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33organized-chaos33 · 5 months ago

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thinking about a yandere forgotten god...

(male yandere x gn mercenary reader)

part 1

tw: manipulative behavior, reader was lost at sea before the story began, reader also has self-worth issues

you felt soft, cool hands shaking you awake. your head felt like it was full of cotton, but you could faintly hear a masculine voice excitedly speaking, "good morning! sorry to wake you up, but i can't have you dying on your first day here!"

as you feel yourself waking up, you try to rack your brain to figure out how you got in this situation. you slowly become aware of the sand beneath your body and the feeling of waves ebbing and flowing near your legs. are you... on a beach?

you struggle to open your eyes, but you can feel those same hands prop you up into a sitting position. you feel a cool hand against your forehead, and you lean into the hand before you can stop yourself.

you hear the voice again, "you poor thing! you're burning up!" the voice sounded concerned, but through your muffled hearing you could also make out concealed... excitement?

you feel one arm move to support your back and another underneath your knees. you begin trying to open your eyes again, and as you do you can feel yourself being lifted off of the sandy beach. the voice pipes up again, "let me bring you inside! it's been so long since someone has washed up on my island!"

as you finally muster up the strength to open your eyes, you see the source of the voice you've been hearing and the person carrying you. he's a taller man with a dark, tanned complexion. he has long hair, with some strands styled into braids and gold adornments scattered throughout. one notable feature that stood out to you was golden, almost inhuman looking eyes.

a sudden wave of fatigue overwhelms you, as you feel the desire to sleep grow. you try to force yourself to stay awake, but you can only delay the inevitable for so long as your exhaustion catches up to you.

the person carrying you is still muttering, whether he's talking to you or himself is unclear, but it slowly fades out as you lose consciousness.

you wake up to a faint floral scent and the feeling of a soft, plush bed. you feel the silken sheets beneath you, nicer and cleaner than anything you've slept in within the past several years, possibly even your whole life. your head is resting on a downy, fluffy pillow, almost moulding to the shape of your head as you lay there.

during your years as a traveler and mercenary, you have become accustomed to the rough and scratchy sheets, rock-hard pillows, and damp musty rooms in whatever inn you could scrounge up enough coins to stay in.

you vaguely remember taking a job as a guard on a merchant's ship, but struggle to remember how you ended up in a bed that was definitely too nice to be something you belong in.

as your sleepy mind is processing as much as it can in your tired state, you hear footsteps approaching.

you start moving your arms and legs to sit up in the bed as you hear the voice from before. "oh! you're awake! i made some food for you, i'll be right back!!" followed by the sound hurried footsteps leaving whatever room you're in.

as you finally sit up and open your eyes, you start to take in the room you've found yourself in. it almost looks like... a cave? the walls are rocky and uneven, but still covered in ivy and lush vegetation. there are pieces of furniture you would expect to see in a normal bedroom, but there are also flowerpots all over the room, each filled with plants and flowers you've never seen before. you also notice a couple... bird nests? just... where are you?

you didn't even know who brought you here or how you ended up here. something about this situation felt off to you, and you start to process that this is somewhere you should not be and definitely don't belong.

suddenly you hear the sound of footsteps rushing back towards you and as he enters the room you can finally get a good look at the person who brought you away from the shore.

you vaguely remember seeing his dark skin and hair with gold pieces in it before, but you didn't remember much else. you immediately notice his clean, white clothes. which is typically impossible to attain and then maintain by people who have to dirty their hands for a living. a piece of fabric is draped over his shoulder, but most of his chest appears to be exposed. in addition to his hair adornments, his ears, arms, and neck are all covered in gold accessories. you also didn't notice just how long his hair was, reaching down to the middle of his back. you can tell that it is very well maintained and taken care of.

he walks over to you, carrying a tray of food. he smiles at you before stating "i found you washed up on shore, but i couldn't let you just lay there. you appeared ill when i found you, so you should definitely eat something healthy and rest as much as possible while you recover."

he places the tray of food on your lap as you process his words, "...thank you," you reply, "but... why would you help me?"

"well... it's not every day someone washes up on the my island's shores!" he giggles.

you think momentarily before replying, "so... how often does this happen?"

the question appears to catch him off guard, and his smile falters for a second as he looks away. "well... uh... this is... it's probably been... a couple hundred years, actually."

you process his response and start to pay closer attention to the feeling of unease thats been steadily growing within you as you interacted with the stranger.

if he was telling the truth, that would make him some kind of immortal being. a nymph? a god?

you were just some mercenary looking to make a living, and you certainly weren't strong enough to take on any kind of immortal. you feel more uncertainty creep in, there's no way he would actually care about some mercenary... he's... this has to be a trap, right?

he seems to notice your unease and anxiety regarding your current situation. he sighs gently and looks at the floor, "look, i know this must be scary for you. first being lost at sea and then washing up on some strange island. but... i really do want to help you," he smiles, "please, just let me take care of you, at least until you recover."

you still feel unsure, but what could you do? he has already helped you, he brought you into his... house... and let you sleep in his clean bed. which is... more than some mercenary deserves already...

you slowly shift your gaze down to the food on the tray he set on your lap. soup, bread, and some chicken. you pick up the spoon sitting next to the soup, submerge it in the soup, and sluggishly bring it to your lips.

it's... the best soup you've ever tasted.

he smiles at you as you eat and suddenly you remember you never asked for his name. "so uh, who exactly are... you?" you ask.

he giggles, "no one you would know, but i suppose humans do love their little names for things. now that i'm not alone anymore, maybe having a name would be a nice change of pace."

his word choice suggests the length of your stay will likely be... longer than you would have anticipated. but it's too late, he's definitely not going to let you go. he finally has someone to talk to, spend time with, embrace, love. why would he let this opportunity pass him by?

"you can call me cal, dear~" he chuckles to himself before continuing, "now eat up before your meal gets cold~"

a/n: yeah so he is definitely inspired by calypso from the odyssey eoriskwksla. i thought it would be a neat concept, especially if the person on the island did not have a significant other. he genuinely just wants to be around another person after being cursed and then forgotten after hundreds of years. he is super soft and sweet towards you though. however in classic yandere fashion, he also intends to make sure you never leave :)

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33organized-chaos33 · 10 months ago

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Fleeting(Yandere Tamagotchi x Reader Pt 1.)

[Yes this is heavily based on dachabo because I love it so much but I wish there was more of a story.]

TW: Guilt tripping, obsessive behavior, strangulation, implied murder, pretty mundane type shit for a yandere

“The fuck is it?” You’re blunt in your confusion of why he’s in your house and what’s in his hand.

Taking it in stride as always Silas gives you a grin and places the small egg shaped device in your hand. An unhealthy amount of what you presume to be dust and dirt coat it except for around the screen where it seemed he’d wiped it off with his thumb leaving behind a residual print.

“It’s one of those virtual pet thingys. Found it while I was checking out the abandoned factory by the waterfall.”

This gets a start from you having previously thought anything worth finding there had already been taken or destroyed by teens of eras past. Obviously this was not the case. “Where in there did you find this?”

A wide smirk spreads across his face, “okay so I was towards the back end where all the offices are right? And I was going through the desk drawers for probably the millionth time when I noticed a hole in the bottom of one going into the floor. Nearly pissed myself when I stuck my hand in and felt something. It was this locked box though.” He drops his backpack clattering to your bedroom floor, the sound of metal evident. He pulls out the box unceremoniously shoving it into your lap. Placing the virtual pet to the side you inspect the box. The rust was evident, several holes showing themselves likely being how the inside found itself in such a mess and the pet in turn.

“Whacked it open and found that thing inside. Real fuckin weird right?”

“Damn is, who the fuck goes through all that just to hide a toy. Only to leave it after the place shut down.” You put the box next to you on the bed, once more taking the game into your hands. Very Clearly pleased with himself, Silas sits close to you on the bed.

“So wanna see if it works?” He leans in inches from touching you.

“You haven’t tried it?”

“No, of course not. The moment I saw it I thought of you and I thought it’s be more fun for you to try.”

That was uncharacteristically thoughtful of him. Normally he wouldn’t have the patience nor really care about little trinkets like this. It’s sweet.

“Thank you…” you find it impossible to stave off the embarrassed smile from your lips. Still slightly flustered you press what looks to be the power button on the side out of politeness. You know it won’t work. This thing must’ve been in there for ages rusting away but on the off chance it does still work, the batteries have to be long dead. And yet, despite the logic of everything you know, the device as if just to put you in your place springs to life.

A company name flashes across the screen faster than you can read it along with small retro sounds before you're met face to face with what you think to be a dog boy.

That's… not what you were anticipating…

“Is it supposed to be part human?”

“I guess so. Huh never seen one like this…”

You stare blankly back at the ravenette male, his husky like ears just barely twitching. Still he remains practically stock still. Well you suppose that makes sense. You probably need to interact with him first. You press one of the buttons. Nothing. You try again. Nothing. You try a different one. Also nothing.

“Is it broken?” Silas reaches over, tapping his finger against the screen. You smack his hand away, “quit it! You’re just gonna make it dirtier.”

The pair of you wait a few more moments before Silas gets to his feet with a sigh. “Sorry, I was really hoping it’d work. I wanted to get you something cool as a late birthday gift.”

“Is that what this is about? Wait wait so that's why you went in the first place!” Silas looks away clearly caught and embarrassed to meet your scrutiny.

You jump to your feet pulling the tall boy into an embrace. His midnight hair mixing with yours as you speak into the side of his head, “dammit I already told you that I don’t need anything from you. You being here with me has always been enough and always will be.”

He nuzzles his face into your shoulder wrapping his arms tightly around you. “I know but… god it feels like shit not being able to get you a single thing over $5. Especially if it could help you feel better about-”

“I know but for me, please stop worrying about it.” You pull away and hold his hands and look up into his eyes. “Okay?”

“Of course, anything you want.”

The pair of you smile at each other before Silas slowly pulls away. “I have to get going, got a shift in 30 minutes.”

“I know…” a tinge of sadness mars your features but you make sure to turn away.

“I’ll see you soon, alright? We still have the rest of summer to hangout.”

“Yeah it’s fine, see you later.” As you speak Silas finishes gathering his things. He flashes you one last grin which you return in kind before he shuts the door to your room. A sigh tumbles from your lips as you fall onto your bed. You turn your head to examine the small device next to it. You pick it up and hold it above your face. It’s still on, the same image of the man present. “You sure are pretty,” you mumble. You try a few more of the buttons all with as expected no success. It’d been so exciting when it actually turned on just for it to not even work. Maybe that’s why it was left behind. Still something about it is charming, maybe just in the way any normal tamagotchi is, or because it was a gift from Silas. It could also just be the way the character smiles back at you.

Wait.

What???

Your eyes shoot back onto the device still held above your head. The man now had a large grin spread across his face, his tail wagging quickly behind him. You try the buttons again, still nothing but clearly something in there was working.

“What’s your name?”

You blink for a moment not quite sure if you’d heard what you believed you had. The questioning look on his smiling face does seem to indicate so. It spoke. The toy just spoke to you. Is there a keyboard option to input your name or?

“How do I work this thing???” You mumble once more.

“I can explain but shouldn’t introductions come first?” He laughs as he speaks.

He- he can hear you. It’s not a question, more of an observation like how beautiful the leaves are in autumn or how Silas always manages to be late.

“I’m… (Y/n).”

His smile grows which you hadn’t thought possible before. He samples the new information, “(Y/n)… (Y/n)…” he seems to arrive at a verdict spitting it back out like wine at a tasting. “(Y/n), I could say that for hours. So pretty!”

You sit up cradling the device in your hands now looking down at it.

“…and what's your name?” Everything feels surreal but excitement does bubble in you nonetheless, that slow simmer edging you on.

“Prince!” He happily barks out for you. “I’m your new pet right!? I can’t wait to play together! Oh there’s so much for me to show you! I thought I must be dreaming at first, I was so shocked! I’m happy now though, it’s been so long since someone’s talked to me!” The corners of his lips seem to glitch at that last remark but you hardly notice.

“Are you an ai?” It’s the only explanation you could think of.

“Ai? What’s that? I’m Prince! I already said that silly!” Based off of his face you take his statement at face value as him really not understanding.

“Artificial intelligence, because I mean you can talk to and understand me but you’re not… human, are you? Like you’re not someone just controlling this thing?”

He shakes his head matter of factly. “Nope, I sure wish I was though!” Something about that unnerved you but you supposed it was only natural, he’d been stuck alone for so long. How smart was this thing and if it really is sentient then should you feel bad for all the time it’d been trapped. And who would leave behind such an incredible invention in the first place?

Hundreds of questions swirl in your head but for some reason the first you find yourself voicing is, “are you hungry?”

His eyes seem to sparkle. “Oh I’m starving! Let me teach you how to feed me!” And from there for the next hour he showed you the full maintenance he required, showers, food, play, clothes.

“I feel like you should pick. It’s your body right?”

“But you're supposed to pick for me!” He looks at you almost as if you're a child struggling with a basic concept.

“Isn’t there anything here you want though? The only thing I want is for you to be happy.” He hesitates for a moment, clearly taken aback by your words before he throws a glance over his shoulder at the clothing rack. “If that’s what you want I suppose I should…” tentatively he walks over and selects a black leather jacket, placing it over the white shirt he was already wearing and zipping it up part of the way. The collar is decorated in small silver studs that match the dark gray of the jeans he selects.

Instantaneously they’re on his body and he looks over to the mirror. A small grin stretches across his features as he examines himself. It quickly disappears however as he hurriedly looks to you, a slight look of panic in his eyes. “Do you like it…? If punk isn’t your thing I can… uhm…”

You smile trying not to laugh, “you look fantastic but I’m even more happy to see you in something that makes you happy. You should always do what you really want, okay?” He nods appreciably at you, relief evident on his face as he returns to examining himself in the mirror.

When the two of you were finally done with the tutorials you sat talking for a bit. He was exactly like a real person. You explained to him that you were on summer break after your second year of college and would be going back in the fall. He told you about how when he’d been made he was the first of his kind, only a prototype. His creator was going to pitch him to the owners of the company but after placing him in that box in the hole he never returned.

“I’m really sorry about that, I wish I could help you find him.”

“It’s alright, I like you much better!”

He was just saying that of course but it still made your chest feel warm. You turn your gaze out your window. Only the last glimmer of twilight is still visible as stars overtake the sky. You’re hungry. You hadn’t eaten since that morning.

“I’ll be back, I’m just gonna go make some food for myself.” You place him on your pillow and lurch to your feet only to be stopped.

“Wait! Please take me with you!” You throw a look back at Prince and he looks nearly ready to cry. “It’ll only be a moment I promise.” However he doesn’t seem to hear or care for your weak attempts at comfort, only continuing on, “I don’t wanna be alone again, aren't you gonna take care of me from now on? Were you lying? Are you gonna leave me in the dark too-“

“Alright alright I’ll take you with me!” You throw your arms in the air exasperatedly before taking him from the bed. You look around your person for where to put him before electing to clip him onto a belt loop on your shorts, leaving him dangling rested against your thigh. As you walk Prince doesn’t waste a simulated breath, “your house is so pretty! Do you live alone? What are those books about? What’s your address?” He grows silent however as you enter the kitchen and a bounding bundle of fur jumps up at you. You catch the puppy in your arms just barely keeping balance. "Well hello there Margret." She licks your face fervently, giggles erupting from you.

"You have another pet…?" Your attention returns to the small device at your thigh. You know you shouldn't but his tone makes you feel the slightest bit of guilt. "Yeah she's my baby but I can take care of both of you." Was your robot jealous? Matter of fact if he is, is it stupid to feel bad in the first place? He's a toy. He isn't living. Granted, he's the most intelligent robot you've ever gotten to speak to, the line between humanity and ai blurring significantly, but still. No way he was jealous over your fucking dog.

You place her back down and go to the fridge. You decide to answer at least one of his questions, “I live alone, used to have a boyfriend here but we broke up two weeks ago.” Mother fucker. “ Course he wouldn’t tell me why, just that he didn’t think we should be together…” Right and here you were thinking about it again.

Prince’s ears droop at the somber look on your face, “oh I’m sorry… that was really shitty of him…” You stop for a moment taken aback. That was the first time you’d heard him swear so far.

“Yeah but I dunno maybe I did something wrong-“

“So wrong he couldn’t even explain it to you. So wrong he’d rather just abandon you then try and work it out. So god damn wrong he’d break your heart without a second thought?”

“Prince…” maybe… maybe he had a point.

“I’m just saying personally I would never do that to you.” His smile returned, ebbing away the darkness that had mangled his features for that moment.

“Heh I’ll remember that for when we start dating,” you joke. Prince’s smile widens.

It had been a week and a half since you’d first gotten Prince. The thought of being with someone constantly might’ve made you sick a week and a half ago but now it doesn’t feel too bad. Having Prince along with you has been the most fun you’ve had in a long time. You by his request at first but soon out of your own desire took him everywhere. Shopping, hiking, even the bar one night though he got a little too loud when a man tried to buy you a drink and you had to head home. He’s just protective you know but damn can he growl.

Now you sit for the millionth time in front of your screen trying not to practically scream at the “an exception has occurred.” What line of code did you accidentally capitalize this time. “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk” you slam your head on your desk immediately finding nothing from it but regret a moment later.

“What?” Prince puts down the book you’d uploaded into him. “Still having trouble with the code?”

“How could you tell.” You respond flatly.

“Just plug me in already, I can fix whatever problem you have and more! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Prince you’re great but you gotta see why I might be a little apprehensive about uploading a random AI into my computer that my best friend found in an abandoned factory.”

“You can’t even trust me after all this time…?” Prince genuinely looked nearly ready to cry.

“It’s been like a week! But- I dunno maybe you're right. Just don’t go rooting through my files okay.” You know you should feel unnerved by the way his eyes light up and he nods giddily but damn shouldn’t he be allowed to have fun? As far as you're concerned at this point he’s just as human as you are. He deserves as much freedom as an AI can get. You plug the cord into him, take a breath and plug him into your desktop.

Nearly instantaneously a loading bar appears and disappears, in its place is Prince smiling hard enough to break his face.

“Welcome to the big leagues kid,” you giggle at him. It's a surreal experience watching this little character actually turn around and examine the exception on your screen.

“Now let’s see what the problem is.” He opens the code and begins scrolling with his finger.

“You accidentally capitalized ‘for.’”

How’d you fucking know.

You fix it and try the code again. It runs smoothly, now finally you can make your character jump! Hurray!

“All of the internet at your fingertips. You excited?”

He nods though he doesn’t actually seem that confident. “I’m still not entirely sure what it is but hopefully I can find what I’m looking for. Mostly though I’m excited to be able to do so much more with you, this is gonna be so fun (Y/n).” A sudden shyness seems to overtake him and he looks away for a moment. “Y’know, you’ve got to be the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me (Y/n)… I really had started to believe I’d be trapped forever but when I finally opened my eyes again there you were smiling at me and calling me pretty. I don’t care if that other guy found me, you’re the one that saved me. Thank you (Y/n)…” Never had you been looked at with such a tender gaze. It made you want to melt right there.

“Of course, thank you for being here with me. I never realized how much I’d missed company till now.” You smile at each other for a moment longer before he declares he’s going to be looking through some websites for a bit but if you need him you just need but say his name.

“I don’t get it. The tamagotchi machine doesn’t have a WiFi signal so how can you just transfer between it and my computer whenever you want?” You walk briskly down the street, Prince clipped to your belt loop as always.

“Because I don’t need WiFi, I made my own connection. It's much quicker and much more reli-“

“(Y/n)!” Your heart pounds in your chest as you look up to see the ravenette charging down the sidewalk to you just barely slowing down in time to avoid colliding.

“Silas, fuck you were gone way too long. That trip had better been worth it.”

He smiles warmly but shakes his head, “never taking a family trip to Cali again, definitely overrated. And there’s no cute girls in pink there.”

You blush in your short light pink dress. “That’s quite the bold faced lie but thank you anyway.”

“Who’s this…” a small voice comes from your hip.

You both freeze a moment before you scramble to grab it.

“Right! Silas I’ve got so much to tell you!” You hurriedly unclip Prince from your side and thrust him into Silas’s hand. “This is Prince!”

Silas marvels at the small device in his hands. “Hello…?” He speaks, pushing a few buttons. Prince doesn’t make a sound, only staring blankly back at Silas. “Still doesn’t work huh.”

“What! Yes he does, Prince it’s Silas, he’s the one who saved you remember!?”

“…hey.” Prince says as dryly as you’ve ever heard him. Regardless you might as well have told Silas he was now a millionaire and his hot wife would be shipped shortly. “Oh my god he works! Hey, how are you!”

Prince wrinkles his nose, “fine.”

“Not much for conversation huh?” Silas notes with a laugh.

“He usually is! I dunno what’s got him so quiet today. But he talks just like a normal person! He’s the most advanced Ai I’ve ever seen, like shoot us and steal him levels advanced.”

“And they fucking left him… I still don’t get why someone would go through all that effort to hide him and keep him safe only to then never come back.”

“Something must’ve happened to his creator,” you reason. It had always been the biggest question on your mind besides how they made him in the first place.

Prince grits his teeth. “Who cares what happened to him. He was a waste of space who only ever thought about himself. Some people are just born worthless.” His face softens, “besides I’m much happier with you (Y/n).” Oh. Not undeserved after how long he was trapped but that was more animosity then you’d been expecting.

“I suppose so…” you look back up at Silas. “Let's find a bench to sit at.” One catches your eyes in the park and you make your way over.

“It’s interesting because despite being such an incredible AI he was put into such a cute little game. You can feed him, play with him, even dress him up. Although I let him pick his own clothes.” As if to prove your point the game transitions to the wardrobe screen and Prince starts flicking through. The different clothing hangers.

“He’s a person. I mean he’s an AI but as far as I’m concerned he’s as human as you and I are.”

“Well clearly not, I mean he doesn’t have the body or functionality of one.” Silas says with a laugh.

“I don’t see how that matters. So you’re saying if someone were paralyzed they’re not human anymore?”

“You know that’s not what I meant. I just mean maybe don’t go overboard.” Silas's breath tickles your ear as he leans in, “I know this sounds silly but I don’t want this to turn out like one of those freaky ai movies…”

You heave out a breath and nod. You had been thinking the same thing before but now… That kind of future seems impossible. Your attention is dragged away from the conversation however as you notice Prince standing there slowly flicking through clothes in nothing but his boxers.

“P-Prince! Why are you- you can’t just- put some clothes on!”

Lazily his gaze meets yours. “What? I thought I could wear whatever I want?” The smirk in his voice makes you want to punch something.

“I know what I said but usually people don’t undress in front of each other!”

“Well I’m not 'people.' Isn’t that what your friend said?”

Silas looks between the two of you for a moment. “Yeah so this is the kind of weird shit I was worried about.”

You smack his arm, “how should he know what’s weird and what isn’t! Anyone who's locked away for some 20 years would come out confused on 'normal!'” Turning back to Prince as hard as you try it's difficult not to admire the tonedness of his body, previously hidden away under baggy t-shirts. Your eyes trailing down to see just how tightly his boxers hug around- "Just please for the moment put something on."

"Really? Seemed like you were enjoying the view-"

"PRINCE."

"Alright alright," he chuckles, slapping on some shorts and a hoodie. You hadn't realized he had a sense of humor until now that it’d become your problem. You like it though. How comfortable he’s become around you. All the more reason you experience quite the whiplash at his change in demeanor when Silas opens his mouth.

“So what can you do?”

Prince scoffs, “anything a typical tamagotchi can and infinitely more. Recently though I’ve been helping (Y/n) with her coding… and my own side project.”

“So you're a toy with a few extra features..”

“I don't care what you of all people call me, though I can't help wanting to ask, what can you do?”

Silas sits taken aback, “well I can actually touch things and affect the real world.”

A low growl emanates from the device. “So quick to get defensive, I just asked a question.”

“Guys stop, this is stupid. I didn’t come here for you to measure dicks with Prince. Don’t you wanna go do something?”

“Yeah sorry…”

“Well alright then.” You hop to your feet and extend a hand to Silas which he graciously accepts. His grip is firm and steadfast, remaining even once he's planted beside you. Your eyes lock but he only gives you an innocent smile. As you walk you clip Prince back onto your belt loop but your mind is far away from him. Silas always does little things like this. Holding your hand, paying for you, giving you his hoodie, regardless of relationship status he has never hesitated to find an excuse to pamper or touch you. This being the reason you'd previously chalked it up to him simply being a friendly person but now… His hand around yours made you want it to mean more. Maybe it's just the heartbreak speaking but for the first time in your life you're considering Silas and feeling stupid for never having done so sooner. Then again maybe there's a reason. He's the closest human being to you on the planet and if you messed that up… You don't even want to imagine it, quite literally shaking the thought from your head.

"You brought your bathing suit, right? I'm definitely in a beach mood right now." Silas gestures to his shorts which on further inspection you realize to be swim trunks.

"Of course. I'm wearing mine under my dress haha." Your steps hasten in excitement. "Friendly race?"

Silas rolls his eyes like the distant waves you can just barely hear now. "Has it ever been friendly with you? You're the sorest loser I know."

"Oh come off it, I won't say shit if I lose, okay?"

His expression is skeptical but as always he concedes. "I want terms though, if I win… you gotta let me share the bed with you. No couch business tonight, that thing breaks my back."

Oh. Shit, on the one hand you don't want to lose but on the other hand how could that motivate you to wanna win!? "Well in that case if I win you gotta… carry me home!" Perfect. You can play it off as innocent laziness but if he wants it to be more than he can interpret it that way.

Just barely you can hear Prince's voice from your belt before you start your mad dash. "I don't like these terms, can't you guys change them!?"

You lost, because of course you did. Maybe because Silas is significantly taller, fitter, and simply a better runner but as far as you're concerned the only reason he won is because your heart wasn't in it. Now however it was racing faster than you ever could at the thought of sleeping side by side.

"It's okay (Y/n), I mean you didn't have much of a chance to start with but you definitely tried." Silas ruffles your hair as you start laying out the towels on the sand, the setting sun casting an almost ethereal glow on your skin.

"Right so I'm a sore loser but we're not going to talk about what a sore winner you are?"

"Sorry sorry, just happy to not have to sleep on that brick." He takes a step back to begin taking off his shirt. You look away and do the same but just as you finish you feel two hands settle on your hips from behind.

"How about you test the waters first, hmm?" Without warning you're lifted into the air and rushed down towards the water before being unceremoniously flung straight in. Water engulfs your body and you're only just barely quick enough to hold your nose. Within seconds you resurface gasping for air. Your gaze pinpoints Silas standing a few feet away in the shallows stifling a laugh. You're going to kill him.

It must've been about two hours at this point that you two had been in the water. Once more you dive under in hopes of pulling Silas down but his feet remain firmly planted. As you pull desperately on his leg he stoops down and lifts you from under the arms. "You done yet?"

"Put me down I swear to god I'll…" the words catch in your throat as you try to make sense of what you're seeing. Behind Silas on the beach it almost looks like… like someone's rifling through your stuff. But that can't be right, there's still plenty of people and you're so far away you must be seeing wrong but, what if you're not. The anxiety grows in your stomach as you watch them throw unreadable objects around that almost look like your belongings like your shoes and the dress you'd been wearing.

"Silas turn around." He does as instructed and immediately sees what you're looking at. "Oh fu-" He cuts himself off in his hurry, dropping you to wade along behind him as quickly as possible until you're both back on dry sand and sprinting towards the perpetrator. Unfortunately two young adults sprinting towards you at full speed tends to be noticeable. The rummager quickly pockets something before turning on his heel and booking it. You can hardly keep up quickly getting left behind as Silas pursues him off the beach and onto the nearest road. Well if you can't help pursue then the next best thing you can do is see what was taken and what wasn't Prince being the most important thing to find first.. Ignoring the few stares of the people who'd actually noticed the fiasco, you kneel down on your towel.

Still shaken you look around for Prince but find yourself beginning to shake as you quickly find him to be the one thing you in fact can't find. Nothing else was missing except for him. No. No, that can't be right. You rifle through both of your belongings just as the man from before had, pleading and hoping he's just gotten tossed somewhere in the chaos.

"Prince? Prince are you here? Where are you?!" You feel your eyes begin to sting as your searching becomes more frantic. This can't be happening. Why were you so stupid! Why wound't you think that something as valuable as him would attract people. You were careless and now one of your best friends is gone!

You yelp as you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn to swat it but stop just before upon realizing its owner to be an out of breath Silas. "S-sorry I just- I lost him in the beach crowds and-" he collapses beside you. With a sniffle you offer him one of the water bottles which he accepts appreciatively.

"Its okay but… fuck, they took Prince.”

Silas splutters on the water he'd just been drinking. “Are you serious!?” He frantically searches around just as you had been doing before to just as much success. “Oh my god, (Y/n) I’m so sorry. Let’s go report this and maybe-“

“What the fuck are the police going to do? As far as they’d be concerned a girl lost her toy. You think they waste time on shit like that?”

“Then what do you want to do?” His thumb tenderly brushes away the dew from your eyes.

“I… I don’t know… can we go home?” Silas nods fervently, hurrying to pack everything back into his bag as you wrap yourself with a towel.

The walk home is quiet, the last of twilight having finally faded along with the beach goers leaving in their place the quiet chirp of appendages rubbing against each other. You unlock your door tiredly allowing Silas in. Straight to your bedroom the pair of you go. You don’t have energy for anything else. God you’re so stupid. Prince must be scared out of his mind or worse he might believe you’d abandoned him. After all that talk you’d given him about how you two were friends how and you’d never do that here it was coming exactly to fruition. All of these thoughts restlessly tormenting your mind come to a head as your door creaks open at your light touch. The room is pitch black, the lights having been shut off before your departure, leaving now the only illumination to be the small monitor in the corner of your room. The dim glow is enough to stop your heart in its tracks as showing the one face you hadn’t realize how much you’d been longing to see.

“Welcome back (Y/n)!” Prince smiles giddily at you and you nearly fall apart right there as you stumble blindly in the dark over to him.

“I’m such an idiot! Thank god you’re okay!” Your gaze is so intense he almost seems taken aback but it’s quickly evident how pleased he is to see it. Soon behind you Silas appears, his jaw slack.

“I uploaded him into the computer before and fuck I forgot he could just move between the two.” You place your hand against the screen not minding the smudges it’ll leave. Prince does the same, the most loving look you’ve ever seen reflected in his eyes.

“I’m sorry I let that guy take you!” Your hand falls back to your side.

“It’s okay, as long as I can still talk to you it doesn’t matter.”

“Still,” Silas continues, “do you have any idea where he took you? Or who he was?”

“No… he immediately shoved me in his pocket and after rather easily losing you he put me in some sort of locked container without light, much like what I’d been trapped in previously. After that happened I admit I couldn’t really stand it and immediately left to be back in your computer.”

“I’m glad you’re a lot smarter than me,” you laugh feeling the adrenaline finally cooling off and the exhaustion hitting.

“If you want, we can start searching for the tomatgotchi tomorrow…”

But Prince only raises a dismissive hand. “No need, there’s nothing much of value on it now that I’ve left. Essentially they’re just left with a piece of junk now.”

You laugh and nod before a hand lands on your head ruffling your hair. “Sleep (Y/n), it’s been a long day.”

“Are you staying?” Silas turns back to the screen, an unreadable expression on Prince’s face.

“Well yeah I was going to spend the night…?”

“Must be nice, getting to touch and hold her…”

Silas grins wrapping his arms around you from behind “you wouldn’t believe,” and tosses you onto the bed. You laugh as you bounce with your own weight and once more with Silas’s added. He lifted the sheets and blankets allowing you to snuggle under. As he gets comfortable beside you the glow from the monitor disappears and you’re left in almost complete darkness except for the faint moonlight coming in through your windows, like a light blanket of snow.

Silas faces you as you lie on your sides. He’s happy you can tell that much but there’s something else in that gaze that makes you stop and stare.

“Goodnight (Y/n)… I’ll make breakfast tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to…” you mumble looking away.

“I’m aware.” You grin at each other before finally closing your eyes and falling into the gentle embrace of rest.

It doesn’t last long. You wake up rather suddenly to a shaking sensation. As you wipe the grogginess from your eyes you can just make out the sounds of grunting from beside you. You don’t allow your mind to wander too much before verifying yourself but find the breath leaves you body as your eyes meet the two others in the room. Silas weakly reaches for the hands around his throat but it’s evident his strength is fading along with his consciousness. Without further thought you leap towards him latching onto the perpetrators hands. “Let go of him! The hell are you doing!?”

You manage to pry the hands off without too much difficulty, as if they’d gone slack the moment you touched them. You pull the wheezing Silas towards you ferociously and turn to look at the owner of the hands only to lose any words you’d previously thought to scream. Looming over your bed is a face you never thought you’d see within your reach, and you almost do, touch him that is. Your fingers stretch towards him, his face wrinkled with a smile. But before you can process what’s happening it contorts with the force of Silas’s fist as he socks Prince in the face. He stumbles backwards but only a bit, Silas seeming more injured after the punch then him. “Fuck,” he yelps holding his fist and curling into you.

You look back up at Prince to see if he’ll retaliate but he only watches the two of you calculatively. “Prince… is that you…?” Though you’d known immediately you needed to hear his voice just to confirm. It comes out soft and deep as always but something else you dare to say almost loving swirls within.

“I’m so happy to see you (Y/n).” Harshly you suck in a breath.

“I don’t understand… you…” millions of questions are present within you but you manage to collect yourself and voice the most imperative one. “Why did you attack Silas?”

Princes eyes widen as if he’d not been expecting the question. How could he not? Regardless of who it’d been attacking Silas they still attacked your best friend and you’re not just going to let it slide.

“He’s in my way.” There isn’t a trace of emotion in that line, it’s so matter of fact you wonder if it really is Prince you’re talking to.

“What do you mean?!”

“I should be the one in bed with you, not this piece of garbage.”

Silas coughs glaring with a furry you’d never seen before at Prince, “f-fuck off you freak.” Once more Prince returns his gaze with just as much unbridled hate and you can tell he’s preparing to pounce. In an instant you scramble to place yourself between them, arms spread out as a pathetic form of shielding him though in the moment you aren’t actually sure who you’re protecting from who. It’s obvious Silas was the real victim, clearly having been attacked in his sleep but you told Prince you’d protect him, you swore and the weight of that promise hangs on you even now. Though before you he appears human, perhaps it’s unreasonable to expect him to have sensibilities of one as well.

“Prince, please don’t hurt Silas. Humans are very fragile and easy to kill so if you fight I’m not sure he’d survive.”

“So?” For fucks sake.

“If he dies it means he can’t come back! He’s gone forever!”

“I’m aware, that’s why I need to do it.”

What!? God damnit is he not listening to you!? Forever! You said he’d be gone forever! Is he really so selfish that the only things he cares about are himself and-

“If you hurt him at all I’ll hate you forever, I’m your friend right? Aren’t you doing this to get closer to me!? Well it’ll only drive me away!”

This does cause him to stop, his hand pausing in its attempt to reach forward and move you.

“Why? I only want to be by your side.”

“I- I also want that! But I need Silas to be here too. Please can we just stop and talk? I still haven’t even gotten over the fact that you’re here in the flesh.”

“I’m not.” His gaze leaves yours to meander on the floor. “I am still just a metal machine, even in this body. But it was the only way to be with you.”

You meet his hand still hovering a few inches away and interline your fingers. “You’re so beautiful…”

“(Y/n) don’t touch it!” Silas grabs your waist wrenching you backwards into him.

“What are you-“

“Are you really going to trust the thing that just tried to kill me!?” The hurt in his voice is evident and the guilt nips at you. For a moment you’d completely forgotten about him. He had a good point too.

“N-no not entirely but we don’t need to be fighting right?” You look to Prince who nods slowly but his gaze is locked with intensity on Silas who only huffs in response.

“Right so let’s just talk okay? All three of us.” You detach your self from Silas and make yourself comfortable against some pillows. You gesture to the bed and Prince climbs onto the end to sit on his knees, the bed lurching with however many hundred pounds his metal body is.

“I have questions that I think I should get to ask first.” Silas speaks into the silence, sitting up and crossing his legs.

Prince is clearly not pleased with this but holds back any urge to voice it.

“How’d you become like- how are you- you’re here. How?” He gestures to all of Prince with scrutiny.

“I had a body built so that I could be with (Y/n).”

“Who on earth could and would do that?”

Prince smiles plainly, “once I got access to the internet it wasn’t that hard. It really is such a big place. I found some people already working on artificial bodies. Problem is they had no one to put into them so I offered! They added whatever I wanted to it as long as I agreed to cooperate after they put me in, which might’ve been a lie… But it’s alright! We talked it over until they let me go.” His eyebrows crease in an apologetic look. “Sorry I didn’t mean to worry you when I was taken today but I am happy you were so worried.” His loving gaze rests on you once more but you’re chilled at the thought of what he meant by ‘talking it over.’

“Why didn’t you tell me…?” Is it stupid to be hurt over your Ai friend getting a human body without telling you? Yes probably but that doesn’t help the fact you are.

“I just wanted to surprise you, I’m sorry (Y/n).” While this put your heart a little more at ease Silas remained unimpressed.

“Or because he thought you’d stop him. Prince you’re insane. If you wanna be human so bad start acting like one you can’t just attack people.”

Ashamedly you nod, “he has a point, if it were any other other person the police would already be here.”

“I really am sorry… I guess I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s okay just never pull shit like that again or I’ll have your head on a pike.

“Okay… in that case though,” suddenly Prince leaps forwards wrapping his arms around you and tackling you to the bed. He does appear to be careful though to not put his full weight on you but still effectively caging you in. “I’m so happy to see you! We’re gonna have so much fun together.” He pulls his head away to stare at your face, “you’re even more beautiful in person, I didn’t even think that was possible.”

Your face suddenly feels much hotter then before and you turn it to the side to avoid eye contact only to meet those of your other guest. His lips part in shock at this and you can see his hand trembling. Noticing this Prince grabs your face a bit harder than you think he meant to and turns you to face him.

What happened next was something in hindsight you think you should’ve predicted yet it seemed so far-fetched you hadn’t even entertained the idea. Without a moment's hesitation Prince presses his lips to yours, hard. He clearly has no idea what he’s doing but continues it anyway like he does. Its a little painful and after a moment you push on his chest signaling for him to stop. He does after another moment that was longer than you think it should’ve been. He’s still smiling stupidly down at you like he hadn’t just been devouring your face.

Silas apparently finally finds his words. “W-what the fuck!?” He shoves Prince’s body in an attempt to get him off you but he is blatantly unaffected. He only removes himself once you tell him to get off you.

“Y-you can’t just do that to someone either! Okay new rule don’t touch anyone without permission!” Princes ears droop but he nods.

“Sorry (Y/n), I thought you’d like it…” he looks down at his lap. Well it’s not like you hated it… But Jesus, how was he thinking you’d react!?

#In love with this #like omg #i never rlly reblog but this was amazing #keep up the gud work bestie slayyyy

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