One shots (Character X Fem.Reader)

三十一

(Y/n) POV: 

I looked at Kieran in surprise. What was he doing here? But, in this situation, I quickly yanked my hand out of Hearthe's grip, and ran to hide behind Kieran. Kieran smiles at me reassuringly.

Kieran then glares at Hearthe, while Hearthe does the same. "Come here (Y/n)." Hearthe calls out to me in a low growl. Kieran stands still, glaring at Hearthe.

"Don't you understand bastard? She wants you to stay away, so stay away." Kieran says. Hearthe stands still, unaffected by Kieran's words. "What does she have to do with you? She's my girlfriend." Hearthe smirks.

Kieran just smiles calmly. "But your girlfriend doesn't wanna be near you right now." He says, mockingly. It seems like Kieran snaped Hearthe's line, because Hearthe pulls out a fist, ready to punch Kieran.

That only ended up with the punch being deflected, as Hearthe screamed in agony, as Kieran twists Hearthe's wrist. It was until we all heard a loud, satisfying pop, did he let go. "Fuck! Argh!" Hearthe swears.

"Scram. If I see you near (Y/n) one more time, it won't just be one wrist." Kieran threatens. I sigh in relief, as Hearthe scrambled away, only to glare at us one more time, before disappearing throughout our sights.

"T-thanks." I said, smiling at Kieran. He brushes it off like it was nothing. "Oh, that was nothing. I was just doing it for someone I love." He said. I paused. "Love?" I questioned. "As a friend?" I uneasily asked.

He shakes his head. "No (Y/n), I love you more than a friend could ever. Please be my girlfriend. I promise to treat you than that bastard could." He smiles hopefully. "I...maybe...I'll think about it." I said, hesitantly. 

Will I really be able to give him a chance? I mean, that would be pretty awkward, since we are best friends. I said yes, hoping maybe it'll take my mind off Hearthe.

The next few days, were the best. Kieran would treat me like a literal goddamn queen, and always cared for my needs. He didn't force me to do anything, which I realized that at some points, Hearthe was being pretty toxic towards me.

We were in an official relationship, as now, I truly loved him, like he loved me. But at some parts of the relationship, made me uncomfortable. He started slowly being more like Hearthe.

He would often stick really close to me, and always call or text me. My phone would always blow up, because of the many texts he sent me. And at often times, he would know where I was, without me telling him.

Was it wrong to think this was getting a little weird?...but what if he did it out of safety? What if he was scared that Hearthe was going to come back, and hurt me in some way? I uneasily swallowed, and walked home.

At some point where I was walking, I bumped into someone. "Oops-sorry" "(Y/n)?" A familiar voice calls out to me, which gave me the shivers.

"H-Hearthe..." I said, quietly. "Suddenly, he grabs ahold of my shoulders. I flinch, thinking he would do something to me. "(Y/n), you have to listen to me!" He shouts. I tilted my neck. What was this?

"Please, don't trust Kieran. He was the one that plotted the break up between us! You have to be careful around him! My personality all changed, because I was scared of what you thought of me, and he used that to his advantage!" He panickingly said. 

"What? What are you talking about Hearthe?" I asked, currently now knowing what he was talking about. "Please, just don't go near him anymore! Please!" He whimpers.

I take a deep breathe. "Alright, I'll try to end my relationship with him slowly." But things didn't go as planned.

A few days later, I was walking around the house, when I suddenly felt hungry. At the same exact time, Kieran cooked me some type of meat. That made me very happy.

I didn't think so much of the taste, even though it was strange tasting. "Hey, what meat did you put in here?" I asked, munching on the meat. 

"Do you really want to know?" He asks, teasingly. I nodded my heard. "Well, it was made of someone named...Hearthe." My heart dropped, as so did my fork. This dish was made of...him? 

I quickly opened the fridge, checking to see if there was remainders. I screamed, at the sight I saw. A decapitated human head. "No, no, no...this can't be real...right?" I questioned myself. 

A pai of strong arms, lift me off the kitchen tiles, and into our bedroom. "W-why did you do this...why?" I whispered quietly. 

"It was all for you sweets. Everything is for you." 

LA FIN