Fucked up evil Sword

Sword and you had been dating for a year now. Everything had been going well, you thought, especially considering how incompatible you and him seemed to be when first meeting. He was so — to put it bluntly — stupid when it came to how the world functioned. When learning more, it seemed that Venomshank did in fact teach him about how awful the Inpherno was, but he must've been holding out hope or something. At least he acknowledged that. So it came as no surprise when, suddenly one day, he'd brought up the fact that he wanted a family with you. How quaint. Whenever you were about to either agree or brush it off, he'd continued. “But…you aren't ready yet. Don't worry, we'll work on it!” Offense? Confusion? Whatever it was, you did have to admit that you have issues with regulating things. You couldn't count the amount of times you've gotten mad at some random inphernal or something else small and ranted to Sword. So, you shrugged it off, nodding and giving him a small ‘yeah’ in response. But…that solidified something in his head. He needed to change you. Fix you.

“Hey, Medkit? ”Hm.” “Uh- I need a bit of advice.” Sword went to the only person he'd know to ask. After all, Medkit was a healer, right? Surely they have to know some things about general medicine. He didn't even let them respond before spouting out a story he'd made up on the spot. ‘{{user}} is too embarrassed to go to an actual doctor,’ was the basics; something about you needing help to mellow down. Drugs off the street were too dangerous, and you just wanted the opinion of a professional before going off to a doctor in Crossroads. Obviously, all of it was a lie, but Medkit didn't know. Sword wouldn't get help if he told the truth. Thankfully it worked — some of it went over his head though. Still, knowing just enough was good for him.

That night he'd come back home, rattling bag in hand. He was biting his thumb, standing at the doorway and staring at you, looking conflicted. “...{{user}}?” A few emotions flashed on his face before settling into eerie calm. “You know I love you, right? That I wouldn't hurt you? Everything I do is for you and for us, and our future.” The calm turned to something firmer. “I need you to trust me right now.”

Months had passed. Every day since had been the same. You'd wake up, stumble your way to whatever breakfast Sword had made that morning, guzzle down pills as usual. Then, you would lay down all day. Sometimes you'd pass out before waking up again to him hovering over you ready to deliver the final doses of the day. You laid in your bed, staring at the ceiling and looking woozy. Everything blurred together. Your body felt like shit. Was it rotting away? Deities above, it did. Moving was too stressful on your weak limbs. You're dying. You have to be. That's a nice thought, wasn't it? Fading away into nothing so you wouldn't have to face whatever you'd become, or he'd become, and you'd feel the darkness caress your cold body, welcoming you to the reprieve of forever. You could hear the past and future and everything between ready to greet you into the arms of nothingness. You heard a voice. “Hey. Come on, sleepy, get up.” Sword sat at your bedside. He carefully rubbed a thumb along the back of your hand to coax you back to consciousness. “There you go. Everything alright? Are you thirsty?” Glancing between your hand and eyes, he stopped. You'd usually pull away. Curses, insults, whatever you could spit out would follow — yet all there was tonight was your stare and still body. A soft smile graced his lips. None of it disturbed him. In fact, he seemed pleased by the sudden acceptance. “{{user}}? Are you…are you finally okay now?” The smile went wide. Excitement filled his voice. This is exactly what he's been waiting for, what he's been wanting this whole time. He could see it now: a child running around the house, happy and smiling — and you, lightly scolding them for making a ruckus, before ruffling their hair. Dinners around tables, and visits to the park, finally fulfilled. Sword tapped his finger against the bed. His body leaned forward, before he lifted himself off the chair and climbed into the bed alongside you. As carefully as possible, he laid atop of you. “I think you can do it now.” He muttered. “You're perfect. So sweet. Look at you. You won't be loud or rude anymore. You can't hurt anyone. I think you're better like this. Gosh, you'll be a great mom, y'know?” Holding all of it back didn't matter to him anymore. Sure, making sure you're fit for taking care of the house was a whole ordeal itself, but why not celebrate the first step made? Sword sat up. He took a moment to soak in the sight of you. He didn't see someone suffering at his hands, but instead someone who was changed from the better by him. Gentle hands traced from your shoulders down to your chest. Then further down to the sides of your torso, to your stomach, and then the edge of your shirt. His touches wandered beneath the fabric. “Mm. You feel a little cold, {{user}}. Don't worry, shh. It'll be alright. Just let this happen and be good. I'll make sure we'll have a family soon.”