Yandere!Heavy x Shy!Male!Reader
CW: Possessive behavior, Slight NSFW content, Dubious Relationship
It was still early when the clouds gave of their rain to the grass and trees, when the road became alive with more splashes than my eyes could appreciate. Yet together they brought such a soothing sound, a natural melody every bit as beautiful as a mother's soulful hum. I felt each splash that touched my skin, watched my cardigan become a deeper, more rocky hue. It was as if earlier the street had been a matte photograph, only to be washed as glossy as any magazine page. Yet from the rain I run, ducking under over hangs and bolting into nearest building. Eyes scan the interior, trying to decipher where I had walked into.
The air is thick with the scent of coffee, I drink in the aroma. I turn in circles, dripping cooling water onto their doormat. There's nothing slick about this cafe, no fancy fonts or white etching upon the glass. You could pick the whole thing up and send it back thirty years and it wouldn't look out of place. The rolling tunes of jazz plays innocuously in the space, chatter filling the rest of the room. I stomp my shoes, knocking my toes on the carpet and make my way to a secluded spot against the wall. Not a few seconds longer had I reclined on the mismatched chair did a waitress come over.
"What can I get you to drink, Sir?" She asks, voice nasally and high pitched. She was a middle-aged woman disgruntled by her job, that much was evident. However the gruff nature seemed to hold itself at bay while speaking to costumers and to that I was thankful.
"Coffee, Black," I say, leaning around her to see what treats lay in the glass display case. "And a bagel." I added, relaxing back once again and offering her a polite smile. I watch her write it down, before closing the book and nodding, walking off to the front to start on my order.
I look out the window, watching raindrops race each other down. The aura of this entire day seemed to be melancholic, even the sky venting its frustrations. I was roughly pulled from my thoughts as my cellphone buzzed in my pocket like a wasp trapped in a jar. I would say the dread crept over me like an icy chill but it could have been the rain that sprinkled my shoulders. However as I pulled my phone from my pocket and stared at the caller ID I realized that, no. Now the dread changes, crawling down my spine like a spider weaving silk and causes my hand to tremble. I answer the call, knowing it may be worse if I let it ring out or hang up.
"Where are you, Solnishko*?" The baritone of his voice reverberating through my bones, rattling in my chest. The entitlement, the jurisdiction, the quiet and psychotic outrage in his voice frightened me.
"I," I could feel the stutter before it reaches my throat and I clear it. "I had to run an errand and I hadn't wanted to bother you." I say, marveled that my voice didn't shake. "I'm waiting fro the rain to stop at a cafe then I'm headed back to base." I add, wanting to reassure him that I would not disappear forever and yet struck with how easily I fall into his webbing of obedience.
He says nothing for a long while, long enough for my waitress to set my coffee and bagel down. I take a nervous sip, the scolding liquid a well needed distraction. Then he seems to sigh, the heavy sound and I can hear him stand.
"I will pick you up." He says, before the line goes dead.
I take the phone from my ear, numb fingers nearly dropping it to the surface. I set it down, taking my coffee in both hands and taking a few small sips. My appetite was gone now, mind racing miles a minute. I remember when I first arrived at Tuefort, I was just the janitor, meant to keep the base clean. Nothing more, nothing less. Misha, the Heavy Weapon's Expert, had taken to me and I to him. I remember thinking his protectiveness was endearing and justified with how often they were attacked or got dragged into conflict. But as I learned to protect myself I had thought he would ease and mellow out.
Movement in the corner of my eye brings my attention to the road where Misha is parked just outside and waiting in the driver's seat of Dell's pick up.
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If in life we are defined by the choices we make then I am a monster. I know when (y/n) is bleeding for love, when his eyes are moist and it's like an animal showing you its soft underbelly. I can't stop though, I don't want to. I push harder, dig deeper and get what I want. Why should I give in? I'm stronger, he's weaker and that's just life. He is mine and no one in this world could take him away from me. He's property. He's got LOVE stamped on his retinas every time he looks my way. So long as I treat him mean, he stays keen. But you know what, I'm no more a monster than the boss that has me working for slave wages or the man that keeps his guard dog in a draughty kennel all winter long. That's just the way we're wired, right? "Take what you can get," that's my motto, 'cause this world is full of takers and I'm not one for giving.
I know your sounds, know your not satisfied until all you can muster are pitiful gasps and whines. That's why you fight me when I pin you to the wall, yet you kiss back with the fever of a starved man. You are a dog, a mutt I can train. You bark and howl, thrash and claw. When we are through you always leave me with bruises and deep furrows missing from my skin. You act shy and proper but all it takes to tear that facade away is for me to hold you close.
Its a drug, to hear your soft and timid voice produce such lewd sounds. To know that I am the only man you can make you sing as you do, to feel how tightly you wrap around me. I know the fear you hold, the anxieties that plague you about me. I know I am overbearing but how can I not be when you do not think of your own safety? This is a war we fight, I used to fight it for my sisters and mother but now, I fight it for you as well.
"Lisichka*...I love you."
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As he leant foreword my pulse raced. Looking into his eyes I saw deep pools of blue that displayed his soul. His lips touched my cheek. Time stopped. My heart came to a halt. My breath caught in my throat. Our fingers locked together similar to puzzle pieces. As the soft skin of his mouth left the side of my face, the exact spot where they had come into contact burned and tingled. A hot blazing fire pulsed through me. A small grin crept onto my face and my cheeks painted themselves rose red. He pulled away silently, but our eyes locked, having a private conversation of their own.
No matter what, he loved me and I loved him. He was a man of few words, his actions always spoke for him. As I watched them leave on the bus that would take them to their new base and I headed towards my private car my phone buzzed. The same dread filled me as it did yesterday, but when I saw it was simply a text from him- simply stating that he loved me and would see me at the new base- my heart swarmed.
Our relationship was something no one would understand, my own anxieties aside he was helping me. I would have never found anyone like him if I hadn't taken this job and I know that, even though I may stutter on my words around him or cant hold eye contact very long, he is helping me realize my full potential.
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And there ya go! I hope this is what you had in mind, my writing style has changed quiet a bit over the years. I know that it isn't in the typical one shot fashion, but personally I adore fics written like this and so I've kind of adopted this writing style myself. This can also serve as a preview on how the rest of this fic will be re-written
Solnishko - Little Sun
Lisichka - Little Fox
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Fanfiction⚠CURRENTLY BEING RE-WRITTEN AND UPDATED⚠ It's a one shot pile, guys. Random one shots of the mercs. That's it. Idk what else you were expecting. Very indulgent. Sometimes ignores canon but mainly only small bits are ignored.
