#macbeth x reader

Lyon Vastia

Lyon found you behind the guild's storage building, tucked between some crates. He had been looking for extra supplies when he heard it. A small, choked sound that made him stop. He rounded the corner and saw you there, face buried in your hands. You looked up fast and wiped your cheeks with your palms. "Lyon! I was just taking a break. It's dusty back here, got something in my eye." You laughed, but it came out wrong. He didn't move. "Both eyes?"

You looked away, shoulders curling inward. "Please... just go. I'm fine." Lyon stayed exactly where he was. "You're not fine. And I'm not leaving." He lowered himself to sit beside you, back against the crates, close enough that his shoulder nearly touched yours. There was a moment of silence that followed. "You don't have to tell me what happened," he finally said. "But you don't have to sit here wallowing alone either." You felt the tears well up again, harder now than before. His hand found yours in the dim light. "Cry if you need to. I'll stay until you're okay."

Sting Eucliffe

Sting heard you before he saw you. He had wandered onto the guild's rooftop looking for Lector when the sound of muffled crying stopped him in his tracks. You sat huddled near the far edge, curling into yourself, trying so hard to stay quiet. He immediately jigged towards you. "Hey. Hey, what's wrong?" You jerked your head up, eyes red and wet. "Sting! Nothing, I'm okay. I just needed some air." You forced a wobbly smile. "You can go back down. I'll be there in a minute."

He dropped next you instead, "You're a terrible liar, you know that?" His voice was softer than you expected. You shook your head and stared at your hands. "I didn't want anyone to see me like this." Sting bumped his shoulder against yours. "Too late. I'm here now." You felt your composure cracking. "It's stupid. I shouldn't be this upset." He turned to look at you, "If it made you cry, it's not stupid. Come on. Talk to me, what's up?"

Rogue Cheney

Rogue almost missed you entirely. The library's back corner was dark and forgotten, filled with dusty volumes no one touched anymore. He had come searching for a particular text on shadow magic when he heard the uneven breathing. You sat on the floor between two shelves, tears streaming silently down your face. When his shadow fell across you, your head snapped up. You said nothing. Just stared at him with wide eyes, too surprised to even make an excuse.

He settled onto the floor across from you without a word. It was quiet until you finally found your words. "I thought nobody came back here..." Rogue watched you. "I won't ask you to explain." You pulled your sleeves over your hands and pressed them to your face. "I don't even know how to explain." He nodded once. "Then don't." He leaned his head back against the shelf and closed his eyes. "I'll just sit with you for a while if that's okay." Your breath hitched. Somehow that made it easier to let the tears fall.

Hibiki Lates

Hibiki discovered you in the garden behind the Blue Pegasus guildhall, hidden beneath the old willow where the branches swept the ground like curtains. He had been looking for Eve when he heard the soft, broken sounds. He parted the branches and found you, your face blotchy and wet from crying. You scrambled to stand. "Hibiki! I-I was just resting out here. The pollen, you know, it really gets to me this time of year." You laughed and fanned your face. "Allergies are the worst."

He caught your hand before you could escape past him. "Sweetheart." His tone was gentle, no teasing in it at all. "You don't have to perform for me." Your smile crumbled. "I'm supposed to be stronger than this though." Hibiki shook his head and guided you back down to sit, settling beside you. "Who told you that? Crying doesn't make you weak." He produced a handkerchief from his jacket and offered it to you. "It's completely normal, especially when in your predicament." You took it and pressed it to your eyes. "I feel stupid." His arm wrapped around your shoulders. "You're not stupid. You're hurting. There's a difference."

Eve Tearm

Eve had been chasing a stray cat through the alley behind the guild when he stumbled upon you. You sat in a secluded corner crying so hard your whole body shook. He froze, unsure if he should approach. Then you spotted him and panic flashed across your face. "Eve! What are you doing here?" You scrubbed at your cheeks furiously. "I was just sitting. I'm fine. Go back inside, okay?"

He didn't go. Instead he crouched down in front of you, blond hair falling into his worried eyes. "You're crying." You let out a laugh. "Wow, nothing gets past you." The sarcasm fell flat and fresh tears spilled over. Eve's face crumpled with concern. "Did someone hurt you? Was it a patron?" You shook your head. "Nobody hurt me. I'm just tired, Eve. I'm so tired." His hand reached out and rested on your knee. "You should have told us, you know we would all understand if you need a break."

Ren Akatsuki

Ren found you on the cliffs outside town, sitting in the tall grass. The wind carried the sound of your crying before he even got close. He approached slowly, hands in his pockets, and stopped a few feet behind you. "Hey." You whipped around, tears still wet on your face. "Ren! I didn't hear you." You turned away quickly. "Just watching the sunset, it's just so beautiful... you know?"

He walked around and stood in front of you, blocking the view. "The sun set twenty minutes ago." You had no response to that. Your lip trembled and you looked down at the grass. "Please don't tell the others." Ren studied you for a moment, then he sat down beside you. "Don't know what your talking about..." He played along, staring out at the darkening sky. "Everyone cries at some point..." You wiped your nose on your sleeve. "Even you?" He was quiet for a moment. "Yeah, even me." His shoulder pressed against yours, solid and warm. "Now shut up and cry it out until it's out of your system."

Bacchus Groh

Bacchus had wandered into an alley looking for a quiet spot to drink when he heard it. Hiccuping sobs coming from deeper in. He rounded the corner and found you there, face buried in your hands, shoulders heaving. You looked up and went rigid. "Bacchus!--Hey!" You wiped your face fast and grinned, but it wobbled at the edges. "Just got some dirt in my eyes. You know how dirty these back alleys can get..."

He tilted his head and took a long swig from his bottle. Then he dropped down beside you, legs sprawling out. "Dirt. Sure." You bristled. "I'm serious. I'm fine." Bacchus snorted. "Babe, I've been hungover enough times to know what real crying looks like." You opened your mouth to argue but nothing came out. The fight drained from your body and you sagged against him. "I don't want to talk about it." He shrugged and offered you the bottle. "Drink instead then." You took it and sipped, grimacing at the burn. He leaned back and watched the clouds. "Whatever it is, it'll still be there tomorrow. But so will I. So there's that."

Jellal Fernandes

Jellal hadn't meant to intrude. He had been walking through the forest outside Magnolia, seeking solitude of his own, when he came upon the clearing. You sat against a tree, arms wrapped around yourself, crying quietly. He stepped on a branch and you looked up. For a moment neither of you spoke. Then you laughed hollowly, "Great. Of course it's you." You buried your face again. "Just pretend you didn't see this."

He remained still at the edge of the clearing. "I could leave if you want," he insisted. Your voice came out muffled. "I don't know what I want." Jellal hesitated, then walked towards you and lowered himself next to you. Not too close, but near enough. "I'm not good at comfort," he admitted quietly. "I don't have the right words." You lifted your head and looked at him, eyes swollen. "Then why are you staying?" He gazed at the ground. "Because no one should feel like they have to cry alone." He glanced at you. "I know that much." You said nothing. You just leaned your head against his shoulder and let yourself fall apart while he sat with you.

Macbeth

Macbeth had been drifting through the abandoned church, enjoying the silence, when he heard it. Soft, broken breathing echoing off the stone walls. He followed the sound and found you curled on a crumbling pew, tears dripping onto your lap. You sensed him before you saw him and went still. "Go away, Macbeth... I'm not in the mood for whatever cryptic thing you're about to say."

He didn't leave, studying you for a moment before looking around. "You chose an interesting place to fall apart." You laughed bitterly. "Yeah well, I thought the creepy abandoned church would be empty." He moved closer, footsteps silent, and settled onto the pew beside you. "It suits you." You shot him a glare through your tears. "Are you making fun of me?" Macbeth shook his head slowly. "Not at all." He stretched out his legs and closed his eyes like he meant to sleep right there. "Nightmares are easier to face with company... Even the waking kind." You stared at him in disbelief, but then you stopped fighting it and sobbed.

Erik

Erik could hear your thoughts, they were a mess and loud enough to cut through every other voice in his head. He eventually tracked you to the ravine outside town where you sat up on a large boulder, sobbing into your elbow as if trying to muffle yourself. He jumped and landed behind you. You didn't have to look to know who it was. "Erik I... Don't listen. Please... Just block me out, this isn't any of your business."

He crossed his arms and clicked his tongue, "You know it doesn't work like that. You're screaming inside there, hard not to listen." You flinched, "I can't help it..." Erik crouched down next you. "Didn't say it bothered me." You wiped your face with shaking hands. "I don't want you to hear all of this. It's ugly in there right now." He shrugged, "Yeah I know, it's been like that for a while now, but like you said, wasn't any of my buissness... But perhaps it should be." he paused before turning to face away from you. "You've been wanted someone to listen, and I have been for a while already so... yeah. Just go all out in there, I can handle it."

the night was far too quiet.

you couldn’t sleep, and macbeth noticed—as he always did.

he appeared at your bedroom door, leaning against the frame with that elegance far too impeccable for someone so dangerous.

“if you keep tossing around like that… you won’t get any rest.”

you sighed.

he stepped inside, approaching slowly, as if the air itself needed to adjust to him.

“stay with me tonight.”

his voice was deep, soft, almost hypnotic.

he took your hand, guided you to his bed, and lay down beside you, pulling you against his chest.

“like this.”

his faint scent, his breath brushing your ear…

and his calm touch on your back.

“now you can sleep.”

Juvia

When she’s jealous, it’s pretty obvious fo her part. It’s pretty cute too because she makes her jealous known for you. And makes it clear that she wants that person to stay away from you. When you poke her about it, she’s pretty open to it but also blushing like crazy.

Lyon

When he’s jealous, he tends to be more quiet. Slowly studying the situation, he won’t say anything to you about it though. He wouldn’t want you to find out for that matter. When you do find out though, he won’t answer your question about him being jealous. Nor will he admit to it.

Gajeel

When he’s jealous, he’s more observing than ever. He folds his arms across his chest and looks the other direction. Or he’ll stare the person down until you recognize him. When you poke him about being jealous, he’s quick to snap back with a remark.

Macbeth

When he’s jealous, he doesn’t seem to care. He’ll just give the person a nightmare so they’ll stay away. Though, he does seem a little more annoyed with people. When you poke him about being jealous, he’ll just ignore you.

Laxus

When he’s jealous, he tends to be a little colder towards everyone especially you. No, he doesn’t mean it but he can’t help but come off that way. He’ll end conversations pretty quickly with you until you figure out why he’s acting this way. When you find out and poke him about it, he becomes annoyed, wishing you didn’t find out.

Freed

When he’s jealous, he’s just really calm about it on the outside but in the inside he’s more annoyed than ever. He won’t say anything to you or make himself sound off or weird in any sort of way. No, he does not want you to find out..ever. He’ll give the person though the coldest look before looking away. When you do find out, he won’t deny it but won’t answer.

Mirajane

the late afternoon slowly settles over magnolia’s park.

the light is pink, soft, almost too serene to match the reputation of the oración seis— or rather, crime sorcière— but it matches him perfectly.

macbeth walks beside you in silence, his hands behind his back, his purple cloak swaying with the breeze.

he stops near an old tree and sits on the grass, crossing his legs with an almost dramatic calm.

he makes a subtle gesture with his hand, a silent invitation for you to sit beside him.

without saying anything, you share the moment: the gentle wind, the whisper of the leaves, the small distance between you. macbeth closes his eyes, tilting his head slightly as if listening to something secret.

when you finally relax your body against the tree trunk, you feel his gaze settle on you; calm, deep, studying your expressions with that quiet curiosity of his.

then, in a soft murmur, he breaks the silence:

“your silence… is the only one that doesn’t bother me.”

he extends his hand, slowly, palm facing up, offering without any pressure. when you place your hand on his, macbeth smiles— almost imperceptible, but soft as silk.

“this is how… i can breathe. by your side.”