- Ooh I love a good cheater fic too! I’m reading one currently (as it’s ongoing) for another fandom and it’s like the best!

Xanxus -

 You walked into the room and stopped dead. There was Xanxus making love to your best friend on your bed. You snapped.

“What the fuck Xanxus?!” you growled, grabbing the nearest thing and raising it to swing.

“What?” he grunted, not even stopping but only looking back at you. They both reeked of alcohol, and the sloppy way they were moving show just how much they had had to drink.

“Why the hell are you fucking my best friend?! And you,” you snarled, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her out of bed, “why the fuck would you do this to me?!”

“Wha– ___?” she slurred, getting up and staring at you blankly.

“You’re fucking my boyfriend!”

“Oh…” She turned and looked back at Xanxus before looking back to you, and giggling drunkly. “So I am.”

“You little–!” You grabbed her by the hair again and started to drag her to the door.

“HEY! If she’s leaving, you’d better fucking take her place!” Xanxus snarled. He had only kept quiet because he thought he was gonna see a cat fight. You glared back at him, just about at the point of seeing red.

“You know what? Keep the fucking skank. I’ll be back tomorrow to collect my shit.” you growled, tossing your ex best friend back on the bed. Then you were gone and you’d make sure he was sorry for ever thinking he could pull something like this.

Squalo -

 You were on your way home from the store when you saw a flash of silver. Instinctively you looked for what it was and wasn’t shocked at first to see Squalo. But then it hit you, wasn’t he supposed to be home? What the hell? You turned to look for him again, but saw him nowhere. He couldn’t have disappeared as easily… Then you saw the shadowy alleyway near where you saw him. Narrowing your eyes and making your way across, you prayed that he was only killing someone back there, but you already had a bad feeling about this.

 There he was, against the back of the alley wall, lip locked with a beautiful stranger. Your heart dropped to the floor and shattered like a crystalized vase. Did six years together really mean nothing to him? Slowly you made your way towards them as he began his descent down her neck. They were far too gone into their own world to notice you. Next thing you knew, you had dragged Squalo back by his hair and was glaring daggers at the girl.

“Leave us.” You growled, and that’s all it took to make her scurry away. You turned back to see Squalo with a look that a deer in the headlights would strive to make. You would’ve laughed if your heart wasn’t broken.

“___-”

“I want no excuses, Squalo. Who the hell was that?!”

“___, what the hell are you doing here-”

“Tell me what’s going on! Did six years really mean nothing to you?! Am I just-”

“VOI!! You mean the world to me okay?!” He shouted. Squalo didn’t like to fell uncomfortable, it made him antsy; and right now, he looked really uncomfortable.

“If I mean the world to you, then who the fuck was she?!” you questioned, hands on your hips. He couldn’t face you and looked away guiltily.

“She was a mistake. One I’ll try not to make again.” He mumbled, finally turning back to you. “Forgive me?”

“…. No,” you sighed, holding your ground. He raised his eyebrows, trying to think of what to say, the sad look in his eyes still. “Not yet, at least. We should go home and finish talking this out.” His eyes widened and he nodded, fully ready for any consequences.

“I’ll even make dinner tonight. How’s that?” he offered, leading you back down the way you came from.

“That’d be nice.”

Bel -

 Twenty-three. Twenty-three is the number of girls Bel’s slept with and killed since you two started dating. It wasn’t altogether or in bunches. The girls were spread out over four years. At first it started when he was sent away on missions. Over the time he got bored, and annoyed of having to do that, so he continued his sleeping around at home. First it was once every six months, then every four, now it’s every other month.

 Walking into your room, you spot the twenty-fourth girl’s lifeless body on your bed, blood pooling onto your sheets, and Bel asleep with a smug smile on his face. This had to be the last straw. You sighed as your bag dropped to the floor and you went straight to the closet, grabbing your clothes and accessories in handfuls. You were counting on the fact that Bel needed his beauty rest and wouldn’t wake while you packed up everything and drove off, probably in his most expensive car.

 True to your expectations he didn’t wake. You loaded up all of your things into his BMW, blood red, and drove off to a hotel room and parked the car in the parking deck so if he came looking for you, or it, it wouldn’t be visible from the streets. You wouldn’t call the cops on your homicidal ex, but you’d let them know where they could pick up the remains of eighteen women.

Luss -

 It was really no shock when you walked in on your boyfriend, Lussuria, having sex with a man. You half expected it, but it still didn’t ease the pain any. You stood rooted to the spot, shocked, before you could collect your thoughts and leave, shutting the door a little bit harder than you had planned to.

“Ah-! Shit, wait ___!” you could hear Luss calling after you from the other room. You tried to get out the door before he reached you but his hand caught your wrist just as you were closing it behind you.

“Let me go Luss..” your voice wavered, much to your dismay. You knew you were going to cry, but you didn’t want to seem weak in front of him. Especially not after that.

“No, wait, give me a chance, please.” he muttered, trying to tug you back. You shook your head, tears starting to stream down your face.

“No! Why should I?! You were just in there cheating on me! Why should I trust anything you have to say?!” you cried, desperately trying to tug your arm away from him, but he held on tighter. “Let me go!”

“Not until we talk about this. Please, ___, I’ll get down and beg if I have to and these are new pants.” You felt him drop to his knees behind you. Turning slightly, you saw him watching you sadly on his knees, on the ground, gripping your wrist tightly.

“…. You’re not gonna let me go huh?” you hiccuped. He shook his head, solemnly. “… Fine.. we can talk it out…”

Levi -

“Levi, something terrible has happened! It’s __! She’s been kidnapped!”

 Those dark words swam around his head the entire morning. He searched everywhere for clues, trying to find who took you. They wouldn’t get away so easily.

 But, by nightfall, he had nothing. Not even a fearsome assassin like him could find anything. These guys must’ve been good. Especially to take you since you could hold your own in any battle. But now you were taken. They must’ve found out you were from the Varia part of the Vongola family while you were still on your undercover mission.

“Hey, you.” came a whisper from the shadows next to a known whore house. He looked up, only thinking that this could be some shady drug deal or some bust.

“What do you want?” he growled, the pain in his heart flaring up when he notices she has a nose just like your’s.

“Come back here, I have something to tell you.” she demanded, walking towards the end of the alleyway, and away from the safety of the street. He immediately didn’t trust her. She must’ve sensed this because she threw this over her shoulder, “It’s about ___.” That was all it took.

“You know where she is? Where the hell is she? I need these answers.” Levi growled, following her without a second thought.

“Grab him boys.” The girl instructed and before he could blink, Levi’s arms were pinned to his side as she turned to face him. She smiled maliciously. “Oh, this was too easy. And it will be tons of fun~”

“What the fuck is going on?!” Levi snarled, trying to struggle free. These goons were strong.

“Oh, sweetie, you’re not going anywhere. And when-”

“HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BOYFRIEND?!” a voice came from behind him just as his captor’s hands slid down his pants. It was you, he could tell from how angry your voice sounded. There was a gunshot and one of the men holding him dropped. Another gunshot and the second dropped.

“Don’t shoot me, baby girl. I’ve got your man’s life in my hands.” the captor smirked and drew a hand with one of Levi’s guns out of his pants and pressed it to his heart.

“At least get your other hand out of my pants.” Levi growled, hands up in surrender to both you and his captor.

“Nah I can’t do that.” she smirked wider and squeezed a hand around his genitals.

“Then I guess I can’t just sit here quietly.” He grunted, bringing both hands down on top of her head. She crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Then suddenly you were on his back.

“___..” Levi sighed, pulling you around to the front and hugging you. “Forgive me for ever going near that woman?”

“You didn’t want it so we’re all good.” You grinned.

Fran -

 He shrugged this new girl off his shoulder for the fiftieth time this day and was on the verge of snapping on her when you came back in.

“___. Come here.” he sighed, waving you over so she’ll leave. She did and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Fran? You feeling okay? You’re not the clingy type and this is the third time you’ve asked me to get close.” You felt his forehead before he waved your hand away.

“I’m fine. All except for that new secretary of mine. She keeps flirting with me and I’m starting to get annoyed.”

“You’re always annoyed.”

“Not always. I’m not annoyed most times when I’m with you.”

“Ha ha, very funny. I have to get back to work.” You sighed and turned but there was no door. “Fraaaaaannnnn-”

“Just give me a minute, please. I’ll make you invisible so you can see what she’s doing.”

“... You have 5 minutes.” you conceded and moved to your spot behind his desk. He sighed in relief and apparently made you invisible and the door reappear. Three seconds after the door reappears, the girl comes bouncing in, the curls waving.

“So glad your girlfriend is finally gone, Fran~” she sighed and leaned back on him, throwing her arms around his neck.

“Can you, I don’t know, get off?” He quipped.

“Oh no, of course!” She smiled and settled in his lap but her arms were removed from his neck. “How’s this?”

“How the hell am I supposed to do my work?”

“Ugh, it’s always work with you! Work this, work that! Just focus on what’s in front of you~ Me.” And with that she planted a sloppy kiss on him. His eyes grew wide as he tried to push her away. His illusions were shattered, you were visible, and currently fuming.

“GET OFF OF HIM.” You snarled and grabbed her by the hair, throwing her against the wall, effectively knocking her out cold. Then you rounded on Fran. “I swear to God I’m going to take her straight to Xanxus and tell him to shove this skank in the bin.”