A/n This is literally all of them. Again, they're not finished and I don't really think they ever will be. If you have ideas or speculations feel free to comment about them. 💕

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You sat tapping your fingers at the wooden desk you always sat at staring aimlessly out the large window in your rather small room. Your (e/c) eyes fixated on the people who walked past with an intent stare directed on their faces.

Yours, was covered by a porcelain mask. The only thing that could be seen through it was your eyes.

You heard the door behind you click before swinging open.

"I'm back, my love." You heard a familiar cold voice say. You didn't bother to look. "I've got new photos as well." The male muttered coming towards you from behind.

You glanced. "Oh?" You said, finally showing some interest.

The male who called you his love was named Reid. Doctor Reid. He was the man who your family hired to fix your face.

At first he was like your average doctor who suggest things like creams and plastic surgery.

However... the longer time went on the closer you got with Reid... and the more illegal things became.

He placed a stack of photos on the desk next to you. "Take a look."

You looked over, the mask making your face expressionless. You grabbed the photo on the top, flipping it over and finding a young woman smiling at the camera.

You flipped the next over. And the next one. You continued until all the pictures were scattered about the desk.

The woman were all shown to have a verity of different faces. Some more beautiful and some more plain. However, they were all attractive.

"Well?" Reid asked, his voice always sounding so stoic.

You stood up and in one sweep of your hands, you shoved them off the desk. They scattered around and eventually settled to the floor.

"I hate all of them!!" You yelled, your voice full of anger. "They're all ugly!" You spat.

Reid didn't react and simply watched with an expressionless face. "What a shame... I was hoping you'd like one of them." He reached a hand out and gently ran his fingers alone the mask. "Though... I suppose you would want to find the right one... it will be your new face after all."

You slapped his hand away. "I won't ever find one at this rate!"

Reid suddenly grabbed your waist, pulling you into his chest. You yelped and looked up at him.

"Now, now don't fuss so much..." he hummed, grabbed ahold of the mask. You attempted to jerk away but he quickly pulled it off your face. You tilted your head away from him, trying to hide your face.

"If you ask me... I like the way your face is now." He grabbed your cheeks and tilted it back towards him.

You glared at him. Your face...

Your face was the one thing in this world you hated more than anything else. You hating it more than you hated living. You hated it. You hated it!!!

After a terrible accident from a car wreck it sparked a fire. You don't remember much of it other than waking up and feeling a burning pain in your face. It was nothing like you've ever felt before... it felt like someone poured acid on your face! You could remember the feeling of your skin melting off as you screamed in agony.

And later when you looked in the mirror you saw your flesh, bloodied and red, the fire creating a nasty scar on a little more than half your face.

It left you bitter.

You hated it.

But Reid touched your face so lovingly.

"Let me GO!" You demanded, struggling against his grasp. He sighed.

"You're also so disobedient." He mumbled, giving you a disapproving look. "At the very least give me a kiss for my efforts."

You stared at him. He was a very attractive man. While admittedly he was rather older than you he was still one of the most attractive men you've seen. You could never understand what he was so attracted to when it came to you.

Although you struggled he pulled his lips to your scarred ones. You clutched onto his coat and melted slightly into the kiss, a part of you still craving affection. He pulled away slightly, noticing you relaxing.

He pulled you towards to the mirror, making you yelp.

"N-No!!"

You tilted your head away, not wanting to see yourself, but he grabbed your hair and forced your head to face it. You were forced to look at yourself. Your eyes locking with your own.

"Look at you..." he mumbled against your ear. You tensed. "You're so beautiful. I truly don't want to change your lovely face." His lips brushed against the scarring of your cheeks.

You grit your teeth. "I'm not paying you to coddle me!!!" You hissed. "Now let me go!" You contorted you're body, attempting to get out of his grasp.

He sighed and let go of you. You immediately turned and slapped the male across the face. He didn't react, his head tilted to the side and his bangs covering his eyes.

You grabbed your mask and quickly slipped it back over your face.

This was the relationship you had. Your life wasn't the same after you met Reid.

You remember it well.

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You stared blankly at the man in-front of you. You were currently sitting up in your bed with a mask you had just gotten resting on your face.

"This is doctor Reid." Your mother said with a pleasant smile on her face that could barely see. "He's going to help you with your... deformity."

You didn't stop staring at him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you (Y/n)." He said in a professional tone. His face held no smile.

"I know he's rather young looking..." you father said. "But the doctors assured us he was the best."

His cold gaze made you feel intimidated. He closed his eyes for a moment. "Please, leave." He said to the parents.

They nodded and left your room, leaving you alone with this strange man without hesitation.

You analyzed him. He was tall and rather lean. His gaze was that of crimson and his hair was a black, tinted a bit purple in the light.

He sat down on the chair next to your bed. "(Y/n)..." he said in a calm voice. "Please take off your mask so I may see it."

"No." You quickly said. "Aren't there photos you can look at instead?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly. "It would be much better if I could see it in person." He said.

You looked away from him, staring at your hands. "No..." you muttered.

"Trust me there is nothing I haven't seen." He stood up making you flinch. "So please take it off."

"I said You yelled. Reid fell silent.

It was true, ever since it happened you've had a foul temper. A part of it was because you felt lost and missed never having to worry about people looking at you. A regular girl would only have to worry about rough skin or maybe even a crooked nose.

You... didn't have that luxury anymore. You clenched your hands. Ugly. That was all you thought about.

"(Y/n)..." you heard Reids stern voice say. It was strange to hear that tone as you were used to the soft cooing of nurses and other doctors. "Take it off or I'll be forced to remove it for you."

You were silent for a moment as if considering his demand. You glared. "Fine..." your voice finally softened a bit. "But don't stare."

Your hand slowly reached up and grabbed ahold of the porcelain mask. You felt a little embarrassed about doing so in front of such a beautiful man... but you supposed it was the only way to get your face back.

You pulled it off and slowly turned your face towards him.

His eyes widened. It was only for a split second and you were barely sure you even truly say it at all.

He looked upon your face so intently, his eyes following the ridges and red marks in your skin that the scarring made. While his face was expressionless, his eyes seemed to be so entranced.

"It's ugly." You said. "I told you not to stare."

He ignored your remark and leaned over closer to your face. He reached a hand up, up to your cheek making you flinch. His fingertips lightly ran along the side of your face.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"I can barely feel it anymore." You replied, though feeling the comforting cold of his fingertips up against your face made you relax slightly.

"I see." He pulled his hand away and stood to his full height.

"I've got two main options for you." He said. "Plastic surgery.... and medication."

You glared at the floor and grabbed your mask, slipping it back over your face. "Those are both slow though... aren't they?" You asked. "I don't want to wait for that... I want it fixed sooner!"

Reid narrowed his eyes slightly at you. When he took this case he wasn't expecting such a bratty college student with a foul temper. But...

Regarding your face he saw a lot of potential. True, it was horribly scarred but you still had a nice shape to your face still left. The fire mostly tore through just your skin, not deep enough to do structure deformity.

"Well... that's all I can offer you for now." He said, walking over and opens the door for your parents to come back in.

You were going to ask what he had meant but for whatever reason you felt as if there were things you shouldn't.

Soon after your first meeting with Doctor Reid you met with him nearly every day. He first put you on medicine that made you feel rather anxious.

-end 🧍‍♀️ sorry lol. -

Soft humming from a voice that was unfamiliar to you slowly brought you to your senses. A clicking clock ticked quietly. You couldn't remember what was going on...

You couldn't your arms and felt something wrapped tightly around your waist. You struggled to open your eyes— your head was throbbing.

You were met with the color white, clashing against the very dark room. You perked up a bit, noticing you were sitting in a fancy chair with a beautiful white dress on. You pushed your head up- seeing a table in front of you with only a measly candle light flickering in the darkness. You tugged at your wrists- but they were tired behind you, against the chairs back. The chair didn't have any arms either— but it was comfortable and was, from what you could tell, expensive looking.

"W-what's going on?!" You frantically asked, looking around the room trying to find the source of that humming. The only thing you saw, however, was darkness.

The humming stopped as soon as those words escaped your mouth. The room was filled with the sounds of the clock ticking.

For a moment everything was so quiet.

Footsteps against carpeted wood broke the silence as you could tell they made their way towards you. You squinted against the darkness and saw a figure emerging from beside the table. The candle light began to reveal a man- clearly in his early twenties (like you) dressed in all black. His hair was black and his eyes were as dark as night which contrasted against his milky white complexion. There was no color to his face at all... he looked almost ghostly.

"...W-who are you?" You asked when he stopped at the edge of the table. The table was rather far away from you so when he stood at the end he was still a few feet away from you.

He smiled at you. "I'm glad you're awake." He said in a voice that was so soft yet cold. "I was worried I hit you too hard."

You stared at him. Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest. "Who are you? Why am I here?" You asked again, trying to sound brave. You struggled to keep your voice from quivering.

He tilted his head a bit at you, his smile dropping to a blank look. "You mean you don't remember? It's me... Masumi." He got up and came closer to you. Your breath hitched as he got right in front of your face— his black eyes staring into your soul.

"I visited you in our dreams last night." He said in a flat tone. "You told me to come get you. You said we were soulmates."

You scanned his face a bit for any emotion, but saw he was being serious. "I... I don't know what you're talking about. I've never seen you before I swear!" You admitted.

He slowly stood back up to his full height, a small smile crossing his lips as he glanced to the right of him. "I told you she wouldn't remember me..." he muttered.

You looked in the direction he was speaking to— but saw no one was there.

"She must not be my soulmate after all." He suddenly pulled a gun from his back pocket, aiming it straight at your head.

You let out a surprised gasp and stared down the barrel, too afraid to say anything. Your entire body trembled, thinking this was how it was all going to end.

"Hm? Are you sure?" He slowly moved the gun down to the floor, your eyes following it closely. "She's the right one?" He glanced at you before looking back into the darkness. He was quiet as if he was listening to someone speak— but you only heard the clock.

He set the gun down on the table and came towards you. He bent down a bit and gripped your cheeks with both his hands, tilting your head up. "If you say so..." he muttered, clearly not speaking to you even though he stared at you. You trembled under his touch as his face came closer to yours— what was he-?!

Masumi's freezing lips pressed against yours. You froze— your face turning red mostly due to the shock. He held you close for a few moments before pulling away, opening his eyes and giving you a smile.

"Even if you aren't my soulmate it doesn't matter... I'm already attracted to you." He mumbled with a half lidded look on his face. His thumb gently caressed your cheek as you stared back at him.

What the hell? He's crazy!!! It was bad enough getting kidnapped— but by someone as delusional as him? How were you going to get out of this?!

He opened his mouth to say something but a shrill scream coming from the dark cut him off. You practically jumped out of your skin and ripped your head out of his hands. He slowly pulled away from you— almost looking a little annoyed. "Ohh... right. I forgot about her."

You watched as he walked off and disappeared behind the veil of black. You could hear frantic screaming and the sound of wood being dragged along the carpeted floor. From the other side of the table appeared Masumi in the candle light, dragging a chair with a woman you recognized tired up. It was your roommate— Rika!

Her chair wasn't as fancy as yours was... it was clearly old and she was blindfolded— her wrists were even turning purple because of how tightly she was bound to the arms of the chair. You also noticed blood was coming from her mouth and a few of her teeth were missing— almost as if she was hit in the mouth. Her nose was bleeding as well.

"I found this woman in your house..." Masumi said, looking at Rika with a sort of disgusted look. "But don't worry." He looked at you and immediately smiled. "She can't hurt you now."

"W-What?" You questioned frantically. "No- Rika would never hurt me! She's my roommate- just- please let her go!" You said, glancing between him and poor Rika. What the hell did he do to her?! She wasn't say anything at all...

He stared at you blankly- as if barely understanding what you said. "Ah!" A sort of panicked look crossed his face. "Are you worried I'd choose her over you?" He questioned- quickly coming to your side- grabbing the gun off the table as he did.

He suddenly sat on your lap- his legs hanging over the side of the chair and his arm wrapping around your neck to keep himself up "I swear I'm already attached to you!" He said with a sort of childish pouty look on his face.

Your whole body tensed up- feeling rather confused and uncomfortable by how close he was. "I..." you didn't quite understand his logic but nodded your head anyways. "Yes... so just let her go! Please..." you looked up at him with tearful eyes.

He smirked. "I'll do you one better." He replied- turning away from you and aiming his gun right at Rika. Before you could even react an ear numbingly loud "BANG!" filled the room.

He shot her in the head. She let out a gasp— her head tilting back from the impact before tipping over forward— blood poured from her head. She was clearly dead.

You screamed in horror, your eyes locking on her bloody corpse as you struggled to catch your breath. "Rika!!!" You yelled in a futile attempt— praying she'd move.

"There we go!" The male hummed happily, ignoring your screams. "Problem solved." He turned back to you and moved to sit with his legs on either side of the chair so that he was facing you. His body was so close to yours yet he still felt cold.

You struggled against your binds and turned your head away from him as tears fell from your eyes. "No- no! Why would you do that?!" You cried.

He seemed unfazed by your tears and tossed his gun to the side. He was softly humming as he cupped your cheeks and turned your face back towards him. "Oh.. don't you worry, I won't get caught~." He cooed with a gentle smile on his lips. "I know how to hide a body well."

You couldn't understand him!! He said this as if that's why you were crying. Was that what he really thought? You were worried he'd get caught?!

—end—

Isagi saw you almost every week. He worked at a little cafe type shop that sold small deserts and sweet drinks. You were a regular, among several others.

However, despite this he was still rather interested in the little (h/c) haired girl. You never made eye contact and always stared at the floor, your voice barely reaching higher than a whisper.

Isagi was rather intrigued by your behavior. While under normal circumstances that may sound like a cheesy romance— in this case it was anything but.

He was not your typical man. During the day he was a pretty face serving teas and cakes. But at night he was a blood hungry lustful demon who was most certainly not romantic.

In other words, fucking people to death was what he did. A rather gruesome way to put it but it was how he survived.

Isagi has been called everything you can think of. A monster, demon, shinigami even... but he didn't care. Humans were nothing more than live stock to him. He was above them.

And you were none the wiser. If you had known this lust hungry incubus was more than curious about you- you would've never come to that coffee shop again.

A ring of a bell brought the male from his thoughts. He looked up and quickly smiled sweetly at the woman walking up to him.

The girl was clearly collage age, rather basic looking, and nothing interesting to him. However, he was rather surprised to see you following behind her.

"Welcome ladies. What can I get you?" He asked in a sweet voice that dripped with honey.

"Umm I'll have the most expensive thing you have!" The woman said with a sly smirk on her face, her eyes trailing all of Isagi.

He ignored her and his eyes simply turned to you, the one next to her staring at the ground as you usually did. "And you?" He asked.

You hesitated, and still refused to make eye contact. "I-I..." you glanced at the small wallet in your hands before back at the floor "I don't want... anything... thanks." You mumbled.

He was surprised hearing this. You always got something- even more than what you should get! "Not even a (Favorite/drink)?" He asked.

Your eyes widened and you looked up at him in surprise. H-he remembered what you liked? You looked back away from him and shook your head. "N-no I'm fine..." you mumbled.