#zack foster X you

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Zack (Isaac) Foster X Reader

**Warning(s): mentions of night terrors and bad pasts

**Reader GN/F/M

**Genre: Comfort/Fluff

The manic laughter echoed through your head. The look of insanity on his face the emotionless look in his eyes. He’s running toward you scythe out ready to cut you. You jolted up right in your bed. Sweat beading down your face. Your heart was beating what felt like a million miles a second. The light on the nightstand turned on as your boyfriend sat up in bed. He pulled you in close and held you. “Another night terror? It’s okay. We��re out of that place now and I’m here. I love you. You’re safe.” You and your boyfriend had escaped from that place but not without a lot of trials. One included watching your boyfriend almost ascend into madness, the madness you’d worked to overcome together. You knew he loved you, you knew the man you saw that day wasn’t your boyfriend but the nightmares still remained. After a few minutes more of him holding you whispering sweet nothing to you, you both curled up and went back to sleep.

**Might make a horror version of this as well.** sorry for errors I wrote this at midnight. NOT proofread**

[thelaughtercafe]

Muted Memories Chapter 2

Tea Type: Milk Tea

Potential Triggers:  Verbal and physical abuse, dissociating as a trauma response, nondescriptive murder, descriptive threats(not at reader).

Pairing: Issac Foster/F! Reader

Length: 4k+

Summary: Library explorations, and meeting new characters, fun for the whole family!

A/N: Chapter 2 is here!! Excited I finally got this done!! I’m not fully happy with the way it turned out but after messing with a few other ideas, I decided to go with the one I wrote while genuinely triggered since it felt the most raw and real.

I’m okay now; emotional flashbacks just really suck. Do not recommend lmao. Hope everyone enjoys and please do leave feedback! Always excited to hear from my readers on what they think!! ❤️

The rest of the day was easy once Zack dragged you back. Ray had thanked him in a reverent tone, to which the bandaged boy had only ruffled her hair fondly. They really were close. You hadn’t been expecting him to do the same to you however and it showed as you ducked your head to hide your burning face in Ray’s shoulder a moment. She giggled at your embarrassment and pet your hair. 

You all sat down and ate after that. Ray was attached to your side the rest of the morning, constantly either hanging off you, holding your hand or hugging you. She seemed touched starved, though given you were as well you easily obliged and accommodated her. You had to go to the library after breakfast since you no longer had a laptop and Zack had declined your offer to come, saying he had “better shit to do”. 

You shrugged him off but again reminded him to take anything he needed and disguised Rachel in one of your big hoodies before heading out. When talking about how well they were known they said their popularity had been dying down and they’d come here since it was so out of the way, hoping to find a forever home.

The air was a little chilly so you were glad you’d bundled up Rachel, however you were left shivering a little, given your other hoodie was still being repaired. You’d torn a noticeable hole in it on a rushed run out one day and the mender was blind; a friend Mr. Takamata had met and grown close to, and you had as well in turn. You wouldn’t give your business to anyone else despite the longer wait times. His job was always impeccable. Maybe you could get it on the way back, if he was still open. 

“Alright, to the library! We’ll go grocery shopping tonight on the way home and I’ll make dinner.”

“We’re gonna spend the whole day there?”

Rachel sounded excited at the prospect and you hummed in agreement. 

“Yeah, as long as you don’t mind. I need to do some school work and print out an essay. After that I figured I could show you some of my favorite books and maybe bring some home for Zack too.“

"That sounds fun but…mm…" 

Ray sounded happy at the prospect but trailed off and seemed conflicted, looking at the ground as she walked. 

"What’s wrong?”

“Oh I suppose it’s okay if I tell you. Zack can’t read.”

You blinked at that. He was around your age wasn’t he? You supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised. He clearly had a lot of inner trauma in addition to the physical. 

You smiled down at Ray though, swinging your held hands cheerfully. 

“I’ll get him some anyway. He doesn’t have to learn if he doesn’t want to of course, but I’d be more than happy to teach him. Even if he doesn’t, I like to read aloud anyway so he can enjoy it that way if he’d like.”

Ray gave a contemplative hum. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so nice to us. After everything we’ve done-”

You heard her voice crack and quickly stopped walking, gently pulling her aside and crouching down to her level to allow the other people milling about to pass. 

“Hey, hey! You keep sayin’ that, but from what I’ve seen you two are both damaged, but have been kind to me. It’s like I told Zack last night too…I’m lonely, sad as that may sound. So…no more apologies, okay? I’m happy to give you both a place to stay and let you have a fresh start. Mr. Takamata gave one to me…it seems only right that I should do the same.”

Ray threw her arms around you and you hugged her back before moving to stand. 

"Now, how about that library trip?”

She beamed up at you.  

“Let’s go!”

—–

You couldn’t help but sigh in relief as you both entered the library. It was cold, now. The wind had really picked up and you were already dreading the 20-minute walk back home when it’d be colder tonight.

Maybe you ought to stop by Reginald’s place on the way back after all. Now that you were here though, you had to put your game face on. You had two essays and one story to work on. Your only fun elective this semester was Monsters in Literature. Best teacher too; he reminded you of Robin Williams in his enthusiasm and inspiring words. You had a vague outline of ideas for the story and you wrote often, but creating original content was much harder than the fanworks you were used to. 

The essays were honestly easier. Everyone was always surprised when you told them that, but essay’s were really just cramming as many words as possible to get a simple point across most of the time, and given you enjoyed writing, even if it was boring as sin it was at least easy to bullshit. 

You observed Ray as you put your bookbag down, wanting to get her set up before starting. 

“You’re around 14 right?”

She nodded. 

“15, now actually. As of a few weeks ago.”

“Oh! We’ll have to celebrate. I’ll pick up some overtime, make sure to remind me to get a cake this weekend okay? Just in case my memory goes kaput after all this school work.”

She giggled and nodded happily as you mimed passing out. 

“Do you know what kind of books you like hun? I can get you set up in the right section and then get started here.”

She gave a carefree shrug. 

“I didn’t read much. Too noisy before.” 

Seeing the way her eyes went dull again you got to your feet and held your hand out to her before she could go too deep into her memories.

She took it and you led her into the adjoining room for Young Adult Fiction, not acknowledging the fact that she trembling with anything more than a soothing thumb rub. 

“Here’s the YA section. All kinds of scenarios and characters here- I recommend reading the back or inside of the flap and then just picking whichever one sounds interesting! You can always just go based on the cover if you’d like a more randomized experience though. This is still my favorite section honestly; if you need any help with the words or have any questions don’t be afraid to ask me. Feel free to get comfy, and if anyone that’s not me comes up to you, come get me or yell my name if you get scared, I’ll be just in the other room.”

After making sure she was okay you left her, happy to see she was already hesitantly beginning to explore. 

You sighed in resignation, sitting down and cracking your neck.

No more distractions, time to get your work done!

—–

The day passed quickly, with Ray occasionally coming over to ask for help with a word she didn’t know but it was a rarity and she was already on the 2nd book in a supernatural fantasy series when you were finished. You playfully took it from her to check the title. 

“Ooh Maximum Ride hm? That’s a good one, haven’t read it in ages. One of my favorites at your age too. Let’s bring it home with us huh?”

She nodded eagerly, a big grin on her face as she made grabby hands for the book, and you obliged, quickly grabbing the 3rd and 4th one as well. After a moment’s hesitation you grabbed 2 more for good measure, one for you, and one for Zack. You know how you were as a child and better safe than leave the poor girl on a cliffhanger. Luckily the librarians and you were already well acquainted given you came to volunteer to read to the kids here when you weren’t in school. It was a quick affair to check the books out and you were on your way. 

The essays had given you no trouble and were already sent to your professors…but that damn story had you completely stuck. You knew the general concept you wanted was dealing with possession of some sort but you couldn’t figure out who should be doing the possessing. It was the idea of being out of control you wanted to tap into Such a primal fear so underexplored by most monsters. 

It was still freezing oh God- you shivered as you and Ray made your way home. She looked at you worriedly and you could tell she was going to offer you the jacket but you patted her head. 

“I’ll be okay- gonna s-stop and get my m-m-mended one before groceries after all.” 

You sped walked and reached Reginald’s in record time, who luckily was just about to close up. 

“Reggie, please tell me you have my coat finished?”

Your eyes and voice were pleading and when he reached out to touch your arm in greeting he recoiled, frowning in fatherly disapproval. 

“Young lady, what on Earth are you doing out here in this cold without any protection?”

He sighed heavily and easily made his way back inside, holding the door open for you and Ray. 

It was the same as always, not a speck of dust in sight, but homey and most importantly, warm. You held your hands to your lips and warmed them. You could’ve cried when after a few moments Reginald came out, coat in hand. 

“Oh thank you so much! I’m in your debt! Here-” 

You went to pull out your wallet but at the sound of rustling Reggie tsk’d and shook his head. 

“No need, sweetheart. Can’t let ole’ Takamata’s daughter freeze now can I? How’s about you introduce me to your little friend here and I’ll call it even.”

You smiled fondly and sighed in defeat, slipping your dark burgundy coat over your t-shirt and zipping it up.  

“Fair deal! This is Ray, her and her older brother Zack will be staying with me from now on. They broke in and I couldn’t just turn away hungry people, especially a young girl like her. You know how Mr. Takamata was, he’d roll over in his grave if I didn’t help!”

The lies merged with the truth and Reginald laughed heartily, while Ray looked at you in disbelief. She surely expected you to give them fake names or backstories but there was no need. To lie effectively, you just had to be confident and believe what you were saying. 

“True enough!! Well, nice to meet you little lady, call me Reggie hm? Here, this hoodie feels too thin-”

“Reggie!”

He ignored your exasperated voice and before you knew it he’d tossed a small lilac coat and large black one your way and was shooing you out despite you protests. 

“I’ll hear nothing of it! Consider it a welcoming gift! Now get!” 

“Thank you Reggie. Really.”

He waved you off and patted Ray’s head before walking off. You smirked fondly and turned to look down at Ray. 

“Welp. How’s about we just get something hot and head on home? Zack may get worried if we’re out too much longer.” 

Ray nodded cheerfully. 

“Sounds great to me! I’m starved! That man was really nice, I hope we see him again soon.”

You giggled at her enthusiasm, opting to get pizza at the place right down the hill so it wouldn’t be a long walk. 

“Me too. I’m sure you’ll like him even more as you get to know him. He’s very kind. He has a service dog named Bucky, I’m sure you’ll get to meet them both again soon.” 

You held the pizza and Zack’s new coat, while Ray got the soda, garlic knots and the pepperoni pinwheel you caught her drooling over in the display case. 

You walked through the door with her on your heels, grinning and calling for Zack as you entered. 

“Zack we’re ho-”

Your voice died out at the sight in front of you. You couldn’t breathe. 

Why was he…here?

“Chris?”

That cursed name escaped your lips, bile burned your throat as he smiled and took a step closer. You went to back up, the door still open and remembered Ray and the fact your hands were full. 

Where was Zack? Didn’t matter you had to get Ray to safety. But she was already entering behind you, and setting the food on the table like he wasn’t there. She came over to take the pizza but you were in shock.

“The one and only!” 

His smile twitched, but you knew behind the mask he was seething as Ray began pulling out the food and setting the table. 

“Pizza night hm? Funny. I haven’t gotten my pay this month yet, I trust you have that ready for me?”

You just stared at him in stricken fear. The door was closed but you still felt just as frozen.

“…What are you doing here? How did you find this place?”

“Oh here? I’ve known for years, pet.I just…”

His smirk turned to a sneer. 

“Loosened your leash a little. Now, if you won’t give me what I want, you’re surely not fit to raise a child here. Maybe I’ll take her home…give her a proper enviorment. I mean, she didn’t even greet me properly. You know what happens to impolite children, don’t you?”

You didn’t speak up but you moved your body to block the way to the kitchen, motioning for Ray to run with your free hand, but she was completely oblivious. Your eyes steeled a little, but your voice was still that of a terrified kid. It didn’t matter that you were older now, it didn’t matter that you thought you were getting better. 

Suddenly you were a frightened child all over again. 

“I won’t let you have her.” 

You flinched at the feeling of a hand on you and looked down to find her gripping your hand, tugging you lightly towards the table.  

“Dinner’s ready. Come eat.”

Her eyes had gone dead, and she was pointedly ignoring Chris. She seemed very dissociated; probably a trauma response from her own family, if you had to guess. You realized your other hand still held the black coat and tossed it on the couch before reluctantly letting her take you to the table where you sat down. She sat too, and began eating while you looked numbly down at your plate. 

You heard the chair slide back as he sat at the head of the table, beginning to dissociate a little yourself but maintaining your hypervigilance. You felt shaky and scared, aware of every move he and yourself made. He began to eat, completely unbothered. 

You’d finally felt safe, away from him. Thought he was oblivious and finally mostly out of your life, save the monthly payments. You should have known you could never beat him. That he couldn’t cope with the loss of control. 

Now one of the first people in your life you allowed yourself to care for was at risk. It was your fault for not safeguarding against this possibility and the only reason you weren’t spiraling was because you knew you had to keep Ray safe. 

“What do you want?”

Your voice shook, but it was low and even, in hopes of being non-threatening. 

He was nonchalant as ever.

“You’re going to protect me, and let me stay here. I’m only hiding here because some psychopath showed up at my place.”

Your breath hitched and you looked up in fear as Ray jumped to her feet.

“Zack!?”

You hopped up quickly and wrapped Ray in your arms to shield her, and quickly mustered a lie. 

“Shh…shh…Zack isn’t here sweetheart.”

“That’s the second time I’ve heard that name. Who is he? Is he staying here too?”

“He’s her older brother. When she gets scared she seeks him out- I’m not the only one who got traumatized.”

Your mutter was bitter and under your breath but he caught it. 

He always heard it. He stood and you held Ray tighter. You just had to last until Zack got here. Keep him placated. You trembled- God why did the shakes never stop around him?

“Talking back? Pathetic. You’re shaking like a damn leaf. Whatever. You’ll always be a freak.”

You swayed as the familiar insult caused an emotional and partially visual flashback, hearing faint words, catching glimpses from the back of your mom’s car. She was inside getting groceries. 

“You’re such a damn freak- those bullies at school were right about you. You’re really nothing but a freak. Everything you do is freaky-”

He’d used variations of the word till you were hyperventilating upon your mother’s return. You couldn’t hide it fast enough, but his mask was right back on. Told your mother he was “getting you used to the word.” Ha. She’d harmlessly shared the bullying you’d confided in her about, having no idea you intentionally hadn’t told him because she didn’t know any better. 

But your Mother isn’t here now. 

Your shaking stopped and you took a deep breath, steeling your own mask. You straightened from hugging Ray and glared at where he stood by the chair he claimed. 

“I don’t care what you do with me, but you won’t hurt her. I’ll never let you abuse anyone else I care about again.”

He threw his head back in bitter, sadistic laughter and you acted quickly, grabbing her jacket in one smooth motion and rushing to shove Ray outside, with a simple command before slamming the side door shut and locking it, tossing the key out there with her so she nor Chris could get her back inside. 

“Find Zack and stay hidden if you can’t!”

She hesitated, meeting your eyes and you smiled at her, trying to make her feel secure only to yelp as something slammed hard on the back of your head, sending you to the floor. You vaguely registered the picture and glass surrounding you, and the sound of Ray crying out your name in panic. The picture of you and Mr. Takamata lay near your face and you smiled weakly.. 

“…Sorry, Dad. Looks like I won’t be able to fulfill my promise after all.”

Your head felt wet and warm, and your vision was getting murky. You felt dizzy, trying to stay conscious. Chris was yelling, but for once…you felt serene. No fear. No constant hypervigilance. No more masks. But…Zack. Where was he? You never got to give him his new coat…

Darkness took you under. 

—–

Zack burst into the door with a loud bang, wild eyes scanning the area. He’d been searching frantically for the bastard all day and was exhausted and starving after a long day. He’d been planning to pick up the following day when he arrived, only to hear an unfamiliar male screaming curses. 

Zack didn’t consider himself a protective person. He’d grown up most of his life alone and fending for himself. Ray was an exception to the rule, and he thought he’d never find someone he wanted to protect again. Till he met you. He didn’t know you well. Didn’t even fully trust you yet, honestly, always wary to give trust. But he saw something of himself in you. Plus, you were horrendously naive and so, so in need of protection. 

This bastard seemed the best place to start. 

To see him in his new home, where he finally felt safe? Zack was anything but happy. The man froze after kicking you on the floor. Zack spotted Ray with tears swimming in her eyes as she screamed behind the back door, before rushing to meet up with him, heading around to the front once she saw him. 

Things moved quickly after that. 

Zack had the man by the throat, sadistic snickers leaving him ceaselessly as he held him against the nearby wall because if he didn’t laugh and scream he was going to do something else and he vowed to never do that again. 

“You’ve got 3 seconds. Talk.”

The man, if he could be called that, was near pissing himself in fear but Zack felt none of the typical satisfaction. Just rage, simmering under the surface along with his want to rip the slight smirk he saw tugging at the asshole face whenever he glanced at your crumpled body. 

“I have no problem with you, alright!? I don’t know what you want- if you want to kill her she’s all yours, but I haven’t done anything! I’m an upstanding citizen, I swear!”

“So lemme see if I got this right. You come into my house, trash my place, hurt my family, not only fucking up their heads but physically too and you think I’m gonna let you walk outta here?”

Zack threw his head back in magical laughter at the thought; it was the funniest damn joke he’d ever heard. At that, Chris finally snapped and threw a punch, facade dropping in an instant, but Zack held fast, vaguely noticing Ray walking up next to him a look in her eye he hadn’t seen since they were trapped. 

“God you’re a freak just like her- no, you’re some kinda monster! Guh-!”

Ray stabbed hard into his stomach, making the man gurgle on his words. He looked down in shocked horror and Ray was impassive. 

“You hurt her, so I hurt you.”

He cursed at her too. 

“You little bitch!! You’ll never get away with this, I’ll make you pay!”

Ray shook her head in disappointment.

“There’s no fixing you.”

She waved before turning her attention to you.  

“Bye bye.”

Chris opened his mouth to snarl at her again but Zack was done playing games. He had more important things to do. He glared, shaking the man before beginning to drag him outside and into the forest, talking casually.

“Pretty sure we got unfinished business buddy. See I’ve got a sharp knife, and I’m curious how many pieces I can cut off before you bleed out. Shall we find out together?”

“No, no God please!! Have mercy!”

“Shut the Hell up!”

His shout was one of anger as he tossed the man down and kicked him hard in the ribs, paying no mind as he screamed in pain. 

“That’s what I caught you doing to the woman who let us stay here! I don’t know why she’s afraid of you, but after tonight she’ll never have to fear you again. Nothing should scare her more than me. I won’t let you have her. I refuse. Her fear belongs to me. Now do the whole damn world a favor and DIE!”

His last word was a guttural roar of anger and when the man was finally dead by his hand, Zack crumpled. He didn’t know why, or how. His body was shaking and his bandaged were wet and it wouldn’t stop. He didn’t like it at all. This feeling, the way His mouth made sounds out of his control. It felt like…he’d killed his demon a second time, but this time it wasn’t just his. It was yours too. He found…he liked the feeling. More than his usual kills. This was more…liberating. He took the time to let whatever was happening run its course as he dragged the now dead piece of meat into the forest and buried him with the very shovel you used to do as he had, but for someone you loved rather than loathed. Love. Still such a foreign word and concept to him. He shook off his thoughts 

But now he needed to make sure you stayed alive long enough to hear him gloat. He could worry about the oddness of “feelings” later. Ugh. He shuddered. Feelings. Gross. 

He bit down a smile as he made his way back towards the house, seeing from the window that Ray was already patching you up, one of your textbooks open next to her. 

Maybe whatever he felt for you and Ray though, wasn’t quite so bad. 

[six-eyed-samurai]

SUMMARY: Up until the end Isaac Foster's pretty sure he despises his new companion - you're too much like Ray and yet not. A/N: I have no idea what I'm doing and the title (translation: towards better things) probably doesn't make sense either :) WARNINGS: Can be read as either platonic or romantic, murder, death at the end

Zack thinks he dislikes you.

He KNOWS he dislikes you from the moment he discovered the withering corpses still lying in their beds and you were raiding the house, because not only did you get there before him (not like he actually planned on breaking in to that particular house beforehand, but he had to lie low for a while and no one gets in his way) but you also had that stupidly boring look on your face as you stuffed your mouth full from purloined snacks, half in, half out from the fridge. Those clothes probably didn’t belong to you either.

Stupidly boring like Ray, but at least Ray had been working on it. She even managed to pull an interesting expression for him when they completed their pact.

It annoyed him, because there was now no joy in slicing your head off. You just looked up when he entered and began complaining in annoyance, chewing methodically, eyes not even bothering to blink. They didn’t move away from him, but it wasn’t like there was any interest or curiosity in them either. They simply were.

“How does a damn runt like you even kill people?” Zack glares down at you, hefting up his scythe. You don’t even flinch at his decibel level, continuing to poke around the fridge. You looked, if not exactly innocent, then incapable of even having any murderous urges needed to slash up all those bodies upstairs. There wasn’t even a speck of blood on you, but he had his suspicions after coming across a flooding bath tub. You didn’t even have a weapon on you.

When you speak your voice is as dead as your face. He wishes you were dead but you were so boring. “Do you want some?”

“HAR?”

He definitely dislikes you. You’re so dull you actually robotically split your meal in half to share with him, but Zack had to admit he was kind of hungry and you had chips.

Your face doesn’t change when you finished eating, standing up to brush the crumbs off yourself. “Were you planning to come here?”

“Not really.” Zack wipes his mouth, scowling at how even though you’re asking a question, indicating you’re curious and you could feel (he was wondering if you were really one of those creepy talking dolls, because you certainly acted and looked like one), but you didn’t even bother phrasing your statement like a question. You really knew how to take the fun out of killing. “Just came here to hide for a while. Kill anyone inside, take over, ya know.”

“Is someone after you?”

Police and everybody in the world. “Probably, but like they could even catch me.”

“Oh. Okay.” You gesture at the back door. “We should probably go then. One of them managed to get to a phone.”

Before you got to them, Zack hears, but you’re already on your way out of the kitchen. “Why the hell should we go? And why “we”? There’s no we. I just met you, I don’t even know you!”

You stop. He guessed you were surprised at his words; you tell him your name and stare expectantly. Zack wants to explode. “Whatever! Why are we leaving when we’ve just got here?”

“I said they got to a phone…? Are you…?” Are you making fun of him? Ain’t no way. Your expression is too much of an inanimate object to be mocking him. Zack’s offended anyway. “The police will be coming soon unless you want to be caught. I know another house to hide out.”

He’s frustrated, but you kind of remind him of Ray. He’s not the best at planning ahead, so if you could…well, he’ll just stick around long enough to use you and when you get a more interesting expression (you have to, or he’ll force on out of you), you’ll be gone.

“Fine.”

Right on cue he can hear sirens in the distance. Whether or not he wants to he has to leave anyhow, but he still curses as he runs out after you, leaving the door hanging and squeaking on its hinges.

Zack still dislikes you. You’re too calm about this.

***

Zack thinks he resents you.

You were smart enough to take a little cash from every house you both paid a visit too (it annoyed him whenever you didn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about how he did away with the owners - were you not scared? Alarmed? Horrified? So he did his best to be as brutal as possible in front of you; you were a killer as well, right, but he hasn’t seen you do anything), which came in useful later on, when one day it was raining too hard and you both were stuck in an alleyway trying to protect yourselves with the reeking bins.

You turn around to him, not even affected. “Do you want shelter?”

“No shit.”

“We can go somewhere…but you stand out a mile.”

“Whatcha say?!”

Zack’s still fuming as you both walk into the ramen bar underneath the face mask you bought, glowering under the hood of the new jacket you got him as well, having been forced to abandon his scythe, not appeased in the slightest with your flat “we can get it back later. Nobody looks at the bottom of the bin.” He’s still doing his best to fume even when the food arrives, but the best he can do is side-eye you sourly because god damn, the noodles smell great and he digs in greedily.

“Do you want this?” You slide over the platter of edamame. A crease forms between your eyebrows - Zack notices it immediately. Strange and…something. He’s never seen any sort of reaction from you before.

“Sure.” He’ll eat anything, he’s that hungry. He downs the plate in a few minutes, but curiosity got the better of him. “You don’t like them?”

“Not really.”

At least he knows something for certain about you now. Zack falls silent again, slurping up his ramen while you pick at yours, face going paper blank again.

“Come on, ye should smile, dumbass. Gotta look innocent so the cashier’ll let you off easy.”

“Why? I’ve got money.”

“If it was me behind that counter I woulda thought you were gonna eat me.”

“Really?”

“Jesus, just don’t look so stiff.”

You attempt to pull your lips up in a feeble try at a smile. “Like this?”

Oh god, you’re just like Ray. Zack wants to slam his head into his bowl. You both are ridiculous at this. He would’ve thought Ray really had come back to life if he hadn’t buried her himself.

He thinks, unlike Ray though, he resents you as you both walk out after you pay (Zack’s not sure if you smiling or not smiling would’ve creeped out the cashier more). Because you’re so much like Ray and not like Ray, because he knows nothing about you and when he asks you reply in clipped, roundabout answers that just make him want to tear his hair out. You don’t even care about anything on his side either. Unless you already knew.

He also resents you, he thinks, because you get to walk in public and into restaurants without people batting an eye and now he has to rely on some robot for food and shelter. Ugh.

“Stop smiling! It’s weird, don’t do it anymore! Gah!”

“But I thought you told me to-”

“Have you looked in a mirror?”

A beat of quiet.

“JEEZ, AT LEAST BE INSULTED!” Yeah, he’s not your biggest fan.

***

Zack thinks he hates you.

Simply because even no one has ever managed to annoy him this much before. It’s been months since he first went into that house you were in and so far he has only learnt your name, you don’t like edamame or traveling at night, you’re a pretty good pickpocket, you don’t like the cold and you actually do have a weapon, though not as conspicuous as his scythe: a butterfly knife you hide in your pocket. Nothing else. He can’t get anything out of you, no matter how long you both have spent together. It irritates him so much at how good you are at evading his questions and how until you STILL don’t have a remotely interesting expression, therefore no point in killing you. It also infuriates him a hell lot that somehow he wound up telling YOU about his past, the old man, the “hospital”, Ray. You’re a good listener, yeah, but mostly because you’re silent, dead eyed and po-faced all the time. You do surprise him once though, asking if he could take you to where he buried Ray one day.

Speaking about the knife, the only reason he found out was a reason to add to hating you.

Maybe a dog had seen the both of you lurking around and started barking up a frenzy, alerting its owner. Whatever the reason, when you both were ducking around trying to avoid being seen by the neighbors after another break in you end up face to face with a wary man carrying a baseball bat, which he immediately swung at the sight of Zack.

The man was stunned and scared, so his speed was seriously lacking. Zack could’ve attacked him with his scythe. But you beat him to it.

“The hell?” He gaped at the fallen body and you standing over it, then at the knife in your hand. “You had that up your sleeve all this time?”

“He was going to hit you. I think you’re bandaged enough.”

“If you’re trying to make fun of me do it with more malice!”

Yeah, he hates you, because you made him look weak. Did you not think he could take care of himself? He didn’t need you! He didn’t need help! He didn’t need protection! Isaac Foster, wanted murderer, could take care of himself!

God he hated you so much. You’re so stupidly annoying in all those ways.

Sometimes he contemplates killing you without even waiting for that expression. It would be so easy, Zack thinks, one hit on the head and you’d fall into the grave you’re digging for the man. Surely the shock of being killed by someone you somewhat-trusted would produce some results? But you don’t even smile, laugh, cry, frown, shout, what was he expecting? There was no point.

“Let’s go for ramen. There’s nothing here except money anyway.” You shut the fridge door and drawers, making your way to crawl out of the window, but pause when he doesn’t move. “…is something wrong?”

“I’m bored. We haven’t run into anyone to kill, it’s been days,” Zack complains and lies at the same time.

“There’ll be someone,” you say vaguely, and tumble out. Your face appears behind the glass, waiting.

“Also if we go for ramen you’ll just give me all your edamame. I’m not a rubbish bin for you!”

“But I don’t want them.” If he hadn’t known you were incapable of making faces he would’ve thought you were pulling a puppy dog face.

“FINE! JESUS!”

He hates you, but Zack suddenly realizes he’ll hate it a lot more if you vanish.

***

Zack thinks he finally knows you.

Too bad it's only as the both of you are shuffled out in shackles, finally seeing each other after the jail cell separation, two doomed, damned serial killers on their way to the noose. Your luck had run out at last - the police had caught up and Zack found himself in his custody once more, this time with company. He considered escape plans again, but last time surprise had been on his side…now not so much, not when they were all aware of what he was capable of.

You didn't seem to care.

Wait, that's a wrong way of saying it. You didn't seem to care about getting caught, no, but only reacted, protested, when it came to him. You only cared because he cared apparently.

“Guess this is the end, huh?” Zack's illiterate but he's not stupid. He knows there's not going to be any trial for him - who was going to defend him, a bloodthirsty murderer, never mind that Ray had WANTED to be killed by him? It was all pretense for the papers.

Uncharacteristically you actually say something other than a hummed agreement. “I wish we could eat another bowl of ramen.”

Odd thing to say, the officers think. Zack snorts. “Dead man's last meal.”

“Maybe next time.”

“Are you stupid? We're gonna die.”

“You never know.” You're hauled away and Zack's left wondering if you had an escape plan. Your tone for the first time, however, is…sad? You probably didn't then.

He thinks about Ray and her obsession with finding a god when he's seated in the chair. Zack doubted any god out there would want him and honestly he didn't care about what happened to him in the afterlife. It'd probably suck anyway.

At least you'll be there too, he reflects, and is alarmed to find himself relaxing, relieved. He wasn't fighting it for whatever reason. Acceptance that judgement day had come?

No, just certainty that you'd be there as well, exasperating companion to the last.

You smashed a glass bottle on your father's head and stabbed your mother with it, after all. Nobody really cares about how abusive or cruel dead people were in their life though, not when it comes to people like you and him.

He catches your eye as they slip the sack over Zack's head.

You're finally interesting - your smile is peculiar and stiff from disuse but so, so you. And so, so interesting.

Too bad he's not the one killing you.

***

Zack thinks he's hallucinating.

Ray is waiting for him at the other end. He's missing his scythe. They're on a familiar road.

“I didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon.”

“Yeah well, ye found yer god yet?”

“I'm not sure. Maybe we'll find out now. I haven't really gone anywhere. Does Hell look like this or is this just the waiting room?”

“You and yer questions,” Zack grumbles, slinging an arm around her. “At least your face is more interesting now. If you still wanna die again I’ll be free.”

Ray's small smile widens slightly. “Someone's waiting for you, I think. That store wasn't there before.”

She points at the ramen store. His mouth falls open and he excuses himself.

You're in there in the flesh, quietly swallowing your noodles, cup of tea steaming. Predictably your edamame is on a different plate. He could laugh, and Zack does, long and loud cackling.

“Those for me?”

[lowkeyzackswife]

[emo-emu64]

The Princess's Favor

Knight! Zack X Princess!Reader

Isaac Foster was considered a monster by most, a threat by all. A dangerous beast of a man, cut-throat, and stone faced. A valiant soldier that quickly climbed the ranks of the palace's guards. Ruthless in his endeavors to protect the royal family. In his endeavors to protect you.

That was how everybody else saw him at least, you considered him a giant teddy bear.

"Pretty please?"

It wasn't often that you were seen without your personal guard but, his patrols along the outside of the castle walls were supposed to be an exception. 

That became more and more of a rarity, however, as you asked him more often that not to accompany him. And he never quite figured out how to say no to you.

"Princess, it's not safe. Have you even asked your father?"

He avoided your gaze as he tended to his horse, knowing that he couldn't resist the big doe eyes that seemingly granted you everything you'd ever wished for.

He didn't mind though, not really, he'd conquer every kingdom this side of the sea if you looked at him like that.

"My father trusts you, I don't have to ask him about every little adventure. Besides, it's perfectly safe as long as I have you!"

He heaved a sigh as he finally met your gaze, big eyes and a hopeful smile, "Go get your bag."

You cheered, wrapping your arms around him briefly as you thanked him, then pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, running back to the stables where you had put your belongings.

A fortunate enough thing for Zack, as he was able to briefly stifle the smile that graced his lips.

Although, he couldn't say the same for when you came sprinting back, satchel slung over your shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.

Zack helped you up into the saddle first, like a true gentleman, before sliding comfortably in place behind you. 

You leaned back into his warmth, a comforting and familiar feeling. Safe, like home.

You brace yourself as the horse takes off like a shot into the woods. Zack weaves through trees and branches with ease, and his horse keeps a steady and sure footing on the mossy and mud-caked earth.

The wind in your hair is as exhilarating as always, and you raise your arms outward, throwing your head to the sky to cheer.

Zack pretends he doesn't find immeasurable joy in your joy by lightly flicking the back of your skull, leaning down closer to you so you can hear him over the rushing wind in your ears.

"Hands on the saddle, princess, gotta bring you back in one piece if I wanna keep my job."

You laugh as you bring your arms back down to your sides, keeping a firm hold to the horn of the saddle, simply because he asked you to. No matter how much danger he thought you may be in, you knew there was never any danger of you falling. Not with his strong arms on either side of you holding the reins. You felt invincible. 

Zack slows the horse to a stop as a clearing comes into view, filled with wildflowers and ferns of all kinds. You and Zack have found a plethora of spots during his patrols, but this one was by far your favorite. 

You often convinced Zack to eat lunch here. Bringing a basket of snacks from the kitchen, which was probably more sweets and pastries than an actual meal, but who's to say?

Zack dismounted in order to help you down, gently taking your hand.

As soon as your feet met the ground you quickly searched through your bag until you found the familiar feel of a small tin, opening to pick out a single sugar cube. You flattened your palm, holding the sweet treat out to the horse.The horse in question took your offering gratefully and gently.

The horse had an ashy coat, with a tail and mane of deep ebony. He was tall and strong, obedient from years of battle. His name was Mortifer, a fitting name considering his rider, meaning death bringer. Although, enemies of the kingdom often called him Pallidus Equus. 

The Pale Horse.

"You're going to make him fat," Zack chastised. 

"Zack, this is the most physically active horse in the kingdom, he's not going to get fat."

You turned back to the horse lifting you hand to stroke his neck, and he huffed gently nudging you with his nose, "You're not fat, huh? Zack's just a big meanie." You turned back to face your guard, "See? You made him sad."

Zack smirked and rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss you gently, "Whatever you say, princess."

Zack became so much more comfortable outside the castle walls, he was convinced that if your relationship was confirmed and brought to light, the two of you would be separated.

Of course this wasn't the truth, Zack was a hero in the eyes of the kingdom, not some lowly knight trying to quickly climb the ranks, it would be fine, encouraged even for him to marry royal. Not to mention the two of you were the worst kept secret in the kingdom. You went everywhere together, he looked at you like you were the sun, and you looked at him like he put the stars in the sky. Even the castle's head baker, a very kind but also very blind old man, could see that.

You lower yourself to the grass, leaning against the largest oak you could find, pulling out your most recent cross stitch to occupy your hands. Zack soon joins you, sharpening his numerous blades with the whetstone he keeps on hand.

After a good while of simply enjoying each other's company, you decide to break the silence with the question that's been plaguing your mind since you first heard the rumor from your father's associates.

"Zack?"

"Hm?" He looks up from his knife, twirling it in his hands. When he finds your face, his brows crease, taking in the sad look in your eyes.

You put down your project and turn to face him, hands gently settling in your lap, you look downwards as you play with a blade of grass, "Is it true that you're being sent on that campaign that my father is planning?"

Zack's lips form a thin line, and he sighs, "Figured you'd heard about that."

He feels his heart crack wide open when your face saddens, your usual cheeriness completely drained, "So you're going?"

He nods, and frowns, gently cupping your face as he sees tears form in your eyes, "It won't be long, princess, I promise."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to, I just... hadn't thought of how yet, I don't like seein' ya sad like this."

"You got hurt really bad on the last one Zack, I didn't know if your were going to make it."

The tears rimming your eyes fall freely down your cheeks now, and he gently wipes them away with his thumb. 

"I always make it, pretty thing, can't go leavin' ya all by yourself can I? You'll make my horse all fat and slow."

He smiles down at you as you giggle, and wrap your arms around his neck. 

"Oh!"

You jump to your bag rooting through it for your gift.

You pull out an embroidered handkerchief, pushing it into his open hands.

He opens it and grins at the stitches, its a field filled with flowers and trees, Zack thinks it looks very much like the one the two of you were currently seated in.

"You have to live, in order to bring it back to me. It's my favor."

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "You'll have it back in no time, princess."

[marble-anime]

Toxic Fan Culture

Pairing: Isaac Foster x Reader

Summary: The infamous serial killer, Isaac Foster, meets someone akin to a fan that would love nothing more than to please their idol.

Disclaimer: Minors DNI

Warnings: mentions of violence, cursing, blowjob, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie

Word Count: 2.4k

You’ve been down here for days. Weeks? Maybe even months. You weren’t sure. Not getting a beam of sunlight or a breath of fresh air made the days blur together. You didn’t mind though. As long as you were with him it didn’t bother you. You’d heard of him before, everyone had. The rumors of the laughing reaper spread like wildfire. The infamous Isaac Foster. It came as a shock to everyone when the killings ceased, it seemed like he had just up and vanished. Who would’ve thought that all this time he was hiding in the basement of a chapel?

You always wondered what happened to him. You’d walk down dark sketchy alleyways just to see if he’d pop out and grab you. Ever since you were a child you knew to keep your morbid fascinations to yourself. Having been on the receiving end of many distasteful stares as you shared your analyses about different serial killers and what went on in their minds. That paired with your constant, abnormal, state of arousal branded you as a ‘freak’.

Personally, you thought you were completely normal. After all, you’d been this way for as long as you could remember. What else were you supposed to think? Perhaps you watched one too many horror movies as a kid. Or maybe you were just born with a few screws loose. The only downside was that he found you as off-putting and disturbing as everyone else did.

Zack thought you were insane. Normally the sacrifices were terrified from the moment they stepped a foot onto his floor. And rightfully so, being abducted and waking up in an elevator lowering down to a basement that looked like an escape room brought to life.

You were the one exception. Either you were good at hiding your terror or you truly weren’t afraid in the slightest, waltzing out of the elevator as calm and collected as you could be. But that was about to change.

Unbeknownst to you he’d been stalking you as you made your way through his killing grounds, waiting for the right moment to reveal himself. He quickly grew bored of your blank face and hid inside a boarded-up alleyway, listening to the sound of your footsteps getting louder the closer you got. When he heard you on the other side he swung his scythe. Cutting through the boards and almost killing you right then and there.

Your eyes were wide, mouth agape, as you watched the bandaged monster step out of the alley, wooden shards crunching beneath his boots. It was the way he psychotically laughed at your shocked expression that tipped you off.

In your starstruck daze, you reached out to touch him, asking, “You’re Isaac Foster right?”

He pushed you away, suddenly being reminded of an encounter he had similar to this one. A woman reaching out a shaky hand, trying to seduce him into letting her go. Her facade crumbled to dust immediately when he rejected her advances. Although being lied to left a sour taste in his mouth, he couldn’t deny how gratifying it was to cut her up into pieces. And soon your body would be sliced open as you cry and scream for him to stop just like she did.

“I’ll give you till the count of three to run,” he started his usual spiel, holding up three fingers for emphasis. “One.” You just stared at him. Poor thing, he thought sadistically, you must be frozen in fear. “Two.” He raised his scythe. “Three.” You were hit by a gust of wind as the blade cut through the air, stopping only millimeters away from your neck.

“Huh?” His excitement vanished, replaced by confusion. “Why the hell aren’t you runnin’?”

“Hey.” Your fingers grazed the blade, lowering it from your neck as you stared at the man in front of you in awe, “How long have you been hiding down here? And what exactly is this place? Are there more serial killers in this building or just you?”

Frustrated by your curiosity, he threatened to hurt you. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t deter you from asking him anything and everything you could think of. His first instinct was to kill you, especially with that giddy look on your face, but the way you looked at him gave him the creeps.

So he ended up letting you live. It was the same old song and dance every day since then. He would distance himself from you while you constantly pursued him, sometimes even romantically. God, the thought made him want to vomit. How sick in the head were you to want to have a fling with a literal serial killer? Regardless, he had to get rid of you soon or he was gonna lose his mind even more than he already had.

He was lounging on the couch in his room, trying to get some rest when he heard the door open. He groaned, “What now?”

When you didn’t answer he turned his head to look at you. His body went stiff at the sight of you. You hid behind the doorway as you peeked inside the room. Your body was trembling, short breaths escaping your parted lips. You looked terrified. You gasped as your eyes met his and you took off. Almost as if he was possessed, he quickly grabbed his scythe and ran after you.

Adrenaline pumping through his veins, his laugh bouncing off the walls, as he chased you through his floor. You disappeared into the room at the end of the hall and closed the door behind you. Zack slammed his shoulder into the door, nearly knocking it off the hinges. He paused as he entered the room. You didn’t try to run or hide. You just stood there with that fearful expression, batting your eyelashes as you spoke, “Please don’t kill me, sir. I’ll do anything.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” As his head cleared, he realized what you were doing. He gripped the handle of his scythe in anger. “You were faking it?”

“It was the only way to get you to pay attention to me,” you said.

He was seething as you approached him. You shoved him, catching him off guard as his back hit the wall. “Hey!”

“You have a scythe,” you pointed out, pressing your body up against his. “You can stop me if you really want to.”

Zack’s eyes never left you as you leaned in to kiss his lips. He watched you for a moment, not moving a muscle. He didn’t know why he was letting this happen, anyone else would be a red splatter on the pavement. If it weren’t for his pride he might’ve been able to entertain the idea that maybe he enjoyed the way you looked at him. Your eyes filled with adoration like he was your idol, desperate for his attention. Even now, when you touched him you were as gentle as could be, not wanting to hurt him.

Lids fluttering shut, he began to move his lips against yours. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he kissed back. You hummed in contentment and stood on your toes. The kiss heated up quickly with both of you releasing your pent-up tension. He craned his neck, trying to keep up with you. His hood fell to his shoulders as you ran your hands through his hair. You gasped into each other's mouths for oxygen. He flinched away when he felt your tongue graze his lips.

Looking up at him, you could see the hint of arousal in his heterochromia eyes. Being desired by him made you feel like you were on top of the world. You dropped to your knees and began undoing his pants.

“What are you doing?” he asked, not bothering to stop you.

“Sucking your dick.” You pulled his pants down just enough for his hard cock to spring out. You teased, “Are you always hard when you kill or is this just for me?”

“Shut up,” he spat through gritted teeth as he anxiously awaited your next move.

You kissed from the base of his cock to the tip before taking it into your mouth. “Shit!” The loud clang of the scythe hitting the ground echoed through the room. He fought off a moan, your mouth felt so good. Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your head, stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand.

You felt him brush his fingers against your shoulder, not sure where to put his hands. You halted your movements and swirled your tongue around the tip as you grabbed his wrist. You placed his hand on the back of your head, helping him nudge you forward. He quickly picked up on what you were trying to tell him and pushed your head down his cock. He tried to get your lips all the way down to the base, relishing in the sound of you gagging on his dick.

“Fuck.” The tears pooling in your eyes as he violated your throat was doing more for him than it should have. You held eye contact with him as tears ran down your cheeks. You reached a hand up to grab his hip, trying to pull him towards you. He thrusted into your mouth, tangling his bandaged fingers in your hair to get better control of your head. You allowed him to go as fast as he wanted, taking all he had to give. Of course, with Zack being Zack, he set a brutal pace.

Saliva ran down your chin as he violently fucked your face, aggressive grunts and groans leaving his mouth. You gripped his thigh when he shoved his entire cock down your throat, breathing through your nose so you didn’t suffocate. You went to touch his balls but it wasn’t needed, the vibrations from you choking on his cock was enough. Both of his hands held you in place as his salty cum flooded your mouth.

You slurped it down and pulled off his cock, noticing that it was still hard. When you got back on your feet he beat you to the punch. With his hand cradling your face, he pulled you into a deep kiss that had your knees going weak. He lifted you by your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss he walked back to his room and threw you down on the couch.

As you both quickly undressed he warned, “I’ve never really…”

“It’s fine.” You threw your clothes on the ground and stood up. “Just lay down and I’ll guide you through it.”

Zack laid on the couch, completely bare except for the bandages wrapped around his body, and you climbed on top of him. You grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip against your slick pussy. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

You slowly sunk down on his cock until every inch of his was inside you. The air left Zack’s lungs, his jaw dropping at the sensation of your pussy sucking him in. A stunned expression adorning his face, you asked, “You okay?”

He squirmed beneath you, adjusting to the new feeling. “It’s so warm.”

You smiled, placing your hands on his chest and rolling your hips. Zack tried to hold back from cumming right then. In an attempt to distract himself from your velvety walls massaging him, he teased you just as you had done to him, “Do you fuck all serial killers you come across or is it just me?”

Knowing what he was doing, you answered, “Just you,” and began to bounce on his cock. “Damn it.” He knew he wasn't going to last long. Throwing his head back, he tried not to watch your boobs bounce as you fucked yourself on his cock. But you weren’t gonna make it easy for him. “You wanna feel ‘em?” You placed his hand on your breast and, unable to resist, he groped and kneaded your boob. His other hand traced up your voluptuous curves, taking note of how soft your skin was compared to his burned flesh.

“Ah, Zack!” you moaned, reaching down to rub your clit. Your walls clenched around him as his hips bucked into you, hitting your sweet spot. “Keep doing that.”

His hands found their way to your waist, helping you rock back and form as he thrusted up into your warm, wet, cunt. “Just like that.” Feeling his cock twitch inside you and the growls that left his throat, you knew he was close. So you raced to get yourself to the edge before he reached it himself. But honestly, it wasn’t all that hard. As inexperienced as he was, he was still so fucking sexy. And the way he manhandled you earlier left your skin burning with desire.

“Harder.” His nails dug into your flesh, bracing you for what was to come. He pounded his cock into you, leaving you breathless as he used you for his own pleasure. Your moans became irregular and choked up at the feel of his erratic thrust hitting deep inside you. You gasped, body convulsing as your orgasm rippled through you. He gave you one last powerful thrust before emptying his balls deep inside you.

As he lowered his hips, you kept yourself steady by leaning your hands on his torso. “That was amazing.” Zack hummed in response, trying to catch his breath. He was shocked by your next words, “You wanna go another round?”

“You can’t wait five minutes before your tryin’ to bang me again?!” he asked, his cock was still sensitive from your previous activities.

“I just love sex,” you shrugged. “If you could kill people all day then wouldn’t you?”

“Duh,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well that's what it's like with me,” you explained, “just with sex instead of murder.”

He frowned at your flushed face as he contemplated it in his head. Damn you, he thought, you were still looking at him with that loving expression. Sighing, he said, “Give me ten minutes and we can go again.”

“Yay!” you cheered.

You grabbed a blanket that was hanging off of the armrest and used it to cover you both. Zack grimaced when you placed sweet kisses on his chest. “The hell are you doing that for?”

“I’m giving you affection.” You cuddled into him, looking up at him with big doe eyes.

“Gross.” He closed his eyes, letting you hold him close as you both rested. Maybe keeping you around for a while wouldn’t be such a bad idea. “Do it again.”

[jannahime]

Hello, can you do where Raian meets Zara aka (Zack Foster sister), and she is crazy just like him. Where Raian and his brothers heard commotion and screaming and saw a building and they saw blood and Raian was interested. When they went to the building, they saw 2 males screaming at the women with a scythe and she sliced them into halves and she was cackling crazy just like her brother. Raian was not only intrigued but was deeply in love with her and they both have a connection. They are both crazy and want to kill with bloodlust. After that she turned around saw Raian and her eyes went to neutral color and she waved at him innocently. Raian took her with him and they get to meet interact with each other. Around 6 months, she was nervous to her skin to Raian because she was also burned like her brother and she had bandages around her. Raian saw her and she jumped little bit and told him she was scared to show her skin. Raian told her (his style), “I don’t give a flying fuck what you look like underneath, all I care about is what is underneath with those crazy beautiful sexy eyes”. Zara tested up and kissed him and she showed him her true self. Raian carefully touch her and he kissed some scars and Zara reared up more and kissed him more.

Yes I can I am very sorry for taking so long in answering your ask! 🙏😞

Psycho Love

Raian Kure x GN Reader, Raian Kure

|fluff|Blood|limbs chopped|a little bit of 18+|

Word count: 1,638

It was already 3 am and Raian and Reiichi and Hollis were out on a mission that required three men. But Raian thought otherwise and he was very annoyed at the fact that he was being babysitted by these two.

He wanted to be on his own, and he craved carnage and a good ol massacre. “Why are the two of you here with me on this mission? What the fuck was the old man thinking sending you and Reiichi with me on this mission!? I can fucking handle it!” Growled Raian with annoyance.

“Look Raian….grandfather Erioh said you needed backup and we're doing just that. After what you did to Alan….Edward Wu himself will try to kill you or he'll send someone to come kill you…. we're just here to cover you while you fight the big boss.” Replied Hollis with an indifferent expression.

Raian just snarled and continued to walk away fast to the point where he was now jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Suddenly his ears caught a blood curdling scream and a sinister grin appeared on his face.

He soon glided from rooftop to rooftop towards the scream. He now heard psychotic laughter and it began to get him quite curious and excited at the same time, wondering who is unleashing carnage at the moment and why.

When he arrived at the scene, he saw two grown men from Edward Wu’s clan shaking in fear from a small, curvy, and feisty looking wild cat with a huge scythe that was covered and dripping with blood. She laughed like the maniac she is as she threatened the two men with her scythe.

“Look at you two grown men trembling with fear now! Look at the one on the left pissed his pants! Hahahahaha 🤣!!!” Her maniac laugh echoed in the air.

Raian’s sinister grin grew wider and wider as the woman swung her scythe and chopped the two men up like chopped liver leaving nothing but bits and chunks swimming in a puddle of blood.

“Wooh! How fun!” She giggled like a schoolgirl who just got a date.

When she turns around she stops in her tracks and she sees Raian Kure towering over looking down at her with a smug grin and a smooth look that says “woah mama.”

“Who the fuck are you?” She asked with such a diva attitude, popping one hip out and leaning on it with her one hand resting on her hip and the other carrying her scythe over her shoulder.

“Raian Kure at your service doll. And you are?” Raian spoke smoothly to her being a flirtatious thug.

“....It's Zara…..Zara Foster. So…..what do you want….Raian Kure?” She replied dryly.

“Oh come on! lighten up kitten.” Purrs Raian as he plays with a few strands of her long messy hair.

“Back off creep….don't touch me!” Spat Zara at Raian as she threatened him with her scythe to his throat. He only raised an eyebrow as he continues to sincerely grin at her not being bothered by the fact that he was being threatened by a weapon to his throat.

“Look doll face-”

“It's Zara!” She hissed threateningly at him.

“Whatever. My point is…..it seems that you and I share a common interest.” Spoke Raian with a small chuckle.

“Is that so?..and what might that be?” Spoke Zara sarcastically as she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“Our arousal for bloodlust.” replied Raian with a cheeky grin.

“Is that right ……” She spoke uninterested. But soon more of Edward Wu’s clan surrounded the two of them. The two began to smile and cackle in a maniac way.

Raian attacked from the left side while Zara took the right side unleashing her mighty strength and chopping off limbs and heads from the right bodies dropping to the ground one by one.

Hollis and Reiichi looked on with bewildered looks as they saw Raian and Zara dance in joy in a cesspool of the Wu clan's blood. Zara’s eyes were glowing red with bloodlust and Raian twirled her around up in the air picking her up from the waist twirling her up in the air.

Soon her eyes went back to normal and she waved and blushed at him shyly. Months go by as the two begin to date. Fusui couldn't believe her older brother found someone who actually clicked with him and was just as crazy as him.

The fact that he was asking her for advice on a gift and what to wear on a fancy date. “oh my god……did I die and go to heaven or hell…..who are yih and what have you done with my brother. Where the fuck is my crazy bastard brother that I know?” Fusui replied, still shocked.

“Shut up! Hurry up and tell me what the fuck do women like so I can fucking get a present for my girl! And is this outfit good enough or do I need to get fancier clothing?” He replied dryly.

“.....just get her some red roses…or black roses…..and what you're wearing is fine if you're going to take her to Cheddar's. That outfit is fine.” Fusui replied, still shocked.

“Um…” uttered Fusui.

“What?” Replied Raian with a snarl.

“Are you going to introduce her to us one of these days?” Fusui asked, a little anxious.

“Fuck no! Why the fuck would do that! Plus I don't want to fucking look desperate into marrying her….at least not yet.” Growled Raian in annoyance as he fixed his tie.

Raian didn't come back last night, in fact he didn't come back home for a few months. Fusui and everyone else got worried. no matter who texted Raian he wouldn't pick up nor reply to the messages and calls, he would sometimes read the messages but he would leave them on read.

Everyone worried that the Wu clans got to him out a few weeks later he showed up with scratch marks, bite, marks, hickeys, and a bitten and a semi swollen bottom lip a little bit of red lipstick smudged on his lips

“Where have you been…..did you seriously get devoured by-”

“Yeah and what of it grandpa ... .oh we and by the way you're going to be a grandpa AND I'm going to be a dad…. you're welcome!” He walks away humming to himself in a happy mood.

Erioh almost had a heart attack as he clutched his chest uncertain how to feel. Fusui fainted and everyone else was still shocked.

Months prior:

Zara was a little nervous. Raian was coming to sleepover. He didn't ask permission, he literally texted her telling her that he was coming over and that he wasn't going to wait on an answer.

Zara was blushing and a nervous wreck. She knew that tonight might be the night as to where it would be an intimate passionate night between her and Raian.

She was self-conscious of herself. She was full of burn marks from head to toe. And she felt like he would be disgusted if he saw her skin.

He kicks the door down without knocking. “Hey I'm here.” Replied Raian nonchalant.

“I have a door knob and a doorbell you know.” Zara replied with a sigh.

“Yeah I know.” Replied Raian nonchalantly.

He pins Zara to the wall and kisses her through her bandaids. Zara moans softly but she tries to push him away but he doesn't let go.

“R-Raian…..ah …..wait……mmm……” she whispers softly into his mouth.

Raian began to tear open her bandages. But Zara pushes him away, roughly jumping a little. “No Raian! I just don't feel comfortable in my own skin! I-”

“I don't give a flying fuck what you look like underneath, all I care about is what is underneath those crazy, beautiful, sexy, eyes of yours.” Replied Raian in a hoarse tone of voice.

Zara gasps softly and she kisses him back just as fiercely. Raian manages to tear off all of her bandages and then he kisses every scar on her body from head to toe.

She helps um undress while he rips off her clothes. He kisses her neck and jawline nuzzling her ear with his lips whispering dirty things in her ear.

Zara chuckles softly as she tilts her head back giving him freedom to kiss her neck and jawline. He soon cups her chin and he devours her mouth, their tongues tangile with each other.

He soon lifts her up in his arms and begins thrust into her roughly. Zara mewls quietly as she continues to kiss him and wrap her arms and legs around him tightly.

Raian had more missions to do but it was the first time he ever ignored them and spent his time with Zara for many months.

Until Zara got morning sickness one day. She took a test and she found out she got pregnant.

Back to present day:

When Fusui woke up she looked around. “I swear…..did I just hear that psycho older brother…..is going to be a father?” She said still shocked.

“That he is….oh my…..I hope the baby grows up to be powerful as him but not as deranged as him.” Spoke Erioh in a sigh.

Months later Zara gave birth to a son and she named him Zack after her older brother. Zack had his mother's black hair and Raian's demon eyes. The many prayings of Erioh were heard as he wished for Raian’s son to be different and Zack’s IQ was high. The boy was very smart and spoke at a very young age when he's supposed to be talking gibberish.

The boy grew up to be one of the most powerful lethal weapons in the Kure Family just like his father Raian Kure.

The end…….

[rottenpumpkin13]

Ok so I really wanna ask something 🙏🏽

How do you think this all panned out? After Genesis discovered the truth, did he ever actually confront his foster parents when he came to Banora? You know..before he killed them? Was it quick or did his parents desperately try to reason with him before their demise? In my mind I can imagine Gen was kind of losing it from the hurt and betrayal, especially for him and his clones to go out and slaughter all the townspeople but idk

I'm a sucker for angst (as we all are around here) x

The degradation not only affected his body but also his mind profoundly—though it does not excuse his actions. I know It's widely accepted that Genesis's parents were assholes, but I like to give them nuance like every parent in the franchise (minus Hojo fuck him) and make them dismissive, but caring in their own way, and it stems from a scene that I've overanalyzed to shit:

In that scene where Zack and Tseng find Genesis in the factory, Zack says that Gen's parents would’ve given Shinra false information without the need for threats, and Genesis’s demeanor completely shifts. In an earlier scene, Lazard alludes to how his parents could be lying to cover for him, so what was Genesis’s reaction here? Guilt? Anger because Zack pointed out his parents were loyal? Anger because Zack insinuated that his parents cared for him and Genesis knew they didn't?

He goes from lounging on the ground, seemingly smug and unaffected with his little Loveless copy, to abruptly standing up, proclaiming, "My parents betrayed me. They have always betrayed me from the very beginning," and hurling a ball of fire at Tseng. I might be reading too much into this, but that scene always stuck out to me.

In any case, you’ve given me a really good prompt and you asked for angst! So here you go:

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He wasn’t blind to how privileged he was, even as a child. He knew some children in the village with unhappy home lives and parents who did not speak to each other, others whose financial conditions wrecked their families. Genesis became hyper-aware of that privilege when his best and only friend became one of them. Angeal lost his father young, being raised by a single mother in the latter half of his youth who did not make enough to support both herself and her son.

And then he met Sephiroth, another victim of an unhappy childhood, who had no parents and grew up confined to the walls of the same company that curated his birth.

Genesis was the odd one out in their trio, the only one who knew what a stable home life was like, to have two healthy parents—although he was not a healthy child. He was the only one who did not know what it was to not come home to two people at the end of the day, to not have every one of your whims indulged in. Granted, weren’t perfect.

As a child Genesis would call them strict. Genesis grew up needing to be perfect, to make them proud, someone that they could gloat over, which was why they posed no objection when he wanted to join SOLDIER. His father was a proud man, a prominent figure in Banora’s gentry, head of a house older than Banora itself. But he was fair, which was one of Genesis’ favorite qualities about him. He never discouraged his son’s theatrics, seeing them as opportunities for prestige. So he allowed Genesis fencing lessons, writing, and theater, and agricultural pursuits, all under the condition that he excelled in all areas. Genesis was set on pleasing them as a child, vying to be the best, the most awarded, and to give his parents all the awards they wanted.

This pleasing attitude began to wane when he hardened into a young man. He longed for independence, making use of his hidden base in the Banora mines, oftentimes favoring his hiding spot over his room back at home. Suffocated by his parents and their demands, he longed for independence, to move to the city and make a name for himself.

The arguments in the Rhapsodos house were plentiful when Genesis had grown into a reckless and headstrong teenager, always combative in his replies and with a tongue sharper than his sword.

But people grow and change, as did Genesis. He became a proud man, just like his father. Perhaps all the years he ingrained in Genesis's head that he needed to be the best finally got to him, and the need to be loved, glorified, and perfect became him.

His relationship with them became better as an adult, although his mother never changed.

Genesis understood his mother, granting her the compassion he did not give his father in his youth. She was at times overbearing, always fussing over him, with a hand over his forehead making sure his temperature was fine and an eye so critical and vain one would’ve thought he inherited from her had he been her biological son.

Mrs. Rhapsodos could not have children of her own, an upsetting condition to have with a social circle that prided itself over their heirs. The couple eagerly accepted the sickly baby when Shinra offered him to them. By their understanding, the baby had been a failure, not meeting Hollander’s standard and unfit to be theirs. The Rhapsodos did not see him that way. For people who had longed for a child, the one they were given was perfect beyond comparison. And perfect he would be, no matter how hard they would have to push him.

As a child, Genesis was careful not to track mud into the house. Springs in Banora were rough, with rain so insistent on decimating the local plantation, that it turned even the finest sand on the ground into mud. Mrs. Rhapsodos liked her plush white carpets, and Genesis knew the punishment for sullying the polished floors of the house would be severe. She knew where to hit her son where it hurt, knowing where he kept his flashlight he used to read late at night—unaware that the mako and enhancements in Genesis’s blood made him fit to see at night—and she knew to confiscate his books—unaware that when Genesis really liked a book, he memorized it to not need the pages to entertain himself.

It was a silly story to tell now as a man, trudging through the mud and rainfall in the middle of a Banora spring. He was coming back from Hollander’s lab with a stack of files under his arm, their contents so horrific that he thanked the rain for concealing his tears from any passersby. They had given him indefinite leave after the events in the training room. The wound in his shoulder wasn’t getting better, his duties were getting harder to fulfill by the day, so they sent him home until his condition improved.

But Genesis didn’t plan on staying there for long, especially after what he had just discovered, after what Hollander had confessed to.

His already fragile mind was a wreck.

Genesis didn’t bother to kick off his muddy boots when he went inside the house that day, watching the debris stain the white carpet, like the disbelief and rage quietly rolling off his shoulders. He rejected the maid who tried to get him to take his wet coat off, holding the files closer to him as he walked through the house. He heard laughter and the sound of talking and soft piano coming from the parlor room. It blended with the sound of his heavy breathing and footsteps. He stood at the doorway, holding the files tighter than before, forcing himself to look at them.

The question ‘Why?’ came in and out of mind, leveling with the hurt in his chest that refused to go away, competing with the pain in his shoulder that had become constant. His father sat at the piano, playing a few keys as he debated with his mother. She sat on the opposite armchair, working through her correspondences while they talked. As soon as their son’s presence became known, their conversation stopped at once.

Had he been a boy, he would’ve worried about his mother scolding him for the mud. Now he just stared at her. Mother was such a strong term.

“Genesis?” She sounded concerned and nothing but, putting her book down and rising from her seat at once. “Have you been out in the rain in your condition? Goddess help me,” she sighed, reaching instinctively for his wet coat, stopping to wipe away the rainwater from his face. “The cold can’t be good for your shoulder, darling.” He let her tug his coat away, keeping the files close to him. “What would happen if you caught a cold to complement your injury? What would people say? They'd think we're killing you to collect checks, that's what.”

His father rose from the piano, looking at him just as he did when he was a naughty child, staying out too long in the rain with Angeal and coming back with scraped knees.

“What were you doing out?” he asked, sinking his hands into the pockets or his trousers, looking at Genesis from his muddy shows to his wet hair. “Where did you go? Did anyone see you like that?”

Genesis stood still, watching.

He felt his mother's hand on the bandaged part of his shoulder, muttering something about having them changed and sterilized again.

“I went to visit Dr. Hollander,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “No one who matters saw me in this state, rest assured.”

His father nodded. “Is it your injury? Has the pain gotten worse?”

Genesis shook his head. “Just some conversation.” He glanced down at the files in his arms. “I needed to clarify some…things.” So many things.

His cryptic words fell on deaf ears to his mother, who gave his wet coat to a house staff before turning her attention back to him. “I’m going to run you a proper bath. The only thing you're going to achieve by bathing in the rain is an early grave.”

His mother brushed the wet hair out of his eyes. She was irritated, but she meant well, even if Genesis’s fortified mental state was slipping before he could realize that.

“I don’t think the rain can promise me something I already have.”

His mother's hand froze. “Genesis,” she said warningly.

His father laughed, likely trying to alleviate the tension and play into his son’s dark humor. “

Genesis looked down at her. He wasn't sure if none of it made sense, or if everything fell into place so perfectly he could no longer deny the absurdity of his life so far. His name was Genesis, for god's sake. The first one. The failed one. Half of Project G. Soon to be martyred for his belief that he could be anything but what he was born as—broken.

He shook her off, turning his back and starting out of the parlor. “I can take care of that bath myself. Excuse me.”

They were complacent in his pain right now. It could've been avoided if they had been honest with him from the beginning, instead of cradling him in lies.

“Are you sure?” She pressed. Genesis had started up the stairs when he was forced to look back at her again. It hurt every time he had to.

She was leaning on the edge of the banister. His father had come out to look at him too. They both looked concerned. It sickened him. How could they still feign concern even now? He was dying. It had already been done.

“I'm sure.” His voice cracked. He continued up the stairs, trying his hardest not to look at the photographs on the wall, the ones where the three look like a happy family, like he was their son instead of a fostered science project they were being paid to keep.

“Angeal called while you were out,” his father said. “He and Sephiroth have been trying to contact you. They told us to have you call them when you're home.”

Genesis nodded. “I'll see to it. Thank you.”

“I hope you haven't been ignoring them,” his father continued. “Need I remind you that a rift between the three of you could end up in the news.”

Genesis rolled his eyes.

When he reached the top, he leaned against the corner. He would never admit it to himself but he had to catch his breath after activities as minuscule as pulling his weight.

From there, he could hear their soft voices at the bottom when they thought he was out of earshot.

“You don't think it's scarlet fever again, is it?” his mother asked, exasperated. “He did look a bit red.”

His father hummed in amusement. “His hair is red and so is half of his wardrobe.”

“You know what I mean!”

He could hear a clinking glass that told him his father had gotten into the liquor at the table at the bottom of the steps. “Boys his age are complicated. How would you feel if you were put on leave for an injury you had no promised cure for?”

“Surely Dr. Hollander will—”

“I wouldn't put your faith in that man if I were you.”

“You watch your mouth. Hollander has done more to try to help him than any other doctor.”

“I'm being realistic, dear.” There was a pause. “The best we can do for him right now is pray and be here for him with whatever he needs.”

A choked cry from his mother. “Oh, my poor boy…Do you think he's lonely? He's away from his friends.”

Genesis could practically feel his father shake his own head as he took a sip of his brandy. “From what Angeal said, it's my understanding that he's not speaking to either Sephiroth or him.”

His mother huffed. “They were such good friends. He and Angeal have been attached at the hip since they were infants, and Sephiroth has been an amazing influence on him, don't you think?”

“Sephiroth did deliver the blow, dear.”

She gasped. “He's mad at him. Oh, what have I told that boy about holding grudges? Stubbornness that severe leads to a life of loneliness and unpopularity.”

“He's in pain, dear.”

“I'll go run him that bath, and perhaps drown him in oils if that is what it takes to wipe that frown off of his face. Goddess forbid anyone see him in that state. What would people say?”

Genesis heard his mother shuffling up the stairs. He stayed still. A single teardrop rolled down his cheek. He felt light-headed, gripping the wall for support as he caught his breath.

His father sighed disapprovingly. “He's a grown man—”

“—and as frail as he was the day we got him,” Mrs. Rhapsodos snapped.

Weeks passed, and Genesis found himself back at SOLDIER, back to his duties despite Sephiroth and Angeal’s reservations. Their conversations were rocky, with Genesis keeping to himself mostly, and opting to open up to Angeal mostly.

His shoulder still ached, a constant reminder of his vulnerability, but he pushed through the pain, determined to prove himself capable.

Returning to the familiar routines of SOLDIER life, Genesis buried himself in his work, throwing himself into missions with a fervor that bordered on recklessness. He sought solace in the adrenaline of battle, the rush of combat temporarily numbing the storm in his mind.

The revelations from his visit to Hollander lingered in his mind. He needed to do something, to act quickly and find a cure.

But as the days turned into weeks, Genesis found himself increasingly isolated, the rift between him and his friends widening with each passing day. Sephiroth and Angeal's concern only served to fuel his resentment, their attempts to reach out were met with cold indifference from him.

Genesis seized the first opportunity to embark on that mission to Wutai, abandoning the dreaded company that ruined his life, he found himself at the helm of a formidable force, half of SOLDIER standing behind him.

He did see his parents again after that. He confronted them the same week he returned with his army. Screams echoed through the halls of the old house, mingling with the sounds of shattering glass and the metallic tang of blood staining his hands. Tears streamed down his face as he unleashed the full force of his fury on his surroundings, refusing to address them as anything but mere strangers.

He hurled threats and accusations, his voice raw as he demanded answers, refusing to relent until they finally confessed.

His mother pleaded with him to let go of his anger. He told her that he was no son of hers. It was too late for reconciliation, and that night was the last he saw them.

Despite the pain and regret that gnawed at their hearts, his parents understood his reaction. They grappled with their own remorse, haunted by the realization that they had failed him in more ways than one. They lamented their shortcomings, wishing they had been more understanding, less rigid, more nurturing.

But their regrets remained unspoken, buried beneath layers of guilt and shame. And when the Turks came searching for Genesis in Banora, they chose to keep their encounter with him a secret, pleading with them, telling him that he was sick and not in his right mind.

In the end, their silence spoke volumes. Shinra got no information about Genesis's whereabouts from them, even if they knew about what was being done down at the factory.

Amidst the chaos of the degradation consuming his mind and body, there came fleeting moments of lucidity, like brief flickers of a dying flame in his mind. Genesis found himself trapped in an echo chamber of desperation, his thoughts consumed by the haunting verses of LOVELESS, recited on autopilot like a broken record.

For a time, he drifted in a haze, his vision clouded by hallucinations of grand battles and elusive cures, lost in a world of his own making. He moved through the motions of life like a puppet on strings, his once sharp mind dulled by the relentless onslaught of his deteriorating condition.

Autopilot became his default state, his every action guided by instinct and prophecy rather than reason. He grew distrustful of the path he walked, his anger and hurt festering like a poison within him.

It was at the tail end of his ruthless attack on Banora, when it all briefly returned to him. By then, his morals and senses had been corrupted by the insidious parasite eating away at his brain, transforming him into a cruel, unrelenting shell of his former self.

But in that brief moment of clarity, he saw them—his parents, their lifeless forms at his feet. It was a sight that pierced through the fog of his mind, stirring something deep within him. Despite the cruelty he had inflicted upon them, despite the lies and betrayal, his heart tightened with a pang of remorse. The copies had gotten to them, just as he knew they would.

So he did what little he could to atone for his sins. With trembling hands, he buried them, giving them the dignity of a proper burial. As he worked, visions of his past flooded his mind like a river, washing over him with bittersweet nostalgia.

He remembered the simple joys of his childhood—apple picking with his mother, following his father on business trips to the city.

But even as the memories washed over him, he knew they were nothing more than a facade, a cruel illusion designed to keep him ignorant and complacent.

"The grave at the house," Tseng's voice cut through the tension. "We found the remains of our people there as well."

Genesis's mind raced, the words of Loveless echoing in his ears like a mantra. "It didn't take much to have them send false reports," he said coolly, "Just some mild threats…"

Zack's voice broke through the haze. "They would have done that anyway. At least your parents would have."

It was like a glass shattering over Genesis's head. Slowly, he looked up, unfurling himself from his position on the floor. Rage simmered beneath the surface, threatening to erupt into a fiery inferno.

"My parents betrayed me," he spat, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. "They had always betrayed me from the very beginning."

As Zack's words sank in, Genesis felt a surge of indignation rising within him. How dare they speak of things they didn't understand, to accuse him as if he were the villain? He was the hero, the chosen one, destined for greatness.

Fire glowed ominously from his bracer.

They didn't know anything at all.

[jaydencringstorys]

I did say first and not only.

so here is Zack foster.

Stalker/obsessive fem like GN (I think) reader x Zack Foster. You I turned on the news and they showed a blur of a body saying there was another kill. I sighed pulling out my computer and putting down the date and cause of death into my spreadsheet. His kills have been slowing down, it tends to be in the winter. It's a shame blood looks so pretty in the snow. It was late at night but since the police were on his ass he probably won't be out for much longer. I know that I saw him once with a brown hood and a freshly soaked scythe. I was lucky enough to stay hidden and see him in the flesh. Everything inside of me wanted to reach out and touch him. I got into my comfy clothes and went to bed. I'm curious what his face looks like. The next morning was normal but today I was going to wear my best outfit, a form-fitting long-sleeve shirt and a short skirt with thick leggings to keep warm. Sadly in the real world, I have to go to my boring job. Strangely I felt watched.

[comshipbracket]

Antis DNI - Block the tag "comship" if this causes discomfort.

Remember, you are voting for the ship you prefer, not the ship you find more problematic

Propaganda for both ships under the cut.

Disclaimer: All ships (other than NozoCoco) on this bracket are FOLLOWER-SUBMITTED ships, the Mods do not always hold necessary knowledge to be aware of any errors or fanonizing what should be canon material that may arise.

Zackray Propaganda (MinorxAdult, Toxic Dynamic)

"Ray is a 13-year-old girl who wakes up in a weird building without memories. Oh, there are some weird killers in the building with her too. Zack is one of them and the first time they meet he runs after her with a scythe. Love at first sight <3 (/joke)

At first, her memories return and she remembers why she was in that building in the first place. With her memories back, she becomes apathetic and almost indifferent to everything.

After Zack saves her from a very creepy doctor, she turns to him and asks one thing: `Could you kill me?`. Zack is very confused, but after he realizes that he would never be able to leave the building alone, he offers her a deal. He would only kill her after she helped him leave the building. This is the beginning of their connection.

I can't give too many spoilers, but seriously, they are a duo that subverts all expectations. Although Zack is a cold serial killer and blah blah blah, Rachel can be more cursed and scarier than him. It's really funny that she spends the entire anime begging him to kill her, and his reaction every time is `Wtf is wrong with you`. And yes, Zack may be an adult, but Ray can be more rational than him and is very good at understanding things quickly. She is the one who always finds a way for them to escape the traps of the other killers in the building.

He spends the entire anime asking her to smile, because then he would be more excited about killing her, but every time she tries to smile, he laughs at her and says that her smile is lifeless (and it really is, my poor girl).

At one point in the anime she says that he is her god. It's serious. She even hugs a knife he gave to her very intimately.

He compares her to a doll a few times in the anime. It's so weird and cute <3

They're not canon, but I would argue that the romantic subtext is there. Anyway, they are weird, traumatized people who end up getting very attached to each other."

Family Rentarou Propaganda (Pseudo-Incest - Hakari and Hahari are related, Rentarou dates both. Kusuri and Yaku are related, Rentarou dates them both, Pseudo-Age Gap/Pseudo-Teen x Minor - Kusuri and Yaku both use an immortality potion making them LOOK 8, Rentarou is 16, Incest, MotherxDaughter - Hahari french kissed her daughter Hakari, Age Gap, AdultsxMinor, AdultsxTeen - Yaku is 89 and Hahari is 29 while Rentarou is 16, Nonconsensual Drugging/Nonconsensual Love Potion - Kusuri keeps doing this to Rentarou)

"The God of love in Rentarou's world has legitimately declared these are Rentarou's official soulmates. He is required to date all 100 of these girls. When he even considered cheating as an option, he beat himself up for an entire night before settling on making this a proper polycule circumstance. Even when Hakari's mom enters the polycule, the polycule still keeps going strong! He's the first harem protagonist I've ever seen who says `You know what? Let's try polyamory! That's a way better idea!` and manages it healthily

With the polycule growing strong, with this many girlfriends, you might think that Rentarou would run out of energy or time to care for all of them. He doesn't! When it comes to Hakari and Karane, he manages to please them both despite their clashing deredere and tsundere personalities and jealous attitudes. He gets them to fall in love with not only him, but it's heavily implied also with each other!

When Shizuka - a mute girl - enters the picture, he spends entire days staying up all night to transcribe every word in the book she uses as a talking tool into a proper text to speech app, despite the book not having an App Reader version yet. He even downloaded the app he made to his own phone to show it was safe to her!

He's able to understand Nano's lack of emotions and need to do everything logically, but also able to see the subtleties in her mostly neutral expression and notice when she's enjoying herself. With Kusuri, he tries to both support her endeavour of making weird and new drugs, but ALSO to keep her safe. He does everything he can to keep these girls safe.

When Hakari's mom tried to prevent Hakari from dating Rentarou, he and his girlfriends staged a girlfriend rescue mission where they'd snatch her back and find her a new place where they could be together forever, no matter how much it would end up with Hahari trying to hunt them down... only for Rentarou to find a relationship with Hahari as well, after convincing her he was right for her daughter! Hahari fell in love with his genuine and sweet way of adoring each of these girls! If I talk about the rest of them this'll become far too long, so I'll leave it here! I adore Rentarou's family. The best depiction of a polyamorous group I've seen in any media, despite all it's wonks."

[midnightlee25]

Hello it's me Rachel how are you doing today ?

All is fine ?

Sorry if i bother you um you can do yandere zack foster x reader headcanon from anime angels of death ?

Random Yandere Headcanons: Character headcanons: Zack Foster

eks He is a very possessive and controlling yandere.

He won’t let anything hurt his darling but that doesn't mean he won’t.

With harsh punishments to keep them in line for example.

He also gets jealous easily and will immediately cut down any rivals that get in his way.

The more the rival gets closer to his darling the slower their death will be.

He demands his darlings full attention at all times and will literally drag them everywhere he goes.

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Zack Foster (Angels of Death) X Reader

~Warning:Dark Topics (ie murder/attempted), cussing

~NOT FLUFF

His manic laughter echoed through your head. The look of pure insanity in his eyes, as he’s running toward you scythe out ready to cut you. You jolted up right in your bed as sweat beaded down your face. Your heart was beating what felt like a million miles a second and you were breathing heavily, panting out of breath. You quickly flip the light on next to you and look around the room. Of course, it’s safe. Your home. You made it out of that hell hole but the trauma  it caused you life long affects. You had almost been killed by Zack while you were in there. This left you to jump at the slightest noises and become so scared of sharp objects and the color brown that it made life very difficult at times. You could hardly leave the house without having a break down. You swear you saw him everywhere, and yet at the same time you didn’t. You kept trying to convince yourself it was your mind playing tricks on you. That’s all. You cuddled up dimming the light but not turning it off as you calmed yourself. You were almost asleep when you heard it the door shut on its own. You shot up and immediately looked only to see him staring at you. You were so scared you couldn’t move you couldn’t scream, nothing. You were completely frozen in fear. “I told you I’d find you doll. Time for me to cut you open”…

[thelaughtercafe]

Muted Memories

Tea Type: Milk Tea

Potential Triggers: A lot with this one! Violence/Threats of violence, nonspecific mention of thoughts of suicide, abuse(verbal and emotional for one physical for the other two), negative thought patterns, running from your problems for fear of burdening others, and I think that’s it! Also anime and game spoilers; this takes place post-game! Really it’s just the first few paragraphs thought so skip to where the second person starts if you plan on playing/ watching it!

Please gently let me know if I forgot any/you want any added!

Pairing: Issac Foster/F! Reader

Length: 5.7k+

Summary: Zack and Rachel return to one of the few places he felt safe once upon a time in order to hide out. Imagine his surprise when he finds someone else in need of protection, and may even grow to allow himself that long forgotten solace once again.

A/N: So this fic is very personal to me and I use it to cope with my own trauma, hence the subject matter. I hope it offers solace for even one other person; please do let me know your thoughts if you enjoy it!

“Well, if that’s what ya want- stop crying and smile.”

Zack’s words were the same as always, crude with a deranged undertone so distinctly him it made Rachel’s eyes tear anew as a grin broke across her lips.

The most genuine smile she’d had since she’d last been with him.

“That’s more like it!”

A note of exhilaration has filled Zack’s voice and he swung, his scythe hitting its mark.

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…..

……….

Rachel opened her eyes from when she’s instinctively closed them to find her hair now short. She could only blink in bewildered confusion.

Zack merely grinned and held out his hand to her expectantly. There were cops swarming the place. There wasn’t much time he knew but she needed to know.

“Rachel Gardner is dead. We belong to each other now, Ray.”

Ray hiccupped and only then realized she was sobbing as she took his hand. It’d taken forever but finally.

Finally.

She owned someone and they owned her in return.

—–

Elsewhere, a girl tends to a long dead man’s home. It had once been hers too, more than her own. Pain stabs her heart whenever she returns and yet how can she not? He’d once mentioned a boy he’d saved before he died, one he wanted to help heal. He’d asked for her help. Yet now, here she stays alone, keeping his memory alive as best she can, in hopes one day the boy might return so she can fulfill the promise the man cannot as well as her own.

—–

It was a quiet day at the Takamata residence, not that such a thing was unusual. With no-one to tend to it now that the kind man was gone you had taken over it’s care and even began living there yourself.

You’d thought your tears had dried after a week but when they sorted out his will and found out you’d been left his home…let’s just say they returned with a vengeance.

You’d never had an easy childhood, a neglectful biological father quickly followed by an abusive stepfather made you shy and self-deprecating. Your empathy remained as you cared for your sickly mother and you found a passion for helping others. You often juggled their problems and shoved your own down deep. Better to help everyone else. It was all you were good for.

When Mr. Takamata found you, bleeding and scared as you sobbed on the road home he’d comforted you and welcomed you in his home, even helped to bandage you. You’d been so desperate for a moment of freedom from the venomous words constantly hurled at you that you’d just…ran. You kept running despite the scratches and falls you took. He was blind but he was good with his hands and he listened.

It was the first time you’d ever opened up and had someone be empathetic to you instead of the opposite.

He didn’t like that you promised him to never tell your sickly mother but like Hell were you going to be responsible if the stress worsened her condition.  Deep down you felt you had earned your stepfather’s ire anyway. If you just did everything perfectly then he wouldn’t have a reason to hate you so vehemently.

Reluctantly, Mr. Takamata kept his promise but on the condition you’d always come to him and have a place with him should you want it. Your weekends were spent with him and when you began middle school so did your afternoons. He showed up to your middle school graduation, hugged you in a way that made you feel sheltered and safe like you never had.

A week later he was found murdered. Butchered by drunks.

You were alone again; yet he still had the foresight to leave you a place to go to. To hide.

So you did.

At first it was weekly visits and then daily…and eventually you ran away completely; opting to only return to your original home on the weekends to tend to your mother and bear the unbearable in silence as you always did.

Here you now stood. Mother now dead, barely attending college for Nursing between your job to pay for food, and all your essentials. Every now and then you could afford the next book in a series you liked but even cable was out of the question.

You passed your time by keeping the place in pristine condition, focusing on your studies(thank God rented laptops were a part of your tuition) and reading or re-reading the books you had. The library was always a safe haven to engage in; letting you read all you liked of the books there until they closed so you often found yourself there on the weekends.

A glance at the clock had your eyes widening in surprise.

“Shit!”

You were going to be late! You grabbed your bookbag after shoving your laptop inside and were out the door in a rush of fabric.

You could definitely make the bus if you ran! You had to!

—–

Zack let out a relieved sigh as he spotted the familiar looking house. Looks like he hasn’t forgotten where it was after all.

“Isn’t this wrong? Using a dead man’s home without permission?”

Zack jiggled the lock and snorted as he began fiddling with it, using his newly bought knife to do so.

“What? You wanna call him back from the dead and ask him? No-ones in here anyway. It’s in the middle of nowhere. Perfect for us to lie low and wait till the cops forget we exist-hell yeah!”

He cheered with a grin as he managed to get the lock open, pumping his fist in the air.

He entered without care and turned with a vaguely confused frown to Ray.

“Well? You wanna freeze out there be my guest, but I’m taking my chances here.”

He threw himself onto the couch as the blond girl hesitantly entered and closed the door gently behind her.

This place reminded her of her old home. It was indeed warmer in the literal sense but also figuratively too.

This place felt…lived in.

She didn’t want to bother him when he looked so tired but…

“Zack?”

She called out as she looked around nervously.

“What?”

Annoyance laced his voice as he peeked one eye open.

“I don’t think no-one lives here. Why else would the heat be on and…”

She opened the fridge, where some clearly recently bought food waited.

“The fridge stocked? Maybe we should go.”

Zack’s eyes lit up at the sight of food and he moved to stand and headed over, greedily snatching a cold bottle of water-make that two- before returning to the couch.

“Yeah and? If anyone does live here I’ll just slice ‘em up when they come home. You worry too much Ray. Get some shuteye will ya?”

He turned his back to her and she couldn’t help but wonder as her eyes flicked to the door from where she’d been observing a photo of a girl and an old man.

“Yeah…okay. Sleep well, Zack.”

She joined him in sleep reluctantly as she made herself comfortable on the bed in the adjoining room, falling asleep to the distinctive smell of vanilla.

—–

You sighed tiredly as you got home after a long day of school. You’d missed the bus of course, which meant you had to run all the way to campus. You weren’t exactly the pinnacle of fitness so you were a sweaty, panting mess as you stumbled through the door 15 minutes late. Your teacher had glared at you something fierce but luckily she hasn’t commented as you rushed to pull yourself together and get ready to learn.

You were in your last semester of general education courses now, figuring you’d get them out of the way so your last two years could be full of nothing but Nursing.

In any case, you were exhausted.

You closed the door behind you and yawned as you stretched. You moved to turn on the lights but froze suddenly at the feeling of being watched as the back of your neck prickled. Reacting on instinct you twirled away and thanks to doing so barely dodged a thrown knife at your head.

You stared in complete shock for a moment and then you lunged for it and the lights as brightness flooded the room.

Your attacker was interesting looking that’s for sure; bandages adorning every inch of skin you could see and two different colors glaring at you. You’d gotten the knife, but what the Hell were you going to do with it? Your bands trembled and suddenly, as he noticed it himself, the man grinned.

“Heh. Well ain’t that cute. Never used a knife, have you sweetheart?”

Fuck. He was perceptive.

Still you frowned and tried to think why he looked vaguely…familiar as you backed away and he casually walked forward. His appearance was so distinctive; it’s not likely something you’d have forgotten seeing.

Your eyes glanced over to your bedroom doorway and he took the opening, lunging for you and making you squeal as you grappled for the knife.

“H-Hey! Stop it I don’t want to hurt you!!“

Your voice held an edge of panic and just as he’d cornered you against the kitchen counter, knife raised to strike with a grin you cried out as you shielded your face with your arms.

"You’re Issac right!?”

…

….

…..

When nothing happened for several moments you hesitantly peeked open your eyes and found yourself even more scared as he leaned over you to stare into your eyes. His tone dripped with looming threats you knew were promises if you didn’t answer.

“How the fuck do you know who I am kid?

Kid?

You let that slide and held his gaze before you bit your lip nervously.

His eyes flashed and he seemed to take it as you not wanting to tell him as he roughly grabbed your wrist and forced you to the ground, straddling your waist to leave you even more vulnerable as he held the knife to your captive hand threateningly.

"Either you start talking or I start chopping and I’m not the patient type lady…so pick fast.”

He smiled sweetly as he traced the blade up and down over your index finger, feather light and you started to ramble.

“I-M-Mr. Takamata. He mentioned a boy, with bandages he’d found when I was a little girl. Nearly a decade ago now. He told me he wanted us to be friends that I should try and help-”

You were cut off as he threw his head back and laughed; caustic and loud as the knife abruptly moved to your neck.

“Oh that is just rich. Another victim trying to use my past as ammo.”

His smile turned to a dead eyed hatred as he leaned down to hiss in your ear.

“Nice try sweetheart. ‘Fraid you’re not the first. 'Least you confirmed where you got your info. Just bad luck you got this house. Well. Nighty ni-huh?”

His expression of gleeful sadism faded as Ray quietly spoke his name and held a familiar picture in front of his face.

“That’s-”

He looked between the picture and you a moment and then, as if stricken, hopped off of you and then was out the door.

Despite the irrationality of it all, worry flooded you and you jumped up to go after him; calling out.

“Wait!”

“It’s okay.”

The dull eyed girl smiled understandingly at you as she held you back gently by your jacket.

“Zack tends to do that when he’s overwhelmed. He’ll be back later.”

Something in you urged you to trust her so you nodded and merely closed the door.

Nothing for it but to wait, then.

Was waiting for a man who’d just tried to kill you and threatened to cut your fingers off entirely sane? Probably not, no. But you had a feeling these two weren’t either so…who were they to judge?

This was all the closest thing to a father had ever wanted from you.

Like Hell would you let him down, or abandon someone in need.

—–

“So…um…”

Rachel, as she’s stoically introduced herself, turned to look at you.

“Not that I’m not glad he’s back safe and all but…why are you two here?”

The only show of her surprise was the slight widening of her eyes.

“You really don’t know? Don’t you have a TV?”

You shook your head.

“No. Don’t have the money for one as a broke college student. The few books I can afford are fantasy and supernatural based.”

“Oh. Well…Zack and I are fugitives. They think he killed me.”

You raised an eyebrow at that wordlessly saying “clearly, he didn’t”.

“Oh and…don’t call me Rachel. Old habit. My name is Ray, now.”

You flinched at Zack’s loud entrance as he slammed the door open right after she finished speaking before snarling at you. The brief shock you’d seen in his face was gone as fast as it had appeared.

“The Hell are you still doing here?! Why didn’t you scram? You got a death wish or something?”

You shook your head, still trembling but smiling at him nonetheless. His eyes caught it though and he laughed, the sound acidic.

“Look at you, trying to act all brave. You can admit you’re scared you know. I can already tell~”

He seemed gleeful at this fact but you shook your head as your eyes gained a note of defiance.

“It’s not you.”

Despite the quiet tone you spoke them in, Zack read your lips and gripped your shoulders suddenly appearing…almost possessive in his rage.

“Then who the Hell is it? Someone’s got you more scared than me?”

You blinked at that but nodded.

“You’re…well. A momentary fear compares to one systematically ingrained in me over the years. Of course I’d be more scared of him than you.”

His group tightened for a moment, frown deepening when you realized something. The look in his eyes wasn’t anger- it was frustration.

He was confused.

"I mean- when you’re raised by an abusive dick, of course I’d fear him more than you.  Besides Mr. Takamata he…”

You searched your memory for his exact words.

“He said he’d never seen a kid so in need of care and support. He thought we’d both be able to help each other heal.”

Zack looked vaguely nauseous, and let you go as if burned.

“Gross…”

His murmur sounded half-hearted to you but Ray spoke up from beside you, making you flinch a little. You’d nearly forgotten she was there.

“Zack…maybe we don’t have to kill her. It sounds like she won’t turn us in.”

Zack scoffed at that, returning to his typical coldness as he rolled his eyes.

“She’s still a liar. Just cause she knew someone from my past doesn’t mean shit; I should gut her right here for that alone..”

“She didn’t even know we were fugitives till I told her. She doesn’t even have a TV.”

Zack reluctantly paused at that and turned to you with a grunt, eyes narrowed distrustfully.

“Phone?”

You smirked bitterly at that.

“No. I work a minimum wage job and all the savings I have goes to tuition to get me through college. I’m in school for Nursing.”

“Fan-fucking-tastic for you. I don’t care. I’m goin’ to bed. Do what you want. Ray, you get the couch this time. Scream if the bitch tries anything.”

With that he sulked into your bedroom and presumably went to sleep.

Unlike Zack, she was looking at you intently, curiosity shining in her blue eyes that bordered on excitement.

“Nursing? Isn’t that when you fix people?”

You nodded, smiling gently.

“Mm. Yeah. I just want to help people feel better. It’s all about dealing with injuries and such. I personally want to be a travel Nurse or maybe Psych. I feel like helping mentally is just as important as the physical.”

As your eyes flicked over to your closed door Ray caught the quick action and asked, bluntly.

“So you think Zack is one of those people that needs your help then?”

You blushed but nodded as you turned back to her. She was very perceptive too. No doubt they had to be.

“Well…yeah. I feel like anyone in need of help deserves my kindness. Simple as that. It’s my purpose in life.”

Ray seemed in awe at this.

“Your…purpose? Huh…”

You smiled gently and stood, heading to the closet.

“This is a lot to take in, and I’d definitely like more information later on, but either way; Mr. Takamata would’ve wanted you two to stay here as long as you like.“

You walked over with blankets and a pillow in your hands as you closed your eyes and smiled at her.

"I do too, in any case. It’s not safe for you out there in the cold and there’s bears and coyotes around. Help yourself to the fridge and cabinets if you’re hungry or thirsty. I don’t have much but you’re both welcome to it.”

You were surprised when the small blond girl suddenly hugged you as she stood up to allow you to make the couch more comfortable for her.

She spoke, but it was muffled and you pet her head gently as you asked.

“Hm? What was that Ray?”

“I said…”

She looked up at you, eyes sparkling.

“Thank you. You’re really nice, even though we don’t deserve it.”

Your smile strained a bit at that and you sighed, gently guiding her to get more comfortable on the couch.

“Everyone deserves kindness. Now, get some rest sweetie, okay? I’ve got class tomorrow but I’ll wake up and make sure you get breakfast before I leave.”

You both missed the quiet 'click’ of your bedroom door closing.

—–

Now that Ray was down, and Zack was as well presumably; you had schoolwork to get done. Studying for Anatomy and Physiology was always the hardest so you saved it for last, finishing what you were sure was late. A glance at the clock on your wall made you yawn.

3am. Wonderful. Time to say goodnight and then head to bed yourself.  It was gonna be a long day tomorrow; you had to be up at 7 to make breakfast like you promised for Ray.

You headed to the backyard and smiled sleepily at the gravestone awaiting you there as you sat down, too tired to keep standing.

“Hey Mr. Takamata. Thought I’d come say goodnight. Sorry I rushed off before I could say g'morning. I was running late again…”

You could almost imagine his smile, the way he’d say “Don’t try to rush things that need time to grow.” and got a little misty eyed.

“I…found that boy. The one you wanted me to meet. Or…more correctly I suppose he found me. In any case, I swear I’ll uphold my promise. No matter what.”

Despite yourself, a few of the tears fell and you sniffled.

“I wish you were here to meet him yourself.”

“The fuck’re you crying for?”

You squealed in surprise, jerking out of your kneeling position and looking up in fear for a moment until you registered it was just Zack. He must’ve snuck up behind you.

You let out a breath, a bit flustered at being caught crying as you rubbed your eyes.

“Meeting you has…kind of been my entire purpose. I can finally fulfill my promise to Mr. Takamata so I guess… I’m just happy. Plus… I’m a crybaby. Always have been ”

You blushed darker at the confession but Zack merely grunted and crouched down to examine the gravestone you’d made. His eyebrows furrowing as he ran his fingers over the lettering.

“So…this is for the old man huh? You dig this yourself?”

He wasn’t looking at you but his voice sounded gruff.

“Yeah. His body was really heavy and it was hard work digging a grave big enough…but I somehow managed it. He always loved sitting out here and talking with me, feeling the wind on his face as it made the wind chimes sing.”

Your tears dried at the happy memory and you rolled up to lay your head on your legs, a peaceful smile crossing your face.

“Did he? Huh. Guess you picked the right spot.”

Zack’s voice sounded thick but after a moment of silence he stood and smirked down at you, amusement shining in his hetacromstic gaze.

“Still; surprised a pipsqueak like you could pull it off. Must’ve taken you all day and all night.”

You went red at the teasing and pouted as you got to your feet.

“You’re not wrong but I managed it; and that’s all that matters. Anyway, what’re you doing up? Can’t sleep? I can make you some tea if you want. It might help.”

He blinked at you but nodded after a thought.

“…Fine. I wanna talk to you anyway.”

You nodded and headed into the kitchen, flipping the kettle on as you pulled down a mug and took out a teabag. Shit, you were out already? You’d have to budget some in once you went grocery shopping next week, plus factoring in how much more food you’d need with two additional mouths to feed. You might have to dip into your meager savings.

As the kettle went off and you added the hot water, you tilted your head at Zack, quiet in the darkness beside you. It was a little eerie how well he fit into it.

“Do you want milk and sugar? It makes it a lot sweeter.”

He nodded.

“Sure, whatever. Never had it before. Long as it’s drinkable.”

You suddenly realized you’d only told Ray and sighed as you added milk and extra sugar as you typically took it.

“Shit. Sorry I assumed you were sleeping and only told Ray- you’re welcome to any food and drinks you want; no need to ask. Just tell me if we run out of anything and I’ll add it to the grocery list.”

He narrowed his eyes at that and went quiet as you set his tea on the table and sat across from him looking at him expectantly as he sat down.

“You’re weird.”

He muttered after a moment, still looking at you as if trying to figure something else.

Your smile widened nervously at that.

“Thank…you? I think?”

He rolled his eyes at that.

“Not a compliment. Why the fuck are you scared of some person who obviously isn’t even here more than me? Hell; why aren’t you scared of me period? Everyone deserves kindness? What about murderers? I’ve killed hundreds, little girl.”

Your mouth thinned as you heard this, but you sighed, and smiled at him nonetheless.

“So you were eavesdropping then?”

He looked stricken at that before he leaned forward and hissed, voice little more than a defensive growl as he grabbed you and pulled you up to be face to face with him.

“I didn’t trust you with Ray. For all we know this college student thing could all be an act.”

“You’re more than welcome to check my anatomy and physiology textbooks if you’d like. But, in any case, it wasn’t a judgement. I wouldn’t trust people if I was on the run either. Must be tiring is all; constantly being on the run. You’re welcome to stay here, at the very least, as long as you’d like.”

He snorted, releasing you with a frustrated huff.

“You make a habit of opening your home to wanted fugitives? Or are you just stupid?”

You giggled at that, but it was sad as you leaned your cheek on your hand and shrugged.

“Well; Mr. Takamata left me this place but I kinda feel it’s yours too. After all, no matter for how short a time, he took you in. You’re just as worthy as I. He would’ve let you stay. And I…well yeah. I guess I am stupid…but this isn’t because of that. I’m lonely. The company would be nice. Besides, everyone currently here is broken…it may be nice to help hold one another together. Don’t you think?”

Your breathing was slow and even and you yawned, glancing at the clock. Shit. 4 am now.

Zack had hidden behind his eyes behind his hair as you explained and scoffed, standing with a grumble.

“…Yeah, whatever. Just don’t be surprised if we don’t stick around. We don’t need an extra along for the ride. We’ve got plenty of weird between the two of us, so butt out. Got it?”

He didn’t wait for your response as he headed back to your room.

You shrugged off his words, the whole conversation feeling like a haze as you laid your head on your arms. It wouldn’t be much…but 3 hours should be enough. Just a little energy to get you through the day.

—–

You sighed as you felt an odd yet familiar sensation; fingers brushing through your long hair, giving a hum in contentment.

“What’re you touching her for? I say we take the food and scram.”

“Her hair is really soft, and she looks pretty. Besides, she said she’d make breakfast.”

“And you think that will wake her up? Move.”

The fingers stopped and just as you pouted and attempted to move closer to it; suddenly you were falling, making you squeal and barely catch yourself on your hands.

You looked around frantically, trying to get a grasp of your surroundings as you blinked quickly.

“Wah!! J-Jesus what-!?”

Zack burst out laughing at your reaction, bending over in complete stitches as you were left pouting and blushing in embarrassment.

“Hah!! You really are a damn mouse! I’ve never heard a voice go so high pitched!!”

“D-Don’t be mean! I can’t help it okay!?”

He jeered, approaching and bending down to knock on your skull.

“Suck it up little mouse~ Why don’t you get to cookin’ huh? Ray and I are tired of waitin’ for your lazy ass to get up.”

You frowned at that, eyes moving to the clock and gasped, hopping to your feet.

“It’s 10 already!? Please tell me you messed with my clocks! My alarm definitely should’ve-”

“Told you you shouldn’t have smashed it.”

Ray interrupted with a pout at Zack.

Dread weighed your stomach like a brick and it was all you could do to smile weakly.

“I’m scared to ask but…smashed what, exactly?’

Zack raised his chin towards the table in front of the living room couch where you’d left your school laptop and there it was; smashed to pieces.

“Oh I am so fucked.”

You could only sigh as you put your face in your hands for a moment, fought back tears and then straightened and headed to the fridge, as if nothing had happened.

“Do you guys have a preference on what to eat?”

Zack brushed off your reaction easily, eager to not take responsibility as he made himself comfortable in the same chair he sat in last nightst and spread his legs out.

“Anything is fine; but meat is the best if you have it.”

“And you Ray? Hm?”

You looked down in surprise as the blond girl hugged you around your middle when you opened the fridge and turned to look at her.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”

Your voice softened worriedly and she looked up at you with a mixture of apathy and determination.

“Sometimes hugging will make my dad’s hits hurt less when he got angry. Aren’t you mad?”

You blinked at that and then inhaled to keep the tears at bay. Christ, what had she gone through for that to be her first thought?

You raised your hand to pet her head and reluctantly did so when she didn’t flinch, feeling Zack’s eyes burning into you from the table.

“No hun; I’ll be fine. I’m sorry for cursing in front of you…I got worried, sad even because it’s a lot of money I’ll have to pay, and I really don’t…”

You hesitated, debating how to word it for her and settled on.

“…like confrontation. But not mad. Zack broke it because he didn’t know how to properly make it stop. I’ll teach him when I get a new one; and this situation will be avoided. So no reason to be mad!”

You pulled back to smile at her gently and she was giving you that wide-eyed look of awe again. You let her go and stood up to your full height, clapping with a grin before turning back to pull out the bacon from the fridge.

“How does eggs with cheese, bacon and toast sound?”

A glance back at Ray as you finished taking out the eggs and she smiled in a way that made your heart warm, arms held behind her back.

“Sure!”

“Whatever.”

Zack’s mutter could barely be heard but the intensity of his eyes on you had definitely lessened as you worked on prepping and cooking the food. Zack and Ray had a quiet, mumbled conversation beyond your back.

As you were plating it you casually mentioned it, knowing you’d have to be careful with your wording.

“So…I figured I’d tell you guys in advance; but I’ll need you to make yourselves scarce tomorrow. Just tomorrow; I’m not kicking you out or anything but it’s important.”

Your voice was light, but serious underneath and as you turned with a grin, both plates in your hands to set them down you froze at the way both of your guests’ heads whipped to stare you down.

Zack’s gaze was analytical; unsure if he should give trust or not and Rachel’s were curious and sad.

After a moment of tense silent Zack smirked bitterly, eyes locked on your every movement like he was ready to pounce.

“Yeah we’re gonna need more than that. The fuck is this “important” buisness you’re talking about?”

Rachel merely nodded in silent agreement, a frown on her lips.

Your anxiety spiked and you fidgeted in place uncomfortably for a moment before you set down their plates. Despite the way your smile and voice shook your forced words out, knowing you were seconds from breaking and needing to be far away before that happened.

“I-I’ll be right back enjoy the food!”

It was all said in one breath and then you were out the door.

You aren’t sure for how far you ran; but it was enough to leave you gasping. The tears and shaking finally came out all at once; the panic and fear of tomorrow taking over as you fell to your knees and held your hands over your head.

You were full-on ugly sobbing, memories vivid and blurry all at once crashing over you and making you feel like you were drowning. You hadn’t had an attack like this in ages. Had been so careful to keep your distance and do everything perfectly…but now that your laptop had been broken and you’d missed a day of classes-

You gasped sharply in pain as your hair was yanked to force you to meet familiar heterochromatic eyes.

Fear struck you for an entirely different reason than he was used to as you shoved him away to cover your face in horror.

“Don’t look at me! What are you doing here; how did you find me!?”

“Chasing people who run is quite literally all I do. Maybe you should think about that next time you try it. You’ve run far enough lady. Start. Talking. What’s happening tomorrow that has you this…”

He motioned vaguely to your disheveled form despite you not looking at him.

“this?”

You turned away in shame but he wasn’t having it, grunting and grabbing your wrists roughly to force your hands down after crouching in front of you. He seemed wholly unaffected by your crying, save for the odd smile tugging at the edges of his lips and the trembling of his own bandaged hands.

“Talk, dammit! I’m about 3 seconds from dragging you back to the house by your hair!”

You let out a watery laugh as you had no choice but to look at him. No matter how hard you tried to squirm or pull your wrists away he didn’t even acknowledge your efforts with tightening his grip easily keeping you still without any true strength.

“He’s-He’ll come tomorrow. He’s going to get a note from the college that’ll be delivered by the school, as well as here and he’s going to find out where I live and then he’s going to take it all away from me-”

You were starting to fully spiral now that your words had been giving voice and continued talking as Zack’s gaze turned cold and sharp.

“Hey.”

“He’s going to force me away, he’ll make me leave college and work to pay him more than I already have to every month-”

“Mouse-”

“He’s gonna tear me apart again, take away everything and everyone I care about till all that’s left is him, his hatred, the negative voice that never stops, maybe I should just end-glch!”

You were cut off with one of his hands abruptly squeezing your air supply shut for a moment in clear warning before it returned, quick as a snake’s strike to your wrist.

Your eyes rushed to his and only then did you realize you’d been hyperventilating.

Zack was the scariest you’d seen him yet, expression manically angry and gleeful all at once.

So lemme get this straight. You were gonna send Ray and I off because you thought you had to protect us?”

He threw his head back and laughed; loud and maniacal before his grip on your wrist tightened harshly and he abruptly snarled at you.

“We don’t need your fucking protection, little girl. That fucker wants a fight from either of us, he’ll be dead before he can even move.”

You shook your head, sniffling as you calmed a little though a few tears still slipped out.

“You-You don’t understand. It’s not your problem. He’s my burden to bear.”

“The house belongs to me too right?”

Zack’s question caught you off guard but you nodded instantly nonetheless.

“Yeah of course-”

“Then it’s my problem too. And Ray’s since she stays with me.”

Tears blurred your vision again but for an entirely different reason as you felt something you hadn’t experienced since your Mom and Mr. Takamata had passed.

“Zack, are you-?”

He released you then, moving to stand quickly and starting to walk away with a scoff.

“You really are a crybaby. Come home already!”

That did it.

You choked back your tears and grinned, him glancing out of the corner of his eye before turning away.

You trailed behind him and if he slowed his pace just enough to allow you to walk at his side you certainly didn’t comment.

“R-Right!”

[inkstainedpages]

alright, so, I’m actually sorta nervous to ask this but-

Can I request Zack from Angels of Death with an S/O like Wanderer/Scaramouche from Genshin?

Can this is before he met Ray, like he was killing people and then the S/O comes and sees this and only looks curious and so they approach Zack, who’s looking at them confused.

I don’t know much of what I’m expecting, which is why I’m asking you of this. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to, I just randomly thought of this and didn’t know where to go with this.

(though, if you do end up doing this request, maybe add some headcanons of how they go into a relationship and how it works-please???)

OhmyGod I'm so so sorry I haven't been active on this account broski

Also I'm gonna split this in two parts,The first when they meet reader is more like scara,and when they get closer into a relationship reader becomes more like wanderer.I hope you liek this

Zack Foster (Angels of Death)

x Scaramouche (Genshin) GN!Reader

How you first met~✩

"What are you doing?"

Your voice was loud and your head was held high.Your stare was blank and straight as your gaze pierced through his wide eyes.

His clothes were stained of blood,and so were his hands.Bloody corpses laid by his feet.He turned around fully to face you properly with a maniacal grin.

"What?do you want to be next?"

You furrowed your brows at him,taking a few steps closer to him.You came to a halt at your feet were by the pooling blood of his victims.

You hummed,looking down at the fallen below you.

"Why must you have to let them endure such suffering before you end them completely?"

Your calmness and stoic expression put him off,not really all that shocking to him since he's seen a few people come and try to intimidate him.But they mostly back off,scrambling away as soon as he starts threatening them.

He could sense the fear coming from them even from the start,

But you

You didn't emit any sort of feeling.

No fear,no disgust,not even warmth.

He wondered if you even have emotion like a normal human,if you could truly feel remorse for the corpses laid Infront of you.

"Because they deserve it"

He simply said,in reality,he didn't know.He didn't know why he enjoyed seeing others in pain.He couldn't understand himself.And he didn't seem to want to.

He wanted to understand you before he could understand himself.

"oh?why do you say so? What have they done?"

He fell silent.Staring at you with dark eyes.Eyes that weren't able to shut and let him sleep for days.

He walked off,walking pass you and the bodies.But you quickly stood back up to come after him.

You were quite the persistent one,even when he told you multiple times to back off or mind your own business.You just kept bugging.

"Go to hell with your endless questions"

"But I really must know,you intrigued me very muc-"

"Go away already,won't ya?"

"no thank you.As I was sayi-"

He couldn't escape you at this point,and in all honesty,he really didn't want to.With every passing stupid question you asked,you peaked his curiosity more and more.Until he stopped shooing you away like a fly.

And before you knew it,you got to know each other more,even daring to say you became something near friends.He would never admit to that,of course.

Zack Foster (Angels of Death) x Wanderer (Genshin) GN!reader

Relationship Headcannons~✩

You tend to show much more emotion now that you've became closer

He might not admit he may have catched feelings for you (he never will)

There's only been a few moments of you genuinely smiling at him.And his brain photographed each memory.

Speaking of how he'll never admit his feelings for you,you'll have to be the one who confesses and he'll just go "yeah I liked you too"

If you actually get into a relationship with him,all I can saw is good luck

He's a lot more rowdy now,his ego got boosted 3x since you actually liked him back.He's got a new feat to shove in other people's faces now.

Sometimes you'd have to stop him from going on crazy killing rampages.You don't really care much about the fact he's a psychotic serial killer,but it concerns you how he can go on gove on the same day.

Your now boyfriend needs serious help

Honestly you both do

Your tired already but are willing to get even more tired for his sake

Either way he's protective over you and isn't a big fan of PDA.

Maybe the occasional hug and kiss on the cheek but it doesn't go more than that.

Behind closed doors,he's hella clingy.

Sometimes,he won't even let go.

Maybe he got a bit too attached..

[cottoncandy-cult]

Calmer Days

Zack Foster x LilSis! Reader

I'm finally getting around to transferring a lot of my stuff from Wattpad to here, so here is the first of many to come. Might event transfer my Zack Foster Scenarios book. But that depends, I might save that book and one of my others for my Ao3 incase they're too long to post without multiple parts of just one scenario. Oh how I wish the organization on here was better, and that we didn't have such a small word count limit.

Anyways TW: Lot's of swearing and references to child abuse (If you know anything about Angels of Death or Zack you know his story isn't a happy one.)

Zack was stretched out on the couch in his room on floor B-6, his younger sister was walking around trying to clean up a little. Unlike her big brother she wasn't a blood thirsty killer, just a quiet girl who loved her brother dearly. She had bandages around her right arm and around her waist, she was maybe 5 when Zack had been set on fire, in her attempt to help put him out she had been burned as well. "Why do you even bother? This place is a shit hole anyways, not like we'll be having guests any time soon " (Y/n) only smiled, putting an empty box in a trash bag. She was on decent terms with Danny, so usually when he went out, she'd ask him to pick up one or two things. "Because I'm tired of not being able to walk without stepping on something, besides... I can't help it..." The young girl looked down, Zack only sighed as he got up and approached her. (Y/n) had been abused much like Zack, despite being so young their mother treated her as a maid. She took care of most the chores, and if things weren't up to their mother's standards, she'd be beaten with a leather belt. Zack tried to stand up for her, but then they started using her to punish him.

Zack may not have remembered much about the night he was set ablaze, but she did, and her heart ached. Their whore mother brought one of her John's home, the bastard had slapped (Y/n) because the beer she brought him wasn't cold enough. Zack had immediately stepped up; the fight was verbal at first. But then he drug Zack to the garage, having locked the door that led into the house. But when (Y/n) heard his screams she ran around through the door on the side of the garage, she was horrified at what she saw. She wasn't sure how she caught fire, thinking back she figured when she tripped running into the garage that her arm had touched a puddle of gas. So, when she got close to put him out, she figured that's when it caught fire. Their mother had been the one to put them out, but she simply wrapped them up in bandages and dumped them off at the shitty house that night.

The two were all they really had, so he had no second thoughts of pulling the girl into his chest. He always felt guilty for when they were kids, how often she was hurt just because he messed up. "I promise (Y/n), no one will hurt you ever again. If they try, I'll fucking kill them." His voice was soft but gruff, the girl dropping the garbage bag in favor of hugging him back. Her body relaxed into it, the only time she felt safe was when she was close to her brother. She blamed him for nothing, he did his best and he couldn't help the positions they had been put in. "Thank you, bubba..." Her voice was soft, Zack petting her for a moment before going back to the couch.

(Y/n) smiled, picking up the bag and continuing to clean. She had the best big brother in the world, no one could tell her otherwise. "Hey Zack?..." The girl turned to her brother who flipped through the pages of a magazine, he couldn't read but he liked the pages. "What?" He didn't glance up, but she knew he was listening. "You'll never leave me... Right?" That got his attention, he looked to her with a raised eyebrow. "The fuck you talking about? Of course, I wouldn't leave you stupid." That made the girl giggle and nod, going back to cleaning. Zack smiled softly as he watched, then went back to his magazine. She was his sanity.

[emo-emu64]

Where the Angels Fall

Isaac "Zack" Foster x Reader

Demon AU

"As I walked into my run-down apartment I expected to be greeted by my loving house cat and the hole in the wall left by the previous residents. Instead I found a lost-looking, extraordinarily tall, inhuman, beast of a "man" wandering around, and mumbling something about "fucking humans"."

CW: Blood, gore, murder, weapon imagery, severe injury, canon typical violence, language, creepy men

Read the first chapter here.

Read the second chapter here.

Read the third chapter here.

Dinner and a Show

I was in the kitchen making lunch when angry muttering and cursing began behind me.

"Fuckin' hair, always in my damn face."

I turned my head to find Zack, still sat at the table where I had left him, dramatically blowing his hair out of his face. Grip tight on the pencil I had given him to work on the paper in front of him. I figured that if I was going to teach him to read, it we'd better start with the basics.

"You alright back there?" I called.

"My fuckin' hair won't stay outta my face, and I can't fuckin' see," he grumbled.

I laughed lightly, before disappearing into my room and grabbing a small elastic from my drawer.

"Do you want me to pull your hair up?" I asked as I entered the kitchen, waving the band through the air a bit.

He stared for moment, "Uh, yeah, sure,"

I moved behind his chair, and raked my fingers through his hair. He hummed lowly.

'Soft.'

"I normally just cut it when it starts to get this long."

"Really?" I pulled back his hair and twisted the elastic around it, "I think it looks really good like this."

He paused again, before mumbling a soft, "thanks."

I giggled quietly, before returning to making lunch.

'For a murderous sociopath, he really is just a big softy.'

"Hey what time do we have to leave for dinner tonight?" I really had no details about this dinner party. I hadn't even thought of what to wear.

He looked up from his worksheet and creased his brows. As he did, I was hit with a very sudden realization.

He looked undeniably and unfairly attractive with his hair pulled back.

He pulled me from my thoughts by answering the question that I had honestly forgot I even asked, "Probably like 4:30-ish."

"Alright," I placed a grilled cheese in front of him, "We'll probably need to get showers and get dressed soon then."

He groaned loudly, to which I had jokingly rolled my eyes and laughed, "You are such a child."

He grumbled something under his breath as he took an angry bite out of his sandwich, dropping his pencil form his other hand.

I gently grabbed the paper and brought it closer to me as I sat down with my own lunch. As I looked over his paper I could feel his eyes watching me. His stare didn't make me nervous, he was simply observing.

I had written out each letter of the alphabet, capital and lower-case, as well as numbers zero through ten. I made sure to give him enough space to copy each letter and digit twice underneath mine.

His handwriting was a little shaky, but that was to be expected. I could still make out what they were, and that's what was important.

"These are looking really good, Zack," I smiled up at him.

He looked at me, genuine surprise adorning his face. "Really?"

I nodded, "I told you, Zack. You're not stupid, you just didn't get the opportunities you deserved."

He looked away for a moment before meeting my gaze again. He smiled small as he tilted his head, his stunning eyes locking on my own, no hair in the way this time, "Your too kind for your own good, ya know that?"

A grin spread across my face, "I do."

ZACK

'Holy hell.'

I stared at her like a fuckin' idiot, eyes wide, mouth open, as she walked out into the hall. Her heels clicking against the floor.

Her hair was done, and it looked like she was wearing make-up. She was wearing jewelry too, a necklace, earrings, and a few rings. She was in an dress that left her shoulders exposed, the fabric reaching the floor, where a slit ran through the material ending just above her knee.

She looked up at me and smiled.

I continued to stare until I remembered how to form words, "You," I cleared my throat, "You look really nice."

Her smile widened, "Thank you, so do you."

As I gawked at her I realized that we were matching. Her dress in the same color as my sweater, "We match?"

"Oh yeah!" She paused, a strange look taking over her face, "Is that okay?"

My mouth twitched into a small smile, "Yeah, 'course."

She smiled widely, "Ready to go?" She walked to the door, keys in hand.

I nodded, and we made our way out to the parking lot, "Want me to drive?"

"Yeah, probably, considering you're the only one who knows where we're going."

The car ride was mostly quiet, with soft music playing through the speakers.

"What should I be expecting from your uh... coworkers?" she glanced at me, reaching to turn the radio down.

'Right, those fuckers.'

I let out a heavy sigh, "They're all a buncha stupid assholes. Ray's alright, but that's about it."

She cocked her head, "Ray?"

"Yeah, she's this kid that the geezer picked up a while ago. Real quiet, real gloomy, but she doesn't cause any trouble."

She was silent for a while, "Did you say 'kid'?"

I sighed, "Yeah, the old man picks up anyone he finds that he thinks isn't human, offers them a place to stay if they work for him. That's how I got there in the first place."

I glanced from the road to her face, she looked terrified, "It's not as bad as it sounds, it'll make more sense when we get there."

She nodded quietly and sighed, "If you say so."

Y/N

When pulled into the driveway of an expensive and remote house, not exactly what I was expecting, but I wasn't complaining.

"Listen, everyone in here's a fucking asshole, but they know better than to mess with ya while I'm around. Just don't run off anywhere on your own and stay close, 'kay?"

His voice was stern, and he gave expectant look.

I nodded my head, and he billowed a heavy sigh. "Let's get this over with."

Zack held the door for me as we entered the building, then swiftly leading me down fancy looking corridors and into a incredibly lavish dining room.

It was a large room, with high ceilings, and large windows. A large table was set in the middle of the room, decorated with beautiful candles and cutlery. Ten or so people were already sat at the table, but it had around 30 chairs total.

Overall, it was almost... church-y.

Those who had previously talked among themselves abruptly stopped and stared at our entrance.

When the began to speak again, it was in hushed whispers. Careful eyes sneaking quick glances.

Zack ignored them, barely sparing a glance as he continued through the room to a doorway. Two or three more upscale hallways later we were met with yet another closed door. Zack immediately raised a hand and wrapped on the door.

I could tell he was tense, a scowl etched on his face. If I thought Zack's resting bitch face was bad to begin with, this was terrifying.

"Come in," The voice that spoke from inside the room was full and stern.

Zack turned the handle and pushed the door open. Letting me through before following behind me, and quietly closing the door.

Inside was a decently sized home office, just as luxurious as the rest of the house.

Inside the office was five people. Each one entirely different and somehow more deranged looking than the last.

Behind a large desk in the middle of the room was a older man, dressed like a priest. There was not a trace of emotion on his face. His eyes were glazed over with no pupil, no iris, no cornea. Just white.

On one side of the room there were two people. Both of which appeared to be children, a girl and a boy.They could not have been older than twelve, maybe thirteen.

The girl wore a simple black dress, with the longest blonde hair I had ever seen. The boy wore a basic suit jacket and pants with a crew neck sweater. The most eye catching thing about him, however, was the pumpkin, jack-o'-lantern, mask... thing placed on his head.

One the other side of the room was a woman in a not-so-simple, red, spaghetti strap gown, with a high slit on both sides. Her blonde hair ended with pink tips in a shoulder length bob.

Next to her stood a very plain looking man. Dressed in a suit with short dirty-blond hair.

All eyes turned to Zack and I. I shifted uncomfortably under their intense gaze, shuffling closer to Zack. He noticed instantly, giving an approving nod.

'Just don't run off anywhere on your own and stay close, 'kay?'

After the agonizing beat of silence, the man behind the desk spoke, "What a pleasure to have you both join us," it was clear that he had been the man that responded to Zack's knock.

Zack hummed, low and unamused. I offered a small smile, unsure of where I stood in this situation.

If the man behind the desk sensed my discomfort, he said nothing. Opting to continue, "You must be y/n. I have heard quite a bit about you. It's wonderful to finally meet you. I am Father Gray."

"It's very nice to meet you," I forced a polite smile.

His face did not change, still stone still, "Would you all like to introduce yourselves?"

It felt as though he was speaking to a room of Kindergartens, forcing them into icebreakers the first day of school.

The young girl spoke first, " My name is Rachel Gardener."

Her voice was cold and steady, with an expression to match.

The man on the other side of the turned his head, smiling, "You can just call me Dr. Danny. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Theoretically speaking, there should have been nothing wrong with his introduction, but it was... off-putting. Something just felt wrong, his smile too wide, the sincerity of his words strangely forced. Sinister.

Pumpkin head was next, "My name is Eddie. It's wonderful to meet you, we don't meet many new people here!" He carried an unmatched enthusiasm throughout the sentence.

The woman on the other side of the room raised her head, she looked unimaginably bored, "You can just call me Cathy."

There was a snark to her words, not bothering to hide her disgust.

'Bitch, I don't want to be here anymore than you do.'

Father Gray was the next to speak, "You all may go take your seats at the table. I would like to speak to Zack and y/n in private."

The others began to leave, and Zack huffed loudly. His arms crossed, the same bitter look painted across his face.

After the last of them left the room and closed the door, Father Gray gestured for us to take a seat in the plush chairs in front of the desk, before clasping his hands as they rested on the desk.

Zack scoffed as he threw himself beck into the chair, unfazed as it nearly tipped. I took a more gentle approach, lowering myself into the chair delicately.

Zack sprawled out his legs, leaving his knee to rest against mine. A habit he had picked up, usually to ease my discomfort. I'm right here.

"Isaac, are you aware of the safe house set in place?"

Zack furrowed his eyebrows, shifting in his chair, "That freaky cabin out in the middle a' nowhere? Yeah, I know it."

Father Gray nodded, "I would like you and y/n to move your residence there."

"An' why in hell would we wanna do that?"

"I believe it would be safer, for y/n especially. It's location is unknown and protected, as the property is warded against unwanted guests."

"An' if we don't wanna do that?" Zack leaned forward in his chair, cocking his head.

"I wasn't asking, Isaac."

Zack turned his head to look at me with apologetic eyes.

I simply nodded, shrugging my shoulders and offering a small smile. Sensing that there was really nothing either of us could do about it.

Zack expelled an irritated breathe of air, "Fine."

"Splendid. However, that is not the only thing we need to discuss," he spoke carefully.

'So they are afraid of him'

The thought had me biting back a smirk.

Zack raised an eyebrow, "Go on."

"Your help will be required on an intensive job. Longer than what you are used to."

"How long are we talkin'?"

"5 days at most."

Zack pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, nodding his head, "And when 'er we leaving'?"

"Tomorrow evening, after you and y/n have moved all of your possessions."

Zack closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and sighed.

He opened his eyes again before speaking, "'Kay, I'll be here."

He just sounded tired and dejected, like he didn't have the energy to put up a fight about it.

"Thank you both for your patience, you may go take your seats."

"Oh, and Isaac, don't forget to take your scythe with you when you leave, it does no good here collecting dust."

Zack nodded as he stood, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, and leading me out of the room.

"Zack?" he hummed, "Why do only a few of you meet in his office?"

"We're set in place as the most powerful. We get stuff like better jobs and rooms, but there's a hell of a lot more expected from us."  

I nodded.

"Zack, is the safe house really safer than the apartment?"

"Sweetheart, look, I'm real sorry about everything gettin' so fucked up, and I promise I will explain everything later, but we can't talk about this until we get home, 'kay?"

The stern and concerned tone was back, it was really starting to freak me out.

I nodded quietly.

As we neared the dining room Zack spoke again, "I want you between Ray and I, I don't trust any of these fuckers."

"Okay," I mumbled.

I was sat between Rachel and Zack, almost everyone had finished eating, and Zack had mentioned that we would be heading out in about half an hour.

"Zack?"

"Hm?" He turned to look at me. He looked exhausted.

"I'm going to run to the bathroom," I spoke softly.

"Alright, want me to go with ya?" He glanced at the faces around us warily.

I shook my head, "It's okay, I'll be quick."

ZACK

'I'll be quick my ass. Where in the hell even is she?'

Y/n had been gone far too long. My leg bounced as I continued to scan the room for her. The sooner she got her ass back here, the sooner we can get the hell out of dodge.

"Zack."

"What?"

I didn't mean to snap, but regardless, the kid remained unfazed. The same look in her eyes as she stared up at me.

I was getting impatient, "What the hell do ya want, Ray?"

Her small hand lifted to point towards the other end of the table, two empty chairs in particular.

I honestly couldn't care enough to learn the names of anyone I 'worked' with, but with these two it was basically impossible, given the amount of times I've been seconds from gutting them.

Aaron and Jax, major assholes, and they just loved to start shit they couldn't finish.

"Thanks, Ray," my chair fell back as I stood up, quickly grabbing my scythe off the wall behind me, before finally making my way through the winding corridors towards the bathroom I had directed y/n to.

"Oh come on, pretty thing, we only want to ask a few questions."

"I'm sorry, I really have to get back to the table. My friend is waiting for me."

They both laugh, "Who? Zack? Don't even worry about it, doll, we're good friends, Zack and I."

"Is that what we are, now?" They both freeze, like deer in headlights, and I am reminded of why I do what I do. The power that comes with it,

"That's good to know. With how many times I've had to put you back in your place, I was starting to worry that you didn't like me, " the sarcastic venom is clear and dripping from my words.

"Woah, man, chill out. Just a little small talk," it's Aaron who speaks, which isn't surprising considering Jax always chickened out when it came to facing the consequences.

Aaron had his hands raised, and in one of them was a small, opened pocket knife. I realized Jax has a firm grip and y/n's wrist, as I beckon her over with two of my fingers. His hand immediately drops, fumbling its way into his pocket.

She jumped at the chance to remove herself from between them, feet moving fast as she pressed herself close to me. My hand resting securely on her waist.

"Sweetheart, why don't you go sit with Ray for a bit while I finish up here, yeah?"

She looked up at me with wide and glossy eyes as she nodded, lingering for a moment longer before making her way back to the dining room.

I could hear the whispers as I made my way back to the dining room, it was when I walked through the door that everything went still. There were no more whispers, as no one in the room was stupid enough to open there mouth. Just casting nervous looks anywhere but at me.

Ray is exactly where I left her, now staring up at a very disheveled y/n.

The kid had a staring problem, but that was the least of my worries right now.

Y/n was frozen with fear, looking at everything with a sense of uncertainty until she spots me.

It had to be the best damn feeling in the world, watching her instantly relax simply because I was there.

She said a quick goodbye to Ray as she rushed over to me, head down as she tried to avoid any possible attention.

I rested my hand on the small of her back, leading her out to the car as quickly as possible.

Once we made it out to car, I scanned the area making sure it was safe enough to stop for a moment.

Putting a finger under her chin, I gently lifted her face. Turing it to one side and the other as I looked her over, "You sure your alright? Those bastards didn't hurt ya?"

She gave me a small smile and shook her head, before leaning it against my chest, "I'm okay, Zack, thank you."

I placed my free hand on her lower back, the other still holding my scythe in place against my shoulder, rubbing circles into the fabric of her dress, "You don't gotta thank me, I'm the one who dragged ya all the way out here in the first place."

We stood like that for a bit, it felt safe. Natural. Only able to pull myself away from it when I heard footsteps coming from the house.

When I turned my head I saw the old bastard himself walking towards us.

'For fuck's sake, what is it now?'

She was already looking up at me when I turned back to her, "Go ahead and get in the car, this should only take a minute."

She nodded, slowly and cautiously, opening the door, and stepping into the passenger seat. Then, closing it behind her.

"Isaac."

"The hell d'ya want now?" My already very thin patience was dwindling. The fact that only two people had died so far was a miracle.

"I noticed you cleaned up your own mess this time, that is unlike you."

'Fucking hell, always with the goddamn riddles.'

"You were clearly more cleanly overall, in fact, your clothes are spotless."

"The hell are you gettin' at?"

"It is odd behavior coming from you, Isaac."

"I have no clue what you're talkin' about, I just wanna get the hell outta here, get to the damn point."

"You have grown rather fond of y/n, yes?"

I paused at that, "Listen, I killed those fuckers quick and clean because I was itchin' to get outta there and because they didn't know how to keep their hands off what didn't belong to them. Does that answer your damn question?"

I was irritated and tired and if he even thought about asking another question, I would have killed him right there.

He nodded slowly, "I believe it does. I will see you tomorrow evening, Isaac."

'Thank fucking God.'

Y/N

My feet padded softly from the kitchen down the hall to my bedroom, it was late, or early depending on what time you woke up.

I was unable to lull myself back to sleep, even after the immense adrenaline crash. It was honestly impressive.

When we got back, Zack answered all of my questions, just like he said he would. It was odd, though. He just seemed so tired, it was unlike him. Zack was an incredibly restless individual, never stopping or slowing down. It was scary, to see him shut down like that.

I was hoping a glass of water would help send me to sleep, which I'm sure the technical term for that is wishful thinking, but it couldn't hurt.

"Y/n?"

I stopped at my door, moving further down the hallway towards the living room.

"The hell are you still doin' up?"

Just like I said, never stops, never slows down.

"I'm sorry, I was just getting some water, I didn't mean to wake you up."

He shook his head, "Nah, I got my hour and a half in a while ago," he paused, I could tell he was looking me over. Fun fact, demons have incredible night vision. Less fun fact, their gaze could burn a hole right through you, it's impossible to miss it, even in the dark, "Did you sleep at all?"

"A little bit."

He cocked his head, "What woke ya up?"

"Bad dream."

He sighed, "C'mere."

I sat on the couch next to him, and he gently pulled my head into his lap, running his fingers through my hair.

If I had not have been so completely exhausted, I might have combusted on the spot.

"I am... so fucking sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have dragged you into this."

I now feigned sleep as I tried to keep talking to him, "You've saved my ass from like at least five pervs by now, I think I should be apologizing."

He chuckled and shook his head, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

I would like to share that when talking about Cathy's dress, I spelled 'spaghetti' right the first time. Truly one of my proudest moments.