Hello! this idea has been rotting in my head for weeks lmao okay but like- innocent zero x magicless wife hence explaining mash's lack of magic. but also like, it's a forced marriage but somehow they ended up enjoying each other's company IF YOU GET WHAT I MEAN HEHEHE
i think i do get it, but if i totally didn't, i apologize ;v;
reader is fem! reader
ᵉⁿᵉᵐⁱᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳˢ, ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ !!
being innocent zero's wife includes...
he kind of saved your life from the bureau, which is why the two of you got married. he wanted your body in return for saving you, so you got married to him, was annointed husband and wife, and never knew peace ever again.
not in the way that innocent zero was a bad husband, but he wasn't good either. other than when he's getting you pregnant, he doesn't really treat you like you exist.
to him, you're just another pawn in his plans.
but that is far from meaning he'll let people do whatever they want with you. what's his is his and will stay as such, no one else gets to have you. if there's someone mistreating you, he'll get rid of them, only because he's possessive af like that.
generally speaking, your first son, doom, was a good kid. he was well-mannered, though he had a strong capacity for magic. and honestly, you prevented your husband from training doom until the boy was eight, saying he should have a proper childhood at least.
doom is equally protective of you, not allowing your husband to let his anger out on you for not obeying him and being a good son. you've taken care of him for years, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let you get hurt for something small.
famin is a bit more unhinged, but he still shows some form of care for you. he plays pranks on you with his invisibility magic, but it's usually him popping out of nowhere with a small bouquet of flowers he got from the forest.
i like to think famin was one of the clingier ones when he was a kid, just to be a brat to your husband. he has a heavy favoritism over you than his father and it SHOWS
doom makes it a little hard to tell, but you're his favorite too. he would die before he forgets the love and care you've given him.
now a little fun fact about epidem is that you turned into a major sweet tooth during your pregnancy with him, with your most common craving being pudding. it'd explain his obsession with it, but i don't think any parent would have expected things to go that far.
you've tried getting him to eat something else, but he only eats begrudgingly knowing his father is going to punish you because he doesn't have a good diet.
he's seen you get beat to the moon and back because of him, he won't let it happen again.
delisaster is probably the most clingiest and brattiest kid in the whole family.
he'll cause chaos everywhere he can, even when you try to control the damage, he gets things messed up pretty bad.
you actually got into the most trouble with innocent zero because of him, but he didn't care until doom forced him to watch you get punished for his wrongdoings.
he was, reasonably, terrified because his father just beat up his mother into a bloody pulp without hesitation, and he began to see why you were so stressed about him having good manners. not only could he be punished, but you were going to be hurt the most.
it's not enough to have him completely obedient, but he'll better his manners for you only.
he essentially becomes a mama's boy, listening to your naggings without complaining, doing a complete 180 in terms of personality when it comes to you in front of his subordinates.
after what he saw all those years ago, he would never find it in himself to disrespect you.
domina was mostly raised by innocent zero because you fell ill after giving birth. you weren't there to shield him from the damage, and would beg doom to protect domina as much as he could without endangering himself.
and obviously, domina grows up hating you because he thought you didn't like him, when that was the furthest thing from the truth.
he probably won't learn until innocent zero is defeated, you're finally free from the horrible marriage you've experienced, and you're free to live as you please.
there were no charges given to you after hearing what your sons and husband had to say.
the most contribution you had was literally birthing seven sons, and you even went as far as protecting them from the man himself, which didn't earn you many punishments to give.
at that point, domina willingly visits you and finally takes a good look at how ragged you are.
you're worse off than everyone in the family, having gone through too much stress and illnesses and injuries that your body couldn't heal itself like it was supposed to.
he visits every weekend now, sometimes bringing his friends along so you have happier memories to keep you company when he's not there with you.
helps you find hobbies to spend your free time with and will get you a bunch of novels and books so you're not left alone with your thoughts.
mash, despite being taken from you so early, had taken a part of your heart with him, and you were nearly inconsolable after he disappeared. you were hoping you could protect him more than you did domina, only for your husband to be crueler than before.
when he hears that he has a mother, he was rather shocked. and scared, honestly.
he's lived with regro his whole life, and only sixteen years in he learns he had a mom this whole time?
he doesn't blame you for not looking for him because he had a feeling you did a lot.
the first time mash and regro visit you, you were crying for most of the time, apologizing over and over for not being able to raise him properly and unable to protect him from his own father.
regro insists that it was okay. mash was a wonderful kid to raise, and you did nothing wrong. the only one to be blamed for all of it was innocent zero, and with him gone, you were free to spend as much time as you wanted with mash.
regro was content with letting you raise mash, knowing that you were nothing close to innocent zero the moment you started bawling at the mere sight of your son.
the old man could tell not being able to raise mash hurt you a lot, and seeing him as a grown boy only rubbed salt into your wound.
so the next time he came along, he got you a photo album of mash's baby pictures, so you could see the whole process of his growth. you thanked him so many times, regro wondered when you were going to run out of tears.
mash, after having spent some time with you, gets pretty attached to you.
perhaps it's knowing the fact he's your real son or the fact you treated him like glass, but a month after mash started visiting you every other day, he started sitting on your hospital bed then placing his head on your lap, letting you play with his hair, and so on.
after you start feeling better, you start asking the divine visionaries if you could see your sons and husband, which they deny heavily at first.
and shockingly, the first one to cave is actually ryoh.
as a married man with a kid, he had a feeling you cared a lot for not just your sons, but for innocent zero too.
he has no idea what you saw in him, but perhaps that was what kept you from running away from him for so long.
and turns out, a few months after sitting in a prison cell was enough for your husband to realize he cared about you a lot.
after most of your kids were grown, he started to soften around you a lot without even knowing. he'd look at the injury you had for a month and got worried, knowing that he was keeping your body in perfect condition the whole time, but your immune system stopped working.
thus, he was severely overprotective of you but covered it under the guise of not wanting you to cause more trouble for him later.
he carried you around a lot, kept you on his lap whenever he was sitting on his throne, never brought you to the battlefield, and did his overall best to take care of you in a roundabout way as to thank you for giving him his children.
he's visibly shocked when you show up at his cell, thinking he was hallucinating at first.
he doesn't recall feeling so relieved to see someone, but here you were.
he's grabbing your hand, making sure you're recovering okay, his eyes are scanning every inch of your body, and everything to make sure you weren't being mistreated. he might as well let the world burn if you weren't being treated well.
when you tell him how happy you were that you got to spend more time with mash and domina, cyril doesn't know what to say.
he knows he's the reason for all the pain you've gone through, and he didn't deserve to even see you so happy, but a part of him was happy you were still thinking about him.
maybe the two of you meant something to each other but never got the time or chance to talk about how you felt towards each other.
he hopes, that in in another life, he would have a chance to treat you well.
Tw: Mentions of starvation, enslavement (like what Russian empire did to Ukrainians back in 18-19th centuries), mentions of blood, mentions of abuse, mentions of birth, harrasing, and attempts at SA and I think that's all. Please, do inform me if you see more.
Pairing: romantically there's none, but reader has to marry Innocent zero.
Genre(?): angst.
Tags: @aiscreamcake (I thought you would be interested)
Author's note: This has been rotting in my brain for over a week and @fellow-anime-weeb927 post only strengthened this lol. Sorry for any mistakes, I didn't recheck it before posting and English isn't my first language. More under cut.
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Escaping the empire would be dangerous and risky. But even death would be better than what you had to endure. Your nation has been occupied and enslaved by another nation for centuries already, poisoning your people's minds, destroying your culture and language and killing those who were against the system. You weren't a person. At least weren't considered one. Your lord, the one who owned your family, was a cruel man. Not only towards you and your family, but even to his own kids and his ill wife. When times got tough even for him, you were only 5. His wife's condition worsened, she got bedridden, and there were even talks about her possible death. It was the first time he tried forcing himself on you. Fortunately for you, you escaped. Times got worse with the arrival of international market. Selling got worse and so did your family's condition. Your lord paid less and less, to the point where your family starved for days, sometimes even weeks. The first to die was your youngest brother; he was only 3 years old when he died of starvation, you were 6. Two months later, your mother died. The same cause, the same ground that buried her. There has started to run rumors about the lord marrying you, since his wife will die soon and he had kids to take care of. Your father had no say in it, after all, you and your family are nothing more, but the lord's property.
You were 7 when your oldest brother died at the age of 17. He too, died of starvation. After a few months, your last brother died, at the age of 16. You and your father were devastated, but you only could bury your brother next to your other two brother and your mother. One of the days, you heard your lord talking with his friends about some ships taking people to another land, to another country. But, it was really risky, you could die from any cause there; not that it mattered to you, you could never even imagine having the money to buy tickets for you and your father. So you just continued working. A year passed, then another and now you're 9. One of the evenings, your father didn't come back and you started worrying. You had nowhere to go and seek him, but the lord's house. When you arrived at the door of the house, it was open and you could see your father and the lord talking about something. While trying to focus on what they were saying, you leaned slightly against the door, making sure it didn't move nor made any sound. It was muffled, but you could understand that they were discussing your marriage with the lord. Your father tried to reason that you were just too young for the lord, you were only 9, after all. But the lord didn't care.
That day, you lost your father and killed your lord. That day was also the second time your lord tried to force himself on you.
You buried your father next to the graves of your family members the best you could. It was the middle of the night and lord's kids were sleeping in their respective homes, since most of them were old enough to have it. Not caring about lord's dead corpse laying on the floor of his house, you took the money there was; you didn't know how much a ticket to the other country would cost, but even if you had more than needed, it was better than less.
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The travel wasn't pleasant at all, but you finally were here. Most people at the port called it The Magic Empire. You didn't know if it was because there was actually magic and people could use it without being punished or if it was because people's dreams and wishes would be satisfied. Noticing that many people had some lines on their faces, you didn't want to stick out so you decided to use your necklace. Clenching it in your hand you increased the zone affected by it. Feeling their magic power being stored in the necklace, you changed the course and way of the magic in the necklace to create an illusion of a mark similar to the people around you. As you put the hood of your cloak on your head, you start going into the city; the cloak covering your figure completely, hiding the broken clothes you wore: a pair of pants and a T-shirt.
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In the past 5 months you lived in the Magic Realm, as people from here called it. You were fortunate enough to know the language that people speak here, since you learned it from a dictionary someone threw out while you were still living in your home country. But, life was still challenging, of course. Although, 'challenging' would be an underrating. This realm worked such as higher your magic power - higher your status. So, you had to lie, to live a lie; you didn't have your own magic, you only could use or manipulate magic that you 'stole' with the necklaces. If you stole it by defeating a person, that person's magic was copied by one of the necklaces, and if you 'stole' it by just increasing the area that was under the necklaces' cancellation of magic, you could use a person's magic for as long as they were in the area and a certain amount of time after they were out.
In these past month you have worked as anything you could: cleaning people's shoes, selling newspaper, running errands for people, etc... You did your best and most of the errands were done perfectly, and your employers were satisfied with your work, paying you a bonus every now and then. You tried to save as much as possible while still eating something at least once a day. Your plan was to go to a middle magic school, but to do so you would need to deceive many people and even the government, so that they could think that you had actually alive parents, at least. For that, you would need to defeat someone who possessed a mind controlling power and you only had three years to do so: that's when middle school start.
It was easier than you thought. That boy really thought he could use you as a punching bag, but ironically, he was the one laying on the cold and dusty ground. Now, you're one step closer to succeeding.
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This mind controlling magic was actually something. You carefully created a well written story for your play, the realm your stage and everyone the audience. The school you wanted to go accepted you, just like you planned. And thus, the played began.
No one has suspected a thing. Which feels kind of weird. But you decide to continue the show, there's nothing else to do.
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The middle school was good, it had bedrooms for every pair of students, a kitchen and many more things. Just the perfect entrance for a grand show.
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Few years pass by, and it's time to decide the academy where you'll go. There were three options, the ones that will appreciate the show. Easton Magic Academy, Walkis Magic Academy and Saint Ars Holy Magic Academy; in Saint Ars, rules are the most important thing and rule breakers are punished harshly. Definitely not for you: you would be considered a criminal at this point. Walkis focused only on strength which is also not the best, tho this academy produced the most divine visionaries at this point. So, you're left with Easton Magic academy.
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The entrance exam was pretty easy. After that you were assigned to the Orca dorm. Not bad. You can work with this.
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Eyes. No matter where you went, they followed you, like the hunting past. Were you in class, in the kitchen, training or even in the deep past, you remember eyes following you like a predator. When you were in middle magic academy, you didn't have time to ponder about it at all. Nor when you were doing errands for someone to earn extra money. Sometimes, when you tried to look at the one who was the person with such intense curiosity, you only saw white hair of a passerby, who you guessed was your classmate. Trying to follow that person was impossible, it's like they disappeared the moment you approached the place where magic lingered the most. It haunted you. You had a guess who it was, but with no evidence, you could do nothing, but try to be careful around that person. Cyril Marcus. He was the only one who had those long white locks. And his magic... Rather he used basic spells or his personal time magic or even if he didn't use any at all, you could always sense that difference between his magic and the magic of other people. When a person's potential is great in terms of magic, you can sense their magic differently. But this scared you very much. Even if you knew that your necklaces worked on him as well, you were scared. Better treat a gun as a loaded gun and not as a non loaded one. He seemed much eager to fight against you in the tournament for divine visionaries' candidates.
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Your fight against him just ended. You won. After all, he was nothing without his magic. But, in your opinion, he was more testing you than fighting you. Right now, it was break time before continuing with the tournament. As you sat on one of the couches in the room, you clenched the necklace in your hand. The other three core necklaces were still deep inside your skin, in the same spot, even after all these years. The square body of the necklaces had some difficult artistic style. You still couldn't figure out which one exactly, but it resembled the baroque style very much. The black hook that was on one of the edges of every body wasn't as delicate as it seemed, just like the black chain that went through it, embracing your neck loosely.
- "What do you want?" - There was no need for chit chat, especially between you two. You two weren't on bad terms exactly, but you weren't friends either. Still, your suspicion about him being the person who stalks you was present on your mind.
-"You seemed so brave out there, but look at you now." - You snapped your head towards him, the look of shock on your face making him chuckle. His mocking tone didn't help, as it made you more uncomfortable. But you were used to the feeling, so you didn't let it show just like always. - "Don't look at me like that, it makes me think that you didn't expect me." - Deciding to play safe you calmed down your expression to a neutral one and let go of the necklace.
- "You're so straightforward, as always."
- "It's better to save the time and energy used to talk about nothing." - As you crossed you arms across your chest while Cyril smiled in that typical sly smile, although to you, it looked more like a smirk.
- "This...show that you play in front of everyone is quite the spectacle. I must admit, it took me a while to see the truth."
- "What are you talking about?" - In this type of situations it's better to play dumb. You couldn't afford for the show to end just yet. It would be a fiasco. Anyway, how did he figure it out? Has he been stalking you for so long just because of that? You made sure he couldn't see your thoughts on your face.
- "Don't play dumb. We both know what I'm talking about. At first I thought you were just a 'Disgraceful Mage', just to find out later that you are magicless. I must admit, your cover is good enough to make me think about you and your magic for quite the years. This fight in particular has confirmed my suspicion. Your necklace isn't just an accessory, am I right?" - His words froze you as he pointed at your necklace. The situation got to the point where you couldn't just deny your way out.
- "It would have been better if you continued thinking that I was a 'Disgraceful Mage'..." - You mumbled, making Cyril look at you with a curious smirk. - "What do you want from me? You wouldn't be here just to talk with me, would you?" - You tried to stay calm, but it was the first time someone saw past your costume. Instead of the character in the play, he saw the actor. You already realized why he was going in circles while fighting. He was out of the zone affected by the necklace, so he still could see magic power. Truly, that potential you saw in him would be enough to end your show.
- "What do I have to do with all of that?" - The palms of your hands have started sweating, but you still somehow managed to act calm enough. Hearing your words, Cyril smirked slyly and put his leg on the other.
- "Don't worry that much, I wouldn't want for the show to end just yet. After all, you can call me the most loyal fan of your spectacle. Who else would sit and watch it, while seeing your true form and not the character's?" - It was as is he read your thoughts with magic, although it was impossible, your necklace still worked around you. - "I don't mind your magicless nature, but what about the others?" - He slowly walked closer and sat on the couch in front of you - "I'm sure you know they wouldn't accept you if they knew, otherwise you wouldn't be putting this good of a performance. How convenient that I have just the offer for you, wouldn't you say so? You see, I plan on becoming the perfect human, but for that I need to find more knowledge and strong allies."
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- "We both know that magic users tend to rely very much on magic - myself included - and you're someone who shifts their situation a lot with just a lift of your hand. Or even without it. As years went on, you taught yourself to manipulate that necklace very well. When the time will come, I want you to join my association and plan. Of course, I, on my end, will make sure the government won't get you." - It was tempting, but the actor can't just disappear from the stage, it wouldn't be fair. You clenched your left wrist with your hand as you looked at him a bit troubled, trying to stay calm. Seeing your hesitation, Cyril chucked. - "Don't worry. I will give you time to think about it. But when I will come for an answer, I hope you will have it." - He said as he got up, walking towards the door in his usual slow and elegant way. You wanted to answer, say at least something. But it felt as if the words got stuck in your throat, sinking in your stomach, leaving you alone with your thoughts haunting you, trying to come up with something, anything. - "So long, dear actress." - He left the room as the voice of a commentator announced the break time over. You were left alone, looking at the floor while your thoughts got to you. How could you afford such a mistake? Your performance was supposed to be perfect, without even the slightest flaw. Clenching the necklace you tried not to let emotions get the best of you. Even if there was a break between the acts, the actor shouldn't forgot that they're an actor. People are supposed to only see the character that they portrait, not the person behind it. One person in the audience saw the actor as they are, but that shouldn't matter. Especially when that person continues to watch the show peacefully.
- "Tell me, Cell war," - You started while watching your 'son' in the tank, or better say, in an incubator. Cell war, who was a creation of Innocent zero, turned to look at you patiently, waiting for you to continue. In the past years, Cyril Innocent zero really weird choice of name got to know that for achieving his goal to become "The Perfect Human", he needed six hearts of blood related family. That's how you got to this scene of the show. The audience changed, but the actor and that one specific person stayed the same people, probably. He mixed his DNA with your to create a life. You promised yourself that no matter what, your 'sons' won't live as bad or even worse than you; you would not allowe it as long as you breathe. - "How do you feel about his plan?"
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- "If it's something 'father' wants, then it should be done."
- "You shouldn't be up this late." - You said in a scolding voice while standing behind the four young boys that stood outside your bedroom door.
- "Mother!" - They four said in unison, as they turned around to look at you. Fanim and Delisaster immediately went to hug you by your legs, since they didn't reach any higher yet, while Doom and Epidem stood by your sides taking your hands in theirs. They all seemed very exited and happy to see you again.
- "We wanted to see you the day you came back from this mission, so we stayed up." - Doom explained in a shy manner. You patted their heads as you hummed, giving a sign of acknowledgement.
- "That's very sweet of you, boys. But you shouldn't lose sleep just because of me. Sleep is fundamental for your health." - You answered in a caring voice, you truly couldn't be angry at them for long. Hearing your words, they looked between each other and then all looked at you.
- "But, mother is also very important for our health." - Delisaster started.
- "You train and play with us." - Doom continued.
- "You don't get angry at us for the slightest mistake and explain everything that we ask you to." - then Fanim continued.
- "And you give us all kinds of sweets." - Epidem finished. You were shocked. All of them were still so young, but understood so much. It wasn't uncommon in your experience, many kids you knew from the streets when you were younger had to grow up too soon - yourself included. But these four boys didn't live that life. Your best guess was that they were so aware of everything because of Innocent zero, their father. You smiled softly at them as you hugged them all.
- "What would I do without you guys, hm?" - They basked in your attention. - "But you gotta go to sleep now, it's already late." - Hearing that they whined in unison, but obeyed and you guided them to their rooms.
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- "Did you see mother?" - Delisaster asked Doom, as the later was sharpening his sword. The former couldn't find you for a while now and he really wanted to show you one his new tricks with his pole arms.
- "Do you not know yet? She fell into a coma." - Doom tried to act as calm as possible, but in reality he was devastated. The fact that you just fainted out of nowhere wasn't positive at all, especially for the sons. There was no logical explanation for this and no one could figure it out. The ones who were probably affected the least were Domina and Mash, who were still too young to understand it. The room fell into silence's embrace as Delisaster tried to process the devastating information he just learned.
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- "Domina, you should be useful. That's what mother and I would want. You understand, right?" - His sly tone of voice echoed in the small dark room that could barely be called a bedroom. He stood in front of Domina, looking at the small boy from his height. - "We must do it so that mother can wake up. Do you want her to wake up? Domina."
- "Yes, father." - The small boy looked pitiful. His pink-ish hair was cut just above his shoulders with bangs covering his eyebrows. He was just around 5 years old, yet he seemed as if he didn't eat enough. Domina was determined to do anything to help his mother regain consciousness and make his father proud. What he didn't understand was that, he shouldn't be the one to fight for it.
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- "I see you still don't understand, Mash Burndead. If you continue to fight against it, mother won't wake up." - Doom said as he blocked one of Mash's punches.
- "I don't know that mother much, but I'm sure that destroying the world won't help wake her up." - Mash answered in the usual monotone voice as he punched Doom in the abdomen.
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- "Who is she?" - asked a tall man with white hair and a big sword at his hip.
- "She was retrieved from the castle. Supposedly Innocent zero mixted his DNA with hers to create the six sons. Her name is [Y/N] [L/N]. She studied in Easton Magic Academy back in the days alongside me and Innocent zero. Was reported missing by some acquaintances after graduation. Later on it was discovered that she lied to the government, a lot." - Another tall and old man with grey hair answered.
- "So she's also Mash's biological mother... I wonder why she joined Innocent zero in his plan." - The tall man with the sword murmured.
- "I'm sure Innocent zero had some cards in his sleeves to play to manipulate her. She wouldn't go for such length just because of someone else's desires. Especially Innocent zero's, she couldn't care less about the man."
- "Maybe she was in love with him." - The tall man with the sword suggested turning his head slightly to look at the old man. Right after the man finished his sentence, the old one started laughing; when he finished laughing he sighed and started talking.
- "That's impossible, Kaldo. Not even love potions could make her feel something so deep. She herself said that she was unable to feel such love since birth; her brain lacked in that part. I guess she had a secret that the world shouldn't know and Innocent zero knew it."
- "Like what?" - the curiosity got the better out of the man with the sword.
- "Hmm, I don't know. We should ask her after she wakes up. For now, call Mash; I wanna talk with him." - The man with the sword bowed and walked out of the door, while the old man continued looking at the woman in the nurse bed. - "Mother, such a strong word, huh..."
I wanted to request a mashle innocent zero x reader headcanon
Another Innocent Zero request, ok then! I’ll do my best nonnie!✨
-he’s a stern and cruel man, that’s for sure
-but his habits might change depending on how close you and him are
-if you’re a minion, expect lots of training and harsh scolding if you did something wrong
-also he might threaten to kill you if you keep making mistakes
-(I’m sorry he’s just seems toxic but I can see him being nice too?)
-if you’re his assistant, he’ll be strict and give you tons of work to do
-he’ll expect you to handle every single one of his orders, unless you want punishment
-when working almost 24/7 daily, you pass out. And he notices, instead of waking you up immediately, he’ll lay you down on a couch to rest comfortably
-he wouldn’t know why he would do that instead of being cruel
-he would suspect that you secretly put a spell on him, but he denies it since he would’ve known way earlier
-after you recover, he would be less harsh on you and even offer taking care some of your work, you even started to question yourself whether this is a dream or not
-as time passes, he started to let his walls down and let you know him better, showing you his…kinder side that was buried in the void long ago
-you started to become less tense as he allowed you to have little breaks to rest up and even some snacks that he gave you!
-you even spent time with him more when you have a break or day-offs! He was confused about your habit, not that he minded somehow..
-he even started to feel…nervous around you, clearing his throat more and fumble with his words out of nowhere when talking to you
-he suddenly remembered about ‘love and feelings’ in a book when he was younger, he questioned himself frequently and doubted he could feel or can love when he could only be satisfied by watching people suffer
-he has an urge to make you his, but why?
A/n: somehow turned this into a fanfic but I don’t hate it- hope you enjoyed anon!
It all started from a newspaper, his attention was drawn the moment he heard your oh so lovely voice. He felt like his ears were blessed. The more he heard syllables coming from your lips, the more he believed that some otherworldly being had sent you from heaven to earth just to bless them with your voice. He was unaware at first, he thought that he was merely fascinated with your voice, so much so to the point that he had visited the opera house.
He was seated on the second row, eyes focused into you, and only you. Your voice resonating on the walls.
He didn't know how he could focus on someones features so intensely before he met you, to the way your hips would sway to the rhythm of the music, how your eyes glimmer with passion, your lips moving. Everything, he noticed everything at once.
You don't know how his heart lept to his throat, when your fleeting gaze landed on him. He couldn't breathe. When your gaze moves elsewhere, then did he felt the loud thumping of his heart, his hand shakily clutching to where the said organ was situated at, his attention solely on you.
After that instance, he knew he had fallen for you, it disgusted him. Him! Out of all the people!? Falling inlove!? It was laughable, that sounded absurd for the man that had taken pride to not be blinded by some mere silly feelings. So he had tried to distance himself from you, but it ultimately failed, always finding himself at the same opera house. Almost akin to a siren luring a sailor to the deep sea. He was angered by you, how DARE you make him feel this way! He wasn't supposed to be even having a attachment for it useless things, and yet here you were. He almost believe that you had casted a spell on him somehow.
After sometime, he reluctantly gave in to his urges and gifted you bouquets of roses and various types of flowers after each performance, and a letter coming along with it.
He cringed many times when he wrote 'admirer' on each letter, it flushed his cheeks slightly red. He felt like a squealish high school girl that received a bare minimum of attention from her infatuation. Many crumpled-up papers were piling on his desk whenever he wrote letters to you. Wanting it to be perfect as possible.
While you were receiving this gifts, the delivery man (One of Cyril's aides) would conceal the mystery person's identity from you. And due to this , your curiosity led you to ask about the bouquets you were receiving, having not experience this type of thing before. You felt flattered, feeling giddy whenever you read every letter. The first few were short, just complimenting you. You could tell it was the first time your admirer doing this from how awkward and funny it was from the beginning. You burst out giggling after reading it for the first time.
And I quote, "You have a very unique style."
But after gradually becoming more comfortable over the weeks, the admirer became bolder, subtly flirting towards you. This sudden change made your face scarlet red, putting a hand on your lower face to calm yourself down. (As if that will help). He was smooth with his sweet talking, never failing to have your cheeks flushed red and making you smile uncontrollably.
Then you suddenly have a genius Idea, you thought.. why not send letters back to this secret admirer of yours? So that's what you did. It was simple, giving your sincere gratitude. And when the same person who was delivering the bouquets came, you gave him a sealed letter. Telling him to hand it out to the sender.
Innocent Zero felt like he won a lottery, clutching the letter. He could smell the perfume whenever he brought it close to his face. It smelled good. It didn't smell strong, it felt like a gentle caress to the nose.
After that, the two of you sent letters back and forth. Innocent Zero collecting them and storing it in one of his drawers. (My Man is a definition of a simp)
And then tick, tock.. boom! The two of you agreed to go out on a date, you having suggested of a place.
This man almost threw himself out the window to try and escape when he had arrived on the place. He didn't want to overdress or underdress, god he didn't want to embarrass himself tinfront of you!
So when you were infront of each other, checking each other out.
It was awkward at first, Cyril almost seemed like he wanted to be drunk from how fast he was drinking down the wine.
After sometime, did you two became comfortable with each other. Spending time with one another when work wasn't taking up your days, though. Cyril is still technically spending time with you, when your performing.
Sometimes you would discreetly blow a kiss towards him, and he would just narrow his eyes at you, trying to intimidate you, but would fail from how red his face would be.
This relationship lasted on, until he had asked you to marry him. (Totally not because his empire had finally grew)
Happily barreling in his arms, crying tears of joy.
I feel like it's a bit ooc...☹️😔
But anyways Innocent Zero reminds me so much of Muzan...
Doom/Famin/Epidem/Delisaster*Acting like a complete monster, but then his face was slapped as he holds his face, he looks to see you seething at him*...
Magicless!Y/n*Looking at your four eldest sons and grab whoever was closest by his shirt and lift him up and SHAKE him*-BOYS I AM YOUR "MOTHER!?"-IF YOU DONT STOP CAUSING SHIT I WILL PUSH EACH AND EVERYONE YOU UP MY CLOWN HOLE!?!
Doom*Who was the closest and being manhalded by you*!?!
Magicless!Y/n*Looks at the other three veins on eyes and hissing*-A BIRTH YOU AGAIN AND NAME YOU ALL "MY BITCH"!?-NOW REPENT AND FIX EVERYTHING YOU DONE!?
Magicless!Y/n*Slappping the back of their heads one by one, who run away to do as told*
Innocent*Who came given he heard you were there, but seeing as his son's were scattering away from you, he just stood there*...
