{ Fallacious Smile } Dark!Spain x Reader

|| never let a smile pick your perspective of a person. you’ll be surprised to find out what is behind it .  .  . ||


You choked back a sob as the man caressed your soft skin with his battle axe. The dark smiles being ever so present upon his lips, making your fear grow much worse. How was it that this once optimistic, cheerful, wonderful boyfriend you have grown to love had turned into this … monster? You out of all people ,especially knew about his dark past, but just pushed past it/


“Isn’t it beautiful, [Name]? I just had it sharpened. It could easily slice through the throat of any living being with just one swing~ Here I’ll show you!~”


You could feel the cold air brush against your face as he swung the axe, dangerously close to your neck. Bitter tears began to fall down your face as little sound came out of your mouth, it being wrapped around with a cloth and all making it impossible to let out any source of words.


“Shh hermosa, no need to cry. We are here, together now! Be happy, si?”


His Spanish accent was evident through every word dripping from his tongue. Antonio began to kiss away the tears falling down your face. You tried moving your face away, struggling to loosen the tight rope wrapped around your wrist.


“Mmm? What is it, [Name]? Do you not like me kissing you? Silly me, of course you do~ . . .Do you?”


To scared to think of the consequences if you were to make the Spaniard angry, you quickly nodded in reply.


“You better be telling the truth [Name]. Blood is always a hassle to scrub of my rugs.” Antonio muttered angrily, before turning back to his once insane cheerful self. A dark gleam being present in his emerald green orbs, “Actually, I've been thinking about putting floor instead. With you I'll have a reason to not procrastinate anymore~ Aww, thank you!"


[Name]’s eyes widened as more tears began to spill from her [e/c] eyes. He frowned took his axe from the table. He gave you a psychopathic grin, holding his axe in front of his body before saying,


“Oh mi amor. Do not look at me with does eyes! I’m not crazy, my reality is just different from yours.~”


And as he swung his axe, your eyes quickly snapped open as you sat yourself up from your bed. Panting and sweating heavily, you checked your body for any wounds. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you realized it was just a nightmare.


Turning your gaze over to the sleeping brunette in tomato footie pajamas, you chuckled softly at his goofy grin being present on his features. At least somebody was having a nice dream. After getting up to drink some water, you made a vow;



                                                                Never again will you watch a Spanish horror movie before bed again.