Under the Mask (READ DESC)
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  • Reads 210
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 4
  • Time 26m
Ongoing, First published Mar 22, 2023
A Hanzou x Reader story

Hanzou's house is rather... ...chaotic. Their parents fight all day, depending on if their mother is home. Although being the 'disappointment' in their family, they're actually the most responsible; they take care of their little sister, they do ALL the chores for everyone, and they even make dinner. Though the mother works her job, they always take the money to prevent their father from buying alcohol and to pay the bills. But ever since they started a new school, their life has lifted slightly. Will they finally have a better life with another, or will things remain the same once they believe they found their true love?

!Disclaimer!

THESE CHARACTERS AREN'T MINE!! (Only one is, and that's my OC who will be in this story) This story might have more of Hanzou's Point of view more, since I've already made an Alucard x Reader (which if you haven't read, I would love it if you did ^^ but it's your choice), as well as the excessive amount of lore I have for them.
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" I'm sorry, we're sorry, P.please j.just call me bhai again, I'm not asking you to forgive me , babydove , P.please " He said with glossy eyes , he resembles the 10 years old me begging him to love me like my twin . But these both will have a deep resemblance. The response they'll get is silence. Just silence. Because now , the longing turned into hate , my love now developed into hatred.