#law.fic

[monalaniussboyfriend]

MONA LANIUS X READER !!

(this is my first time actually posting my fics, pls be nice to me im very VERY anxious about this. </3)

REQUEST BY @fawny-b !!!

You woke up to light footsteps trailing away; hearing the slight creaking of Mona going out. It must be dusk, which is when she’d usually leave. You slightly relaxed again, resting your head and mostly bare body upon the cold bars of your cage, knowing that you were temporarily safe from Mona’s torturous antics.

Your drowsiness was short-lived. During your barely conscious state, you noticed the hatch on the cage was opened. No way. You snapped awake, crawling towards the cage door. You rubbed your eyes hastily, (In case you were hallucinating.) but to your surprise, it was really unlocked. You opened the gate, crawling out of the cage. You got up off of your knees and looked around the room, noticing how dirty it was.

Your body was trembling, as you weren’t used to using your body in the way it was meant for. Your legs were sore, but it felt so good to stretch. You could’ve swore that every single bone in your body snapped and popped, but the relief that quickly washed over your body was euphoric.

There was no point in leaving, if Mona wasn’t going to kill you now, she most likely wasn’t going to kill you later. She took quite an interest in you, calling you her ‘favourite,’ along with being titled as her ‘little birdie.’ You snapped away from your thoughts and grounded yourself, looking around the dirty room. You felt irked, kneeling down to pick up some of the paintbrushes on the floor. You looked upon her desk, physically shuddering at how cluttered it was.

One thing led to another and eventually all her paint brushes were washed and sorted in different cups, canvases sorted by size and all her paints sorted by colour. The floor was swept and her bed was made. (AKA the pillow was fluffed to her liking and her blanket-sheet thing was folded.)

You knew how Mona liked everything, often listening in to her rants and whatever she says while talking to herself. You sat on her mattress, admiring your own work. Lately, Mona would just drop anything wherever she wanted, knowing it was her space to do whatever she wanted; but often she would complain to herself about how she hates how disgusting this room is. She would talk down to herself about how she was lazy, and then would go out to vent out her frustrations on the innocent.

You sighed, stretching one last time before laying back onto the mattress. You stayed there for a moment, soaking in the freedom. You studied the ceiling as you usually did while in the cage, finding yourself drifting off to sleep again. You couldn’t stop yourself, as much as you wanted to scream at yourself to wake up, you were too comfortable.

You woke up a few hours later, tucked into bed, and Mona hunched at her easel. She was humming to herself and swaying from side to side, which was a good sign. She usually did these things if she was in a good mood. You drowsily called out to her.

“…Mona?..” Your voice was rasped from the lack of talking, you never really talked much after being captured.

She turned her head, her pitch black eyes slightly softening at the sight of you cuddled up into her bed. She didn’t reply, so you spoke again.

“…did you want me to…go back to the cage?..” You spoke up, making eye contact with her. She shook her head no, got up and walked over and crouching down beside the bed. She brushed her long black hair away from her face and looked at you with admiration? Her expression was borderline unreadable.

“…when did you?..” She immediately shushed you by putting one of her pale fingers upon your lips. You were too afraid of losing the small bit of freedom you were provided. The freedom you were privileged to have.

She patted your head gently with her boney fingers, and tucked you further into bed. You relaxed, looking into Mona’s eyes and nodding slightly as a ‘thank you.’

She slightly smiled before walking back to her easel, focusing on whatever she was doing before. You softly hummed, turning onto your side and falling back asleep. You didn’t care that you were in captivity, you didn’t care if you weren’t going to wake up tomorrow. All that matters is that you’re finally getting a good nights sleep.