#obsessivelove

[blissfullyangel]

I adore co dependency. Not being able to breathe without your yan by your side, and they adore that too. Feeding into your co dependency, always making you cling to them like they are your last bit of deprived oxygen

[whollydevoted]

i want to be isolated and made worse and be kept as a pet. no responsibilities, no decision-making, no endless depression and fatigue.. just me and my owner

[bloodiedquill]

Whispers in the Rain

The rain pattered against the window of the old library, a soft, relentless rhythm that seemed to echo the beat of your heart. You pulled your cardigan tighter around your shoulders, the chill of the autumn evening seeping through the ancient stone walls. The library was your sanctuary, a place where the world’s chaos couldn’t reach you, where the scent of aged paper and ink felt like home. But tonight, something felt… off. The air was heavier, the shadows deeper, and the quiet was no longer comforting—it was suffocating.

You glanced at the clock above the librarian’s desk. 8:47 PM. The library would close soon, but you weren’t ready to leave. Not yet. Not when the world outside felt so much colder than the one within these walls. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and turned back to the book in your lap, trying to lose yourself in its pages. But the words blurred together, your focus slipping like sand through your fingers.

“You’re here late again.”

The voice was soft, velvet-smooth, but it sent a jolt through you. You hadn’t heard anyone approach. Your head snapped up, and there he was—Elias, leaning casually against the bookshelf across from you, his dark hair falling into his eyes. His smile was gentle, almost boyish, but there was something in his gaze that made your stomach twist. It was too intense, too knowing, like he could see every thought racing through your mind.

“Elias,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. “You startled me.”

He tilted his head, his smile widening just a fraction. “Sorry, love. I didn’t mean to.” The endearment slipped from his lips so easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world. It wasn’t the first time he’d called you that, and each time it sent a confusing mix of warmth and unease curling through you.

You’d met Elias a few months ago, right here in the library. He’d been reading a worn copy of Wuthering Heights, his long fingers tracing the pages with a reverence that caught your attention. You’d struck up a conversation about classic literature, and before you knew it, he was a constant presence in your life. He was charming, thoughtful, always seeming to know exactly what to say to make you laugh or feel seen. But lately… lately, there was something different about him. The way he watched you, the way he always seemed to know where you’d be, like he was tethered to you by some invisible thread.

“I was just finishing up,” you said, closing your book and standing to gather your things. The library felt too small with him so close, his presence filling the space like a storm cloud. “I should get going.”

Elias stepped forward, his movements graceful, almost predatory. “In this weather?” he asked, gesturing toward the rain-streaked window. “You’ll catch a cold. Let me walk you home.”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. “That’s okay. I don’t want to trouble you.”

“It’s no trouble,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, soothing murmur. He was closer now, close enough that you could smell the faint cedarwood scent of his cologne. “I’d never let anything happen to you, you know that.”

There it was again—that intensity. It wasn’t just kindness in his eyes; it was something deeper, something that made your heart race for reasons you couldn’t quite name. You forced a smile, trying to shake off the unease. “Thanks, Elias, but I’ll be fine. It’s just a little rain.”

His smile faltered, just for a moment, and you caught a flicker of something dark in his expression—something that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. But then it was gone, replaced by that familiar, disarming charm. “If you’re sure,” he said, stepping back slightly. “But I’ll be here tomorrow. Same time. You know where to find me.”

You nodded, your throat tight, and hurried toward the exit. The rain was cold against your skin as you stepped outside, but it was a relief compared to the suffocating weight of Elias’s gaze. You pulled your hood up and started down the street, the cobblestones slick beneath your boots. The town was quiet, the streetlights casting long, wavering shadows that danced in the downpour.

You hadn’t gone far when you heard it—a soft splash behind you, the sound of footsteps mirroring your own. You stopped, your breath catching, and glanced over your shoulder. The street was empty, save for the rain and the mist curling around the lampposts. You shook your head, chiding yourself for being paranoid, and kept walking.

But the feeling didn’t go away. It clung to you, heavy and unshakable, like a hand resting on your shoulder. By the time you reached your apartment, your hands were trembling as you fumbled with your keys. You locked the door behind you, leaning against it as you caught your breath. You were being ridiculous. Elias was just… intense. That was all. He cared about you. Maybe too much, but that wasn’t a crime.

You set your bag down and moved to the window, pulling the curtains aside to glance at the street below. The rain was still falling, the world outside a blur of gray and shadow. And then you saw him.

Elias stood across the street, his dark coat blending into the night. He wasn’t moving, wasn’t trying to hide. He was just… watching. His head was tilted slightly, his eyes fixed on your window, and even from this distance, you could feel the weight of his gaze. Your heart stuttered, and you let the curtains fall back into place, stepping away from the window as if it could shield you from him.

Your phone buzzed on the counter, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. With shaking hands, you picked it up, the screen lighting up with a new message.

Elias: You got home safe. Good. Sleep well, love. I’ll see you tomorrow.

You stared at the words, your blood running cold. How had he known you were home? You hadn’t told him where you lived. You hadn’t told anyone where you lived.

The rain continued to fall outside, a relentless whisper against the window. And in the silence of your apartment, you realized something that made your heart sink: Elias wasn’t just watching you. He was always watching you.

And you weren’t sure if you could ever escape his gaze.

[masuoi]

i hate being single like wdym i cant devote everything about myself to someone forever and dig into them to do the same

[tranen-eines-engels]

they say love is blind but nobody talks about how obsessive it is. how it remembers every little detail, every favourite song, every random thing mentioned and never forgotten. love is obsessive and so, so beautiful.

[gatanii69]

[HAL Route / If you choose “Run Away”]

↓以下に、日本語翻訳版が続きます！！

Dinner time arrived, and I was seated across from Haru at the large dining table. He gazed straight at me with a dreamy expression.

HAL: “……***.”

Every time he called my name, a gentle sense of reassurance spread through my chest. He wasn’t the scary guy I’d met back then.

The leash that had once bound me to him was gone. I’m no longer treated like a pet.

……It means he sees me as his “girlfriend” now.

That’s why—…the HAL I know now would surely forgive me. That’s what I found myself thinking.

You: “HAL, I… I really want to go back to Earth.”

At those words, HAL stopped his hand mid-reach for his wine glass. He furrowed his brow slightly and glanced at me.

HAL: “Go back? …What’s wrong, ***? What are you unhappy about? Tell me. I’ll take care of everything.”

You: “It’s not that I’m unhappy… I just want to go home.”

HAL: “No way.”

He cut me off coldly, and I fell silent.

HAL: “I’ve told you this so many times. You can’t run away; you have no choice but to stay here quietly. We decided this together. So just give up and enjoy the moment.

Come on, let’s drop this. …Let’s get back to dinner. I had them prepare the dish you said you liked today, didn’t I?”

You: “HAL, but…”

HAL: “Shut up!!! Don’t make me angry… I’m begging you!”

BANG—!

He slams his fist on the table and screams, clutching his temples.

HAL: “I love you…! And yet you want to break up with me!? If that’s the case, there’s no way I’m going to let you! Were your words—‘I love you’ and ‘I like you’—just lies!?”

You: “No! They weren’t lies…!”

HAL: “Then why…! Are you testing me…!?”

His face twisted in pain, yet he still looked straight at me—and my heart ached sharply.

—LHA: “HAL’s brain resources are almost entirely consumed by his emotions, making it difficult for him to control himself.”

Suddenly, LHA’s words flashed through my mind.

Right now, he must be desperately holding back his anger. For my sake… and because of me.

Even so… I want to go home. I wonder why. Even though I love him… I felt something like a mission—or a sense of urgency—telling me I had to go back.

…Ever since I met that red-haired young man…

You: “I’m sorry… HAL…”

HAL: “……!!”

I sensed HAL gasp. I must have hurt him. I was too afraid to look at his expression, so I could only keep my head down and apologize.

The next moment—

You: “!!”

Suddenly, HAL leaped onto the table.

He, who had always valued manners so highly and hated getting dirty, was there with his shoes on. Crushing plates and kicking glasses aside, he walked toward me without a care.

And when he reached me, he forcefully pulled me close.

HAL: “…I won’t let you go.”

His eyes, different colors on each side, looked darker and cloudier than usual.

HAL: “I’ve finally got you. Stay by my side. …You’re leaving me? Talking back to me like that… You need a lesson.”

You: “…!”

His hand raised. He’s going to hit me…! Thinking that, I instinctively flinched.

…But the pain never came.

HAL: “…You really are a sly woman.”

A low, hoarse voice.

HAL: “Are you saying that knowing full well I can’t hit you? …Hey, that’s it, isn’t it?”

Slowly, he brought his face closer.

HAL: “…That’s how much you mean to me, how much I love you… Why can’t you understand that?”

He lowers his eyebrows sadly and, with the hand he’d raised, slowly and gently strokes my cheek.

HAL: “I trust you, so I didn’t think I needed a leash. I thought you felt the same way I do. But… I guess I was wrong.”

As his finger slowly slid from my cheek down to the nape of my neck, a sudden, sharp jolt of electricity shot through me. Everything went white before my eyes, and HAL caught me as I fell forward.

HAL: “I was wrong. I’ll keep you even more tightly enclosed so you won’t go anywhere, okay? Until then, just sleep for a little while.”

Feeling those words as if from a distance, I let go of consciousness… ーーー

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……When I woke up next, I found myself in a dark, cramped, and cold place.

On a hard floor. Completely naked, with handcuffs and shackles, and heavy chains wrapped around my body, I couldn’t move properly.

You: “Anyone…! Is anyone there!?”

My voice echoed hollowly, but there was no reply.

Overwhelmed by the sudden loneliness and sense of confinement, I instinctively curled up on the spot. The only thing that came to mind was his face…

――HAL, where are you…?!

HAL: “…Did you wake up?”

You: “…!”

Hearing that gentle voice, I instinctively tried to run toward him. But a solid barrier blocked my path.

By the light of the lantern he held, I finally understood. ――I was locked inside a cell surrounded by iron bars.

You: “Let me out of here…!”

HAL: “I’d like to let you out, too. …But this is a punishment. As long as you keep saying ‘I want to go home,’ I have no intention of letting you out.”

With a faint smile, HAL reached his hand through the bars and gently stroked my head.

HAL: “It’s okay. Don’t be afraid. I’ll come visit you like this every now and then. Meals, bathroom breaks… I’ll take care of everything for you, okay? You’re my cute little pet cat, after all. It’s only natural, isn’t it?”

You: “…”

…I can’t find the words.

Am I really going to have to… keep living like this… in this place without light…?

HAL: “Are you scared? Seeing that frightened look on your face makes me want to protect you even more. …Hey, what do you think you should do?”

What should I do…?

You: “…Do you want me to say I won’t go back to Earth, that I’ll stay by your side, HAL…?”

HAL: “Haha… That’s right. You’re such a good girl. Don’t try to go back to Earth. Stay by my side. If you can just keep those two things in mind… I’ll give you anything.”

Slowly, he whispers sweetly.

HAL: “If you’ll say that, I’ll do anything for you. I’ll get you out of this place right away, wash your body with a warm shower… you’ll sleep with me at night, and I’ll wake you up in the morning. And I’ll comb your hair for you. I’ll get you as many dresses as you want, ones that suit you.

More than ever before… I’ll pamper you sweetly and lavishly.”

Saying that with a smile, HAL lifts my chin. And, through the iron bars, he kissed me.

HAL: “…Now, choose. I’ll respect your decision. Though I suppose there’s really only one answer you’ll give.

Besides… you can’t escape me. Not on your own… absolutely not.”

ここから、日本語版とちょっとした制作話が続きます！↓

From here, the Japanese version and a bit of behind-the-scenes development talk will follow!

【波留ルート/”逃げる”を選択した場合】

夕食の時間になり、私は広い食卓で波留と向かい合うように座らされました。 彼はうっとりとした表情で、まっすぐに私を見つめてきます。

波留「……＊＊＊。」

名前を呼ばれるたび、胸にじんわりと安心感が広がります。 出会ったばかりの頃の、あの怖かった彼ではない。

私に繋がれていたリードも、もうない。 ペットのように扱われることもない。

……彼は今、「恋人」として私を見てくれているということ。

だからこそ―…今の彼なら、きっと許してくれる。 そう思ってしまいました。

あなた「波留、私……やっぱり地球に帰りたいの」

その言葉に、波留はワイングラスへ伸ばしていた手を止めました。 わずかに眉間へしわを寄せ、私を一瞥します。

波留「帰る？…どうした？＊＊＊。何が不満なんだよ。言ってみろ。俺が全部用意してやるから」

あなた「不満があるわけじゃないの……ただ、家に帰りたいの」

波留「ダメだ」

ぴしゃりと、冷たく言い放たれ、私は口をつぐみました。

波留「何度も言ってるだろ？お前は逃げられないし、おとなしくここにいるしかできない。 俺たちで決めたことだ。だからあきらめて今を楽しんどけ。

さあ、この話はやめよう。……ディナーの続きだ。今日はお前が好きだと言っていたものを用意させたからな？」

あなた「波留、でも……っ」

波留「っ！やめろ！！！俺をイライラさせないでくれ……頼むから！」

バンッ――！

テーブルを叩き、こめかみを押さえながら彼が叫びます。

波留「俺はお前を愛してる……！なのにお前は、俺と別れたいってことか！？ だったらなおさら、俺が許すわけないだろ？ お前の『愛してる』や『好き』って言葉は、嘘だったのか！？」

あなた「違う！嘘じゃないよ……！」

波留「だったらなんで……！俺を試してるのか……！？」

苦しそうに顔を歪めながら、それでも真っ直ぐに私を見つめてくれる彼に、私はチクリと胸が痛みました。

――羽波『波留は、感情に脳のリソースをほとんど取られていて、自分を抑えるのが難しい』

ふと、羽波の言葉がよぎりました。

きっと今の彼は、怒りを必死に抑えている。 私のために―…そして、私のせいで。

それでも……帰りたい。 どうしてだろう。彼を愛しているのに…帰らなければいけないという使命のような…焦燥感の様なものを感じたのです。

…あの赤い髪の青年に会ってから…。

あなた「ごめんなさい……波留……」

波留「……！！」

波留が息をのむ気配を感じました。 きっと、傷つけてしまっている。 彼の表情を見るのが怖くて、私はうつむいたまま謝ることしかできませんでした。

次の瞬間――

あなた「！！」

突然、波留がテーブルの上に乗り上がったのです。

あれほどマナーを重んじ、汚れることを嫌っていた彼が、土足で。 皿を踏み潰し、グラスを蹴り上げながら、それでも気にも留めずこちらへ歩み寄ります。

そして私の前に来ると、強引に体を引き寄せられました。

波留「……行かせない」

その左右で色の違う目は、いつもより暗く、濁っているようにみえました。

波留「やっとお前を手に入れたんだ。そばにいろ。……俺と離れる？生意気な口をききやがって……お仕置きが必要だな」

あなた「きゃっ……！」

振り上げられる手。 叩かれる…！そう思い、思わず身をすくめます。

…けれど、一向に痛みはきません。

波留「……お前って、本当にずるい女だな」

低く、かすれた声。

波留「俺が殴れないって分かってて言ってるのか？……なあ、そうだろ？」

そして彼はゆっくりと、顔を近づけました。

波留「……そのくらい、お前が大事で、大好きだって……なんで分かってくれないんだよ」

彼は切なげに眉をさげ、振り上げた手で、ゆっくりと、優しく私の頬を撫でます。

波留「お前を信じているから、リードなんて必要ないと思った。 お前が俺と同じ気持ちでいてくれていると思ってたから。 でも…違うんだな」

彼の指がゆっくりと私のほほから首筋に滑ると、突然びりりとした衝撃が走りました。 目の前が真っ白になり、前のめりに倒れる私を波留が抱き留めます。

波留「俺が間違ってた。お前がどこにも行かないように、もっと囲ってあげるからな？それまでは少し眠っていてくれ」

その言葉を遠くに感じながら、私は意識を手放しました…ーーー

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……次に目を覚ましたとき、そこは暗く、狭く、そして冷たい場所でした。

固い床の上。 一糸まとわぬ姿で、手枷と足枷、重い鎖が身体に絡みついて、身動きが上手くできません。

あなた「誰か……！ いないの！？」

声は虚しく反響するだけで、返事はありません。

突然の孤独と閉塞感に押し潰され、思わずその場にうずくまります。

脳裏に浮かぶのは、彼の顔…。

――波留、どこにいるの……？

波留「……目が覚めたか？」

あなた「……っ！」

その優しい声に、思わず駆け寄ろうとしました。 しかし、固い柵に私の行く手を阻まれました。

彼が手にしたカンテラの灯りで、ようやく理解しました。 ――私は、鉄格子に囲まれた牢の中に閉じ込められているのだと。

あなた「ここから出して……！」

波留「俺だって出してあげたい。…でもこれは罰だ。 お前が「帰りたい」と言い続ける限り、ここから出す気はない」

薄く笑いながら、波留は鉄格子の隙間から手を差し入れ、私の頭を優しく撫でました。

波留「大丈夫。怖がらなくていい。たまに俺がこうやって会いに来てやる。 食事も排泄も…、俺が面倒を見てあげるからな？ お前は俺のかわいい飼い猫なんだから、当然だろ？」

あなた「…」

…言葉が出てきません。

このまま、光のないこの場所で……過ごし続けるしかないの……？

波留「怖いか？お前のそのおびえてる顔をみると、庇護欲が搔き立てられるよ。…なあ、どうすればいいと思う？」

どうすれば、いい…？

あなた「…地球に帰らないで、波留のそばにいるって、いわせたいの…？」

波留「はは……そうだ。聞き分けのいい子だな。 地球に帰ろうとしないこと。俺のそばにいること。 その二つさえ守れるなら…なんでも与えてやる」

ゆっくりと、彼は甘く囁きます。

波留「お前がそう言ってくれるなら、なんでもしてあげるよ。 こんな場所からすぐにでも出して、あたたかいシャワーで体を洗って…夜は俺と一緒に眠って、朝は俺が起こしてあげる。 そして俺がお前の髪を梳いてやるんだ。 似合うドレスだって、いくらでも用意してやるよ。

今まで以上に……甘く、たっぷり可愛がってやる」

そう言って微笑み、波留は私の顎を持ち上げると…。 そして、鉄格子越しに、私に口づけをしました。

波留「……さあ、選べ。お前の選択を尊重してやるよ。 最もお前の答えは、一つしかないだろうけどな。

それに…俺からは逃げられない。 一人じゃ……絶対にな」

ーーーーーーーー

このHALは制作にとても時間がかかりました…。

1枚に53時間もかかるとは思いませんでした…笑

でもその分魂込めたので、早くリリースできるよう、鋭利制作していきます。

この次は糸女のルートティザーを作って、最後に綺螺、そして、立ち絵と表情差分、そして…HP作成に着手します。

亀のような遅さで申し訳ございませんが、もう少しお付き合いくださると、嬉しいです！！

[cronasbabygirl]

Maybe possibly hopefully yandere! Crona Gorgan x Fem! Reader? 🥹

❝ CRONA GORGON X FEM!READER ❞ yandere themes, obsessive love, emotional dependency

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❝ YOU WERE NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE IMPORTANT ❞

At first, you were just… there. Another presence at the Death Weapon Meister Academy, someone who existed on the edges of Crona’s world without ever truly stepping into it. They didn’t understand people well enough to notice individuals, not really. Everyone blurred together into noise, into expectation, into something overwhelming and hard to breathe through.

But you didn’t feel like noise.

You felt… quiet. Not in the literal sense, but in the way your presence didn’t demand anything from them. You didn’t stare too long. You didn’t whisper. You didn’t treat them like something strange that had wandered too far from where it belonged. And that alone was enough to make you stand out in a way Crona didn’t know how to process.

So they noticed you.

And once Crona notices something, it becomes very hard for them to stop.

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❝ THE FIRST TIME YOU WERE KIND ❞

It wasn’t even anything big. That’s the part that lingers the most.

You spoke to them like it was normal. Like they were normal. Your voice didn’t carry pity or fear, just softness, just simple warmth that didn’t ask for anything in return. You stayed in the conversation instead of letting it die in awkward silence, and when Crona struggled to respond, you didn’t rush them or pull away.

You just… waited.

That patience settles into Crona’s chest in a way that feels unfamiliar and overwhelming all at once. They replay that moment over and over again, picking apart every word, every expression, every tiny detail as if there’s something hidden inside it they need to understand.

Because people aren’t kind without a reason.

But you were.

And Crona couldn’t figure out why.

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❝ IT DOESN’T START AS LOVE ❞

At first, it’s just questions. Endless, circling thoughts that never quite reach a conclusion. Why you talk to them. Why you remember things about them. Why you come back, again and again, when it would be so much easier not to.

That confusion slowly turns into something heavier. Something that lingers even when you’re not around, pressing against their thoughts until it’s the only thing they can focus on. You become a constant in their mind, a presence that doesn’t fade when you leave.

Crona doesn’t recognize it as love. They don’t have the words for something like that.

But they do understand attachment.

And once that attachment forms, it wraps around them tightly, sinking in deep enough that the idea of losing it feels unbearable before they even realize what’s happening.

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❝ THE SHIFT ❞

It happens gradually, almost too quietly to notice at first.

Crona starts lingering near you more often, finding reasons to stay even when there’s none to give. Their gaze drifts back to you without meaning to, drawn in by the way you move, the way you speak, the way your emotions sit so openly on your face. You’re easy to read, and that fascinates them just as much as it comforts them.

But then that attention sharpens.

They start noticing who else talks to you. Who stands close. Who makes you laugh. And every time it happens, something tight and uncomfortable twists in their chest, something they can’t quite name but can’t ignore either.

Because it feels wrong.

It feels like something that belongs to them is being touched by someone else.

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❝ RAGNAROK NOTICES FIRST ❞

Ragnarok is the one who says it out loud, because of course he is.

He laughs about it, voice sharp and amused as he points out what Crona refuses to acknowledge. He calls it obsession, calls it pathetic, calls it exactly what it is with no hesitation and no care for how it lands.

Crona denies it immediately. They have to.

But their eyes still follow you. Their body still turns toward you without thinking. Their thoughts still circle back to you no matter how hard they try to push them away.

And Ragnarok just laughs louder.

Because denial doesn’t change anything.

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❝ THEIR LOVE IS QUIET ❞

Crona isn’t loud about what they feel. There are no grand confessions, no dramatic claims of ownership, nothing that would immediately scare you away.

Instead, it’s subtle. Careful. Almost invisible if you aren’t looking for it.

They learn your routines without asking. Memorize the times you’re usually alone, the paths you take, the small habits you repeat without realizing. They start appearing more often, always close enough to reach, always just within your space like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

It feels like coincidence.

It isn’t.

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❝ FEAR IS AT THE CORE ❞

The truth is, Crona doesn’t want to hurt you. Not really.

Everything they feel is tangled up in fear more than anything else. Fear of being abandoned, of being replaced, of losing the one person who made them feel something other than emptiness or pain. That fear digs in deep, twisting their attachment into something heavier, something harder to control.

So they hold on tighter.

Not in a way that feels forceful at first, but in a way that slowly becomes impossible to step away from.

Because letting go isn’t something Crona knows how to do.

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❝ WHEN YOU GET TOO CLOSE TO SOMEONE ELSE ❞

That’s when the cracks begin to show.

You laughing with someone else, standing just a little too close, letting someone else share the space that Crona has already claimed in their mind. It makes something inside them snap tight, sharp and painful in a way that steals the air from their lungs.

They don’t lash out. They don’t make a scene.

Instead, they go quiet. Withdrawn. Watching.

And later, that person stops coming around. Whether it’s fear, intimidation, or something darker lingering beneath the surface, Crona makes sure of one thing.

You won’t have to choose.

Because there won’t be anyone left to choose over them.

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❝ WHEN YOU COMFORT THEM ❞

This is where everything locks into place.

The moment you reach for them, when your hands are gentle and your voice is soft and you tell them they matter, it seals something inside their chest that can’t be undone.

Because now it’s real.

Now it’s not just something in their head, not just a fragile hope they’re clinging to. You’re there. You’re choosing them, even if you don’t fully understand what that choice means yet.

And Crona… needs that.

They need you.

In a way that goes beyond simple affection, beyond something healthy or easy to manage. You become their anchor, their stability, the one thing keeping everything else from falling apart.

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❝ FINAL NOTE ❞

Crona loves you softly, in the only way they know how.

But that softness is wrapped around something consuming, something that doesn’t loosen its grip once it takes hold. Their affection is gentle in its expression, quiet in its presence, but it runs deep enough to reshape everything around it.

They would never want to hurt you.

But they will still do whatever it takes to keep you.

Even if it means changing the world around you until there’s nowhere left to go but back to them.

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In The Details

⟡˙˖   ıl. pairing.  bucky x reader

⤷ ⟡˙˖   ıl.  synopsis. ⟡˙˖ You photograph the aftermath. He prevents the next one. Bucky Barnes has always been protective (maybe too much so). At first, you thought it was just love, but the lines between devotion and darkness blur when your work starts colliding with his secrets.

ıl.  content warning. dark romance, secret identity, moral ambiguity, lovers and liars, “I’d burn the world for you”, a little bit of angst 

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You always said the camera never lies.

But Bucky knows better.

He watches you from the kitchen doorway as you scrub the smell of another night’s work off your hands, the faint trace of metallic tang that never seems to wash away. You look tired, your smile weaker than it used to be, but when you lift your camera bag and glance up at him, that soft spark lights again behind your eyes.

“Rough night?” he asks.

You hum an answer, trying not to think about the scene; about the alleyway, the blood, the victim’s watch still ticking. “They’re getting bolder,” you mutter, “like they don’t even care anymore.”

Bucky’s jaw flexes. They. You always say it like that. And every time, something darker coils in his chest, the thought that he could stop them, that he has.

He steps closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You shouldn’t have to see things like that.”

You laugh softly, hollow but sweet. “Someone’s gotta make sense of the mess.”

If only you knew how many messes he’d already cleaned up for you.

Later that night, you develop photos in the dim red light of your home studio, unaware that Bucky’s gone. The faint click of your camera shutter echoes through the room, rhythmic, familiar, comforting.

But across the city, he moves through the dark like a ghost. He knows the name of the man who hurt that girl in your latest case. He knows where he hides, what he’s done, what he’ll do again if someone doesn’t intervene.

He doesn’t think about what happens after. Only that you’ll sleep easier knowing justice is served.

When he returns, the first thing he hears is the gentle hum of your music, the faint laughter spilling from your lips as you talk to yourself about the perfect shot. He leans against the doorway again, watching; that same camera that captures tragedy now aimed at a vase of flowers, light streaming in just right.

“You’re home late,” you tease, turning to him. “Out saving the world?”

“Something like that,” he says.

You cross the room, slip your hands into his. They’re warm, warmer than they should be. “You’re shaking,” you whisper. “Everything okay?”

He looks down at you, guilt and longing at war in his eyes. “I just...sometimes I wish I could take it all away for you.”

You smile, leaning up to kiss him. “You already do.”

And in that moment, he decides not to tell you. Not about the men who won’t be found, the names that won’t reach your crime scenes.

Because love, to him, has always been something worth sinning for.