One Desire (Yandere Twins x Fem Reader)

Regret and Rethink

You heard a chair screech against the floor and glanced to the side to see Connor kneeling down next to you, playing with a strand of your hair.

"Please! Both of you!" You pleaded as you stared up at him, your eyes wide.

Aiden gazed at you hungrily and sighed before getting off of you, "I wouldn't be able to contain myself if you continued to do that. You being helpless is a truly exciting thing to witness (Y/n)."

You shakily stood up before running towards the exit of the dining hall. However, Connor beat you there as he gazed at you as well, "(Y/n)," He breathed, "Don't do this. We know what's best for you..."

You shook your head, "Connor move."

"Not until you agree and say you won't run away from us." His pupils were constricted which allowed you to see the small flecks of gold in his eyes, but he looked crazy. "Say you won't run away from us (Y/n)."

Aiden came up behind you, "Say it my dear." He purred in your ear and you felt yourself sink to the floor.

You held your head in your hands wishing you had never come to the palace 10 days ago. This never would've happened.

"Say it (Y/n)." Connor snapped as he bent down toward you.

"..No.." you whispered.

"Connor. I say we kill Reed. I'm sure its not hard to find a replacement for him."

Connor nodded and opened the door, and you reached out and grabbed his arm, tears openly flowing down your cheeks, "No please! Don't touch him! Don't go near him!"

"Then say it (Y/n)." Aiden mused, and Connor looked at you expectantly.

You shakily took a breath, "F-fine. I accept. I wont run away...and....and...I'll be the queen. Your queen." You released you grip on Connor and stared at the white marble floor with an empty look.

"That wasn't hard was it?" Connor asked cheerfully as he picked you up and carried you down the hall, Aiden to his right. You cried, your body shaking with each sob.

"Shhh" Aiden cooed as he stroked your hair.

"Back off." You heard Connor snap and you looked to see Micah's frozen frame standing in the middle of the hallway, looking at you in complete and utter worry.

Eventually, Aiden opened your door and Connor carried you to your bed, just like yesterday. Instead of immediately falling asleep, you rolled over and buried your face into a pillow. You heard Connor sigh in defeat before two sets of footsteps retreated from the room. After that, you didn't know how much time had passed, but you cried. You cried for the life you were about to give up, the friends you were about to lose as well as the freedom that was about to be ripped from your hands.

You lifted your face up to see the tear stained pillow and angrily threw it aside.

"I hate you!" You screamed to no one in particular and slammed your fists onto the bed.

"That's a little rude, now isn't it?" A familiar voice questioned and you turned to see Micah standing in the doorway, his eyes clouded with worry.

"...M-Micah?" You asked as you slowly stood up and then ran across the room to him, clinging to his uniform. "Micah! It's too late now! I cant escape...I..I can't..." You hiccuped and sobbed into his shirt.

You felt his hand run down your hair and he made soothing noises as he silently wondered what had you so worked up. Your hands clinging onto his shirt were the only things that kept you from falling to the ground, "Micah. I want you to help....I want you to help me so bad, but I don't want them to kill you. I-I'm so selfish!"

"Shhh, (Y/n), calm down. It'll be okay. We'll get through this. Don't worry. Lets just sit down and you can explain what's wrong."

You nodded and grabbed his arm, pulling him over to the bed. You both sank down and you focused on containing your tears.

"Its okay," Micah said soothingly, "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere okay?"

You shakily took a breath and stared at him. How was it that he had become your only friend? It had felt almost effortless, but you wouldn't have had it any other way.

"I-I went to lunch with them...the princes." You shakily said as you continued to stare at him. "It was really good at first. The food was really good, they were being nice." You could feel the tears waiting at the back of your eyes, "But then, they said they were throwing a party, a masquerade." You furrowed your brow as you fought against your tears and analyzed the moment.

"Well...A party can't be a bad thing can it?" Micah tentatively asked, his hand hovering over yours as if waiting to provide support.

"Oh but it can!" You cried out, starting to shake again. His hand came down over yours and his thumb rubbed across it.

"It's a masquerade...for me." You whispered.

"Why would they throw a masquerade for you?" Micah raised his eyebrows.

"They....They made the decision that I'm... I'm gonna..." You choked back a sob, "I'm going to be their queen. They're gonna steal my freedom."

Micah's hand froze as he looked at you, hoping it was a joke, "You're joking."

You shook your head and leaned into him, "I said I wouldn't accept! I didn't want it! That I'd run away, but they..." You grabbed a fistful of his shirt again, "They said they'd kill you. They'd kill Reed. They'd kill Alex and Nadia! I can't let that happen to you...any of you!"

Micah's hand moved to your back and started rubbing it and making more soothing noises, "(Y/n). I said I'd help you. I still am. We can come up with a plan and get all of us out. We have two weeks okay? I'll think of something."

You looked up at him, slightly puzzled. Had his face always looked that beautiful? His blue eyes were mesmerizing and more intricate than Connors. You could see all the tiny flecks of colors in them. Your gaze traveled down his face to his lips. They looked so soft...like you could just...

You didn't even realize what you were doing until you felt your lips brush against his. Panicked, you quickly pulled away to see his red face.

"W-What was that?" He asked, staring at you wide-eyed.

"I-I was just thinking that your lips looked really soft and then...I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" You cried.

"N-No, its okay. You're not emotionally stable right now, at least I-I don't think you are. Just forget about it okay!"

You nodded vigorously, "Thank you Micah. For everything you've done so far and are about to do."

He pulled you into another hug, "What kind of a guy would I be if I didn't save the damsel in distress?"

You laughed, "A smart one."

"Touché"

After a few minutes, Micah realized you had fallen asleep against him. Sighing, not really wanting to move, he watched you for a few minutes before laying you against your pillow and pulling the comforter over you. He glanced at you one more time before walking down the hallway, a plan already forming in his head. 

A/N: Hello? I hope you're enjoying the story. Micah's such a sweet guy right? He's ready to risk everything for you...I wonder how that's gonna turn out. Anyway I just hope you like the story so far! There's still a long adventure left too so don't worry.