For the self description thingy: im an extravert kinda girl with short blonde hair and green eyes. I love reading and spending time with my friends. I spend most of my time learning for uni in my room (it has a balconyyyy) and have no real experience with dating/relationships. Im very argumentative :)
HOW WOULD THEY BREAK YOU? ( CLOSED ) – 6 / 21
Rating: Sa/fe for w/ork
Warnings: The standard fare; kidnapping, captivity, manipulation, drugging / nonconsensual use of drugs, nausea / vomiting / emetophobia, vitamin d deficiency, isolation, strangulation, abusive relationships, physical violence, confinement to indoors.
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Genji: (pre-overwatch)
Why he’d match well with you:
- Likes to be the first and only. He’s selfish that way.
- No experience means he can mold you however he wants.
- Genji might like fun, experienced playmates, but he can sense inexperience like blood in the water. The soft eyes and subtle hesitation are irresistible.
- He’s not a stranger to western features in his dates, or even blondes- but those golden strands are so fine and soft in comparison. It’s like touching an exotic animal. And green eyes! Such a rare contrast, but so fitting for you. He’ll make them shine so beautifully with tears and shame.
- You never back down from a dogfight, and behind those sharp words, he knows there’s a fiery will he’s going to have so much fun with.
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How he’d break you:
- Although Genji has a habit of breaking his toys, he wants to enjoy the slow burn of watching you crumble. Not too fast, not too easy. He’s going to drag this out. You’re so beautiful in misery.
- He’s going to keep you on the edge. You’re no fun, dull and broken. No, the determination that hardens your eyes and sets hard in your jaw is what makes you interesting. As much as he wants to reach inside of your chest and grip that small, fluttering thing of will and snap its neck, he needs to have self control with you. Genji has plans for you.
- There’s so much thrill to be had, he hardly knows where to start. But after watching you for a few days, of setting his heart on caging you in his hands, he makes his move.
- Chats you up in a bar, is pleased beyond measure when you’re receptive. Behaves like a perfect gentleman, even protecting you from the made-up offenses of other men. Convinces you he’s a nice guy, and makes sure you’ve had a few drinks. Slowly, you guard slips, and he uses the opportunity to take liberties with your drink.
- Flawlessly plays the part of concern when you start stumbling, and holds your hair when the nausea hits. When you’re too heavily under his drugs to see straight, he leads you gently by the hands into a sleek, nondescript car, coaxing you with gentle words all the way.
- “Someone must’ve slipped you something. Don’t worry, I’ll get you home safe.”
- You’re too suggestible to have doubts. In fact, you won’t remember this at all.
- When you come to with a pounding head and shaky limbs, you’re in nothing but your underwear and an old t-shirt that doesn’t belong to you, but smells sickeningly familiar. You stumble out of a bed that you don’t remember getting into, sheets tangling around your wobbling knees.
- The door is locked.
- Someone sighs from the mess of bedding, deep and soft with sleep. They turn over, and you see a flash of green.
- The shade makes your stomach roil with nausea. Watery memories slip through your fingers; dizziness and a deep timbre laugh. Warm hands closing around your fingers. Something cool under your cheek. The smell of oiled leather.
- The nightmare begins.
- Genji, whose name you come to believe is actually a little-known moniker of the devil, likes to keep you locked away in his room. For weeks at a time, you won’t feel the sun on your face or breathe in fresh mountain air.
- Even the windows remain stubbornly shuttered and locked. You begin to feel pale and sickly. Genji notices, and he smiles with too many teeth.
- He knows about that cherished balcony. Knows how you loved study in the open air, books spread around you like a paper halo. It’s deeply satisfying when you begin to wilt without it.
- The food is exquisite, but absolutely laced with drugs. The sickening clench of your stomach that accompanies the few hours after a meal are purely a token of cruelty. Reprimanding you for losing your stomach is a fun game.
- “What, not good enough for you delicate sensibilities? Someone slaved for over that for hours, you know. So sorry all that hard work didn’t meet your lofty standards.”
- Without the sun, your circadian rhythm is derailed completely. You never know what time it is, morning or evening, night or day. Genji’s comings and goings are purposefully erratic.
- There’s nothing to occupy you for the hours he’s away- but you can count on his absences never stretching longer than a scant day. He keeps you in his own room, which is very much lived in- but he also craves you like an addiction, and can’t stay away for long.
- You find yourself looking forward to his company. It disgusts you, and yet you haven’t seen another human face in all the time you’ve been here. You don’t know how long you’ve been here. Months? A year? The thought rocks your brain like a storm-battered ship. It takes you several minutes to remember how to breathe.
- When you open your eyes, Genji is crouched in front of you, arms slung over his knees and head cocked to the side. You want to yell- you used to yell until you went hoarse, to argue anything he said or did.
- He’d just gather up your wrists, laughing, and collapse the two of you on the mattress until you settled or he fell asleep. Arguing was a piece of who you were, before all of this. Genji had sucked it dry, amusement glinting in his eyes whenever you went off or made an attempt at disagreement.
- Sometimes, he’d indulge you, let you argue with him, would even bait you into it. And then,
- “Hey, you know what I just remembered? That it doesn’t fucking matter what you think.”
- And if the mood struck him, a pair of hands would wrap around your throat until you saw spots, until your arms wouldn’t lift to claw at his wrists. Then the pressure would release, and you’d suck down air in sweet, stinging gulps. Bursts of unhealthy color wrap around your neck like phantom imprints, slowly choking the life from you.
- He traces them with a gentle finger, and smiles. This time, it’s soft; genuine. It frightens you, more unnerving than his predatory grins.
- “I hope you never stop fighting me, babe. ‘Cause you’re gonna be here for a long time. Better make the best of it!”