Yandere! Twins x Reader

A Moonlit Love

A/N: a small bout of inspiration hit me while laying on our hammock, so I was like: "holy shit, the moon's really pretty tonight." And here you have it. Just a little story spinoff 😊
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Y/N's P.O.V

I sat outside on the patio/outdoor deck, the sky surprisingly clear tonight. Sitting on the hammock/patio chair, I looked up at the stars.

"How did my life get here...?" I thought to myself. The soft chirps of the nocturnal creatures surrounded me, the moon casting a light bright enough to see clearly.

I began to ponder, thinking about everything that happened: Meeting Seth (and his lovely, blushing bride), Finding Josh, being adopted by the twins....

And my parents.

I closed my eyes, wincing when painful scars of their abuse bubbled to the surface. However, at the same time, a small, almost invisible, part of me was sad that they were gone. Yes, they hurt me, beat me for all they're worth, but they were still my parents.

Memories of the days before it all went to hell flooded into my mind: The laughter, joy, the way they would hold me when I was upset or sad.

The tears pooled to the surface for a bit, but none fell. In a way, I knew they were sick, so I couldn't be mad at Mason and Lucas for long. In a twisted form, it was almost like putting them out of their misery; it just happened to include my own.

Lost in thought, I didn't notice the two figures that had made themselves known under the moonlight. A smooth hand pressing against my cheek broke my melancholy trance.

"You're crying, dear." Lucas' soft voice echoed from my left side, his brows pulled together to form a concerned expression, his mouth shaped into a taut line.

"It's just the cold, I'm alright." I wiped my eyes a bit, feeling another hand run through my hair. "As long as you're alright, Y/N." Mason smiled maturely, startling me a bit considering his usual, perverted, cocky attitude was nowhere to be found. He chuckled softly.

"It's to beautiful of a night to ruin it now." It was like he read my mind, not that it really surprised me all that much. They squeezed themselves next to me, using their arms to provide me a pillow.

The three of us sat there quietly, the sounds allowing us to relax. I knew, even though the calm atmosphere was something to be desired, I knew that they were murderers, but I couldn't bring myself to care. In their own way, they wanted to take care of me, to love me and provide me with all they could offer.

Their way was roundabout; almost like a pattern. Though it was moments like this that showed me how.... how sane they were. It was sweet. Not a sickening sweet, like a peep on a bowl of whipped cream and sugar, but the kind of mild sweet you get from lightly flavored candies.

And it was moments like these that made me realize that I loved them too.