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[part six] to build a home - gojo satoru

word count: 5k warnings: !!manga spoilers!! swearing, jjk-verse style fighting series summary: when (y/n) (y/l/n) catches wind that the notorious sorcerer killer, toji fushiguro, has children, she makes it her personal mission to find them. the catch being she couldn't tell a soul about them- the risk of the zen'in clan learning about them was too great. keeping the secret isn't the hard part, it's lying to her friends, shoko ieiri, geto suguru, and of course gojo satoru, that she struggles with. especially when satoru has suddenly become so keen on keeping an eye on her lately.

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[part six] : "I Held On As Tightly As You Held Onto Me" ___

The day after her little excursion with Satoru, (y/n) wakes up bright and early to get off campus before anyone else awoke. The alarm that blares in her ear is harsh and unforgiving at nearly six in the morning, but she doesn’t waste a second getting herself ready and rushing out to the front gates to get to town as soon as she could.

To her surprise, she wasn’t the only one awake this early in the morning.

“Nanami,” (y/n) stops in her tracks as she sees the lone sorcerer jogging through the gates. He seems just as surprised to see her. “What’re you doing up this early on a day off?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” He stops just a few feet before her, his head tilted to the side. “You’ve spent quite a bit of time in Tokyo, huh?”

“You don’t know that’s where I'm off to” She replies, and it’s meant to be playful, teasing, but Nanami’s bullshit detector might rival Suguru’s.

He eyes her up and down.

“Looks to me like you are,” He says bluntly. “If you’re not, then where are you off to?”

(y/n) remains silent, unable to come up with even a half-decent lie.

“That’s what I thought,” He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m not one to spill other people’s business to those they’re hiding it from”

Taken aback, (y/n) scoffs, shaking her head awkwardly.

“I’m not- I’m not hiding anything from anyone”

“You’re a shitty liar,” Nanami replies, and it sounds harsh, but he’s just blunt with his words. “Lucky for you, I’m tired of Gojo sticking his nose in things that don’t involve me, let alone him. So I won’t tell him I saw you,”

She’s trying to keep up a clueless act, but the relief she feels at his words is obvious.

“But a little advice?” Nanami asks, and she nods her head in a small motion, eyes flickering over him. “He’s going to catch on sooner or later,” He tells her. “So whatever you’re doing, whoever you’re seeing…” He trails off, seemingly to find the right words. “You better get your shit figured out. I’ll keep this to myself, but I don’t need Six Eyes in my business the way he got into Yu’s just to protect you”

She nods again, slowly processing what he said.

“Thank you, Nanami,” Her voice is barely above a whisper when she finds it. “I wouldn’t ask any more of you. Thank you”

The blonde sorcerer is still and silent for a moment, lost in his thoughts. He doesn’t consider this an act of kindness, more so an act of self preservation. He knew better than to get involved in something that would inevitably have upset Gojo Satoru. Nanami may have subtly despised the older sorcerer, but he was smarter than to go out of his way to upset him.

After a long pause, he nods back at her, and turns to continue his jog. (y/n) reaches out before he can leave.

“Wait, Nanami,” She calls. “One more thing?”

Begrudgingly, he stops in his tracks, giving her his attention once more.

“You said Satoru was bothering Yu?”

“Bothering is an understatement,” Nanami scoffs. “Safe to say Yu’s terrified of him now. If he wasn’t already. But…”

(y/n) waits impatiently for him to continue, hanging on to every word he spoke. What business Satoru had scaring Yu, she wasn’t entirely sure. But she wondered if it had anything to do with the last time he’d brought up the younger sorcerer’s crush.

“... I suppose Yu knew he was signing up for such treatment when he decided to pursue someone that already had a claim on them”

(y/n) blinked, her mouth dropping open slightly, but no words came out. No words even came to mind. Nanami chuckled, smiling for maybe the first time she’s ever seen, before he gave her a small wave and jogged off. She was frozen in place for a minute, and even when she finally brought herself to go on her way, she wasn’t quite sure what to make of their whole interaction.

She decides to pack it away in her mind for now, and keep her focus on the rest of her day. She owed Megumi and Tsumiki big time for yesterday, and she planned to start the day off the right way- with apology donuts.

Last night (y/n) had called Tsumiki like she’d promised she would, and the little girl didn’t seem too bothered that she hadn’t made an appearance that day, but she’d said that Megumi wasn’t in the mood to talk. Leaving (y/n) to believe the young boy held a little more of a grudge.

Not that she could blame him. She’d dropped the ball by not holding to her promise. She hoped that some day, when they were older, they would understand why she had to keep them a secret. It was for their own good and she knew that now, but they weren’t quite old enough for her to explain.

She just hoped that they could forgive her, this time. And she hoped that she’d never have to go back on their word again. ___

Satoru strolled into the courtyard, finding his friends relaxed at a picnic table, their lunches and a pack of cigarettes between them. They were laughing at something he hadn’t heard before approaching, clearly sharing their food and a cig. There was just one thing missing.

“Hey,” The white haired sorcerer greeted, throwing one leg over the wooden bench, facing Suguru as he sat. “Where’s-”

“Before you ask, we don’t know,” Shoko cut him off, passing the cigarette back to the man across from her, and picking up a pair of chopsticks in exchange. “Went to ask her if she wanted to have lunch with us, but she wasn’t in her room. Again”

“Again?” Satoru asked, brows furrowing.

“(y/n’s) absent almost more than you are these days, Satoru” Suguru commented.

“With what? Tutoring?”

“Who knows,” Shoko hums. “But she’s not on campus”

Satoru gives her a hard stare from behind his dark shades. The girl throws her hands up defensively, before reaching in front of Suguru’s plate to snatch up a rice ball.

“She’s been off having her own little adventures for the last few weeks,” Suguru says. “We don’t know where she goes. She likes her privacy”

“So you don’t even know where she is-?”

“Satoru,” Shoko mumbles through a mouthful of rice ball. “You worry too much about her. If she was in trouble, she would tell us”

Suguru points a finger at her, silently agreeing with what she said.

“You’re both the worst” Satoru mutters, earning a laugh from his friends.

“You’re worried she’s with a guy?” Shoko muses, her eyes wandering over Suguru’s plate, trying to decide on what to steal next.

Suguru lets out a whistle, an amused smile on his face.

“Did she say something about a guy?” He asks before Satoru can.

“Maybe,” Shoko replies, eyeing a juicy looking piece of beef, and plucking it up before Suguru’s chopsticks can beat her to it. “Maybe not”

Satoru’s jaw is locked in place, and he feels his eye start to twitch like it had the day he approached Haibara. Meanwhile, Suguru is laughing, like he’s excited to hear such news.

“(y/n) with a non-sorcerer?” He thinks aloud. He’s laughing so much his shoulders are shaking. Satoru thinks about smacking him upside the head. “How fascinating”

“She’s not seeing a guy,” The white haired sorcerer snaps. “She would have said something”

Shoko scoffs.

“Not likely”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because she’s always been private about her romantic interests?” Her voice tilts as though asking a question, as though it was an obvious answer. “I swear I’ve had to pry it out of her”

“Oh do tell” Suguru purrs, leaning over the table curiously.

“Or don’t,” Satoru grumbles. “I’d like to keep my lunch inside of me, thank you”

“Don’t be such a jealous bore,” Suguru waves a dismissive hand towards his friend, before turning back to Shoko. “So, who has she been with? Because I would just love to hear about a few of those little underclassmen in the sack”

Shoko giggles, reaching over to snatch the cigarette that had been ignored in his fingers for far too long.

“I wouldn’t be a good friend if I told,” She winked. “You’ll just have to sleep with them to see for yourself”

“You’re both insufferable, you know that?”

“Speak for yourself” Suguru replies.

“I’m a little curious about Ijichi, though. What do you think?” Shoko ponders, to no one in particular.

Suguru hums thoughtfully.

“So you have no idea where (y/n) is, or what she’s been up to, but she’s been sneaking off for the last week?”

“We never said she was sneaking off” Suguru shrugs a shoulder.

“Oh, I would,” Shoko speaks up, blowing out a plume of smoke. “Saw her sneaking back in on Friday”

Suguru raises an intrigued brow.

“Late?” He presumes.

She nods, a small smirk on her lips.

“Almost midnight”

Suguru whistles again.

Satoru was getting tired of their gossip that led nowhere. They could both tell that he was annoyed, they just didn’t care enough to drop the topic. It was fun after all, getting him riled up. It was also fun to chat about what they thought she was up to.

“Definitely a booty call, then,” Suguru decides, snatching a piece of beef off his plate before Shoko could. “Why else would she be slinking around so late?” He ponders.

Satoru can’t wrap his head around (y/n) sneaking out to hook up with some nobody in Tokyo. How would she have even met this person? And she didn’t seem the type to have some meaningless fling. But perhaps that was all the more reason for her to have one? The secrecy of it all gnawed at him, made him queasy. He ran a hand through his hair stressfully.

“Come to think of it, a few weeks ago I also saw her get in pretty late. Not that late, but it was probably around ten o’clock” Suguru pursed his lips as he thought about it, knowing full well that she had in fact been sneaking around.

But he didn’t have to share that information just yet. Making Satoru squirm was far too entertaining.

Satoru suddenly stood from his seat. Both of his friends watched him curiously, wondering if he was going to blow up or just storm off.

He turns to walk off, but before he can get too far, Shoko speaks up.

“I wouldn’t go after her”

Satoru turns around, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And why shouldn’t I?”

“Tch, isn’t it obvious?” Suguru scoffs. “If you go after her now, and catch her in- well whatever or whoever she’s up to, she’ll be pissed”

Satoru grinds his teeth, not wanting to admit out loud that his friends were right. Even though they all knew it.

“You don’t want to piss her off,” Shoko chuckles, stumping the embers off the butt of her cigarette on the wood table. “(y/n’s) fiery when she’s angry,” She lets out a short chuckle as though she were recalling her own experience with upsetting the girl. “But, maybe you’d like that” She adds with a little smirk.

Suguru snickers across from her.

Satoru’s jaw finally relaxes. And then in a blink, he was no longer standing before them. They don’t know where he teleported off to, but their focus shifts right back to the lunch before them.

“You really think (y/n’s) got a hookup in town?” Suguru asks.

Shoko shrugs.

“Don’t have another explanation for it. You?”

“Yeah. Me neither,” He agrees. “You think Satoru’s gonna go track the poor fucker down?”

“Yep”

“Yeah. Me too” ___

In fact, Gojo Satoru hadn’t teleported himself into Tokyo. His friends had gotten too in his head for him to go searching for (y/n). No matter how much his curiosity was eating him alive wondering what she could be up to, he was more afraid of losing her in the long run if he stuck his nose in her business. He’d have to figure out some other way to get her to fess up.

He’d just gotten too annoyed with his friends, so he’d teleported himself into the school, and as soon as his feet touched ground, his fist was launching into the wall. The wood splintered and cracked, but luckily he hadn’t fully punched through it. Yaga would probably be upset.

Shaking out his now sore and bruised hand, he looked over, realizing he hadn’t chosen an empty hallway to punch out his frustrations.

Nanami Kento stood there, just a few feet away. His face expressionless, but still staring at the sight before him inquisitively.

“Something bothering you?” He asked, his voice monotone. Satoru sneered back at the sarcastic remark.

“Mind your business”

“You’re the one that showed up in front of me and started punching” Nanami scoffed.

Alright. That was true.

“Whatever” He muttered.

“Why would you punch something without your infinity up?” Nanami asks, his head nodding to the bloodied knuckles of Satoru’s hand. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

Satoru wants to repeat himself, tell him to mind his business, flip him the middle finger and storm off, but for some reason, he chuckles.

“Yeah, it does,” He answered. “Guess I was too angry”

The blonde sorcerer hummed, tucking his hands into his pockets.

“You’re going to leave Yu alone, right?” He changes the topic, taking a few steps forward.

Satoru looks him up and down, raising a brow curiously.

“What, you got a reason why I should?” He asks.

Honestly, Satoru had no intention of going after the younger sorcerer anymore than he already had. Even if by some landslide (y/n) decided he was her dream man, he would leave him alone. But Nanami’s question sparked an interest in him.

“Besides the fact that he hasn’t done anything wrong?” Nanami quips back, his voice never wavering above it’s steady tone.

Satoru chuckles, and shakes his head.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna kill your friend just cause he sticks his business where it doesn’t belong”

“Hypocrite” Nanami bites back.

“Me?” Satoru laughs again, but this time it’s humorless. Irritated. “I’m the hypocrite?”

“You’re the one that barged in on us, demanding him to tell you about his encounter with her. You’re the one that was acting like a dog marking it’s territory”

Satoru’s interest in this conversation was quickly turning to rage. He should have just told Nanami that he had no qualms with Haibara Yu, but now it was too late, and he was getting pissed off.

He takes a long stride forward, his eyes hardening.

“Are you calling her my territory?” He asks, voice losing it’s playful tone as it lowers.

Nanami knew that if they were to get into a fight right now, he was bound to lose in a mere second. But he was protective of his friend, and this conflict was pointless.

That said, Gojo Satoru was starting to get on his nerves, walking around like he could act however he wanted, treat people however he wanted, Haibara and (y/n) alike. Yu hadn’t crossed any lines, and despite how the Six Eyes user may feel, (y/n) wasn’t spoken for.

“I’m saying (y/n) isn’t spoken for,” Nanami voices his thoughts, even though deep down, the instinct in his blood told him to back off before this got ugly. “She doesn’t belong to anyone,”

Satoru is all but oozing his jealousy. He’s glaring at him, his chest puffed, his hands in fists at his sides. Nanami would have laughed had he not been completely serious.

“And if she were here, she’d probably tell you so” He finished.

They stand in silence for a minute.

One of them glaring, huffing in annoyance.

The other is calm, collected, unwavering in his stance.

The silence is long, and deafening. Until Nanami finally walks away, without a word, without a second glance back, he leaves Satoru alone in the hall. His work feels completed. Haibara Yu shouldn’t have any issue with the older, more experienced sorcerer again. He’s not sure if he’s solved any conflict for (y/n) (y/l/n) or made it worse, but he feels little to no care if he’s disturbed her relationship with Gojo Satoru.

However, as he leaves, there’s a slight nag in the back of his mind. A worry that he’d done her a disservice by speaking on her behalf. He tries to brush it off.

Suddenly he’s reminded of the way she’d thanked him that morning, for keeping a small secret for her. If he could even call it a secret, it’s not as though he’d known what she was up to at the crack of dawn, and he’s not even sure why he cared to keep that to himself now, even when he could have used it to get under Gojo’s skin. Something told him not to bring it up, for her sake.

Nanami Kento didn’t know (y/n) well, she was a year above him after all, so the only time he’d spent any time with her at all was during the Exchange Event with the Kyoto school. Even then, all he could gather on her was that she was a very skilled, very thoughtful fighter. It wasn’t like there was any spare time to get to know her better. So he doesn’t know why he’d chosen to keep her secret.

Perhaps Yu had spoken too fondly of her as of late, and it had gotten to his head. ___

(y/n) had spent all day chatting with Tsumiki, about anything and everything she’d wanted to talk about. They talked about school, what manga she was reading, what friends she had hung out with as of late, the conversation seemed to flow with ease. (y/n) was grateful that the young girl had forgiven her, seemingly easily, and she made sure to assure her that she would never go back on her word again.

They’re sitting on the couch in the living room together when (y/n) tells her this.

“I know, (y/n). It’s okay” Tsumiki had said.

“I know you say that,” (y/n) had spoken seriously, the light mood in the living room suddenly warping. “But I want you to know that I mean it. When I make a promise about something, I won’t ever go back on it. Not with you. Not again”

Tsumiki nods, giving her a small smile. She seems to understand how important it was for (y/n), so she decides to treat it with importance too.

“I think Megumi was a little upset,” She admits, quietly.

(y/n) nods in agreement. She’d already gotten that feeling, since he hadn’t left his room, even when she’d brought him a donut for breakfast. It had been hours since she’d arrived at the Fushiguro house, and he was still holed up in there.

“He didn’t say anything,” Tsumiki continues. “But he gets quiet when he’s upset. Even though he’s always quiet”

(y/n) chuckles softly.

“I don’t blame him for being upset with me,” She replies. “If he doesn’t want to talk to me, that’s alright. It won’t bother me”

It’s quiet. Tsumiki plays with the hem of her dress while (y/n) pensively glances out the window. She means what she said, but she hopes that Megumi would crawl out of his shell soon, so that she could properly apologize to him.

“(y/n)?”

The sorcerer hums, looking back over to the child.

“It’s been really nice… having you around,” Tsumiki says, so soft that she’s almost whispering. She’s still staring down at the skirt of her dress, held tightly in her small hands. “I’m really glad you found us”

Her heart swells with so much love that (y/n) can’t help but grin. She reaches out, tucking a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear, before smoothing her hand over the back of her head.

“I’m glad I found you too, Tsumiki,” She tells her. “I hope you know you can always ask me for anything. Whatever it is, I’ll do anything I can to do it for you. Okay?”

Tsumiki nods, her cheeks blossoming with pink as she smiles back at her.

“I should probably go bug your brother,” (y/n) sighs, dropping her hand and leaning back in her seat. “He’s not going to be happy with me, is he?”

Tsumiki giggles, shaking her head.

“If you hear me screaming for help, come save me?”

Still giggling, the nine year old nods this time, and (y/n) smiles playfully back at her, before standing from the sofa.

Making her way down the hall and to the front of Megumi’s closed door, she takes in a deep breath, knowing he will be harder to crack than his sister. Megumi had always been more reserved, even when he opened up to her it was always by handing out scraps. She wanted to make this right. He deserved that much.

She knocks gently on the wood.

“Megumi?” She calls, before knocking again. “Can I come in”

It’s quiet for a beat. Before she hears a small, “Fine”

Still, as she opens the door, she’s slow, and she doesn’t step inside right away.

Megumi is sitting on the floor with his back against his bed. He’s reading Charlotte’s Web again, the book propped open in his lap. (y/n) wonders how many times he’s read it now, and her heart weakens a little at the realization why he held such an attachment to it.

But she can’t cry for him, not right now. Right now he needed to see that she was strong, and she was here because she wanted to be strong for him, for both of them.

“What have you been up to today?” She asks, leaning against the doorframe.

The boy doesn’t answer aloud. He simply holds his book up, before placing it back in his lap.

“Reading?”

He blinks at her.

“That’s good. I was too much of a brat as a kid to enjoy reading. But it’s a good hobby. For smart kids”

“You’re saying you weren’t a smart kid?” He asks. (y/n) chuckles, shaking her head.

“Absolutely not,” She admits. “I was a troublemaker. I get the feeling you wouldn’t have liked me if you’d known me back then,” She tells him.

Young Megumi’s eyes are wide. He’s shocked to hear someone say such a thing. He’d never thought an adult would admit something so silly. Usually adults always acted like they were perfect, and they knew best.

He supposed he already knew (y/n) was different. She wasn’t like other adults, probably because she wasn’t quite yet a real adult herself.

“Not that I assume you like me now,” She continues, only half teasing. “But I think you would, if you got to know me better,”

Megumi drops his head, staring down at the pages of his book. He picks at the edge of it’s worn spine.

(y/n) tilts her head to the side, watching him thoughtfully for a moment, giving him a minute to take in everything she’d said before she continued.

Megumi and his sister were vastly different, for as close as they were. Tsumiki was bubbly, chatty, happy to get to know anyone and happy to let anyone get to know her. Megumi was quite the opposite. He wasn’t shy, but he was more reserved than any other eight year old (y/n) had met. He didn’t want to open up, seemingly ever, and he also didn’t show much interest in other people opening up either.

“Megumi, if I ask you something, do you think you could be honest with me?” Her question is carefully worded, hoping that he could see she was trying to present an olive branch.

He looks up at her, thinking for a moment, before nodding his head.

“Are you upset with me for not coming by yesterday?” She asks, tilting her towards her shoulder.

“You don’t owe us anything,” Megumi answers, dropping his eyes to his book again. “You don’t have to come here. You don’t know us” He pauses, his fingers tugging roughly at the spine of his book now.

(y/n) steps inside then, crossing the room to kneel down in front of him. Her hands gently wrapped around his, stopping him from damaging his book further.

Megumi freezes, but he doesn’t push her away, and doesn’t snap out of irritated protest. (y/n) realizes she’s never touched him before, and she wasn’t sure when the last time someone could have touched him gently, affectionately. His father surely wasn’t the type, and she didn’t know how long his mother had been out of the picture.

She wraps her hands around his small one more securely, pulling it away from the book. He’s staring at her hands as though it was his first time seeing them. When she looks at him, she can see his eyes have a gloss to them.

“That isn’t what I asked,” She reminds him. “It’s okay if you’re upset with me, you know. You’re allowed to be”

He looks at her now, his little eyebrows pinched together as he tries to figure out what he’s supposed to say.

And then he remembers that she asked him to be honest, and he supposes he has no reason not to be.

“I shouldn’t be upset,” He huffs. “You’re not our family. And I should have never expected you to stick around anyways. No one sticks around”

(y/n) shuffles to sit beside him, with her back pressed to his bed. She lets go of his hand to take his book away, marking the page before setting it down on the floor in front of them.

“You’re right,” She hums, thoughtfully. “I’m not your family, and I don’t need you to treat me as such,” She adds. “But Megumi, I want you to know, that I will always come back,”

He blinks at her, his eyes filling with more tears.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m sticking around whether you want me to or not. And I need you to believe me when I tell you that,”

(y/n) feels herself get choked up as well, but she clears her throat and wills her eyes to dry. This wasn’t about her.

“If only you knew how long I looked for you,” She confesses, placing a hand on his unruly head of hair, ruffling it playfully. “Once I knew you guys were out there somewhere, on your own, I didn’t stop. I never rested. And to be honest, I still don’t. I probably never will,”

Megumi sniffled, and wiped his eyes on his arm. (y/n) dropped her hand from his hair, smiling softly at him.

“You’re important to me,” She tells him. “Even when you’re being a little shit,” She adds in a teasing voice.

Megumi’s eyes widened at the curse word, in disbelief she would say such a thing to a kid, even if it was true. She chuckles at his reaction.

“I’m so sorry that I didn’t come yesterday,” She hums. “I should have been here. I told you I would be, and I should have. It’s not okay that I lied to you. And I will never lie to you again, alright?”

He nods his head in a small action. A tear slips down his cheek.

“I’m really proud of you for getting all of your schoolwork done,” She says. “I’m really proud of you for being so grown up, and taking care of yourselves all this time,” She adds. “You’re a brave kid, Megumi. Probably the toughest I’ve ever met,”

More tears pool out of his eyes, dripping off his eyelashes and splashing down his cheeks, staining his shirt. He’s sniffling as he cries, and he’s given up on trying to wipe away all of his tears. They’re falling too fast for him to catch them all.

“And I promise I’ll always be here for you,” (y/n) reaches a hand out, cupping his small face and wiping away his tears with the pad of her thumb. “Always. Okay? For anything you need. You understand?”

“Okay” Megumi’s voice cracks.

His eyes shut tight, and before (y/n) can reach her other hand out to dry his other cheek, he launches forward. His arms reach around her back, grabbing the back of her shirt as he hugs her tightly, crying into her sweater.

(y/n) looks down at him for a second, taken aback by the sudden action. But she snaps herself out of her surprise, wrapping her arms around his small frame, and hugging him closely. She held on as tightly as he held onto her.

He’s shaking slightly. She rubs his back in smooth, slow circles, resting her chin on the top of his head as she soothes him quietly.

It’s several minutes before he stops crying, but even still, he remains in her hold for a little longer. (y/n) doesn’t mind. She’d sit here with him for the rest of her day if she had to. She’d do anything to put him at ease.

She’d do anything to build a home for these kids. It dawns on her now, something Megumi had said about her not being family. Perhaps they weren’t by blood, but still her heart grew and ached for these kids. They were like family to her.

They spend the rest of the day together relaxing, watching funny movies and eating snacks. (y/n) makes them a big dinner, with plenty of leftovers for them to heat up throughout the next few days if she can't stop by. She makes them promise they’ll eat the vegetables even if she’s not around.

That night when she puts them to bed, Megumi crawls into Tsumiki’s bed, happily listening to (y/n) read the next chapter of Charlotte’s Web, even if he’d already read it countless times. He falls asleep in Tsumiki’s bed.

(y/n) brushes their hair from their foreheads so it wouldn’t tickle them in their sleep. She leaves the room silently. When she gets outside, she says the incantation to lower the protective curtain.

Her walk home feels more quiet than usual. Her thoughts aren’t buzzing with paranoia of getting back so late, or worry that she was overstepping in the Fushiguro’s lives.

She felt content. Calm. All she could hope was that her kids had a good night’s sleep, and that the next time she saw them they had nothing but good things to share with her. ___

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rinniemybeloved · 1 year

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Omg Heyy I just wanted to say I love your haikyuu writing!🥹 I was wondering if I can request kageyama, tsukishima and hinata (separate ofc) or whoever you want leaving lipstick lipstick stains on their faces I just think that’s so cute ❤️😪

[✦] - 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒

You leaving lipstick stains on their faces

notes : idk if u wanted headcanons or scenarios. Sorry if u wanted scenarios instead

warnings : MANGA SPOILERS, kissing??? Hinata's is kinda vague sorry

pairings : kageyama x fem!reader, tsukishima x fem!reader, hinata x fem!reader

𝐊𝐄𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

It was a prank. Tsukishima would have noticed straight away that there was lipstick if it wasn't. You were quite excited that this prank might just work.

Right before he went to practice, you kiss him on his cheek with a grin on your face. He asks you why you were smiling, but you shrug it off. Unlike any other day, he doesn't really take it into mind and goes to practice.

Literally the second he enters the gymnasium, Kyotani looks him up and down and say "had fun?"

Kei is confused. He honestly doesn't understand why Kyotani asked him that. He raised an eyebrow and answered his question with another question, "what do you mean?"

Kogane, who was listening to the whole conversation, bursts out laughing.

"Didn't you look in the mirror?" He can hardly get the words out, too busy laughing to see that his usual unaffectionate teammate doesn't notice that he has red lipstick on his cheek.

When he pulls out his phone from his pocket and looks at himself in the camera, the man is beyond annoyed AND embarrassed. Two emotions that Tsukishima didn't want to feel right now. He's gonna have a talk with you after practice.

𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀

In his case, neither Tobio or you noticed. It was really just an accidental thing. He was already in a rush, so he didn't care to look at himself once.

When he goes to practice, most of his teammates kinda just stare at him for a few seconds until all of them make a plan to not question Kags on why his neck is pinkish and just see how long it will be until he realizes.

Ushijima really wasn't up for it, but the others convinced him (random, but he's ushi so why not)

It wasn't that long until Tobio started to feel eyes on him, though. Whenever he felt someone staring, he'd mouth the word 'what?' But his teammates always shook their head to show that it was nothing big.

At last, he came up to Hoshiumi and sternly asked him, "What's wrong? Is there anything on my face?"

Hoshiumi looked around the gym a bit and then finally let out a chuckle. "Go look at yourself, dude."

Kags made a weird face a him as if he were trying to say 'why tf would i do that' but, when he actually goes to the bathroom and looks into the mirror, he finally gets it. There's pinkish-red stuff all over his neck.

Lucky you, he sent you a pic before wiping it all off <3

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀

This happened at a family reunion, so expect to feel second hand embarrasment

just moments before shoyo's mum opened the door, you gave him a kiss, knowing that you had lipstick on. You wanted to tell him and rub it off, but there was no time.

Shoyo's mum was already smiling when she welcomed you two in, but her smile grew when she saw Shoyo's cherry lips. She was hoping to see how long it would go until her son notices, but her daughter ruined it all.

Natsu ran up to her brother and hugged him tightly after months of not seeing him, but when she looked up, she started giggling. She didn't even ask him what it was. "Ewwww nii-chan, you were kissing (y/n) ?"

He was kinda put on the spot with that because didn't realize that he kissed you while you had lipstick on. So, he didn't really know what to do except turn his head to you and depend on you to answer.

Requests are open!

#haikyuu!!#hq #hq!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hinata x reader #tsukishima x reader #kageyama x reader #shotyo hinata #kei tsukishima #tobio kageyama

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gayfanservice · 9 months

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Hello! I have a request for you but please take your time there is no rush!

Can you please to Ushiwaka (Tendou’s nickname for him) with a male reader who loves physical touch but in public places get super overwhelmed? Like something i find really cute and something that i find special is when im overwhelmed ill lock pinkies with my partner. Nothing more nothing less just our pinkies. It feels extra special to me because its like you just are pinky promising to stay together forever but you guys are also giving each other physical touch.

Sorry if this is really long! Thank have a good day! :)

It’s not long at all! Perfect length, if I do say so myself. There’s only a couple of requests that are too long for my liking (like the twins + older brother, please don’t make requests this length. Please.)

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Chatter and sounds of utensils filled the cafeteria air as Wakatoshi and (Y/N) comfortably sat beside each other. The quiet pair barely chatted, merely basking in each others presence as they occasionally glanced at each other. The comfortable silence broken by none other than Tendō, Wakatoshi’s school best friend, dropping his poor tray onto the table as he quickly sat down, Semi following suit.

“Ushiwaka, (L/N)! Good morning!” The brightly haired fellow basically yelled, a smile on his face as Semi looked semi-dead. Poor man must’ve not gotten enough sleep to deal with Tendō’s shit this early in the morning.

Wakatoshi acknowledged them with a simple ‘Morning,’ while (Y/N) let out an inaudible hum. He loved hanging with friends, but the cafeteria was always his least favorite place. The loud people, buzzing lights, and all around noises were too much for his brain to handle. The only reason he actually shows up is because he needs food, and Wakatoshi, who also needs food. He’d only been in there for close to twenty minutes and his brain was already feeling foggy. It was beginning to be too much.

(Y/N) listened to three different conversations; some girl talking about a bad break up, a group of friends talking about what to do for the upcoming weekend, something about murder, which is probably about a video game. Probably. The clashing sounds of lights and chatter were getting to his head, no longer able to listen to Tendō’s hyper-fixation ramble on his newest manga series. His breathing quickened, chest feeling cold as his head slightly twitched every which way.

Wakatoshi glanced over at (Y/N), noticing the spaced out look on his face and his subtle twitching. He linked their pinkies with a squeeze, a subtle question wondering if (Y/N) was fine. He quickly settled his gaze back onto his tray. He felt (Y/N) squeeze a couple times; a special thing they did together instead of saying words was tapping or squeezing whatever they held of the other. One for no, two for yes, and three for ‘I love you’. It was perfect communication between two non-sociable human beings.

(Y/N) felt better, knowing someone he trusts is with him. His chest felt warm as he thought about how much Wakatoshi cares about him. (Y/N) could make it to the end with him.

Wakatoshi finished his tray as well as (Y/N), deciding it was time to head back to their dorms and away from people. The two stood, waving goodbye at Tendō and Semi, and placed their trays in the respective area before they made their way back to whoever’s dorm popped up first, pinkies intertwined once again.

The walk was quiet, neither really speaking as they walked through the long hallway filled with different doors. Wakatoshi’s door eventually came up. The two settled inside, the morning sun dimly lighting up the room through Wakatoshi’s curtains. As soon as the door closed (Y/N) wrapped his arms around Wakatoshi, chest to back. His cheek coddled into Wakatoshi, instantly feeling better as Wakatoshi held his hands. The two didn’t talk as they embraced, gentle smiles on both of their faces as they relaxed into each others, and only each others, presence.

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Bet you dont even remember making this request lmao

#i am so rusty man #loved the idea dont think i did above average tho :(#literally started this at 3 am lmao #god writing is so fun why cant i keep up a rhythm 😭#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #ushijima wakatoshi x male reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x male reader #ushijima x reader

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ozzgin · 7 months

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I’ve just found your blog and I’ve binged almost all of your Baki writings! I really love how you make reader so diverse in strength! That’s the one thing I wished Baki had more of, but such is why fan creations exist…But anyways! I was just wondering how you think the Baki Characters (whoever would react more surprised I guess) to a Mulan like reader? Like she fully clothed and acted like a man in order to be taken seriously in fights. like it’s after reader and them finish their brawl where it’s revealed, I’d like to think maybe the event leaves the Baki men with a more open idea of who a fighter can be?

A few years ago I read “He is a High-school girl” which is basically a mad strong delinquent pretending to be a girl in order to deal with his little sister’s bullies, and I’ve been obsessed with the female alternative idea ever since. So much that I’d begun sketching a manga concept around it and even shaped some characters for an otome game about a girl pretending to be a guy in an all-male juvenile prison in order to survive.

So to answer your question, I have absolutely pictured such a scenario in the Baki universe and I think it’d be great. Glorious. A lot of the Baki men would be very hesitant to hit a woman out of respect, so how can reader prove her strength without her opponent holding back? Obviously by introducing herself as a mysterious male fighter in the Underground Arena. Some baggy clothes, maybe a hoodie and a face mask, or just an overall masculine look as disguise.

The match is against some buff, massive opponent and reader receives some good blows throughout the fight. The other characters in the audience are quietly observing the event. “Not bad”, they think. That’s a good technique alright. They can feel the adrenalin rushing and already plan to challenge her and test their strength versus hers.

And then the battle is over. Reader’s face is bloodied and battered and she needs to freshen up, so she reveals herself. There’s an audible gasp from the audience. Yuujirou doesn’t care about gender (everyone’s a woman in his eyes anyway), he just wants to check if reader is the real deal. I feel like someone old-fashioned like Retsu or Hanayama would be shocked and unsure, but ultimately their love for fighting trumps over any kind of prejudice. Reader has proven herself to be strong and the men cannot resist a new potential rival in town.

#baki #baki headcanons

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levmada · 1 year

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You have such a good perspective on canon!levi, how do you do it!! 🥰🤩 the cold weather has made me think fluffy thoughts... sooooo....

What are your thoughts on post-war levi needing some help with cutting his hair? He can manage, but it's probably harder to do, right? Does he even keep the undercut? Uh-oh, maybe the top grows out enough for a bun. Is this the first time he lets someone other than his mother cut it for him? Does it mean something to him, or does he just not like other people messing with it? If he needed help, he probably wouldn't ask, you'd just have to get in there and do it... and then it would just be a part of your routine together. I need to hear your thoughts!!

Also happy new year 😘😘

xoxo

happy new year!! idk how this post got so srs but here we are.... i promise... its fluffy towards the end...

//internalized ableism, mentioned suicidal ideation, some minor manga spoilers + hinted ch132 spoiler | wc: 1.0k

He didn’t get to cut his hair (I bet) for that month he was in the forest with Zeke. And then after the final battle, he’s in the hospital for some long months while his face heals (did you know that face wounds heal super well compared to other flesh wounds?), he gets multiple surgeries on his knee, and treated for the internal bleeding caused by the explosion (remember when he coughs up blood in the manga?), etc. The point is, he’s in the worst shape of his life.

And in all that time, his bangs grow to fall over his eyes all the time. They don’t like to stay pushed back over his forehead, either, and the prickly stubbled part of his undercut gains length. The longer tail in the back has creeped down his nape.

This is one more thing to constantly unsettle him. Routinely he’s always cut his hair every two weeks on the dot if he can, and he’s never let it get bad enough to grow out this much, not since he was a little kid.

He’s always cut his hair himself, too. At this point he’s firm in the belief that he’s the only one who can get it right, and on top of Levi’s stubborn independence and his newly realized weaknesses, means he’s defiant to letting even you (who has stuck to his side since he was admitted) trim it. You can count on one hand how many times he let you help with it in the past.

“I’ll cut it for you,” you offer out of the blue, for the hundredth time.

He, who’d been half-dozing in his hospital bed, grunts to show his distaste. The majority of the bandages are off his face, except for the white wrappings hugging one of his eyes. Unfortunately, Hange’s stitches had been removed, and restitched. Levi got extremely irate with the doctor who explained to him that the work done was shoddy, like whoever that’d done it seemed to be in a rush.

Either way, it still feels strange to talk with the cleft in his lips. “You’ve done enough for me.”

You stroke his uninjured hand. The other is still bandaged. Recently, he went through another small surgery to get them properly amputated to the second knuckle to prevent nerve damage and infection. (I’m so fucking sad.)

“The most I’ve done is just be here,” you say meaningfully. “Please let me help, ‘Vi.”

For the most part, Levi has been completely numb since the war ended. Maybe he’s still in shock, like the professionals say, but he has had the suspicion that he’s broken... That is until you beg him so genuinely. A familiar affection for you pulls in him. It reminds him. Not broken.

He blinks at you, and sighs deeply through his nose. “Only if… it’s not too much trouble.”

“Never. I already asked for the proper tools.”

He deadpans a little, affection growing. “Fine.”

Smiling, you give him a kiss.

Levi huffs. He’s stronger than he was since being admitted. With a few pillows fluffed up behind him, he sits up with relative ease. His socked feet brush the floor, where he stares down, deliberating.

“You shouldn’t—”

“If you get that fucking chair, forget it.” He raises his head and glares defiantly at you. “I’m not a shitty baby. I can fucking walk.”

You never said he was, never even implied it, but you understand why he’s lashing out. So you compromise by sitting down beside him, and sliding your arm around his waist. He hooks one of his over your shoulders, saying nothing as you together maneuver to stand. The bathroom is a few paces away, but to Levi it feels like miles as he heavily favors his good leg, causing him to hobble.

His cheeks burn in humiliation. Not because you’re helping him, but the fact that he needs help in the first place. He doesn’t even let the nurses do this.

In the same way, all the meaning of this favor to him isn’t in you cutting his hair. It touches him that you’d go out of your way (in his mind) yet again for him, as difficult as he knows he’s being. Has been.

He hates that his body’s this way now. Mangled beyond recognition of how it used to be, how it used to work. He’s left broken parts. Damaged. He’s permanently useless forever, he thinks. The resulting burden makes him think at his darkest moments that it would’ve been easier on himself and everyone else if he just died after killing Zeke. His duty was done. It would’ve taken long enough.

This occasional slew of dark thoughts have grown more common since he’s had time to do more or less nothing but think. When he remembers that everyone he fought beside, including and especially you, were thrilled that he was recovering, he feels a horrible stab of guilt. He should be grateful. The Titans are gone. He should be at peace, overjoyed. He doesn’t deserve to feel this much pain considering everyone else who lost their lives. Everyone close to him is dead. But, except you. Except you.

(I need to get back on topic.)

In the bathroom, he braces himself using the counter, his bad leg raised as you drag a regular chair inside.

“Same as always?”

“Yeah.”

He thought he’d feel even more pathetic that he can’t even do this with two less fingers and his eyesight, but he finds himself… relaxed for the first time in ages. More placated whenever your fingers card through his hair, occasionally scratching affectionately as you go about trimming, then buzzing his hair way down near the base of his skull and around his ears.

You’re slow and careful about it, and Levi finds himself holding onto that.

When his hair is fixed, the style as he always had it, he feels a shred better. Your eyes meet through the reflection.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

Later in the future, when Levi is out of the hospital (which he leaves on crutches), and enough time has passed to partway recover and re-establish a new routine in your lives, you still cut his hair the majority of the time. His eyesight messes with his field of view—it’s a task to land kisses to your lips, let alone cut his hair straight. So even though he’s ambidextrous, that doesn’t mean much.

Every two weeks, same as always, you stand behind him with a towel laid out for the stray hairs, and wordlessly set about doing it for him. He could grow it out, but he much rather prefers a few things staying the same as they’ve always been. Including his hair. Especially you.

#aot drabbles #levi ackerman drabble #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman headcanons #levi ackerman angst #aot spoilers #snk x reader #levi ackerman x you

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tenjikubaby · 2 years

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shion couldn’t beat peh-yan and akkun, but can he beat the worst boyfriend allegations?

Good day, lovers of the great Shion Madarame, ex-leader of 9th generation Black Dragons. Please accept my offering.

What’s it like having Shion as your partner? Gender-neutral HCs

Shion may suffer from Goldfish Brain and go over-the-top for you even when you wish he wouldn’t, but hey, he has his sweet moments.

➼ Before you got together, Shion had this recurring fantasy of saving you from some other delinquent. He imagines you being so impressed and amazed by him, saying “Wow, you’re so strong!~ My hero!”. Once, during a meeting, he pictured you slowly leaning in for a kiss romance-movie style while he carried you away from the “villains”. This was cut off when he faced a rude awakening in the form of Mochi slapping his head.

➼ What did I say about being goldfish-brained? Shion’s the type to forget important dates like your birthday or anniversary. He’ll only remember midday, then panic for a while before rushing to a store. Passers-by will see this scary tattooed guy on a motorbike with a giant teddy bear strapped to his back. There was also a bouquet. Was. The flowers have already fallen off.

➼ After watching Kakucho cook, Shion got this bright idea to cook for you. Thankfully, there was no fire! But you were presented with a barely edible dish. He looked so proud of himself, though, that you couldn’t help but eat it. Seeing that you finished it, he was so happy and told you that he’ll do it again. Good luck. Slip in some suggestions on how to improve here and there.

➼ When you ask him to spend time with you, he’ll get so annoying! He’ll say, “Heh, you want to spend more time with me? You want me so bad, huh. Huh? Okay, okay, I’ll spend time with you, I guess.” It kinda makes you wanna punch him but please know that he also just wants to be told that he’s wanted.

➼ Sometimes, he will disappear on you FOR DAYS. You’re left worrying and wondering what happened to him until one day, he comes back explaining how he lost his phone during a gang fight (he was also out cold for three days but he skipped that detail). If you cry, he will feel so bad and won’t know what to do because he’s not used to having someone worry for his safety :(

➼ Unlike Rindou in the previous headcanon post, Shion tends to understate his pain when you patch him up after a fight. You really have to watch his face when you’re cleaning his wounds because he will act all tough and tell you “Psh, it’s nothing. Just a scratch.” Don’t fall for it 😤

➼ Obnoxious attempts to impress you. Always. If you thought you’ve seen Shion at his most embarrassing in the manga, you’re wrong. He will fight ANYONE and challenge ANYONE. You’re left to take care of him whenever he gets his ass kicked.

➼ Your enemies are his enemies. When you two are walking outside and you walk past a person you dislike, he’ll be like a barking dog. He will talk a lot of shit and might even start a fight. No, seriously, please drag him away before anything bad happens.

➼ One day, your boyfriend had a sudden personality change. He was sullen, quiet, brooding. You got worried, thinking something was bothering him so you asked if he was okay. He was confused. It turns out that Rindou just told him that mysterious men were more attractive.

➼ Doesn’t like it when you compliment other gang members in front of him. “Kaku’s so strong!” “Ran’s so graceful!” “Mochi’s so respectful!” He’ll be rude to whoever it is for like a few hours. For some reason, he’s okay if you compliment Izana. He’ll even agree with you.

➼ You lost your phone once so you couldn’t text with him for days. One night, he came to your window and surprised you with a new phone. You were about to ask where he got it, but then you switched the light on and saw, uh... little dried blood splatters on it. He obviously tried to wipe it off, but he didn’t get to remove them completely. Yeah...

➼ Shion will never miss a chance to talk about your achievements. Whether you’re in the arts, academe, or anything at all, he’ll be so proud of you. Even if he doesn’t really understand, he’ll still be proud of you! His boasting about being the leader of 9th Gen Black Dragon transfers to you. “My partner is this…” “My partner did this!” It’s embarrassing but also cute.

➼ Shion’s secret: he likes to sleep on your lap or to be spooned by you while you’re sleeping. He may be this tough guy out in the streets but really, he’s just your baby. You enjoy these moments of him at his quietest.

➼ I’m sure he gushes about you to Rindou. Rindou is kinda just forced to listen to it. Sometimes, he’s the guy Shion approaches for advice–like what to give you for your birthday, how to apologize after fights, etc. It’s because of him that Shion isn’t the #1 worst boyfriend...

BONUS:

Shion:

(Free translation of the first message: “Sorry for being annoying, I won’t be bothering you anymore.”)

Tagging my Shion-loving bestie @milkkicoffee! come get ur mad dog

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #shion madarame #shion madarame x reader #tenjikubaby #i tried to keep it balanced #i didn't want to clown on him too much #but i also wanted to stay true to his 3rd worst boyfriend ranking kjfdskjd #maybe let me know if you found it balanced

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silverbladexyz · 2 years

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HIII

I saw one of your latest posts and you wrote Tecchou so well😭😭 so i was thinking about requesting Fyodor (or Nikolai, whoever you prefer) and more Tecchou basic fluff hcs because your writing is honestly amazing🧍

HIIII anon! Thank youuuu, honestly sometimes I feel like my writing is a bit rushed :') but I’m glad that you like it! And I shall do all three of them, because why not? ^-^

BSD Manga spoilers below!

The gifs used are not mine. They belong to their original owners.

Fluff headcanons with Fyodor, Nikolai and Tecchou

Fyodor:

-As we all know, Fyodor is the leader of an underground organisation. And that means he is busy most of the time

-But he'll try his best to take time off to spend with you. Due to his big brain, I bet he can take away some time in his busy schedule to spend with you and still run the organisation with efficiency

-He strikes me as the type to like spending time with his s/o at home, or at nice and quiet places where nobody can come and interrupt his precious time with you

-Sooo you two will mostly spend time with each other at home. He would probably sit in silence with you, basking in your presence, while maybe introducing some of his hobbies to you.

-Chess games! If you don't know anything about it, Fyodor'll be more than happy to teach you. But be warned, he is very good at chess and seeing you lose to him every time just fuels his ego. Good luck trying to beat him just steal one of his pieces when he isn't looking lmao

-If you're into classical music, congrats, you've just found your soulmate. Just imagine Fyodor playing the cello for you underneath the moonlight... and I swear that he's hella good. Fyodor give me some of your musical talent pls If you play an instrument as well, play a duet with him! He thinks it’s romantic and it’s a great chance to flex your music skills on him as well (slay)

-Books! Just buy some classic or mystery books or borrow them from the library, and Fyodor would be more than happy to read them with you. If you make it into a competition to see who would read all of the books first, well... he’s already read nearly all of them. He’s just going to reveal the truth when you’ve finished reading them, only to see your reaction <333 but it’s Fyodor we’re talking about. Just enjoy your reading time with him <3

-I feel like Fyodor might take you out on library dates. And not just any library; I’m talking about the libraries that have old books, smells like old paper, and nearly nobody is in them. You two would just browse the shelfs for books, occasionally stopping and asking the other whether to give this book a go or not. And if you two both agree on one book, the rest of the date is spent reading it, your back against his chest while his cold hand is caressing your warm one. The vibes are just 💖💖💖

-If he’s not feeling as tired, and if you’re up for it, he might take you to concerts. Specifically classical music concerts; the ones where you wear formal clothing and all the musicians are professionals. His favourites are Tchaikovsky and Rachmaninov (personally some of my favourites too)

-His free days are spent drinking tea with you; sometimes conversating, sometimes enjoying the silence. He would even cuddle with you if you wanted! He’s cold most of the time, and he’s kind of bony, but even then his cuddles are great

-Talk to him about anything, and he would turn the conversation into a discussion. And it’s not one of those boring philosophical discussions where you might fall asleep. Fyodor makes the discussion very interesting, to the point where you could spend an eternity just talking about that one subject

-But please remember to remind him to take medicine for his anaemia. Or just sneak it into his food

Nikolai:

-This man is a burst of energy

-Literally you couldn’t go about for one minute before he pops up again, saying ‘Y/N!! Wanna see a new magic trick?!’ or ‘Y/N!!!! Did you know?’ And spouting a random fact that you probably had heard of before

-I feel like he is very affectionate. You’ll find yourself being adorned with hugs and kisses, each quite playful, but full of his love

-Takes you out to a lot of amusement parks, festivals, circuses, etc. If you’re an extrovert, he’ll love dragging you to different events, and if you’re an introvert, he’ll still drag you to different events, but only if you were comfortable with it

-Loves cuddling with you. 99% of the time he makes it into playful tickling sessions, but the other 1% of the time he’ll just hold you in his arms, and probably lean on your shoulder or bury his head into the crook of your neck. Sometimes extroverts need to recharge as well lol

-He’d be open to exploring different interests! For example, cooking, music, art, whatever you can think of! Most of the time, he’d do something reckless to incite laughter or purely because he’s bored, but he’ll stop if you ask him to. You’ll have to repay him in cuddles

-Lovesssss showing you magic tricks. Literally, he has so many of them he can even start his own business. One time, a bird popped out of his coat and flew right into your face. It was not fun, but Nikolai was laughing his head off

-But in his chill moments, Nikolai would cuddle you while listening to your soothing heartbeat. It calms him, and if he had an exhausting day he might just fall asleep to the sound of your heart beating

-Overall, he always wants to be around you and trying new things out with you <333

Tecchou:

-Tecchou doesn’t get a lot of spare time due to his work as a Hunting Dog, but whenever he does, he is always spending it with you <333

-He would offer you some of his food combinations; some of them are weird as hell and when he started mixing soy sauce with his coffee, you decided to teach him how to cook actual food

-He gets the hang of it pretty quickly; sometimes, he would cook you your favourite food and trust me it is better than what most restaurants serve. Tecchou still prefers his odd food combinations from time to time, but he also loves cooking you food and eating the food that you cooked for him

-Evenings are normally spent with you two chilling in each others’ arms. Normally, you guys would watch television, but there are some evenings where you would gaze at the beautiful sunset with him.

-One time you said that the sunset was beautiful. Tecchou replied with a ‘yes, but I still prefer you over it’ and that made you flustered. He was so confused and thought that you were having a fever lol. Please educate him on this

-I feel like Tecchou would probably take you out on strolls for dates. Just holding each others’ hand, looking at nature, and just being in each others’ presence says more than words ever could

-Tecchou also wants to try new things with you! Feel free to introduce your hobbies to him, and he will try it out with you. You like painting? Show him which brushes go well with different paintings and he would immediately paint an artwork of you. You like playing an instrument? Show him how to play it and he’ll be playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in no time like a pro. Basically, Tecchou is interested in what you’re interested in, and he often loves doing your hobbies with you <3

-Simply speaking, this man is boyfriend/husband material

Heyyy so I hope I did ok! Sorry that Nikolai’s part was a bit short, his personality is kind of hard to grasp for me, but don’t let that stop you from requesting for him

Overall, this request was quite fun to make! Don’t be afraid to pop into my inbox again~

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #tecchou x reader #bsd fluff #fyodor x you #nikolai x you #this request was so cute #silverbladexyz

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sanchoi21 · 6 months

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Intoxicating Violet

Fyodor Dostoyevsky bsd x reader

Waring: Its just comfort fic but may not be directly connected to the story line. It's only fluff but a bit mature. Image is from manga but eyes are painted by me.

You didn't know what to do, you were enchanted by him. From the smallest action he did for you, till his talks, his voice, or his ebony smooth hair, and ofcourse his enchanting violet eyes, you loved it all.

When the first time you two met, he was there standing alone in rain, with nothing shielding him from the divine showers of sky. Many people passed by him, but no one paid any heed. He looked sad, almost broken or perhaps lost in deep thought. You don't know what took over you, but you rushed towards him and shielded him with your red umbrella. After feeling the stoppage of downpour on his head, he lifted his gaze on you, those amethyst eyes, captivating yoi then and there. It was a unique colour, and you had never seen such beautiful eyes in your entire lifetime, but something dark and unsettling clouded those jewels. He blankly stared at you for a moment before asking, "Why? Why bother??" You couldn't help but feel a blush creep up your cheeks after hearing his deep voice, as if he wasn't handsome enough already. You simply replied, "I just wanted to, can't have you soak in rain, you might get sick." To tour reply he just chuckled a little and thanked you for your kindness, asking for your name.

And soon just like that, one meeting lead to another and he couldn't help but feel a lingering warmth everytime you two were together, initially he didn't realise what was this feeling, until one day when he saw you bleeding to death because someone had stabbed you thinking that you were the one who made them suffer, not knowing that they had got the wrong person.

As Fyodor saw you bleeding and unconscious, he couldn't help but panic to what might happen next, he needed you alive, he can't see you die not after all the deaths of his close ones he had experienced throughout the years. His mind was foggy as he waited for docter to treat you, he knew he had to take revenge on whoever hurted you like this, but his brain just wasn't functioning, he couldn't even figure out simple facts about the suspect which he can do in seconds on other normal days. He breathed a sigh of relief when doctor said that you are out of danger and that was the moment he realised, just how much you ate up his mind and thoughts, till the point to make him malfunction like that. His tough facade always crumpled when it came to you.

Days passed and he soon proposed you to marriage which you gladly agreed. After getting married life was good, infact felt like heaven, being beside Fyodor every single day filled you with joy. The only thing you didn't notice was that you never once got out of that house alone as he always insisted on following you just in case any trouble occurs. You didn't notice how one by one the people who hurt you, used to simply disappear from your life. You didn't notice how much deep you had fallen in love with him, till the point that maybe one day he might ask you to shot yourself, which you would do if he wanted. Being so much intoxicated by him, maybe wasn't good, but you didn't mind. You didn't mind his killings when he had shared about his work life and ultimate goal for those to you, you just wanted him safe. You really didn't care if he was a Devil disguised as an Angel, because only you knew that deep down he really was an Angel, a Lord who portrays himself as evil in order to lead people on the right path. Though his actions might be pure evil, but you knew the reasons behind those.

His touch was like fire on your heated skin, it's just like moth being attracted to the flame and going close to it, not knowing that one day it might be the reason for its death. You were the moth and he was the flame, despite being burned by him and his cold nature sometimes, you just couldn't get away. You were fully aware of the danger this man possessed but he was too sweet to get away from. He was like a drug to you, a drug which might harm you but feels just so good that you can never let go until you die. What can you do but just recieve love as he showered you with it, he never once hurted you or so he thought, but for him you were that flame for which he would sacrifice his everything, even himself. And who are you to deny the love of the Devil, when he was so sweet to you?

When one day he said that this might be the last time you see him, if he died, losing to Dazai, you broke down crying saying that, "Kill me first, it's better than seeing you die." To which he chuckled softly and pulled you close, patting your head, "Do you trust me?" Ofcourse you did, it was out of question but you still nodded. "Then till I come back, don't leave this house, don't believe if people tell you I died, I'll return back to you, I promise." Saying this he left, months passed which felt like millenniums, all these days you were alone, you felt empty inside still worried about him, but as he returned home, just as promised, though a bit injured, you hugged him tight never wanting to let go as he smiled down upon you.

This was your love, the love that you yearned for, just you didn't know that you will get it from such a dangerous man, but who are you to complain, when you will be cherishing it forever, just like he cherishes you.

#Fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd x reader #Fyodor bsd x reader #Bsd x reader #boungo stray dogs #Comfort #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #Bsd #Stray dogs Fyodor

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killabratzzcherri · 2 years

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♥︎. — muzan kibutsuji x reader

♥︎. — she was his beloved treasure, one of the sole reasons why he kept fighting. he was her wicked savior, the sole reason she had became one with the darkness.

♥︎. includes. — angst, implied!black!reader, female!reader, slavery, mentions of rape and sa, gore/blood, violence, toxic relationship, canon divergent, manga and ending spoilers, fingering, penetration, biting, degradation.

♥︎. tags. — none

♥︎. author’s note. — this is poorly written and it’s heavily rushed towards the end but I still hope you enjoy!

Everything began on that day.

You were a beautiful woman. With your brown skin and dark hair, twisted and braided into a style foreign to the land. You stood out among the pale-skinned and tanned people. Your beauty was chalked up to the result of the western beauty standards. However, despite your beauty, the treatment you received was not something a person of your appearance would experience. After all, you were a slave. Sold to the highest bidder like livestock. When your master first bought you, he stripped you bare and had the other servants wash you to try and rid of the “black ink” on your skin. I was only when your skin started turn red and bleed after the continuous rough scrubbing. Did your master realize that the brown color was your natural skin color.

For a short while, he was outraged that the slave trader had scammed him of his money. Going as far as demanding that they be brought to him and accept punishment. Soon though, he had come to accept you as a servant. You were fast and efficient with your chores, and you were definitely easy on the eyes as well. Something that irked him about you, was that you rarely showed emotion. You always kept an impassive expression on your face, and looked at him with your dull eyes as if you weren’t really looking at him.

Your master was a bad and sadistic man, and when you gave him a lack of response upset him. So, he did whatever he could to get a reaction out of you. Beating you, killing or whipping whoever got close to you in front of you, upping your chores, accusing you of crimes you didn’t commit. Even going as far as making you lay in bed with him against your will. But even as he defiled and tainted you in the worst ways possible, you remained somehow even more emotionless as before. Looking like a doll as you put up with everything he did to you.

As time passed, your master grew even more angry with you and you took it. You tried to fake an emotion to appease him but that only angered him more, thinking you were mocking him. He beat you worse that day and you never tried again. All this happened behind closed doors, and when guests were over, he would doll you up and send you out to entertain his guests. Especially the male ones as they stared at your exotic form with awe and lust. They had no restraint with touching and speaking with you as they pleased. Through these social events, you learned a lot of stuff that was happening in your area. Whether it be gossip or news, you knew it all. People had oil on their tongues when a lowly slave was around.

Despite your pretty face and slender body, your skin was littered with scars from beatings. Parts of your skin blackened from all the hard work. Soon enough, your master grew tired of you. Sending you off to serve his sickly son as a sort of punishment. Seeing as none of the other slaves and maids wanted to near or tend to him, not wanting to be close to such a sickly person. But you didn’t mind, you simply bowed your head in recognition of your assignment. It didn’t take long for you to move into the separate building, you didn’t own much and the things you did were easy to move.

Meeting you master’s sick son was probably the most important encounter you’ve had in your life. His name was Muzan, and he was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. When you first saw him, something in your heart fluttered, and for once you were thankful of your dark skin to hide your probably flushed cheeked. Despite his pale skin and frail body, you saw a handsome man who only yearned to be somebody important. You didn’t express your feelings though, that would be something you took to the grave. No matter how much your master disliked Muzan, and discarded him as a burden. He was still ranks above you and it would be blasphemy for him and you to have any sort of relationship past master and slave.

So you locked away your emotions and did your duty with the best of your abilities. For some time, you both rarely shared words apart from the formalities. However, as time slowly passed, you and him gained a trustful relationship. He was the only person who saw your smile and heard your quiet laugh. Who could sometimes feel your hair on the rare occasion you’re feeling bold and didn’t care about boundaries. Who saw your eyes change from their usual dull hue to hold sympathy at the sight of his illness flaring up. The only person who could see your face show any emotion besides indifference. The only person who could get a reaction from you from his lingering touches and flirty words.

Your relationship has long passed just a master and his slave. From longing touches and gazes, to secret kisses behind closed doors and lovesick conversations made in the dead of night to keep from getting caught. It was a whirlwind for you, to go from being an empty shell to being a human being in love. With her masters son no less. However, you didn’t care about what your master thought. This time, you wanted to be selfish, you wanted to love this man freely and be happy.

And nothing was ever going to take him away from you.

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You first found out about Muzan’s transformation when he had killed one of the maids that attended to him. You had noticed his strange behavior after the doctor had visited him. After all, you were the one to dispose of the body. It was on one of your round trips around the manor when you heard a lowly thud. The sound was so quiet that you would’ve missed it if you hadn’t been paying attention. You ran to the general direction where the sound came from and a small amount of fear ran through you.

The only room in that direction was Muzan’s bedchambers, since he preferred to be alone. So he stayed in a secluded and dark part of the house. You were quickly to open his sliding doors, not bothering to knock or ask for permission to enter. What greeted you though was a horrific sight that will forever stick with you. Even through the future centuries. Your hands flew to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming and from shock.

One of the maids mangled and dead body laid on the ground in a pool of their blood. The acrid smell of iron hit you in the face and it suddenly was a struggle to appear composed. The missing arm of the maid was held in your lovers hand. Large bite marks littered the limb and blood stained his face. Flashbacks from your time in the masters house made you really want to recede back into your empty shell.

It was only when you finally looked into Muzan’s eyes did you somewhat control yourself. His eyes shined a bright crimson red in the dark room, illuminated by the full moon. His pupils were predatory, eyeing you like it’s next prey. While beautiful, they were soulless, empty, and uncaring of the action he had just done. Those were the same eyes he looked upon you with. The same eyes that striked an unfamiliar fear into your heart and a bone-chilling shiver through your body.

A part of you understood that if given the right reason, he would kill you like he did her. You’re sure that he saw that understanding in your slowly dulling eyes. He stood up. Something he would usually have trouble doing, it only occurred to you now that he wasn’t in bed. Walked towards you, leaving the arm as if it was some old boring things, and stood over you. It was also now that you realized just how much taller he was than you, not that you had the will to even strain to look up at him. Opting to stare aimlessly at his now broad chest, and restraining yourself from glancing over at the dead girl laying in a dark corner of the room.

He placed his bloody hand on your cheek, caressing your face with his thumb and smearing blood on your face. This loving gesture didn’t last long before he moved his hand to your throat. Using his thumb to forcefully move your head up and look at him, you both only stared at each with empty eyes. His grip around your throat wasn’t necessarily tight but the threat was there, that at any moment he could kill you and silence you forever.

“I’m sorry my love, for you to see me in such a unsightly situation. Surely, you would still love a beast like me right?” He spoke, his words flowing off his tongue like oil.

“After all, who else would love you like I do? My dear father abuses you, the other servants and slaves all hate you, and you have nowhere to go. No one would dare take you as a wife and love you as much as I do. So, you wouldn’t betray me right?”

His words stung yet you couldn’t help but agree with him. He was the only one who treated you well, and you were willing to risk your life on the fact that he loved you. He was playing with the ribbon in your hair before pulling it, making it come undone, releasing them from its neat bun. Your beautifully done and decorated braids almost gracefully fell down to your sides and face. Your hair was the only luxury you were allowed to have, since people were enamored with the unique hairstyle and your master often made you do your hair to satisfy his guests.

You stared into his dull eyes that didn’t match with the loving expression he made. But you didn’t care, as long as he continued to love you then it didn’t matter what he did. You weren’t allowed to be picky. So you smiled, reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I would never Muzan-sama, I will forever love you and follow to the ends of the earth. I will worship you, care for you, fight for you, and do everything you ask of me. So please, continue to love me.”

Your words were like sweet honey to his ears, as his hand moved from your throat back to your cheek. Uncaring of the blood that now stained your skin, he kissed you with such passion that you just couldn’t resist returning. You loved this man. So you didn’t mind the disgusting taste of iron in your mouth, or ignoring the poor dead girl with lifeless eyes that stared at both your forms. You didn’t mind when he closed back his door and carried you to his bed, your legs wrapped around his waist, swollen lips, and messy clothes. You didn’t mind when he bit his own tongue while kissing you, giving you his blood. Making you go through the painful process of turning into a demon, nearly tearing your own throat from the intense burning sensation.

A part of you died that night, both physically and emotionally. As he peppered kissed along your panting form, only being able to let out pained moans in return. You felt a sense of acceptance as he held you so intimately.

“My beloved toy~, forever and always~”

Yes, you’ve accepted your position in this accursed life. You’ll forever be Muzan’s woman, his toy, his wife, his lover, his one and only, for as long as your body still walked this earth.

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Muzan had multiple ways of punishing you when you stepped out of line, some are more enjoyable than others. To be fair, he’s had thousands to perfect and come up with ideas to punish you. To keep track, you’ve categorized them into three categories. The physical, mental/emotional, and the sexual. Your least favorite is the mental ‘cause while you can heal physical wounds, you can’t heal your mental state.

You don’t have a most favorite. The other two are equally as bad, but if you had to choose, then sexual would be your choice. At least then you experience some type of pleasure. However, he rarely choose sexual punishments. Only when he’s already riled up does he decide ‘to show mercy’ on you.

You were hoping that he was in that mood today. It had been a really rough day and was annoyed with the useless bloodshed he was doing over simply getting annoyed. So you stopped him from killing a drunken that had accidentally stumbled into him in an alleyway. He didn’t take to kindly to that and was silent for the rest of the walk. You knew that your actions would have consequences, but you only hoped that he wouldn’t be so harsh.

So here you find yourself seated on your lovers lap, your back pressed up against his chest. His hand tightly gripping your bare waist to keep you still and from running away. His sharp nails dug into your skin and drew blood that trickled down your body and onto the bed. He didn’t care about it though, he would simply just replace the fabric once he was done. Not that you cared either, you were to busy clawing at his arms. Trying to escape from the immense pleasure he was giving you. His fingers working wonders on your cunt and making your vision go in and out.

He was meticulously rubbing your pussy from behind. Slow and gentle, then fast and rough thorough movements. Never really entering you, just rubbing and rubbing and rubbing with lots of pressure. Tips of his fingers grazing over your entrance, teasing you with an inch of penetration before going back. You’re holding onto his forearms while you grind yourself back against his fingers, whimpering as you get overwhelmed with pleasure. His lips on your neck. You’re pussy making such lewd sounds. You can’t hold back your orgasm any longer and you half expect him to pull away to deny you, your release. When you let out a loud cry from the intensity of your orgasm, you dig your nails into Muzan’s arms as he just keeps rubbing.

You realized that he intended to rip orgasm after orgasm out of you, and all you could do was lay there and take it.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? You acting all heroic for a lowly human, hm?” He spat, hand moving from your waist to your throat, roughly moving your head back. A tight grip that would kill any normal person in minutes. It only served to make your vision turn white and arouse you more as he rips another orgasm out of you.

“Mghnn…M-Muzan-sama..agh, p-please forgive me” you moaned out.

“No no no, this is what you asked for so you take it like a good little whore. You wanna be a hero then take all the orgasms I give you”. You didn’t know that you would become such a mess simply from his fingers. Your body shaking from the overwhelming pleasure he was providing you, not even giving you a break in between your highs.

After what you presumed was your fourth orgasm did Muzan finally stop. By now, your clit was swollen and highly sensitive, to the point where it hurt with the pleasure. Fresh and dried tears stained your pretty face, along with your ruined makeup and blood from Muzan’s hand. Your neck was littered with hickeys and bleeding bite marks. Muzan still had a firm grip on your throat, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve blacked up at least once by now.

He forced your mouth open, shoving two cum soaked fingers into your mouth and down your throat. Despite being used to his rough behavior, your eyes still widened at the act and the taste of yourself on your tongue was sudden, but not exactly uncommon. After letting his fingers soak in your mouth, took them out and without warning, stuck his fingers into your still sensitive cunt. Eliciting a loud moan from your sore throat.

“You didn’t think that was the end, did you? Oh no, we’ve got all day to reward you” he spoke in a sultry tone, a smirk adorning him pale face.

He hoists one of your legs onto the bed and undid his pants, pulling it down to free his leaking erection. Even after thousands of years, his cock never fails to nearly split you open with its size. While it was the normal 6in in length, the girth of it was thicker and always stretched you out. The sight nearly made you drool in want and desperation.

He removed his fingers and lined up against your entrance. The feeling of him entering was dumbifying, making you cum just from the pleasure of him bottoming out. The sight of you was nothing short of shameful, with your hair a mess, tongue out and mouth wide open in a silent scream. His only act of kindness was giving you a second to get used to his size before pulling out and plowing back into you. He continued this rough pace, even letting you turn around so he could see your fuck-out face. You wrapped your legs around his waist and claw at his back. Even if the wounds from your scratches instantly healed, Muzan took silent pride in reducing to you to a mere lustful whore.

Your eyes were out of focus as your mind was fucked blanked, leaving no room for coherent thoughts. He loved hearing your sluttish moans, especially when it rose an octave higher when he hit that special spot. He loved watching your boobs jiggle from the force of his thrusts. Loved hearing your mindless babble of insensible words and his name. He loved everything about you, and this was his way of showing it.

So as you go through your latest release, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your back arching and fingers and toes curling up from the intense surge of pleasure wash over your body. Muzan is sure to ingrain the shameful images of you into his head, because you are the most perfect goddess to roam this earth. The only one fit to stand by his side and be tainted so much by him alone.

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You knew this day would come.

The day where God would finally condemn you and your lover for your sins. You always dreaded the thought of finally dying. No matter the sugarcoated words Muzan would whisper into your ears, about how you and him would conquer the sun and rule the world. Bringing humanity to its knees. Even on the nights that he would hold your body so gently and spoke hushed promises of greatness. Deep down, you couldn’t believe him. God never favored the wicked, you knew this to be true. So Muzan’s words only gave you a temporary comfort.

There was no hope for redemption for you. You’ve done and said unspeakable things, some you don’t even regret nor care enough to remember. Muzan had tainted you through and through, with not only his blood running through you, but also some of his ways of thinking. You hated that part of you. You hated how quickly you were to anger now. How quickly you casted a humans’ life aside in favor of your own. How you were filled with a sense of ecstasy at the notion of being worshiped, seeing people grovel at your feet. You hated it with a burning passion. But what you hated more, was just how much you loved it.

You’ve come to terms with the fact that you’re a horrible person. One that shouldn’t be allowed to roam the earth with the living. However, you were to selfish to concede to that. You didn’t want to die just to please humans, the thought disgusted you. All your life, you’ve bowed down to the will of man, enduring their lustful stare and inappropriate groping. Even now, you still had to bow down to your lover who had forced this repulsive lifestyle onto you.

So while it wasn’t a surprise, the revelation that you may actually perish tonight struck fear into your still heart. Tonight was the night that everything would finally come to an end. The continuous bloodshed between humans and demons had finally reached its peak. No matter how many slayer you struck down, more would rise to try and struck you down. The city was a a complete war zone. Houses and the streets were bathed in the fallen’s blood and lifeless bodies. It was a scene straight out of one’s worst nightmare. No. Even worse than that.

God showed no mercy that night. Neither for man or demon. While Muzan had ordered you to hide, the slayers forced their way to you and multiple fights ensued. While you were by no means weak, the mental strain from trying to fight off hoards of slayers was taxing. To the point where everything became a blur, the only thought in your mind was to survive no matter what and get back to Muzan. You told yourself that he fix everything, that you both would be able to live another day and he would fulfill all the promises of greatness with you.

You knew it was foolish thinking, but you wanted to believe so bad that it would become true. You loved him to much to simply give up. As the hours passed and the time of dawn grew closer, you slowly accepted your inevitable death. All the Upper Moons were dead and only you and Muzan were the last demons alive. The main two that everyone despised. In spite of the Upper Moons killing some of the hashiras, even the most badly injured ones stood tall and battled fiercely.

They swung their swords with such intensity and hatred that it almost made you want to surrender and beg for mercy on your death. You were starting to slow on your dodges, not finding openings to attack during their vicious assault. Your body was covered in your blood from multiple fatal wounds. Your eyes shined a bright red with narrow pupils and veins tracing the corners, canines sharp and stained with blood, showcased for all to see in a angry sneer. Your normally neat hair was wild and dirty from dirt and dry blood, more veins popping from your hands as you brandished you razor sharp nails. You looked absolutely feral and demonic.

During the fight, you were thrown into one of the abandoned houses. As you quickly got up, you got a glance of something from your side. You looked to get a clearer view, making sure it’s not a trap, the sight made your heart drop. It was a broken mirror, but in the remaining glass shards, you could see a broken reflection of yourself and what was looking back at you couldn’t have been what you looked like. This wasn’t what you wanted, you just wanted to live a happy life, not turn into a flesh-eating monster.

You didn’t have time to process your emotions as another barrage of attacks hit you. At this new revelation, you didn’t have the same fight to survive anymore. The horrific image of yourself haunted you. You wanted to give up, accept death and pray that God have mercy on your and Muzan’s soul. Muzan…..

That bastard.

At the reminder of Muzan, a wave of anger and hatred hit you. He was the cause of all of this. If he wasn’t so obsessed with power than you both could’ve just lived a happy life. But instead, he wanted more and more to the point where he hurt everything around him, even you. He was the reason why your life was so miserable, it wasn’t like he treated you good. He was constantly condescending and treated you like a trophy to the other demons, not even the lower moons respected you.

You constantly had to watch what you said around him in fear that he would punish you, and spent many lonely night by yourself when he was tending to his human wives. It disgusted you and you through multiple fits which he always responded to with a mere disappointed glare. “You are my wife, don’t embarrass me by acting so shamefully,” he would always say like you were in the wrong for getting upset. Even when you took on human lovers yourself to make him jealous, he would simply kill them and leave you for days or even weeks to ‘teach you a lesson’.

Many nights you cried into Daki’s arms from frustration with him, knowing you could do nothing about his behavior. There were even times where a part of you wanted him to die. For him to burn violently under that harsh sun and for there not to even be a speck of ash from his body left. For a him to get bested by a slayer and get mutilated past the point of recognition, or you would mercilessly smash his face into whatever surface you deemed suitable and stab him repeatedly. You wanted to break him in both mind and spirit, you wanted to have him grovel at your feet and beg for your attention like he does with you. Have him lick at your feet and hump your leg like a dog in heat.

It was then you realized just how much he tainted you. In your previous life, you would’ve never thought like this, but after years of being with Muzan, you have changed and turned evil. You also realize that, that was exactly what he wanted. In order for you to stay by his side, you needed to be able to handle the role of being the second most hated person in the world. What made you hate you hate him, was the fact that despite all the abuse he put you through. You still love him. You love him with all your heart, body, and soul.

The sun was beginning to rise and you knew your time has come. Muzan was backed into many corners and had changed his form many times, but even then nothing could prevent his death. He had transformed into a big hideous baby to try and protect himself from the sun but it was futile. You could hear his inner cry and the form try to dig underground, desperately trying escape death. At this point, you’ve had enough and sent a power blow to the remaining slayer trying to finish you off. Making a dash for your husband, you evaded the slayer trying to stop you and reached Muzan’s deformed body.

You pressed your body against it and you could feel your physical body being absorbed. All you wanted to do was to see your husband one last time and you desperately searched for his subconscious. You saw him trying to convince Tanjiro to take his place as the demon king, to finish what he had started. But the boy refused, leaving Muzan behind to reunite with his fellow slayers and friends. Muzan cried out in frustration and desperation, for him to come back and fulfill his dying dreams. He didn’t listen though and left him alone in the darkness. You saw him become angry and it broke your heart to see him in such a state. No matter how badly he treated you, you couldn’t stand to see him experience such pain.

As you watch him, you saw that he is experiencing the true feelings of despair. He sees his dreams disappearing right before his eyes. Everything that he worked so hard for was slipping right through his fingers and there was nothing he could do about it. His eyes are wide as they try to process just what was happening, how something like this could happen to a god like him. He was supposed to have everything yet somehow, he doesn’t.

Then, through the darkness and hopelessness of it all, you appeared. He expected you to yell at him, hit him, curse him for not giving you what he had promised. Instead, you looked at him with loving and sad eyes with a reassuring smile. His anger got the best of him as he yelled at you, “what’re smiling at! We’re fucking dead and all you want to do is stand there and look pretty!?”.

He expected you to get angry back, after all, he had turned you into a vindictive woman. However, instead of retaliating and blaming him for their failure, you sigh, a tired exhale that holds no disappointment or contempt. “It’s okay, you tried your best and lost, it’s not your fault,” you say, and as your words finally catch up to him, Muzan feels his world come to a hard stop. Since he became a demon, he’s told himself that he always needs to be the best. That demons were superior to everyone else and he was the only one worthy to be the king. He was a god, everyone else should just bend to his will and die. There was no way a god like him would die by those filthy humans -

It’s the familiar warm fingers, gently caressing over his cheek that snap him back to reality. Slowing down his rapid breathing. When he blinks up at you, he finds you kneeling in front of him. Your arms wrapped protectively around him, his cheek pressed against your exposed cleavage as if a mother was hugging their child. His hands immediately come from tightly gripping your forearms to embrace you, to his palms on your back and nails curling against your kimono. Cradling the back of his head, uncaring of the way he breaks down before you. Nothing but a warm smile graced your bloodied lips.

“It’s okay, it’s all over now. You can finally rest,” you whisper, and for a moment. Muzan swears, he sees God’s deliverance through you. A overwhelming feeling of tranquility fills him as he embraced the sweet grips of your love and comfort. Now, the thought of dying didn’t seem so scary as it once did. He had no reason to fight anymore, his body was starting to disintegrate and as long as you were by his side then he didn’t care. His only wish would be that if there was a heaven or hell, then you would go to heaven. You didn’t deserve to burn in hell with him, you were just a soul that was tainted by the likes of him. However, some part of him selfishly wished that you would stay with him for eternity. Even if it meant that you would have to follow him down to hell.

“I love you,” Muzan spoke, voice hoarse from the pain of his burning body, and from the heavy weight of your words. Muzan’s shoulders hitch in an uncharacteristic sob, “my girl. The best woman in the whole world.”

“Yours…” you whispered back. A single tear slid down your cheek, the reality and acceptance of your deaths coming full force. “Yours, always and forever,” you added, a quiet tremble in your voice. You held him tighter, running your fingers through his hair, and let some of the sadness you felt seep into your tone.

“The Demon King’s wife. His Beloved Toy.”

Muzan looked up to see you smiling that small, fond smile again. Your eyes beaming with affection as you smiled down at him, your own body burning away. He felt tears sting at his eyes again, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to regret or feel shame for the way his legs trembled from kneeling for so long, or the way his being burned with anger and hatred for the demon slayers to reduce not only him but you to a pathetic mess. He just couldn’t, not with your hand on his head and around him. In his final moments, he enjoyed the view of all the colors of dawn as the sun rose over the destroyed village. Even after both of your bodies were no more than dust in the wind, he could still feel the warmth of your embrace. As the grips of death took ahold of him, he accepted his fate and let the darkness overtake him.

The next time he’s aware, he finds himself in his old home. The only difference was that it was surrounded by tall, thick, dark trees with red spider-lilies littering the area. He was dressed in his old garments that he wore before becoming a demon. Was this his punishment? To live as his old, weak and sickly self in that dark house caged in by a dark forest, for all of eternity. Even the sky was gloomy, with gray clouds blocking any potential sunlight. He was close to breaking down, but then the sliding door the to house opened. His eyes widened at the sight of you. Standing there in your past human form and clothes. Tears brimmed his eyes at the sight, hoping, praying, that this wasn’t just another way for hell to punish him. But when you smiled back at him, nearly as close to tears as him, he knew that you were his Y/n.

He walked to the porch and pulled you into a tight embrace. One you didn’t hesitate to return with matched emotions. Neither of you said anything, you were to busy crying into his clothes with happiness and he wanted to savor this moment of you finally back in his arms. Muzan buried his face into the top of your head, inhaling your sweet scent and smiling as a sense of peace washed over him.

He was home.

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Hi Hezu! It’s been a while, Hope you’re doing Well 😊 since the Blaech TYBW Arc is getting Animated👀(more excited to see the Animation), There are Questions I Got to Ask! What would happen if Ichigo Took Rukia instead of Orihime to Face Yhwach? Would it have changed The story that we Currently have or Remain The Same? (To Me, I Think The Main Characters Ichigo and Rukia should Ended The Final Arc As They Are “🖤The Death and Stawberry🍓” Plus They Started The journey and shouldn’t They have finished the Journey Together as Well? I don’t know The Ending in The Manga was Messed up for Me😖) and Also How Would You have Rewritten TYBW Arc? Sorry That There are to many Questions😅😔

Ah! I almost forgot to Mention, Have you Heard about “Vanitas no Carte”?🤔 it’s Anime About Vampires and More🦋

So the whole thing with Ichigo and Yhwach was already a bit of a mess, what with him stealing Ichigo's powers, the Fullbringers kinda just showing up as a Deus Ex Machina... and the overall rush of the storyline just didn't fit as a finale. I would have completely rewritten BLEACH's final arc so it wouldn't have come down to Ichigo chasing Yhwach through a portal. Anyway, Rukia, despite being more powerful than Orihime, probably wouldn't have made a whole lot of difference in the fight. Her bankai is too dangerous to use on an unpredictable enemy. Her ice powers might have proved more useful than Orihime's powers, but overall I don't think she would have won them the war. She could have very well become an injured damsel in distress too. It is very weird that Renji of all people comes along to the final battle, and not like... ALL of them. Out of everyone, Renji is the one who doesn't belong in the main cast, but they always act like he does. He wronged pretty much every member of Karakura in some way, and he's never made up for it. Rukia spent time in the world of the living and time with the Karakura team when Renji hasn't. (Even when he did, he spent it with Urahara, who is also a shinigami) So he can't relate to any of them. He may be one of Ichigo's rivals but its just very random for him to come in to assist Ichigo, especially when in the end he barely puts up a fight before Aizen has to interfere. Well for one, to fix the arc, I would have honestly had Yhwach kidnap Ichigo, brainwash him, and train him as a proper Quincy, because Uryu is really useless here. I feel like Uryu, once he realizes Ichigo has been captured and Ichigo is a QUINCY, Uryu would finally have a purpose and kick it into high gear to try and help not only himself but also Ichigo. He's gotta drop his secret agent nonsense with Yhwach to try and get Ichigo out unscathed, which involves needing the help of the other members of Karakura. I’d fix Bazz B and Jugram’s friendship. Maybe have Jugram turn against Yhwach for the sake of Bazz B in the end. (I’d fix a lot of other Quincy characters too, to make them more likable and relatable because honestly I don’t care about any of them) There wouldn't be zombies in the way they were introduced. X-axis guy would never turn into giant mitosis birds because what the fucking hell was that I'd also have more flashbacks explaining the soul king, on top of Yhwach's actual overall plans. Aizen escapes. He never gets back in that chair. At some point maybe ichigos powers go haywire because yhwach is controlling his Quincy side and that clashes with his hollow. Any excuse to see more zangetsu. Maybe Quincy Zangetsu gives up because he knows its inevitable that Yhwach will win, but Ichigo and Hollow Zangetsu manage to convince him. Ichigo gets a badass complete bankai, a perfect fusion of ALL his powers that Yhwach never foresaw, and destroys the man. (See the Bleach Brave Souls all powerful version of Ichigo for reference) Ichigo becomes Soul King, or maybe even Aizen becomes the Soul King. Whoever becomes the next Soul King is placed in Stasis, unable to move or speak……. Or maybe that whole thing is tossed out and they can freely walk around the Zero Squad Barracks. If Ichigo doesn’t become Soul King, then he at the very least would no longer be allowed to return to the human world and he’d probably become a captain, resparking the Shiba family Noble line.

Side note but I’d explain what on Earth was going on with Komamura’s family history, I’d probably kill Toushiro or make him ill (his life was cut in half and he becomes an adult for some really weird reason when he goes bankai… like I know hes the most popular BLEACH character in Japan but he’s been through way too much to come out unscathed like that) Nemu and Mayuri would have never had that creepy Stockholm syndrome chapter sequence. Absolutely kill off Mayuri. Maybe Nemu could take over as the new squad captain in his place. Ichigo’s friends’ tickets would actually be usable and have meaning despite the horrible timing they received them. Orihime and/or Hachigen fix Captain Kyouraku’s eye (because wtf why is that not fixed yet. Like yeah , eye patches are cool but sir there’s people who can fix that for you. Right there. Even Nemu could probably make one for you. Fix it.) Neliel and Grimmjow would have gotten a fight scene against some powerful Quincy, maybe see some Segunda Etapa forms from them. Def a lot more bankais from other characters, especially Hisagi, whose bankai was hinted at, but never received until the novel.

And probably so much more. I would have rewritten the entire Fullbring arc as well. Given Orihime and Chad proper upgrades. I would have never separated the gang as much as Kubo has the past decade... There’s just so much to fix. ~~~

I've heard of Vanitas no Carte and I've seen some episodes. It looks really pretty and it seems like something I could get into. The main character sorta reminds me of Lelouch. Unfortunately, the anime has a major tonal dissonance problem. One moment it's very serious or scary, and the next the characters have a complete 180 comedic reaction, and it seems to happen constantly to the point where I'm taken out of the story because of it. And I'm also confused on the direction of it. It seems to tease a romantic subtext with the main characters, Vanitas and Noe, but they both actually have girlfriends??? That they are super romantically involved with? But the girls don't have as much screen time or an overarching plot that truly relates to main characters' overall story? I mean I haven't watched the full thing, so maybe I'm missing something, but we spend a good chunk of time focusing on those relationships instead of the plot at hand and I don’t understand what their purpose in the story is. So I could check it out, but I think it won’t be something I’ll be able to stick to.

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A Devil's Dream - Chainsaw Devil/Pochita

Anime/Manga: Chainsaw Man

Spoilers for Pochita's wish :') Okay I almost went along with the storyline and it'd be a lot of spoilers, so now it's very much adjacent.

Damn I'm like, actually really proud of this one. I'm not sure if this is what you'd wanted, but I'd love some feedback.

The Chainsaw Devil. The Hero of Hell. Without question, one of the fiercest devils, with four powerful arms, razor teeth, spike lined armor upon flesh and a rev that could be heard across the plains of Hell itself.

He was feared. He was worshiped. He was the one being that would come to a cry for aid in the unforgiving land of ancient fears torment.

Not a devil who wanted power, or suffering. Not lusting for bloodshed or servitude. All of that he could have, easily. Without trying. What he did wish for was foolish, a dream. Something maybe he could achieve through fear and demands if could find someone before they ran from him.

Fleeing, always fleeing. Whether regarded as for or that which he had come to aid, they would flee. Not wanting to chance their spared life by hanging around that who had already killed what had been prepared to end them before his arrival.

The Chainsaw Devil, in all his weaponry and armor, yearned endlessly, for a hug. A simple, ridiculous wish. An impossible dream but the devil never ceased to yearn for it. The deep rooted need never lessened.

He thought about it, and truthfully it made sense. Even without the fear he brought forth from all that faced him,

After all, he was covered in sharp, painful spikes that would injure whoever might hug him. His armor so thick and hard that he would never be able to feel the warmth shared through the hug that he so desperately craves so seep into his bones. He could never hug back, his chainsaws would be so painful on anyone who tried.

Nothing would hug something so terrifying and dangerous as the Chainsaw Devil.

Until, you. A small human.

All humans are small compared to him, soft and weak. Your cry for help as a demon had cornered you brought him immediately to your aid.

A Devil. Terrifying, dangerous, a hideous monster and you were helpless against it, You've seen what they could do. You had no hope for rescue when you cried out, and yet-

A new Devil. Bigger. Even if knowing nothing else, he was clearly far more powerful than the one attacking you, with roaring chainsaws, destroying the other effortlessly, blood flying everywhere in the seconds it took for you to watch.

It's over immediately, the other Devil done for, and the stronger one, the spiked Devil that looks made for war, is quiet. He turns toward you, head tilting as you have not run from him. Still staring up in shock at him, your savior.

"Th-thank you." Your words are shaky. Legs like jelly when you stand to face him and suddenly it feels like too much, being chased by a monster, almost being killed with no chance to escape, and then a Devil like you had never seen comes to your rescue.

Tears prick your eyes and your nose feels runny, it's not pretty and everything feels overwhelming and all Too Much but you can't help it and rush forward, wrapping your arms around the large Devil's waist and clinging to him, face pressed to the smooth, hard armor plates of his torso.

His arms had raised as you lunged, held high as not to hurt you coming at him but now he was still. So still.

"A hug..." He murmured, gravely voice of battle screams and yells unnaturally softened, almost lost at the words. His helm tilts down at you, so small.

"Huh? "You pull back, wiping your eyes and staring up at the man, beast that had saved your life.

A Piercing gaze from someone with no visible eyes as he stares at you makes you shuffle on the spot.

"A hug." He repeats, and you realize with a jolt. You just hugged a Devil, a dangerous Devil, who likely did not want a hug, who might still kill you, that you definitely did not ask if you could hug, that was really rude-

"Again, please." His deep voices cuts off your rambling thoughts, you think he sounds unsure, and if you'd known him more you'd know how desperate he is within that.

"You want me to... hug you again?" You're not sure you understood him.

The Devil stands strong, as if waiting for an impact, bracing himself for something you don't know. For rejection.

"Yes. He looks down at you, not expectantly, you think it's something else. "I would."

It's a little funny you think, or just wild. But you don't feel the need to be scared, he did save you. And he asks for another hug. You smile a little, just an upturn to your lips and step closer.

"Thank you, my hero" Your arms are around him, pressing yourself firmly to the Devil despite the blood still splattered across him, and you would swear he relaxed in your hold.

You are soft. Without question, though his thick hide doesn't allow him to feel it. He is a savior, a 'hero of hell' is what they called him. Going to the aid of whoever needs help, anyone, wanting justice for all, but like an impossible dream as you hug him, you, he wants to protect.

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"You know..." You say, pulling your cheek away from solid muscle to look at the Devil above you "Normal chainsaws come with covers for when you're not using them, maybe we can get you something like that so you can hug me back."

It's a serious thought, you'd been trying to come up with a solution for awhile, you know he wants to be able to.

He laughs. A powerful rumble in his chest that shakes you both and you smile leaning back against him, your big, deadly hero, who loves nothing more than to be granted your hugs, and call you 'his dream'.

#Chainsaw Devil x reader #Chainsaw Devil imagine #Chainsaw man x reader #Chainsaw man imagine #CSM x reader #CSM imagine #my stuff

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Special Ch.1

Tomura Shigaraki x Quirkless! Reader

Starts one year prior to the events of the series, Shigaraki lacks 'something' that he can't find on his own, and he finds that in you. A companion, a friend, and one day...something more. For now, though, you're more than content to coexist. CONTAINS POTENTIAL MANGA SPOILERS! Read at your own risk!

All For One rarely makes mistakes. Even the tiniest of setbacks can scarcely be called ‘mistakes’ in his mind, for they are rarely irreparable. Everything done by design, to the smallest detail, is what he excels in. Tomura Shigaraki, his poetic masterpiece, is obviously included in this. However, he understands the good doctor Garaki’s intentions when they meet up for one of his ‘assessments.’

“He’s got issues. Nobody is going to follow him like this if all he cares about is destruction.” Dr. Garaki intones as he turns away from the screen, displaying the teenage Shigaraki from a few days ago. All For One knows that the doctor will follow him near unconditionally, and with regards to that loyalty, will say the truths that others under his command would falter. Perhaps it’s the decades-long relationship between them, not to mention the complicated history of scientific procedures, that allows for this near equal relationship. All For One taps his index finger on the desk, knowing that Dr. Garaki has a suggested solution.

“Get him a companion. Not like Kurogiri– A real one, someone his age.” Dr. Garaki elaborates. All For One has kept the young man isolated for a reason, to mold his anger, cultivate his hatred into a fine work of art– but he lacks the finer social skills, the striking charisma that he has. He’s admittedly assumed that it would come in time, with his careful guidance, but if Dr. Garaki is bringing it up, the idea must have merit.

“We still have some spares from the Nomu ingredients. I’ll give you a list that you can pick out that you’d think would be suitable for curbing some of that temper of his.” Dr. Garaki hands a list of the surviving teenagers, fitted with pictures and brief descriptions of skills and personality, to him. He’s spoken to most of them personally, built up rapport, but there are a few names on there that he isn’t familiar with yet. Ever the overachiever, that doctor. Surely it won’t be hard to find him someone of a good temperament that Shigaraki would mesh with?

How quickly do such thoughts prove themselves wrong in the end.

Shigaraki only nearly kills one of those chosen for him (It was mostly an accident…An attempt to intimidate gone a little too far), but the rest of them have the opposite effect of what he and the doctor intend. His red eyes glare at whoever is introduced to him, and he snaps at the slightest inclination of someone infringing on what is his, on his place. He always finds something to complain about and those who do end up beside him become underlings, something crushed under his will– Not the kind of relationship he’s looking for Shigaraki to cultivate. It cannot be true equality, of course, as there has to be loyalty to Shigaraki and his orders– but he has enough of a yes man and caretaker in Kurogiri. Shigaraki needs someone to challenge his beliefs in his own solidarity.

The solution to this is admittedly very simple, so much so that it causes a soft laugh to escape. Of course, of course! He’s been choosing those he interacts with for him, based on his own criteria, rather than factoring in Shigaraki’s personal tastes. He doesn’t necessarily need a hyper-competent companion. Nodding in satisfaction, he sends the amended list towards Shigaraki through fax, and asks him to choose who he’d like.

Shigaraki, blurry from the screen, takes a look at the printed list. All For One waits patiently. There have been enough mishaps, no need to rush things. It’s a good sign that Shigaraki’s red eyes focus, flitting down and across the pages. The shaggy blue hair that covers his eyes obscures most of his face like this, but his body language is the same as it’s always been whenever he takes on a task: stiff and hunched over, with only a couple of fingers to flip through. Eventually, he points to a portrait on the last page, one that was added at the last minute. As always, his pupil is full of surprises.

“I see, I see.” He intones over the speaker, curiously going over your file. “Are you sure?”

Shigaraki just barely nods his head with an affirmative grunt.

“This one doesn’t look as stupid as the rest of them.” The bland response is more or less expected as there’s no other identifying information, just a name and a face. A spark of interest is all that he needs, as well as the fun little surprise that he’d get when they met.

Perhaps even ‘blanks’ have their uses?

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You owe everything to him. Life on the streets was hard, but the orphanage was what saved you. You can still remember the gentle hands of the benefactor. You never learned his name, but his hands were warmer than anything that you’d ever felt. Food. Shelter. A place to call home– Fuck, he gave you a purpose to live on. You’d do just about anything for him, so obviously, when the doctor called you in, you were bursting with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

“We have someone we’d like you to meet. He’s a difficult, immature child, but I trust you to do what you’ve been entrusted with.”

Dr. Garaki makes a dismissing gesture towards the mass of fog and black mist that materialized seemingly out of nowhere. You’re a little shocked, having never seen this before, but you don’t let it show on your face. A distinguished voice echoes out from inside of it, or perhaps…maybe this mass of darkness is the voice.

“Hello.” He’s the epitome of manners and class; you’re sure that if he were in a more physical form, he’d be bowing at a perfect angle. “My name is Kurogiri. I’ve been instructed to escort you. Are you fully prepared?” His glowing yellow eyes flicker as he waits for your answer.

You nod. It’s not like you have much to your name outside of the clothes on your back and small overnight bag of essentials. He humbly invites you to take a step inside of him, reassuring you in the same lofty voice that absolutely no harm would come to you. Despite not really wanting to do so, you take a deep breath and step inside. It’s not unpleasant like you expected. A strange feeling covers your entire body, but it’s neither cold nor hot, physical but also your hands seem to faze through. He advises you to take a step forward, as you’ve reached your destination. The entire interaction couldn’t have taken more than a few seconds, but as you step out from the darkness and into the dimly lit room, you’re definitely nowhere near your previous destination.

It’s some kind of dive bar, but the interior is clean and well-taken care of. You’ve been in and around enough of them to know one when you see one. Kurogiri is behind the bar now, and you can get a better look at him. He wasn’t joking about you being inside– what was visible outside of the dapper bartending outfit is the same material that took you here.

“I will inform Shigaraki of your arrival. Please, feel free to have a seat.” He politely inclines towards a bar stool before disappearing up the stairs.

Tomura Shigaraki. You haven’t heard his name before, but you remember some of the whispers around the orphanage about the director’s beloved protege. You know that Dr. Garaki is not one to mince words, and ‘difficult child’ could mean a hundred different things– you just know that part of the reason you were chosen is because you’re basically the same age.

Footsteps reach your ear, and you turn to look at Kurogiri,who has just returned, and the young man who would, unknown to you, become your destiny.

Your first thought about him is that he’s skinny and his posture is bad. His hair hasn’t been brushed, or if it has, he’s done a half-assed job of it, and his expression is completely unreadable due to the pale hand covering the majority of his face outside of a sharp, red eye. A slightly raspy voice comes out muffled from behind it.

“This them?” He asks Kurogiri first, rather than address you. Kurogiri’s misty form shimmers as he nods. Shigaraki hums and aims his gaze back at you. “Stand up.”

You raise an eyebrow, but do as he says, and he starts to circle you like a cat. Shigaraki gives you the up-down, but it’s not creepy. Well, that’s a lie– it kind of is, but it’s not the kind you’d normally expect when someone asks you to let them take a good look at you. He’s analytical.

“What’s your name?”

You answer dutifully, watching him as he watches you. There’s tension as the both of you take the other in. As much as he seems like your typical shut-in at first glance, you can feel the danger on him.

“Quirk?” He asks immediately. Nothing like going straight to the point.

“I don’t have one.” You answer back simply. There’s neither a hint of apology nor shame in your voice. “I thought you knew.”

Immediately, he stops. Not being able to see his expression doesn’t mean that you can’t read the surprise from his body language. He takes an exaggerated, deep sigh.

“What the hell, man?” Shigaraki asks, as if to no one in particular. “This is like rolling for a rare character but coming back with nothing but materials.”

The gamer lingo goes slightly over your head, but you can tell it’s nothing good. It doesn’t matter in the end; this treatment is what you’ve gotten all your life. You can’t lie, it hurts getting it from the beloved pupil of someone you respect, but Dr. Garaki’s words ring loud and clear in your head. This is a test.

“Do you have any uses?” He asks pointedly, regaining your attention. Shigaraki seems a little irritated that you spaced out for a moment, and points a finger at you rudely.

“That’s for you to find out.”

He growls. “I can’t stand smartasses.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

The air stills between the two of you as the tension from before rises.

“What the hell does some quirkless nobody think they can do? Shouldn’t you be cozy at home getting protected by heroes?” His questions sarcastically, his chin lifting in the air in a patronizing manner. “If you’re just going to get in the way, then just go home. I hate posers even more than I hate heroes.”

Ah, he’s challenging you. That’s probably why the others left.

“Do you wanna find out?” You ask, fishing into your pocket and pulling out a shiny, metallic yo-yo. His eyes flicker towards it, and you know you’ve piqued his interest. You do a couple of warm-up tricks in the bar, the yo-yo in your practiced hands practically comes alive.

“What’s with that toy? Do you think I’m some sort of kid–” He starts out, but immediately hops back when the yo-yo flies towards his face faster than it reasonably should have. Shigaraki can feel the force behind it, and his eyes widen when you angle the string and it changes trajectory right back to him. He avoids it and tries to grab it, but it’s just out of his reach as you pull it back cheekily.

His eyes shine maliciously.

“Not bad… Are you serious right now?” His hands flex dangerously at his sides, his stance lowering. You voice your affirmations while toying with the yo-yo in your hands. “Fine. If you impress me, I’ll let you stay. But…” He lunges forward with a feral kind of ferocity. “Don’t get mad if I kill you, okay?”

Hand-to-hand combat is what you shine in. You’re dextrous; something that’s saved your life. Shigaraki isn’t a slouch, though. You know instinctively that you ought to avoid his hands, since he keeps trying to grab you, or your yo-yo– whichever he can get his hands on first. He really doesn’t care if he kills you, his intent rolls off of his body in waves.

What are his weak points? You explore with your fists, your feet, and your yo-yo. THe only time he’s even slightly flinched is when you nearly hit him in the face. Neither of you have hit the other yet, though not for not trying. Shigaraki grabs your jacket, and you use the momentum to throw him to the ground with it. However, it only half-works since it’s dissolved in his grip faster than you thought possible. You make a mental note of his quirk, but the shock isn’t enough to make you fuck up this one chance as he knocks into the bar.

The steel yo-yo slices through the air and just barely misses him– taking some hair with it, but leaving a large crack in the countertop. It continues spinning, digging itself into the stone and denting some of the metal structures. While he focuses on that, you leap over at him, and the two of you tussle, rolling on the floor as you keep his hands away from you and he tries his damnedest to kill you. Eventually, you end up on top, both of his hands pinned above his head and the two of you breathing heavily in a sort of stalemate. Silence overtakes you both for a few moments.

“I hate…what you hate.” You breathe out. There’s no real way else to communicate the depth of your resolve, the depth of the same anger and hurt that stews inside of you at the state of true rot around you. A place where the only value you have is how much your quirk is worth and if it can paint a pretty picture to sell. The director promised you that he would bring about a better world, one where people like you aren’t abandoned. If Shigaraki truly embodies his will…then hopefully he can understand you.

He stares at you long and hard from between the ghastly, pale fingers, but you feel a flicker of recognition when he hears your statement. Then, he turns his head towards the bar where Kurogiri still stood, taking in the damage to the bar. “Kurogiri, is the other room upstairs ready?” He asks.

“Of course.”

“Fine. Show them the way.” Shigaraki addresses you once more. “You. Get the hell off of me. You’re heavy.” He orders, and you cautiously, carefully lift your body up from on top of him, and he, in turn, doesn’t immediately try to disintegrate you. He stands up in a huff and dusts himself off.

“I guess you can stay, so long as you don’t get in the way.” You nod, and turn around, but Shigaraki suddenly grips your arm with four fingers. Immediately turning around, you inhale sharply as he points to his face…or rather, the hand on his face.

“I saw you going for this. Let me give you a bit of advice…Don’t ever try that again, or I’lll kill you for real.” He hisses in your ear, and gives your wrist one more warning squeeze as a little goodbye present.

“...Understood.” You nod, and he seems satisfied at the cold chill he gives you.

“My room is right across from yours. Don’t make too much noise, don’t bug me with irrelevant shit, and don’t bring anyone over unless you think they’re going to be useful. You’re on your own when it comes to food. Bathroom’s upstairs.” Shigaraki gives you a bland run-through of his rules as he walks upstairs, unbothered by the slight chaos of the bar around him. He gives you one last, lingering stair as you apologize to Kurogiri about the bar.

You’re weird.

But you’re the unofficial first ‘party member.’

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #special series #gender neutral reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #the first chapter originally had them interacting more but i think it's best broken up like this

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zombryz · 6 months

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♡ all my suffering ♡ chapter 8

˗ˏˋ hello ˎˊ˗

Chapter Eight

Pairings: Shigaraki x f!reader x Dabi

A/N: Hi my dear readers!! I am so sorry this took forever to get out. Please note that this chapter has a major spoiler from season 6 of my hero academia. So if you haven't watched the anime or read up to chapter 290 in the manga please do not read unless you don't mind spoilers.

Warnings: Specific to this chapter - *spoilers from season 6/chapter 290 in the manga* - blood, gore, angst, character death, and reader death

Word Count: 6k

Still in shock, you quickly activate the button on your wrist, setting the surrounding nomu free from their containment tanks, granting you a decisive advantage. The tanks spill their contents onto the cold concrete floor of the basement, and the nomu swiftly rise, becoming your impromptu bodyguards. Miriko's eyes widen as a massive nomu with multiple arms blocks her path, hurling her across the room and slamming her into the far wall. She grimaces in pain, providing you with a moment to hastily radio a distressed message to all nearby units, alerting them that the king of villains was under attack. Your voice trembles with anxiety, hoping that whoever hears it knows what steps to take.

You watch as Miriko regains her footing, preparing for combat. Suddenly, your attention is drawn to the Doctor darting across the room, rushing to his control station. Miriko's gaze follows the Doctor's frantic movements, revealing her intentions. With determination, she launches herself off the wall, chasing after the Doctor. The nomu form a protective barrier around the Doctor, but Miriko slices through them effortlessly, her movements as sharp as blades. Seizing the moment, you dart away from Tomura's tank, sprinting towards the Doctor.

He's feverishly typing on his computer, his teeth jittering with fear. It's unclear if his terror stems from the fear of being killed or losing everything he had painstakingly worked for. Miriko finally breaches the last line of defense, positioning herself before the Doctor. She attempts to pull him away from the computer screen, but you intervene, hurling a throwing knife through her hand. A pained cry escapes Miriko's lips, her eyes shooting daggers of fury in your direction.

"Did you forget I was here?" you taunt, a smirk playing on your lips.

Miriko groans in exasperation, redirecting her focus towards you. Despite her injured hand and fingers barely holding on, she launches herself toward you, but you deftly evade her efforts, skillfully swaying your knife in a fluid motion. A dropkick from your end catches her off guard, temporarily throwing her off balance. However, she quickly regains her stance, standing defiantly before you.

"My target is Shigaraki and the old man; I don't care about you," she sneers, a wicked smile playing on her lips. With a swift motion, she delivers a powerful kick to your gut, sending you hurtling backward.

As you struggled to catch your breath, a sinking feeling set in. Miriko's anger was now directed at Tomura's tank. You watched with a sense of urgency as she struck the tank repeatedly, causing a crack to form in the top corner. You rise to your feet as quickly as possible, panic starting to take hold. What will happen if he is awoken before he should be? You frantically grab another one of your knives, spin on your heel to gain speed, and hurl it across the room and into Miriko’s left foot. She wails in pain for a second time and falls away from the tank, gripping her ankle. You sigh in relief until you hear her shout –

“I can’t let him be set loose on the world! No matter what it takes!” She uses her still good leg to roundhouse kick the tank one last time before falling to her knees.

The Doctor screams “No!” and you’re on your feet again. You’re reluctant to drain her of all her energy because you have nowhere to output it, and you were worried you might send the current through Tomura’s tank instead.

The tank began leaking by the time you reached Miriko. Before you could make a move, a nomu with stretchy arms grabbed her and sent her hurtling down the corridor she had come from. It seemed highly unlikely she would recover from such a forceful throw, you mused.

You look over your shoulder to find the Doctor attempting to fix the control box near the tank. You decided to keep watch as he worked; you sensed that Miriko wasn’t the only hero here. You held onto the hope that reinforcements would arrive soon. The Doctor starts mumbling incoherently, and you hear him punch the control box in anger.

“Wake up, Tomura Shigaraki!” You hear him yell out.

“What?! You’re waking him up?” Your voice comes out strained. You’re terrified to see him again, especially in these circumstances. Not to mention, you’re not even sure what will happen if he doesn’t complete the procedure. Will he remember you? Will he be different? Your mind starts racing with one hundred thoughts a minute. Dammit - you should’ve kept your eyes on the door instead of getting distracted. The next thing you know, the voice hero, Present Mic jumps over the rubble that Miriko caused and screams at the top of his lungs, activating his quirk. You yelp as it sends you and the doctor flying backward until your spine hits a wall hard enough to knock the wind out of you. All you can do is watch the scene before you. You’re wheezing and struggling to get up. You start to crawl back onto your feet when you hear Tomura’s tank crack, then a pause, then another crack, and then it finally explodes. A panic sweeps over you as you watch Tomura’s limp body fall to his knees, and then, unable to hold himself up, he falls unconsciously onto the floor in a pool of purple liquid. Your breathing starts to become more and more uneven. He is vulnerable, and there is a pro-hero coming up right next to him. Present Mic ignores Tomura and goes straight for the doctor. You have to get to Tomura now. You slowly rose to your feet; your ears were bleeding, and you were pretty sure you had a few cracked ribs. You needed to heal yourself, but you couldn’t because another pro-hero was suddenly right next to Present Mic. He had his eyes set on you as he fired off a red laser from his right eye, and it hit you directly in the gut, going through you and hitting the wall behind you. You freeze in shock as tears start to fall from your eyes; you failed. As you look down at the hole in your stomach, your shaky hands come up covered in blood, you fall to your knees. Was this real life? Was this how you were going to die? You see Present Mic in the distance snatch up the Doctor, throw him over his shoulder, and run back toward the hole in the wall. He shouts something at the man who fired off the laser, but you are unable to hear him. You’re sobbing now. The room is becoming blurry, and your ears are ringing. You didn’t want to die like this; no, you wanted to see Tomura one last time, and the thought of not seeing him again was unbearable. In this moment, you finally realize that you love him. You love him so much. It hurt. Everything hurt. You think about Dabi too and how much you’ll miss him when you’re gone. You love him too. You love them all. Toga and Twice. Spinner and Compress. This can’t be the end. They’re your family.

In a last stitch effort, you activate your quirk. You’re not trying to heal yourself. Instead, your eyes start to glow with tears seeping through. With everything you have left, you collect the energy from anything you can—lights, the control box, and the pro-hero a couple of feet away. You scream at the top of your lungs and lift your arm out in front of you to blast an energy bolt into Tomura’s unconscious body, hoping to jolt him awake. You didn’t even know if it would work or not. Maybe you should’ve healed yourself instead but you’re hardly thinking anymore. You’re losing too much blood. Everything starts fading out slowly; you go cold as you’re drained of energy. With that, everything goes black. The last thing you see is the pro-hero placing a hand on Tomura.

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“What was that? What did she just do?” The pro-hero thinks to himself out loud. His only objective left is to finish the job by killing Shigaraki. He begins shooting lasers at all the machinery around him to be sure that there will be no other surprises. When he turns back around, Shigaraki is sitting upright and hugging himself in his arms. He is shivering, and his wet hair is laid across his face, covering his eyes. The pro-hero tries to react in time, but it is too late. Tomura already has a palm on his face, disintegrating him into dust. He then tries to collect himself, his teeth jittering and his body freezing. He takes the pro-hero’s cape from the pile of dust and wraps it around himself. He sees the doctor's phone on the ground a few feet away from him and picks it up. After a moment of waking up, he looks around the room and sees nothing but rubble and piles of dead nomu. Among all the bodies, his eyes land on yours. His eyes go wide in fear as he runs over to you. You’re lying on your side, facing away from him, but he can already see the wall through the huge hole in your lower back. It was a gruesome sight, and he started to panic. His eyes brim with tears as he drops to his knees behind you. He slowly rolls you over in the hope that you’re still conscious enough to heal yourself.

“No, no, no, no!” He repeatedly shouts as he grabs your limp body, trying to shake you from death. He hugs you into his chest and wraps his hand around your head so that you are fully cradled in his arms. He picks you up off the floor as he cries into your lifeless shoulder. You smelled like home to him, and he had a horrendous wave of loneliness come over him. After a moment or two, his tears stopped and were replaced with pure rage. He kneels down with you still in his arms and places his palm on the ground below. He figured that whoever was still in the building couldn’t have gotten far. He activates his overpowered quirk, and everything around you two starts disintegrating. He is unleashing his anger on the world. There was a cloud of dust surrounding you both as his quirk reached miles away. The surrounding buildings turn to dust, and the civilians are evacuating as quickly as they can screaming in terror. He held you lovingly into his chest as he whispered, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here to protect you.” His tears started again. He furiously growls as he releases another strong wave of his quirk out into the world.

Then, after a while, it all stops. He stops his quirk and sniffles quietly into your hair. The building had been destroyed, and everything that he could see within a mile had been destroyed. It was nothing but a wasteland. He could’ve kept going, but he knew that the Pro-Heros were tactical. He knew that some of them had to have gotten away. He lays you down slowly on what was left of the concrete slab and feels around for the Doctor’s cell phone. His red cape flutters in the wind as he takes a look at the damage around him. Suddenly, he is hit with a sharp pain in his head. His master calls to him, and he grabs his temples, trying to silence him. He whimpers at the stinging headache he is left with.

“Come to me, Machia; bring the others.” He pulls out the cell phone to send Gigantomachia a distress message. “I am going to destroy everything.” He says through gritted teeth.

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Tomura sits with your head on his lap while he gently runs his fingers through your hair. He thinks back to a moment he had with you before going into the tank. When he woke up before you that morning, he did exactly what he was doing now. He ran his fingers through your hair and gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead. His phone buzzed, taking him out of his thoughts and alerting him that Gigantomachia was almost at his location. He rises to his feet and picks you up bridal style. Your arms hang from your sides, and your neck is no longer supported, giving a clear indication that you are dead. Tomura stifles a small cry and jumps from the cliff where the building once stood and onto Gigantomachia’s back, where he is met with Mr.Compress, Spinner, Skeptic, and Dabi. They’re all surprised to see him awake a month early, but what catches their attention, even more, is that you're covered in blood in Tomura’s arms. Both Spinner and Mr. Compress let out a soft gasp that was followed immediately “Oh no’s” and “This can't be’s”. Skeptic continues typing on his laptop, and Dabi is turned away from the scene facing the wasteland. Once he hears the other’s quiet sobbing, he looks over his shoulder slowly and sees his boss hanging his head low with you lying across his arms. He then looks away for a moment in disbelief. Once he turns around again his heart shatters as he sees the hole in your lower abdomen. You look so soft and sweet, and he missed your face so much; this isn’t real. It can’t be. He pulls his hands from his pockets and takes a fistful of his own hair as he falls into a squatted position. His breathing becomes rapid, and bloody tears start falling from his eyes unwillingly. He tugs at his hair more and more and then stands up to his full height in a frenzy. He screams at the top of his lungs, and blue flames escape his throat. He goes completely quiet and tries to hold back his sobs because of how much pain they’re causing him. He feels like there are knives in his throat and needles in his eyes. He then lets his head fall into his arms.

“Where are Toga and Twice?” Tomura finally speaks up, his voice coming out very hoarse.

“Twice is dead.” Dabi quickly replies in a very hoarse voice, sparing him the details.

“And Toga went off to find one of her little U.A. students.” Spinner crosses his arms over his chest in comfort. “It’s a good thing too; you should’ve seen the way she handled Twice’s death. There’s no telling what she’ll do when she finds out about Y/N.” He cringes at mentioning the fact that you’re dead. None of it felt real yet. How could you and Twice both be gone in an instant?

“I-” Tomura is cut off by a wind blast in the back of his leg causing him to almost drop you.

It was the U.A. student Izuku Midoriya and his classmate Bakugo Katsuki. Tomura’s new quirk kicks in and regenerates the fibers and muscle on his calf, ultimately healing the wound. He growls in irritation, and then his headache returns as he hears his master say, “It is one for all. Bring him to me.” He quickly understands what he has to do and hands you over to Dabi, who hesitantly takes you into his arms the same way that Tomura had previously been holding you. Tomura jumps off of Gigantomachia and joins the fight with the U.A. students by leading them away from the group.

Dabi finally looks down at you and whimpers softly. He rubs your cheek, and his tears threaten to spill again.

“I am so sorry.” Spinner gives his condolences. “I know you loved her.”

Dabi sits on Gigantomachia and holds you in his arms. His chest is against your back as you’re laid between his legs. He’s unsure what to do, but he knows eventually both he and Shigaraki will need to let you go. He is more ready to die in a fight than ever. He rests his head against yours and sits there quietly sobbing.

Minutes pass and the group is silent; all that can be heard is Skeptic typing on his computer. He finally takes a moment to look up from the screen and sees Dabi, who appears to either be sleeping or completely out of it, hovering over your body. He looks entirely defeated and Skeptic becomes entirely confused.

“You do know she’s not dead, right?” He raises an eyebrow, but then decides he doesn’t care and goes back to whatever he was doing on his computer.

Dabi slowly raises his head to tell Skeptic to shut the fuck up, but then he looks down and sees skin under the hole in your suit. The same hole that he noticed earlier. The same hole that isn't a hole anymore. He sits up slightly and starts pushing your hair out of your face.

“Y/N? Y/N?!” He gently shakes you and stops when he hears you groan.

“Dabi?” You get out in a weird, groggy, and tired voice.

His heart sinks again, and a feeling of relief melts through him as you say his name. He spins you around between his legs to hold you in his arms so that he’s hugging you properly. He holds you tightly and tucks his face into your shoulder. You weakly wrap your arms around him, and he kisses the top of your head. In his peripherals, he sees a line of flames heading toward where Shigaraki was.

"Dad," he says with haste on his tongue.

“Did you just call me dad?” You giggle in his ear, still completely delusional from losing too much blood and energy.

“Spinner, keep her safe.” Spinner nods and takes your hand to lead you away from Dabi. You oblige mostly because you’re so out of it. You watch as Dabi jumps into the sky and shoots blue flames from his palms to propel himself forward. Eventually, you can no longer see him.

“Spinner? Where am I?” You rub your eyes and try to lie down because everything is still spinning.

Spinner hugs you before you can. Mr. Compress walks over and hugs you both tightly.

“You were dead.”

“Wh-oh, that’s right. A hero shot me,” You wrap your head around what has happened up until now. “Wait! Where is Tomura? Is he okay? Is he alive?!”

“He’s okay, he’s the one that called us here. He did all of this,” Spinner lets go of you to gesture at the wasteland surrounding you all. “I’m assuming it was because he was not happy that you were dead.” Spinner pauses, “He’s fighting the heroes on his own”

You start to panic. Your heart is racing, you need to get to him right now. He is probably very weak and the thought of him being alone terrifies you.

“Gigantomachia! Take me to Tomura!” You punch at the creature who tormented you and Tomura for months on end. He growled in response.

“Y/N, he only listens to Shigar-” Spinner attempts to shut down your attempt but Gigantomachia starts moving and before you know it he heads in the direction that you saw Dabi go.

You tense up and grab one of the spikes on his back while he runs toward the battlefield. You probably weren’t ready to jump right into battle again but you didn’t care. Just up ahead you see Tomura fighting not one, not two, not even three, but seven heroes on his own. He is being held in the air by what looks like a black spider web. You recognize the boy holding him hostage. It was Izuku. He is punching Tomura over and over again and you urge Gigantomachia to go faster. Then out of the corner of your eye, you see the number one hero, Endeavor, take off into the sky and wrap his entire body around Tomura. He explodes with the power of the sun and the explosion is so bright that you have to look away and shield your face. Where was Dabi?

“Nooo!” You scream out as you see Tomura fall back toward the earth, his body burned to a crisp. You’re too late. You struggle to hold back a sob and bring your hand up to cover your mouth. Gigantomachia stops in place to take in what just happened.

After a few seconds, Tomura regains consciousness and stops mid-air. He shoots out black tendrils with red cracks from all five of his fingers aiming them at Izuku. Instead, they hit the explosive student, Bakugo Katsuki, and everyone is in shock to see that Tomura is still alive. You watch as Tomura fights against himself as he starts to heal, he keeps grabbing onto his skull trying to shake away something. His white locks start rapidly growing back and you realize that one of his quirk upgrades was regeneration. You sigh, relieved that he’s not dead and that it would take a lot more to kill him.

“It’s my body!” You hear Tomura yell out as he grabs his own arm trying to keep it at his side. You tilt your head in confusion. Who was he talking to?

“You mistook foolishness for bravery.” Tomura speaks directly to Izuku now but there is something not right about his voice. He doesn’t sound like himself but you couldn’t quite pinpoint why. He shoots more black and red tendrils at Izuku and they continue fighting in the air. Tomura somehow lands his palm on Izuku’s face. “You’re finally mine. Come to me, one for all.” There it was again, a voice you didn’t recognize.

With a flash of light, both Izuku and Tomura start falling back to earth again. For a brief second, you thought the fight was over because all of the heroes lay beneath you exhausted from battle. You take the opportunity to climb off of Gigantomachia. Spinner goes to fight you on leaving but ends up joining you instead while Mr.Compress stays behind. You hide around Gigantomachia’s legs waiting for a moment to run over to Tomura. The moment doesn’t come because just a second later Tomura is suspended in the air by the red and black tendrils once more. He looks like one big spider as he crawls over to the heroes.

“Shut up! I don’t take orders from you dammit!” Tomura shouts once again at no one in particular stirring your confusion even more. Then suddenly an energy blast comes from behind him knocking him down once more. Your eyes shoot over to where you see more heroes arriving on the scene. Oh no, this is bad. You guys need to get out now.

Tomura once again rises to his feet, he looks to be almost fully healed now except for the scars that are littered across his chest. You wonder for a moment if they will stay there forever. All the heroes attack him at once. You pick up your feet to join him in battle but Gigantomachia runs past you joining the fight before you can. He slashes the heroes from left to right, ultimately grabbing Tomura’s body and pulling him from the fight and knocking all of the heroes flat on their asses. Gigantomachia turns Tomura over in his giant hand and sees that he was knocked unconscious, presumably by Izuku’s wind blast.

“Master, what do you order me to do?” Gigantomachia looks at his palm hoping that Tomura can still hear him but receives no answer. You’re worried now because you can’t see what's going on. As if Gigantomachia could sense your anxiety he reaches his other hand out for you and allows you to climb into his palm. He puts his palms together, closing you and Tomura off to the world around you.

“Tomu, it’s me!” You sob as you throw your arms around him in a tight embrace. It is dark inside Gigantomachia’s palms and the only light is coming from in between his fingers. Tomura is still unconscious and you don’t suspect it is his body causing him trouble because you can see him healing before your very eyes. You can’t believe this is your first time seeing him in months and the whole time neither of you have been fully conscious to embrace each other. You trace your fingers along the scars on his defined chest. Most of which you didn’t recognize from when you saw him last. You push your hair behind your left ear and lay your head on his chest. You sigh in relief when you hear the pounding of his heart. You pull your head from his chest and rest your forehead against his before placing a small and gentle kiss on his lips. Suddenly you hear a commotion coming from outside. You almost forgot that there was a battle going on around you. You pound on Gigantomachia’s fingers urging him to allow you to see what’s going on. He splits his hands open slightly and you see that Dabi is here now and is on Gigantomachia’s back.

Dabi is yelling at Endeavor while simultaneously pouring a strange liquid on his head. What was he planning?

“Hey now, don’t be rude! You’re acting like we’ve never met!” Dabi chuckles evilly as the liquid turns his hair white and your eyes widen. “Call me Touya, after all, it’s the name you and mom gave me.”

Your jaw drops, Dabi is Endeavor’s son? You remember hearing about how one of Endeavor’s sons died a few years back but obviously, that must’ve all been a hoax. You look over to see Endeavor start hyperventilating with wide eyes at the sight of his “dead” son.

Dabi starts clapping his hands together. You’ve never seen him this happy before. He has this psychotic look on his face and then he makes eye contact with you and smiles. You hold his gaze for a moment before he turns back to Endeavor. He shoots off Gigantomachia's back in a frenzy of blue flames. He was smiling from ear to ear and you were suddenly worried that this was a suicide mission. He is suddenly bound mid air by ropes of fabric. His flames go out and he looks over his shoulder at what possibly could have stopped him. You follow his eyes to see just above Gigantomachia was a hovering hero, Best Jeanist. Gigantomachia becomes bound and struggles for a moment against all the ropes. Once they’re pulled tighter you feel yourself falling as you’re reaching out for Tomura. You close your eyes tightly prepared to hit the ground when you feel the ropes snake around your body. You’re then pulled tightly into Tomura’s chest. He is still knocked out cold and his head falls onto your shoulder lifelessly as you were bound together in ropes of fabric. Gigantomachia falls to the ground and it causes everyone around you who is still on the ground to shake and fall to their knees.

Wait a second, Best Jeanist was supposed to be dead. You remember Dabi telling you that Hawks completed his mission. Did Hawks betray you all? When you look up you see Dabi angrily yelling at Best Jeanist and you can only assume that he is finding out this way too.

Who you assume to be Dabi’s younger brother starts flying towards Dabi and your heartbeat quickens. No, no, they’re all going to gang up on him. You try to activate your quirk and absorb the brothers energy but you feel a sharp pain in your side that causes you to scream in agony. Dabi looks down at you and worry spreads across his features. The ropes were way too tight. Dabi is heating himself up again and the ropes that were holding him break. Best Jeanist notices and quickly sends out more ropes to restrain him.

“De-” a pause, “stroy.” You feel Tomura’s breath hit your neck and hear him whisper to himself.

“Tomura?” You nudge his head with your shoulder gently trying to wake him up.

“Destroy!” Without opening his eyes he yells with all his might. It was clearly a command to Gigantomachia because the giant then suddenly breaks free of Best Jeanist’s ropes. This causes Dabi to free himself again using the distraction and he immediately starts fighting his younger brother.

When you peer over Gigantomachia’s back you see more nomu coming to your rescue. You start to sigh in relief as you watch them fight the heroes for you. Gigantomachia is on his feet again and just as you are beginning to feel hopeful he falls to his knees and falls into a sleeplike state.

“Shit.” You hear Spinner a few feet behind you.

“Wait! What happened?” You panic.

“Earlier a couple of U.A. kids were trying to sedate us and I guess they succeeded but their timing was off.” Spinner yells out in a panicked voice.

Your heart is racing now. What happens if you lose this fight? You didn’t want to find out. The binding around you and Tomura starts tightening and you can't breathe. You can feel your tears beginning to form and you rest your head back on Tomura’s chest as you feel your breath slowing. You wished so badly that Tomura was awake so that you could talk to him one last time.

“Y/N,” You hear your name come from behind you.

“Mr.Com-” you attempt to catch your breath. “press?” You try to get out but the ropes tighten even more so it comes out breathless.

“Shigaraki is the key. I need you and Spinner to wake him up, I’ll buy you time.” He activates a marble in his back pocket essentially slicing a chunk of his own body to loosen the restraints. He then reaches out in front of him capturing you, Tomura, and Spinner into a marble.

You were then released from the marble onto Gigantomachia’s back with Tomura in your arms. Mr.Compress was taken down by a hero but managed to capture Dabi and Skeptic into marbles and tucked them into Spinner’s hood.

“Tomura, I need you to wake up!” You yell and shake his shoulders trying your hardest to wake him. He’s almost completely healed so you assume that he might just be running on empty like you are. “Please Tomura, we need you!” There are tears falling down your cheeks now. You remember back to when Tomura was talking to himself.

“I think he needs to remember why we’re fighting.” Spinner says.

“Tomura, please, wake up!” You shout one last time while pounding on his chest. Then suddenly you’re met with glowing red eyes. The first thing he sees when he wakes up is you. He sits up and pulls you into his chest wrapping his arm around you essentially protecting you from what he was about to do. With zero hesitation he raises his good arm and shoots an air blast so powerful that all of the heroes go flying back.

After he stops the blast he lets you go and stands up. You’re so happy to see him that you want to jump into his arms but instead he gets up and walks away towards the edge of Gigantomachia. There is a painful tinge in your heart. Why isn’t he happy to see that you’re alive? Why was he ignoring you?

“I must say, Tomura has some admirable friends. Power is drawn from the heart, the more he embraces the pain and hatred born from his past trauma, the stronger my will becomes within his body.” He speaks in a monotone voice and it sends chills throughout your body. Whoever that is speaking, it is not Tomura. You find yourself backing away from him slowly and downright terrified. “Long live the king, Tomura,” he added with an evil smile that made you want to disappear from his presence.

“Boss, how do you want us to attack?” Spinner asks the man in front of you.

“We’re retreating.” He replies bluntly.

“We can’t retreat! Toga is on her way here and Compress is hurt badly!” Spinner starts questioning his antics.

“Spinner, that’s not Tomura.” You say in a quiet voice that's barely above a whisper.

“What?” Spinner turns to ask you.

“That is exactly right, Y/N.” Even the way this stranger says your name on Tomura’s tongue makes your skin crawl. “Tomura already lost this fight.”

The heroes look like they’re about to attack again so you take a fighting stance. Tomura, who isn’t Tomura, takes them all down without a second thought by sending them flying backwards again and you lower your shoulders.

“Come on, we're leaving.” He says as three nomu appear before you. Spinner jumps onto the nearest nomu and pulls the marbles out of his hood that Mr.Compress tucked away and places them in his pocket. Tomura gestures for you to get on the flying nomu with him but you hesitate, making him aggressively grab you by the waist and position you so that you are sitting in front of him. “I have no patience for your hero-villian indecisiveness that Tomura allows. You’re coming with me.” His words sting and you’re silent the whole ride back to wherever he was planning on taking you.

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