fakesaint

[fakesaint]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐇 ／ ⋆ ۪ imagine genji getting jealous because he catches other men checking you out.

genji hated the way other men looked at you.

it wasn’t your fault—he knew that. you could just be standing there, minding your own, and still they’d find something to stare at. the curve of your smile, the way your eyes lit up when you laughed, the softness in your voice when you spoke.

it disgusted him.

not because of you—never because of you—but because they didn’t deserve to see you like that.

they didn’t deserve to want you.

he should’ve been the only one.

you were his.

his to love, to protect, to hold late at night when the world got too loud. and yet, some guy with a cheap smile and wandering eyes had the audacity to look at you like you were free for the taking.

he felt it then. that sharp pang in his chest. jealousy, ugly and hot and too real. it curled low in his stomach, twisted around his ribs.

he stayed quiet, for the most part. but his hand found yours, fingers lacing a little tighter than usual.

and when you looked up at him, brows raised like what’s up?, he just gave you this small smile. soft, but a little tense.

“nothing,” he said. “just... don’t like the way they’re looking at you.”

you laughed, brushing it off like it was nothing, but he meant it.

they didn’t get to look at you like that.

only he did.

[fakesaint]

꒰ FOR ETERNITY꒱

♡ synopsis: kokushibo decides the only way to keep you forever is to go against your wishes and turn you into a demon

♡ tags: yandere-ish kokushibo x female human! reader

♡ notes: little drabble i couldn't get out of my mind

(334 words)

“the moon’s beautiful tonight, isn’t it?”

you didn’t really expect a response—just said it to say it. the kind of thing that hangs in the air when the world’s too still and your chest feels too full.

kokushibo blinked, slow and thoughtful, dragging his eyes away from the stars to look at you.

you were sitting there, legs tucked up, arms wrapped loosely around yourself like the night had crept under your skin. you didn’t turn to face him. just kept staring at the sky like it held all the answers.

he didn’t say anything, just... watched you. and somehow, that said enough.

“i wish we could do this ‘til the end of time,” you said, barely above a whisper, like a secret you weren’t sure you wanted heard.

but he heard it. of course he did. he always listened, even when you thought he wasn’t.

he made this low sound from deep in his chest, something between a sigh and a hum, and placed a hand gently on your shoulder. you turned your head a little, enough to catch his eyes.

“hm?” you asked, brows raised, a soft kind of smile tugging at your lips—tired, dreamy.

he looked at you for a long moment. then smiled, just a little. “we can,” he said. “if you let me.”

your smile faltered—not completely, but just enough for the cracks to show. your eyes dropped for a second before you looked back at him, quiet, calm, and still so sure.

he already knew your answer. you’d told him before. again and again.

and still, every time, it hurt like hell.

did you really not want forever with him? not like this?

his hand lingered a moment longer than it needed to.

he didn’t want to force you. he wanted you to choose it. choose him.

but if you never would...

then maybe he’d have to choose for you.

because loving you meant never letting go. even if it meant you’d hate him for it.

especially then.