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Blurred visions filled your eyes.
Though you still clearly see your blood.
Flowing across your arm and dripping off your numb fingers.
The deep cuts and scars were aching your entire body. The cut across your shoulder blades was the worst.
Faintly, you could feel and see a gloved hand lift your chin up, and you could just barely see a man with a grey face smirking down at you.
You could feel either tears or blood leaking down your face. You whimpered desperately, but he simply hummed in content.
"Let me go, please." You voice croaked.
"Of course not, you simple being. It just doesn't work like that." He responded, taking his silver knife and making a small cut across your chin.
You squeaked in pain, knowing if you moved he would simply kick you again.
"I find you quite beautiful like this." He said, smearing some of your blood across your left cheek. "It gives you simple humans something to admire."
You growled and tried to squirm away, but it was no use. He kicked you again, making you scream in pain and cry harder, your eyes on the verge on blacking out forever.
You decided to give up on trying to break free from this nightmare and lay limp as he eyed your dying form. He traced his fingers along your arms, smirking slightly every time you winced in pain from when he dragged his fingers slowly along a scar or bruise.
He roughly grabbed your wrist and twisted it hard, hearing a satisfying (to him) snapping sound. You cried out in pain, and you swear you heard a small moan from him.
He pushed a few strands out of your half-open bloodshot eyes and smirked.
"You are a beauty this way. It's perfect on you." He muttered.
All you could do was exhale slightly, eyes slowly moving to look at your wrist. It was sticking outwards in a funny shape. That wasn't good. But then again, being beaten to a purple corpse isn't good either.
Barely licking your dry lips, you prayed that hopefully he would hurt you one more time. Just one more. Hopefully that would send you out of this hell.
But instead, he simply turned, and left, locking the door behind him.
Every day, as you writhed in pain, he would visit you, leave another small cut or two occasionally, and talk to you about how beautiful you looked to him.
Every time something would heal, it wouldn't last a full day. By the end of the day, another new throbbing scar or bruise was replaced over the healed one.
Your skin started to lose its color and any inch of your skin that wasn't ruined by a injury was a pale grey.
To you, you looked a nightmare.
To him, you were stunning to look at.
Though you still clearly see your blood.
Flowing across your arm and dripping off your numb fingers.
The deep cuts and scars were aching your entire body. The cut across your shoulder blades was the worst.
Faintly, you could feel and see a gloved hand lift your chin up, and you could just barely see a man with a grey face smirking down at you.
You could feel either tears or blood leaking down your face. You whimpered desperately, but he simply hummed in content.
"Let me go, please." You voice croaked.
"Of course not, you simple being. It just doesn't work like that." He responded, taking his silver knife and making a small cut across your chin.
You squeaked in pain, knowing if you moved he would simply kick you again.
"I find you quite beautiful like this." He said, smearing some of your blood across your left cheek. "It gives you simple humans something to admire."
You growled and tried to squirm away, but it was no use. He kicked you again, making you scream in pain and cry harder, your eyes on the verge on blacking out forever.
You decided to give up on trying to break free from this nightmare and lay limp as he eyed your dying form. He traced his fingers along your arms, smirking slightly every time you winced in pain from when he dragged his fingers slowly along a scar or bruise.
He roughly grabbed your wrist and twisted it hard, hearing a satisfying (to him) snapping sound. You cried out in pain, and you swear you heard a small moan from him.
He pushed a few strands out of your half-open bloodshot eyes and smirked.
"You are a beauty this way. It's perfect on you." He muttered.
All you could do was exhale slightly, eyes slowly moving to look at your wrist. It was sticking outwards in a funny shape. That wasn't good. But then again, being beaten to a purple corpse isn't good either.
Barely licking your dry lips, you prayed that hopefully he would hurt you one more time. Just one more. Hopefully that would send you out of this hell.
But instead, he simply turned, and left, locking the door behind him.
Every day, as you writhed in pain, he would visit you, leave another small cut or two occasionally, and talk to you about how beautiful you looked to him.
Every time something would heal, it wouldn't last a full day. By the end of the day, another new throbbing scar or bruise was replaced over the healed one.
Your skin started to lose its color and any inch of your skin that wasn't ruined by a injury was a pale grey.
To you, you looked a nightmare.
To him, you were stunning to look at.
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Fallen (Ghirahim x Reader)
You kept your hand over your mouth to stifle any sounds that tried to escape your lips. He was right there, down below, and anything could have easily alerted him to your presence. Him finding you meant being trapped again, when your goal was to go home, not be in his arms again. Especially when he seemed so much more rage filled than any other time he'd gotten mad. Before you would be spared from any destruction caused, but this time that could easily change. You'd stabbed him, and you did not care about how he was perfectly alright afterwards. You just wanted him to go away.
You stayed in that position for what felt like hours, stay
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The Parting (Link X Reader)
A expression of true horror crossed you and Link’s face as you watched the ocarina shatter into tiny pieces. A loud giggle erupted from the Skull Kid as he danced around in circles.
“Heeheehee! I won! You lost!” He seemed frantic now, his face twisted into a sick wide smile as his yellow eyes glowed brighter than ever.
“The moon will fall! It will go crash! It will destroy and destruct! Ahahaha, sounds like so much fun!” He screamed in joy as you and Link slowly shook your heads.
“This can’t be happening.”
Link’s voice sounded muffled through your ears, and you felt something deep and
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Evanescent (Link x Reader [x Ghirahim]) Part 2
Link stood still for what felt like forever. His mind couldn't comprehend what just happened.
Why would Ghirahim take her? What does she have that he wants? His mind was overflowing with questions.
A soft hand suddenly touched his shoulder but he didn't notice. "Link?" A female voice asked in a concerned tone. Eventually the hero turned around to face the person. Shock was visible on his face and his eyes were glassy. The blonde female gasped as she saw the state her friend was in. "What happened?!" Still no response. He blankly stared at a wall until the girl grabbed his shoulders and shook him.
"Link! Snap out of it! Tell me what happened
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This has a little gore in it.
I'm sorry for anyone who likes Ghirahim. I had this idea ages ago but never knew how to finish it. So this is pretty short. Sorry about that.
On another note, I have to go back to school the day after tomorrow. WHY MUST SUMMER END. THIS MEANS DEADLINES. HOMEWORK. HAVING TO SEE PEOPLE THAT DRIVE YOU FUCKING MENTAL. WHY. I STEP INTO SCHOOL I SEE SOMEONE WHO EVERYONE LOVES AND I'M LIKE
yeah i don't like a lot of people at my school. it doesn't help that my school is for girls only. most of the girls are jerks. not to mention i had a best friend who did a complete 180 on me and now loathes me for whatever reason i don't even know. oh well.
I do not own Ghirahim.
HE OWNS YOU
I'm sorry for anyone who likes Ghirahim. I had this idea ages ago but never knew how to finish it. So this is pretty short. Sorry about that.
On another note, I have to go back to school the day after tomorrow. WHY MUST SUMMER END. THIS MEANS DEADLINES. HOMEWORK. HAVING TO SEE PEOPLE THAT DRIVE YOU FUCKING MENTAL. WHY. I STEP INTO SCHOOL I SEE SOMEONE WHO EVERYONE LOVES AND I'M LIKE
yeah i don't like a lot of people at my school. it doesn't help that my school is for girls only. most of the girls are jerks. not to mention i had a best friend who did a complete 180 on me and now loathes me for whatever reason i don't even know. oh well.
I do not own Ghirahim.
HE OWNS YOU
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Dang XD Awesome job~!