mybelovedfleur

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𝐵𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 IV

(Yandere!Silco x Amnesiac!Fem!Reader)

!TW! FantasyAU! Heavy Yandere Themes, HEAVY VIOLENCE WARNING IN THIS ONE, manipulation, mind breaking, Silco is ooc for sure, vomiting, sick!reader, mention of death, dark yandere, I will tag every chapter seperately! :)

Description: ,, A series of unfortunate events causes you to completely lose your memory. Now, you find yourself thrust into the role of the Duchess of Zaun, married to a man you don’t recognize. But was this ever truly your life? And why does the scent of blood cling to you, no matter where you go? "

Note: english is NOT my first language, I am very much open for critique and suggestions but pls be nice and respectful :c I DO NOT support any of these behaviors!

─ ⊹ ⊱ -'♡'- ⊰ ⊹ ─

The wind howled through the shutters, its whistle penetrating the walls like a ghostly lament. The room was shrouded in thick darkness, illuminated only by the warm glow of an oil lamp, whose flame trembled restlessly, as if it too felt the uneasiness of this place. 

You sat at a heavy, dark oak desk, your fingers lazily turning the pages of a book. The cold seeped under your skin, bit your fingers, forced you to rub your hands together in a desperate attempt to warm yourself. As soon as you turned another page, you immediately hid your hands under the material of your dress, shielding them from the piercing cold. 

The stove in the corner of the room seemed to be failing to fulfill its function, its heat was feeble, insufficient. The wind howled louder, sounding almost like the whistle of a kettle boiling on the fire, growing, piercing, almost painful. You pressed your hands to your ears, but the sound seemed to penetrate your skin, your bones, rumbling deep in your mind.

And then... Silence.

You froze, taking your hands away from your ears, feeling your heart pound against your ribs in an unnatural rhythm. You looked around, a shiver running down your spine. Where exactly were you?

Something about this place was... foreign. Familiar, yet completely different. This wasn't Silco's estate. There were no rich fabrics, gilded ornaments, or even the familiar smell of burning wood.

The air was raw, the smell of paper, dust, and something else you couldn't name. You reached for the lamp and lifted it carefully, casting its light into the room. The bed, despite its simplicity, looked comfortable—wrapped in blankets and pillows. There was a small cabinet next to it, and a row of books on top. 

You brought the lamp closer, trying to read their titles, but the letters blurred before your eyes, melting away as if the page was wet, as if some important piece of the puzzle was slipping away. Only one title was clear.

"Herbal Medicine"

You felt something tighten in your throat. Like something inside was telling you to reach for it, open it, read it—but before you could move...

A bang

A deafening, deep, tearing the silence apart. You jumped, almost dropping the lamp from your hand. Something struck deep inside the building.

You weren't alone.

Your footsteps were heavy, yet you moved forward, as if something larger than you was guiding your body in the right direction. The wooden panels creaked  under the weight of your feet, but the sound seemed to be lost in the silence—thick, oppressive, filling every corner of the building. 

And then you heard it.

"̶͚͉̤̎̐̋̏̓̉̚(̵̳̭͖̐͂͋̍̀̕ͅŶ̷̛̦̱̓͌̚͝/̷̮̙̰͕̺̋̉̈́̚͘ͅN̴̞͉̬̭͂͆̈́̌̾͝)̶͕̳͐͜"̷̯͉̼͑̔̌̋͐̅͑

The unfamiliar voice cut through the air like a blade. A shiver ran through your body from the back of your neck to your fingertips. Every part of you wanted to stop, to turn around, to run—but you didn't. You couldn't. Something inside you knew you had to keep going.

The deeper you went into the hallway, the clearer the voice became. It wasn't just a distant whisper anymore—it was getting closer, with every second, every breath, every step. 

You reached the top of the stairs. Your heart thumped hard against your ribs. The view downstairs opened before you, like a scene from a nightmare. The room was shrouded in darkness, and the only light—a thin, unnatural streak—was sent straight into the center of the room. 

There was someone laying in the centre. You froze. A man, curled in a painful position, his fingers clutching his left side. A dark, sticky puddle spread around him.

Blood

He was breathing shallowly, his body twitched, as if he sensed your presence. He slowly lifted his head. And his eyes... his eyes found yours.

,,Silco?" you whispered, your throat constricting with fear. You didn't take your eyes off him, you couldn't.

,̷̢̖͋̓,̷̡̠̎Ḷ̵̨̊̿̕e̴͓̿ͅȁ̶͓̪̊͒v̴̧͇̟̑e̶͓̘͂͠.̴͍̽̐.̴͇̟̼͒"̴͉̏̑

The voice had no source, and yet it echoed in your head, throbbing in your temples, digging under your skin

,̷̡̹̭̇͘,̶͔̯̊̈́̑L̶̝̬͍̲̩̰̤̅̾͐̀͆͝͝ḛ̶̣̹͔͙͋̔̈a̷͎̜̎̽̅̒͒͗v̶̥͎͕͊̅͐͋͋̿͠e̷͈̎̋̾́͂̈̍.̴̺̖͇̈́̿̅̈͝͝.̵̫͙̪͓͎̪̻̃̀"̷̢̟̞͖̙̽̔̂̍̕

It was everywhere. It was like an order, excruciating and harsh, and yet... your body couldn't obey it. Your feet, as if they no longer belonged to you, moved forward, pulled by a force you didn't understand.

,L̴̢̼̱͉̀͆͛͋́̓̑Ę̸͎̦̜͛̑̀͊̊̚Ã̶̘̳̖̯̥̲̤̊̽̏V̷̨̔̃͒̈́͑̚E̶̠̻̫̗͋

The scream tore you apart from the inside. But how? How were you supposed to leave when Silco was laying before you, bleeding, trembling, fighting for every breath? How were you supposed to turn your back when his blood — hot and dark — was soaking into the floor? How were you supposed to leave when every beat of your heart was calling his name?

Silco raised his hand, dripping with blood, and held it out to you. Involuntarily you did the same, as if some invisible force was pushing you forward, forcing you to respond to this almost pleading gesture.

As soon as you were within his reach, he tightened his fingers around your hand and pulled you to him.You didn't even have time to scream. The world around you spun, and your body began to fall. Not onto him, not onto the cold floor, but into the void—into nothingness that mercilessly swallowed you, as if all reality had collapsed beneath you.

You felt something wrap around you tightly, binding your arms, legs, chest. You tried to break free, but the more you fought, the tighter the grip tightened. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't move

Ỳ̸̡͎̳̱̮̳̝͓̜̈́̈̉̋̃͒͑͛̀͒͒͆̈́̌̃̾̍̎̉̍̅̄̂̔̃̑̋͒̎̏̀͊͛͂̍͑̎̇̒̿̈̾̄͒͋̓̕͘͠͠͝ǫ̶̡̢̨̠̺̫̻̬͕̲̙̖̯̃́̽͋̐͗̄̄̓͒̍̏̔͋̿̐̓̍̇̉̈̈̈̆̆̈́̄̓́̈́̆͗̒́̓̆͛̑͑̚̕͠͠ͅu̸̡̧̡̧̫͚̭̻͖̥͍̲̠̪̳̘̞͇̥̟̯̠̺̤̯̼̗͇̯̥̣̞̦͑͊̂͋̋̀͒̿̇̋̾̂͛͑̇̚͜ͅ ̶̢̹͖͙͇̦̱͎̬̮͇̺̯̳̙̈́̽̆͑̓̈́̀̒̈͊͋̈́̂͌̇͆͛̐̑̓̓̎̄̓̊̿̈́͛͌̆̉̑͜͜͝s̴̨̥̩͓̤̻̍̈́̌̍̓̿̑̓͌̀͆́͛͠h̸̡̛̬̜̮̲̖̘̫͎͔͉̖̗̙̟̉̓̀̓͆̍͋̑̒̊̎͆̉̿̀̐͛̐̈͒̈́͛̎͛̈́̔̿͝͝͝ǫ̶̢̨̢͚͇͚͚͕̞̖̜͔̱̻͕͎̯͈̼̠̖̼̩̥͍̲̝̤̦̱̪̞̻͉̝̳̤̥̘̻̗͍̣̜̱͍̈́̌̎̃̌̋̇͆̏̏̏̇̄̓͘͘͜͜͝ͅͅͅų̴̢̛̛̱͚̤̗̙̯͕̟͚̦̯̳͍̠̻̤̱̘̐̂̓̔͂͐́̐̑̈̀̾́̀͛̋̌͋̽̆͌̒́̚͘͘̚l̷͕̜̜̯̐͑̎̓̂͌̏̏̐̈́̐̋͝d̷̡̨̢̛̛̙̥̟̻̻͓̪͚͖̩̼͕͈͉̗͓̟͔͕̻̮̼͉̗̳̱͔̯̝͔̜͙̞͖̞̞͔̫̟͖̟̰̰̲̙̹̥͍̟͙̬̞̗͊̃̈̐̎̉̿̔̌̈̆̒̅̋̇̂̎̄͑̆̔̎̀̔̌̆̕͜͝͝ ̶̢̧̡̧̪͕̥̤̦͔̩̖͚͎̹̤̱͈̖̤͓̦̺̗̳̠͍̗̳̼̟͎͔̠̟̦͚̳̻̗̫͇̜̫̼̘̝̦̖̟̥̞͉̪͙͑́͐̍͌͐̀͆̑̌̑̈́͑́̂̈́̈́̈́̃͑̏̍͑͛̄̇̀̉̀̾̿͌̃͘̕͘̚̚͜͜͝͝͝h̴̢̢̛̛̙̗̰͎͓̰͚͙̖̰̠̩̩̙͖̤̥̮͈̘͔̮̩̣̯̼͔͍̟͇͎̦̉͗͗̓͐̅̾̉̅̓͌́͆̔̒̒̓̄͑̾̑́̅̉̂͆̑̓̿͊͛̎́̎͊͆̆̓͒̽̾͂̿͒̿̍̃̕̚͘͜͝͠͝͝ͅa̵̢̡͍̦͚̯̞̫̹̼̪̖̘̼̯͙̓͌͒̈́̋͑̃͋͊̑̓̅̿̊̎̉͆̍̈́̆̂̔̒̌̐̏̊͒̈́̾̈͒̚̕̕̚̕͘͝͠͝v̷̨̢̧̨̨̛͈͚̜̞͉̟͕̳̹̥̩͙͇̙̟̯͎̬̥̳̗͖̺͕̖̻̗̣͙͈͍̗̳͎̘̼͓̰̯̗̻͇̣̠͚͇̬̦̭̻̒͒͋̑̏͗͛̾̀̈͌͊͒͛͑̊̄́̔͐̐̈͛̃̆́̉̽̉͒̋̓̽̏̎͒̚̚̕͜͝͝ͅe̴̡̧̧͈̳̥̤͚̥̭͖̝͓̺̘̻̯͍̠̤͍̠̮̝̦̺̖̱̪̮̭̹̣̜̓̅́̿̐̃̽͛̌̂̈́͆͊̍̔͗͌̃̈́̽̒̏͛́͋͒̏̆͋͊̀̈͂͂̾̿̽̉̃͗̚͘͘̚̚͘̚͘͜͝͝ ̴̡̞̭͉͚̲̪͈̺̥̯̱͕̜̼̣̫͓̬͙̝̯̺̮̙̙͙̥̝̦̥̙̲͌͌̏̌̒̍́̂͗̆͗͊̅͛̀̍̽̒̋͗̆̆̒̚̚͝l̵̢̡̨̧͕̫̹̖̭̪̮̻̬̤͎̱̺̟̮͕̭͉̭̥͉̳͔̫̰͉̗̬̮̠̦͖̘̟̜̤̺̠̦̭͉͐͛́͂̓́͊̒̉̇̑͑̂͌̄̎̂͐̿͝͠ȅ̴̢̡̧̡̦̬͓̬̤͈͖̘̭̫̣̙͇͙͔̞̹̩̯͈͂f̵̨̛̛̙̲͕͚͓̲̀͒̈́̆͌̈̿̈́͆̓̍̍̊̃̽́̔͆̅̎͌̅̊̾̂̍͋̈̎͗́̆́̐̆̓͑̆̏͗̈́͊̄̽̚̚͝t̶̨̢̢̢̨̢̛̛̛̛̬͉̭̥͙͔͈̜̳̞͉̝̤͖̱̗̰̤͈̭̠̰̜̥̪̱͍̟̯̠̯̩͊̊̆͒̉̑͛̂̾͑̄̔͗̆̓̒͑̇͆̀̎͌̓͛͆̀̆̾͑́̈͑̌͒̃̀͌̈̄̓͆͂̍̚̚͘͝͝͝͝ͅ ̶̢̨̢̡̛̛̛͖̘̠͍̯̹̺̥̯̟͍̖͔̖̩̣̘͉̭̣̘̟͔͇̲͇̗͚̣͈̳̩̘̤̟̓̏̓̈́̿̄͛̎́̇͋̌͑̋͗͒͗̀͑̅̽̽̑̑̐̂̒͛̓̋̂̎̿̐̈́͊͒̾͐͂̕͘̕̚͜͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅh̷̨̨̨̠̯̯̰̝͙̝̺̙̬̙̰͍͉͚̳̦̯̗̹̥̲̤̩̪̱̬̰̻͕̗̭̟̞̞̱͔̰̻͚̗̻̤͔̙͉̮̱̐͂̍̀̐́̏̅̄͊̓̐̇̓͑̓̂̒͊̆́͐̑̈͌̓̍̎̂̄͋̑̾̂̈́͌̇̓̆̚̚͜͝ͅͅi̷̢͙̝̺̫͇͎̯̦̝̻̫̦͓̣̣̦̯̠̜̻̘̲̻͑́̀̒̄̌̆̉͌̇̀̓̈́̓́̄̚̚̕̕͜͝ͅm̶̧̨̧̧̨̨̨̢̛̱̫̙͙̘͇̫̺͙̟̖̻͈͖̳̹͕͔͓̗̳̞̤̝͉̘̤̝̪̮̗͋̌̀͒͋̽̐̀̇̿̈́̚͝͝ͅ ̴̘̜͉͓͈̭̘̀͆̓̆͒̎̒͛̉̊̕̕͘͠ţ̴̢̢̢̧̡̛̛̛̙̰̯̣̙̣̥̹͖̬̻̮̻͈͖̗̼̞̤͉̖̥̖̪̝̦̱͈̈́̈́̀̍̽̿̀̏̌̍̅̏͗̀͌̎̍̃̃̓̊̆́̒̽͋̇̒̇̽̑̊̽͒̇͛̅̌͛̀̃͘̕͘͘̚̕͝͠͝͠ͅơ̸̧̧̢͙̗̭̠̦͔̦̙̼̱͈̝͍̘̞̖͉̣̭̺͈̻̞̱̩͙̠̬̬̭͈͓̙̝̗̘̔̅͊̈́͆͑̔̎̊͂̇̇̐̏̈́̒́͋͋̊̎͆̐͋͜͝͝͝ ̷̧̢̺̳̳̥̣̹̥̹̮̬͈͚̭̜̪͍͕͎͍̰̬̱̞̟̘̱̦̤̓̑͐̽̅̄̃͌̆̍́̈́̈́̀́̑̊̍̿́͊̏̏̍͛̌͊̾̏͊̈̋͌̉̈́́̏̿̐̾̀̊̑̌̈́͂̽̑͂͊̌́͘̕͜͜͝͝͝d̸̢̜͉̤̬̳͍̞͕̫͙̬͈́͗͒͛̏̇̽͗͑̚í̵̢̛̺͉̯̖̯͕͓̪̟̪͖̠̙̰̘͉̏̇̈́́͛̾̿̈́̇̃̃̅̋̌͆̓̈́͛͌̂͂͂̐̄͐͊͊́͒̂̊̎̃̐͘͘͝͝͝͠ȩ̸͕̦͚̲̹͖̘̬̼̲̬̟̟̻̮̯̦̺̹̮̯͈̤̻͔̝̠̰̱̝̲̹͍̝͔̥̯̥̹̭̞̻͋͌̏̏̄̍́̎͛͐̆̽͒͐̋͒̽̓̃̉̎̄̂̌̾̎̉͝͝͝͠ͅͅ

─ ⊹ ⊱ -'♡'- ⊰ ⊹ ─

─ ⊹ ⊱ -'♡'- ⊰ ⊹ ─

Silco proudly told you that day that he would show you around the estate and that he would spend the whole day with you alone. At any other time, such a change in your monotonous routine would have been exciting, but this morning you felt... strange. 

The dream from the previous night was still stuck in your mind, too real, too tangible. Every time you closed your eyes for more than a second, you felt like you were falling into nothingness again, as if the bonds were still wrapped around your body, suffocating you with an invisible grip.

On top of all that, your book was gone, just yesterday you had fallen asleep with it in your hands, but now there was no trace of it.

On the table was another book—an old, slightly worn leather-bound volume, a romance novel whose title you didn't recognize. 

No matter how much you rummaged through the pillows, blankets, every corner of the room, it disappeared like a stone thrown into the water. One of the servants must have taken it, although you didn't understand why, they never touched your things without asking before.

You felt like something was slipping away from you, like an invisible hand was crossing out tiny elements of your reality before you could see them. But you had to put it all aside. Silco hadn't left your side since morning, and his attention had effectively distracted you from everything else.

You insisted that you would walk on your own. Silco, despite his overprotective nature, gave in – albeit reluctantly. That's why your tour of the most important parts of the estate dragged on endlessly. Every step seemed to require more effort from you, and every few minutes you had to stop to catch your breath and regain at least a little strength.

You didn't complain. Quite the opposite – these short breaks gave you more than a moment of respite. They allowed you to look around more carefully at spaces that you had previously only superficially known. And when Silco stopped next to you, discreetly observing whether you were not overdoing the effort, you directed your gaze to the windows. The gardens surrounding the estate looked completely different from this perspective – vast, almost wild in some places, as if deliberately left to nature. Hidden paths disappeared in the shadow of pergolas entwined with vines, and in the distance the surface of a small pond gleamed, reflecting the gray sky.

The mansion was huge – spacious corridors stretched on endlessly, and each room you entered seemed more impressive than the last. The high ceilings were decorated with intricate moldings, and the walls were covered with heavy velvet curtains. The furniture – solid, dark, made of the finest wood – gleamed under a layer of carefully polished wax. Every detail of the decor screamed wealth and power, but at the same time, something about this place made you feel uneasy.

It was... too perfect here.

Every object had its strictly designated place – not a single thing out of order. Even dust seemed to be something that had no right to exist here. The sense of sterility was almost overwhelming, as if no one dared to disturb this perfection.

Despite the splendor and perfect order, the rooms seemed empty – as if no one actually lived there. There were no signs of everyday life – no abandoned books, no cups of unfinished tea, no trinkets that would indicate someone's presence. Even the air seemed too still.

For a moment, you felt like you were walking through an exhibition – beautiful but dead. There was something unnatural about this place.

Something that made you feel... imprisoned.

"Is this the library?" Your voice was quiet but hopeful. You didn't take your eyes off the massive double doors in front of you. They were impressive—the dark wood gleamed in the dim light of the hallway, and the gold fittings reflected the light like glowing sparks.

Silco, standing right behind you, held your hand on his arm—too tightly, as if he was afraid you might slip away. A quiet, throaty laugh escaped his lips when he saw the glint in your eyes.

"I left the best for last," he said with amusement, a hint of tenderness in his voice. "I knew if you went in there, I wouldn't get you out" he lifted your hand to his lips.

"But today..." his voice took on a soft, almost gentle tone "Today, I won't hold you back."

You felt incredible, walking the aisles and reverently running your fingers along the spines of books. Each section drew you in for a longer while, each promise of a new story or mystery tempting you to delve deeper. 

Despite your weakness, you felt the energy that had been missing from all those long days spent in bed returning to you with each step. Now you were free – if only for a moment – ​​and you weren't going to give it up.

Silco was always close. His presence enveloped you like a shadow – discreet but tangible. Always ready to hand you a book from the top shelf, to grab your arm when you lost your balance, he was always watching over you. And just as persistently – he always suggested that you slow down, rest. 

But you didn't want to slow down. You had been motionless for too long, trapped in a body that seemed to betray you with each passing day. Now that you could walk again, you wanted more. More books. More space. More answers.

And yet... something was missing.

Despite the hundreds of volumes that captured your attention, deep down you still felt this unsettling dissatisfaction. The thought of that book wouldn't leave you alone. It was like a shadow on the edge of your consciousness - elusive, but impossible to ignore. You looked around furtively, trying to scan every corner of the library for a hidden section where you could find it.

Silco didn't miss your moment of contemplation.

"Are you looking for something specific?" he asked, his voice filled with polite curiosity, but also something else - a note of wariness that you couldn't ignore.

You looked at the stack of books in his arms - the ones you had chosen, which he almost immediately took away, offering his help. Always eager to relieve you of even the smallest effort.

For a brief moment you hesitated, feeling something in the back of your mind warning you to be careful. Every nerve in your body screamed that you shouldn't say anything, that you shouldn't bring this up.

"If you don't tell me, I can't help you." his voice was quiet, but the tension that trembled within him was almost tangible. The smile disappeared from his face, and he seemed to get closer—too close. The heat of his body radiated off him in waves, like a glow that consumed every inch of space between you.

You clenched your fingers around the hem of your dress, trying to find some kind of balance against the intensity of his gaze. You knew he wouldn't let go. Not Silco.Giving in under the weight of his gaze, you sighed quietly.

"Yesterday... I was reading a book. I'd really like to finish it, but... I don't know where it is. I'll probably find it later—

"What was it called?" he interrupted you immediately, his tone cutting through the air like a blade.

You shivered. You felt your heart beating faster, and a strange pressure tightened your throat.

"Herbal medicine."

For a brief moment you thought you had misheard, but no - you had actually heard it. The grinding of teeth. His hand, previously relaxed, clenched into a fist so hard that the skin on his knuckles turned white. A shadow moved across his face, and in his eyes, which had seemed gentle a moment ago, something sharp flickered. Something dangerous.

The silence that fell after your words was almost tangible – heavy and oppressive, as if each sentence you uttered tightened the invisible thread between you even more.

Silco still stood still, his gaze piercing you through and through, as if he was analyzing every word you said, breaking it down into its components. It seemed to you that there was something more lurking in those icy eyes – something you couldn't name.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as if trying to calm down.

"The book you were reading yesterday?" he repeated, as if making sure he understood correctly. "Is it about 'The Doll'?"

You frowned. You remembered the title – you had seen it briefly when Erin had brought you a stack of books. But it wasn't that book. You immediately put it aside, uninterested.

"It was the book I found you with last night, when you had fallen asleep on the sofa." - His tone was calm, too calm - almost artificially composed ,,I put it on the table. Don't worry, I marked the page you left off on"

His voice was like silk - smooth, perfectly controlled - but there was something in that smoothness that sent a shiver down your spine. And yet his lips still didn't stretch into even the slightest smile.Something was wrong.,,No, that's definitely not that book" you were surprised by the force with which you said it. You knew it ,,Its title was "Herbal Medicine". I'm sure of it. It had a green cover and..."

You stopped suddenly. The image - a cold room, a shelf of books, one visible - hit you with such force that you were there again.

Your heart sped up. Was that possible? Or... had you mixed up a dream with reality?

Anxiety tightened around your throat like an invisible noose. 

"You're crazy"

That voice in your head grew louder and louder, intrusive, like an echo that wouldn't go away. Your hands were shaking uncontrollably, and your breathing was shallow and ragged. God... is this happening again? Am I... losing my mind?

Before you could step back, Silco had already put down the books he was holding and was by your side. His hands were steady, warm as he cupped your face and gently wiped away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks.

"Look at me" his voice was low, quiet, but there was something in it that didn't let you object. You looked up, and your eyes met his - intense, penetrating, as if he saw more than you ever wanted to show "I'm right here" the words fell from his lips slowly, almost caressingly ,,You can tell me anything. I want to know every thought that torments you. Every pain, every fear. Every thing that makes you cry" he leaned closer, his breath brushing your skin. Every syllable he spoke was saturated with something deeper—desire? Obsession? You weren't sure.

,,Sometimes I wish I could enter your beautiful mind" you shivered, and he felt it—the warmth of his hand seemed even more overwhelming ,,I wish I could understand you fully. Every secret you have. Every thought you hide. To be the only one who truly knows you" his words were tender, loving and yet something about them - something about that fervent desire to possess you whole froze you from the inside. You felt as if his voice was wrapping you in invisible bonds – gentle, almost soothing... but not letting you escape his grasp. You clenched your fingers into the material of your dress, desperately searching for any anchor to keep you from drowning in his touch.

,,I'm tired..." you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling the tears flowing mercilessly down your cheeks. Your body was tense, and your heart was beating too fast, as if it couldn't find its rhythm. With each passing moment, the spacious room seemed to close in on you. The walls that once seemed so far away were now right next to you - they were shifting, as if they wanted to swallow you whole.

,,I want to go back..." you choked out between sobs, your voice trembling. Each word was like a stone that fell on your heart.

,,Oh my beloved..." his voice was soft, but full of deep concern. He closed you in a strong, almost desperate embrace, as if he himself was the answer to your call. His warmth enveloped you like a cocoon, and when you felt a tender kiss on the crown of your head, the whole world disappeared for a moment.

"Let's go back" you felt his strong hands grab the back of your knees, lifting you off the ground. You found yourself in his arms, pressed tightly against his chest. His body was not only a support - it was your refuge. His whole world was becoming your world, and you were supposed to be safe in it.

─ ⊹ ⊱ -'♡'- ⊰ ⊹ ─

Erin pulled her nightgown out of the wooden chest in the corner of her room and threw it on the bed, ready to get rid of the apron that had been tightly hugging her body all day. The fatigue of the day's work was starting to overwhelm her when the door creaked open

"Miss Mabel" her heart stopped in her chest for a moment as she saw her superior standing in the doorway. She straightened up quickly, then bowed slightly

"Follow me, I need your help"  there was no room for argument, there was not only strength in her voice, but also something that did not allow for any hesitation. Erin opened her mouth, ready to answer, but at the last moment she fell silent as she saw her superior standing there, waiting. She stopped mid-sentence, holding her breath and he just nodded quietly, not daring to object. 

The hallways were drowning in silence. Night had enveloped the manor, and all the servants had long since finished their duties, the only sound in this emptiness was the rhythmic clatter of Mabel's heels, echoing off the high, cold walls. Erin followed close behind her.

They stopped at a heavy, metal door hidden in the shadows of a recess. It led to the pantry—a place Erin rarely visited. She was not allowed to prepare meals. Miss Mabel strictly guarded it, making sure that only a handful of trusted servants had access to the food served to their masters. The fewer people who knew what was going to their tables, the less risk there was of... anything she so obsessively guarded.

Erin swallowed, glancing at the cold, metal handle of the door. What could possibly need her help at this hour?

"Miss M—"

"Foolish girl" Mrs. Mabel interrupted sharply "be quiet" these words hit Erin like an icy wave. Something in her tone made her heart beat faster, acold shiver ran down her spine, but she didn't have time to think.

They entered the pantry and the only source of light was an oil lamp, flickering uncertainly on one of the barrels. Shadows danced on the walls, stretching into grotesque shapes.

It was only when a long moment of silence fell between them that Erin knew she was definitely in danger, her superior was looking at her without a word, as if waiting for something to happen.

And then two pairs of hands emerged from the darkness, grabbing her in a steely grip.

"Let go!" she choked out, struggling desperately, her voice bounced off the cold, stone walls. The strong hands didn't loosen their grip, her resistance meant nothing. She struggled, kicked, tried to free her hands, but their grip was like steel shackles.

They dragged her by force into the depths of the underground, pulling her into a long, dark corridor, where the light of the lamp quickly dissolved into the darkness.

"Please..." she whispered pitifully, although she wasn't sure if it was a plea or the last shred of hope that someone would show mercy. But there was no answer, only the dull clatter of footsteps on the stone floor as they dragged her deeper into the darkness.

The room they had dragged her into was filled with wooden crates, stacked one on top of the other in a chaotic mess. Some of them were open, revealing their contents—weapons.

Guns, knives, ammunition gleaming in the dim light of a single lamp. Erin didn't even have time to think before her body hit the cold, stone floor with a brutal blow. She fell to the side, her carefully pinned hair spilling around her face. She tried to get up, but before she could even lean on her hands, she felt a sharp, heavy pain.

The blow was powerful, the world spun, and she fell to the ground again, her body sliding limply across the floor. Her head was throbbing with pain, her heart pounding in her chest like crazy. She opened her mouth, screamed, but her own voice seemed distant, as if it wasn't hers.

A sob racked her body, she couldn't stop it, and then she heard that voice.

"I am disappointed" she didn't have to look up to know who was standing over her. She knew that voice all too well.

"So much effort, so much work, so much training for the staff to be perfect. To fulfill their roles as they should" Silco continued "And yet... yet someone dares to scheme behind my back. To put my wife in danger"

Erin squeezed her eyes shut.

"My Lord..." she whispered, her voice trembling, not even trying to look up. She didn't dare look at his face, not even at his shoes. She stared at the floor, at the tiny cracks and bumps in the cold stone.

"I have given my wife into your hands" Silco's voice grew angrier, his cold fury directed not at Erin this time, but at her superior, who stood at the entrance on full alert "I entrusted you with her health, her life. And then... I find out that in my absence her mental state was being endangered by the girl you chose yourself?! His last words cut through the silence like a blade. 

Erin flinched, her body instinctively curling up on the floor. He was a man who did not lose control., even when he was furious, his anger had a cold, deadly precision to it. But now... that scream was more than just a simple outburst of anger. It was raw, unstoppable fury.

"I take full responsibility" Mabels voice devoid of emotion "I deserve the ultimate punishment" 

Silco narrowed his eyes, turned around abruptly, and began to pace the room like a wild animal trapped in a cage. He was breathing heavily, his hands gripping his hair, almost tearing it from his temples.

"You're lucky..." he finally said through clenched teeth "You're lucky I managed to get the situation under control and my wife is safe" he stopped suddenly, resting his hands on one of the wooden crates 

"But what happened can't be undone" the room fell dead silent. Erin could feel her own ragged breaths echoing in her ears, she was too scared to move.

"I'm sorry..." she managed to choke out through aggressive sobs. Her voice was ragged, trembling, barely audible between convulsive breaths "I'm so sorry..." Silco didn't even look at her

"You know there's only one punishment for betrayal" he snapped his fingers and efore she could comprehend the meaning of the gesture, she felt a tug. Someone grabbed her by the arms and roughly pulled her forward. A violent shiver of panic shook her body, shee kept repeating her apology, over and over, like a prayer she couldn't stop. 

She squeezed her eyelids so hard that the world around her turned into absolute darkness. She was forced to kneel in front of one of the crates, her heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing shallow and ragged. When someone ruthlessly pressed her head against the rough surface of the wood, she began to hyperventilate hysterically. Her wrists were tied tightly behind her back, and someone's rough hands pushed her hair back, exposing her neck. A terrified, animalistic scream escaped her lips.

The woman standing in the dark corner of the room almost flinched as the young girl's head rolled off the wooden crate and across the cold floor. Her eyes were still open, frozen in terror. She had seen many horrors in her life,looked at death up close many times, often even caused it. 

But this? This was something else. Something that even in her aroused the reflex to look away. And that was really hard to achieve.

Silco stood unmoved, as if what had just happened had no great significance to him.

"Show her head as a warning to the rest," he said coldly.

"Yes, my lord" Miss Mabel replied faithfully, without a trace of emotion in her voice.

"And then burn everything, far away from the estate. Nothing is to be left of her" he turned and headed for the exit.

"Sevika, you are to see to it" he threw the words over his shoulder, not even sparing her a glance, and then disappeared into the darkness of the corridor, leaving behind only a heavy silence and the smell of blood that slowly filled the room. Sevika sighed, running a hand over her face.

"Shit, I need a smoke"

─ ⊹ ⊱ -'♡'- ⊰ ⊹ ─

I am not completely proud of this chapter, and I don't feel as confident in my english writing skills anymore, but I try my best! The dreams in this story are a big part of the lore and very important, I want them to be written as best as I can, thats why this chapter took me so long, I was stuck at the very beggining for a while. Thank you so much for all the comments on ao3 and on tumblr, I read all of them and you give me so much happiness, I am gratefull for each one of u <333

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(Yandere!Silco x Amnesiac!Fem!Reader)

!TW! FantasyAU! Heavy Yandere Themes, Silco is ooc for sure, vomiting, sick!reader, violence, mention of death, violence, dark yandere, I will tag every chapter seperately! :)

Description: ,, A series of unfortunate events causes you to completely lose your memory. Now, you find yourself thrust into the role of the Duchess of Zaun, married to a man you don’t recognize. But was this ever truly your life? And why does the scent of blood cling to you, no matter where you go? "

Note: english is NOT my first language, I am very much open for critique and suggestions but pls be nice and respectful :c I DO NOT support any of these behaviors!

─ ⊹ ⊱ -'♡'- ⊰ ⊹ ─

Silco knelt down on one knee next to the couch you were sitting on, but you didn't react, didn't even glance his way. Your gaze was fixed on the raindrops streaming down the window, your jaw clenched so hard it hurt. You held back from exploding, from screaming, from grabbing the first thing you saw and throwing it against the wall— just like you had done earlier.

In the morning, when you woke up, he was already there, sitting in the chair next to your bed, rolling a cigar in his hands. How long had he been sitting there? Had he been watching over you all night?

As soon as his gaze met yours, it softened, but yours was practically burning with anger. All night long, your mind replayed the scenes of the previous evening on a loop. Every aggressive touch felt twice as strong, his words sounded louder, as if they were echoing in your head, and his wounded eye glowed with an even more intense, almost blinding light.

How dare he?  How dare he use you like that? You have laid here for days, too weak to do even the simplest of tasks on your own. Every moment of helplessness was a humiliation, you felt like a burden, like a spawn that depended solely on the grace of others. All these days he assured you that it wasn't true, and yet, in one moment without warning you became an object on which he could vent his anger.

You felt the wrath rising inside you like hot lava, spreading under your skin, pulsating in your temples. How dare he?  How could he sit there so calmly, as if nothing had happened? As he moved closer, just like when you first saw him, instinct told you to move away. But this time he wouldn't let you. He grabbed your wrist, stopping you in place, and then it happened.

Something inside you snapped

With all the strength you still had in your body, you started hitting him - with your fists, your legs, you did anything that could tear you out of his grip. You squeezed your eyes shut, blindly aiming punches, at his arms, his torso, anything that was within the reach of your hands. You didn't care if you hurt him, if you hit hard enough to hurt yourself along in the process, all that mattered was to get away, and maybe to prove something as well.

Silco took your blows without a word, he didn't try to defend himself, didn't try to move away to a safe distance, as if he knew you had to get out all the anger, all the fear, all the helplessness. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain, adrenaline pushing you to act, even though you felt yourself weakening with every movement.

 You were too tired. The strength left your body, your head fell helplessly to your chest, and a sob escaped your lips. His arms tightened around you, strong, unyielding. He held you from behind, hugging you firmly to his chest and blocking your every move.

"Everything's fine..." his warm breath brushed against your ear.

All of this had led you to where you were now - wrapped tightly in a blanket, sitting on the couch in front of a smoldering fireplace. The warmth of the fire brought no relief, though you shivered, not knowing if it was from the cold or from the emotions that still hadn't died down inside you.

The silence between you was heavy, thick with unspoken words.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand slowly rise, hovering over your leg, as if wondering for a moment if he could allow himself to touch you. But eventually, his fingers fell to the back of the couch, right next to you, close enough for you to feel his presence.

You waited. You had no intention of speaking first, especially now, as your body fought against the overwhelming exhaustion. You wanted him to beg for forgiveness, to try to explain himself, even clumsily, anything to show that he understood, that he saw how far he had gone.

"Feeling better now?" he asked quietly, his hand instinctively reaching for the scrap of the blanket resting on your shoulders, he wrapped it tighter "I can't stand this silence from you" he spoke again, a note of desperation in his voice "If I've done something wrong, tell me. I'll do anything to fix it"

What.

Your head snapped back to him,  almost out of breath. He was looking at you with the same look that he had fooled you with for all these days - calm, full of concern, as if nothing had happened, as if he was the same loving husband he'd always tried to be. Your leg began to tremble, the repetitive movement becoming the only thing keeping you sane.

,, Who do you think you are? " you growled through clenched teeth, fury lurking in your voice that you were no longer able to contain ,, Do you think you can treat me however you like? That because I am weak and pathetic I will not defend myself? That I will submit to your will, your tyranny? That I will forget?!" your voice broke on the last word, but you did not intend to stop

,, It's not me who's pathetic, it's you!" your scream shook the room, bounced off the walls like an echo, and the rain outside hit the windows with new force, as if the world wanted to agree with your words.

 ,,You have no right to treat me like a loving husband and then take your problems out on me!"

You expected anger, denial, maybe even a cynical smile. But he did nothing. He just watched. His face remained impassive, his eyes, though piercing, betrayed no violent emotions. Seconds passed, and the silence began to weigh like a stone. You opened your mouth to continue, to let out everything that burned inside you, but then he suddenly interrupted you.

"I came back yesterday when you were already asleep" you froze "The maids said you took your medicine and went to sleep" his voice was calm, but each word cut into you like a knife

Your heart was pounding like crazy and your breathing came in shallow gasps.

,,Don't make me look mad!" your voice cracked ,,Your disgusting paws left bruises on my arms!" you raised your hands and pushed down the long sleeves of your nightgown with a force. You blinked rapidly, wanting to see through your tears, to see the marks you could still feel on your skin. The pain was still there. The memory of his fingers gripping your wrists was too fresh, too real. But...no bruises. No evidence. Your heart was pounding like crazy, and a cold shiver ran down your spine.

,, The-the carpet..." you choked out, your eyes immediately moving to the floor by the bed  ,,Medicine spilled... glass tore the material... you can definitely see it..." 

Your gaze nervously flickered over every inch of fabric, desperately searching for a stain, a crack, a trace... anything. 

Silco stood up slowly. Without a word, he reached for the candlestick lying on the dresser. His movements were calm, too calm. The candlelight danced on the walls as he approached the scene of the crime you just desribed. He leaned in slightly, a warm glow spreading across the material. Every nook and cranny. Every fiber. Every trace that should have been there. He glanced in your direction, his gaze impenetrable.

,,There's nothing here"

Your mouth opened and closed, the words were stuck in your throat. You felt like you were drowning in an invisible vortex, and every thought you tried to grasp crumbled to dust before you could say it.

"When... when I dreamed..." you began quietly, shaking your head almost automatically 

"I was in such shock that my mind played it on a loop. Over and over, over and over... reliving this moment from the beginning" 

Silco was silent for a long moment, watching you carefully.

"You dreamed..." he repeated slowly, taking a cautious step toward you, as if he was approaching a startled animal. "You had the same dream so many times that you can't tell the difference between your imagination and reality"

Uncertainty settled in your chest, cold and unwanted. You breathed through slightly parted lips, staring at everything but him. At the rain outside, the glow of the fireplace, your hands.

 And then you felt his touch. A warm hand rested on your cheek, his fingers gently tilted your head so that you would look at him. When you looked at him now, something inside you broke, but not in anger - in doubt. What was happenning to you? After all, before you was a man whose touch could express more than a thousand words. Who didn't have to speak, one look was enough to recite a love poem without opening his mouth.

"I'm not crazy..." you whispered.

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he leaned in slowly, cautiously, as if he was afraid that any sudden movement would scare you away. He gently touched your foreheads together. You didn't pull away. He sighed quietly and closed his eyes, his breath washing over your skin in a warm, familiar breeze.

"Of course you're not" his voice carried such certainty, as if just saying those words could make you whole again. His hand slid lazily over your back, unhurried, tender.

"You've been through so much. You need time to recover. It won't happen in two weeks" you felt your body surrender to his touch on its own, the tension evaporating

"We'll get through this together. You don't have to be afraid. Just trust me, confide in me. Just let go"

─ ⊹ ⊱ -'♡'- ⊰ ⊹ ─

You sat on the balcony, wrapped in a thick shawl, the icy wind touching your cheeks, making you feel more awake than you had in weeks. It was an early but frosty spring, the air smelled of damp, frozen earth. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

You felt better. Maybe not perfect, maybe not fully yourself, but better. Silco was more present to you than ever. He watched. He saw you slowly coming back to yourself, making progress, but despite that he still looked at you with a shadow of concern.

At dinner a few days earlier, he had broken the silence that had been filled only by the soft clink of cutlery "Always tell me everything" he said, putting down the spoon he just fed you with. His voice was quiet but firm. 

"I don't want this to happen again" he didn't have to specify what he was talking about. You knew.

Erin stood next to you, her hands gripping the edges of her uniform tightly, trying to shield herself from the cold.

"I brought you a chair, my lady," she said quietly. 

You turned your head and looked at her. The girl had recently become your silent companion, maybe in a time you could even call her a friend.

"I'm afraid the Duke won't be happy that you're out here in such weather" she added, tightening her arms around herself.

"It's just for a moment. Nothing will happen" you assured her, though you could feel the cold seeping through the thin fabric of your dress. 

As you sat down, your gaze wandered once again to the distant town at the foot of the estate, its outlines blurred in the cold air, unfamiliar to you.

,, I look at this city and it scares me that I don't recognize it"  you said quietly, almost to yourself, staring at the winding streets below ,, I used to walk these alleys, these squares. Who knows what my life was like then?"

Your words hung in the air, carrying a weight you couldn't name. Did you long for a past you didn't remember? Or were you afraid you'd never get it back? Silco told you about your life before meeting him. About your mother, whom you lost young. About your father, who had also passed away shortly after your wedding, leaving you in the care of your husband. About distant relatives you'd never met, and whom Silco spoke of with disgust - people greedy, self-absorbed, heartless.

"I met you when your father came to me for an audience" Silco had told you once, on one of the first days after you woke up.

"I will never forget the first time I saw you. I knew then that there was no other woman in this world but you. With one look, you took my soul and my heart. They were yours for all eternity"

You tightened your fingers on your shawl, letting the memories of his voice echo in your head.

" What's over there?" you asked, pointing your finger towards a distant part of the city that barely peeked out from behind the hills. The view was terrifying. Ruined buildings, black as coal, created a large, burnt void.

,, It was one of the larger districts of the city, my lady... A great fire broke out, it was huge, consuming everything so quickly, that for the first few days there was no chance of suppressing it. Many families lost their homes... many did not manage to escape"

Your heart began to beat faster, and the memory of the fire that had dominated your nightmares not so long ago filled your thoughts again. The sound of crackling flames seemed alive, so close. You looked at the ruins, you could not shake off this weird feelling.

,,Let's go inside" you said, unable to keep your eyes on this dead, burnt landscape any longer.

 You reached out your hand to Erin, and she immediately placed her hand in yours, helping you up.

"Did you bring new ones?" you asked, looking at a table filled with books she had brought. 

Erin hesitated for a moment, and then answered uncertainly:

"I'm afraid my lord won't be pleased if he finds out I took books from the library without asking..."

You smiled gently

"I'm the one who asked you to," you replied, trying to dispel her doubts. "Don't worry, really. I forgot to tell him that I had already read the ones he brought me.

Erin seemed to calm down a bit, though she still couldn’t quite shake the obvious tension from her face. Instead of answering, she began carefully closing the balcony door, then drawing the curtains shut.

You swiped through them, looking for something that could keep you interested for a while. Silco had definitely brought you less than Erin, most of these books were classics, the same ones that would have interested you once. Now, however, their ancient language made you feel more and more lost with each page. You had to read the same sentence several times before it started to make sense.

You didn't have the heart to tell him outright: "I don't think my mind is in a state where reading this could actually be enjoyable"

At the very end of the table, almost invisible among the other books, rested a small, inconspicuous item. The title on its spine almost drew you in like a magnet: "Herbal Medicine". When you opened the book, the first pages were full of simple, natural recipes, it felt as if they had known you for a long time, as if it was a part of you that you had lost somewhere, sometime.

Holding it in your hands, you suddenly felt a strange, warm feeling of peace that slowly filled every cell of your body. As if this book was not just a collection of words, but a piece of your own history that you could not remember, but which you felt in every particle of your being.

"I'll take this one, Erin. Thank you..." - you said quietly, not looking up from it. You felt its scent, surrounding you, as if the book itself, its wisdom, penetrated you and gave you what you were looking for - peace.

─ ⊹ ⊱ -'♡'- ⊰ ⊹ ─ 

Silco looked at your face with a subtle smile, seeing you deep in sleep, resting in silence despite your uncomfortable position on the couch. Your breathing, even and calm, was like a soothing melody in his ears.

He hated this – the separation, the absence he had to endure when he was forced to spend the whole day away from the manor. Time passed at a dizzying pace, but for him, every minute without you seemed to drag on forever. In his world, full of uncertainty and constant struggle for control, the moments when he couldn’t protect you or be close to you were like holes in his reality – empty and cold. He always tried to keep his cool, but in those moments when your paths diverged, he felt like he was losing a part of himself.

Silco felt every muscle in his body finally relax as soon as he laid down next to you. He held your hand in his, as if it would somehow seal it for him - that despite everything, even though he had to be far away, he would always be with you. His breathing became calmer, and his thoughts ran in one direction - towards you, towards this moment when nothing could separate them anymore.

The cold, hard features of his face finally found solace in your warmth.

Silco felt his heart speed up as he looked at the book that was lying on your lap. The title that emerged from the spine made the blood immediately boil in his veins. He reached for it furiously, feeling his hands trembling with anger.

He stood up, turning the book over in his hands, his gaze sharp and icy. On the inside cover, a coat of arms shone - his coat of arms. This book was from his collection. One of the servants had brought it to you. Without his knowledge. Without his consent. Something that could hurt you, something that could rob you of your peace.

A laugh escaped his throat, quiet, empty, devoid of amusement. Just one day. He had only been gone for one day and you had already been put in danger.

With his jaw clenched, without hesitation, he walked over to the fireplace and threw the book straight into the smoldering flames. He heard the crackle as the paper and leather began to burn, and with each passing second the book turned to ash. He watched as the pages curled in on themselves, as the letters turned to smoke, and the item that was precious to you disappeared into the embers. By that time, his thoughts were already far away - reviewing the library. All the things that could hurt you must disappear. Every trace of what you shouldn't remember.

He turned to you, his gaze harder than before, but when he looked at you, he saw your calm, sleepy breathing again. He sighed quietly, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

He wouldn't let it all go to waste.

When you woke up after that fateful night and looked at him with that hateful gaze, he felt a stab in his chest. A cold blade he hadn't expected. He knew then that he couldn't make another mistake. He had already let the situation get out of control once - and it had cost him more than he was willing to admit.

For a brief moment... maybe he even felt bad. Maybe a shadow of doubt flitted through his thoughts when he realized how much he had to lie to you, how skillfully he had to weave a web of lies so that you would believe his version of reality. But that feeling lasted only a moment, a mere blink. He had protected you from something much worse, from something you could never understand. 

Your mind was too delicate, too fragile to bear the weight of the truth.

─ ⊹ ⊱ -'♡'- ⊰ ⊹ ─

I AM FREE!!!! EXAM SESSION AT UNI IS OVER. Thank you so much for waiting and for such kind comments on ao3 and on tumblr as well! Thank you for reading, I hope you had a lot of fun! <3 

Taglist: @killjoy-youngblood @jllyunn

[mybelovedfleur]

*writes two paragraphs after months of literally nothing and it took three hours*

[mybelovedfleur]

ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

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You can also read Belladonna on ao3!

[mybelovedfleur]

,,𝐵𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶" 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝐼

(Yandere!Silco x Amnesiac!Fem!Reader)

!TW! FantasyAU! Heavy Yandere Themes, Silco is ooc for sure, vomiting, sick!reader, violence, mention of death, violence, dark yandere, I will tag every chapter seperately! :)

Description: ,, A series of unfortunate events causes you to completely lose your memory. Now, you find yourself thrust into the role of the Duchess of Zaun, married to a man you don’t recognize. But was this ever truly your life? And why does the scent of blood cling to you, no matter where you go? "

Note: english is NOT my first language, I am very much open for critique and suggestions but pls be nice and respectful :c I DO NOT support any of these behaviors!

─ ⊹ ⊱ -'♡'- ⊰ ⊹ ─

Silco leaned over you, concern in his eyes, as if the slightest sign of your pain hurt him just as much. He carefully adjusted the pillow so that you could comfortably rest your injured head on it.

"Do you feel worse? Should I get a doctor?" he whispered with tension in his voice, the trembling note betraying how much he cared about your health.

You haven't shown the slightest interest in leaving your bed all morning - a completely different behavior from your determination yesterday.

No wonder Silco noticed it right away. Seeing that you didn't even try to get up to eat breakfast, he became clearly worried. From that moment on, he constantly circled you like a tireless bee, trying to help you in every way possible. Instead of comforting you, his excessive concern began to irritate you - it was the first time he seemed so burdensome. You were overwhelmed by the dark memories of the nightmare that still weighed on your mind, and Silco didn't give you a moment's respite to simply delve into your own thoughts.

,,I feel like I always do, I just don't have the strength. It's nothing serious" you said, finally trying to calm him down. But Silco didn't look convinced. His gaze wandered over your body, as if stubbornly searching for something that could betray you

,,I have an important meeting today... " he whispered under his breath, clearly to himself, but you heard it clearly. You didn't have time to say anything, because his gaze fell roght back on your face.

,, It doesn't matter" he said in a confident tone, his voice firm" I'll stay with you"

If you had more strength, and the wound on the back of your head wasn't throbbing with irritating pain, you would have surely jumped up.

"No, please..." you said pleadingly, staring at him. "I don't want to be a burden again. You hardly leave my side anyway"

Silco froze for a moment, as if your words had hurt him more than he would like to admit. When he finally spoke, his tone was unexpectedly serious.

"Don't ever say that again" he said firmly.

You sighed, feeling the weight of guilt gripping your heart."I just don't want to stop you," you began quietly, struggling to gather your thoughts. 

"I want to prove to both of us that I can handle myself, even in times like these. If you go to this meeting... I'll be truly happy"

Silco stood up and began to pace nervously around the room, you could almost hear the grinding of his teeth. His hand involuntarily went to the scarred side of his face, which he rubbed as if trying to quell the growing frustration. You waited tensely, holding your breath, wondering if your words had angered him.

"The servants are well trained" he finally said, his voice full of reluctance, as if each word was difficult for him. "They know what to do. Don't hesitate to send for me if something happens, or if you simply need me."

His gaze finally met yours.

"I'll drop everything and come to you" he added with such intensity that you had no doubts about the sincerity of his words.

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It wasn't like you hadn't noticed the estate workers before – they were there, but rather like shadows moving in the background, silently carrying out your husband's orders. They were the ones who helped you with more intimate activities, such as changing or washing. Although it made things easier for you, you quickly noticed that Silco approached this matter with clear reluctance.

When you first asked for a new nightgown and the opportunity to wash up, he fulfilled your wish almost immediately. However, his reaction to this request exceeded your expectations - before you knew it, he was already filling the bathtub with water, sitting you on the stool next to it. When with unwavering determination he wanted to help you take off your clothes, you felt your face immediately turn red like a beetroot.

Embarrassed, you calmly asked him to let you do it yourself. His expression was hard to read - as if he was fighting with his thoughts. From that moment on, he waited for you outside the bathroom door, visibly anxious and even outraged whenever one of the servants helped you with something that he felt should have been his role.

 Now, you had a real chance to make contact with them, maybe even have a short conversation. Up until now, everything you knew about your life had come from Silco's mouth. His stories, while very romantic, were undoubtedly tinged with his feelings, perhaps even idealized – which was no surprise, considering the way he was devoted to his role as your loving husband.

The prospect of hearing something about yourself from an outsider, someone who wasn't emotionally attached to you, seemed almost exciting. It could be a chance to look at your life from a different perspective – and perhaps discover something new about yourself.

You were being looked after by three women: two middle-aged and one clearly younger. They were all dressed in impeccably ironed black uniforms that emphasized their professionalism. They moved around you with mechanical precision – their movements were so perfect and synchronized that they almost resembled some sort of machines. Silco wasn't exaggerating when he said that they were highly trained.

 Your ambitious plans to start a conversation didn't go so well at first. You were too nervous, and their distant attitude only increased your embarrassment.

It was only when the younger girl was left alone in the room to change the sheets on the bed that you felt it was the right moment to speak up. So you broke through, saying the first words

"What's your name?" you asked, trying to make your voice sound natural, although you yourself felt slightly embarrassed. The girl, noticeably surprised, stopped for a moment, as if wondering what she should do, whether to answer you at all.

 A moment of silence passed, which seemed to last forever, before finally, with a nervousness in her voice, she answered

"Erin, my lady"  she somehow radiated a warmth that immediately worked in your favor, and you felt your self-confidence begin to grow.

"Erin" you repeated. 

You noticed how the girl visibly relaxed, and a delicate, almost shy smile appeared on her face.

"Tell me, how long have you been working here?" she put down the pillow she was working on and finally turned her full attention to you.

"Only a month, Ma'am" she replied. As soon as you heard her words, you sighed with resignation.

"The entire staff has been here for a month" she added quickly. At these words, you looked up, and your eyes narrowed in a sign of dissatisfaction and suspicion.

"How so?"

The girl, now clearly regretting speaking, began nervously adjusting her uniform.

"The Duke replaced the entire staff after your accident," she explained quickly, as if these words were supposed to calm the situation, although they had the opposite effect.

You wanted to ask for details, for reasons, for what exactly had happened, but before you could say anything, the door flew open. One of the older women entered the room with a silver tray full of medicines.

The older woman gave the girl a reprimanding look that was telling enough for the young maid to immediately return to her work, lowering her gaze like a guilty child.

When the servants finished their duties, both women bowed low and asked if you needed anything else. You forced yourself to briefly deny it, even though your thoughts were screaming to stop them and force out more information. A moment later, the door closed behind them, leaving you alone in the room, again.

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By the end of the day, your strength had returned, at least enough to get out of bed and sit on the edge. You still felt a slight weakness in your legs, but the knowledge that at least you had managed to overcome your constant fatigue was comforting. On the nightstand stood a silver tray of medicines – the same tablets whose bitter taste made you nauseous, and whose effects locked you in a numbing fog. You looked at them with reluctance, the dark purple – almost black liquid standing in the cup almost made you nauseous by its very sight. A decision was made in your head – not now. You would use this moment, when your body finally did not betray you, and Silco did not hover nearby like a guard watching over a prisoner.

Without the constant feeling of sleepiness, you finally felt like your thoughts were your own—clear, clear, unencumbered by the fog of medication. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you could look at your situation clearly. For days, weeks, maybe even longer, you felt like Silco had not only taken control of your life, but also of what you thought and felt. His words, his presence, even his care—all seemed to shape your reality.

But now, as that grip eased, the truth began to weigh on you, something here was wrong. The situation you found yourself in was far from normal, no matter how beautifully Silco tried to present it. There were too many of his versions of events in this story, his sweet promises, his comfortable half-truths. And the answers you were desperately searching for? There were none. There were only gaps, silence, and then his narrative again. You could see it clearly now—and it was that clarity of mind that made the weight of it all seem unbearable.

You knew that if you wanted to regain even a shred of sanity, you had to get out of this room—this claustrophobic prison where everything seemed to reek of control. You wanted to feel the fresh air, to touch the earth in the garden that had only existed for you as a view through closed, unyielding windows.

But you couldn't. Your body was betraying you, just as it had been betraying you all these days. You knew that if you tried, your legs would give out and you would eventually collapse to the floor—helpless, weak, unable to even get up. The arms that should have held you up would fail. Your imagination showed you the image of Silco entering the room, of you lying there—motionless, completely defenseless, yet more proof that you should have listened to his commands.

The thought squeezed you from the inside, and the frustration you had tried to suppress surged like a wave. You felt the stinging tears welling up in your eyes, the helplessness choking you in your throat. You yearned for freedom so much, but you were a prisoner of your own body.

As if all that wasn't enough, you still felt the weight of your nightmare from today, never leaving you. It lingered in the back of your mind like a persistent shadow, blurry but still clear enough to send shivers down your spine. There was something disturbingly familiar about the nightmare, something that wouldn't leave you alone.

Raised voices could be heard from behind the door leading to Silco's office. They were muffled, but their tone indicated that this was no ordinary conversation - it was an argument. You easily recognized one of the voices as Silco's. The other voice, however, was unfamiliar to you, although unlike your husband, he didn't care about the volume of his tone, probably not knowing that someone on the other side could hear them, the words were still too distorted for you to understand anything.

Your eyes automatically went to the tray of medicines, and then to the door leading to the office. Common sense told you to stay in bed, but something else - curiosity, anxiety, maybe even instinct - told you to act. Pushing aside all logical thoughts, you slowly shifted on the bed, trying to get closer to the source of the sound. However, despite your efforts, the voices were still indistinct, and frustration grew inside you.In a burst of courage—or perhaps mad stupidity—you decided to do something more. 

You grabbed the bed frame, bracing your shaking hands on it, and struggled to your feet. The wall was your only support as you took your first step toward the door.

When you reached your destination, your heart started beating faster, but this time not from the effort, but from relief. You made it – for the first time, you had crossed the entire room without anyone's help. But that feeling of pride only lasted a moment, because suddenly you heard the slam of the office door and quick footsteps, clearly heading your way. Your heart froze in your chest. You didn't have time to back up or think about what to do. 

The door opened abruptly, almost hitting you in the face. You were leaning against the door frame and the handle to keep your balance, but the sudden movement took away all of your support. The world around you blurred, and you felt yourself starting to fall. Before you could touch the floor, you felt strong hands grab you at the last moment. 

The grip was firm, almost too strong, you looked up and looked straight into Silco's eyes, which shone with something between surprise and irritation. His face was drawn, as if he was fighting to keep from exploding with anger, but you could clearly see the shadow of concern that was breaking through his mask of composure.

"What are you doing?" he hissed quietly, his voice laced with a mixture of anger and concern.

Silco wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, so that your faces were almost at the same level. You felt his hands grip your waist tightly, holding you in place as if to make sure you didn't disappear from his field of vision. His gaze was intense, piercing, but you avoided it, lowering your gaze and whispering barely audibly:

"I heard noises outside the door... I got scared" your voice was shaking. Silco narrowed his eyes, then looked away, glancing over your shoulder as if searching for something behind you. But that only lasted a moment. His gaze quickly returned to you - now full of irritation, and his expression changed as if someone had turned off the mask of composure he always wore.

"Why didn't you take your medicine?" he asked, anger growing in his voice.

 "Why are you trying so hard to disobey me?!" before you could say anything, his hands moved to your shoulders, gripping them tightly, his voice growing increasingly tense. Before you could protest, you felt him shake your body. Not hard, but enough to force you to look him in the eyes. His hands seemed to desperately hold you to him, as if they were trying to force you into obedience. 

"Look at me" he growled, his voice shaking, but it wasn't just anger anymore. There was something else in his eyes, behind the facade of anger - fear.

Your gaze remained fixed on your hands clasped on his torso, however, Silco clearly had no intention of waiting for your reaction. In a burst of frustration and desperation, his hand moved to the back of your head, grabbing a spot that had not yet healed. Before you could react, he forced you to lift your head and look him straight in the eye.

Pain exploded like fire, spreading throughout your body, and a sudden, suffering cry escaped your lips. Silco froze, as if he had only just realized what he had done. His hand immediately let go of your head, and the rest of your body recoiled in terror, it was enough for your tired legs to give out. You fell to the floor, with nothing to hold on to.

For several long seconds, Silco stood motionless, as if what had happened was unreal to him. His gaze, filled with anger a moment ago, now seemed as if something inside him had snapped.

As you lifted your gaze, trying to catch your breath and control the pain, something about the image before you seemed strangely familiar. Silco stood still, his silhouette silhouetted against the warm glow of the dying fire in the fireplace, but your eyes could no longer focus on the details. The tears that had welled up in your eyes began to blur reality, and you felt as if the room had suddenly become dark.

You blinked once, then twice, and the image before you changed. Instead of a room, you saw something that resembled a scene from a nightmare. Silco stood before you in the rain, his clothes soaked through, drops running down the material in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic pace.

The entire figure seemed to be taken from another world, yet terrifyingly real at the same time. The only thing that remained clear in this illusion was his injured eye. It glowed in the darkness like a cursed light.

You didn't know if it was a memory, a hallucination caused by the pain, or something more. But one thing was certain - at that moment the line between reality and nightmare began to blur, and you felt like you were drowning in this darkness, the epicenter of which was him.

You curled up on the floor, burying your face in your shaking hands. Tears flowed steadily, hot and stinging, as if burning paths into your skin. The pain, both physical and mental, seemed to take over every aspect of your existence.

"Drink," you heard suddenly, his voice hard, almost impervious to argument.

Before you could protest, you felt Silco lift you off the floor. His movements were surprisingly gentle, though you could feel his hands shaking.

Before you knew what was happening, a silver goblet touched your lips. The dark liquid, the sharp smell of which filled your nostrils, was thick, viscous, its bitter taste immediately hit your taste buds, almost causing a gag reflex, but Silco didn't stop

"Drink" he repeated, this time more insistently, and his free hand held your face, not letting you turn away

You felt the liquid pour into your mouth, and he forced you to swallow. His hand, although shaking, was unwavering, and his gaze was focused on only one thing, regardless of your protests.

When he finally moved the cup away from your lips, you felt the remnants of the liquid run down your chin, leaving a sticky trail on your skin. A few dark drops landed on your nightgown, staining the delicate material.

Your body began to betray you – weakened and tired, unable to fight any longer. Your head fell limply, and Silco gently supported it and placed it on his lap. His touch, although full of anger a moment ago, now seemed almost tender.

You felt a piece of his shirt wipe your face. It was a rough, yet surprisingly caring attempt to wipe away the tears, the traces of liquid, and the pain that seemed to be etched into your skin. His gestures were mechanical, as if he was trying to recreate something a loving husband should do.

Your eyelids began to close, heavy with fatigue and tears. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his presence surrounding you, although you didn't feel safe at all. It was more than resignation – it was capitulation to fate, to him.

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Notes: I'm sorry if there is a lot of mistakes, I was writing it on my phone which has a polish auto correction, and I do not know how to turn it off :( Thank you so so so much for all your love and support, every time I see a notification I feel so grateful for every one of you! Thank you so much and hopefully see you again! <3

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,,𝐵𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶" 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐼

(Yandere!Silco x Amnesiac!Fem!Reader)

─ ⊹ ⊱ -'♡'- ⊰ ⊹ ─

!TW! FantasyAU! Heavy Yandere Themes, Silco is ooc for sure, vomiting, sick!reader, violence, mention of death, I will tag every chapter seperately! :)

Description: ,, A series of unfortunate events causes you to completely lose your memory. Now, you find yourself thrust into the role of the Duchess of Zaun, married to a man you don’t recognize. But was this ever truly your life? And why does the scent of blood cling to you, no matter where you go? "

Note: english is NOT my first language, I am very much open for critique and suggestions but pls be nice and respectful :c

Also a big ty and ily to @ink-and-dagger because DWM is the best fic on the internet and you should read it immediatelly! They're the main reason for me coming back to writing after YEARS, yes it is that good C: GO READ IT NOW OR REREAD IT IDC

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A violent cough escaped your lips, food remains mixed with blood landed on the undoubtedly expensive silverware before you. A warm hand found its way to your back, moving in soothing circles, while you tried to catch your breath. You frowned at the mess you made, tears slowly clouding your vision.

,,I'm so sorry" you whispered in embarrassment, looking down at your weak, trembling hands.

"Don’t," Silco muttered, his brow furrowed as he wiped your face gently. "I shouldn’t have let you eat at the table. You’re too weak, my love." His tone was firm, but the action was oddly tender. It felt as though you were a child being cared for by a doting mother. But the difference was evident - you were a grown woman, and he was your husband, at least that’s what he told you.

"We're going back to bed now, that's enough stress for you today, beloved," he said without a second's hesitation, immediately picking you up and heading towards the bedroom as you whimpered in his hold. It was the first time Silco had allowed you to be anywhere beyond your bedroom or the bathroom. Sitting at the table, rather than being spoon fed by him while lying in bed felt strangely liberating, a brief moment of freedom you hadn’t realized you craved so much. 

,,It's morning" you were certain he heard your complaints, yet he chose to ignore them as he tucked you under the covers of an annoyingly comfortable bed. You felt like you had explored every nook and cranny of that room a hundred times, and stepping outside of it felt like a trip to an amusement park.

The matress beside you dipped under his weight, while his hand started to softly carress your hair

,,I'll bring you your medicine, you'll feel better then, alright?" his touch traveled over your temple, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear ,, I'll be right next to you, I'll read the reports and you'll fall asleep cuddled up to me, warm and soft" a delicate kiss landed on your head "Just like you used to"

It's been 2 weeks since you woke up. A dense fog shrouded your mind, obscuring everything. Who are you? What is your name? These seemingly simple questions only deepened the ache in your head. The pain had been unbearable then - every little movement was difficult. Your body felt exhausted and weak, as if it was pushing against the limits of its own capabilities.

It felt as though you had been dragged through hell and back—there was no other way to explain the state you were in. For the first few days, you burned with fever, teetering on the edge of consciousness, struggling to hold on to even a fleeting sense of reality.

In those brief moments when you managed to grasp even a sliver of reality around you, there was always that one hand gently touching your forehead, that one voice soothing your nerves, whispering sweet words of comfort.

You felt then as if some higher power took pity on your tormented soul, sending you an angel who became your only anchor in all this madness, his presence was like a silent ray of light piercing through the thick fog of pain. Every time his presence was felt, your whole body seemed to cry out for his touch, as if he was the only cure for the pain, the only being who could heal you. You were sure that if only you could, you would pull him to you, locking him in a strong embrace.

The reality turned out to be much more bitter than you expected.

When you first saw his face, a crushing feeling of terror ran through your body, unable to move on your own, completely at the mercy of this strange man. Your body trembled on its own with his every touch, almost trying desperately to scream for you to run away, the complete opposite of your imaginary savior. 

At first you thought it was just his appearance that made you so terrified, and you couldn't help but feel disgusted with yourself.

Yet despite his terrifying, almost inhuman eye and wounded face, the fear you felt ran deeper. It was some intangible, subconscious force that told you to stay away, as if something in his presence dangerously shook your intuition.

At first glance, you could already tell that he was an extremely elegant and wealthy man. His clothes were woven with gold and silver threads, perfectly fitting his figure, as if it was an indispensable part of him.

You were convinced that this place belonged to him. The opulence and grandeur of this bedroom made you feel almost alien, like you had no right to be there, like all this luxury didn't suit you in any way.

But the way he looked at you made you feel like you were a priceless treasure, a million times more valuable and beautiful than anything he ever owned. Only then did you begin to consider that it was the same person who had been standing by your bed all those days. His face immediately softened when he noticed you were no longer desperately trying to get away from him.

He told you everything, not taking his eyes off your face, as if he was looking for any reaction in it, as if each of your glances could reveal something he hadn't said yet. "I am Silco, Duke of Zaun, you are (Y/N), my only, dearest wife" the way he said it, as if it was a sacred thing, known to the world for centuries. He knelt down in front of your bedside, took your cold hand in his and gave it a kiss that involuntarily made everything inside you instantly quiet, your fear, the trembling of your body, the accelerated heartbeat audible in your ears, and probably your common sense.

A month ago, when your carriage was attacked by his enemies, their goal was him - but fate would have it that he wasn't with you in that moment. Against all odds, despite your wounds, you managed to escape, the only survivor. Amidst the raging storm, you wandered breathlessly through the forest, with every moment your wounds were deepening, and your strength was fading. Surely at some point you had to fall, the doctors said that the wound on the back of your head was critical.

You felt the internal pain that he must have experienced, almost spilling over to you. Every word he spoke carried pain and indescribable sadness, as if what he was telling was not only a story but also a painful memory that would not give him peace.

You sat there, legs pulled up to your chest, heart beating at an accelerated pace. Although you tried to make a sound, the words died in your throat, and the huge lump that was stuck there prevented you from saying anything. Finally, unable to contain your emotions, tears began to flow, silently running down your cheeks. 

The moment he pulled you to him and locked you in a tight embrace you were unable to resist , or tell if his embrace was a gesture of a  savior or the bonds of an executioner. 

You closed your eyes and gave yourself into his hands

You wouldn't get an answer.

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A terrible coldness took over your body, you opened your eyes the moment an icy gust of wind touched your face. You groggily sat up, to your surprise the door to Silco's office was wide open, compared to the darkness of the bedroom, a faint glow of a dancing candle flame was emerging from that room. Your feet touched the cold floorboards, and the sound of your own breathing seemed exaggeratedly loud

And it was only when the door handle was within reach of your hand that you realized you were able to move without Silco's help. Your legs no longer seemed to disobey you, standing no longer made you nauseous, and the inevitable headache disappeared.

The office was shrouded in mist, and its humidity made you slowly squint. The candle flame seemed to shimmer more and more intensely in your eyes, its light reflecting aggressively on the dark walls. Could it be smoke and not mist? Surely such a small candle couldn't do that, a fire had to start somewhere. As soon as that thought crossed your mind, you felt it,

As soon as that thought crossed your mind, you felt it - the sharp smell of burning forcefully entered your lungs. Choking, ragged breaths spasmed from your throat. As you grabbed your neck, and tried to back away to the bedroom, only a blank wall stood where the door had been, as if it had never been there.

"Ṣ̷͇͓͚̓̍a̶̭͒v̷͉̹̦̊̋̿ẻ̷̳ ̵̪͔̭̓̿͑͝ư̸̖ͅs̸̻͚̯͐" a desperate cry echoed in your ears, your eyes wandering around the room in panic. But the blinding glow of the candle flames made everything around them merge into one, as if time and space had ceased to exist.

"I̷͗͐͜t̷̢͇̪͗͆͝'̸̘̟̕s̶͈̘͝ ̶̺̞͈͓͆̒̓͘h̷̜̥̙͚̄͐̏̕ì̷̟̙͇̭̐̑̕s̶̢͖̏ ̶͇͝f̵͓͋ą̸̘͔̤͐̍̌ú̵̹̕l̵̨͎̈́̒̓́t̴͉̬͒̍.̷̡̣̭́.̵̡̯̠̋̓.̸̩̭͍͎̈́͊́͐" screams, sobs, dying breaths, desperate attempts to catch even a moment of respite. In the background, that terrifying, constant sound of burning wood, as if the world was about to fall to pieces.

"Y̴̜̎̔͛͂o̴͔̎ṵ̷̾͆̊̈r̴̟̜͚͂͌͘ ̵̢̖͙̫́̄f̵̰̚a̷͈̽͋̀͝ủ̵͙͑̕l̷̹̳̻͖̈͝ţ̸̐͋"

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~ Beautiful ~ (Quentin Beck x Reader)

(The gif do not belong to me, it belongs to @stream)

Quentin Beck x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst (again)

A/N: It was going to be fluff, but here we go again. Thank you for all your love, I really appreciate it. Remember that requests are open! And also so sorry for all the mistakes, I'm still learning English. And sorry if it's bad, but i really enjoyed writing it.

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"What happened !?"  Quentin shouted frustrated, staring at his co-worker, who nervously tried to find the source of another mistake in the illusion. All drones were weakened, and the illusions they created were not as strong as before.

"Boss, I'm afraid we have too little energy to load drones. I think we should limit its flow to your apartment, so we will save it more"

Quentin shooked his head desperately  and leaned against the nearby wall.

"No, no, no, we do not cut anything, we leave everything as it is, you have to find a different way"

The man  looked irritated at his boss and nervously adjusted his glasses.

"Boss, there is no other way and at this stage where we are now we should forget about everything else and focus on what is the most important: we can not waste energy on some stupidity"

A moment later, one of the drones was near his head and aimed straight at his head.

"Do you still think that  I'm wasting energy on stupidity?" Quentin asked sarcastically with a devilish smirk on his face, staring at the terrified man.

"N-No, of course not, sorry boss"

Beck turned to the confused group of his colleagues who stood at the other end of the room waiting for the events to unfold.

"Does anyone else have any problem?!?" everyone was absolutely quiet "I want to see everything working properly when I come back tomorrow"

Once he wins, he'll get rid of them all.

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Quentin stood in front of the door to his apartment, looking at himself through the screen of his phone. He did not want to look tired, he was so desperate and tried to cover the scratch on his cheek

When he finally decided that he looks like he just came back from work in the office, he opened the door.

The first thing he felt after crossing the threshold of his apartment was one of a kind, so-soothing and well-known smell of the house.

He closed the door behind him, placed a file with "work documents" on the floor and lifted Barbie doll from the floor.

"Daddy!" a little girl with blond hair ran to him and hugged his leg. Quentin smiled and picked her up from the ground, taking her in his arms.

"Hey princess, what were you doing today?" the man asked, kissing the top of the girl's head.

"I was drawing, do you want to see what I drew?" she asked with a sweet voice

"Of course, yes, and were you nice to Mrs. Margot?"

"Daddy, you know that I'm never naughty "

Quentin laughed at that and walked into the living room. On the couch sat a middle-aged woman who at the sight of them got up and smiled.

"Helen and I were having a good time, there was no trouble," the woman said.

"I am very sorry Mrs. Margot, this situation will not happen again, I had an urgent call at work. Thank you for taking care of her"

"That's okay Mr. Beck, I understand perfectly, if you ever need something, remember, I'm upstairs. Goodnight "said the woman, taking her sweater and leaving the apartment.

"Goodbye" the door slammed shut and Quentin looked at the girl in his arms.

"Returning to the drawings"

Helen slipped out of his grip and ran to the table to taking them out of the book.

The man sat on the couch, and the girl began to show him all the drawings

"This is the doggie of this fairy tale that I watched yesterday. This is daisy, here are the roses. Oh, me and you in the supermarket buying tomatoes, I wanted to draw other vegetables but I only had a red crayon"

Quentin laughed and took another drawing his daughter gave him. Two very poorly drawn people were standing in front of a rack with  tomatoes bigger than their heads.

"And that's me, mum and you playing with my dolls" the man looked at the sheet Helen held in her tiny hands.

There were three figures in the drawing, a little girl, a man and a woman. You.

"Mommy even has the blue dress she had at Aunt's wedding. See?"

Quentin smiled sadly, still looking at the drawing in his daughter's hands.

"Yes, I see, Mummy will love this drawing"

"How long will mommy sleep?" Helen asked, giving Beck a piece of paper.

"Mummy is very, very tired and she has to rest for a while. And we do not want to wake her up. So I will enter the room silently and put the picture on the bedside table, and she will see it immediately when she wakes up" the man smiled, the little blonde nodded her head and yawned.

"I'll be right back, put on your pajamas and I'll read you a fairy tale"

He got up from the couch and left the room, then a smile disappeared from his face. When he reached the room at the end of the corridor, he took the key out of his pants pocket and opened them.

He carefully closed the door behind him and looked at you.

You were lying on the bed , your eyes were slightly ajar, but you were not conscious. Everything was done for you by the machine, it was breathing for you, it provided food and water, without this machine your heart would not beat yourself. You were asleep.

Quentin put the drawing on the bedside table, then carefully lay down next to you on the bed, kissed your temple and looked at you.

"Your life is not stupidity"

~~~~

Quentin's new project went badly, very badly.

He was sitting next to the desk, barely moving,  machine decided to turn on the defense mode, and he was trapped.

He had to act quickly but cleverly, otherwise there was no other way for him to get out of here.

However, when he heard the footsteps, his heart sank, and the whole plan in his mind seemed to disappear.

"Quentin, honey, are you there?" your voice, your angelic voice was the last thing he wanted to hear at that moment

"(Y / N) - (Y / N) no! I'm begging you do not come in here !!!"

But it was too late, Beck saw the door to the room open to reveal you, and the machine automatically started shooting dozens of bullets in your direction.

"NO!!!"

Quentin threw himself at the machine when it was firing, and he destroyed it completely.

He turned and saw your body lying on the ground, all bloody with dozens of gunshot frames

With the last of his strength, he ran to you and knelt down. There was no chance that you would survive such a thing.

And yet

Quentin hooked you to the machine of his own project that kept you alive.

You were a plant and your husband knew it, but he told himself that one day you would wake up, get out of this bed and kiss him again.

Of course it was a lie

But it was so beautiful

[mybelovedfleur]

Hey I just wanted to say your writing is beautifully written and amazing and I love it and I hope you’re having a phenomenal day ❤️❤️❤️

Oh God, thank you very very very much. Because of you my day is more than phenomenal, hope that yours is the same ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[mybelovedfleur]

YOU BROKE ME AGAIN AHHHHH Like seriously wow you’re so good at writing that raw emotion and I just...wow

Oops, I did it again. But seriously, thank you very much, that means a lot to me. My English isn't perfect and I'm really glad that you enjoyed my work. And I feel really bad, cause I have another idea for sad one shot with our beloved Mr. Beck. See you soon! 💕

[mybelovedfleur]

~ Truth ~ (Quentin Beck x reader)

(The gif do not belong to me, it belongs to @captainpoe )

Quentin Beck x fem!reader

Genre : Angst

A/N: Hi my sweet little dudes! I hope you will enjoy my new Quentin one shot. Just remember that English isn'tmy native language and I'm still learning. And i want you to know that requests for one shots or imagines or headcanons are open! Anyway, enjoy! ❤️

~~~~

He was so overwhelmed with his work that he did not even notice when you entered the room. You looked at him, he was focused but also nervous. You knew that interrupting Quentin Beck at work was considered dangerous by many, you often saw how he could throw the first things in his associates that fell into his hands. Just a few days ago, you prevented the tragedy at the last minute by snatching the scissors from Quentin's hand, which almost hit the terrified Victoria.

"Quentin enough!"

The man was looking at you as if he was about to shout at you, but after a few seconds he just turned around and went back to work.

You did not wanted to talk to him, so you just ran after Victoria.

You have not spoken to him since then, it was very easy, because he hardly came out of his studio, and you got used to Quentin's lack in your bed.

"Quentin" you said calmly, you saw his hand instinctively grab the next thing lying next to it, but quickly let it open, recognizing your voice.

"Don't you see that I'm a little busy?" he asked ironically, never taking his eyes off the screen of his tablet.

"We have to talk, it can not be like that"

The man finally broke away from the device and looked at you dryly. He got up and walked closer to you

"We're talking right now" he replied ironically, which only made you more angry

"Honey, listen, you're overworked, it's too much for you, you're more aggressive, you can sit all day in the studio, you barely eat, you don't sleep and you do not talk to me. It' s killing you, it can not be that way, I want my fiancé back "after these words you put your hand on his cheek, but he quickly took it off.

"(Y / N) you do not understand, I can't stop working. This is my life now, that's all I have now. Thanks to Mysterio, I feel as if I was born again, as if all my failures were erased and I got a new life! "

"And is there a place for a fiancée in this new life?" You said with tears in your eyes. But he looked at you without emotion, as if he did not care.

"Quentin, I was the happiest woman on Earth when you proposed to me. I thought we would get married, buy a house, and start a family. But two years have passed, and I see my beloved once a day. I really did not want it to happen, but I have no choice but you have to choose either me or Mysterio "

Quentin was shocked, it was obvious, he opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he did not know what.

"(Y / N) stop "

" Do you love me?"

He looked at you and looked like he was waving at the answer. It made you not bear it and you started to cry.

"You do not love me, do you? Quentin, just say that you love me and I will stay, I will forget about everything and it will be like before "

He still looked at you, without any emotions, it just made you start crying even more.

You removed the engagement ring from your finger and threw it in his direction.

"Goodbye"

After these words, you turned around and left the room, wiping your tears, without looking back.

Quentin looked at the gold ring in his hand and then at your picture on his desk.

For now it will be better.

You will be safer without him.

Once he reaches his success he will get you again, but for now the most important thing was your safety.

~~~~

Panic

You completely did not know what was going on, people ran away and pushed you in different directions. You did not know why they were running away, what happened and what made it happen.

You walked quietly through the streets of London talking to your brother on the phone when suddenly black clouds began to appear in the sky, a strong wind rose, and people around panicked.

Your worst fears were confirmed when you saw a big monster in the sky. It was all of the illusion made by your fiancé. You stood in the middle of the street, tossed by the wind, trying to calm your mind, telling yourself that all this is not true, it's just another illusion.

But the huge building collapsing next to you, unfortunately, was not an illusion, but you understood it too late. You tried to run away desperately, but a moment later you were nailed to the ground. The pain was short-lived, because only a moment later there was only darkness and emptiness.

~~~~

That was the end, and Quentin was perfectly aware of it. He layed on the ground, every part of his body screamed in pain. His outfit ceased to work, and the man began to get tired more and more.

With the last of his strength, he touched one of the buttons on his outfit and desperately tried to make it work for one important thing.

A moment later, a video appeared in the center of his helmet. You were lying in bed and reading a book, wearing only his t-shirt. Your hair was a complete mess, and the glasses looked too like too big for you.

"Quentin, stop it!" at first you looked mad, but after a while you started to laugh

"You look cute," said Quentin from the recording

"If you release this recording at our wedding, I can assure you that we will not be married for a long time, come on. Quentin it's not - "

At this point, the video stopped, your smiling face was still in the middle of the helmet, but quickly disappeared, declaring that the outfit had stopped working.

Quentin was no longer in pain, his body was slowly falling into sleep. When his heart stopped beating and the body stopped moving, a gold engagement ring fell out grom Quentin's hand

It is sad

Quentin died with the thought that you are safe

And you died with the thought that he does not love you

And you both will never know the truth

[mybelovedfleur]

THAT QUENTIN FIC WRECKED ME UP SO HARD HOLY SHIT I LOVED IT

Thank you so much. I have an idea for another one shot with Quentin, I hope you will like it too, and don't forget to prepare a pack of tissues! Thank you again! ❤️❤️

[mybelovedfleur]

~A real Hero~ (Quentin Beck x reader)

(The gif do not belong to me, it belongs to @darkslayer0092)

                                  Quentin Beck x fem!reader

Genre: Angst

A/N~ (Ok, so this is my first one shot in english EVER. And I`m so sorry if there are any mistakes, I`m still learning. Anyway, I hope you like it!)

"Mr Beck!" Peter shouted trying to catch up with the man who, hearing Peter, paused and turned to face him, smiled at the sight of him.

"Mr Beck, I'm sorry, but I just wanted to say that ... what you do is really ... wow, I just can not believe that you`re selflessly trying to help after what happened to your family, that you found the strength to help others without even knowing them. You are simply amazing"

Quentin smiled sadly, guilt disappeared as soon as it appeared. Maybe it was all a lie, but at least people have something to believe in, and this kid is a perfect example. Despite the fact that all these events are initiated, false, Peter's words only confirmed him in the belief that this wave of lies, however, seems some fruit.

"Thank you Peter, that means a lot to me"

"You're a real hero, Mr. Beck"

After these words the boy turned away and quickly disappeared into the darkness of the night. But at that moment, something inside Quentin broke. the envelope of lies broke for a moment, and a wave of memories swept over him.

~~~~

"You're a real hero, Mr. Beck!" You said happily as the printer started working again. Quentin looked at you and saw your glowing with happiness eyes and laughed softly.

"You know, repairing a printer is not a heroic act," he said, still looking at you with amusement. "Besides, I think after I saved you from Mr. Stark's anger, we should call each other by name, just Quentin"

" (Y / N)"

~~~~

Everyone got up from their seats and started to clap when you and Quentin cut out the first piece of the wedding cake. You licked your fingers with icing and picked up a plate to put a piece of dessert on it. When you turned to your husband, hem of your large wedding dress got hooked on the table on which the cake was standing, and it started to fall. You watched in horror as Quentin held up a cake with one hand when cake was already close to the ground and almost completely destroyed.

After a few seconds the man put the dessert back on the table, and all the guests began to laugh and clap. You came to him and, laughing, you kissed him tenderly.

"You're a real hero, Quentin"

After these words, Beck looked at you and stroked your cheek.

You laughed and threw your arms around his neck to kiss him again.

~~~~~~

You sat in the bedroom, covered with a blanket, stroking your slightly convex belly. Your husband called you several minutes earlier and the only thing you could hear from his screams was just that he was fired from work. You waited impatiently for him to come back home, you were calm outside, but you were all shaking inside. After you learned that you were pregnant, you gave up your job to calmly endure pregnancy and then give yourself fully to motherhood. Quentin's loss of work was one of the worst scenarios.

You jumped up just when you heard the door to the apartment open and close with a click. You took your blanket off your shoulders and left the room, when you entered the living room you found Quentin nervously pacing the room. As soon as he looked your way, your heart broke. There were tears of anger in his eyes, his fists clenched.

"Oh honey ..."

"He took the job of my life," said Quentin, without taking his eyes off you. "He took everything I've worked so hard on in recent years, and then he fired me!" He just fired me!!!"

"Quentin, please, calm down ... Everything will be fine ..."

"Everything will be fine?!? Everything will be fine?!?! You do not understand! We both do not have a job, a penny by the soul, we do not have moeny to pay bills, we do not have money even for clothes for a child, and you tell me to calm down ?!"

He looked at you with such rage that you thought he was going to hit you in that moment. Je came to you and grabbed your arm in a firm grip.

"I worked so hard to get a bigger payout so that we could move out and give our child a better life" The man tugged your arm like a doll. Then you could not stand it anymore and you started to cry, not out of sadness, but out of fear of your own husband "And what did I get for that ?! What did I get for sleepless nights ?! I was fired, he knew I had a pregnant wife, but he did not even blink when he fired me !!! Where is the justice, honey ?! Where?!"

It seemed to you that you had never cried in your life like that before, his sweet nickname at that moment was the worst curse. The panic attack has so overwhelmed your body that you felt terrible pain. Your stomach hurt so much you started screaming. When you fell to the floor, Quentin seemed to wake up from the trance and quickly found himself beside you.

- (Y-Y / N)? (Y / N), honey, what's happening, please, say something

You only screamed in pain, and tears ran down your cheeks

~~~~

Quentin left his base satisfied with the work his coworkers did. He was so close to his goal, all he had to do was reach. If all goes well, soon all newspapers will only talk about Mysterio, the worthy successor of Iron Man.

When Quentin crossed the threshold of his apartment, he found the same silence as usual. He slowly opened the bedroom door, wanting to see if you were asleep. You were in the same position in which he left you this morning, you lay on your back looking at the ceiling, your face without emotion.

The man looked at you sadly, then his gaze went to the cradle in the corner of the room. It evoked only bad memories, but every time he was tryung to get rid of it, you started to cry.

He sat on the edge of the bed and caught your cold hand in his, he kissed it gently and put it to his cheek. You did not respond. He leaned over you and kissed your forehead.

"Honey, have you heard the news? I am a real hero"