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nice-meanie · 2 months

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Lucifer Morningstar helping overworked s/o

A/N: I haven’t written in a while so im trying to get back into it again. Don’t be scared to shoot over a request - especially not for our fav short king

1.2k - Lucifer Morningstar x reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Warnings: fluff, very sweet, already established relationship

Overworked s/o gets some comfort and love from our all-time favourite Lucifer.

You walked to the hotel door with a painful ache in your neck. All the sitting around, reading documents and arguing with some wanna-be rich people about car prices made your neck and shoulders sore. With slumped shoulders and an annoyed look, you stumble into the newly rebuilt hotel. Greeting you with a beaming smile, Charlie hopped over to you:

“Hey y/n, are you ready for a team-building exercise of trust and friendship? Now that you are finished with work, you can join us!!!”

“Sorry, not today Char Char. It was an exhausting day at work”

Normally you loved helping out Charlie in the hotel and talking to the others, but today you just wanted to go die for the secound time on the couch. You shot a quick smile and waved at Lucifer, who smiled back with slight pity noticing your tired deminer.

You walked up the neverending set of stairs, which seemed to just get longer and longer. After finally reaching your and Lucifer’s bedroom you fumbled with your keys in your pocket and opened the door. You walked to the bedroom and clumsily opened the door. Seeing the sweat relief of the king-sized bed, you flopped your tired body on it and let out an aching moan. You looked around the room, letting your eyes glide over the hotel room, which was more like a small one-bedroom apartment. It seemed like the concept of time had disappeared. Everything began to feel like a blur and your brain got foggy from the exhaustion. Minutes felt like hours in your trance-like state, when you heard a small klick coming from the door. You couldn’t be bothered to pick up your head let alone your body, so you just slowly rolled your eyes in the direction of the sound waiting for the bedroom door to be opened. You thought it was someone who came to check up on you or even worse, ask you for a favour so you presumptuously let out an annoyed huff. What you didn’t expect was to see Lucifer at the foot of the door, opening it slowly and carefully as if not to wake up a newborn baby. Seeing your lovely partner made your heart flutter and a barely visible smile crept up on your face despite your crushed state.

Seeing hell’s King sneak around your bedroom to not wake you if you were asleep had something heartwarming about it. This gave you enough strength to barely pull yourself from your lying position into a sitting one, letting one of your legs dangle off of the edge of the bed while the other was resting on the bed folded near your body. A silent “oh shit” echoed through the room as your boyfriend walked up to you and sat next to you on the bed.

“I’m sorry honey. Did I wake you?”

“No, no, not at all. I was just… resting on the bed”

“You look beaten, are you alright? You need to start watching out for yourself more. I mean, no one should be this tired. What if someone attacked you and you were too overworked to fight back?!”

You chuckled at your worried man and let your head fall on the shoulder pad of his pearl-white suit. He tensed up from the sudden touch but quickly relaxed. His hand found their way to your hair stroking your head gently. He carefully lifted your head to remove his jacket and hat and threw them on the bed to make his shoulder more comfortable to lie on.

“It was a loooooong day. First, some overlord was pissy that the price of a car he wanted to buy went up and wanted to bargain it down. As if that wasn’t bad enough some imp came to argue that his insurance won’t cover the car damages after he tried to transport two horses and a hellhound in his minivan. He just wouldn’t understand how the insurance couldn’t cover the damages his fiasco made on the car!”

“I don’t understand why you keep doing this to yourself y/n! I mean you come home being tired to death after your job. Why don’t you just stay and work in the hotel? We’ve got plenty to get done so you won’t be out of work!”

“Luci, I can’t. I know my job has some downsides, but I’ve always loved cars. They are the only good memories I have left from Earth. I’m fine”

You said the last sentence through your teeth. You knew you weren’t fine and so did Lucifer, but you still tried to reassure him. He sighed and decided to let this argument go. He was worried sick from you working yourself to the bone and wanted to take your pain away, but he also knew that you were stubborn and wouldn’t listen to him. So he decided to take care of you once again. His hand crept up to your cheek replacing it with his shoulder and carefully slid behind you on the bed. You melted into his touch, savouring every last drop of love and affection he gave you. You moaned from dissatisfaction when the support of his shoulder was gone, but were nicely surprised by his hands gliding to your neck and shoulders and massaging them. You hummed at the release of tension in your muscles and let your head fall backwards with shut eyes. Lucifer couldn’t help but kiss your forehead gently flashing a smile at your satisfied face. Your eyes fluttered open and he let his hands slide lower across your whole back running circles. His fingertips and nails tickled your back. The painful fog in your brain started to lift and be replaced with gentle love. While savouring hell’s boss’ touch he snaked his hands behind your neck and legs picking you up effortlessly startling you. Your hands clutched onto his chest. It is still surprising how easily he can pick you up despite you being taller.

Carefully he walked over into the other room while you let your head rest on his body trying to get as close to him as possible as if you were afraid to lose him. While setting you down on the couch you cluched his arms almost anxiously.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You loosened your grip and sat up letting him slip behind you on the backrest of the couch. Lucifer kissed the top of your head letting you fall in his touch once more and resting your body between his legs. His hands slipped into your hair once more scratching your scalp softly and peppering your head with soft kisses. Taking care of you. Slowly you felt the stress of the day lifting. His hand slid over to your chin and pulled your face up. His back bent down and he planted a soft kiss on your lips. You let yourself get lost in the kiss and reached up to his head placing your hands on the side of his head pulling Lucifer deeper into the kiss. His golden hair tickled the tips of your fingers making you smile into the kiss. After pulling away your boyfriend gave you a gentle look and kissed your nose making you giggle softly.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you too Lucifer”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader hazbin #lucifer fluff #hazbin fluff

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nice-meanie · 3 months

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First of all, I absolutely LOVED this fic. But the antlers on the fire place - is that a reference to deer shedding their horns. So he keeps his shedded horns??

Hi I saw your request for Hazbin Hotel I watched it and I'm simping for Alastor and was wondering if you could do Alastor x fem or gn reader where Alastor uses his radio static like white noise to calm down the reader when they have sensitivity overload or a panic attack or just to destress sorry if this is worded bad

Radio Static || Alastor x GN!Reader

a/n: Hiya!! This was a super sweet request to make! I myself get easily overwhelmed, especially with big groups of people, and it's comforting to finally get away from all the noise and interactions! Please enjoy this cute little oneshot! Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Wordcount: 691 Cw: minor hazbin spoilers

It had nearly been a week since Sir Pentious was welcomed into the Hazbin Hotel, by none other than the princess of hell, Charlie. She had decided to throw a small little get-together to celebrate. The princess had such an eccentric, bubbly personality, it was hard to ever say no to her. You were never one for parties, your sensitivity to the constant noise, the vibrant colors, and the chaotic atmosphere sometimes became too much to bear. It was during one of these moments that Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, noticed your distress.

You had retreated to a quiet corner, trying to find solace in the midst of the infernal commotion. Alastor, ever perceptive to the emotions swirling around him, followed you with a keen interest. Seeing the subtle signs of your discomfort, he decided to offer an unconventional remedy.

Alastor approaches you with his trademark grin, his red eyes gleaming with an unusual warmth. "Why, what seems to be the matter, my dear?" he inquired, his voice holding that dazzling charm he always seems to have. You struggled to find the words, but the overwhelmed expression on your face spoke volumes. Sensing your need for relief, Alastor's grin widened, with the wave of his hand, he quietly motions for you to follow him. "Come now, don't you worry. I have just the thing for such occasions." He abruptly turns on his heel, delving deeper into the depths of the hotel.

You’re skeptical at first, but willing to try anything at this point, you decide to follow him. He leads you down a series of hallways, the sounds of the other patrons begin to slowly fade away as you walk. He stops in front of an intricately carved door; you didn't have much time to admire the craftsmanship before he opens it. You tilt your head to the side to peer over his shoulder. It seemed to be his private den. There's a little sitting area, in front of a small fireplace, which was adorned with all sorts of knickknacks, the most notable being a large rack of antlers mounted on the wall above, but what caught you off guard completely was the other entire half of his room, it was a swamp! Literally, the wood flooring splintered off into lush grass, and numerous cypress trees can be seen looming in the distance, the trunks covered in a thick moss.

Alastor steps to the side, politely gesturing for you to enter first. With slight hesitancy, you step inside quietly, taking note of all the framed pictures that hung on the wall.

His voice cuts through the silence "Sit, my dear. Allow me to ease your troubled mind," he motions to one of the empty padded chairs. You oblige, sitting down on the plush cushion. With the snap of his fingers, He conjures up his vintage radio, the static already emitting a soothing white noise. For a moment he fiddles with the dial, adjusting the frequency. Soft static filled the air, drowning out the overwhelming sounds from earlier. At first, it seemed odd, but as the white noise enveloped you, a surprising sense of calm washed over.

Alastor sat across from you, his eyes never leaving your face as he observed the way you slowly sank back into the padded chair. The radio static acted as a protective cocoon, shielding you from the sensory onslaught. His presence was oddly comforting, and you found yourself relaxing under the influence of the unusual but effective remedy.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence. You weren't entirely sure how much time had passed, minutes? hours?, the static acting as a barrier between you and the chaotic world. Alastor broke the silence with a soft chuckle. "Remarkable, isn't it? The power of a little radio magic."

You managed a grateful smile, genuinely appreciating the respite he provided. It was an unexpected yet strangely effective solution to your sensitivity overload. As the static continued its comforting hum, you felt a sense of gratitude toward the Radio Demon who, in his own peculiar way, had offered you a moment of peace in the midst of the Hotel’s pandemonium. You remind yourself to apologize to Charlie later for leaving the party so abruptly.

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nice-meanie · 2 years

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ꫝꫀꪶꪶꪮ ꪖᧁꪖﺃꪀ

He e been gone for a long long while haven’t I? - if you guys are still here by chance I’m open to get into writing on the blog again and take on requests :))

#meanie speaks #fanfic #fanfiction #naruto #naruto fanfiction #writing blog #fanfic blog #naruto fanfiction blog

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nice-meanie · 2 years

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I’m not dead! Here have a fantasy crow Itachi in a froest - I might color it or get lazy idk.

#also to the people that have siblings - what kind of typical sibling things do you think Itachi and Sasuke did?#like I can’t see them fighting too much but I can deffinatly see Sasuke annoying Itachi #like going to his room and standing right outside his open door and say to Itachi he is not in his room #after itachi told him to get out his room #idk it’s late and those are some random thoughts xD #itachi #itachi uchiha #itachi akatsuki #itachi fanart #fanart #naruto fanart #naruto #fantasy #black and white #wip fanart

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nice-meanie · 3 years

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Nagato is the definition of hurt people hurt people

#I love Nagato but while watching his backstory I couldn’t stop thinking about the fraze hurt people hurt people #I mean he hurts people to crate peace because the pain he felt helped him grow and he wants to show that to others #but he would’ve never done all that if he wasn’t hurt the way that he was in the war #so that’s why he is the fraze hurt people hurt people #nagato #naruto

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nice-meanie · 3 years

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Enemies to Lovers + body swap + love triangle

Wellll..... what did my fanfic life decide to throw at me 😑😂

I have no one to tag haha so I’m taggin anyone who sees this and wants to participate

Fake date +Body swap + Love triangle

Tag ur friends and mutuals!

@1-800-i-ship-it @dimobserver @valiantcoffeetiger @morimortaccitua @step-on-me-khun @savemycrustysoul @jill-8-7 and everyone else who wants to try

Ctto google

#my life would be a mess #the biggest question is #why a love triangle when you can share the love 😌#meanie taggames #tag games

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nice-meanie · 3 years

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When Madara walks he causes level 8 earthquakes around him

I watched the Madara vs. Shinobi alliance video on YouTube and the comments were GOLDEN.

Dying

#why is this so true #wow... Im laughing so hard #please someone give him a cookie #idk I wanna see Madara with a cookie and his scawy face #continue the chain guys!!#uchiha madara #funny naruto stuff #madara #meanie speaks

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nice-meanie · 3 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS BALL OF SUNSHINE!!!

Happy Birthday Naruto!!

#happy birthday puffball!!!!#aldorable cute #look at him - I wanna swish those cheeks #EEEEEEEEEEE #meanie speaks

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nice-meanie · 3 years

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#im sorry Im obsessed with Pixel art now #more fanfiction will come too but #PIXEL ART!!!!!!#pixel art #aesthetic #aesthetic pixel art #meanie art

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nice-meanie · 3 years

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People found me again....

Hallo!!!!!!!!!!!! 👋✨

Death Bed

A/N: this fic took very long and it was at first inspired by the song death bed, but then it took another turn and it was inspired by a lot more sad songs. I just feel so bad for Kisa now T-T

4,3k - Kisame x reader, angst, post pragnancy, bby daughter Nami, mcd (major character death)

♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾

Kisame’s cold shaking hand firmly held and tugged at your hand. Your blurry vision tried to make out what was happening. Where were you? The only thing your mind could make out was the bright cold lights that passed by you and that you were moving on something. Muffled voices rung in your ears, everything was spinning and then the warmth of the hand was gone causing you to panic.

“You’ll be ok, you’ll be-“

A broken voice sounded, but was muffled out again by what you assumed was a door clicking shut. It was hard to believe those words when the person they came from sounded like a kicked puppy - a small smile cracked on your lips by the thought of the person you loved so dearly and the fact that he was so concerned about your health. A slight pain pierced your right arm and not even 10 seconds after everything went black.

“Look at her - she is so beautiful, isn’t she?”

“And big, haha you mister make big babies that are hard to get out”

You couldn’t help but smile at the big man that rocked his daughter. Seeing him so soft and caring towards you and your child warmed your heart and made all the butterflies inside your body awaken over and over again.

Kisame softly put your daughter Nami in her small bed next to your big shared bed who was in a deep sleep. Your daughter always fell asleep in his arms and when he hummed to her with his deep voice. Your loving eyes settled on the small family you had built and your heart swelled up. Tears of joy prickled at your eyes and before Kisame could turn around to lay down next to you. You pulled yourself up and hugged him from behind. His head turned to look at you seeing the teary expression you wore causing him slightly to panic since he didn’t understand what happened. You simply kissed him with all the love and passion he had in your heart. Kisame kissed you back and let his hand dace up to your face softly cradling it. He slowly turned around so he could face you easier and deepened the kiss. Not long after you pulled away and pressed your forehead against his.

“Damn” “I love you Kisame Hoshigaki”

“and I love you y/n”

The two of you slowly laid down on the bed. You felt a big arm effortlessly pull you closer and you nuzzled your head into his big chest. His soft look settling on you. Feelings of pride, love and happiness swelled in his chest. To be a father was the last thing he expected from life, but the best damn thing he got. This little family you two built, every time he thinks about it it makes his heart flutter with love and happiness, but deep down anxiousness too that this is too good to be true. Life always found a way to fuck it up and he was hoping with every fiber of his being that he could have this happiness, watch his daughter grow, watch you be a good mommy and grow old with you, holding you in his arms. Without even thinking he planted a kiss on your head. It became second nature to him to love and protect you and would do whatever it took to keep you safe and make you happy even if that meant burning the entire world down.

“I never want this to end”

The words rumbled through his chest and settled into your heart. Kisame felt the smile that formed on your lips against his skin and a small kiss right below his collar bone lingered.

“me nither”

Your eyes fluttered open, but deep exhaustion still settled in your body. You felt something wet between your legs and knew right away what it was. The pool of blood between your legs stained the pretty sheets. An annoyed huff came out of your chest - you knew that the first period after pregnancy was stronger, but you didn’t expect this much. After stretching you felt your body slowly awaken so you stood up and looked over to see your daughter, not in her bed - you knew she was with Kisame, but the motherly part of you paniced so you ran out of the room to search for her. A soft smile crept on your face when you saw Kisame with your daughter in the kitchen, your nerves slowly easing and fatigue took over your body. You found it a bit harder to breathe and were a bit dizzy, but figured that this is probably because you were exhausted - after all having a little devil wasn’t easy. Kisame looked over to you, he was about to say something with his usual cheeky smile when you took a step forward. The body that held you gave out. Your knees were too weak to hold you up and you felt how you plunged to the floor. Your mind slowly going dark only hearing Kisame’s panicked cries in the background.

A nervous tapping echoed through the empty hospital walls. Kisame slurped on another cup of cheap coffee trying not to ease his anxiety by smashing someone’s skull. The man’s mind was clouded by racing thoughts and all he could do is just sit there and wait - for a moment the doctors tried to deny him even that, but Kisame was quick to scare them into letting him stay there and wait. The tapping in the halls was heard at an even beat as he paced up and down the same track. Like a panther in a cage. Right now, being here so helpless, useless and trapped in the anxieties of his mind. A loud cry broke the steady beat of the tapping shoes and Kisame’s exhausted eyes looked over to the small human laying in the staller. Picking up his daughter he put her on his chest like usual and gently cradled her. The tiny warmth she left on his chest was almost soothing.

“It’s ok baby shark. Mommy will be ok- she will be ok”

A soft kiss on Nami’s head started slowly easing her cries, although Kisame didn’t know who he was comforting more with those words. Tiny tears prickled up at his face when he looked at the girl on his chest, focusing on every feature that resembled you. The feelings of destruction faded away and everything that was left was pure anxiety, sadness and fear - fear that his nightmare will come true. That this will end before it even started. He hugged his daughter firmly and stroked her small locks without noticing the tears that ran down his cheeks until one fell on Nami’s head. He prayed for the first time to whoever or whatever could hear him let this all end good, that life won’t take his sunshine away.

Click.

A screeching was heard from next to him and Kisame whipped his head around to see a doctor that went out of the ER. A tired look settled on the woman’s face, dark lines framing her eyes and a white coat hung off her slightly drooping shoulders. Kisame has seen such a look many times on Itachi, but seeing a doctor like this wasn’t comforting. About to open his mouth she quickly interrupted him knowing fully well what his question was.

“She has something called Postpartum Hemorrhage also known as PPH, it’s when a woman bleeds too much after she has given birth - it’s a rare condition, but a serious one”

A small jolt of anger ran through the man’s veins when the doctor interrupted him, but he just painted it on her having a heavy shift and being drained - which once again, didn’t ease his nerves. “But it’s been 5 weeks since Nami’s birth…”

The woman looked at the child in his hands that was once again asleep in his arms after being calmed by Kisame’s heartbeat cracking a smile and easing the woman in a softer look. “In some rare cases, it can happen up to 12 weeks after the pregnancy - y/n will have to stay here for a bit because she is an unusual case-‘“

“W-what do you mean by unusual?”

“She bled out a ton for one night as you told us, not only that, but I assume she has done some serious work in her past since she has a weak heart as I’ve seen on some athletes. We want to keep her here-“

“For how long?” The doctor went silent, a sad, hopeless look settling on her face. “The lack of blood affected some of her inner organs like her… lunges - we do not know if she can be saved, but I can promise you sir that we will try our best. She will be in room 700 in 2 hours”

The air in the room became thicker and a pitiful look rested on the doctor’s face. Kisame couldn’t believe it - you were ok just a day ago…. and now, now it seemed to him like life itself was trying to rip you away from him and for the first time he couldn’t do anything to protect you. It was your own body against you and all he could do was sit there and watch - useless. helpless. hopeless. He wanted to scream, he wanted to punch that doctor's pitiful look off her face. Uncontrollable emotions whirled in the tall man’s chest blinding his vision with rage and want to destroy again to the point where he could feel his body shake and then again he felt a small movement on his chest and a tired yawn. His tense shoulders eased when his gaze settled in the small human in his arms. Deep breaths and big rises of his chest calmed his nerves a tiny bit knowing that right now he needed to be strong for his daughter. It was his duty as a father to give her a good life and he wasn’t about to start the little one's life with anger, rage, murder and blood - he wished that they could one day all three sit at a table when his baby is all grown up and laugh about this incident.

“Deep breaths Kisame. She’ll be ok, Just breathe.”

He was deep in thought, comforting and calming himself like you used to, not noticing that the woman in the long white coat had left. Time faded away, it didn’t go by fast nor slow, it was just another faded-out part in the background. He might’ve sat here for hours, minutes, seconds. It all blended in together and trapped him in this moment.

Should he fight for his daughter? Is there even a point in fighting if you’re gone? A tired roll of his eyes allowed him to see the clock on the other side through his eyelashes. All the numbers didn’t make sense in his mind, it was like rocket science at this moment - everything was. A small nod of approval twitched through his head as if he was trying to convince the potential ghosts in the empty hall that he understood the ticking device. Kisame carefully laid his daughter back in her stroller and started walking to room 700. The same tapping of shoes filled the space. Now everything blended together, everything was slightly spinning - was he even moving? He didn’t know and right now he didn’t really care too. His head only lifted to see the room numbers.

695, 696, 697, 698, 699,-

There he was standing in front of him the door. He hoped they already brought you here, but then again that would mean he sat down there for 2 hours maybe more without even realizing it. His large hand wrapped around the handle pushing the door open. You were there sleeping. Hooked up to machines, bags full of medicine and a heart monitor - it was a sight that made Kisame’s heart clench, twist and hurt. It was a nice hospital room. Three beds and three small tables all having 2 chairs each, in the back two big windows lit up the room. Yet, it was only you in it - maybe there weren’t a lot of people or maybe they were scared that he’d do something if they didn’t do the absolute most so you feel comfortable. The dragging of a chair bounced off the walls and your still arm was gently engulfed by Kisame’s. A few tears stained his face and his forehead rested on your hand wishing for you to get better. It just had to, right? The air in his lungs was burning and shaky. You just had to be ok. Slowly reassuring thoughts flowed in his brain that told them that his worry won’t make it better and he just needs to be strong and there for all three of you.

Again a doctor slipped past the door - the same woman as before. Her hair that was previously tied in a neat bun that now had a few strands that fell in front of her face and were altogether a bit lose perfectly adding to her tired face.

“Will she be ok? What will she need?”

As much as Kisame tried to conceal it worry dripped out of his mouth, his brows furrowing in concern without his knowledge. The woman took a deep breath. She wanted to look away or let someone else do this job because this was always the hardest part of her job right after telling someone their loved one has died.

“Her bleeding is very strong and it was hard for us to even stop it. We removed any rest of the placenta in her, but that didn’t work - so…” a weight settled in her voice until she took a deep breath and pulled her head back up that she didn’t even notice had fallen, looking professionally again “so we had to perform a hysterectomy”

“What does that mean?”

“We had to remove her uterus, but-“

“But what?!” Concern and panic bubbled in Kisame’s belly

“She-she might wake up or she might not and if she does we don’t know how long till…. She lost so much blood that some of her organs are failing. She is barely breathing. Best case, only 20% of her lunge can be saved, her heart is weak,…”

The rest of the doctor’s speech was blurred. It’s not like she didn’t know that, but it’s good to have said all this for the protocol. Soon she recognized it’s best to leave the man alone - he didn’t seem like someone that wants to cry on her shoulder, but rather cry alone with his lover. The only thing that snapped Kisame out of his state was the clicking of the door. He stood up ready to throw the chair he was sitting on in rage, but then he remembered you and his sweet child. Not in front of Nami. His shaking legs let him fall back on the chair and lean back. A heavy sigh pushed out of his chest and he fell forward gripping his hair in his hands. You had to get better….

A warm hand held your arm tightly. You heard the painful wheeze that came out of your throat together with the heavy breath that waved out of your nose and mouth. The realization you were alive settled slowly in your body with every new thing you felt.

The warmth on your hand. A small tugging at your arm. Pain in your chest. Pain in your head. Heaviness. Fatigue.

At last, your eyes fluttered open and you were slowly brought back to the world. You looked left. Then right. Now you noticed the muffled voices around you that slowly cleared. Time faded and you just existed. You theoretically felt, saw and heard everything, but nothing stayed with you - it’s like everything passed by you so fast you couldn’t even perceive what was happening, what was there or why all this happened. It went all by like a dream that you would only remember little blurry parts of. Then finally you were eased back to reality. You could look around and memories flooded you in your brief moment of confusion. Then your face settled on a worried braking voice. It was a bittersweet deep growl.

“K-Kisame?”

“Y/N, You- you are awake, I- you-“ The overwhelming river of emotions in his chest didn’t know if he should get a doctor, cry, hug you, kiss you - it was all just too much. As you still tried to remember and take in everything that is happening and has happened you felt the warmth get ripped away from your hand. An uneven beat echoed through the room and Kisame opened the door running to get a doctor. It didn’t take long before he was back with a doctor who followed him. Not waiting any longer the man sat beside you and took your hand again while pressing a soft kiss on top of your head. Soft words dripped out of his mouth calming you from everything that happened just now.

“Sir, I’ll have to ask Y/N a few questions to make sure of some things.” Her voice was still very heavy. As if this was a sad movie she’s seen over and over again and this was the last ray of light before everything came crashing down. You gripped your man’s hand tighter a bit anxious from the woman’s reaction and he was almost angry at her hopeless face. He wanted her to be happy too, to say that everything will be ok, but that never happened. Papers with little check poxes rested in her left hand and the other held a pen. A deep breath filled her lungs and the doctor was about to ask her first question when you interrupted her. Your face looking the other way at a small staller.

“C-Can I hold her? Nami. Can I hold my daughter Nami?”

You didn’t understand why you were choking up as if some part of you told you to hold, love and protect her with your life no matter what. The strong emotion your eyes settled deep into Kisame’s and it pierced his chest to see you like this. His face looked up at the doctor and she just gave a small understanding nod. In a matter of seconds, your daughter's tiny body pressed against your arms as you held her. The heart in your chest was thumping and beating. Everything faded for a moment at it was just you two. Tears clouded your vision as emotions overtook your body. For a short moment, it was only you and your little girl before the woman next to you brought you back to the real world. You understood that she couldn’t wait long because she had other patients that needed to be taken care of.

“You ready for a few questions?” ”Yeah…”

It has been 2 months.

Exactly 3 weeks after the date doctors told you you have left. Part of you saw this as hope that maybe you could be saved, the other part wasn’t so sure and it made you live in fear every day. Never did life make you question whether or not you’ll live another day so much. Breathing became hard, everything hurt and even small movements became a burden and how much you were dependent on your lover right now ate at you. Kisame was the utmost sweetest person to take care of you. He was the one who not only helped you with everything, but was also there for you and made you forget the pain for short time. You knew he was hiding his true feelings. He never showed worry or fear, but you knew he felt them.

“You get to choose between sketchy hospital food one or sketchy hospital food two”

A small smile stretched across his face and pulled you out of your buzzing thoughts. A slight chuckle blew out of your mouth as your head turned to look at the man next to your bed.

“Let’s try sketchy food two today-“

A hard cough ripped past your throat almost cutting off your sentence. You felt the way Kisame tensed up next to you and his hand gripping yours tighter. The scratching in your throat reminding you again of the state you were in. A loud cry crashed at your ears and a small movement tickled at your arms making your heart clench a little. The mother in you activated and you started to rock the little baby in your arms and cooing sweet words to her. Your man’s head fell to rest on your shoulder drinking in the way you took care of your daughter. Even though your arms were weak, voice shaky and raspy that didn’t stop you from doing your best to calm Nami down and soon she cuddled up peacefully to you. You gently blew on her face, the soft wind tickled her skin making her laugh. That laugh made you and Kisame smile remembering the times you were cuddled up all together at home, playing with your daughter, hearing her joyful laugh and small hands wave around. The man next to you picked his head off your shoulder and looked at you with loving eyes.

“Would you like to go on a walk? All of us together?”

A smile stretched across your face and you nodded as two big arms scooped you up carefully watching out to not accidentally pull out the needle in your arm. Carefully Kisame put you in the wheelchair next to you as if you were made out of the world's thinnest glass and started to push you carefully through the hospital halls with your daughter in your arms to get you to the small grassy area in front of the hospital.

Some time had passed by. Another month flew by and the nice days where you could go on short walks with Kisame became history. Now you were laying in bed slowly dying and neither you nor Kisame were able to mask your sadness and anxiety well anymore. You were weak and even talking became a hard task. Everything hurt, it hurt so badly. The way your muscles aced, the way you couldn’t even hold your daughter anymore because you were too weak. You weren’t getting better and you wouldn’t get better so what’s the meaning of all this. A high-pitched tone rung in your ears and the muffled words of Kisame drowned in the void of your head. It became a mystery to you if Kisame was shaking you or still just gently holding your hand, but at this moment did it even matter? You couldn’t even think anymore as you felt yourself slipping away and your breathing getting slower and raspier. One thing. One thing crossed your mind and it mattered so you did everything for that last thing. You gathered all the energy left in your body.

“I’m sorry that this has to end so early. Take care of Nami…. I love you and I always will till the end of time.”

Everything in you broke down as you started to slip away into an endless slumber. Kisame's fearful eyes settled on you and his shaking voice barely got the words “No, don’t leave me”, “Please stay”, “I love you too”, “I’ll take care of her, but I can’t let you go” out. The world was crashing down on him. it might have been 30 seconds until a doctor came in, but to Kisame, it felt like years. His body was following his instincts and not his mind anymore and he stood there shakingly as he watched the doctors setting up CPR. Time dragged and flew by at the same time and everything he wanted is for you to be ok.

Why was luck never on his side?

Why couldn’t life let him be happy just this once?

Why? Why always him?

The people in white coats tried over and over again and he just had his eyes glued on the heart monitor to see a heartbeat come back. He wanted to get over there and do it himself, but he knew he didn’t have the knowlage or training to do so. Just stand there, that’s all he could do. Stand there and watch your face and the people around you trying their hardest to bring you back.

They tried and tried until one of the doctors said it was enough. The team of people stood there crushed in front of your figure. Some of the bit their lips, others felt pity for Kisame and Nami.

The sad, guilty expression of the doctors told Kisame everything as they stepped out of the room. The man threw himself on your corpse and stroked your hair away. Heavy tears burned his face and his chest was getting crushed by the pain of not feeling your heartbeat. A scream echoed through the halls. He didn’t want to believe it and tried reviving you himself, but nothing helped. You were already gone…. long gone.

Kisame let his head rest on your chest as he just cried into you, acid tears birning red lines around his eyes and down his face. He held your hand as tight as he could. The air filled his chest and left it in a fast and sloppy beat. Now he knew…

This world.

This world is a true hell.

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nice-meanie · 3 years

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First pixel art thingy

#I had so much fun making this #and the cloud looks so cute!!!#It wasn’t anything hard but I still really like it #I fell in love with pixl art #pixel art #meanie art

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nice-meanie · 3 years

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Yeah I feel so bad for Kisa - I just wanna hug him

Also I was praying no one notices that he wasn’t allowed to be there for the cpr and if my sis read this (who was a paramedic) she’d probably slap me, but all in all I’m real happy with how it turned out

Death Bed

A/N: this fic took very long and it was at first inspired by the song death bed, but then it took another turn and it was inspired by a lot more sad songs. I just feel so bad for Kisa now T-T

4,3k - Kisame x reader, angst, post pragnancy, bby daughter Nami, mcd (major character death)

♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾

“You’ll be ok, you’ll be-“

“Look at her - she is so beautiful, isn’t she?”

“And big, haha you mister make big babies that are hard to get out”

“Damn” “I love you Kisame Hoshigaki”

“and I love you y/n”

“I never want this to end”

The words rumbled through his chest and settled into your heart. Kisame felt the smile that formed on your lips against his skin and a small kiss right below his collar bone lingered.

“me nither”

“It’s ok baby shark. Mommy will be ok- she will be ok”

Click.

“She has something called Postpartum Hemorrhage also known as PPH, it’s when a woman bleeds too much after she has given birth - it’s a rare condition, but a serious one”

“W-what do you mean by unusual?”

“Deep breaths Kisame. She’ll be ok, Just breathe.”

695, 696, 697, 698, 699,-

“Will she be ok? What will she need?”

“What does that mean?”

“We had to remove her uterus, but-“

“But what?!” Concern and panic bubbled in Kisame’s belly

The warmth on your hand. A small tugging at your arm. Pain in your chest. Pain in your head. Heaviness. Fatigue.

“K-Kisame?”

“C-Can I hold her? Nami. Can I hold my daughter Nami?”

“You ready for a few questions?” ”Yeah…”

It has been 2 months.

“You get to choose between sketchy hospital food one or sketchy hospital food two”

A small smile stretched across his face and pulled you out of your buzzing thoughts. A slight chuckle blew out of your mouth as your head turned to look at the man next to your bed.

“Let’s try sketchy food two today-“

“Would you like to go on a walk? All of us together?”

“I’m sorry that this has to end so early. Take care of Nami…. I love you and I always will till the end of time.”

Why was luck never on his side?

Why couldn’t life let him be happy just this once?

Why? Why always him?

They tried and tried until one of the doctors said it was enough. The team of people stood there crushed in front of your figure. Some of the bit their lips, others felt pity for Kisame and Nami.

This world.

This world is a true hell.

#this was supposed to be only 1000 words btw #this is very big sad #I got low key sad when I proof read it for the last time #and this also took super long to write so I’m happy and proud that I finished it #meanie speaks #meanie angst

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