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accidentalslayer · 8 months

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Hi can you do headcanons about yandere elijah mikaelson x fem human reader

AAAAAAAA!!! I'm so excited for this ask!! It's my very first HC request & I'm a little 😬 but I hope my particular brand of Yandere!Elijah is entertaining. Tbh, this'll help me brainstorm ideas for future Dawn Misplaced chapters...

[Yandere!Elijah Headcanons]

⚜️ It was obsession at first defiance for him. Elijah Mikaelson, in his many years of being unchecked, has become accustomed to the word "yes" coming from human lips. Yes, sir. Yes, Mr. Mikaelson. Or "Yes, Daddy" to those girls he finds pleasing. But you said "no". You said "no" after all the trouble and headaches he endured in brokering a "fair deal" for your current predicament; being the sole inheritor of Father Kieran's seat in The Faction. Elijah was trying to spare you this precarious spot. It infuriates him that you won't give into his reasoning. He's just trying to protect you...

⚜️ Elijah Mikaelson is observant. He's kept a rather exhaustive record of his thoughts and feelings all throughout his cursed ordeal of being an "Original". But moreover, being the eldest brother to a family of siblings who do not listen. One night, while he's penning an entry in his records, his mind begins to drift. His hand moves with a will of it's own. Only after Elijah has gone through several pages does he realize that he's been writing about you. He's repulsed. How could you, the one snag in his carefully woven system, have snuck so imperceptibly into his mind?! He writes four more pages about you. Seemingly against his own will. Then, pours himself a scotch to quell a hunger that's starting to grow within him.

⚜️ Since you've decided to defy him and act as the human representative in The Faction, Elijah Mikaelson has decided to give you hell in the form of micromanaging your time. He requires emails, updates, documentation, & various forms of excruciating busy work that keeps you in very close proximity to him. His dark eyes always seem to be upon you while you're tending to the mountain of paperwork that he assigns you daily. And Elijah seethes with frustration as you rise to his challenge; completing his sisyphean tasks YOUR way. But still within his set requirements. Elijah is becoming more and more consumed by you with your every willful act. Meanwhile, the pages in his journal grows...

⚜️ Every seated member of The Faction has been thoroughly vetted by Elijah. But you...? He's been digging deep into your past before you inherited Kieran's position. What he's found (using various means of persuasion) has him intrigued, to say the least. You're the adopted offspring of an old, antiquated family that he (and his siblings) cavorted with during the 1700's and held considerable sway over the settlement before their arrival. Elijah knew that. But what has him curious is how little there is to say about you... There's almost no paper trail. Nothing substantial he can find about who you are. Your record, the little bits he can find, is almost too clean. It's a siren song to Elijah who prides himself on being informed. You've become an unsolved mystery that he's determined to crack. Even if he has to utilize extraordinary means to do so. After all, it's for the safety of his family... That's what he's telling himself, at least.

⚜️ To satiate his mounting need for answers and his hunger for you, he's decided to sit & watch your dreams. It's for work, of course!! How can he allow someone with such a void in their history to continue holding power in The Faction?? Much less someone who has evaded his inquiries and defied him in ways that irk him. It doesn't matter that you were handpicked by Kieran. To Elijah, you're a box left unchecked. And unchecked boxes have always been trouble in his experience.

⚜️ Elijah is, at first, annoyed to find that you're just as much a night creature as he is. An insomniac who stays up way too late reading, writing, documenting & researching as voraciously as he does. That makes his dream invasion plans hard at first. But Elijah is a patient man. And so, he waits. Poised in the shadows. Perched at your windowsill. Even standing in your room after he devised his invitation into your living space. And soon enough, the cracks in your defenses begin to show themselves. He takes full advantage of one night where exhaustion (he ran you into the ground on purpose with busy work) and a night with Cami at Rousseau's expose your mind to his vampiric dreamwalking. What he finds inside your mind seals his iron resolve to have you as HIS. Always and forever. Now, you cannot escape from Elijah even if you tried. And resigning from The Faction is no longer an option he'll extend to you...

You turned down his offer for peace, after all.

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I shall leave it off at here for now. I hope this gives you plenty of juicy bits to dream with when you think of Yandere!Elijah! And I also hope I'll be asked again for more headcanon stuff or even questions about my WIP. ❤️

Much love to you, anon.

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admiringlove · 3 years

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things you shouldn’t have said

+synopsis: hq boys and the things they shouldn’t have said.

+genre: headcanons; angst.

+characters: sakusa kiyoomi, kozume kenma, hinata shōyō, kita shinsuke.

+warnings: angst; just sadness overall.

+author’s notes: i was a little sad so i wrote this, and tbh i think hinata is a little ooc but hnghh i can’t imagine him genuinely angry :// but i loved hurting myself with the kita one :D

+navigation: main menu, hq menu.

— SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

“my life was better without you in it.”

this was all so sudden.

it wasn't supposed to happen like this; the way he screams at you makes your ears ring, your body trembles, and your eyes water, and you stand there as he points his finger at you and blames you for most of the things going wrong. he says it in such a persuasive tone that you do end up believing him—maybe it was you. maybe it was you that ruined what little you had left with the love of your life by asking for too much. maybe you shouldn't have asked him to stay with you for the weekend instead of going out for extra practice, and maybe you should've been more understanding when he says he can't spend more time with you.

he seethes, his hair falling fluffily over his forehead just like the first time you met him back in high school. only now, he isn't wearing a mask and looking at you with a somehow interesting smile. he looks at you with hatred, and he spills harsh words to you. you sigh, listening to him and taking in every word he says. it hurts, sure it does, but you saw it coming. you don't think he sees your tears when he turns around and runs his hand through his hair while mumbling, "my life was better without you in it."

you're taken aback now. all these years have gone by and still, somehow you couldn't get sakusa kiyoomi to love you. you smile dolorously, a stray tear falling from your eye, as you get up from the couch and you head to the shared bedroom. he doesn't follow behind you—instead, choosing to look at the dark sky outside the window. his lashes are long, fluttering ever so often as his chest rises and falls.

only when he hears the front door close is when he looks back, the empty living room staring back at him. he sighs, and for the first time in years he doesn't know why there's a lump at the back of his throat. maybe he was too harsh on you, but his anger was justified, right? he had an important game coming up this weekend, you should've understood that instead of asking him to spend time with you every single day.

shuffling into the bedroom, he closes his eyes as he falls into the bed and falls asleep. in the morning, he'd apologize for being so rude to you. but for now, he hopes to sleep it off until you get back.

that's just it, isn't it? you did leave him alone. because he never saw you after that night, and even if he did, it was only a ghost of your shell. you were there for a split second, and then you weren't. he saw you in your usual seat at the match then he didn't—he missed his spike while looking for you that time. he sees you everywhere, from the coffee cup you gifted to him on your second anniversary, to the photo frame on the bedside table to the toothbrush stand on the bathroom counter.

now he understands that he wronged you, but he can't change it back can he? if he could, he'd go back in time in an instant and stop himself from saying everything, but he can't. so he sits there, on the same couch you sat while he yelled at you, and chuckles to himself dryly as he looks out the window once again, watching the night sky.

— KOZUME KENMA.

“you’re nothing but a bother.”

it all started with, "hey, got a moment?"

you want to almost laugh at yourself as you stand there, going back and forth from one argument to the other. from the time you accidentally walked in on his stream because he didn't tell you he was starting it, to the time where you left him food in the kitchen and it was left untouched. all because you were coming to ask him when he's coming to sleep.

it's a mess. everything is. you don't know when you start to cry, your voice cracks and your hand reaches to wipe the tears off almost subconsciously—you still don't understand what's happening. it's all a blur, him sitting at his desk with his hands in his hair as he argues with you and brings up almost every little thing that makes you insecure, you standing by the doorway as hiccups escape your mouth with counter-arguments to his.

and the last string in you seemed to snap, because his words cut like scissors through them, "you're nothing but a bother."

why was everything happening so fast? why were you in your car, when you were supposed to be peacefully sleeping with him, as the two of you held on tightly to one another? the cool air from the air conditioner was supposed to make you hold him closer to you, and he'd sleepily pull the duvet over your necks, nuzzling himself into your neck. it was supposed to be sleepy smiles, comfortable warmth, and tangled legs. not cool wind flowing through the open window of your car as you accelerated ten kilometers over the speed limit.

and him? he wouldn't be sitting at his chair right now, either. he'd be with you, so why did he shrug you off like he just did? maybe it was stress, or maybe it was all the little things building up as they did over the past months. he walks out, pulling his sweatshirt over his head as he pulls out his phone to call you.

you don't answer, and he stares at the porcelain ceiling all night as the same cold air conditioner makes him feel like he could choke any second. you were supposed to be with him, under the blankets and in a peaceful slumber. so where did it all go wrong? why didn't you come home the next day or the day after that one?

— HINATA SHŌYŌ.

“why can’t you just leave me alone?”

it hurt.

the way he said those words hurt. he was tired, right? you shouldn't have pried—shouldn't have asked how practice had gone or urged him to eat the dinner you had prepared for him. you shouldn't have told him to freshen up so you could eat together and discuss your days like you always did. why was it so hard now? why wasn't it easy like it was, back in college or high school? why was managing your schedules harder when you were adults and worked jobs of your own?

in school, you helped kiyoko and yachi with managing the team. and in college, hinata and you decided to move into an apartment of your own, working in complete tandem when together. it was like you knew where his heart was, where he kept it and where it stayed. but now? whenever you looked at him, it felt like only emptiness stared back at you in return.

"shō, would you like to have dinner now or do you want to freshen up?" was all you'd said. a little affection was all it took to break the bond that was once so strong, so full of love and promises. he started and he didn't stop. he threw his duffel bag onto the coffee table and kept walking around the living room, spewing words that struck like a spear in your heart.

you stayed quiet for most of it, hiding behind the kitchen counter as you slowly readied his plate while listening to his frustrations—you'd made a mental note of drawing him a bath later so he could relax or watch movies and fall asleep together as you did on the weekends, but you froze when he said, "and you. you're one of my biggest problems."

"what do you mean? i only asked if you wanted dinner!" you narrowed your eyes at him, as he rolled his own as he replied, "why can't you just leave me alone? it's not like i have to always be smothered by you."

you were taken aback; in all these years of being with one another, so full of passion and love, not once had the two of you said things like that to one another. you stopped completely now, letting go of the spatula in your hand and the saucepan in the other. you didn't care that tears were streaming down your face anymore, you didn't care that he was telling you to stop as you stormed to your bedroom, and you didn't care that you could hear him choke back a sob as you slid down the door, arms hugging your knees as you let out a shaky sigh.

he'd been holding it all in for way too long, hadn't he?

— KITA SHINSUKE.

“i don’t feel the same way i did for you back when i was a teenager.”

sometimes it felt like all the two of you did was argue with one another anymore. running around in circles with your problems, not knowing what exactly it is but chasing after it anyway—why were you two having more fights than actual conversations? why didn't you know what to say? you didn't want to complicate everything you had, but how come the thought of separating your path with kita crossed your mind more than it should? why was it that when everything was better you had hoped that your relationship with kita would remain painless?

it used to be so pure; reckless yet full of affection. blushes and smiles being exchanged as you walk the streets of hyōgo. it wasn't fair—nothing was. it was supposed to be him and you. he'd made a piece of your heart his own, and he was supposed to be yours till the very end of time. even when the two of you were old and senile, with wrinkles littering your face as you squabbled on your porch, drinking the afternoon tea and watching children play amongst themselves.

you weren't supposed to be alone in the middle of the night on your balcony, not being able to tell the difference between raindrops and tears as you stared at the sky weep down on you. you were supposed to marry him and start a whole new life together, but why did it feel wrong?

"i don't feel the same way i did for you back when i was a teenager," he had said, fingers bridged on his nose. but why didn't he? you felt the same, so why couldn't he? why did you still long for him? were you even sure that you wanted to stay with him until you were ninety and wrinkled? so many years would go to waste, so many years spent hand-in-hand with perfect kita shinsuke would go to waste.

high school years spent in this very family home, studying together and watching his grandmother send little teases towards the two of you—sprouting something about young love and how you were perfect for one another. weeks spent in the volleyball gym helping him hone his skills and help his team practice.

college days spent video-calling one another every single day before you slept because you were in tokyo and he was back here. the "i love you's" you shared right before sending a kiss to each other before you fell into a deep slumber, pretending to be in his arms(instead of the pillow you hugged tightly). summers when you ran into his arms right after stepping off the bullet train, him spinning you around and pulling you into a deep kiss right after he puts you down.

and now? when you've finally settled? early days when you two ate dinner together—you telling him about your day at work and him smiling at you like you were the most precious star in the cosmos. wandering down aisles in grocery stores, picking out the ingredients needed to cook for the next month(you'd persuade him into buying drinks or junk food). the way he pulled you into his chest at night, running a hand through your hair to help you sleep. and you waking him up with a fresh cup of tea and breakfast.

where had all the love gone?

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anne-i-write · 3 years

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moriarty the patriot headcannons

| requested by anon: can you write headcanons for moriarty brothers meeting and having dinner with s/o's parents for the first time? and s/o's father is overprotective. thanks 🤍🙆🏻 |

william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader

word count: 1857

tw: mentions of toxic behavior in albert’s hcs

a/n: IM BACK AND THRIVING BBS!!! it’s so good to be back again to writing!!! hhh i’m so sorry if this is far from what you wanted but i hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!!!! lowkey went off the railings w this one so 👀 also if i missed any tags, please let me know!!!!!

william: 803 words

it had been you and your father since you were younger bc your mom was the “lucky” choice of some noble

but you wouldn’t have it any other way

you two are very close and everyone in the town knows

that, and that you both hate nobles

so it’s no surprise when the moriartys move into town, you’re both less than pleased

you always try your best to avoid them whenever they come into your town and your father always begs his friends to take the nobles as customers, despite the fact it could be good for business

but the town you lived in was particularly small and you did end up bumping into william

literally

some stupid man didn’t see you crossing the road and you were nearly crushed by the carriage if it hadn’t been for the hand that pulled at your wrist

“i swear people these days don’t know how to drive carriages.”

you don’t know who you were expecting

BUT ANYONE BUT A NOBLE

“are you alright?”

“i’m fine thank you—“

you’re absolutely flustered

how did i not know that this was a noble??? he smells so clean!

“i’ve got to be on my way now!” and you left william there with no explanation

but lil did you know he actually knew who you were

or to an extent, you weren’t as sneaky as you’d hoped you’d be

he saw you hiding in corners and alleyways every time you two accidentally made eye contact

and some of the townsfolk actually told him a little about you and your father so he understood why you weren’t too welcoming

but to take great lengths to avoid him??? he is very intrigued

so he starts off small, trying to send you a kind smile before you dart off behind a fruit stall

he really tries his best to get close to you and after a few weeks (and a few persuasive friends), he finally gets to hold a conversation with you

and boy does he fall FAST

it takes a while but you finally reciprocate his feelings and he thinks its smooth sailing from there right???

lmao everyone knows your father is literally the most intimidating looking man that could ever walk the earth

if they didn’t know him personally, they would be afraid of getting curb stomped 🤠

i mean,, he’s a big softie but god forbid anyone even DARES to look at you in a romantic light

you warn william of this and he’s like “don’t worry love, it shouldn’t be too bad”

it is bad

even william has cold hands bc your father is giving him the dirtiest look

dinner isn’t even dinner it’s a grill with how much questions your father is asking him

it does NOT help that he’s a noble

“so,,, you’re a noble”

“your cooking is amazing sir”

your father leaves the table for a little bit and you can hear the quiet sigh of relief from william

“i’m sorry for my father”

“no, no,,, i just,,, your father’s really intimidating, isn’t he?”

you let out a chuckle and william relaxed, a soft smile gracing his lips

“he can be, but it’s just something he does.” you threw a wistful gaze at the door your father disappeared before.

“he’s just worried about you, i can see it. he doesn’t want you around people like me.” you grabbed his hand over the table and he gently squeezed your hand.

“if anything, if he’d give you a chance, he’d want me to be with you. noble or not”

you both continue to have a delightful conversation, your sweet laughs filling the room

however, you didn’t know your father was listening in on your conversation and he couldn’t agree more with william

your mother left with more than just a curt goodbye and unshed tears

she left you with a tear stained letter filled with sorrowful regrets and sincere apologies

he knew you would eventually grow up to be critical of the world and if you were to find out that your mother had left unwillingly, he was afraid that you would be too bitter towards the world

but as he hears your laugh and his worries are dulled down a little

he sees you smiling so happily at william and when he chances a glance at the noble beside you, his worries are completely erased

william’s looking at you the same way everyone swore he looked at your mother

it’s a gentle gaze filled with love and kindness, one that he knew could protect you and take care of you

your father hated nobles and hovered over you when it came to love

but he couldn’t help but hold back on questions when he came back and you instantly noticed that your father took a liking william

louis: 508 words

everyone knew you as “Little Noble” in your town

the sole reason being your father literally treating you like a noble lmao

he gave you the best of everything he could afford and tried his best to not let you do any work

tried

of course, you were a little angel and you HAD to help otherwise you’d cry about making someone else tired when you could’ve easily helped

you’ve carried this trait until your early twenties and there were no signs that you would stop

hence why you were bringing home some fresh fruits from the stall clerk before a man bumps into you

you were so caught off guard that your knee buckled and you fell on your butt

everyone was stunned into silence as you fell but louis was so apologetic

so when he helped you back up, he felt the chilling stares of the town burning into his back

and then you apologize for bumping into him when he was the one who bumped into you and you fell??????

“please, let me make you something! i feel so bad!”

he tries to decline but there was this odd pressure to say yes to you

he ends up going home with you

you’re both in front of the door before your father opens it, his eyes wide

“who is this boy?”

“oh, i didn’t get his name on the way here. what is your name?”

your poor father’s heart is pounding way too fast for his liking

“oh! look at that, thank you so much for bringing my child home! you should be going home now”

he tries to shut the door on louis but you hold it open and beckon louis inside

“i invited him here! i accidentally bumped into him earlier so i offered to make him something!”

louis is so awkward pls

your father reluctantly lets him in but gives him a side eye the whole time he’s in the house

“does your child do this often?”

“why? do you find it strange?”

YOUR FATHER IS SO PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE PLEASE SAVE LOUIS

anyways, you finish making your treat and give it to louis, your father glaring at your interaction

louis is still a little stiff but the more you talk to him, his guard is let down a little

soon enough he has to leave and you wish him well

he leaves with a wave and a kind smile and you look over at your father who had been scowling since you appeared at the front door

“he is a bit cute, don’t you think father?”

your father sputters, stunned by your bold claim

“y-you’re still too young to think about men like that!”

you laugh and shut the front door, teasing your poor father about finding love while also wondering if you would meet louis again

as you talk with your father behind closed doors, louis smiles to himself as he thinks about the unusual encounter today

surely, if i met them again tomorrow, it would make for a pleasant day

albert: 546 words

he meets your father before he meets you

it was during a ball your parents organized in order to connect with the more prestigious nobles around you

your parents were obsessed with the way your family was viewed and apparently being an earl wasn’t enough

so albert hears about you when your father boasts about how you’re the perfect child who answered to his every beck and call

in all honesty, albert was disgusted

no one deserved to be brought up like that

he casually makes his way into the conversation and your father is seething

“my child is your age, it’s a shame you act like this, i would have thought of you as a prime husband for them”

who is this earl to tell him what to do?

needless to say your father crosses him off of the guest list for the next ball

days go by and your father doesn’t know that you’re currently in town, doing what you can to help the working class as best as you can

it is on one particular day of visiting an orphanage do you run into the eldest moriarty brother

you two exchange polite greetings and you both pause

“your father is the earl, is he not?”

“you are a general of the army, are you not?”

a brief mention of your father and your mood dulls slightly

“yes, but i’m here on my own accord”

he would kill you if he found out you were amongst the “filth” as he called them

“well, i’ve brought books for the children, would you like to help me read some to them?”

he seemed sincere enough to not want anything more from you, so you agreed

he was actually very pleasant to be around and you find yourself enjoying his company

the meetups continued to happen and soon enough, albert finds himself standing in front of the doors to your family estate

your father is not pleased at all

“it’s nice to meet you again, sir”

“i didn’t forget about what you said to me at our first meeting”

and you’re sitting there like,, ????? they’ve met??? and your father doesn’t like albert???????

of course, inviting albert to your home would have repercussions but you didn’t expect your father to be so hostile

he was always hostile towards other nobles unless they were of higher importance than him

but for him to hate albert so quickly and openly??? this was quite new

you had mentioned that your father has always been one for power so it was clear to albert that you obviously grew up in a home that was more,,, toxic than protective

it was at dinner that this behavior reached its peak and albert despised the atmosphere and the way your father treated you

“i’ve come here to ask for your child’s hand in marriage”

your father rejects the idea without any hesitation

“i refuse to have them live the rest of their life in your household when they could do so much better”

when you invited albert that night, you knew there would be repercussions with your father

but what you didn’t expect was that you would leave your father and adopt the moriarty name as your own, the family welcoming you with open arms

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cazimagines · 3 years

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hii! i saw your requests for headcanons are open, if you’re comfortable with it what do you think Laszlo would be like with a reader that has a manipulative and abusive mother?

Warnings: Manipulation, physical abuse

- You were an enigma to Dr. Kreizler. A being shrouded in mystery who he despairingly wanted to untangle, to lay out what made you, before him and place all the pieces back together like a game. You were one of his patients and while he was used to patients not being open to him first, he could usually observe what the issue was for them, simply by the way they acted, the way they portrayed themselves.

- Yet you were a tabula rasa. A blank slate. He could neither observe you nor make assumptions about you because he'd have no proof. He asked you a copious amount of questions, attempting to figure you out but every answer in return was lacklustre. You gave away nothing to him, barely answering his questions with more than five words. And it annoyed him. Oh yes. But it also thrilled him.

- He denied ever seeing this mystery as a game, but he could not deny the rush of excitement he felt when he thought he was beginning to figure you out. The endless hours he spent in his office pouring over books attempting to see if they gave any inclination about what could be the problem. He found it gripping.

- You had submitted yourself to him as a patient, and he agreed to take you on, but once he started interviewing you, it's like you choose to drawback. Afraid of him. He tried to show you he meant you no harm, physically or mentally and he believed you were starting to come around but the process was slow.

- However, Laszlo's thrill of the hunt could come to an end quicker than he expected one sorry afternoon. He had invited you out to the opera for the evening, knowing John would not want to attend for the third time this month, plus he believed it might have had a good impact on you. Seeing him outside of a professional setting might make you feel more open to him. He knew you originally came from an upper-class position in life and would appreciate the opera as much as him.

- You were hesitant to attend but after some persuasion, you appeared at the hall on Laszlo's arm. He guided you into his box and initiated you in a polite conversation until the Opera started. He was right in understanding you would enjoy it. While you were focused on the stage before you, often his eyes sneaked over to yours, observing how happy you finally seemed to be able to watch it. He found himself overcome with happiness for finally figuring out a way to make you happy.

- Happiness was short-lived, however. During the intermission Laszlo took you out of the box to fetch some drinks and intermingle with the crowd and that was where everything kicked off.

- "Y/n! Oh my darling, I've missed you so much. Where have you been? You must have been cohorst into running away like that. Never mind darling, mothers, here now to take you home"

- Your face turned pale as the shrill voice called out to you, dread filling your soul. Instantly you let go of Laszlo's arm in an attempt to hurry through the crowds to get away but a harsh grip takes hold of your wrist, roughly pulling you back.

- "Darling, where are you going?"

- "Get off me!" you instantly shouted attempting to tug your arm away from her but for an old lady, her grasp held tight. Laszlo was instantly beside you though, confused, but glared at the woman as he noticed the harsh grip she had on you. "Madam, let go of her arm"

- The woman's ice-cold eyes finally grace onto Laszlo's and they narrow at him. "Who are you? Were you the one who took my child away from me!? I'm friends with the commissioner you know, I could have you thrown away for less"

- "You have no possession over your adult child, if she chooses to leave you that is of her own free will and you will not have any other choice but to accept" Laszlo seethed "Now let go of her"

- "She belongs to me!" the woman roared and the Laszlo observed the way you flinched at the sound and it was as if a switch in his mind was flicked. Finally, the last place in the puzzle he was playing had fitted in to reveal the whole picture. The piece he had been missing. The mother. In just a matter of moments, Laszlo could see how manipulative the woman was, trying to twist everything into showing her within a good light, from the way she held you and the way you flinched it was apparent abuse, much like his own father, took place within the household. Anger flooded over him for what the mother had put you through, for all the people around you who we're pretending to ignore this escapade, for not realising sooner what the problem was.

- "Laszlo, is there currently a problem?" Laszlo spun around and saw Commissioner Theodore standing behind him having noticed the fiasco happening. Briefly glancing at the mother she seems to make no remark at him being here and Laszlo deducts she had been lying through her teeth about knowing the commissioner.

- "Yes, rather Commissioner, this lady here claims to know you, and is attempting to abduct this woman here" Laszlo didn't try to hide the smile that appeared on his lips as the woman's mouth opened in shock, realising she had been caught lying.

- "I know no such woman" Theodore resorts, cautiously looking at the woman. "You'll pay for this" the woman turns to hiss to you and glares at Laszlo before storming off to try and regain even an ounce of dignity that she had left.

- Shakingly Laszlo took your arm within his again and lead you out of the Opera, knowing you wouldn't want to stay longer. He enters the calash with you, intending to take you home but within the calash, you finally break down and tell Laszlo all about the problems your mother had caused you, all she had made you feel and how worried you were about what Laszlo would have thought which was why you had never told him, and in return, Laszlo admitted to you his own dark past with his mother, and together within the privacy of the calash, both of your secrets were shown and no longer was an author of mystery surrounding the two of you.

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