Gold And Red
Ok, so I’m mixing a few requests into this because they all fell into the same category and I’m too lazy to do different fics for a topic that could easily be put into the same piece of writing.
The requests are from the dialogue list and also from an anon.
Sorry, kinda not sorry <3
“ Can I get 35 with Anti?”
“Anti makes the reader cry accidentally after a fight and he has to go and apologize”
35: Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”
To say that Anti was affectionate would be like saying that the ocean would try up in a the next few weeks. It was very, very unlikely, but there is a chance.
This thought raced through your mind as you threw a vase at him.
Anti batted it away, his arm smashing it as he blocked the object from hitting his face.
His eyes glowed with green hell-fire as the two of you bellowed at each other.
You couldn’t remember what started the argument.
You barely remember what the argument was about.
The logical side your brain begged you to stop. This whole thing was irrational, foolish. There was no reason to be yelling at him.
But the other side of you, the one that was fueling your rage and making the tears spill form your eyes, shoved the logic aside.
Spat on it and drove it into the dirt.
You wanted answers, but you didn’t know what questions you were asking.
Anti shook with rage. His head glitching, blurring in it’s haze of movement. The boom of his voice shook the walls and when he slammed his fist down on the bench, it left cracks on the marble surface.
“Go on, tell me! Tell me you don’t love me!” You hollered at Anti.
“Why do you always bring this up?” He asked hotly. “I am incapable of love. Emotions do not apply to me! I feel only anger. Get that stupid little brain of yours around that! I can never love you. I can never love anything! A pathetic creature like you-”
Anti halted, catching his tongue before he finished his sentence. But the damage was done. The tears ran like open faucets and Anti felt his chest tighten painfully as you stepped away from him.
“(Y/N)…I..” but there were no words. No excuses to brush this mistake under the mat. So many times he had tripped up on your emotions. Not seeing the confusion when he left you a flower on your desk after a long day. Then screaming at you minutes later about something so small it was impractical.
Anti watched, frozen as you turned and fled to your bedroom. Slamming the door shut.
In every argument, you had tried to get the last word in. A lingering statement that made his blood boil for hours.
But this time you had nothing to say. Only muffled sobs that echoed through the empty hallway.
Anti grimaced as he replayed the moment in his head.
What did he care for your emotions? Those fragile little shards of imagination that pulled the strings to your every decision.
Why did it pain him to see them shatter? Why did he feel…..this.
Anti approached the closed door. His knuckles hovering over the wooden surface.
What did he intent to do here? What could he do to make this better? What could he say?
Anti collapsed against the wall behind him. Sliding down it till he hit the floor, staring at the door like it was mocking him.
Anti knew what he had to say. But it wouldn’t be enough to undo the scars he has just carved into you.
Nothing would be enough.
He would never be enough.
Anti closed his eyes. Crushing them shut as he clenched his fists till he felt hot pain stab at his palms where his nails dug into his flesh. Blood dripped between his fingers.
His fingers relaxed, his shoulders releasing as he looked up at the door that separated the two of you.
He had to try.
You had curled up on your bed, a pillow shoved against your face as your tears stained the material. Muffling the sobs that raked your body.
You were pathetic. Thinking something like Anti felt anything but rage.
It was stupid to even consider it.
You sniffled and went to wipe your nose with a tissue, when your room dimmed to a soft green. The TV on your bookcase switched on with a loud buzz and was filled with multi-colored shapes.
Sitting up, you clung to the pillow as the shadows formed into a figure. It jittered about the screen, clawing at imaginary figures, pulling at it’s hair and rearing back to scream a silent cry.
It took you a moment to make out the shadowy shape as Anti. His head whipped back and forth, a knife carving words in blood on the wall behind him.
Anti fell to his knees as the blood dripped from the walls, creating pools of red around him.
Beings of crimson liquid rose from the blood and started beating him with fists of scarlet. He clawed at them, tearing them apart with a silent snarl on his lips.
He became more frightening in appearance. Fangs began to push through his gums, his hair darkened and green flames spurted from his fingertips.
It was horrifying to watch.
But then another figure appeared on the screen. A womanly figure that glowed golden and whole against the glitched images.
She pushed past the blood-beings and gently touched Anti’s shoulder. He lashed out at her, catching her cheek and throwing her back.
But the girl tried again to touch him and again Anti attacked. On the fourth attempt, Anti didn’t hurt the girl of gold. He allowed her to touch him. Laying a beautiful hand on his glitching hand.
He hissed when her fingers caressed his cheek, then after a moment he leaned against her touch.
You stared at the golden figure as she embraced Anti.
The girl of gold was you.
Anti’s figure returned to normal. Becoming more human in appearance and the fire ceased into a warm glow.
But then the blood-beings attacked again. Having stood off screen, you had almost forgotten about them.
The girl of gold was the first to be attacked. A crimson hand print smeared over her glittering skin and she cried out in pain.
Anti launched himself at the Beings, taking two down in a swipe of his hand and throwing another off the screen.
But blood continued to ooze from the carved words on the walls. The pools becoming deep puddles, swallowing your golden form in red.
Anti tried to reach for you, but you sunk into the scarlet depths. You could feel his cry of anguish as your hand disappeared and your glow was dispersed.
Anti’s figure caved under the weight of the Blood-Beings and the screen went black.
Two words appeared on the screen in glitched, green writing.
You wiped your tears away and sniffled.
“It’s not your fault you’re like this, Anti” You said to the empty room. “But I wish you’d tell me straight if you felt anything at all.”
The lights flickered, plunging you in darkness for a moment before bringing the light back and revealing Anti kneeling by your bed.
“I don’t know myself if I feel anything,” Anti admitted. “But I feel that this,” He tapped his head. “Is hurting you. And that scares me. So, in a sense I do feel something for you. But I don’t know what.”
You reached over and lightly touched his face with your fingers. He closed his eyes, sighing into your palm.
“I forgive you,” You said softly. “Just…don’t say things like that again.”
Anti nodded. Crawling onto the bed and scooping you up into his arms. You rested your head against his chest, allowing him to cradle you in his lap.
“I’m sorry that I hurt you,” He said into your hair. “But I don’t know if I can promise that it won’t happen again.”
You played with the material of his shirt, “We’ll figure it out. But in the mean time, can you do another show? I didn’t know you could do that.”
Anti chuckled, “Alright, but only because I know you’ll try to guilt me if I don’t.”