Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[51] monsters.

Hi, how is everyone doing today?

This chapter was requested by SenkusWifey0942
I had difficulties writing this because.., I keep distracted on how Fugo and [y/n] feels. I also got sidetracked and kinda made both of them went through the 'episode', I'm so sorry. And sorry for the lack of Purple Haze.

So, here I put the TRIGGER WARNING. 
Mention of the murder of a child, suicide, PTSD.
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The sky was red, ravens were cawing, there you stood, dreading. From the gap between your fingers, as your eyes struck wide, lies a horrible scene. The cold wind whirls, and when the thick scent brushes over your nose, it made you shivered. 

Run.

Run.

Run.

Run.

Run!

"Fugo, you come at the right time!"

"Yes?" Fugo raised a brow as he set aside the wet umbrella. He just got home from daily patrol when Mista yelled in panic. Before he can question any further, Mista said again.

"[y/n]," said Mista, in a way it made Fugo tensed up. The name that's enough to make both of them in distraught. "She ran away during the mission, and now she's locking herself in her room. I tried to get in, but she's screaming."

"What happened in the mission?" Fugo held his breath without realizing it. Dozens of scenario playing one after another inside his brain, but there must be only one thing happened.

"I'm sorry, I don't know this could happen," Mista said, looking down, not able to face Fugo. "She had to kill a child."

"Why did you let her to that?!" Mista flinched hard when Fugo grab him by the shoulders.

"We had to part way, sorry!"

"Goddammit, Mista!" Fugo roared over, pushing Mista to the side as he marched to the second floor. The poor gunslinger had to gulped the bitter taste of guilty.

Curled up on the floor by hugging your knees, you try to diffuse the unending sobbing and hiccuping. Headache eventually lingers still, making your tears keep streaming down. Terrifyingly, it wasn't the only pain you're having. You feel like burning. In the deepest and hottest hell that possibly exists.

The scene's repeating itself over and over. The old one, the newest one, everything that ever happened to you. Sickening. It's the only word you can probably say to describe yourself.

There's no hope anymore. You won't be saved. No one will hold you close anymore. You did cruel things and deserve punishment for your sin. A sinner. That's who you are. You're all al-

"[y/n]?! [y/n]! You can hear me, right?" The poor door's shaking from the force of Fugo. He's knocking on the door, vigorously, in pure fear and panic. If other's seeing that, they probably thought he's angry when he's not. But not you. You can hear him loud and clear. The hint in is voice, you know. And yet.

"No! No! No! No! No! Go away! Stay away from me!"

"[y/n], please, open the door! [y/n]!"

Both were egoist, stubborn, longing. You were wailing in denial while Fugo was pleading brokenheartedly. They were loud to the point no one dared to come near. When the salvation seemed impossible, the one who hasn't give up will find its way.

A very low growling whispered closely to your ear. From the very corner of your eyes, there you see Purple Haze squatting. The moment his vision caught your face, he roared. Purple Haze grabbed you by the waist, holding you high before finally let you fall into his embrace. It was as quick as an explosion that you had no time to react. It doesn't mean you'll stop crying, though.

"Oh, God, [y/n]! Is that Purple Haze? No! Come back, Purple Haze! Come back!" Fugo almost lost all his voice, getting hoarser every time he speaks. And now he feels like his heart just dropped to the floor when he clearly heard his stand was inside. Repeat, a very deadly stand.

How hurt must Fugo feel right now that Purple Haze had to jump out without him knowing it? You sobbed quietly into Purple Haze. How awful.

Fugo fell on his knees, not knowing his tears also falling at the same time. Fingers scratching on the door, he can't hear anything behind the door. Parted lips, heavy breathing, he can't stop thinking the worst scenario. He can feel that Purple Haze is still inside and how your voices are gone. And how can that happen other than Purple Haze.., killed you?

"Oh, no.., please..," he choked on his throat, slowly losing his mind as his body refused to move. If that did happen, he might as well kill himself right here right now. How pathetic.

The sound of the key's clacking made him flinched. He raised his head, body pushed to the back as you were jumping down on him.

"Fugo, Fugo, Fugo, Fugo, Fugo, Fugo, Fugo, Fugo-"

"[y/n]?" Fugo's eyes widen as his hands quick to wrap around you, on your back and your head. Pulling you closer that he can't breathe himself. Then Purple Haze came, also giving a hug. The whole thing made Fugo laugh like he's mad. Surely, Purple Haze is still part of him that doesn't want to lose you too.

"I'm so sorry, Fugo," you broke the hug, showing him what a mess you've become. "I-I did it again. I'm a monster. I never changed. Do you.., do you still like me? Please say you still love me..."

"Shh, you're not a monster. You're the person I love with all my life," whispered him into your ear as he's stroking your back and smelling your hair. Just to make sure you're real and not him hallucinating. "You're you, my love."

"But I-" Your words interrupted by a quick kiss from him. He smiled, wiping away your tears.

"No, [y/n]. If you're a monster, then what am I? I'm the real monster. I killed more than you. I killed them in the worst way possible. Purple Haze and me, are monsters in one."

"How dare you said that! You're not a monster! Purple Haze is kind! Look, he's still hugging me! He took care of me when I pushed you away!"

"What would that makes us, [y/n]?"

"That's.., I don't know..."

"Is that even matters anymore?" Fugo smiled, sweet and gentle. His eyes locked onto yours as he leans in for your lips. "As long as we have each other, we could be anything. Even if we have to be a pair of monsters."