Fairytail x Reader Lemons + Fluff

Jackal (angst)

Words cannot describe how much i wanted to do this with Michael Myers

Warnings: choking, angst, toxic relationships, abuse, murder, Name calling, break-ups, death

       His hand tightened around your throat, the edges of your vision turning white. Too tight. "Jackal!" You yelped out, using the rest of your strength to reach up and grab ahold of his wrist.
       He didn't flinch, like most people would, he never did. Instead he looked up at you, rather slowly. His hands letting go as you fell to the ground, rubbing the already bruising ring around your neck while you gasped for air.
      You loved him. Since the start. There was something about this man that captured your every thought. He had you in the palm of his hands and he knew that. So why'd he take advantage of such a thing?
     You loved him even after he revealed his true colors. Yelling at you about how you shouldn't have come to him at such a time, witnessing a secret.
       At that moment his hands were wrapped around another woman's neck, you witnessed her hand reach out to you and drop back down to her side when the light left her eyes.
     Still, you loved him. Through all the forgotten birthdays, the missed dates, the empty apologies he gave. So why did you miss him when you were laying in bed, cuddling a pillow because he wasn't there.
      You still loved him when he hit you, hands leaving welts and bruises in their wake. You still wanted him after all the words were said and done. In the nights where your body was sore from abuse you wanted him there to fix it.
      All those days your mother begged you to let him go, collapsing at your feet and sobbing after seeing the blunt marks on your body. You tried to stay smiling, besides when you laid in bed, staring at the ceiling and your mind wandering back to all the awful ways he's treated you.

      "This has to end," You sobbed, eyes glancing up at him with raw fear. "I want it to be over." You cried, hands furiously wiping off the tears on your face. "Then go," He groaned, "You're a needy bitch, I don't need you." Your bottom lip quivered, and you wanted so desperately to stay behind and apologize profusely. You decided against it, and quickly got up and ran out the door before he changed his mind.

     That night, for the first time, Jackal dreamt of you, and the way you'd light up his house. The way you covered the bruises he now regretted giving to you with cheap foundations and things. The way you kissed him on his nose and listened to his stories after a day of murdering.

     You did not give him another chance, and he knew he didn't deserve one.

DO NOT BE TOXIC

IF YOU'RE IN A TOXIC RELATIONSHIP SEEK HELP IMMEDIATELY.

HAVE A GOOD DAY.