground toward the safety of the surface.
The sunlight is welcoming, yellow and warm. It's not like down in the cave. Even once you can't see it anymore you can feel its presence, like a weight on your shoulders. Thankfully Grian doesn't land at his base, he keeps you in his arms in the air until you're at yours.
The heaviness of the rift is almost non existent here, which you're grateful for. As you are when Grian covers your cut with a plaster.
He holds you tight, not saying a word. His bow beside him, ready to defend you should the Watcher come out of the rift again.
