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ijwrsmff · 2 years

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Could you maybe do a yandere Luffy x reader? 👉👈 maybe he finally blows up at Sanji for constantly flirting with them? Or one of the marines threatens to kidnap them and he snaps? Or maybe they’re already kidnapped? I just wanna see Luffy beat someone up in the name of their love 🥺

Here you gooooo! It’s longer than I meant for it to be XD. About 1,500 words. I went with the “marines kidnapping reader” Because that’s the one my brain created first. I will warn, there is brief torture, and brief depictions of Luffy killing people. Not described, only referenced. Oh and lots of swearing.

So...

TW; Brief mentions of torture, tw; swearing, tw; death

Damn it…damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!

How could you let this happen?

You were fighting the marines as you usually did, this time to protect a village. You had stopped with your crew on a smaller island, one that wasn’t even picked up by the log pose.

After doing some investigation, you found out the marines had destroyed and hurt many of the towns and villas on the island. With Nami’s history, and Luffy’s righteous nature, it wasn’t a surprise to any of you Luffy initiated war with these marines.

The fight had encompassed a whole town (which wasn’t that big to begin with), and was supposed to be easy. And to be fair…it was.

At least…that’s what you thought.

You had defeated your fair share, and took a second to breathe. That was your first mistake.

Before you could process what was happening, you’d be cuffed with sea-stone cuffs, and a hand was placed over your mouth. The grip on you was tight…and with the power of the sea-stones, you felt more than a little weak.

The last thing you saw before passing out was Luffy fighting some bigger enemies in the distance.

‘Luffy…help me…’ You thought as you lost consciousness.

When you awoke, you were in a cage, sea-stone handcuffs still tightly secured around your wrists.

You took in your surroundings, and there really…wasn’t much to see.

A small cage, but big enough to comfortably move around, and a large door. Other than that? Absolutely nothing. Not even a window to look out of to see where you were.

You heard the sounds of arguing outside of that door, but couldn’t pick up on any of the words. It wasn’t long then until someone walked in. A marine. Typical…

He sneered at you, and mumbled “Fucking pirate…”

“Actually I’m not doing that now, but maybe later.” You sassed. It was just in your nature.

His look only turned colder, and he opened the cage door.

You jumped up, but quickly sank back down. Damn cuffs…

He didn’t say another word before you felt a harsh slap to your face, causing your look to grow just as dark as his was…if not more.

“IF IT WASN’T FOR YOUR CREW WE WOULD HAVE HAD THAT WHOLE ISLAND UNDER OUR THUMB! DO YOU KNOW HOW FAR BACK YOU PUSHED OUR PLANS?” He kicked your chest, knocking you back, causing you to land awkwardly on your hands and wrists.

You huffed, “Not wasting any time here, are you?” You tried to sit up but he pressed his foot to your abdomen, keeping you down.

He smirked and it caused a wave of disgust to wash over you. “Oh don’t worry. We have all the time in the world. You’ll be our prisoner…until the day you die. Which will be a lot sooner than you might think.” He spat towards your face, only causing you to feel even more disgust for this marine.

“You really…really don’t know who my captain is, do you?” You matched his smirk, which earned you a swift kick to the side.

The smirk never left your face, knowing the worst state you were in, the worse it would be for these marines. If they were the type to kidnap someone, and torture them on top of that? They deserved what was coming to them.

Not to mention the poor state they left the island in. None of those people deserved it, everyone you met in your brief time on the island…they were so catering to you and your crew. Marines…you despised them for what they’d done. Not just to that island, but your own as well.

The torture…it only continued from there. You blocked most of it out, taking a stance of neutrality. You’d been through worse. Keeping a blank face, and never making a noise of pain no matter how much your body demanded you to.

Who knows how much time passed. After the marine you were with left, another simply came in to do the exact same thing.

Finally, after what felt like days…you were left alone. Bloody, curled over at the stomach, and bleeding from who knows how many places. God…you felt like one giant bruise.

You felt the need to cry out, but ignored it. You could tell you were on a ship…the slight swaying from time to time indicated that. After how long you’d been on the Sunny, you knew what it felt like to be on a boat.

Maybe…maybe the marines were right. What if your crew never found you…what if…

A loud cry from a man alerted you.

Heh…he was here. You just knew it.

“MEN! STAND YOUR GROUN-AH!” A loud thud against the floor told you everything you needed to know.

Then…he busted through the door. Your Luffy.

If you were anyone else, that dark look on his face would have scared you silly. But you knew no matter how dark that face was, he would never…EVER hurt you. Though you couldn’t say the same about the marines.

“L-Luffy!” You smiled up at him.

He knelt down, and unlocked the cage. How did he find the keys so quickly?

It didn’t matter. You were saved.

He took the cuffs off next, and his look somehow turned even darker when he fully took in your condition.

He growled, and took off his hat, placing it carefully on your head.

“CHOPPER! THEY’RE IN HERE!” He called.

He put a finger under your chin, and placed a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be back.”

The tone was cold, and you almost flinched at it. He saw this and he put his mouth next to your ear, whispering in only words for you to hear “I’m going to make them pay.”

At that point Chopper rushed in, and quickly began dressing your wounds. He had a large medical kit with him, apparently they had been anticipating your horrible condition.

Some time passed, and Chopper didn’t say a word. His look was full of concern for you and a little bit of…fear.

“Chopper…what’s wrong?” He looked at you briefly before looking back to your wounds.

“He…he gave us an order.” He gulped. “I…it doesn’t sound very Luffy-like.”

You tilted your head before wincing at the prodding of Chopper at your wounds. “S-sorry! I know…it must hurt.” Your concerned doctor sounded quiet. Almost…shy.

“What…what was the order?”

“Kill them all.”

Your eyes widened. Luffy never killed any of your enemies…unless they gave him a very…very good reason to. But he avoided it whenever possible.

The cries of the marines had a whole different meaning now. They were literally fighting for their lives. And you knew as well as Chopper and the rest of your crew…none of those marines stood a chance.

Now with each passing wail from a marine, you flinched. They were…really killing everyone. You thought they deserved it…but do they really deserve to die because they kidnapped you? Beat you up a little?

When the door opened you looked up in fear. It was Luffy.

Chopper had long since been done addressing your wounds, and it looked as if Luffy had some of his own wounds now as well.

He walked over to you silently, and you could see blood…so much blood…

“Luffy! Are you okay?” Your fear of him was overwhelmed by concern for your lover. He could take a beating, but it didn’t stop you from being worried for him.

He gave you his signature Luffy smile…that looked very sinister in this exact moment.

“It’s okay. None of it’s my blood.” He walked over to you, and tried to help you up, but your legs couldn't carry any of your weight and you fell into him.

He frowned, “Y/n…” He effortlessly picked you up, and you headed out of your cell.

The sight that awaited you…was something out of a horror movie. It almost made you gag to think that your crew could harm people in such ways.

Luffy looked down at you, and gave another small smile, “Don’t worry. None of them got away!”

“But Luffy…why did you have to KILL them all…?”

He leaped over the side onto the waiting Sunny, and slowly walked to his room, not answering your question just yet.

Setting you on your shared bed, he took his hat back and patted your head.

“Because…you’re MY Y/n.” His look turned dark, “Anyone who hurts you doesn’t deserve to live on the same planet as you. They got what was coming to them.”

Before you could register the dark look, it was back to the same careless smile he always had.

For a moment…it was comforting. But the memory of those marine’s corpses was too much to take. You rolled over in the bed and closed your eyes.

Luffy whined, “Aw…do we have to sleep now?” He hummed in thought, “You must be really tired.” And you felt his weight next to you, every inch of your bodies touching.

You knew in that moment…he really would never let you go.

#luffy x reader #gn reader #yandere!luffy x reader #yandere! Luffy x reader #yandere x reader #x reader #one piece x reader #yandere one piece x reader #tw; torture #tw; death #tw; violence #tw; swearing #monkey d luffy x reader

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glacierclear · 1 year

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Okay, so I need a whole fucking rant about Leon's trauma from you, just straight up ted-talk, please, I'm begging you, just any though about this topic that's rattling in your brain

oh good lord, anon. im taking deep breathes but why would you ask me this why would y-

im putting this under a cut because other wise it'd be annoying

need everyone to keep in mind that im still in the baby beginning stages of my resident evil obsession so finer details pertaining to lore and stuff i will not be aware of !!!!! a lot of this is probably headcannoning anyways...

leon's entire character makes me so sad but so stupidly passionate. this young, bright-eyed boy who just wanted to help people. being forced into an unending nightmare. the actor in re2r did such a good job portraying his earnest flavor of justice.

the fact that you can tell he thoroughly believes everything is his fault and even if you told him none of it was his fault he would probably just cry and pretend to accept what you're saying but none of it would reach his heart. and he's not even half-assing anything. he wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't do everything in his power to save people, to do his job, and even then, he can't forgive himself when he does...

that scene in re2r where he first meets marvin and is like "there was another cop...i tried to save him...i tried..." and you can see his lips quiver and he has to bite them to keep himself from collapsing in on himself. it KILLS ME.

and even after that nightmare he was forced into being DSO's little attack dog for the rest of his life. he probably thinks that's what he deserves. he doesn't deserve to have a proper chance at life anymore after screwing up raccoon city so bad. and he probably doesn't have anyone he can really confide in...not truly.

any relationship he manages to have outside of work is probably so loveless. i feel like he is undeniably attracted to partners who don't value him. it validates the part of him that thinks he's the reason all those people died.

maybe he intentionally lets himself get hurt on missions. he drinks until he can't stay awake, until he barfs it all up and then he drinks some more. because otherwise his brain won't stop reliving the past. he probably knows he's sexy. that he's objectively handsome. but he's utterly convinced that if anyone knew him. like actually knew him. they'd be horrified and run away. and he knows he doesn't deserve a good life partner. not really. not truly. he wouldn't be able to make them happy.......

that being said he probably loves animals so much. especially dogs. unconditional love that he can very clearly see, reciprocate, and receive. it's uncomplicated.

it's rare he gets through the night without waking up. either by nightmares or panic attacks or some form of "i feel like im gonna be killed" . he probably trains for hours and hours a week. he has to get better he has to BE better. he has to do it for the people who live and who died. he carries all that on his shoulders. and considering how many times he's been infected with bullshit viruses and parasites over the years he's probably convinced he's JUST LIKE the monsters he kills and that maybe, at any moment, he could hurt those in his life.

and to top it all off. for everything he has to go through and everything he has to fight and everything he has to kill for. he has to do all of that with fucking hair in his eyes because he refuses to get a different haircut.

#leon kennedy #rambles im sorry #tw; death #tw; self-harm #tw; lots of stuff #sobbing

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1strecomdejablue · 1 year

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Deja Blue - Navi; Colonel Miles Quaritch - Avatar: The Way of Water

#tw; death #tw; injury #tw; blood #miles quaritch #spider socorro #colonel miles quaritch #avatar the way of water spoilers #james cameron's avatar #navi!miles

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sixpennydame · 11 months

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The Better Man, Chapter 7

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Content/Warning: Explicit sexual conduct, NSFW, MDNI, descriptions of death, depression, vaginal sex, creampie, choking

A/N: A huge thanks to @mrsackermannx who supported me with some of the more intimate scenes. Only one more chapter to go...

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Levi was gone.

But why he was taken by the Survey Corps, you do not know. When you feel stable enough to get up, you run over to the men who guard the stairs, hoping to get some information out of them.

“Tch, how are we supposed to know where they took them? But that short one sure was mad when they knocked you out,” snickered a curly haired man, a rifle slung over his shoulder.

“Please, just let me through, I need to catch up with them,” you plead, but the surly men just laugh.

You knew you were getting nowhere with the guards, so you went back to the apartment to get dressed and make a plan. Several of Levi’s gang are already there, pacing the floor and visibly on edge, all of them feeling as lost as you are.

“I need you all to get out there and find out what happened today. Find out who took Levi, Farlan, and Isabelle and why.” The young men know who you are and what you mean to Levi, so they follow your orders without delay. After they leave, you go to a corner of your bedroom, lift up a loose floorboard, and take out a dusty metal container. Inside is all the money you and Levi had saved in an effort to make it above ground. It probably wasn’t even enough to buy your entrance, but at this point you were desperate. You fold the bills and put them in a money belt around your waist. You know that the longer you linger here, the further away Levi will be and any trace of his whereabouts.

At that moment, there’s a loud noise at the door. Before you even have time to answer it, two large men barge in and grab you. As you’re kicking and screaming, they put a muslin bag over your head, tie your wrists and ankles together, and drag you outside. You scream for help, hoping that someone - anyone - will respond and come to your aid. But no one does.

What could these men want? They haven’t searched you, so your money is still safely stashed in your belt, nor have they tried to beat or rape you. Could they be some kind of secret MP’s, given the task of arresting you as well?

This becomes more of a possibility as you hear them talking to the same guards you’d questioned earlier at the stairs’s entrance. The bigger one has you slung over his shoulder, but you can now feel that you’re going up stairs. Are you being taken above ground? Maybe you’ll be reunited with Levi after all.

It feels like the stairs are never ending - you can even feel your ears pop as you move higher and higher. Suddenly, there’s a light shining through the bag over your head - a different kind of brightness and a heat you’ve never felt before. Even with your head covered, you have to close your eyes.

“What are you doing with me? I’ve done nothing wrong!” you scream out.

The man holding you throws you into the back of a wagon but says nothing. You have no idea where they’re taking you and they only stop to let you relieve yourself. It feels like hour upon hour passes, but really you have no idea how much time has gone by. At some point, you fall asleep out of pure exhaustion and only wake up when the wagon comes to a harsh stop.

One of the men pulls you out of the wagon by your legs and you start kicking, but they easily overpower you. When they yank the bag off of your head, you stop resisting.

It’s so bright. You’re now keenly aware of the sounds around you: wagons and horses, people bustling by and talking to each other. When your eyes adjust, you begin to see images that go with the sounds. You’re above ground. It’s all overwhelming.

“Where am I?”

The men laugh. “You’re right outside Stohess District, within Wall Rose. You’ve just won the lottery, missy,” one of them says.

“W-what do you mean? I’m not being arrested?”

“Quite the opposite. You’re now a citizen of Wall Rose.” The other man throws a small leather satchel at you. Inside are your wall citizenship papers and other forged documents.

“What am I supposed to do now?” you ask the men as they get back on the wagon.

“That’s not our problem.”

You’re confused, but you know this has to have something to do with Levi, so you prod further. “Where is Levi? Where did the Survey Corps take him?”

“He’s dead,” one of them dryly replies as he flicks the reins and they drive away.

You’re left in the dust of their departing wagon, dirty and hungry, your mind swirling with thoughts and questions. You’re not sure of where to go or what to do from here, but one thing is certain:

Levi is gone and you are alone.

—-

A large clap of thunder startles you and you drop the bowl you were carrying, shattering it into several pieces. A nasty storm raged through Trost late last night, and can still be heard, even in the distance.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Meyer,” you say as you pick up the pieces of the earthenware bowl, “thunder has always scared me, ever since I was a child. I’ll buy you another bowl.”

“Think nothing of it, dear,” Mr. Meyer kindly replies. “It was old anyway. And you must be eager for Lars to return.”

“Yes, it should be any day now.” It’s been a little over two weeks since the Corps embarked on their expedition and if everything went as planned, you expected their return either today or tomorrow. But you’d learned not to get your hopes up - anything could happen out there.

You couldn’t help but feel especially eager this time around. In just a few more days, Lars will resign from the Survey Corps and you can continue the next part of your marriage together. You’ll start a family, buy some land, and who knows - maybe you could even have your own bakery. Anything seemed possible now.

You daydream about being pregnant with Lars’ child and being a mother, which makes you nervous. You never knew your own mother - would you even be a good parent? You decide that love is the most important thing, and the child will certainly have more than enough of that from you and Lars. And you’ll be damned if your baby comes into an unloving, broken family.

But for the briefest of moments, you think back to memories of wanting Levi’s child. How there were times you would secretly hope you’d get pregnant, even though Levi was always so careful. He’d deny it, but you knew he’d make such a wonderful father - a little overprotective, perhaps, but loving and doting..”

You will yourself to stop these thoughts. Levi is in the past, you repeat to yourself again and again.

Lars is your present, your future.

As the late afternoon sun shines through the bakery windows, you hear the shuffling of people and voices outside. It’s a familiar kind of energy - the Survey Corps must be returning.

Mr. Meyers gives you a knowing glance and a nod, then you leave the bakery and take the all-too-familiar route to the town square, just as you’ve done for every other expedition. Lars will probably be helping unload injured or getting his own scrapes attended to. You work your way through the crowd, looking for any sign of Lars or his squad.

When you finally find Petra, Oluo, and Eld, you head straight to them. “Where’s Lars? Is he inside the hospital? How many stitches is it this time?”

Your smile disappears when you finally look at Petra. She has tears in her eyes. “Lars is..”

You start moving backwards, shaking your head.

No.

“Where is he?” Your voice cracks.

Eld moves toward you and puts a hand on your shoulder. “His body was taken inside to be cleaned..”

You wince when he says “body” and pull his hand off of you. It’s not true, it’s not true, you say to yourself as you walk into the hospital and ascend each step.

Then you see Gunther and Levi, placing a covered body on a stretcher, their eyes cast downward. Your stomach drops.

You walk tentatively forward. When the two men see you, they step back, allowing you to stand next to the stretcher. “No…” your voice is barely a whisper.

You look at them, your eyes pleading to them to say it’s someone else - anyone else. But they can’t even look at you.

So you move toward the body and pull down the cover. Then it’s like all the breath has been knocked out of you.

There, under the cover, is Lars. His eyes are closed, peaceful, but you can’t look for more than a second before you start to feel dizzy and confused, as if everything is spinning. You stretch your hand out to brace yourself against the wall.

Is someone saying your name? It sounds far away. You look at Levi - his mouth is moving. What is he saying?

“What happened,” you somehow manage to ask.

“There was a titan attack. An abnormal came out of the trees and my ODM gear wouldn’t work. He-,” Levi pauses for a moment, “he gave his life to save me.”

“Save you?” you repeat the words but it’s as if you can’t fully process anything you’re hearing. You feel completely numb. “Idiot..I told him to look after himself first. To keep himself alive so we..” you can’t even finish your sentence; the numbness is replaced with a deep sadness rising up from the pit of your stomach.

A nurse comes into the corridor. “Excuse me, but we need to clean the body before it’s given to the family.”

Before she even has time to move the stretcher, you grab her hand. “I’m his wife - I’ll clean his body.”

“I’m sorry, but that’s against hospital regulation,” she tries to move her hand, but you’ve grabbed it hard.

“I don’t give a shit about regulations. Noone is gonna lay a hand on him.” Your voice is resolute.

Levi steps between you and the nurse. “I’ll deal with any administration that has a problem with what she wants to do. Just give her the room with him.” He looks at you, placing a gentle hand on top of yours. “Y/n, let go of the nurse.”

You release the nurse’s hand and she steps back. “Just..follow me,” she says, shaking her head and leading you all to a small room at the end of the hall.

Lars' body is brought into the room and laid on a cold, metal table. The nurse prepares the cleaning materials, then everyone leaves except Levi. You can feel him behind you.

“Get out..” you weakly command.

Levi says your name and reaches out to you.

“Get out!” Your body bristles and your pain explodes into those two words.

Then silence. What can Levi even say at this moment? He feels completely helpless. “I’ll be outside,” is all he can muster before he walks out and closes the door.

The afternoon sun is shining through the room, giving it a golden glow. A slight medicinal smell fills the air and it stings your nose, but other than that, you don’t feel anything. In a daze, you walk over to Lars and uncover his body.

Death is a common sight in The Underground. It’s a shadow that follows everyone. If you didn’t die of malnutrition or lack of sunlight, you’d probably be killed by some other desperate soul just trying to survive. Rotting, decomposing bodies in the streets, abandoned and forgotten - by the time you were an adult, the sight barely phased you.

But now, looking at your husband’s body, you feel queasy and faint. Bile rises up into your throat, and you have to swallow hard to keep it down. His body - it’s difficult for you to imagine him now as just a body - is bloody and dirty, and his right leg is missing from just above the knee. His skin is cold and stiff, and when you start taking off his uniform, more cuts and bruises are revealed. Numbness once again washes over you, a defense mechanism from enduring years of loss and pain. But you’ve never experienced a loss like this.

There’s a basin of hot, soapy water next to the table so you take a sponge and begin washing his face and hair. As you continue down his body, tears begin to form in your eyes, the reality of your lover’s death sinking in more and more. But you blink them away - you’re not ready to mourn yet.

When you finish, you cover him with a cotton sheet and it looks as if he’s only sleeping, but there's a smell in the air that reminds you otherwise. As you gently dry his hair with a towel, memories you had pushed aside for the moment suddenly come flooding back. You’d spent almost four years with this man and just like that, he’s gone.

And that’s when the tears start falling down your cheeks. You take a deep breath and just start crying, your whole body convulsing with sorrow. It’s a physical pain that radiates from your heart and travels through your nerves. You drape your body over his covered torso, pleading for your lover to come back to you.

Levi sits in front of the door through the rest of the night; a silent sentinel as he listens to your muffled cries.

You awaken early the next morning to Levi gently shaking your shoulder. “Wake up. Lars’ mother and father are here.”

You rub your swollen, bloodshot eyes. When did you finally fall asleep last night? Your head feels groggy, as if you’re in some state between sleeping and waking, but when Lars’ parents enter the room, you are jolted awake.

Lars’ mother clasps her hand over her mouth. “No..my boy..my sweet Lars..” she walks over to the table on which his body still lies. “No, no, no..” she wails.

His father takes his time walking over, but neither of them acknowledge your presence. He puts his hand on his wife’s shoulder as she weeps over Lars’ body.

“We should get him to a mortician as soon as possible so we can take his body home,” he finally remarks.

“Yes..let me just go back home and change my clothes, and then I can meet you both later to depart for Ehrmich,” you weakly reply to him as you stand up to walk towards the door.

“You’ll do no such thing.” Lars’ mother shoots her head toward you. “As far as we are concerned, we have no more connection to you. We’ll handle Lars’ burial.”

You stand there in absolute shock at her words. “What do you mean? I’m his wife.”

“And we never wanted that for him. I mean, who even are you? You have no family, no history. We know absolutely nothing about you.”

She moves closer to you, her face contorted with grief. “Do you want to know why Lars never brought you to our home to visit? It’s because he knew that we disapproved of this marriage from the start. He was too good for you!” She looks around the room. “He was too good for any of this!”

“That’s enough, dear.” Lars’ father finally interjects, the pain and sorrow visible on his face. “I’m sorry, but it would be better if you’d let us handle things from now on.”

Some hospital staff arrive to help move Lar’s body out of the hospital. As his parents depart, the father stops as if he wants to say something to you, but shakes his head and moves on.

You stand in the now-empty room in complete shock. A voice inside you is screaming for you to fight back, to insist that you accompany Lars and his family back to his hometown.

But you don’t because there’s another voice telling you that they’re right. You were never good enough for Lars, you’ve known that from the very beginning. For the last few years, you thought you were more, that you were worth something. Lars had made you feel that way. But you’ve always been just some trash from The Underground with no family and no future.

Levi had stepped out of the room when the parents arrived, in order for you all to have privacy, but he was confused when you didn’t leave with them. When he looks in the room he sees you standing there in a daze.

“Hey, you alright?” He says, eyes full of concern.

“I’m tired..”

“Why aren’t you going with Lars’ parents?”

“They don’t want me. I’m going home.”

He’s taken aback by those words. “I’ll go with you.”

“No, please I -“ you swallow hard. Your throat is so dry from crying. “I want to be alone,”

He watches as you walk away, wanting so badly to stop you, hold you close, and let you cry in his arms. But his own sadness and guilt stop him. Why did Lars do something so stupid? Why was he so reckless when helping others? You were finally in a place where Levi knew you would be safe and cared for, with a good man; now, that’s all gone.

Lars was the better man for you. He should be the one laying on that cold metal table; nobody would mourn him if he was gone.

Maybe she would, Levi thought to himself, as he looked out the window and saw you walk away.

You don’t really know how you get home, but somehow your body places one foot in front of the other and you walk out of the hospital and down the street.

You feel completely empty - void of my feelings, tears, energy. Lars’ woolen military coat is hanging on a chair. You’d told him to bring it on the expedition, but he’d said it wasn’t cold enough yet. You grab the coat, hold it close, and fall onto the bed. It still smells like him - a mix of pine trees and sunshine - and you realize you’ll never smell that again, never feel his arms around you again.

Your chest tightens and it’s suddenly hard to breathe. You gasp for air but it feels like it’s not enough to fill your lungs, as if all the air has been sucked out of the room. A few years ago, you’d almost drowned when you tried to swim with Lars in a lake outside Jinae. Your lungs ached for air and panic had set in until Lars was able to pull you up just in time. This feels exactly the same.

Except Lars isn’t here to save you this time.

You close your eyes, hoping you’ll fall asleep and never wake up.

——

A week passes, and Levi is making his way to Trost. He volunteered to pick up supplies needed for Headquarters, which he could have easily assigned to someone lower in rank, but he wanted an excuse to check on you. The entire squad had traveled to Ehrmich District for Lars’ funeral and burial and he had expected to see you there, but you were nowhere to be found. When he asked the others, they hadn’t heard from you.

Lars’ final words to Levi echoed in his mind daily. He had to make sure you were alright.

He first stopped at the bakery, hoping you would be working, but Mr. Meyer said he hadn’t seen or heard from you since you’d left to meet the Survey Corps’ return.

“I went by her home to see if she was ok, but no one had answered. I just assumed she’d stayed in Ehrmich with Lars’ family.”

Now Levi was worried. His stomach was in knots as he rode to your house and just as it was with Mr. Meyer, there’s no answer when he knocks. The door is locked, but Levi had learned how to pick a lock in his younger days, and he makes quick work of getting it open.

It’s dark when Levi enters, and the air is stale and heavy. There’s a half eaten loaf of bread on the table and he notices a dying fire in the hearth, the only sign that you must still be here.

It’s when he enters the bedroom that he sees your body curled up on the bed, a wool blanket wrapped tightly around you.

He sits on the bed and moves your hair off your face; when he says your name, your head turns toward him.

“Levi? What are you doing here?”

“Nobody has seen or heard from you. Have you even been outside lately?”

“I don’t know…what day is it?”

Levi looks around the unkempt room. “This place looks like shit,” he turns back to you, “and you look even worse.”

You tighten the blanket around you. “Please Levi..just leave me alone. I want to sleep.”

“From the looks of it, that’s all you’ve been doing.” Levi opens the curtains of the front window and starts cleaning up the place. There’s clothes strewn about everywhere and as he starts folding them and putting them away, he notices Lars’ wool jacket next to you. He puts it on a hanger.

“I heated up some water. You need a bath.” You look so weak, and so Levi sits on the bed and lifts you into his arms. “Come on, let’s get you in the tub.”

He carries you to the washroom, your arms wrapped around his neck and your head leaning on his shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d come to see me.”

He clicks his tongue. “Don’t be stupid.” When he gets to the bathtub he puts you down and his expression softens. “I should have come sooner.”

You lift your arms and he helps you take off your sleeping gown. He thought you felt light when he carried you, but looking at your naked body, he can tell you haven’t been eating much, if at all. You hold his hand as you slowly step into the tub and sink into the water.

You’re not sure why your body aches the way that it does, but the warmth of the water instantly makes you feel more alive. Levi sits next to the tub, wets a washcloth, and begins to wash your hair and weary body.

Levi handles you as if you are the most precious thing, capable of breaking at a moment’s notice. His hands are gentle as he moves the washcloth over your arms and legs.

A sigh escapes him as he looks at your emaciated state. “Y/n, what are you doing? You’re only hurting yourself by not eating.”

“Maybe that’s the plan.”

“Hey,” he grabs your chin and turns you to look at him, “don’t say shit like that.”

Your mouth turns downward. “Why do you care? You gave away that right a long time ago.”

He lets go of you, sadness and guilt shrouded in his eyes. “You know I’ve never stopped caring about you.”

“Right. You cared so much that you left.”

“I got you above ground. I..thought what I did was the right thing.”

“It wasn’t,” you say bluntly. “Can’t you see? You broke my heart into a thousand pieces. And just when I was putting them together again, this-”

You run your fingers through your wet hair, a knot of despair growing larger inside you. “There’s never a goodbye. Just the men I love, torn from me. I’m tired of being left behind.”

Levi sits there silently, his heart aching for you. He yearns to take away all your hurt and pain, but he knows that he’s the root of so much of your sadness.

“It’s like I’m underground all over again. Any ray of light I touch…disappears. Why can I not keep anyone in my life?”

“I’m here. I’m in your life,” Levi retorts, but he knows it’s a weak defense.

“By chance, not by choice. If it wasn’t for Lars, if he hadn’t joined the Corps and your squad, I would still think you were dead.”

You’re right, he can’t deny it. He’d done it all so you’d have a chance at a new, better life, but had hurt you deeply in the process. “I…made the wrong choice. I’m sorry.”

You put your head in your hands, hopeless. “It’s too late for apologies.” You suddenly stand and step out of the tub, but Levi immediately reaches out to you. You try to get out his grip, but it only makes him hold on to you tighter.

“I’m all alone now.”

Levi sighs. “You’re not alone.”

“Oh yeah? Where were you when I was left to fend for myself in Stohess? When I had to sleep in alleyways and under bridges because I had nowhere to go? When I was knocked out and robbed of all the money you and I had saved?” You push his chest with each question. “Where were you when I searched every jail and prison in Wall Rose for any sign that you were alive?”

Levi grabs your shoulders and looks intently into your eyes. The same sad eyes of a little girl who’d been beaten and exploited by her father, with the same look you gave him when he rescued you from that brothel so long ago. When he was a boy he’d vowed to protect you, and now he knows he hadn’t lived up to that promise.

“STOP. I’m here now. And I’m not leaving you, ever again.”

There’s silence except for your deep breaths. Without realizing it, he’s pulled you close; so close that your bodies are almost touching.

“You are?”

He’s forever tethered to you, he knows that now. He will never stop loving you, will never stop fighting for you.

“..yes..” his voice is a whisper as he moves ever closer. He loosens his grip and you look at him with lidded eyes. There’s sadness there, but something else too. His eyes rove over your naked body and he dares to move his hands lower until they rest on the small of your waist.

He hasn’t touched you in years, but it’s so familiar, your body instantly reacts to it. Without thinking, your hand cups his cheek. This yearning, this love, you can’t escape it; it’s left a deep scar that will never go away. You’d once thought of Levi’s love as a shadow, deep and cool; but his love is a fire, its heat consumes you until nothing is left but ashes and dust.

And so you throw yourself into the flames.

Neither of you knows who moved first, but your lips crash together with a bold desire that can only be known between former lovers. You want him, you want him inside you, to fill this emptiness in your heart. You tug at his shirt while he pulls off his boots and undoes his pants, both of you desperate to feel something - anything - other than this deep pain and longing the two of you share. He grabs your breasts hard as you bite and kiss down his neck, and he takes in a breath when he feels your teeth. He grabs the hair at the nape of your neck and forces you to look at him; the look in your eyes is wild and untethered and he grows hard with desire. He lifts you up and presses you against the tiled wall.

Your legs wrap around him as his cock enters you, so forcefully that it takes your breath away. But you welcome the pain and Levi thrusts even harder, his lips all over you.

“I’m here. I’m right here…feel me? Can you feel me right here?”

“Y-yes..” you moan. “Levi…I need you,” you plead. “Harder…”

He grunts as he pounds into you. “I tried to stay away from you. I wanted you to be happy without me. But I can’t.” He moans. “I can’t.”

Your hand grips his hair and you close your eyes, losing yourself to the pleasure of Levi fucking you. You’d never forgotten this feeling, even though you hadn’t touched each other for so long.

He lifts you up a little higher then walks you over to the bed. Although he throws you down and is on top of you in an instant, you quickly turn the tables and push him down. You straddle him and begin to rub your swollen pussy over his cock, but when he can’t take it anymore he grabs your hips and pushes himself inside you. The act warrants a loud moan from both of you, then you’re riding his cock, his fingers digging into your hips as you move them up and down. You sit up and put your hands on his chest; as if you were made for him, your walls stretch around his girth. It all feels like you’re moving on pure instinct; your logical mind shuts off as you give in to your primal desires.

But then it suddenly hits you - you’re fucking Levi on your bed; the same bed that you and Lars shared. Emotions overwhelm you as you think about the intimate moments shared with him here. Now, he’s gone and Levi is here; the man who left you alone and abandoned, even when he claims to love you.

Pleasure and pain. Hurt and desire. Love and guilt. Each emotion manifests in every snap of your hips.

The next thing you know, your palm closes over his throat, flattened fingers closing in on the sides of his neck, and his eyes flash. The subtle dominance of your grip is the personification of your hold on him, as you wordlessly demand his every sound and breath in this moment.

Being manhandled like this by you, your act of taking his reigns like he’s not fucking the breath out of you makes his lip curl. The gesture does not go unnoticed by you, so with your eyes locked, you dare a little pressure against his throat just to show him. The thinning of oxygen seems to cut through any numbness he felt, leaving him stripped bare with every single sensation from you running unbridled through his veins.

You feel it, your power over him as all his defenses break down. A moan escapes your mouth as he hits a deeper spot of pleasure, nails sinking into his biceps. “I knew it. You’ve been waiting to get me like this,” you lean closer, “haven’t you?”

You couldn’t stop the words leaving your throat; it felt like if Levi was going to help you through this like he promised, then you needed to twist the knife. Nothing with you and Levi was ever easy.

Your words, mingled with his own guilt, spark a feral anger in him. Enraged, he flips you over, pinning your hands above your head and pushing your legs against your chest as he fucks you hard without mercy or remorse.

He leans in close, his sweat dripping on your chest. “My apologies aren’t good enough, so what do you want me to say? Huh? That it drove me crazy to think of you fucking another man, when I knew you were mine? That this pussy has always been mine. That so many times, I wanted to fuck his scent off of you.”

His grip on your wrists tightens. The sound of his skin slamming into yours reverberates through the room. “But you belong to me. You always have.”

“Y-yes..” you moan. There’s no denying it from either of you any longer. You have always been Levi’s - mind, body, and soul.

When he feels his climax approaching, he doesn’t pull out. He wants to claim you, once and for all, so he comes inside you with one hard thrust.

His cock twitches as it fills you up, but you don’t resist it. Even after his climax, he continues to grind into you until you meet your own orgasm - an intense jolt of pleasure surging through you.

You lie next to each other, sweaty and breathless. You’d laid yourselves bare to each, physically and emotionally - no more lies, no more pretenses. But your body’s pleasure was quickly being replaced with a feeling of guilt. Had you been pretending with Lars all along? No, what you had with him was true. But why does being with Levi feel so right?

Levi pulls you into his arms and you put your head on his chest. You can hear his heart beating, steady and strong. “It’s not wrong, what we did,” he says, as if he can read your mind. “I love you. I’m going to take care of you.”

You answer by wrapping your arm around his waist. He loves you; after everything, he still chooses you. Maybe this is a chance to begin again.

The afternoon passes and neither of you move from each other’s arms. Eventually, Levi rises from the bed.

“I need to get back to Headquarters. They’ll wonder what happened if I don’t return soon.”

You watch him as he walks to the washroom, gathers his clothes, and gets dressed. “Don’t go,” you plead.

He looks at you and his face softens as he ties his ascot. “I have to, but I’ll be back in 3 days. I’m going to have some food sent to you and I want you to eat. No more starving yourself.”

As he walks by the bed you sit up and grab his arm. “Don’t go back, Levi. Quit the Survey Corps. We can leave this place, together. Just us - like it used to be.”

His eyes widen then his face grows serious as he sits next to you. “You know I can’t do that. I made a promise, one that I don’t take lightly.”

Those words feel like metal in your veins. “Lars said the same thing.” Your eyes water. “And what of your promise to me?”

“I don’t intend on breaking either.” His voice is resolute. “We can discuss this more later, but until then I want you to take care of yourself.”

He caresses your cheek and kisses you once more, and then you hear the front door open and close as he returns to his world.

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In three days time, Levi is again riding to Trost. He didn’t make up an excuse this time, but only mentioned that he was going to check on you. No one would question that - Lars was an important part of his squad after all - but he wasn’t sure how you two should move forward in your relationship. It would need to be kept secret for a while, to avert any malicious gossip toward you. Honestly, he didn’t know how this was going to work, but he knows he wants to be with you. Too much time had already been wasted.

He knocks on the door of your house and just like before, there’s no answer; this time, however, the door is unlocked. Everything is clean and in its place, but as Levi walks from room to room, there’s nothing but darkness.

“Can I help you with something?” An older woman calls from the entrance. When Levi turns around, she recognizes him immediately - everyone knows him in Trost. “Ah, Captain Levi. What can I do for you?”

“The woman who lived here, where did she go?”

Her face turns to a scowl. “She disappeared in the night about two days ago. At least she cleaned up and left money for the remainder of her rent.”

Levi’s heartbeat quickened. “And she gave no word of where she was going?”

“No…nothing. Oh, she did leave this on the table.” She reaches into her pocket and takes out a simple gold band. “I wasn’t sure what to do with it.”

The woman hands it over to Levi and he presses it between his fingers, his other hand turning into a fist as the cold reality of it all hits him like a slap to the face:

You’re gone.

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miguel-ohara-wifey · 5 months

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I’ll find you

Chapter 3: Follow you

Cowboy!Miguel O’Hara x fem!Reader

Rating: 18+

Prompt: Your past finds you, so you decide weather you’ll take the fight to them or continue hiding. And Miguel’s there no matter what you choose.

Warnings: violence, death, grief, mention of child death, mention of domestic abuse, misogyny

Word count: 3.1K

Under the gently dying light of the setting sun, you and Miguel both sat on the floor of his garden. Your knees’ planted into the dirt permits your balance. As the pair of you picked away at the tiny buds of garlic that’s begun to grow.

Having already harvested the tomatoes, carrots, and eggs from an hour ago. In a short distance from the small rooster shed. Hearing the few chickens he has cluck through the firm black wood. Miguel went on about when’s the right time to pick for fruits and vegetables. Your family were hunters not gardeners, so it was rather educational.

Once the bucket was a third full, he instructs “That’s enough, I’ll let the rest grow for a few more days…” your gave an affirming nod. You stood up, your vision landing on the bulky chipped fence that divided the area of his garden, chicken shed, and goat shed from the rest of the forest. Built low enough so Miguel himself just about see over, but high enough to stop the average predators from climbing over.

He grabbed the bucket from the ground, a dark brown coated the fabric just around your knees. In all honesty half of the picking was getting lost in chatting. About books, theatre, and math; don’t ask how that conversation devolved. Once only the souls of your shoes were pressed to the earth you inquired.

“What’s next?!” With a brimming smile on your face, he laughs “Nothing. We’re done…” you dreaded those words. You needed a distraction any distraction until your eyelids became boulders pressing you to sleep. You then skipped to the fence, unlocking the door saying “Hey I can hunt! Get our next meal ahead of time-“ Miguel violently fidgets witnessing you try to go beyond the door frame of the fence.

“No! Theres trip wires beyond the house!” You paused and drawback inside the fences perimeters. Until it dawns on you. The fence is wide and tall enough to keep predators out of the garden. And he used the word tripwires not animal traps. Your suspicions quake inside your mind and fell from your mouth “Trip wire for what?…” Miguel crushed his lips for a moment, trying to swallow the undeniable pause of how he’s going to work around this. And he manages to do so almost expertly “it’s dangerous for you cause you don’t know where they are. Just stay inside the fence and you won’t get hurt.” Your brows furrow in mild annoyance at Miguel dismissing your bid for the truth.

But again, he’s given you food, a warm bed, and a safe home. You’re not jumping to complain. But not knowing makes you all the more afraid. If anything you get what you want regardless. Your minds too uneasy about what you should expect from Miguel’s past. Than to be from your own.

~~Middle of that night~~

Neither of you could sleep, you wound up just lounging on the couch beside one another. As the veil of night enveloped the forest, with tiny stars shining down. You were unable to see the constellations with the wooden roof above you and Miguel’s heads. Illumination within the cabin was brought in and sustained by a lone oil lamp. It’s canister half gone, propped in the center of the coffee table beside the couch.

You made your arm a pillar for your head in between your hand and the couch’s left arm rest. As Miguel say with his back to his own arm rest, you smiled inquiring “Want to know something Miguel?” He nods quietly letting you speak.

“You’d make a killing with women if you had the least bit of confidence.” He chuckled halfway through your sentence. He grinned at you when his initial laughter faded. He had to say something back.

“Oh don’t worry I have…” you raised your eyebrow doubtfully, teasing “They the type of women who adore when a man dodges every and all of there personal questions about himself? Hm?” You moved your arm off your head, lifting its weight with your neck once again. Pushing your entire back onto the arm rest, mimicking Miguel’s sitting position. He kittenishly grinned, “Oh definitely. Never had anything long term before actually…” his gently wording reminiscing killed his smile.

“Really?” Now that surprised you, you fully expected Miguel to deflect the question or pretend it never existed. But even to Miguel’s own shock, he indulged you “Not for a lack of trying…just accepted I won’t be one to find my soulmate or true love or what have you…” you glued your lips together tighter in thought, you had so many swirling in your skull. As only one possible response arrived to the surface, and crawled through your mouth towards Miguel. You spoke almost shamefully.

“You don’t believe in true love?” Miguel’s eyes had a gleam now, hatched from the back of his mind by what you had said. Miguel’s a sweet man, you’ve seen every shade of his generosity and patience. But nows the only moment in the near two days straight you’ve spent with him. To now actually know him, the mask of niceties and good will cast aside. You catch an edge of bitterness in his face and tone, weather at himself or others you couldn’t tell. Perhaps both.

“I do. Never stopped believing in it, just stopped believing in me…” you unconsciously adopted a look of pity, a stiff frown with an uneven furrow of your brows. Miguel hadn’t said much, but reading his meaning was enough to infer so much of what he had been through. The bitterness sharpened itself as he shook his head, “I don’t know…haven’t thought about it in years…” you sensed his anger was now directed at you.

Receiving pity from you, the woman whose lost her daughter before her very eyes. Was almost killed by her husband, whose had to abandon everything she knows and everything she has just to keep her life. Yet somehow this vague philosophizing of his was worth such pity? You stopped by turning away your gaze from his, now you both are glancing at the floor.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped.” You meekly confessed, he shook his head. With it the buried anger dissipated entirely out of sight “No it’s okay…” you didn’t quite believe him, and by Miguel’s tone he didn’t believe it himself. But you both dropped it, in turn he changed the subject “And honestly, you have a point, we’re complete strangers still despite everything. So for the sake of fairness, may I ask you a personal question?” A nervousness tunneled itself from your chest down to your gut. Leaving an aching emptiness above your waist. You squirmed in your seat giving an approving nod. He asked away.

“Was your daughter the only real family you had left?” Tears didn’t well in your eyes despite the soul destroying fact of the matter that she was. This is a reality you’ve accepted for years. Mona was all you had, your entire life was her safety and happiness. Now both have been cruelly cut short by that soulless monster you made the mistake of having be her father. You know you failed her before she was ever born.

“Yes.”

Your response slightly unnerved Miguel, it was to the point. A rigid mask of acceptance fell onto your face as he asked. Not a crease or dimple of emotion cut through your expression. Plus the following chill of nothing further to add or explain on your end didn’t help matters.

“I’m going to bed. Good night.” You robotically proclaim with a whisper standing up. Then stiffly making your way up the stairs to your guest room. Not giving even a glance of acknowledgment to Miguel before, after, or during. A shamelessly abrupt end to the conversation from you. For once the personal conversation roles were exchanged between you and Miguel. Miguel sighed a breath heavy with regret and stained with shame. And he soon followed to sleep.

~~An hour later~~

What scared you most as you laid in bed, was you had no more tears left. Not for a lack of capacity but desire to expel them. Despite the unignorable reminder of how Mona’s the last person alive who truly loves you and cared for you. And you to her as her mother. You had felt freed, Thomas was always in the backdrop of every waking moment with Mona. He’d rarely raise his hand or his voice against you.

However the smaller moments of demeaning your self esteem, worth, and mental faculties is how he tore you down piece by piece over the years. How he’d literally wave his hand to push you away whenever you approached him at an inconvenient time. He never once would raise a finger to help you with Mona, and when you dared ask he’d either laugh or question why ask him. How he’s the shadow of your entire life with Mona. It was grueling and made you sick in your gut to realize.

Yet you were finally free of what everyone around you expected of you. Not weighed down by your husband, your neighbors, your “friends”. Nor a precious human life that was entirely dependent upon you. In the cruelest way possible, the universe had given you an out.

Miguel entered your room not even a second as those thoughts swam through your mind. You stood up in the bed and asked “What is it-“ Miguel cut you off, he was bent down slightly in the door frame. To mask his visage among the shadows of the dark room.

“The trip wire’s in front of the house went off. Someone’s on there way here-“ he instructed whispery, his warning was punctuated by a crash of a bullet through the window on the furthest wall of your room. He dashed behind the bed as he pulled you down to the floor. You both used the mattress and bed frame as cover. You both hear a voice as obnoxious as nails on chalkboard.

“COME OUT WE KNOW YOU’RE HERE-“ Miguel and you traded aggressively puzzled expressions. It wasn’t someone Miguel or you knew. Could they just be robbers? Miguel didn’t give you time to find out yourself, he pressed a key into your left palm saying “This is the key to the panic room downstairs, just go to the basement and it’s in the stairway cubby. Go there until I get you-“ you scoffed “What?! What if you need help?” Miguel reassured with a weight of annoyance in his tone “Just go I’ll be fine.”

Gentlemanly, he guided himself from behind cover first, allowing you to follow behind crotched beneath the windows’ view with him. As the man kept on shouting, clearing up your questions from moments ago. “Come out whore! Your husband wants to see you!” Miguel mumbled “They are aware you have a name right?” You playfully snarled “Honestly it’s fifty fifty chance.”

That changed things however, your husband knew where you and Miguel were. And paid more goons to try to drag you back. Or kill you, neither of which is happening tonight. But it complicates matters. By the time Miguel and you crawled to the top of the stairs leading to the basement. He looked you in the eyes and mumbled “Promise me you will stay there until I get you.” You huffed quietly, with a “I promise.” Punctuating your silent disapproval. You do plan to stay regardless of how much the idea upsets you.

Beneath the veneer of blackness enveloping the house, you could see the shine of relief pierce across his face. He didn’t do this to control you or get you out of the way. Or ask you to promise as a means of undermining your intelligence. It’s because he doesn’t want you hurt. You can feel the shaking of his blood underneath Miguel’s tanned skin at the prospect of you getting hurt. Once his lightly calloused yet tender palms covers your own. With a discreet rub of his fingers against your flesh. As if to have his fingers savor the rub of you on him. Like one would savor a sweet, hot tea. He then breaks away to head for the front door.

You then make your way downstairs, after sighing in disappointment at the severing of your skin. Once your feet start pushing down onto the creaky steps when you enter the windowless concrete cellar. You hear the front door rush open and Miguel shouting back at them. His words are an intangible fog of his otherwise deep, warming voice. Then a shot goes off right as your done fumbling the key in the key hole of the panic room door.

You pause, then leave the key in the lodge as you face back upstairs. Miguel out front contending with the armed stooges doesn’t hear you rushing upstairs. You remember where he keeps his hunting rifle, when it’s in your grip. You double check to see if it’s loaded. When you see it is, you snatch a magazine. Then get to a prominent spot in the attic. There’s a couple windows, and you choose the smallest one. Less likely to face retaliation and far less of a chance of dropping the weapon.

Through the somewhat dusty scope you attached to it, you view the scene. Miguel isn’t fighting, he’s putting his hands up. Coming to them trying to convince them you’re not there.

“I’m sure this all a big misunderstanding-“

“MY ASS! We know she’s here! Just give her up she’s just a girl, ya ain’t gotta risk it like this partner….” A flash of terror washed over your face. The possibility of Miguel giving you up hadn’t crossed your mind until now. He’s already killed 3 men for you, now by your counting he’ll have to kill 5 more. Not to mention eating his food and sleeping in his bed. Your husband can bankroll an army until he gets what he wants. That’s usually how he handled things. Even if you dealt with these men, more will come. However Miguel responded in kind.

“Search my entire house until you’re satisfied, whoever you’re looking for isnt here! Honest!” Your heart skipped a beat, the presumption that pity is why he was doing all this for you died behind your eyes. You’d blush, if the burn of rage didn’t flare beneath your skin instead. Upon eating up the sight of these men.

These pieces of shit, with no honor or diginity the minute money is thrown at them. They’ll hunt someone down, kill, and brag about it all for tokens of yellow metal. And conveniently wash there hands of all responsibility cause “it was just a job”. Wearing the uniform of the mercenaries who killed Mona no less. A quiet movie only you can see unfolds before you. All the years they sustained your husbands cruelty. Shooting Unionizing workers, robbing people who couldn’t pay his ridiculous fees, shaking down even the smallest of competitors. Mona is just the latest victim of theres you’ve witnessed.

Your lungs start to heave in rage, your finger finding itself shaking against the trigger. The tiny red dot centering the scope hovered almost perfectly in the middle of one of the men’s skulls. The noise of Miguel’s discussion with the men was eaten away by the resentment flooding your brain. All that was left was some ideas of a plan of to do swimming like bugs. But one thought is clear as you bite it through your gritting teeth, Mona will be there last victim.

A soft click was all it took to push the bullet out of the open window, through the man’s skull. You cocked another bullet in the rifle a half moment before anyone below could react. Giving you the time needed to drill a second bullet through another man’s skull.

Before instinctively ducking below the opening, now seeing splitters flying off from the ceiling. By the shitty returned fire of the goons able to fire back. Miguel curses before the sounds of claws tearing apart flesh can reach where you sat in the attic. With the rifle around your body you rushed down to the front door. Hearing the sounds of fighting grow in volume the closer you are to the front door.

Once you swung it open, you had already reloaded. Taking out one of the mercenaries who unluckily stuck his head above cover the moment he came into your view. Once popping a chunk of his skull from under his skin. You realized Miguel was just finished severing one of there necks in half with his talons.

Then launching himself at the last one standing, before he could even pathetically cry for mercy. Miguel’s fangs are planted through his throat. Having his vocal cords and tip of his lungs ripped from his body. He can’t deny having to swallow back vomit watching the scene. But you won’t complain, they’re dead.

Miguel once bus huffing concludes, your grip on your gun loosens in nervousness of what Miguel will say. His shirts natural res washes out the stains of blood. As there bodies litter the road before his house. He looks at you and asks passively annoyed “What the hell?”

Shame hung off of your sunken face, but not regret or guilt. All you spoke in response was “I had to. And when I’m gone they won’t come to your house anymore. I’m taking the fight to these fucks.” As you attempt to match off. Miguel discreetly stands between you and the horizon of the road away, sighing out an understanding “Alright-“

“If you’re thinking of trying to stop me-“ you defensively bite back

“I never said that.” He quieted you gently, he continued with a sad weight on his face. As Deja Vu pressed out from his mind towards his eye sockets. Displaying a look of defeat beneath his eyebrows, his handsome features often plagued with a disquieted despair.

“I know you’ll go weather I come with or not. So I might as well join. Let’s just grab some supplies and another gun, then we’ll be off.”

Now you have infinitely less of an idea of who this man is now than you ever have. Why do all this for you? Food, bed, protection, killing for you. What made you so special? As much as that curiosity eats away your thoughts. You knew this wasn’t the time, you had a child and an entire life to avenge. Not just your own that’s for certain. You gave a determined nod, with a simple.

“Thank you.” Leaving your grateful smile, and just like that. He curved his own lips up in response.

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shiroi---kumo · 5 months

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( @aquaticsoul ) ->

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"Pikkuveli?"

"I know. They'll go to him if anything happens. I promise."

He remembers the conversation more often than he'd like to. He remembers her far clearer than he thinks he probably should given how much time has passed, but he also supposes it would be impossible to forget the other half of himself.

He still finds himself wishing that comfortable presence would settle at his right side again. He still finds himself distant, longingly looking for her missing half that had by chance and miracle formed distinctly next to his.

The last pieces of her take the shape of an earring and a necklace. And he knows what he needs to do with that earring, that bind, yet he hesitates to even disclose that he has it in his possession.

The right thing to do is the hard thing. The right thing to do is to give it to Pilvi, but the fact that it's one of two pieces left of her Mist makes it exceedingly difficult to part ways with.

Would she deliberate like this if it were him instead?

He ponders it as he finally puts the gem of blue and white back into its place on his ear. His eyes fall back to the necklace that he'd made for her, brilliant aqua hanging from a dark cord.

They did everything together for the longest time. They should both go to Pilvi together and surely that will make this process a bit easier. He tucks the necklace of aqua into the box where the earring of violet rests.

That looks much better.

The box snaps closed and slides back under his pillow. Cid enters before anyone else, likely to check on him for the thousandth time and ask once again if there's anything he can do.

Usually, Sielu always answers by shaking his head.

Not this time. He cuts straight to his point before the blond has time to even ask.

He'd been prepared for this possibility. He extends the paper he'd written on in the best Wonderlandian he could manage.

[ I am fine. Thank you. Could you get Kumo for me? Tell him it is important, before I make a coward of myself? ]

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ He had been on his way to check on his patient when he was met with straight answers. A note handed to him in messy handwriting and a request. A request for Kumo and he's sure somehow that it must be strange for them to call him as such, when he is coming to find quickly Kumo is not his name.

He was right this whole time when he heard Kaze call him Pilvi damn near a year ago. He was right this whole time but he didn't dare call him such a thing when Kumo hasn't given him permission to do so. He just needs to figure out when he's going to approach the subject.

There's a smile and a nod as indigo lifts to look at the Misterican of blue before him. He's finally working with him and he's finally speaking for himself - even if he still doesn't have the voice to do so.

"Oh, I don't know where he is exactly at the moment. Last I knew he was taking a bath, but I'll check to see if he's done for you."

The blond gives the - if this man was one of Kumo's teachers then he has to be older than him by quite a bit but he certainly doesn't look like he is - then again Kumo doesn't look very old either.... still he gives the older man a smile.

"I'll be back in a minute."

The engineer leaves to make his way towards the room that the swordsman has come to call his own and there a knock at the door before he cracks it open to see if he's sleeping perhaps. He seems to sleep so much nowadays and he still hasn't quite figured out why yet -

But he doesn't seem to be here? Perhaps he's still in the bath? He can always knock and just tell him to come when he's done. Sielu said it was important after all and he's not the one who needs to judge what a Misterican decides is important to another. So steps carry him down the halls but for some reason his stomach twists the further he goes.

Something suddenly just has his whole body feeling off and something in the air is tense and is that crying? The closer he gets the louder the sound becomes until he realizes it isn't crying it's Kumo crying. It has him taking off into a dead run until he finds himself in front of the door he was headed to anyway and he pushed the door open without invitation.

"Kumo I'm sorry to barge in you but are you o - "

Indigo fills with the sight of the half dressed man weeping into the arms of the smallest of the Amestrians but Kumo's back - Kumo's back was - what was all over Kumo's back? It looked like the scar -

"K- Kumo your back- What is - "

He can only stare in horror as his friend releases his hold on his other friend to push away from him and now he can see Kumo's chest as he comes to face him and it's ... the scars have spread out. His skin looks like ... like glass. Like he's shattering.

That's not possible.

People don't shatter.

Why does Kumo's skin look like glass? What is -

The shame that is plastered across the Misterican's face is hard to miss and it shatters his own heart upon seeing jade eyes look at him while filled with both so much shame and so much fear. Kumo looks terrified and suddenly the technician has forgotten all about the reason he came to get him in the first place.

"I'm sorry." The word sobs out as the swordsman just lets himself sink to set on the floor fully. "I'm sorry Cid. I was scared. I'll tell you everything. I love you. " He pauses to pull a breath between hurried words. "I love you. Please don't be mad. I love you so much. Please don't get mad at me. I was scared. I didn't want - to upset you but now I'm going to anyway. I'm sorry Cid. I swear I didn't mean any harm. I - "

"Kumo stop." The blond starts up again as he crosses the space between himself and his friend only to slowly come down to the floor and set in front of him. Gently does he take trembling hands into his own.

"I don't know what is going on, but we're going to get through this. We'll figure it out. You're not alone in this and I'm going to help you however I can, okay? But I need you to put your shirt on. Sielu is calling for you. He said it was important. We can talk later, alright? Will you come with me for him?"

There is a long intake of breath pulled up through a sniffling nose as a head of white nods. Bare hands wipe against his eyes in an attempt to clean himself up.

"Joo." He starts. "You can go and I'll be there in a minute. Just let me get dressed."

A soft smile first and the engineer moves to reach his arms forward for the first time in some time to wrap them around the weeping man in order to give him a quick embrace.

"I'll tell him you're on your way then."

And it doesn't take long to get back to the medical wing so that he can poke his head into the room where his patient waits. The blond is taking a seat for the moment giving him a smile.

"He was just getting out of the bath." He explains. "He said he'll be here once he's done getting dressed."

Reassurance and confirmation that he did the requested task and he wasn't just bullshitting the man but it makes him wonder how they will react to Kumo's back and chest. Do they know? Did he tell them? Knowing Kumo - probably not. He probably only told Kain.

There are footsteps a moment later as a body of white swings around the corner met with jade eyes still slightly pink from crying as pale lips stretch out into a false smile.

"You were calling for me, Opettaja?"

#ask || inquires of the technician #guest muse: cid #aquaticsoul #the conductor of my symphony || aquaticsoul #tw; death #tw; grieving #tw; injury #tw; illness #tw; depression #tw; panic #tw; long post

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tiredly101 · 1 year

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Destroyed...

Paring: Wally Darling x Abused! Male reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5 and Part 6

Summary: Wally was on his way Home to see Eddi rather distressed looking for... him? Why is that?

Main Au (Illustrated Au), picture by @fandom-wreck-9000

Wally's pov

I'm walking down the street to go Home, Sally really talked my ear off with her new play. I look around to see Eddi with something that looks similar to red paint in his hands, he looked frantic? Scared, maybe?

"Wally! Thank the rainbows I found you! Something happened to M/n and Home seems angered, I think I don't understand that house," sighted an exasperated Eddie leaving me confused. Home angry, M/n? What could happen?

"Eddie, please tell me that is red paint on you...," I said softly while Eddie looked at the ground sighting.

"I wish I could," was all he had to utter for me to ran back Home. Home's door was broken open and they seemed exasperated, right next to my red arm chair lay M/n holding his stomach while gasping softly for air.

"Hey pretty... boy," said M/n softly while he looked at me with those beautiful eyes of his only that now they looked dull. I had Eddie pick him up and take him to Poppy since she will help him out, I need to know what happened.

"Home... who did this?," I asked softly knowing Home would never hurt M/n on purpose. Home started squeaking and banging multiple thing in a rapid way. They were rambling but I only catched the words 'Josh', 'beat up' and 'M/n' which gave me all the information I needed.

"Can you see him?," I asked to which Home very slowly answered with a squeak of the door which made me smile.

"He ran to the woods? Silly, silly...," I said while walking to the hidden closet inside of Home's walls. I grabbed my axe and started walking away from Home but before anything I need to make sure M/n is okay.

I hide my axe in my pocket and run towards Poppy's house, to see her sniffing softly. She sees me and her eyes seemed to widen in regret.

"Don't tell me he is dead Poppy," I said softly to which she shook her head in an agitated way, I walked towards M/n to see him cover in bandages which made my heart sink slightly. I place a kiss in his forehead and look at Poppy.

"He is in something called a coma but he should wake up in a couple of weeks time," Poppy said making me nod. I get M/n a last kiss in his hand and walk outside and start heading towards the forest to where Home said he should be. He is trying to reach the division between words and that I'm not going to allow that.

The forest and his bloody prints lead me towards him to see him standing just over the edge. I charge towards him and grab him from the back of his shirt before he could jump and throw him against a tree.

His eyes widened in shock seeing me standing only a few feet from him and that shock soon turned to fear when he registered the axe which made me laugh. I bet he didn't feel fear that often!

"Oh Josh, silly, silly. You should have left M/n alone when you had the chance," I said before lifting up my axe and taking the first swing of what would be hours of suffering for this piece of trash.

Should I do a part four? Let me know and I'll tag you if I do!

Tag list:

@mythjustiice @distinguishedpuppyface @pr5is1ng @lunamonkeypower @waywardstardustcollector @thelostboys11 @darling-w

#Welcome Home #wally darling x male reader #wally darling x reader #tw; abuse #tw; injury #tw; near death mention #tw; death #tw; coma mention #Tiredly Jackie writes

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happybird16 · 2 years

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The true tragedy of Kuchel Ackerman, a fact that’s never mentioned and really endears her to me, is that she didn’t know Kenny was coming.

This poor woman died knowing that her precious baby boy was soon to follow, and that just breaks my heart.

#kuchel ackerman #Levi Ackerman #I Just thought of this at work #:(((((((#tw; death #it’s time for our midday cry guys

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chaoticallycosmic · 3 days

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To all my lovely and fantastic writing partners;

Hi, I know it has been a long while since I have been active and replying to threads. The last time I made a post was a few weeks ago, and I am sorry I haven't communicated regularly.

There has been a lot going on with me and within my family, and I don't know how I am alive now. There have been significant losses in the family that have made my depression and anxiety significantly worse.

I also had some very terrifying health scares, and my job hasn't let down either, the stress of everything I have constantly been dealing with has made it very difficult to get on, and I am so sorry about that.

Yesterday, however, has been the most devastating so far. One of my dear cousins very unfortunately and sadly overdosed in the early morning hours, and it's been tough on the family.

So, I promise it has not been a lack of interest or muse; it has just been life throwing curveballs at me. You're all extremely talented. I still want to continue writing with all of you.

If you are still on board, I will attempt to reply to things to distract myself and keep myself busy. My therapist recommended I try to do things that make me happy, and writing does make me happy; it's just been hard to turn on the creative when dealing with loss. But I will be trying my best.

I hope you are all doing well, though. @stxrrynightc

@missautumn

@utterxdesires @midnightsaboteur @archxngxl @writermuses @loveofcharacters

#ooc;#tw; death #tw; depression #tw; drug abuse #tw; overdose #tw; anixety

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terrence-silver · 2 months

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What would Terry do after having a dream where beloved died?

I like to think he labels dreams under the irrational.

Dumb bullshit.

Proofs of weakness. Something infuriatingly uncontrollable inside of the mind and the psyche that is best left squashed and purged through rigorous self-discipline and training. Outgrown. Overcome. This is the way of logic. If there's softness inside the man it manifests in the mind. In dreams. In thoughts. In conclusions. In gestures. Expressions of self. It eventually oozes through every action unless it's promptly eradicated. The very fact he's having dreams about something as vulnerable as someone's death is a teller. The fact that it upsets him is even more of a teller. The fact he can't control what he dreams about and when...now that part is just infuriating and offensive, really. He should be far beyond this by now. Above it. His subconsciousness shouldn't be producing these types of nightmares and generally speaking, the idea he fears the outcome of beloved's figurative, imaginary death to the degree he's dreaming about is to Terry a sure sign he isn't in control of the narrative enough in the waking world and it reflects inside of him, internally. If he no newly-minted weak point, why would be having these stupid-ass dreams? Thing is, he wouldn't. Means radical changes have to take place in his life. Now. And he implements them. Literally from the moment he wakes up from said nightmare. He's proactive, perfectionist and expeditious like that.

Having his staff check breaks on all the cars.

Upping the security around his estate.

Bringing in private doctors of impromptu health check ups for beloved.

Being rigorous about where they go. With who.

Just some of the examples of the extreme measures he implements in stride literally the very same day, in just one breath. Why wait until later if one can do it now? Didn't you hear about the proverb that claims the iron should be forged and tempered while it's still hot? Terry Silver doesn't stop until he feels and knows with all the assurance in the world that things are as safe as his money can afford him. Should he assure there's more fire alarms? Alarms in general? Would it upset the general neighborhood of Beverly Hills if there was a visibly armed security detour during tours around his Mayan-renewal mansion? Actually, scratch that! Fuck the general neighborhood of Beverly Hills. The walls of his mansion should be higher. Taller. More secure. His cars should be armored. Bullet proof. Should he hire a professional food taster tasting beloved's meals? Should he test the meal taster himself? See if they're up to the task? If they're worthy? If their credentials are up to par? Of course he will. He invents things he should do, because every area of control should be covered, until there's nothing left up to chance and there's literally no way in hell beloved could even reach a point where they could die under his watch. Terry's not paranoid. Not superstitious. He's just practical. Calculating.

Want to prevent a problem from happening?

Intercept it.

Erase the prospect of a problem ever occurring in the first place.

How can a problem ever take root if the soil it could develop on like a weed was so fully disinfected nothing can ever grow on it again?

#terry silver #nightmares #dreams #tw; death #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #cobra kai #kk3

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ijwrff · 1 year

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Oh can I get a yandere Damien from Who Killed Markiplier oneshot?

@monster-scribe-tya @nerdqueenkat @serenitydusk @thattiredanimator1t0mblr

It had been a couple months since the first time you went to the Mayor’s speaking event. You asked him a question at one of his public speaking sessions, and he actually answered! He was so sweet…kind in general. It didn’t take long before you had gone to more…and more…and more of these sessions. Something drew you to him. And he was just so photogenic…

You weren’t necessarily a reporter, but you did like to take pictures of people. Their smiles, their frowns, their laughter. Damien’s smile was like no other. But despite not being a reporter or journalist…that smile seemed to have something behind it. What that was, you didn’t know. But you were determined to find out.

You tried playing it off, but he seemed to always answer any and all questions you had. There’s no way…he wasn’t picking a favorite was he? What would you have even done if you were to become a favorite? You shook it off, feeling silly for thinking such. He was just doing his job. You think…but one way or the other, you came up with a simple solution to this.

Follow him.

A simple solution, although you never would admit it was a twisted one. Maybe you’d make a good reporter afterall…you would follow him around for the next couple weeks. He never seemed to notice you there. Every once in a while, he would turn in your direction, and you’d turn to take a picture of the nearest cafe or even just a store. By the time you turned back, he’d be gone.

How was it he always seemed to disappear the second you looked away? Maybe he knew someone was following him…no, he probably did know. He was the mayor. It would be foolish of him to not think someone was following him. He was often swarmed with people, and you snuck many pictures of him talking to the other townsfolk. It seemed to be the only time he didn’t disappear. When he was surrounded.

You wanted just one…just one picture of him with a scowl. Irritation on his face. Was that too much to ask? Apparently so…he always looked happy to be there. He would look around every once in a while, as if looking for something. His eyes would land on yours through the lens of your camera, and you’d look away.

Today, he was at another public speaking event, and you snapped picture after picture. This time he seemed caught off guard. He still smiled, but he seemed…distracted almost. He locked eyes with you, and tilted his head to the side every so slightly and smiled. Was he smiling at you? Or just trying to look good for a picture?

After a bit, he cut the event short, stating he wasn’t feeling so well. Now was your chance! He walked off after whispering something to his bodyguard, and the people in the crowd dispersed. For some reason, no one else was following him. Not even that guard. Perfect. You’d get your picture posted everywhere! A picture showing Mayor Damien wasn’t as perfect as everyone said he was.

Where was he even going? He made a couple turns, and you followed behind a good block or two. You wanted to catch him by surprise. If all went well, he’d have a nasty look on his face, or even a picture of a cough or sneeze would suffice, and he’d never even know you were there. Every picture you’d ever seen of this man looked photoshopped as all hell. He looked fantastic. It wasn’t natural for someone to look so flawless.

He turned down an alleyway, and you rushed to catch up with him. You turned the corner and…he wasn’t there. Where did he go? How did he just vanish like that!? Looking up and down the alley, you realized you were at a dead end. It took several minutes of searching, only to find a door to the next building over. It was locked of course, but it was the only possible solution to where he could have gone.

You groaned, and gave up for the day. You’d have to find that perfect picture another time. Turning around, you were met with a sight…you really didn’t wanna see. A man was there, one you’d never seen before. He looked out of breath. He panted and looked around the alley for a moment, before locking his gaze on you. “Where. Is. He?” The man glared. It was terrifying. His voice was laced with venom, and his eyes were dark. He was clearly not messing around. What was he going to do to Mayor Damien? Sure you were borderline stalking him, but you didn’t want him hurt!

“I don’t know who you mean.” You stood up straighter, and tried to look composed. Even though you were not. Not even a little. You attempted to walk past him, but he grabbed your shirt and threw you onto the ground, deeper into the alleyway.

This…was not good. If he would hurt someone like the mayor, who’s to say he wouldn’t do worse to you? You tried to get up, but he slammed his foot down on your chest and kept you pinned there. Your camera was flung to the side, and it being broken was truly the last thing on your mind.

“Don’t play dumb with me!” He put even more pressure on your chest, and you panicked. If you didn’t do something right now, he’d break your ribs. He leaned down to look closer at your face, and the pressure on your chest was reaching a literal breaking point. “I saw you following him, too. Tell me where. He. Is.”

Your eyes were wide with fear of what this man would do to you. He was clearly not above hurting someone. “I-I don’t know! He disappeared! I think he’s in that building but it’s locked!” You didn’t want to throw the mayor under the bus, but this could potentially be a life or death situation for you. It seemed to be you or him. Besides, he probably had guards in that building he went into. You were out here alone…and something told you if you screamed? It’d be all over.

You didn’t hear the door open behind the man, but you did hear a sound of something hitting the man on the back of the head. There was blood. So much blood…and the man’s eyes widened before his body fell limp on top of you. That was when you screamed, and all your tears began to fall.

You shoved his body off you, as the blood dripped onto your chest and face. Scrambling backwards, you saw the sight before you. Damien was standing behind where the man was, and his signature cane was tinted red with the man’s blood.

His look was cold. If you hadn’t just been threatened, you would see this as the perfect opportunity to take a picture of that face. It made your blood run cold. But that feeling only got worse when he took a step closer to you with a smile on his face that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, and took one step closer. You didn’t know what to do! The mayor of all people just killed a man! For…for nearly hurting a citizen. “It’s okay, y/n.” He shushed you as you cried, and sat on the ground in front of you. He didn’t care if his suit was now cakes in the blood.

“Mayor Damien?” You looked everywhere in the alley. Everywhere but at him. Your gaze kept returning to the body. It looked awful…like a person…but unmoving. You have seen dead bodies on TV, but never in person. Especially not so close to you.

He reached out a hand to you, but you didn’t take it. “Yes?” He looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes, but you were too scared to look. You didn’t want to see the face of a man who had just become a murderer.

You tried to breathe steadily, but it was easier said than done. “How…do you know my name?” And at this point you did look at him. His face was appalling. He looked so unfazed by this!

He looked shocked. “Ah…I see. I shouldn’t know your name, correct?” He leaned closer to you, and you were too scared to move back. He carefully placed his forehead on yours, which made you shut your eyes quickly. “Well you see…how certain are you…that you’re the one that’s been following me, and not the other way around, hm?”

His words struck fear into your heart. You scrambled back as far as you could, as he stood up to follow you. There was only so far you could go, and eventually your back hit the fence. He had a point, and that’s what made it even scarier.

All the times you lost sight of him, you never once thought to look behind you. All the times you were running through the streets in search of him, you always seemed to discover his location rather easily. All this time…was he really following you?

He clicked his tongue, and held up his cane, clearly ready to strike. “Let this be known, my love…this is the first and last time I will ever harm you.” And swung his cane down onto your skull.

You fell over, and the pain sent a burning sensation throughout your whole body. Vision going blurry, consciousness fading…body numbing…what was he going to do to you?

As you succumbed to the feeling of the darkness around you, he spoke. “In fact…no one will hurt you, ever again. I promise.”

#damien x reader #damien markiplier x reader #markiplier egos #x reader #gn reader #yandere! damien x reader #tw; violence #tw; death #tw; murder #typical yandere behavior #request #wkm damien x reader #damien the mayor x reader

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