Be mine? (Yandere one shots)

Protection (Yandere! Older Brother x Sister! Reader)

Trigger warning: child neglect, hinted abuse, child molestation, suicide thoughts, etc.

He sat in the corner of a dark musty room, knees drawn up to his face as he watched the cockroaches dance.

His underwear hadn't been changed in forever and when was the last time he showered?

He bit his bottom cracked lip, looking out the tiny window that he could barely reach.

That's when a bang on the door broke the depressing silence. His dull eyes flicked to the door, not saying anything. He was scared. What if Mother was going to come it and hurt him again?!

He rubbed the large bruise on his forearm, wincing in pain. The cuts that littered his legs were surrounded in a sea of red on the skin. They haven't been treated in weeks.

The door was knocked over, making the malnourished boy jump, his eyes wide in shock. Two large men stood in front of him with worried eyes. These guys aren't my parents.

"Are you okay? We're taking you away," one man commanded, grabbing one of his arms to help him stand. The boy collapsed into the officer, lacking the strength to stand on his two feet. The other man reached his gloved hand over to support his other side and began to walk him to the car outside.

While passing through the poor excuse of a living room, his mom glared at him with no emotion in her eyes before training her eyes back to the small television as if saying "good riddance, you insolent little shit."

He was dragged all the way to the car in which he was thrown into the back seat, car door slamming next to him and making him flinch. Where was he going? Who are these people? Is his mother finally going to sell him after countless times saying that she would?

"Don't worry kid, we're taking you somewhere safer," the man commented, answering his questions. "Can you talk?"

He didn't respond, afraid that they were going to hurt him. They just threw him into a car so it would make perfect sense that he was wary of the two officers.

But it seemed like they were taking him away, right? Away from Mother and away from that wretched prison. Maybe it would be a good idea to tell what Mother was doing to him?

"I talk," he whispered. The men looked at each other before nodding.

"Alright. We're taking you to the police station and file a report about your mother," one officer said, taking a hard right turn and making the skinny boy fly.

You sat down on the couch, throwing your phone down on the coffee table in front of it. Your mom said that you were going to get a new brother that was older than you by a year, however you would have to be the "older sister," since he had been abused in his household.

You could only feel sympathy for him since your mom and dad were very nice. A knock on the door made you groan, rolling off the couch and standing up slowly.

Opening the door, your mom and dad were standing with big smiles on their faces. In the middle was a boy a little taller than you, looking uncomfortable sandwiched between the two adults. You locked eyes for a moment, before your mom laughed.

"You two are already bonding! Honey I want to talk with you," she giggled, rushing in and ushering you to the kitchen.

As soon as you arrived, her voice dropped. "He doesn't talk all that much. The officers said that he does but rarely. Like I said, he had been abused and then neglected. Be careful with him, he's fragile. They also made him spill his name. Ruan."