Hi guys I write fan fiction because I'm quirky like that, I guess. I'm Alex I use They/ Them pronouns.
RULES! NO pedophilia! NO Grape! NO weird kinks and you know what I'm referring to. NO homophobia! NO Transphobia! NO racism! NO sexism!
I write mostly yandere stuff but I might write non yandere stuff in the future.
Fandoms I'm in and will write for: Demon slayer, Castlevania the show, FNAF only certain characters tho, Twisted wonderland, K-pop demon hunters, creepypasta, Attack on titan and some other shit I'm sure.
Author's note: I'll try to keep the reader GN since all kinds of people get their period!
TW: Unhealthy behaviors, Blood mentioned, suggestive, Idia get's a boner, Implied sex
Riddle Rosehearts
"My, rose it's time to wake up." You felt groggy than usual. You clutched your stomach. You felt pain. Once you got up Riddle let out a scream. You look down at the bed. Oh, looks like you bleed through. "S-sorry, my rose. I just weren't expecting this." You fucking kidnapped me. You should have expected this. "Let's get you changed."
Riddle helped you into a new change of clothes even if you could do it yourself, he did it anyway. He made sure you had whatever feminine products you preferred. "I think it's best you lay back down." Didn't have to tell you twice. "I guess we can do your tutoring here." Really? He still wanted to tutor you?
Riddle was able to get permission from Crowley himself to teach you inside his room and he never let you leave. Right now, he was reviewing his notes to you from his classes today. You let out a groan interrupting him. "What's wrong?" He looked at you with worry. "Cramps that's what's wrong." Riddle hummed. "Stay here, I'll run to Sam's." Where else would you go? He locked the door whenever he went out.
Riddle came back with a heating pad and a few of your favorite snacks. You were surprised. He rarely let you eat snacks. Especially at this time of night. Riddle noticing your amusement set the bag down next to you. "I'll allow it just this once. Just don't eat them all at once." He plugged in the heating pad and draped it across your stomach. He also brought out pills. He seems prepared. "Here, take these." You gladly took them just so it could ease the pain. "Now, let's continue with the lesson." You let out a loud groan. Damm you Riddle!
Leona Kingscholar
Leona sniffed rather loudly. "Is it that time of the month already, herbivore?" You smacked his back and he smirked. "Not that I mind of course." He pressed your stomach a little. "Are you hurting?" You shuffled a little before nodding. He leaned down to kiss your stomach before grabbing his phone. "What are you doing?" Looks like he was texting someone. "Don't worry about it." He leaned back down to cuddle with you some more. At least this big ass lion put enough pressure on your stomach it eased the cramps.
A knock on the door awoke you both and Leona walked to open the door. "Took you long enough." Ruggie. Of course, Leona's little errand boy. Leona let out a growl. "Hey, I'm running a busy schedule here." Leona passed him some money and Ruggie smirked. "Pleasure doing business with ya!" He looked at you for a brief second and winked. Leona slammed the door in his face.
Leona plugged in a heating pad and placed it onto your stomach. He then dumped your favorite snacks on top of you. You smirked at him and he flashed you one right back at you. "Happy now, Herbivore?" He moved the snacks away and laid back on top of you. You played with his hair. "You know for someone who kidnapped me, you sure know how to please me." Leona smirked against your skin. "I can please you even further." He licked his sandpaper tongue on your face. You pushed his face away. "Eww! No, you goof!" He chuckled and patted your stomach. "I'm your goof."
Azul Ashengrotto (Mention of the female anatomy. Still keeping it GN.)
"Angelfish, is something the matter?" You let out a groan. "I think I'm on my period." You watch as Azul's face blushed. "Oh, I'm not familiar with the human female anatomy." You chuckled and he looked away embarrassed. "I know of it I -I just haven't read too much about it. Never had the need to. I suppose I should." You nodded. "You know since you're keeping me here against my will. It be best to learn about my anatomy." Azul huffed. "Is that now what I just said?"
You told him what you needed. What type of products you used, a heating pad, pain killers, and a few of your favorite snacks. The little nerd wrote it all down on a little notepad. "Alright, angelfish, I'll be back."
He came back soon enough. "Azul, I'm suffering over here!" You pleaded just to get on your nerves. Azul huffed. "I know, Angelfish." Surprisingly he also bought a book on the female anatomy. "I'll try my best to understand you." He placed the bag of goods on your shared bed. "That be good."
He watched as you happily munched on your snacks but as soon as you realized he was watching you with wide curious eyes you threw a pillow at him. "Stop staring at me!" Azul walked over and sat onto the bed. "I'm just reading all about the fascinating things that is the human body. You intrigue me, Angelfish." You could tell. "Are you feeling any better?" You nod and he smiled. "I'm glad." He patted your thigh and set the book down. "I have to leave now. I have to make sure everything is up to date." He kissed your forehead. "Don't eat too much." He got up but just before he left, he smiled at you. "I love you, angelfish."
Jamil Viper
You awoke to the sound of clinking of glasses. "If I'm not mistaken, you start your cycle today." You gave him a frustrated glare. Of course he was tracking your period. "I made this. It should help with cramps." He set a tray on your lap. Then he held up a spoon to your lips. "I can feed myself, you know?" Jamil's expression didn't change. "Don't care."
At least whatever he fed you tasted good. He said it had dark chocolate in it. He must have known dark chocolate relaxes the muscles. He seems to know everything. Because of course he did.
Jamil spooned you from behind and rubbed your stomach. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. "Feeling better?" You nod. "Good." He pressed a hand to your stomach, giving it a little pressure. "Does that feel nice?" You nod once again and you could feel him smirk against your neck. "See? I'm the only one who could help relief you." This prick...
Jamil kept you in his arms for a while until he was needed by Kalim. Before he left, he made sure to feed you once again. He left some dark chocolate on the bed side table. "Be careful, it's bitter." He leaned down to kiss your cheek. "I'll be back soon, my love. Don't cause too much trouble while I'm gone." How could you do anything? You were basically bedridden and he knew it. He gave you a knowing smirk before leaving. Asshole.
Vil Schoenheit
"Just because you're on your period does not mean you can be caught slacking." Vil glared at you as you tried to complain beforehand. "Vil, please. You have no idea what it's like." He shrugged. "You're right about that but I don't care. This is for your own good. You'll thank me later in life." Vil forced you out of bed and sat you down in front of his vanity.
He applied his skin care onto your skin, and you complained all the way. Next was your hair. "Stop struggling!" It hurts! You tried to smack his hands away, but he smacked back. Then it was bathing time. Probably Vil's favorite part of the routine. You could tell he was watching you with lust pooling in his eyes as he washed you. Though he acted like he didn't care. The slow movements of his hands tell you otherwise.
He made sure you had the products you needed and he helped dress you into clean clothes. He smiled at you. "Good, now help me with the sheets. You bleed through."
Once everything was done, he led you back to the bed and you finally were able to rest. Even though you knew lunch was coming soon. You dreaded the thought. "Vil, can't I please at least have a tiny slice of cake or something? I did everything you said!" Vil snapped his head towards you. "No, it won't make you feel any better anyway. Besides you put up a fight the whole time. That hardly deserves a reward." You groan. "Don't whine. It's pathetic." Oh, how you wanted to strangle him.
He plugged in a heating pad and placed it on top of your stomach. "I'll be back. I have to prepare your lunch." You tugged onto his sleeve. "Vil please!" You looked up at him with pleading eyes. And for a second you could see a bit of pity written in his eyes. He tugged his sleeve back and pointed a finger at you. "NO!" He walked out and slammed the door on the way out. Well, there goes your chance at getting a snack.
Vil woke you awake. "Take these." Vil handed you some pain killers and some water. You took it without complaint. Vil set a trey on your lap and your eyes widened. Next to your salad was a piece of apple pie and a strawberry macaroon. Vil blushed. "You're lucky, Ich libe dich, liebling."
Ich libe dich, liebling= I love you, darling.
Idia Shroud
Idia has been panicking for the past thirty minutes. "Idia, it's just my period. I'm not going to die." Idia shrieked. "But you said you were in pain! What do I do!?" He squeezed you tightly. "Get me a heating pad, Idia." Idia nodded and called Ortho over.
Ortho got your heating pad along with quite a few of your favorite snacks. By quite a few you meant a lot. "What is all this for? You going to stuff me to death?" Idia blushed probably at the word, 'Stuffed'. "No, I just didn't want you to run out. That way I don't have to buy any more." I guess he had that privilege. Being rich and all.
Idia held you in bed and let you watch whatever you wanted on his phone. "Are you still hurting?" You shook your head. "No, I'm fine." Idia snuggled closer. It was like he was trying to merge with you. He placed cautious kisses on your neck and your shoulder.
"The pressure you're giving me helps a lot, Idia." You turn around and you see Idia blush and his hair turning slightly pink. "R-really?" You nod and he pressed a shaky hand to your stomach. "Like this?" You hum. "Thank you, Idia." You knew he kidnapped you, but you also knew you could use this to your advantage. He was a rich loser that basically did anything you wanted. He would let you walk on him if you asked.
You leaned over to kiss his pale lips. His eyes grew wide before eagerly kissing back. He held your face to deepen the kiss. You heard him whine as he wiggled in place. Then you felt something hard pressed up against your thigh. You pulled away and he chased you with his lips. "Buy me, (Something expansive) and I'll let you lick this jelly doughnut." Idia yelped and got out his phone so quickly. You chuckle. This was fun.
Malleus Draconia
Malleus let out a hum as you explained that you weren't going to die. You were just on your period. "Humans are interesting." You nod as Malleus took you in his arms. "You are in pain, yes?" You nod again and he looked devastated. "I'm sorry I cannot ease the pain." You pat his face and he purred? Can fae do that? "Can you get Silver to cook tonight?" He hummed. "I suppose. But let me hold you a while longer."
You jumped at the sound of thunder. Malleus fed you soup with such a gloomy expression. "I told you, Malleus, I'm fine." He held your hands in his. "So, stop this storm." Malleus looked down. "I'm just distraught that you have to suffer and monthly at that." You hum. "I am too but that's life." He huffs like he deflated. He squeezes your hands. "Yes, I suppose so. I had no idea humans suffered so."
Malleus place kissed from your chest to your stomach. He rubbed it in circles. "You shouldn't have to go through this." You nod. "Yes, it's unfortunate." He laid on top of you, and you reached up to play with his horns. You're lucky your kidnapper was so handsome. You probably wouldn't have dealt with his clinginess if he wasn't. He was purring even louder now. You flicked his hair. "Stop mopping you big puppy." He pouted up at you. You ran your fingers through his long dark hair. "The pressure is nice." He lifted an eyebrow at you then pressed a hand to your stomach and looked up to meet your eyes. You let out a delighted hum. "Thank you, Malleus." You kissed his scaly forehead. "You're always welcome, my dear."
Authors note, Reader is kinda into Jade's crazy side. I also don't know much about anatomy so you'll have to forgive me if I get it wrong. I plan to learn more in the future though.
TW: A lot of unhealthy behaviors, Jade eats you, gore, cannibalism, hurt, suggestive but Jade doesn't do anything sexual.
You loved your boyfriend. You really did. He was just a bit...odd. You knew about his usual habits even before you started dating. You knew he stalked you, but you let him into your life anyway. He terrified you but he also excited you. You stayed with Jade because he gave you a rush that you knew no one else did.
"Will you accompany me to the club room, my dear?" He set your plate down and picked at your food. "Yea, after our classes." Jade sat across from you in the booth. "Are you alright, my dear pearl? You seem to be thinking hard about something?" You nodded your head. "Just thinking about you, dear." Jade smiled. "Do you always grimace when thinking about me? Call me intrigued." Were you now? You hardly realized.
Jade must have found a new species of mushroom. One of his odd behaviors is feeding you poisoned mushrooms. He would always save you right before you died of course. The reason being is that he found your reactions to the poison cute. "What does this one do?" Jade shrugged. "Let's find out."
And on top of that, his oddest behavior of all else. He worked for Azul. It was heavily implied that when things didn't go according to plan with Azul, he would ask Jade and Floyd to 'take care of the client.' One time you peeked into the kitchen and saw a hand in the fridge. Jade kicked you out and put a finger to his lips to shush you. You made sure to eat off the vegetarian menu from that point forward.
Now you and Jade graduated NRC and were both happily married. Azul was able to expand his business and Jade still worked for him, earning us a lot of money. Jade often said that I had no reason to work since he made so much. It was nice. Jade took care of everything, and he did it without any annoyance. Even when he got home from a hard day of work he still cooked for you. You stayed home while he worked because he apparently didn't like the thought of you in the great big world by yourself. So, he kept you hidden away. You didn't mind it. The world was indeed scary and Jade made home feel like it kept you safe and you agreed.
But to your sadness, the day has come where all those mushrooms caught up to you. It left a permanent damage to your body. Even though you and Jade were both aware that it was slowly damaging you, you had no idea that it would catch up to you like this. It left you bedridden. You could no longer walk. You could no longer do anything without Jade's help. Jade held you close in bed. "My, dear I've been reading more about the human anatomy. I would like to try something."
So, here you were on an operation table in you and Jade's basement. "Maybe I can find the source of the problem and find a solution." Jade had told you. You were hoping he was right, but you found it unlikely because all the other doctors couldn't. Jade sensing your unease held your hand. "You're in capable hands, my pearl." You squeezed his hand with little strength. "Yes dear." Jade interjected you with the right drugs for surgery.
You soon fell asleep and Jade caressed your face before he grabbed a scalpel. He held it up to the light and dragged a finger across the sharp side to make sure it was sharp enough. "You know as much as I love your pitiful form. I can't let you die. How could I live without you?" To his delight it sliced right through his fingertip. He put his gloves on. "I adore you so much." He slit a clean cut to your chest all the way down to your stomach. "I've always wondered what your insides looked like, dear." He flipped the skin showing your intestines. He couldn't help but let out a moan. "You're so beautiful, my pearl." With cautious fingers he poked around. He knew your intestines aren't meant to be black, but he couldn't help to find that even more beautiful. He clicked his tongue in irritation. "I'm sorry I did this to you, but I can't help but to admire your insides. They're just so gorgeous." He bit his lip to muffle another moan. Even your blood was an unnatural color he couldn't help but to lick his gloves clean. "So divine."
He was fighting with himself. Should he take off his gloves or not? He was wondering how your insides would feel if he did take them off. "Oh, to hell with it." He took of his gloves and threw them onto the floor. As soon as he pressed a finger onto your slimy kidney, he let out a loud moan. It almost shook the entire room. "So, this is what you feel like? My, how delightful!" He started to name your organs one by one. Jade forgot all about what he was here for. He was too absorbed with you. He forgot about the world around him. He lost track of time. He's sure Floyd and Azul were wondering where he was, but they can wait. You were far more important.
Finally, he came across your heart. Your precious heart. The heart he held so dear for. It was black as well but that didn't stop Jade finding it perfect. Without thinking he leaned down to kiss it. Blood coating his lips. He let out a moan and absolutely lost it.
Something must have possessed his body because the next thing he knew he pulled your heart out of your chest. He pressed even more kisses to your heart. He started licking it all over. And then he bit into it. He savored your taste. "Utterly divine." He then swallowed it whole.
He started to tug on your intestines and watched with delight as it made that squishy sound he was beginning to love. He ate them as if it was spaghetti. "The finest dish there is." He kissed your cheek coating it in your blood.
He ate your organs one by one. He couldn't stop. He won't stop. When he was done, he turned to your flesh. He bit into your arm pulling a large chunk out of you. He turned to your face and opened your eyes. "You always had the most beautiful eyes." And then he plucked them out of your socket and ate them. "So, wonderful! I love you, my pearl! I love you so much!"
"What's this? Having fun, are we?" Jade heard a familiar voice. "So, you finally ate little shrimpy, Huh?" Jade turned to see Azul and Floyd smiling down at him. "You were late, so we decided to stop by only to find this wonderful sight. May I ask how did they taste?" Jade held your skeleton close. "You may not. That information is only reserved for myself." Azul hummed. "I'll let you get cleaned up. Your behind on work." Azul left leaving Floyd alone with Jade. "Well, it was nice knowing ya, shrimpy!" And then Floyd left. Jade turned to your bloody skeleton. "I'll clean you when I get back, my pearl." He slipped your ring back onto your ring finger and then leaned down to kiss your bloody forehead. "I'll be back. I love you, my pearl. Forever and always." Turns out he can live without you. He just can't live without your skeleton.
yan! twisted wonderland x gn! reader─poor you, even after death, couldn't get a proper rest. instead, you were pulled from limbo by a sleazy headmage and became his school's caretaker under one condition: that he helped you find your killer. though that proved to be difficult, especially when you unwittingly garnered the dangerous affection from many individuals.
HEARTSLABYUL EDITION!
having an academy chock-full of boys that had yet to fully comprehend the responsibility of magic and their unresolved mental issues was not a good idea, even in theory.
you, a ghost bound by a vengeance that bled from your head, were unlucky enough to land yourself as the one to take charge of the school's clinic. your own problems hadn't been solved yet, but that birdbrained crowley decided to rope you into more mayhem.
oh well, you knew the gig by now: ensure the students stay in good shape, and he would help you remember who was in charge of your wretched existence.
sounds easy right? no, because apparently, a magicless human and a fire-vomitting beast enrolled this year, thus setting of a chain of overblotting never seen before in centuries.
you grimaced when your blood-stained fingers clutched against the list, eyes narrowed onto the name engraved with black ink.
heartslabyul, the dorm built on the spirit of strictness of queen of hearts, honored her by obeying the ridiculous rules she had created.
this dorm wasn't that troublesome to you on the physical aspect, with most students from there going to you for injuries from trivial stuff, like getting their fingers pricked by the horns laying in the rose bushes, or daily events like brawling.
what concerned you the most, however, was the mental health of these living beings. in the recent years, they never failed to show up at your clinic to rant about the cruelty of their housewarden, who you had heard from other ghosts was named riddle rosehearts.
ever since riddle took the reins, he had been ruling over the dorm with an iron fist, quite literally when he utilized his signature spell as a punishment every time someone made the foolish mistake of breaking the rules. freshman? off with your head! only remembered the first 500 rules (which was an impressive feat on its own)? off with your head!
the only impression you got from their words was how pitiful this housewarden was: using that much magic daily was extremely unhealthy, and you were even baffled when checking through the records to see he had never been admitted to the infirmary before.
that boy was going to end up dead on the floor one day with this influx of collared students using you as a therapist (not that you entirely minded since… that was your job). however, you were practically powerless outside the suffocating confines of the clinic, so you decided your best bet was to threaten the shit out of that botched crow.
"greetings my dear employee who I oh so graciously allow a place to stay-"
"WOAH WOAH WOAH PUT THE SWORD DOWN!"
that was what the students heard echoing through the hallways, bouncing from the office of the headmage. you weren't fond of that memory much, certainly not the best moment in your undead life, but as long as you took off this sudden burden of being others' therapist, you would gladly trim off crowley's feathers with your sword again.
that was also how you were permitted to move more freely, through the walls of the library and up the stairs. you were highly careful in your attempt not to be spotted by other students, especially by the freshmen who had yet to familiarize themselves with the sight of a bloody, sword-lodged-in-the-head ghost. (the sword had been there for as long as you could remember, and only you could pull it off, though the bleeding would intensify, so it rarely left.
that was how your relationship with riddle began, a first meeting in the library, with you carrying some books per professor trein's request, which coincided with the time he spent there for self-studying. you almost shed tears of joy at the sheer effortlesslness at finding him, thinking you would have withered if forced to chat with another entity any longer.
"studying history?" it had been decades since you properly held a proper conversation with another individual that wasn't just you being commanded or inquired of something. your eyes darted to the high stack of books on the table, o-shaped lips highlighted your surprise at youngsters' hardworking nature these days. he merely nodded in return, deep inside his preparation for the upcoming exams.
"oh, this part is wrong, the mutiny against red royals didn't occur until...." your index finger pointed onto the timeline, frowning at the audacity of the publishers to approve such blatant misfortune in the first place. being a forgotten relic of the past, you were passionate about history, or rather, the modern perspective of the important events of the past. it acted like an anchor amidst your seemingly eternal servitude, something you took pride in other than your basic knowledge about healing potions. as you went off on a rant about how overlooking even the smallest detail could cause a collapse in the future generations' awareness of students, you failed to notice how riddle stared at you.
intently.
being the oblivious spirit, you failed to realize how famous you were in reality. the time you spent with crowley, and other students who didn't appear to care for you that much had dampened your already nonexistent self-esteem.
you were a fascinating subject for riddle to hear of: the vengeful ghost that was chained to the very bricks of NRC, who had forgotten what caused their lingering desires in the first place. a mystery to be cracked, a puzzle waiting to be solved, any intellectual student would die to meet you.
that was why he counted himself a lucky man when you approached him, and the very first thing he knew of you was your passion for history. those hands stained with blood, origin unknown, guided him with a gentleness he was sure you used to comfort others, especially the unruly rule-breakers from his dorm.
at first, he regarded you with the same light most ghost staff were perceived, a helpful ally to lessen the burden of the school, nothing more. however, riddle wasn't a fool not to realize your insistence on spending time with him outside of studying. for the first time, ever since he was 8, the red-haired housewarden got a friend who didn't look at him with fear or defiance.
your gaze, always on the verge of spilling tears, viewed him with friendliness; sickeningly sweet care oozed through each and every one of their movement. it confused him greatly, for what he had achieved to be lavished with such attention from you? you often inquired about his health, advised him not to overwork himself and his magic, even taking it upon yourself to ensure he had a restful sleep. he had been so familiar with the knowledge of your constant presence, like how one would sleep with their pillow, that he would never assume his fellow dormmates would harbor the same budding feelings for the ghost.
no one took from the queen without consequences, and disaster befell the students who had thanked you profusely for 'making riddle more lenient '. so that was why you were so soft with him, offering the smiles that brightened his days even after tests he felt unsatisfied with? that was your ploy all along, to rip out his heart from the ribcage and toy with it in your blood-stained fingers, chuckling at your own frivolous attempts to make tea for him, wasn't it?
what a coy ghost, seems like even those contractual chains couldn't stop you from wreaking havoc. no worries, riddle had taken it upon himself to discipline you. just a bit of sternness, and you would finally grant him the privilege of sincerity.
the queen of hearts and her king were known to have a brutally honest relationship, no?
accompanying riddle on your misadventure was trey clover. you encountered him while messing around with sam's shop, and your interest was piqued when you realized the heartslabyul uniform he donned. oh? was this the vice housewarden you usually heard of? the student who, for mysterious circumstances, wasn't allowed to give you a chance of introductions at all? luck must have been in your favor! after all, your priority was to calm down riddle; it was best to know of the people he associated with.
you greeted him by helping sam collect his groceries, keeping it as natural as possible. since he assumed the role of the mediator, you both would get along well in no time, perfect for your mission.
"you like baking?" you exclaimed with those same o-shaped lips, feet grazed the ground as your hands clasped behind your back. there was a chuckle in response to your question, as you looked over him curiously. was....what you said humorous? from his perspective, it was, considering you had partaken in collecting his shopping list, so you should have at least kept in mind what he bought. in your defense, the phantom sensation of bleeding did render your thinking slower than usual.
'strange....' your eyes darted towards your surroundings, not wanting to understand the complicated mind of youngsters these days. that repeated phrase made you feel old, but it was true that you struggled a lot in adapting to the modern world. that confusion was what caused you not to notice the way trey was examining you, eyes swept over your bloody form.
so this was who stole riddle's heart.
trey approached you with purpose at first. the one riddle he had talked about oh so fondly, the one responsible for the fury he unleashed onto others one day, the one that could soothe his moods as easily as dampen them, you were disruptive to the order that had been established for two years in the dorm. your ruckus wasn't akin to a storm, noticeable at first glance, no. it was more similar to the snake that infiltrated eden garden, subtly nudging the humans towards a false promise of decadence.
he didn't blame you, for from his observation, you were genuine in your intentions to help riddle get better. in contrast to the rash red-haired boy that lost half of his mind upon the fragments of conversation he eavesdropped, trey was much calmer. he saw your actions, all done to help riddle become a better version of himself.
things he was too cowardly to do.
you were meek, easy to be swayed by pressure, and quick to get emotional over the smallest things, and yet, a ghost that couldn't even stand still on the ground without slipping, had put more effort into helping his childhood friend get better.
but your friendship, or at least that was how you spoke of it, was not healthy. trey had seen the consequences of that; he had seen how riddle's fists clutched so slightly when he expressed his desire to meet you, the crestfallen expression he donned in your absence. (after all, you were one busy caretaker!)
you had the housewarden on a leash, and you didn't even know it, smiling absentmindedly when you test-tasted the treats he prepared for parties and recounted things you considered interesting, by your vintage standards.
trey didn't mean it to be some sort of secret rendezvous behind riddle's back, but he knew the housewarden would never allow him to properly chat with you. you didn't need to know that, though, just give him those amused praises of yours, yeah?
you didn't need to know how fixated he was on wiping the invisible crumbs from your mouth. oh, your poor thing, the headmage must have overworked even after your death with all those brash students, so quick to get injured. no worries, trey was a sensible person, he was the fraternal figure to many of the freshmen in his dorm, after all!
he understood your burdens really, so don't scold him when you realized the subtle fatigue you felt each time after sneakily whisking away his desserts, thinking your ghostly identity helped you get away easily. what a sweet ghost, so eager to fix others without expecting a reward in return. for that, trey took it upon himself to look after you. worrying about a toothache? not in his watch, trey was very serious about your oral health, like he did the same with others. except his fingers lingered longer than they should around those oddly sharp teeth. what a beautiful preservation of time, and he was so lucky to be alive to witness it.
don't ask too much about his shady ingredients, you cared for him, like how you were with riddle, didn't you?
you didn't understand technology, and since your previous friends (you hung out a lot, so that should be considered friends, right? or did these younglings have a different view on allyship now?) weren't, in the lack of better terms, chronically online, you expected not to deal with such hassle.
that was until you were ambushed, like actually jumped from behind, while in the middle of appreciating the fine sculptural art of the pink flamingos by none other than cater diamond. of course, that was a hyperbolic statement, considering his body went right through you and his head hit against the porcelain thing, much to your dismay. wait, the statuette let out a squeak in response......how long had you been staring at a living, breathing flamingo without noticing? you really needed to get your eyesight checked.
back to your problem, you managed to catch the ginger (ew) before he fell headfirst onto the ground via your ghostly powers. you had heard tales where ghosts obtained outstanding magic, such as stunning their opponents through a slap, but you were stuck here with little telekinesis and a sword going right through your head, which could be used to fight theoretically, but the bloodshed that followed was exhausting.
"thanks mx. ghost!" you could practically feel his grin, and alarm sounded off in your body, for you had been faced with the epitome of your fear: social students. riddle and trey were both quiet, letting the silence simmer between you two like a mutal understanding, while this guy.....
you helped him get up and, 'confronted', if you regarded threatening to pull the sword out from your body and smacking his head as that, why he decided to choose such an ungoldly way to approach you, decades of being trapped here, and the world seemed to never run out of surprise for you.
his answer was nothing short of confusion, something along the lines of 'wanting to check out the cute nurse that had stolen the hearts of many', which was a blatant lie since many would be dead by now. and one unique thing about cater: he spoke in this weird language you couldn't understand.
"what a shame ghosts couldn't be captured through magicam, otherwise others would see your #moemaxxing." he sighed melodramatically, and you had to uphold your power to keep the impression that he was leaning against your shoulders. was this how young people spoke these days? you had many things to learn about outside of the mundane routines of assigning students the same treatment over and over again.
"i would take it as a compliment....thanks...." you stepped an inch from him, looking increduosly at the increasing influx of modern slangs and the repition of hashtags in sentences.
despite the hazardous first impression, you promptly saw right through cater's facade. what? keeping up a persona in front of you, a ghost with experience in dealing with mental issues, was like offering a fish to swim. still, you didn't utter a word about that, allowing him to drag you everywhere he went as he pleased. you were here to fix riddle, but it turned out that this whole dorm was as mentally unstable as one another. oh well, the less work you would get, the more your heart opened, not in a literal way.
riddle's words painted a perfect picture of who you were in his head, so cater wasn't surprised by your indifferent antics. so ghosts could be camera-shy despite not being able to be captured by them, so cute! you were willing to hear out what his social-obsessed ass had to say, doing a bad job at hiding your growing confusion. you didn't know what the internet was, trying your hardest not to cast him a judgemental glance whenever he showed you the newest trend.
old-fashioned, that was how ghosts were, so it was no surprise to him that you were close to the housewarden. there was a clear distinction between being inactive on most platforms and being technology-blinded, and you fell into the latter spectrum. cater had lost count of the amount of time you accidentally possessed his phone in an attempt to learn more about his interests. oh? so you didn't know how to use your magic well? so cute!
his fixation with the notion of being adorable didn't slip past you, especially when you weren't objectively not so, blood-stained fingers and a sword right through your stomach; you would feel weirded out if someone called you cute. this was your current situation, when cater seemed mournful about your inability to change outfit, something you lied to him about without regret. anyone who paid ramshackle a little attention would know its ghastly residents changed into different costumes on halloween. besides, you were comfortable in the outfit you currently donned, though it wasn't the same one you died in.
"because i am oh so gracious, i shall give you a new garment to fit in with the school more!" crowley had said that, after pulling you from a ritual he did. you had no recollections of your past life, and before meeting him, you were a mindless, wandering ghost of limbo. he had promised to help you find the owner of the sword, in exchage that you helping him bandage up his students. what a fancy way to lure free in labor, you chuckled bitterly at the thought.
you were zoning out again, and though cater might not show it outwardly, he assumed he had bored you with his yapping, which was bad. he was the social butterfly, cay-cay, it would be rude for the heartslabyul's guest to feel their spirit dampened in his presence. in an effort to compensate for something that wasn't his fault, he would be more persistent in spending more time with you. you occasionally left him in the dust to hang out with trey or riddle, or to tend to those silly freshmen. however, each time before your departure, you would always profusely apologize to him, as though his existence around you wasn't bothersome, as though you welcomed him into your world. don't look at him with concerned eyes, don't say that you were anxious for his health, don't make him too attached!
you were the nurse, you said? well, that meant being injured would help him spend more time with you, no? please, don't be surprised by the sharp rise in the time he had to go to your clinic for wounds that ranged from insignificant to severe. you were worried sick for him; he knew that, through the continuous lectures you reserved for him and him only as your hands curled around his wrists, allowing the potion to do its job. How ironic, those fingers marked with the unmistakable sign of violence were deliberate and kind in the way they guided him back to full health.
you cared a lot about others, and it hurt him so painfully to see that he was no exception to you. no worries, he could always bounce back with his signature spell: leaving a clone of him back in the dorm as he lay on the comfortable mattress of the infirmary, hearing you fretting over his impairments.
for you, cater would bash his head against the walls several times, so continue to look after him with that pitiful look in your eyes, wouldn't you? would be a shame to see the social lives of many students ruined by spending too much time around you.
back to the present, when you were reading the paper sent to you by crowley. apparently, the newest addition to the prestigious institute had caused supposedly irreversible damage to the chandelier in the cafeteria. unsurprisingly, to anyone who had known crowley well, the responsibility of cleaning it up fell onto you. you could feel your stomach ache again at the prospect of more work to do. how did they manage to destroy it? what a reckless batch of new students.
speak of the devil, he shall appear in the form of three humans being dragged to the infirmary alongside a whining feline creature the following afternoon. you fingers itched against the hilt of not-really-your sword, because words told that these freshmen had attempted to retrieve a magic stone from the abandoned mine and injured themselves in the triumph of defeating a monster there.
what annoyed you the most was the stubbornness of ace trappola in refusing to take the medicine you provided because of how bitter it tasted. he complained, almost aggged, and let out protests of unfairness when you swiftly shoved a spoonful into his mouth. you glared at his partners in crime, who were on the verge of laughing, as though you threatened to do the same if they refused to cooperate.
deuce spade was much more compliant, though you noticed he did habour fear, somewhat, to the prescription you provided. he tried to act brave, though ace realized that right away and kept on teasing him. had it not been for the obvious blot stains and scratches on their outfits, it would have been more believable to conclude that they got enoigh energy for another brawl.
at the sound of you clicking your tongue impatiently, the blue-haired boy profusely apologized, muttering something with the lines of 'an honor student' under his breath. ace, on the other hand, didn't display the slightest hint of remorse, and you only sighed in defeat.
yuu, the magicless human, was… weird. they remained silent all the time, dull eyes stared at you as you examined their body. no scratches, they must have stayed behind during the feud due to their helplessness. grim rudely interrupted the process and began to inquire why you were scanning his henchuman so intently.
"mister grim, i'm a nurse...." you gave up on this group, but at least they showed some semblance of camaraderie, something highly lacking in NRC. you thought of them as trouble-makers, but also good friends, and hoped that you wouldn't have to meet them a lot in the infirmary.
meanwhile, ace was interested to see that the one that half of his seniors swooned over was a ghost! his brother had told him about you, though only fragments of rumors and information, during his studies at the academy. the general consensus was that:
you had a sickass sword.
and your potions tasted disgusting.
seriously, out of all the flavors you could use, you decided to go with that unfiltered, raw taste of mismatched herbs? seriously? what kind of period did you live in? oh right, you were a ghost, many apologies. he could feel deuce and grim laughing at his reaction, but they hadn't even had a lick of the liquid yet. he was convinced this was how crowley allowed legal poisoning to take place on the campus.
over the course of time, he would find himself back in the infirmary a lot. it wasn't his fault that his group would be roped into so many overblots. every time, you would appear without fail, pathetic eyes scrunched in annoyance briefly before they were filled with concern.
how did cater manage to handle this, ace didn't understand. that two-faced senior of his would always be sighted in your clinic, did he not feel the sourness of your medicine?
"love makes people stupid, ace." his brother once said, and he figured that could be applied to his entire dorm. even his housewarden was head over heels for you, talking about a spoiled brat with mother issues being infatuated with someone who assumed the role of a caretaker.
yuck!
ace thought he was special by treating you like nothing. psst, playing hard to get? no way! he just regarded you with the so-called annoying professionalism, not like he feared the tart taste of your medicine threatening to strike his taste buds. when he unfortunately got collared by the rose-red tyrant, he sought you out to gain information on riddle's weaknesses, a reason you were so baffled about you couldn't even muster a word.
of course, you weren't the type to sell out those you deemed your friends, so you gently inquired of him what had happened, and it surprised you to see riddle still retain that temperature. weird, he was normally relaxing (around you), maybe this year's rule breakers were more than the previous ones. having remembered a few rules, you advised him to return what he had stolen, though you were quick to add that 'anything but a chestnut tart on unbirthday party'.
ace was… surprised at your willingness. he assumed ghosts would be more mischievous, and though he should have considered you boring, paling in comparison to your fellow spirits, he felt grateful to at least escape his punishments. without your suggestion, he would have ruined an otherwise perfect unbirthday party. however, when you met a volcano fated to erupt, you could only do so much to stop it. troublemakers were bound to cause some later on, and guess what rule ace broke? flowers in the garden must never be picked on wednesdays.
the reason could be traced back to, unexpectedly, you. what? the trappola never owed anyone anything, so he dreamily plucked roses from the bushes to set up a magic trick to surprise you as a thank-you gift for the previous suggestion. he totally didn't think of the way your face would light up, tearfully expressing your gratitude as you moved the roses to replace the mundane flowers in the vases. he so did it for platonic reasons, only! as though he wasn't giddy at the thought of you being caught off guard by him, in awe of his family's tricks. he could play pranks under your nose, and you would only scold him in the same soft tone that had never risen, except to the lazy headmage. it was so fun to rile you up, causing you to contemplate what choices you had made that led to these silly moments with him.
if anything, deuce was the one smitten, not him! so don't blame him when students started to get scared off your infirmary for some not-so-harmless tricks he pulled on them. what? he was creating less work for you; be grateful!
"....HOW DID YOU CAUSE YOUR HOUSEWARDEN TO OVERBLOT!?" there you were, in that concerned timbre. shout at him more, acknowledge him, don't just regard him as another of your patients!
prepare for trouble, and make it double! deuce was determined to make up for the headaches his friend group had caused you by that chandelier accident. in NRC's language, that would normally be translated into more work for you. the blue-haired boy became your errand boy, willing to run to sam's shop whenever you asked for more empty bottles. he even forgot to take the thaumarks you left on the counter in a rush. what a freshman.
there would be nothing remarkable about him from your personal perspective, had you not witnessed the violent side of him while attempting to transport the money. in this institute, hostility was the norm, and a weakling like you would usually be dragged into escalating situations. while strolling, a.k.a floating in your case, through the campus where the great sevens' statues were positioned neatly, some savanclaw students ended up attempting to pull your sword out from your head for their sick entertainment.
you were prepared to deal with this as per usual, until deuce landed a harsh punch on one of the guys' faces. woah! no one in this school was normal! you thought the obvious as you leaned against a statue, watching the fight going on. normally, you would try to dissipate the situation, but the mob had viewed you like an object, meant to be made a fool of to amuse them, so you pretended you saw and heard nothing. crowley knew better than to interfere with your decisions in controlling the students' behaviors, anyways.
deuce had feared you would see him in another light, so he prepared for you to step back in fear or in scorn. instead, all he got was some patting on his head, and your hands against his head to check for injuries. you were a ghost living for centuries, he realized, and there were bloodshed that decorated you, so such a simple thing wouldn't guarantee a reaction from you. besides, you understood him, didn't you? you two both had violent pasts and were currently trying to redeem yourselves through different means. you had mended that macarbe canvas of your body into a solace for the students here, a living proof that he could still have a second chance after what he had done in the past.
"i can handle myself." you remarked, a sigh of relief upon seeing no wounds on deuce. your face leaned dangerously close to his face as you observed the spade near his eyes. manually hand-drawn, you wondered if that was the current trend, or if he did that to fit with the aesthetic of his dorm. such an enthusiastic dedication was quite rare and appreciated in your world.
"what are you waiting for? let's go pay mr. sam back." you added, already turning your back on him, conveniently preventing you from noticing the blush coating his face, or the stuttering of his words.
"yes...yes....mx. [name]." polite, wouldn't be so bad to have an errand boy after all, was your conclusion. it took him quite a long time to register what happened, and to catch up with the slow rhythmical floating of your figure.
sweet deuce would constantly volunteer to help you around, much to the teasing of his friend. you had grown familiar with his presence, tossing your ingredients and shopping list into his arms. he was your most loyal one, so don't mind it when there was an increase in students visiting your clinic with the same punching marks on their bodies. they insulted you, looking down on you as though you weren't the only comfortable entity that was kind enough to look after them. they had it coming, really, and you didn't reprimand him about the use of violence during situations where he protected your honor.
he would help you around with that, so keep being busy checking for the prescriptions while he was threatening the students not to ever dare to think of touching even one strand of your hair again. when you turned around, he morphed back to the clumsy try-to-be honor student you knew!
phew! dealing with heartslabyul gave you quite a headache, though you didn't mind these polite students! as long as there wouldn't be a chain of accidents targeting the players of the upcoming magical spelldrive tournament!
wait a minute.
there was.
you were itching to flay that ugly crow. so close.
━━━━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅.
it was funny, wasn't it?
you said my death haunted you, tormented you in the rest of your fleeting existence. you spoke of my passing like it was an accident, like it wasn't something you had actively participated in.
we both knew that wasn't the truth. you remembered me only for your fragile ego.
to deny the true nature of my death was to continue in indulging in a delusion, wherein i was incapable of negative feelings, where i only served to love you.
grieving me made you feel, no, believe you were better, that you were but a human puppeted by cruel fate. thinking of me like i was a tragedy, a ballad that ended on a sad note, did that feed your insatiable vanity?
perhaps you were right; you had become more human, more adept at emotions, more susceptible to the woes of the living.
all of that, at the expense of me.
𝐚/𝐮: this is what ive been working on instead of my other series the brainworms got to me #fuckmybakalife
You were just like everyone else. Trying to make ends meet. You heard that this job made good money, so you trained your ass off for this position in the corps. It also wasn't about the money. You had lost someone special to you by the hands of a demon, and you would like to take back your revenge. Money is just a plus. Today was just like any other. Except you felt a pair of eyes watching you. He always seemed curious about you but never made contact. This was Gyu of course. The water hashira. You didn't find a reason to make contact either. He was none of your business.
That was until you decided to make contact. You were assigned a mission with him along other recruits. On the way to your assigned destination, he kept peering at you. "You seem curious about me, Gyu." You spoke in a quiet voice. A few heads turned to you. Probably wondering why, you didn't address him formally. The reason being is you didn't find the point to. You addressed the other hashira's as such too. No one seemed to mind except Uzui of course. "What is it you wish to speak about?" Gyu seemed startled. Probably not expecting you to speak to him whatsoever. "I don't know."
Gyu was an odd one. After your mission he seemed to linger around you. He would ask some questions here and there, but it seemed to you that he just liked being in your presence. "Why did you become a demon slayer?" You took a sip of your tea. Although he kept asking these questions you never gave him too much information. So, you decided to tell him half of the truth. "Money." Gyu hummed. It seems like he didn't fully believe you. He placed something wrapped in your palm. "I'll be leaving now." You unwrapped the gift. Tea cakes. You hum. Although odd he was interesting.
But you couldn't afford getting close to someone once again. You're sure Gyu was nice but that wasn't enough for you to open up to him. So, you've been avoiding him. It's better that way. This way he can't get too attached to you and you the same. Except he had other plans. "Name." You stop. "You've been avoiding me. Why?" You don't turn around. "Good day, master Gyu." You then left. Maybe you should have been formal since the beginning. He wouldn't have thought he had something with you other wise.
It was late. Yet you needed to go to the market for extra supplies. If you're quick you could make it. So, you made your way over. You counted all the things in your head that you needed as you speed walked into that direction. Do you have the money for an extra snack? You calculated in your head and grimaced. It would seem not. You stop in your tracks. You heard rustling in the trees. You held onto the hilt of your sword just in case it wasn't an animal. It was faint but you heard it. The sound of a sword getting unsheathed. But you weren't quick enough. You felt your ankles being sliced and down you went. You heard a familiar voice say, "I'm sorry." Then you felt your head getting hit hard.
You woke up in a place unfamiliar to you. Across from you was Gyu sitting and watching you. "Why would you do this, Gyu?" He said nothing for a while. "You and I are similar. You carry sadness like I do. You grieve like I do." How would he know that if- "I've been watching you." How did you not notice!? You're a demon slayer! You're meant to catch these things! "I'm sorry for hurting you. You wouldn't have come with me otherwise." You tried to get up but couldn't. "What is your purpose, Gyu?" You finally realized what he meant. You looked into his eyes. Really looked. His eyes had an unbearable amount of grief. "I won't let you die like he did."
So, that was how your life with Gyu started. He took good care of you, and he mostly left you alone except when he was curious about you. You unwillingly got to know him better. He was awkward, sad, and cared a lot. More than he lets on. "Gyu, it's been three months since I've last been outside. It's during the day! No demon could get me!" Gyu's face turned frustrated. He always had that look whenever you asked to go out. "No." That was all he gave you. What did he expect to happen to you?
It was time to eat and most of these moments we sat in silence, but you were determined. "Gyu, please let me go. I know how to handle myself." Gyu shook his head. "You weren't able to dodge my attacks that night. That alone proves to me you don't know how to handle yourself." You had a feeling that even if you reached his level of ability, he still wouldn't let you go. You walk away from the table frustrated. "Name?"
You closed the sliding door and crawled into bed. You were done. You give up on leaving. He was never going to let you go. You heard the sliding door open once again. You covered your head to make him get the hint to leave you alone. But of course, he didn't. "You didn't finish eating." He sat beside you. "Name, you know I only do this because I care about you." You ignored him. He lay beside you. "I just wish you understood that."
You didn't speak to him for over two weeks, and you could tell it was driving him insane. He followed you around like a dog. He would try to get your attention, but it never worked. "Name, please speak to me." He said in a quiet pleading voice. You didn't even glance up at him as he walked into the room. "You haven't stepped out of bed; you haven't eaten and you no longer speak to me. I worry about you." He places a hand on your back. "Please, I'll do anything." You turn to him. "Even letting me go?" He held your face in his hands. "You know I can't do that." You felt a tear roll down your face. This isn't how you wanted to live.
Gyu was gone for a mission once again. And you've been thinking about it all day. Nobody should live like this. Trapped against their will. Having someone who always does everything for them. Even the embarrassing things. Following them everywhere. You are left feeling vulnerable and disgusted with Gyu. Although he'd never touch you without consent, he still took your humanity away from you. He took your life from you. You may as well be a breathing corpse. So, why not be an actual corpse?
You stared at the nose for a long time. Deciding if this was worth it or not. You knew Gyu would miss you terribly, but you couldn't find it within yourself to care. You cared more about what would happed to you after you die. Would you go to hell? Were you to selfish in life? Would you go to heaven? Were you gracious enough to deserve it? You don't know. You guessed you would have to wait and see. You pulled the nose over your neck. Or maybe heaven and hell don't exist? You kick the stool.
"NAME!" Just before you could black out you felt your body hit the floor. "NAME! What have you done!?" Through your blurry eyes you could see Gyu sobbing over you. He held you close. "WHY!?" He asked you but you couldn't answer. You were too busy coughing. "You tried to leave me!" Yes, you did and for good reason too. He pressed his forehead against yours and then kissed it. "You can't leave. I love you." And with that you sealed your fate forever. He would never let you go. In life and in death.
TW: Unhealthy behaviors, depressed habits, angst, Stockholm syndrome
Malleus
It all started when a tall man with horns asked you for your name. "What is your name child of man?" Once you told him he smiled. You should have known what he was up to when he gave you that wicked smile.
When he kidnapped you, he said, "You gave me your name, dear. You gave your name to a fae. Shouldn't you know too never do so?" Stupid malleus! You were just being polite! You thought you made a new friend! But no, you got a giant puppy who's obsessed with you. It got on your nerves how he would follow you everywhere. Even if he couldn't he would ask the rest of his family to watch you. "Is everything alright, my dear? You're scowling." You turn over in Malleus bed. At least his bed was comfortable. "My dear, you haven't been acting like yourself lately. You haven't gotten out of bed all day and you haven't bathed since last week. Would you like me to help you?" He was also so clueless. "No, Malleus. Leave me alone." Malleus rubbed your back. "You know I won't do that." You groan. "My dear?"
It's been storming all month. Possibly because you've been ignoring Malleus. "My dear I implore you to speak to me!" He's also been sobbing into your back for the past hour begging for your attention. He held you so tightly that you felt like your bones might break at any moment. This dam clingy bastard! "My love, please!" He gave the back of your neck a couple of kisses. "Let me go, Malleus." He gasped and pressed even more kisses on your neck. "You're hurting me." He finally gave some air to breathe. "I apologize my dear I'm just so glad you're speaking to me." You turn over to face him. "Will you ever let me go?" Malleus face turned into a scowl. "No, I will never let you go." You felt like you were going to cry again but Malleus held your face in his hands. "Because I love you." He kissed your forehead. "My future queen."
Lilia
You felt a pair of cold hands snake around your waist. You let out a yelp. Lilia giggled. "My love has such funny reactions." He smirked against your skin. "Will you speak to me now? I even made supper! Just the way you like it!" Oh god was that the horrible smell?
Lilia tried to feed you, but you obviously put up a fight. "Love, you haven't eaten since yesterday. From what I remember humans need to eat three times a day. I'm confused on why you refuse?" Because your cooking skills are shit. Lilia hummed. "I'll ask Silver on what to do." He soon left leaving you alone in his room. You looked outside the window. Yeesh. No way were you jumping out there. Then you realized Lilia didn't lock the door. It was cracked open. You opened it further and it made a loud groan. You winced. Hopefully he didn't hear that?
It was so cold in here. No wonder Lilia kept you buried in blankets. You sigh. Maybe you could talk this out with Malleus? He was your friend, right? Then you felt someone hug you from behind. "My love, where do you think you're going?"
You tried to run but Lilia held onto your hand rather tightly. He led you back to his room and made sure to lock the door this time. "My love it seems I found a solution!" What? He held up a green vile. "Drink this love." You backed away. "Don't you want to be together forever? This here will turn you into a fae. You won't have to deal with human problems anymore!" You shook your head. "No! I don't want to be a fae!" He tilted his head at you and then smiled. "Well, that's too bad." Lillia lunged at you and forced you to drink the vile. You tried to spit it out, but Lilia held your mouth shut. "Shh, it will be alright. I've got everything taken care of. Don't you worry, love."
Sebek
"Get up!" You covered your ears. It was way too early for this. "It's five pm! You need to get up!" Or maybe not. He dragged you out of bed and you threw a pillow at him. "Stop it, Sebek!" He scowled at you. "You stop being lazy! You are in Diasomnia! You need to act like it!" Yea against your will. He stormed out of your room. "I'll come back for you later!"
The good thing about Sebek is that he gave you your own room. He said, "It is improper for couples to sleep in the same bed before marriage!" You remember he said with a blush. As if you would ever marry that loudmouth. A chuckle interrupted your thoughts. Lilia appeared beside you. "Having trouble with, Sebek?" You nodded and he hummed. "I'll have you know before he brought you here, he begged me and Malleus to let you live here. He was rather persistent with it too." You didn't know what to make of that. "What I'm saying is that he cares for you. Truly." You find that hard to believe. Lilia left you alone once again. You got back up into bed again. Maybe you can just ignore him?
The door opened with a loud bang. "{Name!} You still aren't dressed!" You covered your ears once again. Sebek tried to get you out of bed, but you kicked him away. He let out a groan. "{Name!}" He pushed you out of bed and that was when you felt your anger boil over. You tackled him to the ground and got on top of him. "Why can't you leave me the fuck alone!?" You look down and realize Sebek was staring at you with wide eyes and a heavy blush. It seemed like he was trying to say something, but it looks like he couldn't find the words. You were about to get up but Sebek did the unexpected and pulled you back. He hugged you. "I'm sorry." You hear Sebek whisper. Maybe this grump really does have a soft side?
Silver
"{Name?} Can you please eat something?" Silver said to you in a soft voice. He held a plate out to you. You look up at him. He looks like he was about to fall asleep. You took the plate and set it aside you. "Would you like me to help you get dressed?" You turn away from him. "Maybe later, then?" Silver crawled into bed next to you and held your waist. He soon fell asleep. You look at the plate next to you. It was your favorite.
You know besides being kidnapped Silver wasn't all that bad. He was kind and spoke to you in such a soft voice it almost lulls you to sleep. He held you so gently that you almost felt safe. Almost being the key word here. He still kidnapped you at the end of the day. He said it was for your own good, but you don't know what he means by that. You were still alive and kicking this far. Why would you need him to protect you? You picked at your plate and finally took a bite. You hate to admit it. He was also good at cooking. You look over at him sleeping. He would be perfect if he wasn't obsessed with you. He took care of you so well and he never stepped over any boundaries. Even when you couldn't get out of bed and he would have to help you get into new clothes he would never look at you or touch you with ill intent. You sigh. You know that should be the bare minimum, but you can't help but to praise him just a little.
You felt him squeeze you a little tighter as he nuzzled into your side. He was like a clingy cat. You're sure if he could purr, he would be doing so right about now. You flicked his hair. Such nice hair too. God, he was like a dream come true. You keep cursing yourself forgetting he kidnapped you and he probably won't ever let you go. "I love you, {Name.}" But maybe that wasn't so bad?
Authors note: I personally headcanon Vil to be German since snow white takes place in Germany and I'm pretty sure his last name is German. So, there will be a little German in Vil's part. And if I ever write for Neige I'll make him German too.
TW: Unhealthy behaviors, depressed behaviors, angst, self-harm, suggestive, Rook being a little gross, implied death, attempted suicide, missing limbs
Vil
The door opened causing you to jump in place. You tried to hide the chips you were currently munching on but sadly Vil caught it before you could hide them. "What is this? How did you even get this?" He looked at you searching for answers. He let out a sigh. "I let you out of my sight for just a moment and you were gorging yourself on trash!" He sat on the bed and reached out for your face. "You should know that these kinds of foods are packed with grease. It's bad for your skin, Liebling." He says this as if you don't already know this. "It was Epel wasn't it?" You freeze and Vil clicked his tongue. "That kartoffel...if I didn't have a use for him I would've..." Vil mumbled then turned to you. "Never mind that. Let's do your skin care."
The most horrifying part about Vil wasn't the fact that Vil kept you here against your will it wasn't even that Rook and Epel are in on this. It was that Vil forced you into his routine. He wouldn't even let you eat a bag of chips! You let out a sigh remembering how Epel came in earlier with them and gave them to you out of pity. You squint your nose as Vil rubbed some of his product into your skin. It smelled. "What the hell is in this?" He tilted your head up because he often didn't like your posture. "Language, Liebling." You let out a grunt. He wouldn't even let you bedrot. It's the least he could do for kidnapping you. You felt a press of lips to your temple. You look up in the reflection of the mirror to see Vil smiling behind you. "There! Under all that mess you're beautiful as ever!" He then kissed your cheek. "I have to go my Liebling. I need to talk to a certain kartoffel. And if I catch you eating that trash, I won't let you go off easy." He kneeled down to your face and kissed the side of your mouth. "Ich liebe dich, Liebling."
Liebling= darling, kartoffel= potato, Ich liebe dich= I love you
Rook
"Bonjour, Mon amour!" You jump and turn behind you. "Mon amour, what are you doing?" He let out a sharp gasp. "Oh! Non! Non!" Rook took the bloody knife out of your hands and leaned down in front of you. "Mon amour, you know you could have died if I wasn't here." His expression turned from worry to a sly smirk. He grabbed your bloody wrist and licked the wound. He looked you in the eyes as he did so. You let out a hiss as he gave it little licks. It was like he was trying to slip his tongue under your skin. "Though, I must admit you look beautiful in red, Mon amour." A light blush crept up his cheeks. He gave your wrist a kiss. "Let's get you properly cleaned."
Rook held you in his lap as he stroked your back. "Oh, I fear what could have happened to you if I wasn't here in time. How could I possibly live without you?" He pressed his face in your back and inhaled your scent. "Your natural scent is intoxicating, Mon amour." Even though you haven't showered in weeks? What a freak. "My little, lapin." He kissed the back of your neck. Wait a moment. You remembered that word when he took you hunting one time. Against your will of course. You remembered how held out a rabbit out to you and said, "My, my what a beautiful coat you have little lapin. Just like you Mon amour." Rabbit. He thought of you as prey. And you had a feeling you would always be considered prey. "Je t'aime little, lapin."
Bonjour=hello, Mon amour=my love, non=no, lapin obviously means rabbit, Je t'aime apparently means I love you.
Epel
"Sugarcube! Why ya ain't talking to me?" Epel shook you trying to get your attention. "I told ya sugarcube those guys don't know how to treat ya!" He let out a huff. Ever since Epel kidnapped you he let his accent go off because he said, 'I could be myself around ya! I don't have to act all cute and stupid no more!' When you met him for the first time you had no idea this cute guy had such a mouth on him. "Darn it! Talk to me sugarcube!" And he won't stop calling you that. It's starting to get on your nerves. "Well fine then! I guess ya won't want this apple pie then?" You perked up looking over to see an apple pie waiting for you on the little table he has in his room. Epel smirked. "Now will ya talk to me?"
After you finished your slice Epel looked at you expectingly. "What do you want, Epel?" He smiled. "I just wanted to talk to ya. I missed ya voice." God, what a goof. He even looked like one the way he was staring at you. "Once I graduate night raven I'll marry ya and take you back to the farm. Ya won't have to lift a finger ever again, sugarcube!" Your eyes widened. Marriage? Oh, fuck no! "Well anyway, I'd best get back to my classes. Vil would kill me if I was late. I'll see ya latter, sugarcube!" You got to escape now!
When he was gone you made your way over to the window. You chuckled. His dumbass didn't lock it or some shit. And lucky for you Epel's room was close to the ground. Just when you were about to jump you heard the door open. "Sorry sugarcube I forgot my-Sugarcube!" Now or never {Name.}
You hit the ground with a grunt. You tried to get up but felt a pain in your leg. You look back at your ankle. Ugh it looks sprained. "{Name!} Get back here!" Uh oh. He sounded pissed. With a great amount of effort, you were able to get up and start running or at least the best to your abilities.
You felt something hit the back of your head and you fell back down again. "Ah shit! I'm sorry sugarcube! Ya just weren't listening!" You reached up to the back of your head. You were bleeding. "It's going to be okay. Just hold on." He patted your back to try to reassure you but you felt yourself getting tired. "Sugarcube? SUGARCUBE!" Looks like you won't be marrying him after all.
Idia
For a while Idia couldn't even look at you without combusting and that was a relief for a while. At least he left you alone. But now he's gotten used to your presence and he won't stop bugging you. "Geez I know I'm a chud but at least I take a shower every week. You haven't showered since last month." He poked you hoping for a reaction. He lifted your shirt just a little and you quickly smacked him away. "And it looks like you've been losing weight a lot. Can't you at least eat a pack of ramen or something?" It's like he never shuts up. He pulled you into his lap. "I'm not judging. I'm just worried." You sure as hell sound like you're judging. He poked your cheek. "{Name?} Are you doing, okay?" You pushed him away. "No! Obviously not Idia!" Idia jumped at your voice. "You fucking kidnapped me! I'm just waiting for me to die of starvation of something..." You mumbled the last part hoping he wouldn't hear the last part. But to your disappointment he did. You watch as his hair turn red and his face turn into a scowl. "I won't let you!" You backed away as he started to get closer to you. "I can't let you die!" He grabbed you and shook you. "Do you understand!? I can't!" He burst out into tears and dropped down to hug your legs. "I can't...Not again..."
You felt a little bad knowing that his little brother Ortho wasn't his real brother he was just a robot. His real brother died a while ago. So you can understand his little outburst. But just a little. It still didn't stop you from attempting an escape.
Idia said he had some business at Styx, so he left you alone like usual except what he didn't know was that you found a keycard from one of the other Ignihyde students that could open his door. When you stepped out you immediately found yourself wrapping your arms around yourself. It was cold as fuck out here. You look around. This place was so dark and gloomy. Just like Idia I suppose.
Just as you were about to cross the portal You felt a little hand grab your wrist. "{Name!} There you are!" Shit it was Ortho! "Big brother was worried about you." Ortho held up a screen and Idia's face was shown. He was already scowling. "Take them back to my room, Ortho. I'll deal with them later." Ortho hung up and turned to me. "Let's go back, okay?" You pulled away and grabbed the box cutter you used for emergences from your back pocket. "No! I'm tired of this! I can't live like this! I don't want to marry your slime of a brother, Ortho!" You pressed the blade against your neck and cut. "{Name!} No!"
You woke up in someone's shaking arms. "No, no, no." You open your eyes to see Idia holding your waist and crying into your side. He looked to you. "{Name!} How could you!? How could you try to leave me!?" You tried to move away but soon realized you couldn't. You let out a scream as you looked down. Your arms and legs were gone. Idia pulled you close. "Don't you know how much I love you!? I love you so fucking much!" For such a skinny man it felt like he could squeeze you to death right now. "I can't live without you, {Name.} Afterall who's going to be my player two?" You tried to wiggle around but you couldn't. He held you in an iron like grip. Idia reached over for something. "You need to eat. Here, eat this." Idia held up a pomegranate. "I'll help you." He plucked the seeds into your mouth and for some reason you ate them willingly. You look up at Idia. He was smiling. And it was a crooked smile too. "Now, we'll be together forever, {Name.}"
Bonus points if you get the Greek myth reference in Idia's part.
Authors note, this might be a little longer since there's only two members.
Kalim
"{Name}! Please talk to me!" Kalim has been bothering you for the past hour. He's given you expansive jewelry, expansive clothes, fancy food anything your heart could desire. But you couldn't find it within yourself to be grateful. The reason being is because he kept you here against your will for three months. Saying, "We were meant to be together!" and all that other lovey Dovey type shit. "Please!" You rolled over to see Kalim pouting at you and he looked like he was about to cry. You have to admit, even though he kidnaped you he treated you like his queen. Though I guess you would be in the near future. "What!?" Kalim smiled. "You finally said something! Yay!" He hugged you tightly. "I just love hearing your voice, {Name.}" He attempted to give you kisses but you were able to push him away. "Stop it, Kalim." He was just so fucking clingy. It left you exhausted. He was like a puppy that needed your attention twenty-four seven. "But {Name!} I just love you so much!" You shook your head at him. "You do too, right?" He looked at you expecting a genuine answer. "Why the fuck would I love you?" You watch as he started to sob. "But were meant to be! I gave you everything you could ask for! I'd do anything for you! Wouldn't you do the same?" You shook your head and he left the room sobbing.
You felt well rested when you woke up. You let out a sigh of relief. Kalim has kept you up just talking about nonsense for the past week. It feels good to have a break from him. He's just too much.
That's when you realized that there was a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You glance over to see Kalim smiling at you. "Good morning, {Name!}" You would think he would still be upset at you from last night. He pressed his face in your back and gave it a couple of kisses. Something in you twisted in your gut. Kalim pours his heart out to you, and you felt a little guilty from last night. "Kalim? I wanted to apologize-" He cut you off. "Oh, that's okay! I already forgave you! I'd always forgive you!" He nuzzled into your skin some more. It was like he was trying to get your very souls to combine. "It's just my proof of my love for you! I'll always love you, {Name.} Forever and ever!" You felt the guilt vanish. He was never letting you go.
Jamil
You heard the door open startling you awake. You look up to see Jamil holding a bowl. "Sit up for me, please." You only sat up because you were curious. And whatever was in that bowl smelt delicious. Jamil pulled out a chair so he could sit next to you while you were in bed. You peered at the bowl. It looked like soup. Jamil held a spoon towards your lips, but you backed away. Jamil's brows furrowed. "It's not posiend." He gave you an irritated expression and then let out a sigh. "{Name}, you haven't eaten in two days. Please eat something." You look away. "Can't you stop treating me like a child?" He set the bowl down. "Can't you stop acting like one?" He made you look at him. "Listen to me, {Name.} In all of my life I've never had the experience to have something of my own. I've never been able to do what I wanted. It was always what Kalim wanted. I had to do everything for him because there would be consequences if I didn't. But you..." He stroked the side of your face. "I want to take care of you. It feels like I need to take care of you. So, just please let me in." He pressed your forehead against his. "I don't have much but I would do anything in my power to take care of you. Give you everything you need." He kissed your forehead and grabbed the bowl once again. He held the spoon up to your lips and this time you let him feed you. He smiled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"
It was the next morning and Jamil already left to go check on Kalim. You look at the nightstand. A note was left and with a bowl of fruit. The note said, 'Make sure to eat everything. I'll be back later in the afternoon to check on you. -Love, Jamil.' You threw the note aside and took your fruit.
Thirty minutes have passed and you were already cooking up a plan to escape. You grabbed that pin you were able to find the other day and made your way to the door. Just to make sure you reached out for the handle. Locked like usual. You never lockpicked before, but I guess there's a first for everything.
You wandered the large halls of Scarabia. It was like a maze. You were getting anxious. You really need to find Ace and Deuce. Maybe they can help you escape Jamil for good? You scoffed remembering what Jamil said yesterday. Like no way were you going to be his little pet. Your bare feet patted against the tile. Should have put on shoes you grimaced. "{Name?}" Oh shit! It was Jamil! You quickened your pace. He sounded just around the corner. You need to hurry! "{Name!} There you are!" His footsteps matched yours and now you were both running.
Suddenly you were tackled down to the ground. "{Name.} Stop it." He tried to get on top of you, but you were able to kick him off of you. You scrambled away and saw a balcony. You stood on top of the railing. "{Name} What are you doing?" Jamil asked cautiously. "What the fuck does it look like I'm doing!? I don't want to be your pet, Jamil!" Jamil looked surprised with a mix of worry. "I never said you were! Please come down!" You turned away. "{Name!} Please just look at me! I love you! I love you so much! Please don't do this!" You made the mistake of looking back. "Snake charmer."
"Angelfish?" Azul's voice rang out throughout the dorm. You started to shake. He was getting close to the kitchen. "Angelfish, where are you?" Best do this quick you thought to yourself. You grabbed a kitchen knife with shaky hands. Your reflection caught in the shiny knife. Your eyes blow wide and your face was covered in sweat. You brought the knife to your throat and was about to cut but the doors to the kitchen flew open. "Angelfish! NO!" You dropped the knife in surprise and tried to reach for it, but Azul stopped you. "Stop." You tried so desperately to get out of his grasp. "Stop it, {Name}!" Azul petted your head to try and get you to calm down. "Why would you do this, Angelfish?" He said in a softer voice. "I can't lose you. I just can't." He forced you to face him. "Don't you know what would happen to me if I lost you?! I can't survive without you!" He was sobbing. He gripped your face even tighter. "You are my greatest treasure." He kissed your forehead. "We made a deal you know. You can't leave." And that was the worst decision of your life. Because now Azul will never let you go.
Jade
"My, my, it seems you've made quite a mess." You look up to see Jade smiling down at you. You look down at the pool of blood that now surrounded you. "My apologies for keeping you so long. Floyd was being his usual self." You felt a little woozy and barely heard Jade's last sentence. "Now let's get you cleaned up."
You woke up in Jade's bed once again but this time you felt pain. You look at your wrist. It was now bandaged. You turn your head to see Jade already watching you with a smile. He let out a hum. "Feeling better I assume?" You stayed silent. He frowned. "I'm sorry I couldn't reach you sooner but there was no need to take drastic measures to get my attention." You scoffed and his smile widened. Jade walked over to the bed and placed your head in his lap. "You have to understand you gave me quite the fright." He caressed face. "It would seem I'd have to punish you." Your eye's widened and you tried to get away but he only pulled you closer and chuckled. He kept you in his lap as he let out a hum pretending to think. He forced you to sit up and held you in his lap. He made you face him. "How about a kiss?" You closed your eye's expecting him to do something perverted, but you felt a slight kiss on the corner of your mouth. You open your eyes to see him grinning showing you his sharp teeth. "Did you really think I would be that sadistic?" He chuckled when you looked away in embarrassment. He pulled you close to his chest and kissed the top of your head. "My sweet pearl...you must never do that again."
Floyd
"Shrimpy! I missed ya!" It's only been an hour since you last saw me you thought to yourself. Floyd scooped you up in his arms and placed you in his lap. "Ya done moping about yet?" I said nothing and Floyd slightly squeezed you. "Hey, don't ignore me." His light and cheery voice was replaced with a dark one. He poked your cheek. "Shrimpyyyyyugh!" You let out a groan. "Stop it, Floyd." You tried to push his arms off of you, but he squeezed you tighter. He pressed his face in the crook of your neck. "But I really missed yooooou!" You let out a grunt as this was starting to be painful. Then all of a sudden, you felt his sharp teeth bite into you. Cool blood trickled down your neck. You let out a loud cry. He then finally let you go and you dropped forward. "I can't help it shrimpy. I just missed you too much." Your hand reached up to your neck. There's a huge chunk missing! You look back at Floyd who was munching away on your flesh and was covered in blood. "You taste so good." He smiled flashing you his now red sharp teeth. He lunged forward at you holding you tightly. "Let me go you bastard!" You tried to hit him, but your blows did nothing. He caught both of your wrist and held them above your head. "That isn't very nice, shrimpy." He licked his long tongue across your face. "Besides you know pain well." He tapped your wrist where past scars were. He giggled at your reaction. "So, I don't know why you're giving me shit." He kissed your cheek. "I love you, shrimpy."
TW: Unhealthy behaviors, depressed habits, Stockholm syndrome, angst, biting
Leona
You've been trapped here for two months now. The lazy lion left you alone for the most part. Except when he wanted to cuddle. But that was the thing. He doesn't do anything. It's fucking boring here. You let out a loud groan. And it was really fucking hot. The door opened causing you to jolt. Leona strolled in carrying a box. He set it on the mini table in his room. "Sit." He gestured for you to sit across from him. You hesitated and Leona let out a grumble. "Didn't you say you were bored?" You watch as Leona opened the box. It was chess. His sharp green eyes met yours. They almost looked pleading. "Herbivore." You slowly made your way to the table. Leona smirked and you could feel his tail wrap around your leg underneath the table. "I don't know how to play." Leona hummed. "Let me teach you." You leaned back into your seat trying to get away from him as much as possible. His eyes looked sad. "You know I won't hurt you, herbivore." He looked at you waiting for a response, but it never came. "So don't pull away." His hand reached out to grab your wrist. At first his grip was tight then when he looked back up in your eyes noticing your fear his hand drifted to yours and held it gently. "I understand your sorrow. I used to mope about always wondering when it was going to be my turn." He rubbed tiny circles into your hand with his thumb. "But then I met you. You gave me this confidence. This pride that swelled within me. You chased away my grief." He squeezed your hand. "Let me do the same, herbivore."
Jack
You felt a sudden cold air and a weight that has been lifted. You opened your eyes and realized Jack removed your blanket. His ears were flat and his tail was tucked between his legs. "It's four in the afternoon and you haven't gotten up yet. I think you should." you tried to grab the blanket back, but he kept it out of your reach. "Let me help you." You glared at him before deciding to give up on the blanket and lay back down in bed. "{Name} please..." He sighed and decided to lay next to you. "It's not good for you to sleep in like this." He rubbed your back. "Please get up or at least talk to me." He tried to grab you by the waist, but you smacked his hand away earning a whine. "Why? Why me?" You turned to face him, and his ears were perked up. "Because it wasn't safe for you. The others don't know how to treat you. And well because..." His tail started to wag. You don't need to see it to confirm. It made a loud thumping sound on the bed. "Because I love you." He looked away in embarrassment. "Fuck off." You rolled over once again. "Love isn't like this." You heard another whine. "I just want to protect you." You felt a sudden irritation rise within you. "How do I know you aren't the danger?" You glance back at him. His eyes were wide. "I'd never hurt you!" You rolled your eyes. "You hurt me by kidnapping me!" The room fell silent. "I-I just did what I thought was best." He hugged you and you tried to pull him off, but he wouldn't let go. "I'm sorry... I love you."
Ruggie
You felt a poke in your cheek. You open your eyes to see Ruggie grinning in front of you. "Wakey wakey!" He giggled. "Leona paid me so I was able to get these from Sam's." He dumped a bag of snacks in between us. "I got your favorite!" He looked at you waiting for praise, but you never gave him the satisfaction. "Come on, {Name} you haven't eaten since yesterday!" And you expect me to eat just snacks? You thought. "I'm not hungry." Ruggie pouted but grabbed one of the snacks for himself. "More for me then!" You rolled over expecting him to leave you alone, but he did the opposite. He spooned you from behind pressing his face in your neck and taking a big whiff of you. "Eww get off!" You pushed him away and he only cackled. "You smell a little different. When was it since you last showered?" You shrugged and Ruggie spooned you once again. "It's okay I like this scent." He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. It was a quiet moment and you felt like you could rest your eyes for a moment.
That was until you felt a bite in your neck. "Ouch! Fuck! Ruggie!" You turn to face him, and he only greeted you with a grin. "Relax I didn't bite you too deep. Besides how could I not? You were so cute falling asleep in my arms." He cackled and you felt something fond rise in you seeing his cute, freckled face. You reach up to where the bite mark was. Maybe having this adorkable hyena look after you wasn't so bad? You smirked at Ruggie. His smile dropped once he realized you were looking at his neck. "Wait-" You pounced. "Ack!"
You've been stuck in Riddle's room for about a month now or maybe more. You've stopped counting. How did you end up here? You thought to yourself. Oh yea it was because you made the mistake of getting close to Riddle and forgiving him after his overblot. So, he's gotten overly attached to ever since.
You jolted when the door opened. You felt a shift on the bed as someone sat down on it. You don't need to look at him to know who it is already. Riddle let out a loud sigh. "You can't ignore me forever, my dear rose." I said nothing even as Riddle lay next to me. "You've been in that same outfit for two weeks and you haven't taken a shower in three days, my rose. I'm getting worried." you huffed. "And you don't think trapping me in your room has anything to do with it?" Riddle's brows furrowed. "I'm only doing this for your own good. You act like your life is endless and I know the others don't care for you as much as I do." Riddle pulled you close. "Just let me care for you, my rose."
Ace
You felt a jab in your side. "Still not talking to me, huh?" Ace tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You know for being an asshole he has some nerve to act like he cares about you. "No offense of nothing but you kind of reek." I pushed him off of his bed and mine now too apparently. "Ouch! You know you're lucky your cute." Ace smirked. "But seriously this is starting to be a problem." He sat back down on the bed. He reached out a hand and let it sit on your thigh. He looked like he was about to tear up. "Please...talk to me. I can't live without hearing your stupid, adorable voice much longer." You kicked him away. "Leave me alone, Ace." He smirked. "See? That wasn't so hard!"
Deuce
Deuce has been holding you for the past hour as he sobbed into your shoulder. He squeezed your waist. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." You heard him mumble. "I just wanted you to be safe. Don't hate me please." He attempted to intertwine his hand in yours, but you quickly smacked it away. "Get off of me, Deuce." Deuce pulled away slightly. "Please, I'll do anything for you to not hate me." You turn to face him and his eyes widened. "Can you let me go?" Deuce frowned. "I'm sorry." You frowned as well. You sighed as you looked into his pathetic sad eyes. "I don't think I can forgive you but at least I know you won't hurt me." Deuce eagerly nodded. "Of course! I'd never hurt you!" I put a hand on his chest to push him away slightly. "Get me a clean outfit." Deuce smiled and hugged me. "Of course!" Deuce left you alone in his room for a short period of time because he needed to go back to ramshackle. Your eyes drift off to the open window. Deuce left it open because he said, "You need more sunlight." Ironic coming from him. You step closer to the window. But maybe he's right?
Trey
The smell of freshly baked goods woke you. "I made your favorite." Trey set the plate down on the nightstand next to the bed. He stood there smiling at you waiting for you to take a bite. You gave the goods a glance and lay back down. "I'm not hungry." You felt the bed shift from the weight. "Sweetheart, you've been saying that since yesterday. I need you to at least eat something. And then after I could help brush your teeth if it's too much for you." You gave him a glance. He held a hopeful glint in his eyes. "Maybe later." Trey hummed and patted your leg. "Can you promise me?" He layed down next to you and pulled you close. "Promise me that you will take better care of yourself or at least let me take care of you. It's all I need, sweetheart." He caressed your face. You thought about it for a moment. Is it really that bad to let him take care of you? You looked up in his eyes. He was smiling but he looked so sad. "I promise." He hugged you tighter. "Thank you, sweetheart."
Cater
You heard a camera go off. "You're so cute! All snuggled up like that!" You rolled your eyes. "Even if you're a little smelly!" He giggled and hugged you. "How about I help you get into the bath?" You shoved him away. "Fuck no!" Cater grinned. "I at least got a reaction out of you!" He booped your nose. "I hope you know I love you, cutie." His expression softened. "I just can't help it! You're so cute I just had to keep you to myself!" He kissed your forehead. "That's why I need you to get better. I miss you, cutie. I miss your cute little smile...Can't you smile for me?" He held your face. "No pictures. Just for me." You pulled away. "There's nothing to smile about." Cater frowned. "I'll get you back one way or another."
