My Inner Demons ~ Oneshots & Preferences

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Leif x Depressed/Suicidal! Reader

Relationship: Acquaintances

Setting: Ava's Apartment

Third Person PoV

(Y/n) - Your name

⚠️Trigger Warning: Suicidal Thoughts!⚠️

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        Leif phased around Ava's apartment, slowly making his way to (Y/n)'s bedroom with the intent of killing them. He wasn't expecting to find them sitting up in bed, hugging their knees to their chest. They looked over to him through glossy eyes.

        "You're here to kill me, right?"

        Leif smirked. "Yep!"

        (Y/n) smiled, somewhat sadly. "Okay. I won't stop you..."

        Leif beamed, drawing his weapons and approaching the human. But then he noticed their tear stained face and the scars drawn across the soft skin of their wrists. Their eyes were shut tightly, their face written with sadness. He... strangely enough, didn't want to hurt them.

        "What's the holdup?" They questioned him, quietly, opening their eyes.

        "Why do you look like that?"

        "What do you mean?"

        He sat on the bed beside them, his scythes resting in his lap. "You look... sad. The same way Princess Ava did when she saw those humans at the park."

        (Y/n)'s hands balled into weak fists. "I'm so sick of being shadowed to Ava." They blinked, allowing more tears to spill down their cheeks. "She's my best friend and I love her and everything, but she gets all the attention. And I get... left behind." They rolled down the sleeves of their hoodie, roughly scrubbing at their eyes. "It doesn't really help that all do you guys are trying to court her." (Y/n) looked at Leif through their tears eyes. "I just feel so alone, and useless."

        Something about their words hit really close to home for Leif. He wrapped an arm around their shoulders and pulled them into his chest. The contact only made them cry again, choked sobs escaping their lips as they clung to his shirt. Leif was never the most comforting person, but (Y/n) knew how he had felt before, when he was abandoned. And he felt the need to give them what no one could give him.

        So he pulled them into his lap, one arm hugging their waist and keeping them close, while the other ran through their hair. He let them bury their face against his neck and cry.

        It took a while after that for (Y/n) to stop sobbing, but they felt better in Leif's embrace. And now that the rush of emotions was ending, their fatigue was beginning to catch up to them.

        "Will you stay? F-For the night, I mean..." Their voice was barely above a whisper, their head not moving from his shoulder.

        "...Yeah, I will." (Y/n) smiled to themself before dozing off in the Daemos' arms. Leif leaned back on their bed, (Y/n)'s smaller body laying on top of his.

        He smiled, slightly, examining their peaceful, sleeping form. "I won't leave you, (Y/n)." His fingers raked through their hair, soothingly. "I felt alone once too..." He thought of that time of his life. He had been weak and vulnerable as well. It would have been nice to have someone else with him. "But I promise you don't have to be."