Demigod x Reader

Magnus x Reader || Weak

Detestation.

Impairment.

Bereavement.

   Those three simple words are what inflicted the memories—what the memories were made of.

   Swallowing back his sob as you held him tightly in his arms, tears stained your (s/c) face, tears drizzling down his cheeks and nose as you failed to soothe the other, after all, it was hard to calm another being when your own vocal cords betrayed you, drowning one another in those wretched wails of despair. Sure, it had been a year, but does that really matter? A year could not mend something that had been broken from day one, it simply wasn't doable.

   Much to your dismay, all you two could do was hold onto one another so tight, like your lives depended on it, as if that if you let go you'd lose one another forever—you already lost enough to have to go thought that horrid flood of emotions again.

   Your mother.

Your friends.

   Your own life, damnit!

   You're as broken as a toy, smashed to millions of pieces, shattering across the marble floor that use to just be simple decor of a warm place you use to call home. Now, now it was a reminder for all that you have gone through. For every white diamond on that floor, there was a black one. Just like your mind, for every lighthearted and warm, bright thing you possessed—blackness, darkness, hallow voices of the empty people who just like cups have been drained of the substance that makes them useful.

   For some, that substance is water, yet for others that substance is life, hardihood, indomitability, clemency, and worst of all amorousness. Of course that could just be your melancholy thoughts that you took a hefty dosage of each day, or it would just be your reality.

   Now you know what the readers may be thinking, poor, hopeless soul; wandering aimlessly though life with a deadpan expression with a lack of confession to your own feeling.

   you was like this at first, until you met him . . . now you're quite sure the readers are thinking well damn, looks like this is going to turn into some over used heterosexual love story between two people in utter despair, longing for one another's touch to soothe their aching soul. But let you stop the readers there. You two have no romantic relationship, you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, him and you are simply well friends who share the same feeling via going though the same experiences.

This boy being Magnus Chase.

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I'm so sorry this is so short, I've been really uninspired lately as you may know.