You remembered it well. A man with dark skin. Long black trench coat. Glasses you were able to see behind. He called too you. After you left your work already overwhelmed and overworked. He knew your name yet you never met him before. It freaked you out. He told you about the matrix. He explained everything too you. It's not like you didn't believe him. Some part of you knew he was right deep down.
He gave you a choice. The red pill or the blue pill. You wanted to be left alone. You were tired and frustrated. You slapped the pills out of his hands, not entirely trusting him. Storming off back to you home. Leaving him behind it began to rain slowly. You walked till you reached an under pass. Watching as the rain grew heavy, hitting the ground with more force each second. Frustration began to boil over until you were interrupted by a black car pulling up beside you. Three men in dark grey suits and glasses you couldn't see though got out of the car.
The man Infront of you that you would later learn name was agent smith. Spoke to you.
"miss y/n, we have reason to believe you have been in contact with a dangerous criminal by the name of Morpheus. Please come with us, it's for your own safety"
You don't know why but you trusted him. Allowing yourself to take his outreach hand as he led you to the back of the car. When you got back to the building you learned all their names and they gave you another run down on the matrix. Since you didn't take the blue pill you still remembered all the information Morpheus told you.
Agent smith gave you a choice. Help them, l leave your job and have everything you needed provided for. You obviously took that offer. It took smith the longest to warm up too you though he was always a gentleman. Brown was always asking questions wanting to know your opinion on everything. Every question he asked, no matter the answer you gave was always followed up by 'but why?'
Jone....well.....was like a wall. He would act as a physical shield for you and took things to head on. If you were doubled over in pain due to something like the flu. And said "ugh I've been stabbed" this man would whip his head round so fast and move to your side you're convinced you didn't see him move. You always had to be incredible transparent with him.
Hanging with them was always nice....it's a shame it was all over.
Reality comes crashing back when the stinging in your abdomen only gets worse. Hands naturally moving to hold the area only to come back up to your line of vision covered in blood. Something happened. It happened so fast you didn't even have time to realise until it was too late.
A bomb went off or something. And bits of shrapnel flew everywhere and dust from the old building kicked up. You looked down slowly. Seeing a large bit of metal lodged in your abdomen wheezing slightly as your knees slowly gave away causing you to fall down onto your back. You didn't hit the floor hard. Like you had slowly be lowered onto the floor.
Looking up blinking away the tears and fuzzyness. Seeing smith as one hand pressed firmly into your side to stop the bleeding as one hand rested behind your head preventing you from slamming it into the floor.
You laughed weakly only to break out in a harsh cough. Smith wasn't looking at you as he focused on your wound pulling your top up to see the damage. You pressed a firm hand onto his chest in an attempt to push him away. This caught his attention as he looked up at you.
"Don't watch me die, i won't let this be your last memory of me"
You coughed up more. Something strange happened that you never thought would happen as Smith's hand rubbed your cheek bone. With an almost tenderness too it.
"this won't be, if I have anything to do with it"
Everything in-between that seems fuzzy. Unable to recall even moving. For a moment you thought you had died. Was this what death was like? Remembering your last moment. There was so much you wanted-"Ow!"
You groaned and tried to sit up. Eyes opening as you were firmly shoved back down. There was a sharp cling of metal on metal and gloves coming off. You vision coming back too you slowly. Brown had his back too you as he had discarded the metal shrapnel into a sterile tray. And was now removing his gloves. You were laying on the sofa inside the office you became so familiar with these past few months
Jones was kneeling next to you. His own blazer discarded over your knees as a blood filled IV linked your arm to his as blood traveled though it. It was almost like he could hear your thoughts.
"my blood is universal, it adapts. Don't worry"
He murmured as he ran his thumb over your forehead. Smith was by the large glass window. Hands behind his back as he looked out. Unmoving. Silent. Scary. Brown then came back into view.
"you almost died"
He mumbled as he put on a fresh pair of gloves and began to put small amount sof pressure around your wound looking for a reaction.
"don't have to tell me that. I was there"
I joked seemingly to raise my own mood and no one elses.smith snapped his head over to you.
"Don't joke like that"
He stated firmly as he faced you but made no move to come any closer.
"you are no longer going on mission"
He stated as if it was a fact. The others seemed to agree but made no move to speak up.
"what you ca-N'T!"
You whined as brown out pressure to close to your wound. He quickly apologised as Smith spoke up.
"we will give you paper work. Keep you busy"
"I don't want paper wo-RK! Are you doing that on purpose!?"
You asked brown as he put too much pressure again. He said nothing. In his terms that was a yes. Telling you silently to just shut up. Yet also showing his point but reminding you of your injury.
"you don't have a choice in the matter"
Jones shifted beside you as he pulled the iv out of his own arm but kept it in yours. He began to fiddled with the end of the iv as he pressed a liquid into it.
"this isn't a conversation you are involved in. Just go to sleep"
As the liquid hit your IV you felt your eyes grow heavy as your head loled to one side as your eyes shut.
Sinclair brothers reaction to a victim that looks like their mom?
Extra hurt comfort and reader comforting them <33
Vincent freezes, the knife falls from his hands. He just stands there, staring. You can't see his face or his eyes behind the mask, but you can feel his gaze on you, curious, studying.
Bo laughs, nervously, breathlessly. Then he takes a step closer, grabs your chin. "What an... interesting joke." His voice is soft, trembling.
His hands are shaking. Bo always thought he hated his mother, that if he had the chance, he would have taken revenge on her for the terrible childhood that still left scars. But here he is, standing in front of a copy of his mother in the flesh. The child inside him is crying, longing for even a brief moment of affection from his mother, for love and acceptance. All this time, he has been doing what she wanted, supporting her vision and her museum. Hasn't he accomplished enough? Doesn't he deserve some affection?
Slowly, Bo kneels in front of your seated figure. His face is buried in your thighs, his fingers clenching your knees. He's sobbing softly, unused to such a flood of emotions.
You don't know what to do. But you... feel sorry for him. Your fingers find their way into his hair, gently stroking him. Bo's shoulders slump, and another soft sob escapes his lips.
Vincent takes a cautious step closer, then another, and another. He stops next to you and gently wraps his arms around your neck, burying his head in your shoulder. You flinch, but don't pull away. You wrap your free arm around him, stroking his side. Vincent's strong body trembles with a barely audible sob.
A slight smile plays on Lester's lips. The smallest, the least familiar with parental warmth.
"Mom... I'm... I'm big now. I make my bed myself and tie my shoelaces... without Vince..."
His eyes are sad and innocent, like a child's, and his lips are trembling with a smile. He's waiting for praise. Praise from his mother. Will you praise him?
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This is like the first meeting. Lemme know if you wanna change something here. If you like it I'll make headcanons about your life together)
Ever since i stopped using character ai i have started to write about characters I don’t see many fanfics off because support real creators and not ai slop. Sorry if this is bad. Just trying to do my best for the world
The sun beamed down on you though the window causing you to stir. You were propped up against the window laying on you hand.you didn’t know how long you had been asleep for. Opening your eyes and rubbing them. Looking around the caravan you remember going on a trip with your parents too the Australian outback. Seeing your brother with his head back against the seat with his mouth wide opened as he snored. In the front your mother and father idly chatting. Looking out the window you could see you were currently stationed. Sitting up slightly against your chair you leaned forward. “Are we there yet? Why have we stopped”
“God damn it Y/N why must you always ask a question every five minutes can you see we are clearly not there yet?! Stupid girl” your mother said nothing i defend you. Looking out the window to see the sun slowly setting behind a few hills. It looked beautiful, you smiled up at it as a loud bang of the car door slamming caught your attention. Your father got out and walked around the van, his boots crunching against the sand. As he slams open the engine to look at the car.
You watched the sun for what felt like hours and it really was hours as your brother had woken up and was sitting by the fire your mother had made outside some time ago. Looking up at the now dark sky you could hear gravel crunching as head lights came into view and a light blue truck stopped by the caravan. The door open and a tall bloke stepped out. He wore a wide brimmed hat and had red flanked shirt with the sleeves rolled up. “What the bloody hell are you lot doing out heard” your father raised his head to look at the man, not happy about the intrusion. “We broke down” the guy laughed a deep laugh that you hold at the back of your throat. “Let me take a look. I know a few things about. Car if i do say so myself” he rolled up his sleeves more and got to looking at his own truck. Thought the bright headlights you could see the shadow of a large gun sitting atop his dash board.
After some clunking about in the engine he raised back up wiping his hands. “Your engines dead. I could replace the battery if you wanted but my place is a while back” you got out of the caravan looking up at him “if you can tow us surely you can tow us back to town” you ask sceptically but you dad snapped his head towards you. You instinctively took a few steps back. Your father composed himself in front of the new person. Mick looked down at him with and slightly open mouth and unreadable eyes. “We would love a tow to your place if you don’t mind mate” the man said nothing as he kept looking at your father slightly nodding his head. You father grew tense under his cold gaze. He licked his lips trying to find something to say. “Look I’m sorry if she offended you mate, you know how teens are, they never know when to keep their fucking mouth shut you know”
The man nodded before speaking up”nah, I don’t know” he said in a gruff voice his expression still unchanging till he laughed again. You fathers shoulders relaxed as he laughed along out of relief then out of actual joy. “Let me get you hooked up and I’ll drive you back to my place” you mother and brother packed up their chairs and got back into the caravan. You went to follow before the man spoke up “little lady can ride up with me if she wants” before you could respond your father spoke up for you “nah she will only talk your ear off mate” your father pressed a hand against our shoulder and shoved you into the caravan.
The tow there was long and tedious. No sign of life for miles only vast open outback. By the time you made it to his place you all hopped out the car as the man began to have a look at your car. You family settled by the fire he had set up for them. Sitting in chairs “plenty of water there if you want, nothing like water from the top end” your family helped themselves as your mother thanked him. Mick was elbow deep in the front of the caravan fixing things as you walked up to him.”thanks for helping us” you mumbled as you leaned against the caravan. He popped up from the engine looking up you, silent for a while before speaking “ah it ain’t no problem little lady, lots of people get lost around here, happy to help” he whipped his hands on a cloth and was looking at the parts on his small table he had set up.
“Your dad always this much of a prick” he asked you suddenly, this took you by surprise. “Excuse me?” He looked at you “ i saw the way he went too hit ya, my old man also used to have a temper you know” he went back to his table. You fiddled with your hands trying to stir the conversation “ what did you say your name was” “oh ah, my names mick” he had turned back around to you. With an outstretched hand “you slowly reached for his hand “it’s lovely to meet you mick, I’m Y/N” “Y/N, were is that from?” “Oh I’m front England” “oh you’re one of those pommys ain’t ya” he laughed to himself as he went back to fixing the car. You were slightly offended. “What did you just call me” you were angry and you were about to help him know it, he sat back up laughing to himself “oh calm down now little lady I didn’t mean no offence, but i do like it when girls like you have some bite. You need to have bite in this world…..or else….youll be eaten alive” he laughed to himself.
You whipped around to storm off but he quickly snatched your wrist tightly “look now, its not nice to walk away when someone is talking too you. I was trying to give you a bit of advice and you just walk right off” he ranked you closer causing you to stumble a bit “you wanna kill him, don’t ya. I can see it in your eyes. Loads of people go missing in the outback. I’m just saying if he went missing then no one would question it” he let go of your wrist and laughed to himself as you scrambled off back to the fire. He laughed to himself as he went back to the van.
Sitting down by the fire watching your currently sleeping family you took a sip of the water. Gazing at your father with nothing but pure hatered. You didn’t have the chance to do much as your eyes felt heavy. You laid down by the fire gazing into it as you fell asleep. The sleep was peaceful, silent. Thinking about the time you had spent today. The sky, the hills the sun. It was all so amazing. The silence was ruined by a loud slang of a door opening. You sat up, you were in a small shell on top of the blanket you fell asleep on with mick looming over you in a grey tank top and jeans, his hat was no gone from his head. “Rise and shine princess we got work to do” he laughed to himself as he grabbed you by the arm. Before you hand time to react he yanked you up and lead you out of the small shed and though the camp into a garage of sort. Looking around with all of his guns and missing people posters. Screaming as you saw your dad tied up to a metal beam, bleeding at the eye with a busted lip.
You screamed and thrashed about as mick wrapped his arms around you pinning you arms to your sides and lifted you off the ground. “Look if you keep thrashing about you wont get to have the surprise i planned for you” he laughed to himself as you kept thrashing. “You finally get what you have always wanted to do, kill dear old dad here” you only kept thrashing and screaming “right if you keep acting like this I’m going to have to start cutting off fingers to teach you a lesson” you stopped thrashing and could only cry. “See isn’t that better” he spun you around to face him. “Now now, enough with those tears before you get on my last nerve, yeah?” You nodded biting your lip as you held back tears.
“Good girl” he pulled the knife from is belt causing you to flinch. He laughed at this. “Come on now I’m not going to cut yah, unless you make me” he laughs as he pays the knife into your hands, wrapping his hands around your own to keep it in your grip. “Now you are going to kill him, watch the life drain from his eyes like you want” he forced you to drive the blade int your own father’s stomach as he screamed in agony. Mick laughed as you cried out unable to pull away. He forced your hand to twist the knife as your father screamed more. The blood poured from his wound as mick pulled away. You fell back as mick guided you to the floor as you cried. He forced you head in the irection to watch what was happening, the knife now forgotten in your lap. “Watch him, cry and scream like the little pommy basted he is” mick laughed.
Gripping the knife in your hands your spun around to try stabb him but the move was obvious as mick grabbed your wrist tightly bending it back as the knife fell from your hands clattering to the floor. “Don’t you ever dare turn a knife on me again you little bitch or else you’ll see another side to me you don’t like” he shoves you too the side and you fall to the floor a sobbing mess your father now gone silent. You scrambled back as mick grabbed you hair pulling you back forcing you to gaze up at him. “Play nice and I’ll keep you around, I’ll teach you right. Like a farther is supposed to do for his little girl” he gripped your chin with his other hand forcing you too look up. “If you don’t play along i can assure you, that i will put you into your place, you got that?” You nodded swiftly as he pulled up a chair from the desk and sat you on it. Facing your father who was wheezing. “ now I’m going to teach you how to fire a gun, pay attention” he pulled the rifle off of his desk and loaded it before clocking it. He stood behind you as he forced you to aim it at your own father with shaking hands. Staring down the barrel you looked at your old man.
“Now sweetheart, just pull the trigger and you’ll stay with me, don’t and ill make you wish you hand”
You shut your eyes your fingers trembled as you pulled the trigger and a crack rang out of the man in front of you collapsed into himself. Mick chuckled to himself and took his rifle back. He giggled to himself. “That’s my girl, got great aim just like her dad” sitting there shaking as he patted your head like a pet. Your life had just been ruined in front of you and it was your fault. You could only wonder what happened to your other family but now it seems you would have to play along with this sick fuck.
It was a seldom rule...a rule that people in town would usually follow.
'Don't touch Standford's wife'
Everyone knew that!
Even though the townies tried to tell the man that was hitting on you to just leave you be he decided to ignore them.
They didn't know of he was stupid or just didn't care but either way it was out of their hands now.
Not when Ford caught wind of it, oh be he'll learn they always do.
Running his thumb across your swollen lips, wiping away the lipstick. Your body was still trembling from the love making. You did your best to catch your breath as Ford fixed himself, the man not caring much about your disheveled appearance or know he wanted that bastard to know how good he fucked you.
"Do you think, you could ever handle her." Ford tried to not growl as his fingers ran down your neck, tracing the marks he left her.
He tensed, body ridged as he slowly turned to face the man tied in the chair trembling. His fingers pushing up his glasses they tinted in the light, the Author taking another step towards him. "Pathetic."
His fingers clutching an amulet in his grasp as he bent down to meet the terrified gaze of the man, a smirk slowly forming on his lips. "I'll show you what it mean's to touch what is mine...it's just a shame you won't live through it but your careless act will be a warning to the other's."
Adverting her gaze from the grizzly act, you examined your nails doing your best to tune out the man's screams.
You knew this man's death would mean nothing, it never did but at least it was good entertainment not to mention Ford spoiling you after the deed was done.
Slipping off the desk, you sauntered over to the man as your arms wrapped around his waist. "If you're not careful you'll get blood over your nice suit."
Scoffing, Ford adverted his gaze as he stepped away from the corpse. "I'm fine...though I may have went a bit over board." He muttered. "I'll have someone clean this up. I want that dress burned."
"Perfect! I had my eye's set on a cute set."
Grasping his hand, his fingers bringing a comfort, a touch that washed away that man's touch. "Anything for you dear."
summary: your demon exes who you locked away when the honmoon was sealed crash your wedding
warning(s): unedited work, yandere!saja boys, murder and kinda angsty
her hair is pinned high and her dress is terribly big and hard to move in. she don’t feel like yourself or like a princess the way everyone tolf her she should feel. she feels like she’s signing her life away.
and she feels terrible for feeling that way. it wasn’t her fiance’s fault that she had chosen him.
but right now she wished she could hide out somewhere till this all was over.
she lets out a sigh playing with her necklace. the one jinu had given to her. “having second thoughts?”
“yeah.” she responds before she realizes the voice wasn’t in her head and she freezes. an intoxicating laugh feels the area, her eyes dragging up to the mirror and there in the reflection jinu stood tall behind her. a haunting smile on his lips, one she had secretly missed for centuries.
“hey angel.” he waves and her heart is beating against her rib cage is what it feels like. “j…jinu?” her voice is breathless like she’s struggling to breath. “in the flesh.” he shrugged but this couldn’t be real. jinu was gone. her boys were gone.
heartbreakingly enough she had been the one to help huntrix close the honmoon, lock her lovers away. she had betrayed them for the sake of mankind. it was a guilt she lived with everyday.
he couldn’t be here. it was clearly her second thoughts forming into some strange delusion. her eyes squeezed shut trying to make the delusion disappear, squeezing her hands into fists “you’re not real.” she told herself before taking a deep breath and opening her eyes once more and he was gone.
she let out a breath of relief going to turn towards the door only to be faced with jinu once more “not happy to see me?” he has a faux pout on his pink lips and she stumbled back quickly.
“how are you…”
“here?” he finished her sentence for her “i couldn’t miss my wife’s wedding day.” his words are mocking her in a way. “not after you locked us away. you didn’t think that’d keep us away forever did you.”
“us?”
her eyes shoot over the couch where her phone lies on the couch cushion before they shot back to him.
she should call someone, rumi.
she tries moves fast towards the couch where he phone lies but she isn’t fast enough, her dress making it bard to move because her phone is being snatched away. romance. “tooooooo slooooooow baby.” his laugh is bright, as he waves the phone in her face throwing himself back on the couch
she takes step back only to bump into someone else. the clip that was holding your hair up was pulled out and her hair fell loose. “that’s better.” abby. before she gets the chance to run his large arm wraps around her waist, the other one around her chest to pin her to him.“you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” he taunts her nuzzling his face in her hair, he takes a deep breath in. smelling her. he shut his eyes at her scent “you still smell so perfect.” he hummed as she tried to move against him but his strength was too much just as the other three boys came into frame.
“cute dress” baby threw himself on the couch beside romance but mystery leaned against the wall. both had unreadable looks on their face.
“i thought you’d at least run into my arms.” jinu says he’s pinching your veil your fiance had hand picked himself between his fingers as if even holding it made him feel disgusted. he throws it into the trash bin before his eyes meet hers again.
“you guys can’t be here.” she spoke, her fingers wrapping around abby’s forearm that was pinning her to him. “can’t or shouldn’t be?” baby’s words are bitter like the expression on his face.
she could feel their anger, their pain at your betrayal. they trusted you more than anything and you got rid of them to find some human guy or at least thats how they saw it but that wasn’t what it was.
she had to make a choice.
she was given a terribly hard one and she didn’t choose them. she chose families, she chose those poor children whose souls would’ve been taken if huntrix hadn’t closed the honmoon.
but her body misses them, her heart yearns for her boys like they have never yearned for another.
she liked her fiance but he was only the textbook version of what she thought she wanted in a man.
“you betrayed us.” mystery finally spoke up, a frown on his face. she can’t speak suddenly or doesn’t know how, how to explain why she had done what she did. “do you know what it was like down there? trying to reach you everyday but our connection weakening more and more because you didn’t want us anymore.”
“no.” she shook her hesd quickly, she wanted them more than anything. “i had to.” she tried to explain but jinu tsks shaking his head “you had build a relationship with a human so much so that you’re going to marry.” his words are angry, they tear into her skin more than she realized they would.
“you’re going to marry another.” abby’s arms tightened around her chest. territorially like if he held her close enough she’d never leave again. “y/n’s not getting married.” jinu spits angrily disgust dripping from him even at the thought.
he looked different, darker, angrier. they had took her from him and that would never happen again. he would never let it happen again.
“she’s already my wife.” he smirked taking a step towards her, his fingers brushing against her cheek and her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. oh, how she missed him. “we never got a wedding though, did we?” the words sent chills up her spine and goosebumps on her arms. she looked at him and she can see something dancing in his eyes, in all of theirs.
something she didn’t know.
her eyes dragged towards the clock, it’s half past 2 and she was already supposed to be walking down the aisle. no one had come for her.
“what’d you do?” she moved in abby’s grip and this time he let her free chuckling softly. laughing at her. she doesn’t get far because jinu places his hand on her arms, rubbing them up and down with smile. his eyes running over her like he’s hungry like he needs her more than air and that’s because he does. he can’t function without her.
he needs her.
“bring him in.” jinu waved his hand and then in a red mist romance was off the couch. the door busted open to reveal romance dragging in her fiancée. he stumbled nervously onto the floor “i’m sorry!” he cried when romance shoved him to her feet.
“what’d you do?!” she shoved jinu’s shoulder angrily but he didn’t budge before attempting to kneel down in front of her fiance but abby pulled her back with a rough hand. “not yet.” he told her , his thumb caressing her shoulder as if to bring her some comfort.
“y/n.” her fiancée grabbed at her dress with fear, he curled up by her leg like a scared puppy. she had never seen him like this. baby laughed at him “he’s so scared.” he pointed kneeling down on the floor in front of him “leave him alone.”
baby looked away from the man whimpering on the ground to y/n “this is the scum of a man you chose?” he scoffed “he doesn’t appreciate you not like we did.”
he was right. her fiancée worked late constantly and she only saw him sometimes. she was settling. “he’s perfectly fine.” she still defended him leaning down to her fiancée once more and mystery let out a growl pushing between jinu and y/n grabbing her wrist. “even when he’s cheating on you?” the words linger in the air for a moment as if they were truly sinking in. “that’s the perfect white wedding you want?” she pulled her arm out of his grip. he hadn’t meant to be so mean, not to his baby but how could she love and defend someone who had no respect for her.
“no.” she started trying to get the words out
but suddenly, everything felt too much.
too deep.
only a few minutes it took to ruin the perfect life she had built while they were away. the life she had to make and they were the ones to blame. she looked at the 4 demons in front of her, her eyes filled with tears and her knees felt weak when abby wrapped an arm around her as if he sensed her getting weak and she didn’t bother fighting leaning back into his chest.
“they’re lying!” her fiancée started begging by her feet but she couldn’t even look at him “shut up.” romance nudged him with his foot. “we know about your secretary.” everything feels heavy, so heavy because one thing she knew about her boys.
they never lied to her.
but god, she wished they were. she missed them more than anything but in this moment she couldn’t help but wish they weren’t there. “i was happy.” a small cry and the room shifted. suddenly it felt heavy on them too. her eyes connected with jinu “why’d you come back?” the words were cruel spilling from her lips but the boys didn’t care.
because they had waited so long to get back to care. she was angry with them now, yes but she would love them again. they knew she would so they’d crush everything to feel that from her.
they’d kill and they’d maim if it meant having their angel.
“for you.”
the sentiment only made everything feel worse. she let out a whimper at abby’s words as he pulled her as close to him as possible. he was always soft with her, she wqs his safe place as he was hers. she was everything to him.
“you weren’t happy.” jinu scoffed grabbing her fiancée by the arm yanking him up to his feet as he begged jinu to let him go. “you think we couldn’t feel you? you think we couldn’t hear your cries, feel your sadness.” he wrapped his hand around the fiancée’s throat.
“no!” she cried but abby held her still as jinu continued “he hurt you and for that he deserves to die.” abby’s large hand slides over her eyes to shield her from the horrors but ir didn’t hide the sound of the cracking of her fiance’s neck.
she cried softly at the sound.
“shh shh.” jinu’s voice was soft contrasting his terrifying actions, abby uncovered your eyes but she didn’t want to open them. didn’t want ro see the monsters they had become.
the ones she made them become.
“don’t wanna ruin your makeup. we still have a wedding to attend baby, right?” jinu cooed at her wiping the tears from her eyes ignoring rhe way she flinched when he touched her. the words hit y/n like a brick.
“what?”
“we can’t have a true wedding without some witnesses, right?” he presses a kiss to her forehead. her eyes are wide but he doesn’t seem to care about her nervous expression.
“let’s get you in an dress that’s worthy of you my love.”
ik the ending is kinda abrupt but i’ve been sitting on this draft for days unsure of how to finish it. pls lmk what you think and feel free to send any ideas or concepts to my inbox! and lmk what you think.
for shan yu, you are his destiny. for you, he is the man that kidnapped you. love at first sight is a tale as old as time. he just didn't expect you wouldn't believe in it.
cw: love at first sight. meet cute. public nudity. accidental voyeurism. murder couple in the making. yandere. kidnapping. shan "i'll make you my empress" yu x fem!reader "what's your name?". in this house we hate the misogynist version of Shan Yu in Mulan (2020).
an: rip moon you would've loved hearing nu metal while doing the dishes. also my favorite dinamic is war criminal x someone that would have the time of their live being a nun.
The wind howled against his ears. Trees spoke in their ancient language. Silently, the world continue to move. Harmonic in its apparent chaos, carefully built even in its broken pieces, the world continued to be.
It was quiet there. Not maddening as the silence of soldiers well aware of their wrongdoings. Not numb as the moment right before a battle. Not debilitating as his sleepless, lonely midnights.
It was quiet there in the mountains, but not still. The world wasn't holding its breath, muscles clenching in tension or fear. It was what it has always been: uncaring, an indiferent witness to mankind.
Man can die, man can kill. The wind will keep on howling either way.
Marching forward in the monster's belly, he thought. A battle against time. An unstoppable war against the inevitable end.
Stupidly feverish, Shan Yu then admitted to himself. He ignored as his body plead for rest, instead riding his horse away from comfort. Shan Yu is the one to blame for his boiling mind and those irrational, melancolic thoughts.
Following an old path hidden by trees, Shan Yu travelled deeper into the mountains. The cut on his forearm throbbed. It would need new bandages, he could feel the blood drying against his sore skin.
Still, Shan Yu chose the ruthlessness of the mountain and whispers of a tired mind rather than the bought hospitality of an warm inn. More so, he chose silence over chaos.
He needed to think. To plan.
His armies invaded China. Battle after battle, they were always victorious. Now they understand this place. His generals trained soldiers with new formations that fit this land better. But real victory isn't as near as Shan Yu would want to.
His army is at disadvantage. They are in the enemy's territory. They are the ones moving forward instead of defending what they already own. They are the ones making arrangements with villages because a war this long means more food, more water, more time.
Shan Yu left his army behind, allowing them to celebrate. It was a good deal with the village's leader, whom only desire was to keep his people safe. He need his man confident, excited with the prospects of war. Let the alcohol soothe their minds, they earned it.
Alone, facing the place he must conquer, Shan Yu could deal with the stratagems. Challenged, he must find a way to humiliate the Emperor. To make even his own people turn their backs on him.
A sneeze made the strategist give place to the warrior.
The horse stopped with the pressure of his feet. Still as stone, Shan Yu searched for the source of it. He wasn't being followed. That he knows. This can't be a trap. At least not a good one.
He jumped to the ground, hand already searching for his jagged jian. He stopped at the handle, not wanting the steel to reflect light and warn his enemy. It was time to hunt.
Following his instincts, he wandered between the trees. His feet were light on the ground. This threat won't be able to gasp before he attacks.
He found a river bank surrounded by stones. No signs of an ambush. He couldn't smell anything strange in the air, only the... No. Shan Yu stopped moving. He felt something sweet. A strong perfume in the air.
Shan Yu glared at the river, now unsure of what he was looking for. Maybe it wasn't a trap. After all, that's not an important village. No soldiers or officers live here. Maybe this old hidden path isn't as old or as hidden as he thought. Maybe he's hunting something that simply isn't aware of him.
Then he noticed. Clothes folded in the river bank, a towel spread on a stonr, a basket half-filled with shells and stones.
Deep into the river, your fingers brushed against a shell. You grabbed it, and checked if anything lived inside of it yet. It was a few inches bigger than your hand, and in a beautiful shade of green.
A cold breeze welcomed you to the surface. You took a deep breath, shaking your head and getting the water away from your eyes. Your face felt like it was burning, but you know the cold was causing it.
You cleaned the shell, brushing your fingers against the mud stucked inside it. It really was a beautiful shade of green. Brighter than you could see underwater.
Absolutely perfect for your collection. All other green shells you've ever found had crustaceans living inside of them, and you would never leave them without a home. This one will make it all even more special.
You laughed to youself, observing all its details. You continued to explore the surface, crossing the river a few more times. You knew it like the palm of your hand. Maybe even better than your own bedroom.
You can be bored, overwhelmed, exhausted: this place solves it easily. Its silence involves your brain, and its water washes over the very fabric of your soul. You can feel it. The knots coming lose, the tissue shining, each thread becoming softer.
Shan Yu released the handle of his jian when you emerged, froze in place as his eyes followed your every movement. As if cursed, his body wasn't his to control anymore. Immovable muscles, unstoppable heart. His worries were shut down, any hardship simply erased from his usually sharp memory.
Moonlight blinded him for an instant. No, it was you. Your light was that bright. Was he seeing your soul? Brighter than the moon, as enebriating as barley, more soothing than popy.
Your light casts no shadow.
Were you a witch? A sorceress dominating his body and mind, sinking Shan Yu into a trance he would never want to get out of. Or were you a siren? Luring him into the water, waiting for the perfect chance to bite his heart out of his chest.
He can't believe you're any of those. None could be half as beautiful as you. A nymph. Only that could explain your beauty.
He admire you. The old scar on your knees, stretch marks on your waist, freckles on your back. The way your eyes shone as you collected your shells, how your body moved as if the water wasn't an obstacle but a path made for you to follow.
It was so cold, but that didn't stopped you from doing what you wanted. It takes a certain hunger to do something you desire despite the world around you. For now, deep into the mountains, you were free.
Your laugh made him forget about everything. That sound was deserving of a thousand praises. People should dedicate their lifes for the chance of witnessing you blossoming.
A small price for such a great gift.
But you sneezed, and that woke up Shan Yu from his trance. He was reminded of where he was and who he is. Of how cold it was. Shan Yu looked at your clothes again. Such a light tissue would never fully protect you. Unlike his fur.
Unlike him.
With a storm for a heart, Shan Yu approached. Glaring at your back, he purposely stepped on a branch.
Part of you hoped to be surprised by an animal, but you knew someone was standing behind you. You couldn't see who was there, but you knew someone not looking for trouble wouldn't be there.
It's fair ground then.
"If you want to approach me, do it", you whispered. You didn't need to be any louder to be heard. Your fingers clenched around the shell you were studying, aware the only thing stopping it from being a weapon was your intent. "But I am not fazed by blood."
A chuckled was heard. A man, of course it was. What surprised you was to hear him walking away.
You turned around, but all you saw was the stranger's back as he dissapeared among the trees. Folded over your clothes, you found a wolf fur coat. You hesitate before brushing your wet fingers against it. It was so warm and soft.
Warm, soft and real.
You were quick to get out of the river, drying yourself with a towel. You put on your clothes, took the basket and ran towards the old path you made sure to hide with stones. Apparently not everyone was deceived by it.
A scream came out of your throat as you bumped into someone. Your basket fell on the ground as a familiar hand squeezed your shoulder.
"Mom", you whispered. You blinked, trying to stop yourself from feeling... whatever it was that you were feeling. You gave her your brightest smile, kneeling down to grab all your things. "I know it's late, I was already heading back home."
That earned you a hiss. You did your best to hold the smile. "You're trembling", she said. "I've warned you. You'll get sick."
"I won't", you said. "I promise."
She bit back a smile. So calm, so full of certain. Making promises you can't possibly keep, and somehow keeping them anyway.
"You better", she took the basket from your hand, looking at your new findings. "Your father already has enough patients as it is."
Going back home was always the worst part, but even there you could feel the cage closing around you. One thing is to be alone at the river, other to be lonely at your home. There nothing can distract you from thinking until your mind is far away from this village.
Instead of walking forward, you glanced back.
Part of you knew he would be there. Like a ghost at the corner of your eyes. It still chocked you to see his sillhouet there, a blurr in the darkness, right where you left the coat.
Now, you were the one observing him. Trying to understand him. Had he stayed there, hidden somewhere to observe you after his gift? Or did he heard your scream, and only then decided to come back?
You forced yourself to move away. Your mother could never see him. It would be the end of your free evenings if she ever discovered you were naked, futhermore if she even dreamed a man was near.
Unaware of your curious gaze, Shan Yu brushed the mark of your wet fingers on his coat. It got your attention, earned your touch, gained the sweet perfume of your skin. It was a gift, and one you so politely declined.
As if a saint would ever accept anything coming from a conqueror. "Now that is a challenge."
Back at the inn, Shan Yu was a new man. Maybe it was your laugh. Perhaps your freedom. Now, Shan Yu wasn't worrying anymore.
He already knew what to do.
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A scream woke you up.
You pulled the blanket away from your sweaty body, hands trembling as you moved. Surrounded by darkness, your heart beating so loud you could feel it twitching on your ears, you sat on the bed and faced the darkness surrounding you.
A nightmare. Squeezing the fabric of your nightgown, you tried to force yourself to calm down. Don't allow it to consume you, you thought. Be good, be quiet.
They were gone for a while now. It's been a few weeks since you last woke up at midnight, silence devouring you alive, searching for a comfort that just wasn't there. After a lifetime of nights filled with terror, you saw the anesthetized sleep as a good omen.
Should you see this night as a bad one?
Part of you hoped to be proven wrong. With your fingers brushing against your lips, you wonded if you really screamed in your sleep. In worse nights, worse times, you would wake up to your father holding you down. He isn't there, your house is silent.
Everything is fine.
But hope is a treacherous thing. So easily it lift you up to your feet, so quickly it shoves you down on the ground again.
Of course you father isn't holding you down. Of course your house is silent. Of course you feel alone. It's because you are.
A messenger came a few hours ago. Someone was injured. If they didn't bring the girl there, the reason was obvious: it was so bad they were afraid to move her. And if your parents aren't home already, then it is worse than you have imagined.
You hugged yourself. You know that being alone in that house is the first step for your mind to break you. You would start to think about this place, about your old home, and soon your mind would worry about the place you need to go when he is back.
If he comes back. After this war is over, will you have a husband you despise or a funeral to attend? A husband you dislike is easy to deal with, specialy if he comes back sick and tired. To find another one is worse: they might chose one you hate.
Steps made you stop worrying. Your heard the gate swing open, and that made you walk barefeet to the entrance of your home. Brushing your eyes, you noticed a shadow getting closer to the main door. They're home now.
For now, all you wanted was to not be alone anymore. "I had another nightmare", you spoke while sliding the door open, aware they could hear you from the other side. "Is she dead?"
Instead of what you expected, you saw him.
His golden gaze felt so heavy on your skin. The tall man, surrounded by darkness as if it was his to command, covered by fur and smelling like steel and iron. His sword glistened, his teeth too.
You felt like a prey. A sleepy rabbit facing a hungry wolf. His gaze reminded you of a predator, a cruel one playing with its meal.
Then you saw the eagle on his broad arm. That made you aware of his name. Oh, how you head the whispers. A man surrounded by death and blood. The bearer of destruction and fear. Leader of an army with a single duty: to break China apart.
"No one died tonight", Shan Yu whispered, somehow apologetic. As if he was an unexpected visitor with a good reason to surprise you, not a wild man that appeared in the middle of the night armed while you're alone. "You had another nightmare?"
You should've screamed. You should've ran away from him. But instead, understanding the only thing keeping Shan Yu from being violent is his desire to do so, you looked into his eyes and pretended to be fine. "What do you seek here?"
Closer, Shan Yu discovered he was wrong about you. The light inside your eyes was a mistake of his. They're on fire. Burning inside you, you soul warmed him.
"Your heart", Shan Yu answered, taking a step back. "Care to join me?"
You glared at the open gates, then at his eyes again. You waited for a manic laugh, a mean gaze, anything that showed the violence implicit on his words. If it was there, your eyes didn't catch it.
A hun after a chinese. A man oathed to destroy your nation asking for your heart. Maybe a few years ago when you were young and stupid this could almost sound like a fairytale. You know how to name this situation: spoil of war.
"You said no one died tonight", your throat burned. "But if I don't follow you... someone will, right?"
It took him a second, but the true meaning of your words hit Shan Yu like a poisoned arrow. "I wasn't threatening you", he started to clarify his intentions, but you stepping forward shut him.
Shan Yu saw anger on your eyes, disgust on the curl of your lips. Violence fits you heavenly. "But you will hurt others", how dry you sounded. Heartless. But he could see the truth behind it all. You were about to explode, but couldn't allow yourself to. "I rather not see this village burn like the others you passed by."
Shan Yu takes what he wants, claims what he desire, get rid of what doesn't fit his goals. But you're not a thing to be possessed. You're a person. A person that shines and burns. He can't take your love from you. Shan Yu can only hope for it.
Shan Yu wants to earn you.
"You will be my empress", he declared. "My heart is yours. I will wait until you feel the same. I won't touch you unless you allow me. I will protect your honor, defend your body and mind."
You chuckled. "Shan Yu, do you really believe in love at first sight?"
"Moon, I will give you China as a dowry", was his answer.
Your name coming out of his mouth made shivers run down your spine. You sighed. "You won't give up, will you?"
He wouldn't. Shan Yu would never.
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Plot: The costume directors have you wearing something RIDICULOUS, And Erik is NOT about to let that disrespect slide.
Warnings: Mentions of partial nudity, Erik threatening to kill some people, etc.
When the costume directors mentioned to you the dress that you were expected to wesr for this performance, you were appalled! You told them you wouldn't wear it! You told them no! Not a in a hundred years would you wear such a thing on stage before men.
The 'dress' if it could even truly be called such a thing, was nothing more then a loose shift or nightgown. And it was sheer; so sheer that nothing would be left to the imagination, especially with the stage lights shining. It was white, but every curve of your body was visible- and, oh damn if it were cold in the theatre when you worse it! You would be ogled by every single attendee in the stalls.
And Erik would absolutely despise it, too. For sure you were no lady of virtue by this point in your relationship with the opera ghost, but Erik was terrible insecure. And horribly possessive. If another man so much as smiled at you he was grinding his teeth behind the walls- and you would very much like to avoid another murder.
... but the managers said if you didn't wear the dress, then your contract may be void. So you had to.
So here you are, in the middle of the stage awaiting the raising of the curtain. ... cold, stared at from the wings, and prepared to be utterly humiliated.
You imagined Erik in his box, waiting patiently for your entrance, and cringed. Something bad would happen to the theatre, tonight. You just hoped, for the managers sake, that the injuries would be minimal. They really were harried gentlemen these days- but you suppose that's what they get for not believing in the phantom.
When one of the stage hands in the wings gave a signal, and the heavy velvet curtain shifted. It began to rise, the fabric bunched on the floor began to lesson, and then you could see just a slice of the audience, and then-
A flash of black fabric shot out from the wings, pushing someone over in its haste (was that a familiar voice hissing lower the curtain!.. ?), and suddenly that black fabric flew around you. A cloak rested over your shoulders and leather gloves pulled it closed around you. You looked up, surprised and bewildered, to see Erik there with cloth tucked around his face all except one eye- betraying a fury you've seen before.
Immediately you're both grateful, and afraid. "What are you- "
Taking over from him, you clip the cloak around your body with your own hands. And before you can even finish asking, he starts dragging you out into a the wings- past terrified seamstresses and pale stagehands. No one dared to stop him; out of horror. The phantom was no mere ghost story right now.
Erik took you all the way out of the main theatre, through a wall that gave way under his hand and was really a secret door, and down a spiral staircase into his domain. Then he let you go, left you stood quietly in the damp darkness.
He didnt go far, though. Just far enough that his madness didn't hurt you. "How dare they." Erik seethed. He's breathing heavily, barely containing himself. He knows you would try to stop him if he attempted to go back up there and wreak some kind of hell. "You are not some whore. Oh, how low the opera has fallen if THIS is how they're drawing their audiences, now!" Finally he pauses, thinking. "... I think I will have to send a letter to dear Firmin and Andre- "
Your voice betrays you, coming out a tone or two weaker then you intended. High, and nervous. "Oh Erik, it wasnt wholly them! It was the costume director!"
He's still lost in his own mind. His own horrid thoughts. "Good. Simpler. I'll just kill them."
"Erik!!" This time your voice comes out right. Stern, meant to press a weaker man into a heading your will. Erik merely gives you a Look.
"Fine fine fine... a message will do."
Slowly, you calm down. Your heartbeat returning to a normal rhythm. Carefully you approach your tragic monster, still clinging to his cloak around you. "... what kind of message will you send?"
He looks at you for a moment, considering, but decides not to tell you. "Neveryoumind that." Finally, Erik's voice softens. He's calmed down, for the most part. "Now. Shall we find you some proper clothes? Maybe a bed?"
"No, I- I-... I think I just want to go home, tonight." You lower your eyes to the floor. Now that Erik has calmed down, you can feel your own rolling emotions. You just want to go to sleep. You were so afraid, earlier. So afraid of the humiliation, and reeling with insult. You don't know what you'll do the next time you see the costume directors yourself. Give him a peace of your mind, for sure.
"... Your bed is my bed, dear Y/N. Follow me."
Erik's voice leaves no room for argument, and when he offers his hand to you, you take it. Through his glove, you can feel the familiar human warmth kept hidden underneath, and sigh.
"Erik?"
"Yes?"
Gratitude and affection for this 'monster' flow through you, warming your heart too. You lean and give him a kiss through the fabric stretched across his deformed face. "Thank you."
Beastars Incorrect Quotes#68 Rejection the musical
Who was Y/n's first aggravated assault...before Ibuki-Was Melon...whom you found his true nature and decided to put an end to it...PROPERLY...only it backfired
Y/n: This is it, handsome!~ Get ready for the big sleep, the river of no return… the long day’s journey into night, Mwhahah!~
Melon*Seeing you ticken the chains over his body and pull him to see over one of the city's canals bridges in winter, where its flow is more violent and unforgiving, then back at you* Gosh~ Your sweet voice is music to my ears~
Y/n*Blinks and looks at the hybrid* Huh?
Melon*singing as he steps closer to you with the limited mobility and leans in to nuzzle his cheek to yours* Your chains of love now hold me tight Your homosapian beauty makes my heart take flight~
Y/n*singing in an opera-like voice* You will not change my mind one smidge I’m going to drop you screaming off this bridge
Melon: Y/n, you drive me nuts!
Chorus (singing): His love’s so sweet, his love’s so blind
Y/n(singing): Oooo noooo...Hoooow hoooorrriiid…
Chorus (singing): You have to kill him, or he'll change your mind
Y/n(singing): Poor freak~
Chorus (singing): Say farewell, to that horned poor grunge
Y/n (singing): Farewell
Chorus (singing): Cause it's your duty that he
Y/n & Chorus* singing evilly with devil horns as you pull out cement blocks and put them on the edge* Takes the plunge
Before you could finish him...the police caught up to you and you were arrested and the melon set free...not knowing what they left to roam free
Melon(singing)*Holding a picture of you in his hands as he is getting a new tattoo...with your name and face*-My Omnivore miss, you charm my soul You leave me utterly beyond control Call me a goof, but one thing’s clear Your melodious laughter is music to my ears!~
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💬 0 🔁 11 ❤️ 366 · Beastars Incorrect Quotes#59 Jealousy~ · Ibuki*Leaning on the wall next to the convenience store door, waiting for you*
TBH I changed the lyrics to the Spanish ones...cuz it sounded better those lyrics wise-
Nice that you’re writing about the serpentines then can I have romantic Yandere skales with a ninja darling. This takes place in season 1. In the episode “rise of the snakes”, he first met her with the other ninjas- who saved the jamanakai village from being raided-and he was intrigued by her- the part where he hypnotized cole is when he used him to spy on darling. The 2nd time they met is at the forest where the snakes are building a fortress and he tried an attempt to kidnapped her or hypnotize her but backfires (at any possible way) and after he became the newest general of hypnobrai tribe, he became more power-hungry in a way that thinking he could make darling his bride to rule with him when he became the serpentine king
Sure! I'm sorry if something is off it's been awhile since I've seen Season 1 so I'm going off from what you said!
Yandere! Skales with Ninja! Darling
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Invasion of privacy, Manipulation, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship, Kidnapping, Mentions of calling darling a "mate".
Let's start with how you met, the raid of Lloyd on the village.
Season 1 Skales can be a ruthless foe.
Hypnobrai in general tend to be scary to deal with due to their powers.
Even when Skales is still following orders from his old General, despite how dumb they may be, he can still be dangerous to be around.
You can see this when you're a ninja.
The Ninja were called when they heard the village was being attacked by what was thought to only be legend, Serpentine.
Skales is still a coward, but when he met you it was nearly face to face.
While the other ninja worked on driving out the rest of the Hypnobrai group, Skales managed to encounter you.
He felt many different emotions when he first saw you.
There was a feeling of intrigue, fear, and annoyance to name the strongest.
You were one of the only female humans out of the whole ninja group. (This was before Nya joining, after all)
Skales wasn't sure why this ninja piqued his interest so much.
Even when you threatened him and drove him off with the rest of the Hypnobrai, Skales still felt a need to keep an eye on this human.
His feelings aren't quite romantic yet, only intrigue.
He isn't sure why thoughts of you rattle around in his head yet.
All he knows is something about you drives him into learning more.
There's no doubt Skales uses Cole to spy on this new obsession.
While he is forced to listen to this kid by his General, he keeps an eye on you and the rest of the ninja.
Not only does Skales learn where the Hypnobrai staff is at this time, Skales also learns more about you.
He never tells anyone but he has a fascination with you.
He uses Cole to see how you fight, how you act, and what you do in your free time.
Watching you is one of the most entertaining things for him to do... a weird thought, really-
He normally hates humans and the ninja, but he thinks he can make you useful in his plans.
That's his excuse, he can barely consider his feelings as romantic with a human...
... right?
That would be... weird, won't it?
He can possibly like you as a mate....
What if he did?
Skales decides to use the next time he meets you to kidnap you.
He says to himself it's for leverage in his plan to become Serpentine King... but it isn't just for that.
Maybe he does want you as a mate... is that why you occupy his thoughts so often?
He tries to hide such thoughts and takes advantage of the fact you found out about the Fortress.
Skales has to remind himself to stay focused when he stalks you, waiting for the right moment to ambush you.
The plan should be perfect...
He'll hypnotize you so you're under his control!
Then he'll guide you with him for when he overthrows his General!
But... why does he want you to stay after that?
Either way, Skales attempts his plan when he feels you are isolated enough.
The issue is he is ambushed by one of your other friends and his plan doesn't come to fruition.
He didn't manage to make you fully under his control before fleeing from the attack.
This was starting to get frustrating.
It angers him even more that he no longer has Cole under his control, making him unable to stalk you through his eyes.
Stalk? Oh... he just means to gain info about you- Perhaps he meant... spy?
Skales doesn't see you again until he beats his General in the Slither Pit to become a General.
He feels only slightly bad about burning the monastery.
By this point he feels you won't need it.
Not if he plans on taking you with him.
It takes Skales a bit to get used to the fact he wants a human as a partner.
You're strangely... adorable despite how different you are.
So the next time he meets you, he puts a new plan together.
Skales wants to be the Serpentine King.
Yet every king needs a queen for his brood, no?
Skales just so happens to choose you for the role.
Don't bother fighting him when he comes in with the Hypnobrai to capture you.
This time he doesn't plan on messing up his hypnotism on you.
Differing from the canon at this point, Skales would lure you in/hunt you down to obtain his goal.
He's less understanding of his darling season 1 and would definitely just hypnotize you to be his bride.
You can't fight him that way, right?
Poor girl... you have no choice in the matter.
By the time Skales kidnaps you with hypnotism he's accepted the fact he's fallen for a human.
He blames humanity for locking his race away underground, but he'll change you.
After all, if he has to he can always use Fangpyre venom on you to make you more Serpentine-like.
Skales would definitely force a marriage between you to make you his bride despite your past.
Once he has you, you're like a puppet.
He'll keep you hypnotized, he may actually go through with the Fangpyre venom method too.
Soon you'll be made the perfect bride for him as future Serpentine King.
If you ever managed to fight back, he'll find a way to get you back under his control.
When Skales manages to mold you into the perfect bride for him, he's overjoyed!
He wraps himself around you, he hold your tightly in his claws, and he may even bite your neck to mark you.
You're his now! Especially if he's removed your humanity!
This is your life now...
You're no ninja... you're now only a poor soul caught in the Hypnobrai's trap.
author’s note: the two year wait is finally over! sorry it’s so short. if anyone has any more ideas on how to continue this or what they’d like to see, please let me know! :)
Your evil, sadistic and wickedly smart husband had eyes on you every moment of every day.
And, in your momentary lapse of judgement, you had forgotten that. Lalo never let you out of his sight without a few of his men keeping eyes on you and his precious daughter.
After calling Saul’s girlfriend and setting up a meeting, you walked with Leticia hand-in-hand out to your car.
Before you even knew what was happening, Lalo’s men grabbed you and threw a bag over your head. The last sound you heard was Lettie screaming as your world went dark.
—
You woke up to the sound of birds chirping and children giggling. As you looked around the room, something about it was strangely familiar.
The mix of Southwestern and Mexican artwork, the patchwork quilt on the bed, even the view of the countryside outside of the window.
You looked down at the chains binding you to the bed and realized that this was Lalo’s house in Chihuahua. You were in Mexico.
“Good morning, my love,” Lalo cooed as he opened the bedroom door, a glass of water in his hand.
His unmistakable musk followed him, expensive cologne of tobacco and leather. Your body shook with fear each time he took a step closer.
“Lalo… why are we here? Where’s Lettie?”
“Lettie is fine, she’s with Abuelita and her cousins. Now, are you going to apologize?” your husband said, an edge to his tone.
He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow as he stares at you. You try your hardest to sit up, chains rattling as your limbs move.
“You don’t understand how hard this is for me, Lalo! I haven’t been able to see my family in years and your family hates me! You treat me like a pet! I’m tired of it!”
“How hard this is for you? Mi amor, I take care of everything for you. You do not have to work. You do not slave away. You simply watch after and grow our little ones,” he stated, taking a step closer.
“I never wanted this, Lalo,” you sighed, tears building up in your eyes.
“So I should’ve left you there, frying chicken for Gustavo? Suffering, struggling to get by?” he scoffed, shaking his head at how stupid you were.
“I don’t want to argue anymore, I’m tired and I’m cramping,” you groaned, trying to adjust and allow your stomach to rest comfortably. Your child seemed to be kicking up a storm in there.
Lalo walked up to you, eyes bearing into yours, and leans in to kiss you on the lips.
“Eduardo Junior should be here soon,” he says with a smile and a gentle rub on your stomach.
“Lettie’s gonna be so excited,” you say softly, trying to crack a smile.
Giving birth to your daughter at nineteen was a traumatic experience, to say the least. Especially with the way Lalo had kept you locked up.
And now, looking down at your chains, you suspected you would be put back under strict watch, though now he had his entire family to keep watch over you.
“Are you feeling okay?” Lalo asked, forehead wrinkling in concern. Before you could respond, he sat down next to you on the bed, resting his hand on the swell of your stomach.
“Yeah, I just— Lalo, do you think you might let me see my family sometime? I want them to meet Lettie and—“
“Mi amor, your family is right here in Mexico. Now, it will be so much easier to see Abuelita, the cousins, and all our nieces and nephews,” he smiled, gently rubbing your baby bump again.
“Lalo,” you said gently, “I want to go back to New Mexico. We can’t stay here, the kids—“
“The kids will love it here. Lettie’s Spanish will improve, they can be around family. I can protect all four of us better out here, hm?”
Lalo looked at you expectantly, and you knew in that moment that you will not be returning to the United States anytime soon. Lalo, the father and husband, always had the last word.
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