Context: Marrying a time traveler has its ups and downs. You knew that when he proposed, all those years ago. Of course, back then, he was a different man. Bright, funny, and quite loving. Now, he is still loving, but he's also angry at a world that nearly took you from him. Each fight is more explosive than the last. This time, you're not even sure if the man you fell for is still there or not...

Setting: The city/home

Tags:[M4A][Yandere Time Traveler Husband Speaker][Scared Somewhat Willing Partner Listener][Post-Fight][Unhinged]to[Reverse Comfort][Hard Angst][Cuddles][Light Psychological Horror][TW: Mention of Bodily Harm/Amputation]

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[Scene opens on the streets of an unknown city]

...I’ve ruined everything.

[SFX: A man walking through some light rain]

[A tired-looking gentleman carries several bags of groceries in a light rain, lost in his own misery]

Why? Why did I break down like that? They’re so fragile already since they lost part of their leg. Their wheelchair tipped over because YOU didn’t install the rails so they could get out to the garden, Anton, you FUCKING fool!

[SFX: A crosswalk button being pressed/general city ambiance]

...You made them cry.

[...]

Don’t put all of it on me, asshole. WE made them cry…

[SFX: The crosswalk changing/people walking]

...Keep it together.

[SFX: More walking]

You’ve saved this before. You’re a damned pro at pulling this marriage back from the brink of destruction! You got all the ingredients for their favorite dishes, all their favored brands, and you picked up that necklace they’ve wanted for years, now. You can save this. WE can save this!

[SFX: And yet, more walking, until the chaos of the city fades more into light suburban ambience]

Just make it right, Anton… They’ll forgive you… You’ll see the doctor next week about the… problem… It’ll all be OK.

[SFX: Him approaching the flat/keys jingling]

Keys… keys… Aha! There we are… OK… Here we go.

[He takes a deep breath and then, finally, steps inside]

[SFX: The front door opening and closing]

“Sweetie…?”

[...]

“Honey, it’s… it’s me… I’m home.”

[He’s greeted with silence and lets out a worried whimper]

[SFX: The Speaker beginning to walk]

“...Will you come out and talk to me, please? I’m not in my, ah… ‘bad mode’, OK? This is Anton, talking to the love of his life… OK? No bad mode.”

[...]

“...OK… You’re still spooked. I get it. I acted out… I have groceries, alright? I’m gonna put them away in the kitchen… Then, we’ll sit down and talk, OK? I don’t want this unpleasantness to linger for us…”

[SFX: A faint wheelchair squeak]

[You hear him perk and freeze as he marches your way]

“Darling?!”

[P-Pause <3]

[He rounds the corner and you greet him from the kitchen]

“...There you are… I was worried you’d ventured off…”

[Pause…]

[Your husband hesitates, pained]

“I… I brought ingredients to make your favorite dishes, lovely… Would you like that? Oh, and I brought a most special gift! S-So you know how much I…”

[He seems to spin out and lose any fire]

“...I’ll put the groceries away…”

[SFX: Him putting the groceries away]

[You can do little else but watch him tuck things away where they’ll fit. Eventually, he sits down by you silently, eyes down]

“...May I sit next to you, love…? Please…?”

[...Pause]

“...Oh, my little Bluejay… I scared you again, didn’t I?”

[Pause <3]

[He leans over to kiss your cheek and you flinch before you can stop it. He pauses, voice heartbroken]

“I can’t even kiss your cheek without you flinching… Darling, please, you don’t have to fake being happy with me right now. You know that I mean no harm when I have my outbursts… Right?”

[Pause <3]

“...Stop. You aren’t alright, no matter what you say. Do not lie to me.”

[...]

[He puts his head in his hands, shoulders shaking]

“...You hate me… don’t you…?”

[...Pause…]

“No, no! Do not do that, do not throw yourself on a sword of pity for my sake!”

[Pause!]

[He freezes, gawping silently for a moment before he turns away]

“...I nearly did it again… Jesus Christ…”

[P-Pause…?]

[He looks at you, incredulous and agonized]

“...How can you ask me if I hate you…? You are my everything!”

[. . . ]

[He rests his head in his hands, trembling]

“I’m so sorry ...I don’t know what’s wrong with me… It feels like little buggies are eating my brain, day by day… But then I look at you and I just… smile…”

[He lets out a weak laugh, eyes glassy]

“...Am I a bad person, my love…?”

[. . .]

“Does caging you up in our home because I want to protect you from the world make me a bad person…?”

[. . . .]

[His quiet laughter turns to much less quiet sobbing]

“...Please, tell me I’m good… Please lie to me and tell me you love me, still…”

[...]

[Pause.]

[His breath shudders as he rests his head on your lap]

“Shh, I know… You always get so embarrassed when I lie on your lap, but please… This lie we live in is such a beautifully, carefully curated one. I don’t… I don’t want it to fade…I know you must loathe me, deep down… but how you look at me with such innocent affection is all that has kept me going for so many years, now… You are the sunrise I look forward to each day…”

[Pause…]

[He smiles, though it’s sad]

“Oh… Of course, you still love me… I believe you, darling, of course. And I love you! With everything in me, I swear it! I feel it, I speak it… my actions, however… my outbursts… Gods, I made you cower this time and you did nothing wrong… Your chair tipped over when you went outside - that was MY fault for not installing the rails for you in time, I had no right to yell… I’m sorry, love…”

[... Pause]

[Tears roll down his face. The poor man seems so tired he can barely think]

[. . .]

“...You… are worried about me…?”

[Pause…]

[He gives a deep, bitter chuckle]

“...Yes. Time travel does have its, ahm… side effects… Do you think, perhaps, I’ve lost my mind…? My sweet…? Do you think I am a madman…? Oh, it’s alright… Do be honest.”

[His tone is teetering towards danger]

[. . .]

[You rest a gentle hand on his crown and he shudders. Almost gasps]

“Oh, I forgot how nice you patting my hair is...You… think I am tired… That I need rest…”

[Pause…]

“...And what’s to stop you from leaving me if I shut my eyes for a moment, hmm?”

[...?]

[His eyes brighten. For a moment, he is himself once more]

“...You will rest with me…? O-Oh, angel… Do you mean it? You would really let me hold you in our bed again?”

[Pause <3]

[He draws you close by your waist, emitting the happiest whimpers and whines you’ve ever heard]

“Gods, thank you… Thank you for… Aha, I can’t think of the words… You make me glow, my love.”

[You stroke his hair as his breathing calms. As terrifying as he can be, he is still yours. You’re almost out yourself when you feel his hand drift down to your left knee and pause over the nothingness beneath it]

[. . .]

“...You say that, but you losing your leg was my fault… I messed up the time jumps. I’m the one that failed the continuum, and you are the one that paid for it…”

[Pause <3]

[He sighs, too tired to do much of anything]

“...I’m glad you don’t remember it, sweetling. Truly, I am… I couldn’t live with myself if you had to remember that nightmarish episode…”

[Pause <3]

[He yawns, eyes fluttering shut]

“...I love you, too, my sweet… Mind the traps if you do try to escape, alright?”

[. . .]

[The last thing he manages is a simple, quiet:]

“...They’re rather explosive…”

[. . . .]

[SFX: Fade out on an old clock ticking/him snoring, whatever your preference is]

[To be continued?]

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Note: Been a while since we had an Eldritch yan-yan.

Second note: Damn, I wonder what happened to these two - said the asshole conspiring against these two.