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Return of a Favor

This is another addition to the, Love Through the Ages collab by @kentopedia. It is a piece inspired by the Japanese Folk Tales Tsuru no Ongaeshi ( "Crane's Return of a Favor"). Nanami x fem reader

Takes place in Edo era ish but def not that accurate Hope you enjoy lovelies!~

6.6k Warning this contains MATURE material. Please MDNI!!! 18+!!!! Contains a little blood, SMUT, pregnancy, and babies.

Snow billowed around the man as he walked. The harsh weather had drained his energy, slowing his movements. The basket's ropes uncomfortably dug into his shoulders as he trudged. Breathing heavily, he struggled against the resistance of the snow with each step. Eventually, he lost his balance and tumbled into the soft white blanket. Getting up with a huff he brushed the snow off him, determined to get home.

The man walking was on his way home, returning after a day in the village market. The market day involved hard work and sweat, resulting in minimal earnings that barely covered his costs. He crafted small wooden items and sold his vegetables to the town. With the snow, it was hard to bring his cart into town. Still, he made enough for himself.

Struggling up the hill, the snow reached his knees, gradually decreasing in intensity as he climbed. The harsh wind blowing snow and rain has faded away. Soft flakes of snow descended upon him, offering a fleeting pause in the midst of his journey.

Immersed in the serene stillness, he marveled at the snow-draped trees and the quiet expanse of the landscape. Despite the hardships he has faced recently, he kept going. He knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, he found solace in the tranquility of the snow-covered landscape. The sense of accomplishment for making it through another day filled him with a quiet sense of pride.

In his moment of reflection, he was jolted back to reality by the sound of something crashing into branches and squaking nearby.

Piquing his interest, the man walked to where he heard the sound, curiosity winning him over. Pushing past the branches in his way, he cautiously walked forward.

In the bushes, not far from the path, lay a wounded crane. It weakly fluttered its wings on the ground, and an arrow was shot into one wing. Blood oozed from the wound, dyeing the feathers a deep crimson.

At the sight of the man, it squaked louder, trying to move away from him. The man approached slowly, speaking softly to try and calm the injured bird. He knew he had to act quickly to help save its life.

"Not here to hurt you, little thing." He spoke, hands raised to the small bird.

The crane continued to struggle to get away from the man. Their eyes were filled with fear. Slowly, the man went closer, taking his time to not scare the animal more. Seeing his calm nature, the bird began to calm down as well, watchful eyes on his form.

Still wary of the man, the crane tentatively allowed the man to approach and inspect its injuries. The man gently examined the bird, assessing the damage and figuring out the best way to help it.

Taking its wing into his hand, he saw the arrow; luckily, the wound didn't seem to bleed too much. With no other option, he petted the head of the crane, easing it for what he would do next.

The man carefully removed the arrow, causing the bird to let out a small cry of pain, floundering on the ground for a second as the man tried to calm it down. Ripping up a part of his robe, he began to tend to its wounds. The crane seemed to understand that he was trying to help; it looked at him with quizzical eyes. No longer was it fighting him, but instead, it seemed to trust him. The man felt relieved and reassured, knowing that he had successfully ensured the crane's safety in his care. He was happy he was close to home; the crane was in no condition to fly.

Now docile, the crane was easy for the man to carry back to his house, where he could provide it with proper care and attention.

The trek back home seemed faster, as he had a goal in mind now and the weather calmer. Going to his humble home he saw in the distance, it was a simple farmer's house; it was enough for him. It sat on a hill, overlooking the vast expanse of fields and forests. The man knew that the crane would have a peaceful and safe place to recover in his care.

Sliding back the doors, he gently placed the crane in a comfortable spot. In his home, there was a small table with worn cushions around it for tea across his kitchen. He had his room down the hall, along with a bathroom and spare room. While small, his home was cozy and filled with warmth. Quickly, he threw in another log to keep the fire going, moving the bird closer to rest next to him at the fire. Relaxing in his home, he rubbed his sore feet, sitting on an old cushion.

Glancing to the side, he was surprised to see the crane watching him from its bundle of blankets.

Tilting his head, he extended a hand, rubbing the top of the bird's head. It leaned into his touch, seemingly enjoying it. It gazed up at him with its big, grateful eyes. The man smiled, feeling a sense of peace and connection with the injured crane.

"You're a special bird, aren't you?" He whispered softly, feeling a sense of connection with the majestic creature. The crane closed its eyes in contentment, as if understanding his words.

"I'm sure you'll be ready to go back to the wind in no time. Just sit tight here for now. It may not be much, but it's home." He said this, patting the crane gently before slowly standing up and limping back to his own room. As he settled in for the night, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected companionship in the midst of his solitude.

The crane stayed with the man for a few months.

The injured crane kept the man company in his loneliness, bringing a sense of peace and connection to the man's isolated world. A routine of tending to their wound each night and sharing meals with it became a comforting ritual for the man, creating a bond that transcended words. It often lay with him as he read, a skill his Danish grandfather taught him. The two enjoyed their time together. The crane's presence brought a sense of purpose and joy to the man's otherwise solitary existence.

This, of course, came to an end eventually.

Returning from another day in the market, he found the crane had left, a single feather left behind where it slept. While the man felt a pang of sadness at the bird's departure, he knew that their time together had brought him comfort and companionship when he needed it most. As he looked at the feather in his hand, he couldn't help but smile at the memories they had shared.

Little did the man know, the crane would remember this favor for the rest of its days, wishing to repay him.

~_~_~

Spring was now approaching, which was a relief for the man.

The cold, barren winter is becoming a memory. He would enjoy this time while he could before it rolled around again as a cruel reminder. A gentle breeze rolled through, swaying the branches of trees nearby.

The man relaxed in his home, screen doors open, sitting on the tatami mats.

His home had seen better days. The roof had a few leaks, and the walls were showing wear. But the man didn't mind, as long as he had a roof over his head. He was grateful for the simple life he led, surrounded by nature and the sounds of the countryside.

The setting sun beamed down on him in a pleasant warmth with a chill of the breeze, bringing a sense of peace and contentment to his heart. It was growing darker, but the man felt a sense of serenity enveloping him, knowing that he was exactly where he belonged. The soft glow of the lanterns inside his home beckoned him to come in and rest for the night. The man closed his eyes, taking in the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling, grateful for the beauty that surrounded him.

Opening his eyes, he expected to see his small garden, but he was met with the sight of a woman walking along the road.

Tilting his head, he stood up as he squinted to get a better look at the unfamiliar figure. The woman looked lost, and he felt a sense of duty to offer her assistance in finding her way.

Seeing him, she seemed to brighten just at the sight, hurriedly walking faster. This confused him, his shoulders tensing as the woman came closer.

She was indeed beautiful, a rare sight in this secluded area. Wearing white, plain robes that served her no justice, her hair was done in a simple braid. As she approached, he noticed the desperation in her eyes, making him wonder what could have led her to this remote place. Despite his initial hesitation, he decided to approach her with a welcoming smile, ready to offer his help.

"Hello, sir." She greeted him with a polite bow of her head. "I seem to have lost my way; would you be able to point me in the right direction?"

"It's awfully late for a woman like you to be out." He said, in a deep voice, as he stepped off his porch, smiling at her softly. "I can help you find your way back, but it's not safe to be wandering for either of us at this hour."

She smiled back at him, looking at him with such affection that his heart skipped a beat. He felt a sense of familiarity in her eyes, but he shook it off. He would have remembered meeting a beauty like her.

"Thank you for your concern, sir," she replied, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "I would appreciate your guidance back to town."

"I only say this in concern for your safety, but it's not best to travel in the dark, even in this part of the country. Bandits still lurk about." He starts, never leaving her eyes, getting immersed in them, lost in the moment with her. "May I offer my home for the night? I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing I left you to fend for yourself, and I can take you first thing at sunrise."

"That is very kind of you, sir," she said with a smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "I would be grateful for your hospitality."

With a stutter and flushed face, she introduced herself, and her name sounded like a melody to his ears.

"It's a pleasure to meet you; my name is Nanami Kento."

Nanami extended his hand toward her, a warm smile gracing his lips as he welcomed her into his home. The night was filled with laughter and conversation, with a bond forming between them that felt like fate.

~_~_~

Since their meeting, Nanami and the woman have only seemed to get closer. She had always talked to him on her journey home from town. He often invited her to dinner when the hour was late.

Nanami had grown quite fond of her. In the short time that he knew her, Nanami felt his feelings grow for her. She was attentive and soft-spoken, yet her strong determination was something he found incredibly attractive. Her heart was as kind as her smile, and Nanami found himself drawn to her more and more with each passing day. Their connection felt effortless, as if they had known each other for a lifetime.

Gaining the nerve to ask her to marry him, he prepared a token of his affection. Using his skills, he carved an intricate hair pin with images of birds and flowers intertwined in the design, symbolizing their blossoming love. As far as he knew, she was unwed with no family in town. While he had little to his name, he was determined to make her happy and provide for her in any way he could. He hoped that she would see his sincerity and accept his offer of courtship.

Waiting at a nearby river overlooking the village, he played with a small bouquet of wildflowers he had picked for her, rehearsing in his mind what he would say when she arrived. The sound of her approaching footsteps filled him with a mix of excitement and nervousness, yet he was prepared to express his feelings for her. Still, he hid the bouquet behind his back.

She quickly walked to him, smiling brightly at him as she called his name. The flowers were in full bloom over them, and the petals fell around them.

Sitting with him on his blanket, she begins to ask about his day. He took a deep breath, feeling his nerves dissipate as he looked into her eyes. As they talked, he found himself captivated by her every word, grateful for the opportunity to share this moment with her. Speaking her name, he got her attention, feeling a tad guilty for interrupting her.

"I have something I want to give you." He showed her the flowers and hairpin, his cheeks red from the action.

She looked at him in shock, mouth agape, as she reached out to take the gifts.

"I have come to realize how much you mean to me," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I wanted to show you how much I care."

Tears formed in her eyes at his heartfelt words. The gifts were now in her lap. Her own heart fluttered with her emotions.

"I don't have much, but I can provide you with food, a roof over your head, and love until the end of our days." He said that he was now holding her hands.

Smiling, she leaned forward, looking into his eyes which were warm pools of amber and dark chocolate, golden in the sunlight. His blonde hair was blown in the breeze, and the smell of cherry blossoms wafted around them.

"And that's all I need," she replied softly, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude for his simple yet heartfelt offer. The love in his eyes reflected her own feelings, creating a bond that she knew would last a lifetime.

Overwhelmed by emotions, Nanami cupped her face, connecting their lips in a tender, loving kiss.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as they embraced each other, cherishing the love that bound them together. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of happiness and affection.

~_~_~

The two married in a humble ceremony, one that was attended by only his closest friends and family but was filled with an abundance of love and joy. At the village shrine, the priest blessed their union, sealing their commitment to each other in the eyes of the divine. Nanami kneeled beside her, and the both of them took sips of their sake.

Nanami wore his father's haori with a loose gray hakama. He felt the heavens bless him with the one beside him.

She wore a simple, pure white kimono with an outer robe and a crane on the front of it, symbolizing longevity and good fortune in their marriage. It was the same robe that his mother wore on her own wedding day, a gift from her, passing down a tradition of love and happiness. The wooden hairpin he gifted her sat proudly in the updo his mother helped her create, showcasing the intricate design.

He couldn't give her the lavish gifts he desired, but she was happy. They had food together near the river where he proposed. His family happily cooked and helped prepare the meal, celebrating the union of their loved ones. The simple act of sharing a meal together by the river symbolized their commitment to each other and the beginning of their lives.

The couple sat together, enjoying the night as one. Their hands intertwined, the sound of laughter and music filling the air. As they looked into each other's eyes, they knew that their love was all they needed to start their new life together.

Later on that night, when everyone had departed, they went into his home—no, their home—as a couple now.

Shyly, he looked around his room. Tonight was to be the night they became one in every sense of the word. The room seemed to glow with a warm light from the candles, reflecting the love that filled their hearts.

They kneeled before each other, still in their last layer of clothes. Her hair flowed down on her shoulders now, draping her in a soft, romantic aura. His hands trembled slightly as he reached out to touch her face, a mixture of excitement and nervousness in his eyes. They both knew that this moment would change their lives forever.

Moving closer to him, she let him cup her face, her eyes gleaming at him with love and excitement.

"Do you wish to spend the rest of your life with me?" She whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "Even though I may not be the wife you always dreamed of, I promise to love you with all my heart."

He gazed into her eyes, his heart full of certainty, as he replied, "Yes, I do. I will cherish you always and forever, no matter what the future holds. With no regrets."

Leaning closer, he takes her lips in a kiss, growing more passionate with each passing second. The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the moment, savoring the love that bound them together. Their hearts beat in unison as they shared a tender kiss, sealing their commitment to each other.

Gaining courage, he pushed her to lay on the futon, his hands tenderly traveling her body. Unraveling her kimono with a gasp from her lips, his calloused hands felt the softness of her flesh for the first time.

As their passion ignited, they became lost in each other, their bodies entwined in a dance of love and desire. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the connection they shared. Their clothes were shed, and the two of them were bare under the moonlight.

Gazing down at her, he lost himself in her beauty. She laid bare before him, cheeks flushed from their kisses. Her bare breasts were littered with marks he made. Legs on either side of his waist, the two of them ready to become one.

"I've never…" Nanami started, his cheeks a bright red, as he was about to confess his virginity to her. But before he could finish his sentence, she placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.

"You don't need to say it," she whispered, her eyes filled with understanding and affection. "I've never done this either."

Her confession eased his nerves, knowing they would explore this new experience together without any pressure or expectations. They both smiled, their hearts filled with excitement and anticipation for what was to come. Cupping his face, she brushed hair from his eyes and leaned in for a kiss, their tongues dancing together in a symphony of desire.

Clasping her hand, he rubbed himself on her slick cunt. His length was soaked in their mutual desire, aching for the moment they would finally become one. Making eye contact, she nods to him, silently communicating her readiness and eagerness to take the next step in their relationship.

Pushing forward, he held her hand tight, her eyes clenched from the slight pain she experienced. As he entered her, he let out a groan, resting his head in the crook of her neck from the sensations. His lips peppered kisses on her collarbone, giving her a moment to adjust to the new feeling. Whispering sweet nothings in her ear, he assured her of his love and devotion. His hands rubbed her body soothingly to relax her, resting on her hips.

She panted for air, her heart racing in her chest as he leaned back from her. With warm eyes looking down at her with a mixture of desire and tenderness, he whispered, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, feeling a wave of emotions wash over her at the intimacy they shared in that moment. Feeling the pain begin to subside, she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him down to kiss her with a newfound sense of urgency and passion, moving his hips against him. Moving his arms up, he rested on his elbows on either side of her head. Hips thrusting against her with ease at the growing intensity of their connection, he whispered, "I've got you."

She melted into his touch, feeling safe and desired in his embrace. The world faded away as they embraced, cherishing the connection they had found in each other's arms. Their room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the scent of their shared passion, creating a bubble of intimacy that enveloped them both. As they continued to explore each other's bodies, they both felt their end was coming. Their eyes locked together, focusing solely on one another.

With a final surge of emotion, they surrendered to the overwhelming wave of desire, their souls intertwining in a moment of pure bliss before they collapsed into each other's arms, breathless and content. The world outside ceased to exist as they lay entwined, savoring the fleeting ecstasy of their love. Nanami moved to lay beside his wife, laying a blanket over them, gently brushing her hair away from her face and whispering words of love and gratitude.

"I love you." He declared, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

"I love you too, Kento." She responded, her voice barely above a whisper.

The couple held each other close, cherishing the quiet moment of connection before they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

~_~_~

Kento felt pure happiness.

For years now, he has been married to the love of his life. Their time together strengthened their bond each day. No matter the poor condition of their house or the challenges they faced, their love remained unwavering.

With the cold months coming, Kento spent more time out in the fields. He could already feel the chill in his bones from the season changing. The brown leaves on the trees are beginning to fall from the branches. Gathering food to stock up on or sell. The cold, brisk air filled his lungs as he worked tirelessly, knowing that every moment spent away from his beloved was worth it for their future together. Nanami's heart swelled with gratitude for the life they had built, knowing that their love would always be the foundation of their happiness.

Raising a hand to his face to wipe his sweat, he gazed at his wife.

She sat on the porch, sewing a quilt, her hands moving skillfully as she hummed a familiar tune. Her bump was beginning to show in the life they had created together, a reminder of the love that bound them. Kento couldn't help but smile, grateful for her presence in his life and the warmth she brought to their home. As the sun began to set, he joined her on the porch, cherishing these simple moments of peace and contentment together.

Suddenly, a harsh feeling came into his chest. He felt as if he were being torn from the inside, waiting for it to erupt from him. Buckling over, he coughed into his hand, shakily looking at it. His wife immediately ran to his aid, rubbing his back in circles as she kneeled next to him to assist him. Brows furrowed in concern on her sun kissed face.

"Kento?" She called, her face paling as she looked at him. Blood dribbled down his chin, covering his hand.

~_~_~_~

A sickness furrowed its claws deep into him.

The village doctor allowed them both some time to consider; there were treatment possibilities, but they required money. Something either of them didn't have much of. The doctor's words lingered in his mind, weighing heavily on his chest. Kento knew that life would never be the same again.

Looking at his wife, he held her hand tight, regret flowing through him for making her go through this. For not being better for her. He knew that look in her eyes; she was thinking hard, thinking of ways to fix this. Kento felt a sense of guilt and responsibility weighing heavily on his shoulders as he realized the gravity of the situation.

"Love, we'll get through this together," he whispered, trying to reassure her. But deep down, he knew that their journey ahead would be filled with challenges and sacrifices.

Turning to him, she had that same smile—the same one he'd grown to adore the last few years. Years filled with absolute happiness.

"We will, Kento." She affirmed, leaning to rest her forehead against his. ~_~_~

The look of love never once changed in her eyes for him. Not once.

Even as she watched him struggle with the changes, he went from a strong man who could sow their entire field in less than a day to a man needing help being fed. Things like pity, regret, or resentment never crossed her mind.

A horrible cough wracked Kento's form, one that made her heart ache with worry. She held him closer, dabbing his face more with a damp cloth to ease the fever that had come on in the middle of the night.

"You should run off with the money we have. Stop wasting it on me." He chided her, still leaning on her as she cared for him. But she shook her head, determined to stay by his side no matter what. "Even with a child, I'm sure you'd find someone else. Someone worthy."

"I'm not going anywhere, Kento. We'll get through this together," she whispered, her voice filled with unwavering love and devotion. Kissing his forehead, she gently held him, caressing his damp hair until he fell asleep. His hand rested on her stomach, as if still trying to protect the life growing inside her.

The winter storm raged outside, and the two of them were bundled in their warm blankets, finding solace in each other's presence as they faced the uncertainty of the future together. The crackling fire in the fireplace provided a sense of comfort and warmth amidst the howling winds outside. Nanami's chest rose and fell with each calm breath. He looked at peace, despite the pain and uncertainty that surrounded them.

She vowed to find a way to help him, no matter the cost.

~_~_~

For several nights, she spent her time weaving delicate silk tapestries and silk panels she knew she would be able to sell at the market to support them through the difficult times ahead. The intricate designs and vibrant colors were a labor of love, a symbol of their unwavering bond and determination to overcome any obstacle together.

While being unable to do hard labor, she spent countless hours caring for her husband while also making the beautiful tapestries that would give her the money to buy the medicine.

The night before the market day, she stayed up late adding the final touches to her creations, knowing that their success was crucial for their survival. As the first light of dawn broke through the window, she felt a sense of hope and determination that they would make it through this challenging time together.

~_~_~

Spring is approaching now. The last month of winter began to thaw, bringing with it the promise of new beginnings and opportunities. His sickness weakened the strength he had. Each day, his wife cared for him with unwavering dedication, no matter how much he tried to push her away. Her bump is now bigger, and she can feel the baby kicking more frequently.

"It's pointless getting the medicine." He frowned, looking away from her as she bathed him. "It's pointless staying with me."

She simply stopped humming, continuing to wipe his chest, a frown on her face as she sat in front of him in the bathtub. The steam of the bath fogged the small room, enveloping the two in a sense of warmth and intimacy. Despite his words, she couldn't bear the thought of leaving him alone in his time of need.

"My love, no matter what you say, no matter how foul you try to be, I'm staying." She said, "We both are."

Tears filled his eyes as he understood the extent of her love and dedication. Despite his protests, she remained by his side, a beacon of hope in his darkest days.

Another cough racked his form, and attentively, she helped rub his back as he coughed. Only once her hand dropped the towel to cup his face did he notice her fingers. They were wrapped in bandages, blood seeping through from the cuts.

"What happened to your hands?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

She smiled softly and explained, "Just a minor kitchen mishap, nothing serious to worry about."

The profound love and sacrifice she showed left him speechless. Gently, he lifted her hand to his face, pressing a kiss to the tips of each finger. Tears finally went down his cheeks; months of bottling them up were finally released in that moment of vulnerability. He realized then just how much she truly meant to him.

"I'll be better for you," he promised, tears streaming down his face. "I love you more than words can express."

She squeezed his hand gently, feeling the weight of his promise in her heart.

"You've done more than enough. I love you more than you'll ever know," she whispered, feeling grateful for his vulnerability and honesty.

He sobbed in her arms, pressing his face against her wet chest as sobs wracked his form. She held him close, whispering words of comfort and reassurance as he let out all his pent-up emotions in her embrace.

~_~_~

After making tapestries for hours, she had finally made enough for the stronger medication Kento needed.

With a breath of relief, she left the doctor's office, holding the vial of medicine close to her chest. She knew that the medicine was their last hope for his recovery, and she was willing to do whatever it took to ensure he got better. As she walked home, her heart was heavy with worry but also filled with determination to see him healthy again.

In her anxiety, she felt a harsh kick; her little one was quite active as of late. Her late nights working and taking care of Kento made her realize the importance of taking care of herself and her unborn child. She knew she needed to find a balance between caring for Kento and ensuring her own well-being during this challenging time.

~_~_~

Kento seemed to be getting better each day.

His health was slowly regaining strength, and now he was able to tend to the small weeds in the garden. The fresh air and sunlight seemed to invigorate him, giving hope that they would indeed overcome this challenge together. As she watched him work in the garden, she felt a sense of gratitude for every moment they had together.

Her own health, however, only got worse. Bags were under her eyes, and she had lost weight. A concern for the doctors, especially with her due date being later than most women. As the flowers began to bloom outside, she prayed for a miracle to keep him by her side a little while longer.

"Kento! Come take a break, my love." She called out, reaching for him on the porch.

Kento looked up from his task and smiled warmly at her, setting down his gardening tools before walking over to her.

"I'm almost done here, love. Let's sit together for a while," he said gently, wrapping his arms around her as they sat on the porch, enjoying the peaceful moment together.

Nuzzling into her neck, he whispered sweet nothings, reminding her of his unwavering love and support. The warmth of his embrace was the only medicine she needed to feel better in that moment.

"You should be sleeping." He reminded her, concern on his face as he looked over her.

Waving her hand dismissively, she leaned into his chest, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

"I'll sleep soon, I promise. But right now, I just want to be here with you," she murmured softly, closing her eyes and savoring the moment of peace and comfort they shared together.

Her restlessness seemed to melt away as she focused on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a soothing lullaby that calmed her racing thoughts. In that moment, she knew that with him by her side, she could face anything that came their way.

"I was thinking of names." He said it with a grin, looking down at his wife resting on his chest.

"Names ?" She lifted her head to look at him with curiosity, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The anticipation of starting a family together filled their hearts with joy and excitement for the future.

"For a boy, Yoshiharu." He spoke, rubbing her hair gently. "For a girl, I was thinking of Miu."

She met his gaze, nodding in agreement at the two names.

"Those sound lovely."

~_~_~

Their child is born on a rainy spring day; she screams into the world, lungs full of life. Her chubby cheeks are pink, and her tiny fingers grasp at the air. The sound of her cry fills the room, bringing tears of happiness to their eyes as they welcome their daughter, Miu, into the world.

"She's perfect." Kento whispers, kissing his wife's forehead as they both marvel at the miracle before them.

Tears of joy fall down the couple's faces. Their hearts are full as they hold their precious daughter for the first time, feeling a love like no other. The room is filled with a sense of overwhelming love and gratitude as they begin their journey as a family of three.

~_~_~

Miu grows strong in the coming months, as does her father. The weather was not as hot anymore, leaves begin to fall. The sickness is all but gone from him now.

All would be well, or so he thought.

Even after the birth, his wife's health did not seem to get better. His wife continues to weave in the late hours of the night, determined to keep her family safe and healthy. No matter how much he begged for her to get rest, she continued. She was scared of not having him in her life. Scared of losing him to the sickness. As the days passed, her exhaustion became more apparent, but her determination never wavered. The love she had for her family was evident in every sacrifice she made for their well-being. Fingers were raw from the endless threading and weaving.

Having awoken in the middle of the night, Kento frowned. He had reached over to his wife's side but only felt the cold sheets. Groggily, he sat up, rubbing his eyes as he looked around the room. It was dark, save for the moonlight streaming in from his window.

His daughter slept in her cradle peacefully. He smiled at the sight. She looked like a carbon copy of his wife, but she had his eye shape, skin tone, and mannerisms. The girl never cried for much and slept through most of the night, something they were beyond grateful for.

Carefully, Kento steps out of the room, walking down the hall to find his wife.

The only things heard were crickets outside and the wooden loom being moved. As he approached the spare bedroom, he had a gut feeling something was wrong. His hand shook as it hovered over the screen handles. Ignoring it, he carefully slid open the door, seeing a shocking sight.

There sat his wife with her robes pulled down, and her arms were wings now. White, beautiful feathers were scattered around her, blood seeping from her arms and back. Feathers gathered into a basket in front of her, the loom glimmering with silk. Threads. She had been making the tapestries and silk panels from her own feathers all this time.

His beloved wife was an enchanted being, able to switch between human and avian forms. Shocked and heartbroken, he realized the sacrifices she had made to be with him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he kneeled infront of her.

With tears in her eyes, she covered her body from him, ashamed he had found out. Her transformation was a secret she had kept hidden out of fear of rejection. Seeing the feathers closer, he recognized them; it was the crane's feather, the very same one he saved years ago.

"Look away!" She cried out, crawling away from him, not looking him in the eyes. Bloody hands clasped around her robes.

He only looked at her with love, hands raised, just like when they first met.

Kneeling down on the ground to be less intimidating, he gently reached out to touch her hand, a silent gesture of understanding and acceptance. She hesitated for a moment before finally meeting his gaze, seeing only compassion and support reflected back at her.

"It's just me, love." Kento reached out to her, gently touching her shoulder, trying to reassure her. She looked at him fearfully, her chest heaving with each panicked breath.

"Please, don't," she whispered, tears streaming down her face, her body shaking. Tearing herself from his gaze, she turned around, transforming into her crane form, and flew out the open window.

He ran after her, stopping at the window where he watched her soar into the night sky, yelling her name out.

As she disappeared into the darkness, he whispered a silent prayer for her safety and well-being, knowing that she would always have a special place in his heart. Tears went down his face, knowing her secret didn't change the love he felt for her. If anything, it only deepened his admiration for her strength and beauty. Sobbing, he collapsed onto the floor, thinking he had lost her forever.

~_~_~

Months disappear in the blink of an eye.

Miu is nearly one, and he still finds himself looking out the windows every night, hoping to catch a glimpse of her flying by. The memory of her departure still lingers in his heart, a bittersweet reminder of the love they shared.

Sitting by the river with his daughter, he lets out a sigh, looking up at the sky with a forlorn look. He felt a gaping hole in his heart, one that would never be filled. With the sun beginning to set, he picks up Miu. The girl was sweet, her laughter filling the air as they walked back home together. The ache in his heart slowly begins to heal, knowing that she will always be a part of him, no matter where she may be.

Just as he almost makes it up the hill, a feather falls down before him. Curiously, he leans down and picks it up, inhaling a sharp breath once he recognizes the feather in his hand. Without a second of hesitation, he begins to run to his home, his daughter laughing gleefully at the change of pace.

He bursts through the door, finding a familiar figure in a white kimono waiting by the window, their backs turned from him. The figure turns his way, a smile on their lips—the same one he loves and misses dearly. Tears well up in his eyes as he rushes forward to embrace them. Miu looked at them curiously as they cupped their father’s face.

"Hello Kento."

Hope you enjoyed!! I was gonna go with the OG sad ending but my heart couldn't

Lol very vanilla and lovey dovey. Crane lady got saved by a handsome farmer and went ‘I shall bear your children and love you forever’ and I mean, that’s fair

#AHHH THIS WAS WONDERFUL !!! i apologize that it took me so long to read #but very well worth my wait <3 #i haven't heard this folktale before but it was so magical #its perfect for kento :( hes so selfless and caring #it was so sweet !!! and im so glad they found each other once again at the end #and your writing is beautiful and so seamless #you made it flow so wonderfully with all the different jumps in time and scenes #i adored reading it very much <33 kento deserves to be loved so dearly #thank u so much for sharing and joining my collab again :))#five stars 🍷 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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content & warnings: fem!reader, set in medieval europe but the dialogue might be modern (sorry), bandit!toji, nobles!sukuna&geto, (sukuna is your father/geto is your husband) dark themes (emotional and familial abuse, extreme violence, blood, gore, mental ableism, classism, misogyny, kidnapping, suicide, major character deaths) smut, angst and tragic ending

author’s note: my entry to @kentopedia’s love through the ages event! the artwork for this cover is a painting called ‘Annunciation’ by Jan van Eyck // mdni banner credit to @/cafekitsune. this is a toji fic but the reader and him don’t really have a romance in this which is kinda funny but hey!

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You were surrounded by rotten people. You knew that all too well.

Gaining some self-awareness around the tender age of six when you watched your father — the esteemed noble Ryomen Sukuna send a teenage mother to her death for stealing crops for her two starving children.

His estate was a den of vipers, to say the least.

Father was merely a term. Yes, he was the one who bred your mother to give birth to you but your mother was trial and error in his quest to birth a male heir.

He was barely around which was for the better. He couldn’t even remember your name out of the countless children he had scattered across the land.

Yet — even with his absence, everybody within that cesspool of deceit and malice worshipped the ground he walked on. He hated you. So they despised you.

Despite his general dislike towards you, he viewed you as leverage. As a beautiful young woman from high nobility, you did have some sort of use.

He had been eyeing land from the Geto family for a long time and had butt heads with the head of the clan.

So you were shifted off by your father to marry their eldest son — Geto Suguru. It was a bit of a leap to go from not even having a taste of romantic relationships to suddenly having a lavish wedding ceremony.

You hadn’t even spoken to the man until you left in the carriage away from the church that was meant to bring you to your new home.

Some of the elder women in your family in the days upcoming to your wedding reminded you that husbands expected consummation of marriage on the first night.

Nervous was an understatement. Suguru was a handsome man.

Inky black tresses that fell past his back, smile though mischievous like a cunning fox still radiated warmth in the otherwise arctic banquet hall, full of hateful glares.

You were thankful as shallow as it sounded to be betrothed to somebody in your age group, he was soft-spoken with a voice reminiscent of honey with how sweet and soothing it was, and for the most part, he was considerate.

“…So, here we are,” Suguru said with a half smile as you sat on the edge of the four-posted emperor bed. “Married life.”

The bed was draped in sumptuous silks and velvets of crimson and scarlet hues. Soft pillows and cushions, plump as it was stuffed with the finest feathers.

You gave him a nod instead. His eyes flickered to your hands anxiously wringing.

“Is something wrong?” He questioned, voice laced with concern.

You cleared your throat. Women were meant to be seen and not heard, that was the general mindset of your family.

“…Are you going to make love to me?” You asked rather meekly, struggling to meet his eyes.

Suguru’s eyes immediately widened, a bewildered look on his face. You barely spoke, and the first thing you talked about was sex?

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you. But there was a sense of distance between the two of you. He didn’t blame you whatsoever.

But it was disheartening all the same.

He crouched down and took your hands in his. The action made you instantly gasp.

“Would you want that?” He asked tenderly, his hazel eyes boring into your own.

It was never about what you wanted within the Ryomen dynasty. It was always to follow what he wanted.

Yet, here you were given the choice by a man you had just met. Albeit your husband, but the simple question made some of your apprehension melt away.

To make love to your husband in the eyes of the women in your family was a part of your duty as a wife.

“I…don’t exactly know what to do.” You whispered as your eyes fixed on the floor of the bedroom chambers.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You are my wife, and I intend to follow the vows I made to you thoroughly.” Suguru said, firmly.

“To love and to cherish.”

“But what if I want to?”

“So tell me that you want me to touch you. I need to hear it. From your lips.”

Your body was an inferno.

All senses were alight as you felt Suguru’s rigid and taut muscles press against you, panting as the room swirled around with the sinful noises of skin slapping, almost animalistic, low and guttural grunts from Suguru and salacious moans you didn’t even know were within you.

His breath ghosted along your skin which was slick with sweat.

His golden eyes reminiscent of the gold that adorned your neck earlier fixated on your own, piercing them as the pad of his thumb dragged along your soaked slit.

You drew a sharp intake of breath as you felt him part your wet heat, a pang of arousal shooting through you as he began to massage your sensitive nub that was aching from the way his cock dragged against your gummy walls.

Eyes rolling back, it ached at first but with the way his fingers interlaced with yours and his lips pressed against your temple with sweet whispers, it slowly but surely ebbed away, and morphed into pure ecstasy.

“I've got you.”

“I can't get enough of you.”

“Gods above, I love you.” He murmured as his hand was firmly planted on the nape of your neck, groaning and gasping as he lost himself in the sensations that rushed through his body.

From then on, Geto Suguru was your everything.

The façade of the man you were sure was your soulmate shattered before your very eyes.

You'd settled into the Geto estate smoothly. The maids sang your praises despite you assuring them there was no need to.

Suguru did everything in his power to make sure you were comfortable. The man was enraptured with you and it was a completely foreign feeling.

It was hard to adjust from being a black sheep to suddenly being the apple of somebody's eye. At first, you were reserved despite him making love to you like you were estranged lovers reunited after centuries on your wedding day.

But gradually, you came out of your shell. It was no longer a one-sided display of affection. You could kiss him in front of others without feeling shame.

Arms always linked. Hands always held. You were glued to his hip and he relished every moment of it. It was all he wanted.

Suguru was often preoccupied with his family affairs as he was now head of the clan after marrying you.

He made it known that he was deeply remorseful and the last thing he would ever want was to keep you alone. You were his beloved wife.

Nonetheless, you weren't perturbed. You weren't a person who craved companionship 24/7.

He promised to make it up to you. And that he did.

The two of you strolled through as you leant into him. He was so tall and broad, that the sunlight reflected on his features made him all the more handsome.

"Thank you for bringing me here, darling." You said gently as you squeezed him, earning a chuckle.

"No need to thank me, it is the least I could do, my love." He responded as he gazed at you with fondness in his eyes. "I've been meaning to show you around the place properly. I know it is rather large but there's still so much more."

Wordlessly, you rested your head against his shoulder. Suddenly, you felt him tense up as he stared at the labourers toiling in the fields.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

You'd never actually seen Suguru in any state of distress. In the months you'd been married, he was always in a state of bliss and content.

He released you and stormed over towards the grassy lands.

"What on Earth are you doing...?!" He barked out.

At first, you simply pursed your lips into a thin line. Yes, it was unfortunate to see Suguru yelling at the workers but that was the norm.

The rare times you'd saw your father, he did the same to those who tended to the fields.

But it was as if something had taken over Suguru. The workers' faces were drawn with exhaustion and despair but now they were cowering and pleading for mercy.

His words were venomous and cruel.

Your stomach began to churn, your beloved husband was morphing into the poisonous vipers you had once been suffocated within the Sukuna estate.

Instantly, your hands flew to cover your mouth as the blow echoed through the orchard.

Suguru had struck the little boy, no older than ten years old and sprung on him.

Everything was crashing down on you at once as the child's wail of pain pierced through the air.

You were blinded by love to the true nature of the man you had wed. Geto Suguru was no better than the rotten nobles you had been trapped with.

Without a second thought, you threw yourself between Suguru and the boy. Adrenaline pumping through your body, crouched as your hand gripped onto his wrist.

"That's ENOUGH!" You shrieked.

The little boy used you as a shield, clinging onto the skirts of your gown.

"You must understand. This is the way things are done here-"

"NO!" You yelled as you outstretched your arms in a protective stance. "I cannot and WILL NOT condone such cruelty. Not to anyone, especially not to innocent children, do you hear me?!"

Suguru's eyes were stormy as he yanked you up to face him.

"They are beneath us. What does it concern you how I speak to such peasants?" He said coldly. "Better yet, the same peasants I feed and shelter. They should be kissing the ground I walk on."

He was livid. The fact you had openly challenged him, undermining his authority.

"Let us leave." He said through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching.

The sudden spike of adrenaline had faded away, and you were back to being a fragile doll.

He dragged you away from the fields so harshly you thought your joint would pop out.

Suguru liked to spoil you when it was time to retire to your bedchambers.

He'd untie your hair, combing through it with an ornate golden comb.

Your haughtiness was more than evident. You'd given him the cold shoulder ever since you returned to the estate.

Praying he wouldn't lash out at the labourers for what you did. He returned for dinner and tried to pretend as if nothing had happened.

As you sat in the satin powder white nightdress, he'd uncork the ornate glass bottle of the homemade neroli scented lotion that was crafted towards your preference.

The gentle aroma should've soothed your senses however as Suguru did his ritual, gliding his fingers over your skin in circular motions, you shook your head and pushed his hand away.

The once-adored essence of bitter orange blossoms had now soured. Sullied by the image of Suguru's cruelty.

"I am trying to pamper my dear wife. May I?" He said with a teasing tone, but it was hard to miss the edge of his voice as he looked up at you.

"Is this a joke to you...?" You said harshly.

"Whatever do you mean?" He replied, feigning ignorance.

"You...hurt that child in front of me!" You cried out.

"Are you still harping over this? Christ woman, you're acting like you lived in squalor like them." Suguru said, beyond irritated.

He wanted nothing more than for you to drop this.

"Your father flung a mutt onto my family. Do you know that?" Suguru said harshly.

Your blood ran ice cold as the words seeped into your brain.

"...Excuse me?" You said, shakily.

"I was gracious enough to take you in. To marry you. He told us that your mother was one of his whores. Not even a wife."

It felt as if the four walls were closing in on you. As if you were shrinking before Suguru as he sneered at you.

Fangs sunk into your veins, and your blood was being filled with venom as he went on.

"...So why?" You could only muster out, voice cracking as your vision blurred from the hot tears pricking your waterline.

"I like a challenge." He retorted smugly. Almost pleased with himself that he had broken you.

Retribution for the way you had humiliated him back in the orchard.

"And you're not too bad on the eyes. You're beautiful but I expected after all my coddling you'd be an obedient housewife. I see I was wrong. Mutts always show their true nature in the end, no matter how much you pamper them. They bite."

Maybe it was dramatic to say.

As you stared up at the ceiling as Suguru was fast asleep, you were sure if it was possible...that last sentence caused your heart to blacken and wilt.

He had destroyed you, the same way your father had.

Nails chipped away. Hangnails, that’s what they were called? Against the pristine white snow, Toji’s red fingers contrasted.

Funny. He had many, many brushes with death.

He was sure even with one brush of death, he would stand right at the iron gates of Hell and feel flames lick at him.

Ironic how a man who was famed for slaughtering enemies on the battlefield loathed the metallic stench of blood.

His clothes had seeped and dried and his skin was slashed.

Looking back on his pitiful life, there wasn’t much to account for. He had no achievements.

He liked a good poem recitation if he ever came across a band of mercenaries around a campfire and strong alcohol.

Suddenly, he stirred at movement in his peripherals.

He had a sixth sense, it was a gift from his clan. The only useful thing they had given him.

“Old broad…are you gonna eat those?” He rasped out as the mouthwatering aroma of freshly baked buns wafted to his nose.

The elderly lady snickered to herself as she shook her head.

“I don’t think I can offer them to a boy whose guts are spilling out, can I?” She muttered as she crouched down to get a better look at him. “Bleeding all over my son’s grave.”

“I’m sorry…but it counts as a decoration?” Toji croaked out with a smug smile as he knocked his head back.

That was the last thing he remembered before he was submerged in complete darkness.

The woman sighed. It wasn’t unusual to come across corpses and half-dying people in this lawless land, stricken with war.

But there was a strange pang of sympathy that shot through her spine as her eyes raked over the man.

Jet black spikes reminiscent of thorns, body well defined with muscle and a scar on his lip. This was somebody’s son.

So, she headed back into the town and asked the blacksmith to fling onto the cart and drop the man into her cottage that was on the outskirts of the village.

Soon enough, the local doctor cleaned and stitched up his grave wounds.

“You realize this is a wanted man.” He spoke and peered at the woman, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose after he finished bandaging his abdominal area.

“Is that so?”

The doctor fumbled around his haversack and pulled out a bounty poster, handing it over to the woman.

“All the knights have been searching high and low for him. They say he alone has the strength of an army.”

“Wanted for what?” She questioned.

“Typical rogue. Was loyal to the King then went berserk, and slaughtered other men. Been on the run ever since.”

His head throbbed.

The bed creaked as he pushed himself up on his elbows but immediately winced as he felt a stinging sensation across his abdomen.

He was pretty sure hell did not have porcelain animal figures and doilies on the mahogany chest of draws.

The big man upstairs must’ve thrown him another chance. Most people would’ve jumped for joy at the prospect of living, but Toji thumped his head back onto the pillows.

He was ready for this wretched existence to end and it just wasn’t letting go any time soon.

“Ah, you’re awake.” A familiar voice called out as the door swung open.

It was the same elderly lady from the cemetery. Toji was bewildered.

He knew he was heavy. It was impossible that this woman carried him with his hulking figure.

“How did I get here?”

She shrugged.

“A friend of a friend.”

Toji tore off the patchwork quilt and attempted to clamber out of the bed.

Attempt since the second he moved, his abdominals were on fire.

“You’ll tear open your stitches. Lay back down and rest for goodness’s sake.” She scolded as she tucked him back in.

“Look lady, thanks for patching me up but I don’t need your damn help.” Toji scowled.

“That’s rich. From the man who was strung up like prized mutton at the damn butchers.” She frowned, a hand on her hip. “I could care less what you do when you recover but for now you’re in my care.”

There was no use in arguing back. She was right and besides, he was bedbound. His body had seemed to give up on him.

So like a toddler, he turned to face the wall and pulled the covers over his head. Signalling for her to take her leave.

He perked up when he heard the plate set on the bedside table. The same baked delicacies that had somehow resurrected him.

Listening wasn’t something Toji was known for. Stealth, yes. Ruthless, check.

But not listening.

Regardless, Toji followed the woman’s instructions on telling him to rest and recover. And soon enough, he slowly was back on his feet.

Not completely back to his full strength and abilities, but he could walk without collapsing in pain which was a perk.

One morning, he decided to make his way out of the small cottage. The lady was hunched over, tending to a growing vegetable garden.

“You’ll hurt yourself like that, y’know.” He spoke, leaning against the wall of the house as he crossed his arms.

“Funny coming from you.” She responded wryly as she straightened her posture as she turned to face him.

“I’m bein’ serious, lady.” He chuckled as he strode over towards her, taking the small gardening spade from her hands. “Here, lemme show you.”

She watched in awe as he began to extract the weeds with precision.

“Hunching over will do you damage in the long run, but it also is a bad position when it comes to dealing with these little fuckers.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone.

From then on there, every morning Toji nurtured the garden bed with his savior that had come in the shape of a petite elderly woman he never bothered to learn the name of until he returned to his full strength.

He only learned her name as he stood in front of the headstone, next to the one he had bled out on almost six months ago.

Leaving her home, he never expected to drop by and hear from nosy villagers she was found alone and rotting in bed due to the cruel working conditions a certain nobleman hailing from the Sukuna clan had imposed open her.

Listening, is not a strong suit but revenge? It came as natural as breathing for Toji Fushiguro.

Rumors swirled.

Nobody had seen you leave the bedchambers for weeks apart from Suguru, who wouldn’t even let the maids enter.

You lay in the bed that once was some sort of paradise, now a prison/

“I worry for you, my darling,” Suguru said plainly as you refused to face him, back turned. “You’re pushing my hand. I fear I may have to do what is done to disobedient mutts.”

Clutching onto the cushion tighter, you ignored him. Words could not capture how much you truly loathed this man.

Hearing his voice made you want to scrape your ears off.

In an attempt to humor him, you responded to his sick taunts.

“And what may that be?”

“I have more than enough witnesses to attest to your peculiar behavior over the past few weeks. You’ve lost your mind, darling. I think you are much better suited to a bedlam.”

That got your attention.

Slowly but surely you turned around to face him with a perplexed expression. The smile you had once loved dearly now made bile scratch at your throat.

“…What?”

“I have written to your father about it. He replied and said something about how your mother was just like you. Runs in the family it seems.” He chuckled.

Toji’s mind was foggy with the rancor of war. That often happened when he was caught up in bloodlust and the haze of battle.

He saw you sat cross-legged. Eyes widening at the fact you were unperturbed.

Did you not hear the commotion of him barging into the estate? The screams of horror? Vases and furniture being demolished?

“You that bastard Sukuna’s daughter?” Toji questioned.

You nodded.

“I murdered your husband,” Toji said bluntly. “Now I’m gonna hold you ransom.”

“…Okay.”

“The hell do you mean ‘okay’?” Toji frowned at your compliance. “You ain’t gonna put up a fight?”

You shrugged.

“You did me a favor. I detest both my father and husband.”

He pulled a face as you fluttered your eyes closed.

“What are you doin’?” He questioned.

“Aren’t you going to kill me next?” You responded nonchalantly.

“Put your damn clothes on and get out. I’m not killing my gambit.”

“…Gambit?”

“Yes lady. Don’t make me repeat myself, you got five minutes cos I’m torching this place soon.” Toji said firmly as he turned back around and headed out of the bedroom.

“Did you kill Suguru…honestly?” You asked as you followed after him.

“You think I’m bluffin’?” Toji snickered as the two of you descended the grand stairwell.

Despite not leaving your chambers after Suguru had branded you as a madwoman, the estate was nothing like the one you were once accustomed to.

Your nose wrinkled at the acrid scent of blood and decay. Once always bustling with staff, the silence was suffocating.

The tapestries Suguru always bragged about were now reduced to charred and shredded remnants, hanging in tatters.

Almost losing your balance as the bannisters were shattered. The man despite being responsible for the destruction in front of you grabbed your wrist to steady you as if by instinct.

The silverware and crystal shattered into a thousand pieces and scattered across the room, mixing with the sanguine and sticky fluid.

“Look, I’ll show you.” Toji said gruffly, you could’ve sworn there was a smirk on his lips.

It was easy to say that you wanted Suguru dead. He had caused you immense pain and suffering over the past few months.

But as Toji crouched down beside the pallid corpse, bunching a fistful of familiar charcoal flowing locks, terror struck your system.

It hadn’t been too long but the sight of his lifeless face caused tremors to wrack through your entire body. You lost balance and scrambled away.

“He was a pretty boy, mhm? Most spoilt heiresses I know get shipped off to some balding gramps.“ Toji chuckled darkly.

“…What’s the game plan here?” You questioned.

Thankful to be walking and amongst nature. Nobody would’ve thought almost an hour ago you were being taunted with the face of your dead husband by your kidnapper.

But you took it in stride.

“Eh? What’s it to you?”

“You might as well tell me.”

“You talk too much,” Toji muttered under his breath.

Night soon fell. He had let it slip this was at the fault of your father. You simply agreed.

Your father’s ruthless and callous actions had angered people over the years, and it was never out of the ordinary for the women and children to take the brunt for it.

“I’m not spoilt.” You said suddenly as Toji attempted to alight the firewood.

“Eh?” He responded. “That castle you were shacked up in begs to differ, princess.”

“You think just cos I was in that fancy place I was having a whale of a time? It was hell.”

“My heart weeps for you, it really does. But you have no idea how entitled you sound, rabbiting on to somebody like me.” He said harshly as he stood up from the log.

“We got a hell of a journey, tomorrow. So get some rest.” He settled on as he shed his armor off, slumping at the base of the oak tree to sleep.

The sickening sound of metal impaling flesh. It took you a moment to register that Toji had been caught off guard, and stabbed.

You froze as he sank to his knees and blood gushed from his stomach and splattered your emerald green dress.

“…Toji?!” You mustered out.

“Get the hell out of here!” He bellowed.

Shaking your head vigorously, you stepped closer to him. It was stupid, yes. You had no sword in his fight (quite literally) but you saw no reason to abandon him.

“What are you doing?!” He cried out before he succumbed to coughing out blood.

“I’m staying with you!”

“Are you crazy, woman?”

Tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Yes. I am.”

“There’s no arguing with you.” He grumbled, shaking his head.

You felt the same hand that had stabbed Toji attempt to drag you away.

“Lord Sukuna’s been looking for you all over the place.” The man guffawed as he wrenched your jaw. “Such a pretty little thing. Maybe I should keep you for myself-”

The man immediately released his grip on you and howled in pain as he instantly collapsed.

Ogling the scene, it seemed as if Toji had summoned the little that was left of his strength and chopped through the man’s ankle.

He released the most blood-curdling shriek you ever had heard from a grown man as you gaped at it all.

Yet more men came. It was endless.

You were going to be sentenced to your father’s wrath and fury. You knew he would blame you for this entire debacle.

He’d probably laugh at the fact you were considered a pawn when you truly meant nothing to him.

Crawling next to where Toji was bleeding out on the grassy land, you stroked his cheek.

“I thought I told you to get lost.” Toji muttered, losing blood rapidly.

“Thank you for everything…” You murmured as you snatched the dagger from his pouch.

“Y/N…what the hell are you doing..?” Toji gasped out, visibly frightened as you brought the blade to your throat.

“You’ve made me the happiest I’ve been…in a very long time.”

His eyes widened as the abhorrent sound of flesh being sliced filled his ears, blood gushing all over him as your body slumped over his chest.

It took him a moment.

You took your own life just to avoid going back there. The body temperature dwindling away.

Gone.

All Toji could do was bawl as your blood seeped through his clothes and mixed with his own. His fingers digging into your dress.

author’s note: hope you enjoyed this (sorry) reblogs and comments are very much appreciated if you enjoyed this 🩷

#NARA #first off i apologize for taking so long to read this #but this was incredible #YOUR STORYTELLING !!!!#im always immediately hooked #ahh the slow shift from thinking suguru had helped you escape sukuna only to find out he's just as bad #and the way he was so caring and gentle but then showed his true colors GAHHH #your characterization was spot on especially toji i can picture him in this role so easily #THE ENDING :(((#even though i read the tags LOL it caught me off guard but consider my heartbroken #they never even stood a chance #but i loved that even though their relationship formed out of bad circumstances they made each other happy sobsob #incredible as always <3 thank you for sharing beloved #five stars 🍷 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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