They'd warned you (Yandere Kuja x reader)
TW: Blood, mild violence and yandereish behavior. if you are not comfortable with these themes, DNI!
Being with Kuja wasn't easy. But then again, no one said it would be. In fact, they'd said the very opposite. They'd warned you to stay away from "that man", saying that he wasn't right for you--that he'd only hurt you in the end. Despite their dark predictions, you insited on staying with Kuja; on loving him. The man had his imperfections, yes. He could be a bit of a drama queen, and could sometimes be rather needy, but he was still your beloved sorcerer....even if he did get a bit violent sometimes.
Letting out a sigh, you opened the door to you and Kuja's shared home, careful not to make a sound. Work had kept you away from your lover for longer than usual, by at least an hour or so--not to mention the absolute HELL that was traffic. You knew all too well how needy Kuja could get, especially if he was separated from his "little dear" for too long. Judging from how dark the house was, Kuja was probably napping in his room. If you played your cards right and timed things just so, you could probably convince him that you'd been home for a while, and that he'd just slept through your return. You quietly placed your purse on the rack, then tiptoed to the bathroom to wash up and change. You'd barely finished stuffing your work clothes into a hamper when you heard light footsteps down the hall. "Y/N, where are you, my dear~" Kuja's musical voice filled the house as he neared your location. You bit your lip and tried your best to look casual as a familiar face peeked through the doorway. "There you are!" He exclaimed, sounding very much like a kindergarten teacher playing hide and seek with a child. "Hey, Kuja." You greeted, smiling. "How was your nap?" Kuja's cheerful face immediately fell into a dark scowl. "Nap? I wasn't napping." Your eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "No? I thought you were, cause the lights were out-"
"HOW DARE YOU!?" Kuja's sudden outburst was loud enough to make you jump. The aftershocks of his voice rung in your ears for a few minutes. You reached up and rubbed your ears tenderly before realizing Kuja was still glaring at you. "Kuj-" "DON'T YOU START WITH ME!" He thundered, striding up to you elegantly yet angrily. "You were late today," He hissed, his face inches from your own. "Why?" You let out a long sigh. "I was held up at work, and then got stuck in traffic." Kuja glared at you with cold blue eyes that smoldered with an anger you'd never witnessed before. Several seconds passed by in silence before he raised a slender arm and slapped you across the face.
"How dare you lie to me?" His normally airy voice was grim and flat. "Kuja, I'm not lying to you-" Another slap, this one harder. Your cheeks stung with pain as you reached up and rubbed your stinging face."Do you know what I do for you, my dear?" Kuja growled, sashaying across the room before turning to face you with the air of an actor preparing to deliver his soliloquy. "Do you understand what lengths I must go to in order to ensure you stay mine?" He raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. "Is your feeble mind even capable of comprehending how many pains I have taken to keep others away from you; do you see how hard it is for me to be patient with you when you insist on lying to me?!" His hands curled into fists; his frown deepened. "Well?!" You sighed and massaged your forehead. This was nothing more than one of his frequent mood swing; something that was considered normal when it came to Kuja. The best way to deal with it was by sticking to the truth while at the same time, trying not to make him angry. "I'm...I'm sorry, Kuja. I know you do a lot for me, and I really appreciate it." Kuja's irate expression didn't change after your apology; if anything, he seemed to look angrier. "If you truly appreciate what I do for you, then you'll tell me what you were really doing." You sighed again. "I told you, Kuja, I was working." Kuja then exploded with anger. "YOU LIE!" He shrieked, charging towards you with his fists clenched. "YOU'RE LYING TO ME!!! YOU LIE!" He began pummeling you with his small--but powerful--fists. "Admit it!" He screamed, as you raised your arms to defend yourself from his attacks. "Admit it! You've been cheating on me!" He accentuated his words with a hard punch to your face, one that connected with your nose. You felt a sharp pain, then became aware of a warm liquid trickling down your face. At the sight of your injury, Kuja's rage evaporated. "Oh...oh...dear..." He dropped to his knees and took your hand in his. "I....I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." You let out a groan; your nose was starting to throb with pain. More blood trickled down your face while Kuja knelt before you, staring at what he'd done with wide, glassy eyes. "Little dear...I...forgive me..." He stood up and searched the bathroom for a Cure Materia, eventually finding one tucked in the medicine cabinet. "I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you!" He mumbled, shakily casting the spell on you to restore your nose. He watched with tearful eyes as you massaged your now healed nose and stood up to wash the blood off your face. "I'm so sorry!" He cried, running forward and trapping you in a big hug, snifling slightly. You toweled off your face and turned around to return his embrace. "It's okay, baby." You whispered, kissing his cheek. "I'm fine now." Kuja buried his face into your shoulder and began sobbing. "I didn't want to hurt you! I....I love you!" You patted his back comfortingly and shushed him. "I know you do. It's alright, everything's alright now." After a few moments, Kuja pulled away, his tears gone and his expression stern. "You know," Kuja began, "This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't lied to me." You let out a long, suffering sigh as another tantrum ensued, this one with more screaming, more yelling, and a lot more punching.
Yes, being with Kuja wasn't easy, but they'd warned you.
