#but n is conflicted and troubled inside and doesn't even know who he is anymore

[eldritch-nightmare]

If it isn't to much trouble could I get something of a part 2 to the puppeteer fic you wrote? Like Maybe from his pov where he realizes he does have much of a deeper love for his s/o and he starts showing it to them i

a/n: of course! i recommend you read part one if you haven't already since i'm pretty proud of that post, but it isn't required tbh.

hesitant to love.

pairing: puppeteer x gn!reader.

synopsis: the puppeteer has been dating you for a while now, and he thought it was just a casual thing but after a conversation with emra, he begins to realize that it's something deeper.

word count: 1.2k words.

warnings: use of y/n, he's very conflicted about his emotions, fluff, angst if you turn it upside down and squint, confessions of love, heavy use of italics.

"You're in love with them, aren't you?"

Emra's words echoed in his mind as he stared blankly at the door she had just walked out of. He almost wanted to burst into laughter, being accused of such a thing! Ha!

Love? Him? Please.

Sure, he's a bit kinder to [Y/n] than he is to anyone else, and maybe he enjoys their company more than he would like to admit. And yeah, he does have a bit of an attachment to them. And maybe he does enjoy the smiles he gets when he cracks a joke and the gentle gaze they always seem to reserve just for him.

But love? No. No way. He's an evil spirit that feeds off negative emotions! How could he possibly feel a weak emotion such as love?

There's no way! There's simply... no... way...

Huh...

Now that he's thinking about it... he does always seem to be in a better mood whenever [Y/n] is around...

They always know how to cheer him up whenever he's feeling down as well. Not even Emra can do that anymore. And yet they're able to do it so easily.

And even when he's not in the mood to see anyone, he's still okay with sitting in silence with them. He's never been like that with anyone, not in a good long while.

Dating them is one thing, but being in love with them? That's not... that's not right. That's not how this was meant to go. How could he be in love with them? It made no sense.

No. No, it does make sense.

What doesn't make sense is how it had taken him so long to notice. The Puppeteer prides himself on being in control of his emotions. He has to be. If he can't control something as simple as emotions, then that makes him weak. So what happened? Why didn't he notice he was falling in love? Why did he allow himself to feel this way? And who else has noticed?

Emra clearly has, though he supposes he can't be too upset about her being able to read him like a book.

Has Zachary noticed?

It's safe to say he probably hasn't. He'd use it against the Puppeteer, no doubt. Be it a way to get on his nerves, or as a potential weapon against him.

Fuck.

If anyone outside of those two finds out that he's in love, it could spell trouble not only for him but for [Y/n] as well.

…

…

Well, what the hell is he supposed to do now?

What does anyone do after they realize they're in love? He can hardly remember his life as Jonathan, he doesn't want to, so he isn't sure what he did when he realized he was in love with Emra. Logically, he probably told her, right?

But that was then, and this is now. He's no longer the person he once was. I mean, he's dead now, for starters.

So, instead of thinking about how he would've reacted in the past... what would The Puppeteer do in the now?

Well, realistically, he'd bottle these emotions up and push them to the side. But he doesn't want to do that to [Y/n]. The thought of distancing himself from them made his chest ache, to be honest. Which is... odd, considering.

The uncertainty of these emotions lingers with him throughout the night, and they stick with him in the morning as well.

He avoided Emra like she was a disease, pretending she didn't even exist as he came to terms with the inner turmoil inside of him. He felt a little guilty, seeing the despondent expression on her face, but he could always make it up to her later. Maybe.

Zachary certainly didn't miss the way he seemed to be caught up in his thoughts, but he ignored any remarks thrown his way in favor of sorting through the storm of his mind.

Seriously... what the hell should he do?

"Don't you think you're asking the wrong person for advice?" Helen's voice cuts him out of his thoughts, and The Puppeteer lets out a small huff of annoyance as he floats next to his friend, watching him paint with a bored expression.

"Who else is there to ask?"

"Have you maybe considered Jane? Or Nina?"

His face scrunches up slightly at the mere mention of Nina's name, and there was no way in hell he was going to go to Jane for relationship advice. She'd probably... skin him alive or something. If he were still alive, that is. Knowing Jane, she'd still figure out something. She's... scary like that.

Helen just shakes his head and sends The Puppeteer off, telling him to figure things out himself. What fun.

So, that's how The Puppeteer finds himself here in his workshop, mindlessly tapping his desk and staring blankly at the wall, too caught up in his own thoughts to be aware of his surroundings.

"—ello? Hello?"

He's dragged out of his thoughts by the sound of someone speaking, and he blinks at the sight of someone waving their hand in front of his face. A slight sense of annoyance sparked inside of him, but it withered away the moment he realized it was just [Y/n] trying to get his attention.

"You feeling okay? You were pretty zoned out there," [Y/n] says, worry clear in their expression as they rest a hand on his shoulder.

The Puppeteer should brush off their concern, he thinks. There are actually a lot of things he should do.

He should break up with them.

He should feed off their misery.

He should kill them.

He should treat them the way he treats everyone else.

He should.

But he doesn't.

He can't.

With all the thoughts clouding his mind and the emotions he thought to be long dead burning in his chest, he really isn't fit for conversation. Who knows what he might end up saying? It could lead to something—

"I love you."

—that it shouldn't lead to.

Well fuck.

[Y/n] was certainly caught off guard by the confession as well, seeing as they pulled their hand away from them from the sheer force of shock. He supposes he can understand why they're shocked. He doesn't say stuff like this. He's never told them that he loved them.

Their silence only served to make him more antsy than he already was, and he cleared his throat, "Right, well, I'm busy, so you need to–"

The Puppeteer's words were cut off as [Y/n] put their hand on the back of his neck and pressed their lips against his own. It was certainly an effective way to shut him up, that's for sure.

He didn't even get a chance to kiss back before they were pulling away, so very obviously flustered by their own actions as they stumble over their words for a moment.

"I love you too." They finally manage to say, trying and failing to suppress the little smile forming on their oh so beautiful face.

And oh. Oh.

"I'm never going to be able to let you go now..." He mumbles, trying to force back his own smile as he pulls them down for another quick kiss.

He really is in love.

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