#[but...I'll try. And in case this gets absolutely zero attention then I uh...]

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Sunday Got Run Over By A Bailu While Trying To Keep Everyone In A Dream You Can Say She's Too Young To Fly But Pompom And Bailu Disagree

(to the tune of Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer)

During the final fight, Bailu and Pompom helped the Express crew by ramming Harmonious Choir (Sunday) with the Express.

Bailu stayed aboard the Express so she could attend New Year's aboard the Luofu with Dan Heng, but when they got back, they ran into Boothill. After both parties convinced each other they weren't imposters, Boothill informed that the rest of the crew could be in danger due to the presence of an emanator of Nihility in Penacony. Anxious for everyone's safety, Bailu wanted to join the two men as they infiltrated the land of dreams; however, Dan Heng told her to stay behind with Pompom, reasoning that they needed someone to stay behind in case they needed help. Reluctantly, the little dragon agreed but told him to contact her immediately if anyone needed medical attention.

As time ticked on, Bailu became increasingly more worried. She hadn't heard back from Dan Heng since he left, and the others still haven't answered her messages. Bailu was about to send Dan Heng another text when Pompom's voice suddenly came over the inner com.

"Passenger Bailu, this is your conductor speaking, please meet me in the cab immediately! I...Uh! Just get here fast!"

Bailu was already on her feet making her way towards the front of the train, she hasn't heard Pom-Pom sound like that before. To hear someone usually so confident so stressed out, it gave her a heavy sense of foreboding.

When Bailu opened the door to the cab. she was greeted by several loud beeping sounds, flashing lights from every which way, and a muffled whirring sound steadily getting louder and louder.

Pom-Pom was standing in front of a red chair; the chair itself was boxed in by a lard dashboard, leaving only the back as a way to exit and enter. Above everything hung a large monitor displaying a countdown in gold numbers; unease crept in, but she ignored it, focusing her attention on Pom-Pom instead.

"We don't have time," he explained, "I need you to climb into the driver's seat right now!"

Bailu blinked. "Wait, what?"

"I know this doesn't make sense right now, but please trust your Conductor!"

Bailu hesitated for a moment but then gave him a firm nod. "Okay."

No sooner did Bailu finish strapping herself into the seat than the numbers on the screen hit zero. The whirring sound from earlier became a deafening roar; Bailu looked back to Pom-Pom only to be blinded by an intense light as the train suddenly jolted forward, pinning her to the seat.

When she opened her eyes again, she squinted at the monitor and saw that the Express was circling a giant golden aurumaton.

"What...?" Bailu rubbed her eyes and noticed that the rest of the crew was there too. They were all standing on a platform below the aurumaton with weapons drawn.

"Passenger Bailu," Pom-Pom addressed her, "the Express has responded to everyone's collective Trailblazing Will. In order to assist in their fight, the Express has entered its combat mode."

"It has a combat mode?!" She gawked.

"Yes, I'll explain later, but for now, we need to prepare for an attack!"

To her absolute horror and amazement, Bailu learned that the Express planned on ramming itself into the golden aurumaton.

"But don't worry," Pom-Pom added. "The Express won't take any physical damage. We'll faze through; it's like warp jumping, but that guy will still take the hit."

Himeko was going to ground them forever after this.

Bailu's head spun from all this rapid-fire new information, but she remembered her training at the Alchemy Commission and steadied herself. "But, why me?" She asked finally. "You're the conductor; why am I doing this?"

Instantly, Pom-Pom hunched over and answered dejectedly. "Because Pom-Pom's arms can't push the throttle very far."

Bailu looked down at the throttle beside the chair and then at Pom-Pom's arms.

Oh, she thought.

Quickly, Pom-Pom went over the basic controls with Bailu. The train continued circling for a bit before making a sudden dive. The force pinned Bailu back against the driver's seat while sending the conductor careening into the back wall.

Apparently, the train was preparing for an attack.

"When the train level's out, push the throttle forward until the notch beside it reads eight!" Pom-Pom shouted from behind. "Anything high will make us wrap jump for real!"

Panic gnawed on Bailu's heart as she struggled against the train's velocity, reaching out to touch the throttle. However, as soon as her little hand wrapped around its smooth surface, warmth flooded her, and everything stilled. It was like what she experienced in Scalegorge with the seal— she could feel everything: the train's roaring pistons at the front, Dan Heng's bubbling floor, the ferns in the parlor car, even the caboose's little wheels spinning wildly against the invisible track; but most of all, she felt everyone's blazing will beating together in a harmonious choir.

"Bailu! Do it now!"

Pompom's voice rang out, snapping Bailu out of her silent reverie. In one breath, the Nameless High Elder thrust the throttle foreword, adding her own will to the Trailblazing melody, and tore through the robot like a lux arrow of the Hunt.

A large smile was plastered on her as Pompom told her to slow down while the train circled the arena once more. The sheer sense of freedom she felt behind the wheel of the Express was almost indescribable. The only thing that came close was the feeling she got whenever she went swimming in the Lunarescent Depths, but even that was different compared to this.

They repeated this song and dance several times; the train would circle for a bit before diving down for an attack, and Bailu would then accelerate through the aurumaton and slow down once they returned to the air. Yet the smile never left her face. Even after the aurumaton turned into a giant head and summoned a hand from nowhere, Bailu still smiled. After the final strike, the Express returned to its original docking station outside the hotel. However, Bailu continued to sit in the driver's seat; a part of her was still trying to decide whether or not any of that was real. Eventually, Bailu texted the group chat, asking if everyone was alright and if anyone needed medical treatment. Thankfully, no one was seriously injured; however, the trailblazer was still out cold, but they should be fine after a few days of rest. She wanted to check them herself; however, that would have to wait until tomorrow. Pom-Pom made it extremely clear that she wasn't leaving the train—not until she'd rested enough. Bailu was too exhausted to try and argue with the conductor, and she allowed him to lead her back to her room, where she promptly passed out on her bed for the next several hours.

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♥ this to get a starter of varying length from Kim Kitsuragi. Verse will be determined based on the muse - that being said, depending on how well (or not) I know your character, the starter will be more or less ‘open’ and ‘general’ as to keep possibilities open for wherever the interaction might go.

In case I have absolutely no idea, I will hit you up in IMs and we can talk about some very basic plotting.

EDIT: I will use Kim’s Detroit: Become Human Verse for D:BH muses - unless you ask me not to.

[lilac-5ky]

Hiii

So first I wanted to say your content is ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!

your sick s/o piece about Gin and Sugi really made my day ಥ‿ಥ

But also made me think about the same thing but with Sougo And how it wouldn't be his first time watching a person important to him whither away on a hospital bed. (yes. I love to suffer)

So I thought I'd request the same thing but with our boy Sougo (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

Thanks again and keep up the good work (❍ᴥ❍ʋ)

A/N: Ohhhh thank you so much, I appreciate your kind words! Gotta say, Sougo in the same spot puzzles me A LOT. He is one of my most favorite characters yet he is such a complex person that whenever I try to think of headcanons about him or like when I try to picture him in a specific situation, I have such a big trouble, because it's as if he has a split personality.

Anyhow, I love a challenge! And if Sougo gives me vibes that go both ways then I'll follow both ways, kinda, at least! Hopefully this isn't too inaccurate, I'll cry if it is not really. Uh, side note, I might go more into general headcanon area to explain him a bit before going into the whole sickness thing. Bear with me, first time writing about him.

Warning: Some language, some angst, some hints of sexual S/M relationship but nothing wild. SFW, is what I'd call it.

Sougo with extremely sick S/O

(who is cutting onions, i can't stand to see sougo sad, mistuba's arc broke me)

Sougo is the kind of person whose expression of love would be so bizarre and unexplainable, that it would make everyone, including you, second guess his intentions. It wouldn't be surprising if people misjudged your relationship, even going as far as to assume that you were his victim, someone he took advantage of, a pet rather than a partner.

He'd be mean, selfish, would have no issue hurting or insulting you, fully manifesting his sadistic tendencies in front of you, but with time you'd come to realize that Sougo wasn't the heartless sadist everyone made him out to be. I mean he is, but deep down behind all that, he is a broken man who craves attention and affection, namely the one you had to offer him.

Even if he never admitted it, he did love you in his own selfish and possessive way. He loved you because you loved him, because you'd do everything for him and that's exactly what he needed. Someone to give him their all, their body, mind and soul. He loved you because despite all the horrible things he did to you, you never ran away. How could a person be like that? How could someone have zero pride, being with someone like him and keep on loving him?

In the beginning he'd definitely think of you as his playtoy, someone dumb he could use to sate his own curiosity. The power imbalance in your relationship was as clear as it gets. However, said curiosity would soon turn into something more and before he knew, the one wrapped around the other's finger was him and not you, a fact that Sougo was oblivious to until the day you got sick.

I'd imagine either Hijikata or Kondo would be the one to break the news to him. Sougo would either be sleeping or practicing in the dojo and when they told him, he just shrugged his shoulders, not taking them seriously. He'd go back to doing whatever it was that he was doing, undisturbed. Truth was, he didn't want to believe it at first, he'd like to think that worst case scenario it was a nasty cold that brought you down, that once you got better, you'd appear before his eyes as if nothing had happened. You weren't weak, you were able to take everything he did to you without ever complaining, there was no way you'd succumb to a disease.

During the first days, he'd be in complete denial over your sickness, expecting you to show up at the Headquarters at any given time. He didn't attempt to visit or call you, as long as he acted like everything was fine, it wasn't real. But the days went by and he hadn't heard a thing from you, that was when he'd allow himself to start worrying. He'd play cool in front of the others before finally asking for a day off to visit you.

Once his feet brought him to your potential deathbed, that's when he'd get to relieve his own worst fears. The memories of Mitsuba would resurface, the wounds of her loss would open up, leaving him gasping for air. There was no way that the one person he'd chosen as his partner was suffering through the same cruel fate his sister went through. There was no way that he'd be abandoned again, there was no fucking way.

At first, Sougo's sadness would stem from very selfish reasons. Your death would mean that he'd be left on his own again, that all the warmth, attention and affection you gave him so unconditionally would too be lost with you. If you died, then who would be able to offer him those things? Who could ever love a wretched man like him again? You were his and only his, how could death ever take you away from him?

And so, during his first visit he'd be rather mean towards you, which wasn't anything new in particular, however there was something else hidden behind his harsh words. Despair.

"Y/N, it seems to me like you forgot what your place is." He'd take off his sword, placing it on the floor next to you while kneeling by your side. His red eyes would be burning with rage, looking at you with neither kindness nor his usual indifference either. "Here you are, doing unnecessary things again. Is this really how much you want me to give you attention?"

Blinking your eyes slowly, you'd look at him, unable to protest or talk back at him.

"I thought I had trained you well enough, yet here you are acting on your own. Hurry up, so that I can assume your training again. It's been a while since I last punished you." Grabbing your hand, he'd try to pull you up, to no avail. Your fingers would constantly slip from his, your body as lifeless as that of a puppet. "I said get up, your master commands you!" His tone would be nearly frantic, yelling the words with bitterness as he'd try again, unable to make you budge from your place.

"I'm sorry, Sougo. I never meant for such a thing to happen-" You managed to utter with your frail voice.

"Then why did you? Why did you get sick? Why did you think that I'd allow you to get sick? What makes you think that you can become this weak and unusable to me? What makes you think that you can leave me?" Tears would be poking the corners of his eyes, burning through his skin like wildfire, while his fists remained attached to your nightgown, clinging onto the fabric with all their might.

He lowered his head, he didn't want you to see him in such a state. Even in the darkest times, he always managed to bury his feelings deep within, turning them into indifference or frustration at worst. Talking about them? What a joke. As long as he could take it out on someone, then he was fine with it. Yet now, there was no one to take it out on, now it was just the two of you and all of the feelings that were scratching and biting his insides, threatening to tear his own body apart.

"I don't want to leave you, Sougo." This was as hard to you as it was to him. Besides, this was your life we are talking about. Hesitantly, you reached your hand onto his face, attempting to cup his cheek. His eyes widened in shock the second your fingers brushed his skin as he flinched away from your touch. This was the exact way his sister used to comfort him, this was just like that time at the hospital.

"Then don't! I'll never allow it, not in this life, not in the next life, not ever. You can't leave me because I won't let you, as your master. Save the sorry arguments for someone else, I'm having none of it." Before you could say anything, he was out of the door, his sword tight between his fingers, tears streaming all the way down to his chin, tears that you'd never get to see.

In the following days, although he'd still be infuriated, said anger would start to fade into sorrow and self pity. Sougo didn't need anyone to tell him that he was a bastard of a man, he was well aware of that on his own. Yet you'd done nothing wrong except of associating with someone like him. Even though he wasn't one to feel guilty over things, seeing how first his parents then his sister and now you were abandoning him one by one, he'd start to reflect it upon himself. That's right, it only makes sense for a piece of trash like me to be by myself, this was one of the many thoughts that he'd be forced to push away. He had no time for such meaningless things and he'd rather direct his anger at god, fate, destiny, even you, anyone that wasn't him.

He'd keep going to work as per usual, but your condition would be eating at him. He'd have trouble concentrating, barely keeping up with his comrades, his head too distracted with you for him to focus. That's when it started to dawn on him; perhaps in the process of having you serve him, he'd given you more meaning than he'd like to admit to himself. Perhaps you were more than his own personal slave, perhaps you were someone important, someone he'd go as far as to say he loved, even if said love was more like a need that burned through him, rather than a pure emotion to be cherished. For Sougo to admit such a thing to himself, he'd need a strong wake up call and your sickness was just about it.

Once he realized all that, he'd visit you again, requesting an extensive leave from the Shinsengumi, one that Kondo would happily issue. Although he wouldn't come rushing to you, embracing you with open arms to shower you with sweet words and affection, he'd made up his mind. He'd be there for you every step of the way, he wouldn't leave you so that you wouldn't leave him.

Sougo wouldn't be as open and affectionate to you as he was with his sister, but he'd take care of you. If you made a comment on it, he'd talk back at you, telling you not to mistake his gestures for interest or affection. It was an owner's responsibility to take care of their dog when they got sick, that's all.

For someone who viewed you as nothing more than an obligation, he surely took good care of you though. He'd bring you food, he'd buy you medicine and he'd make sure you were never left unattended. Besides, he wasn't doing it for your sake, he was doing it for him. As long as you were alive, he had someone to satisfy his needs and if that meant being your personal caregiver for some time then so be it.

For a while, his excessive caring seemed to have no results, something that would throw him into bigger dismay. He was expecting you to die in his arms at any given time, just like his sister had before you. He had no hopes for you, yet the idea of letting you go was so infuriating to him that he couldn't bear to think of it. And so, he clung onto you, clenching his claws around you as hard as possible, desperately keeping you to life with all he had.

He made sure to never cry in front of you, but if he was on his own perhaps a tear or two would fall. Only if your condition significantly worsened in front of him, would he perhaps be unable to hold back. You wanted to comfort him, to tell him not to worry, that he'd be fine even if you weren't there. That it was fine for him to give up, that it wasn't his fault but you knew that the second you tried to say anything, he'd force you to shut up, not taking a single word from you.

Only after a while, would you start showing the first signs of improvement. They were subtle; for example, you'd be able to utter more than a sentence at a time, or you could even reach the objects around you without help. Sougo was quick to notice that, allowing himself to feel actual hope for once. Perhaps this one time he wouldn't be left alone, perhaps he could even save you.

Slowly but surely, you started to regain your strength and before too long, you were even able to stand up, freely moving around the house. Sougo would continue helping you in elusive yet noticeable ways, even if you insisted you could manage on your own. He had to make sure you wouldn't relapse, that you really were fine.

Once the news of your improvement got out, he'd have to return to work and he'd soon fall back into his usual schedule. On the night before, you'd woken up to find him sleeping by your side, his hair covering his eyes as he'd leaned over your body, propping his head on top of his arms. Looking over his gentle features like that, you realized that maybe if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't even be there. You had never asked him for anything, loving him was good enough, yet for once, you could tell that the feeling had been mutual all along. The boy who refused to give you as much as a good word, was the very same boy who had saved you.

"Thank you for everything, Sougo." You tried your best to say in a low voice, your hand slowly reaching out to him, however that was enough to wake him up. Flinching from your touch, he looked at you with half closed eyelids.

"Huh? Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm fine."

"If you are fine, then don't wake me up like this, you lousy woman." And with that, he'd get back to sleep, a hint of a smile on his lips, the only sign of his evident relief.

A/N: OKAY FOR SOME REASON THIS TURNED OUT WAY BIGGER THAN THE OTHERS? Like I said, first time writing about him and I really wanted to flesh out my idea of him so that I could comfortably place him in such scenario. Sougo would be very caring and attentive if hi S/O was sick, but not in the same way he was towards his sister, his pride wouldn't let him. He is the type of person who'd feel more sad about his S/O condition in relation to his own self, like what their loss would ultimately mean to him, rather than their condition in relation his S/O, well, dying. Plus, this is Sougo we are talking about, he still is a little piece of shit at times :p HOPEFULLY THIS WAS ACCURATE-ish and if it was perhaps I can write more about our sadistic prince in the future, aye!