Diabolik Lovers x Reader (Requests OPEN)

Broken (Carla Tsukinami x Broken Reader)

Requested by: @Laurelianna

TW: Mentions of torture and violence

It was the little things that Carla found himself missing: your small laughs that would reverberate off the walls, the slight tilt of your lips, and the way that your eyes would light up whenever you saw him. However, all of that was wiped away after that one fateful day...

It had taken you months to be able to make Carla relax his guard around you before you had finally found a small window of time to escape. The man had barely caught you before you were actually able to do so. The last emotion that he had seen on your face was that of pure fear as he tugged you into the direction of the room that held all of the torture items.

Hours passed by before he was able to keep his composure. He wasn't entirely sure when your shrieks of pain finally ended, but the effect of the torture was already evident. As soon as he had released you, you had tumbled onto the floor like a rag doll. Your emotionless eyes stared up at the ceiling as Carla poked you in the ribs with his shoe and ordered you to get up.

In the end, he had to pick you up bridal-style and carry you into the room that you both shared.

"(Y/n), are you going to make any reaction?" he questioned, eyes moving over your battered body. A few seconds of silence passed before he sighed and murmured, "No? How pathetic..."

Taking pity over you, he had cleaned your wounds and bound them up. The man stood at the doorway, arms folded and astute golden eyes trained on your unmoving body. Your slow heartbeats were the only indicators that you had not died already. Carla shook his head in disapproval and told himself that you would be back to your older self by the next day.

Much to Carla's distate however, you were still a shell of a person. He had tried nearly everything to get you to react, whether it be positively or negatively. However, all of his efforts were in vain.

A few weeks passed before Carla had finally endured enough of your silence. He missed everything that your older self was. No matter what he did to you, you would always look at him with gentleness and love. Now, you stared at him without seeing anything.

"Are you going to say anything yet?" Carla asked, getting up from his seat to stand in front of you. When he received no reaction, he quickly grabbed your bandaged neck and squeezed. Your body no longer winced with pain, which only annoyed the man further. "Come on. We're going somewhere."

Carla gathered you up in his arms before making his way to the planned spot. He made a grand gesture of letting you see the snarling wolves and finally giving you the ultimatum.

"If you give me any sort of reaction, I will save you from their teeth. Just one little sound and I'll take you back inside. We can go about our day and we won't have to worry about whether or not you will be able to survive a wolf attack," he simply said as he lowered you to the ground. Your legs refused to hold you up and you fell to your knees in the dirt. "If you do not, you're useless to me and the wolves will be free to do with you as they like."

Carla observed your vacant expression and after a tense minute, he picked you back up and tossed you down in front of the wolves this time. His eyebrows drew together as he made sure to keep close to the scene, not wanting you to actually get mauled. His only motive behind this was to get any sort of reaction out of you. It took a few seconds before you were even able to comprehend what you were seeing in front of you.

The wolves bared their teeth at you, brandishing their fangs that could rip you apart in mere seconds. Carla watched close by as your eyes closed and a single tear fell from your eye and rolled down your cheek. As soon as the first tear was shed, the dam was broken. Before he knew it, you were sobbing.

Never in all of the months that you had been with him had you ever cried. Carla quickly moved forward to wrap his arms around you and lift you back up into his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you cried. He hated it, but he found himself trying to comfort you. How could you, a little human, elicit such a response from him..?

It was with a sinking heart that Carla realized that he had fallen in love with you.

As soon as your sobs had died down, you reverted back to your numb and cold exterior. However, this seemed to content Carla. You had finally made a response to something, so there was hope. There was always a possibility that he could get your old self back one day...