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Amidst Shadows and Blossoms

(A/n: Finally posting the prototype for this fanfic 3 months after my introduction. This is not the finalized first chapter. There are a lot of things I'd like to fix before I officially begin this series, however, I wanted to see how this would go. Bold first post I suppose.)

Deity!IzukuMidoriya x Fem!Reader

The warm flicker of candlelight casts elongated shadows across the golden crested lanterns strung from above you. You feel the warmth of the flames as a deliciously scented incense wafts up into your nose. Your eyes are closed as you kneel in prayer, sitting silently before the altar of The Seven. You concentrate on the serenity of the shrine, focusing on the words of thanks you have for the seven Deities as your breathing is consciously moderated. Almost annoyingly so. 

Breathing in, and out. Inhale, Exhale. A silent prayer on your tongue. 

All is quiet. 

. . . 

Too quiet. 

Against your better judgement, you decide to ignore it. It’s probably nothi- 

“(Y/N)!!!” 

A yelp escapes you as a sudden weight against your back sends you forward onto your chest. Your limbs are spread flat beneath the perpetrator as your eyes snap open in surprise. Though it was quick to fade when you caught the bright eyes of- 

“Komiko (L/n)! Get off of your sister! She’s in the middle of praying!” Charging in behind your sister; Komiko; storms your mother, her hand clamping down on your sister’s ear—who’s brimming with unchecked energy—and tugs her off of you. A yelp leaps from the young child’s throat, and yet she quickly brushes it off. 

“(Y/n)! Please let me go to the village with you! I promise I can help! I really can!” Komiko begs, now upright as you dust yourself off from the rather rough contact. 

You look up at your mother incredulously as she covers her face with an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. 

“I can’t with her today, she refuses to listen to me.” Your mother mutters softly, massaging the bridge of her nose with vigor. You give her a sympathetic glance before facing your sister, your scarlet Hakama pooling around you. 

“Komiko, after the way you’ve behaved for momma, I’m not sure it would be right to take you with me. Heavens, you shouldn’t even be here. You’ve disrupted the peace of the altar.” You pat her head softly as her bottom lip begins to tremble, pulling down into a pout. Despite that, she knows better than to argue back. 

“But... I could use your help when cleaning up the Tojii Gates tomorrow morning...” You offer with a kind smile, tilting your head slightly. 

Immediately, her expression lightens. “Really?! Can I?” You nod in response, snorting lightly at the rapid change in her attitude. The pools of tears in her eyes had all but disappeared as she lunged forward for another hug. This time, one you were prepared for. 

You catch your mother’s gaze from behind her and she smiles fondly, a grateful look in her eyes. You admired her beauty in the warm candlelight. Despite the bags beneath her eyes, and the wrinkles that began to form around her mouth and forehead—ones she’d often pick at—didn’t deter her pretty smile and loving eyes. You considered yourself to be her number one supporter. 

Your sister nuzzled into your arms, adorned with the velvety crème sleeves of your Hakama. She muttered incoherently into your bosom about how she’d help you before pulling away with a youthful grin. “I promise to do my best to help you!” 

You smiled down at her, your forehead dropping to meet hers. “I know.” 

At that, she slipped away from you, shuffling on her knees before rising. Komiko gives you a wave as she turns towards the arching wooden doorway at the entrance of the altar. “Well then, I’ll see you tomorrow! For now, I’m going to bed so the morning comes faster!” She cheers rather eagerly as she races away towards your Sha-ke. 

To that, you let out a hearty laugh as your mother scoffs with a fond laugh, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Thank you for that, (Y/n).” She speaks softly, gazing towards your shrinking sister. 

“It’s no problem, really. I understand-” 

“No. Just take it. I don’t tell you how much I appreciate your help around here. I dunno’ if I could do as much as I do now without you around.” She sighs softly, looking towards you with a warm twinkle in her eye. 

Your smile softens at her words—more tender than usual—as you find her side. Leaning against her as her temple presses down against yours. 

“You do a lot too, y’know. I think we both need each other.” You reply, gazing off towards the sky that continues to darken with each minute. Dusk fading to dark as stars begin to spackle at it’s surface. The moon rises from the horizon, following the remaining purple from the sunset to the deep blue encapsulates the sky. 

After your father passed away, life had gotten a lot rougher. Especially for your mother. Living as a widow was often pitied or ridiculed. Without a man to guide the family—your father—there was a short period of time where you had to wonder when your next meal might be; if you get one at all. 

But you, your mother, and your sister endured that time of trial, and were able to get back on your feet when your mother inherited the role of the shrine’s Head Priestess. Earning the role after your father; the Head Kannushi; passed away from illness. She was able to put the shrine back together again thanks to the efforts of you and other families' contributions. 

During that time, you and your—rather stubborn—mother grew incredibly close. She relied on you as her rock from your dad’s death, and you seemed to fulfil that role perfectly. 

“What did I just say?” She snaps playfully, pinching your cheek. 

“Sorry-! Sorry! I didn’t mean to-” 

“AHT!” She tuts, raising her voice. 

“I-...!” You begin to protest before sighing into her fingers. “...You’re welcome.” You grumble, evoking a laugh from her as she ruffles your hair with a smile. 

The two of you relax against each other as you slowly slip into a comfortable silence, breathing deeply as you feel the warmth growing between your bodies. She keeps her hand in your hair, now dragging her fingers through it soothingly as you hummed in content at the gesture. 

“Oh, by the way, what did Komiko mean about heading to the village?” You suddenly remember. 

“Oh.” Your mother coos with a guilty tone beside you. “Well, um, you don’t need to worry about it.” 

“Mom.” You cock an eyebrow up and she groans quietly before replying. 

“I’m exhausted from all of the rituals and praying I’ve done today... So I was hoping I’d be able to send you to the village to buy some food.” She mutters with irritation—at being caught—in her voice. “Could you please-” 

You pat her hand, cutting her off. “Yes mom. I’d be happy to.” 

She sighs in relief. “Thanks kiddo.” 

“I’m eighteen.” You grin fondly. 

“Nuh-uh. Not to me. You’ll always be my kid.” 

- 

The village was a place of warmth, you’d always been enchanted by the red lanterns strung overhead; steams of delicious foods swirls between their paper glows. It’s a welcome change from spending the majority of your time praying and cleaning—and on good days—performing rituals. You get to go out and browse familiar shops and products, greet some family friends, etcetera. 

However, the village during the nighttime was indisputably the prettiest. Warm red and orange lanterns flicker across slated stone pathways, illuminating storefronts and Yatai stands as the sellers of the evening began to open, while those who worked the morning began to close for the night. Your shoes scraped softly against the ground as you carried a wide rimmed basket. 

You’d already gotten the basic fruits and veggies you’d needed, and were now headed towards the one family-run shop you could rely on for the best grains and protein. 

The Shimura’s. 

You approached the storefront hurriedly as you spotted it, your Hakama swishing languidly with each step as it clung to your body. Thanks to the late chore request, you didn’t have time to spare for changing. Especially if you wanted to make it to the village in time before the food stalls began to close. 

Unfortunately, even with the extra time, you watched as the small wooden sign out-front listing products for the day being wiped clean. A familiar dark-headed lad knelt before it, cleaning it off. 

“Wait, wait Tenko!” You pant as you jog up to his crouched figure. Immediately, a rough scoff could be heard from him as you receive a sharp glare from the man on the ground. His messy black curls frame his sharp navy-blue eyes, the skin of his eyelids was reddened with irritation and small rashes from scratching at them. 

“Too late (L/n). Shop’s closing. Go home.” He replies gruffly, his hoarse voice firm as his gaze returns to the sign. Wiping it clean before scribbling a neat “closed” onto the board. 

“What happened to friends helping out friends?” You grin softly at his attitude, a huff escaping you as you walk closer. “And I thought I told you it was okay to call me by my first name.” You chide, kneeling beside him. 

“I don’t really care about what you prefer.” He retorts, standing up the moment you kneel beside him. You scoff slightly. 

“Please, Tenko?” You plead, clasping your hands together. “I promise it won’t happen again.” 

“You said that last time.” He scowls, walking back behind the counter. You give a nervous laugh as you go to follow. When approaching the open gate, it suddenly snaps down, effectively blocking you off. So you follow him from across the counter instead. 

“This time I really mean it.” You persist with an entreating smile. Leaning against the wooden counter as his back is to you. 

“No, you don’t.” 

“Okay, I don’t. But I do have some Ohagi with me.” You try, noticing the subtle—so subtle—stiffening of his movements before he quickly schools his reaction. You stop the knowing smirk that tries to find your lips. 

But to your shock, he—without a response—just disappears into the back of the shop. You’re stunned into silence. 

“Oh, damn it.” You grumble under your breath. He’d escaped, essentially. You gaze guiltily at the empty doorway before slinking back, turning away from the shop with a sigh of defeat. Your feet shuffle beneath you with embarrassment as you sling your basket over your shoulder. 

“Where the hell are you going?” 

You spin around, and there sits your exact order—which you didn’t happen to tell him—on the counter. He continues to glare at you as his hand rests atop a large, bagged fish beside a bag of rice and bread. 

“You whine to me about needing your order tonight, and then when I go to get it for you, you just leave?” he asks sharply, as if it was obvious that these were his intentions the whole time. A bright grin of surprise finds your face. 

“Thank you Tenko!” You beam, and he scoffs softly shaking his head. 

“I was planning on just taking your money, but since you offered the Ohagi, I expect that too.” He folds his arms as you dig through your basket to find your yen, along with the warm box of pre-prepared Ohagi Balls. 

“Of course.” You agree matter-of-factly. “I wouldn’t want to scam a friend.” You smile, chuckling softly. 

“Shut up.” 

“You didn’t deny that we’re friends~!” You coo with a teasing grin. 

“Do you want me to kill you?” 

  - 

It was a quiet walk back to the shrine, sticks and grass crunching beneath your feet. The moon is crested and iridescent as it casts pale blue light onto the foliage above your head. Your arms sag with the weight of the food you’d purchased as you trek back to the shrine, now coming into view. 

You huff gratefully, ready for the sleep that awaits you. While you approach the first of the three Tojii gateways, it’s deep crimson shimmers in the moonlight; it’s pillars standing tall. As you go to walk through it however, you yelp as something tugs on your Hakama. Jumping before turning around with a grimace. 

“Komiko? I thought you said you’d be in bed-“ You start, before being pulled even harder. This time, the force shocks you as you’re pulled down onto the dirt. 

“Hey! Stop!” You growl, turning towards the force. Your fingers press into the coarse soil beneath your fingers. You were alone. A small sound of confusion escapes you, paired with a sense of disappointment. 

You were kind of done for the night. You didn’t need anything else going wrong- 

Suddenly, you were thrown back. Your elbow skidding against the dirt and taking the brunt of the attack. You shout out in pain, your eyes darting around as you glare at nothing. 

“STOP! Whoever you are- does it look like I’m laughing?!” You yell, now officially passed off. 

It’s then that you hear a deafening crack from above you, or now, rather, in front of you after being torn away. Your eyes shoot up to the Tojii gate, it’s pristine pillars suddenly filled with cracks. 

“Those weren’t-“ You’re barely able to speak before they begin to shift. 

Your heart leaps into your throat as you scramble from the ground. The gate groans at the change in balance as the cracked poles shift further, before crumbling away. Bringing the entire gate to the ground. 

A puff of dust fans out of the fallen structure as you feel goosebumps crawl up your back. Your breathing irregular. 

At your feet lay the debris of the religious barrier. Now shattered all too suddenly. You couldn’t find the strength in you to stand up. You’d been frozen to the ground in fear. As you stare at the remains with a broken understanding, you fail to notice the choir of people calling your name. 

Priests and Priestesses rushed out of the shrine walls as they saw what was left of the gates. Many stared in shock as hands went to people’s mouths in astonishment. Murmurs from the people were hardly recognized by you. 

And rightly so, this had never happened before. 

You’re only snapped from your stupor when a familiar pair of arms wrap around you. 

“(Y/n)! Lord, are you alright?!” Your mother was crouched before you. Searching you for any form of injury. 

You could hear how quickly your heart was racing, a throbbing drumming in your ears and chest. Pain blossomed in your elbow as you clutched it tightly. Finally, you’re able to make eye contact. 

“I- dunno’ what happened-…” You breathe out. 

“That’s not what I asked. I can figure that out with my eyes. I need to know if you’re alright.” Her tone is serious as she holds you by the shoulders. 

“Yeah, I should be alright.” 

“Anything you need some medicine for?” 

“I-I need to bandage up my elbow.” You lift it up or her to see, face pale and hands shaky. The robe had torn open at the elbow, revealing a jagged scuff beneath the seams of your sleeve. 

“I’ll clean that up for you, and I’ll make sure to get your robe sewn up. For now, I need you to stay out here. Make sure the children stay in bed.” She instructs seriously, authority creeping into her tone. 

You nod as the adrenaline of the gate’s collapse begins to wear off. While you push yourself off of the ground, your mother finds the group surrounding the broken structure. Forcing her way through to look at it. You rub your elbow, staring at the group. Each are dressed in varying sleepwear while others still wear their Hakamas’. All quietly discussing and examining the rubble. 

Scooping up your spilled groceries, you walk past the group, listening as best you can as you head into the shrine grounds. 

“-Could it have been damaged by that recent thunderstorm?” 

“No, no. The gate’s material is supposed to repel lightning. Not attract it.” 

“It’s possible, but look at the position of some of the cracking-…” 

Their words become a blur in your ears as you head inside of the shrine. The frazzled feeling finally dispersed. 

But now, you were just confused. 

What, or worse, who grabbed you? 

You felt your eyebrows knit as you walked deeper into the shrine grounds. Headed towards your Sha-ke. You mentally slapped yourself. Rolling your shoulders and taking a breath as you went into work-mode. 

Approaching your home, you slide the wooden front door open, stepping inside and dropping the basket of food down. Then, slipping into your bedroom. 

The room was dark aside from a small orange lantern lit in the corner of the room, stretching over every surface the light could touch—including Komiko’s sleeping figure from the floor. You were silent as you crossed your sleeping sister, creeping towards the chest of drawers across your room to find some medicine. 

Your toes flexed as you tiptoed, silently finding the third drawer filled with medical amenities. It creaked softly, causing you to pause before you were able to pull it open. 

“(Y/n)?” A soft voice yawned. 

Immediately you grimace with a sigh, shielding your elbow from sight. 

“Hey Komi’.” You reply softly. 

“What are you doing?” She mumbles, rubbing her eyes. Kneeling beside her futon, you reach forward, clutching her small fist as you smiled down at her sleepy expression. 

“Don’t worry, just helpin’ momma. I promise I’ll be back soon. You can go to sleep.” You tug it away from her eyes to stop her from rubbing them. 

“I don’t wanna’. Not when you’re hurt.” 

You pause at her comment. “…You’re too observant for your age.” You scoff fondly, patting her head with your clean hand. 

“What happened?” She rests her head back down on the pillow, blinking to try and stay awake. 

“I fell.” 

“What about the loud boom?” 

“…One of the Tojii Gates also fell.” 

“Oh.” She says. Too sleepy to worry about how important that might be. 

“So, we aren’t cleaning the gates tomorrow?” She adds with a sleepy frown. 

You huff gently with a breathy laugh. “I’m afraid not. We’re probably going to close the shrine grounds tomorrow to fix it… But they might let us clean the other two.” 

She nods. “Okay.” 

As you watch her slip in and out of consciousness, you pull your sleeve up, eying her cautiously as you treat it. When certain she’s not watching, you carefully apply the medicine to the wound with a small towel. Watching your sister’s expression for a moment, your fingers continue working to bandage your elbow. 

“Did the gates fall on you?” You pull the bandage tight around your elbow as she speaks again, her eyes still closed. 

“No.” You reply. 

She pauses again. Evoking you to glance back at her. She’s looking down at her pillow, playing with her blanket as a smile filled with childlike wonder finds her face. 

“Then I guess what that man said was true.” She giggles into her pillow, her eyelids sagging. 

“What man?” You narrow your eyes at her blissful expression, your fingers working around the roll of bandages as you wrap up your elbow. 

“The green man,” she continues. “He said he’s really good at keeping promises.” 

“The green man.” You echo, not sure what to make of it. 

“Yeah. He was super nice.” 

“What did he promise you? Do I know him?” You frown. 

Her cheeks swell with air, puffed up into a pout. “He told me not to tell anybody I talked to him.” 

You thought it might’ve been a dream she’d had, or an imaginary friend of some kind. You knew it was important to take what kids say with a grain of salt; but that was weird—to have something purely imaginary telling a kid something like that. Unless they were real. You didn’t like that. 

A wary feeling welled up inside of you; your legs felt awfully weak after hearing that. 

“Komiko. I need you to tell me what he said.” 

“… But he-“ 

“Now. Please.” You murmur. 

She sighs, sitting up again as she crosses her legs. 

“Well... He never actually told me his name, so I called him the green man. He doesn’t come very often, but when he does, he’s really good at hiding. Any time I try to point him out, he always hides.” 

You nod. Do you or do you not take this seriously? You didn’t want to seem stingy, but it was for your sister’s safety. All and all, the only thing you could for now was listen. 

“That was the first time I talked to him though. It was after I went out to explore the forest. And I saw him in a tree.” 

You nod again, anticipation building in your chest. 

“And then he played with me.” She finished. Making you aware of just how close you’d leaned in to listen. 

“That’s it? What about your promise with him?” You try with a stammer. 

“Oh, yeah! He said that he promised to… Uh…” She narrows her eyes in thought. You suck on your teeth. 

“I don’t remember.” 

“You remembered earlier.” You reply pointedly. 

“I don’t know! I’m just- really tired.” She pouts, flopping back down onto her futon. 

“Please Komiko.” 

She’s silent for a second. 

“I think-“ 

“Miss (L/n)? Are you in here?” 

You roll your head back with a groan, looking towards the doorway where one of your fellow priestesses stand. 

“Yes?” You ask, a strained smile on your face. 

“It’s your mother. She sent me to fetch you. She needs all hands-on deck.” She explains, her eyes darting back from you to your sister. 

“Sure. I’ll be on my way.” You chew on the inside of your cheek, rising to your feet as you set a hand onto your sister’s head. 

“You and I aren’t done. So, make sure you get some rest, okay?” You say with a lilt. Her expression makes you smile. 

“Okay… And, um, when you get back, can we cuddle?” She leans into your palm, her head warm from the sheets. 

“You bet.” You grin, pressing any stray hairs back for a kiss to her forehead. She giggles softly before finally laying down again. The priestess nods to you as you swiftly rise, following her out towards the gates in hasty manner. You could see your mother directing people in the distance. 

“-Cover the South-eastern sector. Check for more damage. If need be, we’ll gather to purify any evil. I need- (Y/n).” Her expression shifts to one of relief. You were someone she could always rely on. “There you are. I need you to search the Northern sector of the shrine for any sort of disturbances. Emergency check. Can you manage on your own?” 

“I’ve got it covered.” You nod, your hand resting against your side. Fingers prodding for the handle of something sharp hidden away in your robes. 

“Thank you. Be quick, and meet back here to report anything. You know what to look for? What you need to report?” 

“Mhm.” You nod, eyes narrowing in seriousness. 

“Good. Then off you go.” 

-  

Honestly, this whole checkup has been rather disappointing for you. 

Yeah, you knew it was probably a good thing that you hadn’t encountered any danger—no Tanuki, Oni, or Tengu in sight; the Omarmori’s you’d encountered seemed just fine—but the immaturity in you begged for something aside from mist and shadows that might lurk out on the grounds. 

A soft groan of exhaustion bubbled up from your chest as you wrestled with your fatigue, and given the placement of the moon, you guessed it was likely far past midnight. Great. But, in your despair for essentially wasting your time, came the relief for finding the edge of the forest. Your cue, to head back towards the shrine, and clock out for the night. 

“Finally.” You breathed, leaning against a tree as you gaze up at one of the small Omamori’s dangling from a tree branch. This one—more powerful than those sold in the gift shop—glistened a vibrant shade of red, golden embellishments of your shrine’s name stamped on. It jingled softly in the breeze, twirling whilst strung from above. 

When all seemed to be in fine condition after your check—which you ensured was as thorough as one could be when being checked by one who’s been awake for eighteen hours straight—you decided to begin your trek back to the shrine. 

When walking back, the clouds seemed adamant on pursuing your troubles as they crossed in front of the moon, effectively blocking your only light source. The mist that hung low to the ground grew thicker, it’s cold exhale slipping beneath the skirt of your Hakama and grasping at your legs. An eerie feeling found your chest as shadows flooded the forest; it was unnervingly dark. 

As time passed, the trees began to feel closer together. It was impossible to see anything in front of you, hell, you couldn’t even see your own two feet. You stuck your arm out blindly while nerves encouraged you to find the blade sheathed in your pocket immediately. 

You were losing your cool. It was too hard to see. Too hard to breathe. You felt trapped in this veil of mist and shrouded murk as your throat slowly began to close. 

No. Something was off. 

Biting your tongue, you guided yourself forward. However, with the risk of running smack bang into a tree, you could only increase your pace to a brisk walk. 

The mist continued to close in on you. Until it grew tight. It was thick and choppy. You couldn’t breathe. 

‘I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I. Can’t. Breathe.’ 

Black splotched at your vision as you began to inhale the thick mist. Violent coughs wracked your figure, and despite how badly you’d wanted to—you couldn’t stay quiet. You gasped and hacked uncontrollably, tears burning your eyes until you felt your knees buckle helplessly beneath you. Leaving you in a broken heap on the forest floor. 

As you shuddered and seized with painful splutters, a disgusting scream—one loud enough to effectively silence your coughs—made you look around wildly. Clamping a hand over your mouth, your body helplessly began to gag against your hand. Demanding you expel of all your bodily contents. 

With a lack of air, and the chance of your life at stake, you willingly let the frenzied coughing overcome you.  

That’s when the screech resurfaced, that same bestial shriek here to reverberate off of the trees. Echoing around you on all sides, your ears ring at the insultingly loud wail. However, with a sudden gust of wind, the mist around you suddenly disperses, and amidst the clearing, you find yourself alone clutching the grass. Your hands trembled as fresh air returned to your lungs; labored gasps of air letting you greedily inhale anything your lungs could hold. 

But alas, your time for relief was short as your eyes suddenly met those of darkness above you. You slowly peered up at the shadowy figure above you. The sclera’s of the being barely visible amidst the sea of black swimming within it’s eyes. It was a Yokai. A demon. 

There was a demon within Shrine boundaries. 

The shrine had been infiltrated. 

Fear flooded your system as your body went into overdrive. Fight, flight or freeze; a decision made unconsciously. Immediately. In this condition, you weren’t given much choice to move; even if you’d wanted to. You laid paralyzed beneath the monster, breath hitched as the demon towered over your crumpled form silently. 

It’s eyes lolled around freely within it’s sunken eye sockets, their reflections muddled. They were lifeless, no light within it’s eyes whatsoever. Their eyes clung to the last shreds of skin that kept them in place as the darkness swelled within it’s eyes. Bubbling with empty desires. Or perhaps, none at all. 

It was blind, you’d realized. 

You held your breath, your movements stilled until there were none. And yet, somehow, there was still sound. Throbbing from within you. Your eyes widened in terror as the sound of your heartbeat began to echo. Stretching past the confines of your own ears. Was it the smoke? Why was your heartbeat so loud? 

It was then that a withered hand came flying forward towards your face. The Yokai’s fingers snatching the hair from your scalp. 

A scream ripped from you as the Yokai tore you towards it by the roots of your hair. Your fingers clawed at it’s grip as you thrashed within it’s grasp; nothing to defend yourself with aside from the strength you have. 

You feel yourself pressed to it as it lets out a hellish bellow, it’s chest rumbling vigorously against your back as you claw at it’s hands—now working their way up your body to hold your waist and mouth. 

You scream into it’s shriveled palm as it’s grip tightens, hoisting you up and giving you a perfect view of the back of it’s throat. It’s jaw pops harshly as it seems to unhinge, dropping open in a distinctly inhuman way. 

Tears leap to your eyes as your muffled screams of anger and pain quickly grow into ones of terror. You can practically hear the way your body molds into the grip of it’s hands; indicated by the nightmarish cracking of a bone. Another scream, this one the loudest, rips from the deepest corners of your body as you feel your shoulder dislocate. 

And suddenly, as it’s humid breath envelops your body, and your feet come in contact with the slick of it’s saliva, your brain just seems to stop. 

Click. You’re out. 

Limp. 

You never thought ‘play dead’ could be taken so literally. 

It’s tongue finds your body and licks up your uniform. Dragging up your unconscious body to get a taste. If you were able to form a cohesive thought, you likely would’ve been grateful for the lack of feeling in your body. A disgusting violation that you couldn’t stop, but luckily, couldn’t feel. 

However, though you couldn’t feel, you could hear. 

You could hear way too much for your own liking, in fact. 

The squelch of the Yokai’s tongue against you made you retch against the creature’s hand. This was officially one of the worst ways to die.  

Just let it be quick. 

Please. 

I’m begging. 

“Hey, hey now, that is no way to treat a lady. Have you any shame?” 

Now that was unexpected. 

A new voice. 

“Though I doubt any follower of All For One has any knowledge on that sort of thing anyways.” The voice continues. 

It was then that you heard the Yokai speak. Though you suppose you weren’t enough of a problem for it to need to speak earlier. Not that you could understand it anyways. It spoke in a series of hisses and squeals, it’s voice loud and agitating on the ears. Yet the person responded. In fact, they laughed. 

“Yes, I have.” They pause, the next time they speak, their voice is closer. It’s a man, you realize. 

  “I do apologize. Though I pity the suffering you endure in this form, it is fit for the horrible sins you have committed against humanity, against The Seven, and now, against this woman.” His voice is rather soft, as his tone grows deeper before dropping off. Silence following his words. 

“I mean, surely you understand that there are consequences to your actions.” His voice is even closer now, a deep sigh into your ear. A shudder wracks through you at his tone, among the threat’s implications, fear grew within you instantly. 

It's then that you hear a morbid squelch, followed by an ear-splitting shriek from the Yokai holding you. There's a thud before more sounds of aggression can be heard. You have difficulty following what goes on after that. With no sight or feeling in your body, it was nearly impossible to gain any sort of clarity as to what was happening around you. 

Reliant on your ears, you listen on as sounds of exertion from the creature can be heard. The man, however, was almost silent. 

However, after an abrupt crack, the Yokai fell silent too. 

. . . 

“Hello there.” 

It was the man; and he was right next to you. 

“I know you can hear me. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you make it back to the shrine safely.” He murmurs softly, his voice gentle but reassuring. Though his voice remained the same, the underlying tone in his voice was stark from before. 

You aren’t sure what’s to come, until you hear a shuffle beside you. Sounds of rustling are heard for a moment before being followed by the steady thud of footsteps from beneath you. 

‘What is going on?’ 

Forced to silently listen to the quiet breathing of the man and his footsteps, you were carried. You weren’t certain where, but you knew that the moment you’d be able to open your eyes, you wouldn’t be where you’d been before. Not that you wanted to linger there anyways. 

Eventually—you weren’t sure when—you began to feel again. It started from where his hands slipped beneath the crooks of your knees and arms, then spread to your hands and feet, and working it’s way to your torso and very dislocated shoulder. Throbbing in accordance to your heartbeat. But even yet, you couldn’t open your eyes. It frustrated you to no end. 

It was then that you felt the gentle shake of the man’s chest, paired with a breathless laugh. His hands tightened around your limbs, holding you even closer to him.  

“Ah, ah. Don’t do that.” He chided; a gentle smile woven in his voice. “You opening your eyes won’t help you heal any faster. After all I can’t have you straining yourself, now can I?” You could feel the vibrations of his neck as he spoke quietly. 

Against your better judgement, your muscles released their tension, and you seemed to sink slightly into the man’s—rather firm—chest. Your side remained pressed against his solid figure, softened by the warm linen drapes he wore. 

“There.” He murmured. 

At that, the world seemed to fall silent. 

Thanks for reading. - Animetrashbox.

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hiiii can i request a dabi x RoR jack the ripper!fem!reader were the entire country of japan was invited to ragnarok

thats all i have pls bare with me i really want this

SURE SWEETIE 🤍

MHA × RoR / Dabi× Jack the ripper!f!reader

Warning: i don't really know how to define this :), serial killers, dabi being dabi, blood.

He had no idea how he got there or why he was there, and even more he just couldn't understand how a girl without quirks could be so agile; Yet she managed to hold her own against one deity: Hercules. If he was to be honest Dabi had never heard of him, but from what he understood he was a god from some European country. The weirdo had announced him as The Man Who Became God...he called it good.

the girl instead had been defined as the personification of evil. however, the girl's name was not new to him. The ripper was one of the most famous and well-known serial killers who lived centuries before him. Dabi couldn't do anything but observe fascinated the agility with which the young woman used the sharp blades. She had cut off his arm as easily as cutting butter.

At that moment an excited verse rang out, and when Davi looked up at the crowd behind him he immediately noticed Himiko's blond hair. His gaze passes over the entire crowd identifying several familiar faces including that of his brother Natsuo. The voice of "The ripper" brought his attention back to one of the many screens.

<<even a stone can become powerful enough to destroy a wall>> the girl smiled. She could clearly feel her blood coursing through her veins as her adrenaline did nothing but make her smile as she watched her naïve divinity in front of her. “And a clock face can be made into a weapon to kill a God,” she continued.

Dabi found himself smiling as he listened to the girl's words. She had done nothing but pretend, she had fooled them all.

his pale eyes glittered in fascination with the girl's grace. And when everything seemed to be over Hercules gets up and that light in Dabi's eyes went out.

***

she couldn't believe it. Hercules' words continued to reverberate in her head and for the first time a new feeling made room in her. She wanted to see those colors again, so beautiful and bright that the divinity had shown her, she wanted to see the colors of love again.

The sound of heavy footsteps made her look up.The young woman looks confused at the dark-haired man in front of her.He wasn't like the men she'd seen all her life: He wasn't wearing a shirt or a Hat Not even a jacket or cape.But the thing that intrigued her the most was the boy's skin, partly burned and attached to the healthy skin by pieces of what seemed to her to be iron.

Dabi found the girl's appearance almost funny, her light hair was now without a hat and her thoughtful face clearly visible, she no longer had a cloak, but only the white shirt from which the bandages were visible.the skirt however was stained. the girl looked at him the way one looks at ghosts and this made him turn up his nose. He dabi he hated when people looked at him like that: like he was out of place.yet in the young woman's gaze there was no disgust but confusion, so he decided to speak.

<<you fought well>>He said it with a strange accent that made her smile. Those had been the boy's only words <<Thank you my lord>> she had whispered while the unreal-looking boy walked away whit a grinn.

The boy put his hands in his pockets and continuing to walk he said a name to her: Dabi. She had no idea what that meant, but something inside her desperately wanted to know.<<Wait my lord>> she exclaimed.

And then she saw them again, those colors were decidedly less shiny than Hercules' ones, and the girl decided that she would make them shine.

She got up quickly passing her hands on her skirt still covered in blood before following the mysterious boy.

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FANTASY VERSE- OVERHAUL

The God of Destruction/Calamity/Ruin, a deity usually seen and depicted alongside the gods of Suppression and Reconstruction. Two goddesses, Ichika Shizuhiko (The goddess of Suppression/Nullification @implexaanima​ ), and Eri (The Goddess of Reconstruction/Rebirth). (Eri and Kai were created by Pops)

As a god- he resembles his monster form in MHA canon, but his regular appearance is usual overhaul (but in a fantasy setting).

Over the years, they gathered a following, the deities getting noticed for their work- Kai becoming incredibly hostile towards Eri, while she was gentle and loved by many, he would always attempt to slaughter the benevolent goddess. However even in the past it had been this way, resulting in the creation of Ichika.

Once during their many fights- Kai managed to kill Eri (resulting in her reincarnation) and in the process, he murdered Ichika as well (among his many regrets). Being cast out for his crimes and being forced to wander the earth they assisted in creating- so long as their world turned he would walk it’s surface... Seeing filth and disgust around him in the mages he has come across but in their practices, seeing he needed to heal the world but with this comes finding his beloved Ichika, as she was reincarnated- memories fragmented, forgotten. But their work was never done each time she died, they reunited and continued their work- slaughtering mages and others with magic in their veins- his word was scripture after all, and their existence was a sin.

And so Destruction fell for Suppression, her ability to halt the magic around them allowed for clean work in healing the world around them as he left a trail of blood behind him, having used his time on earth to realize that he simply could destroy the beings who worshipped them and create a clean world. One he and his beloved could rule... (**NOTE**- Ichika is the ONLY person who can make him soft- he truly does care about her and buried under his drive to complete his plans and his undying god complex is that care for her.)

As a god cast from the heavens- Chisaki still retains his powers of destruction (Overhaul) but also remains immortal meaning he can never die, his eternal punishment for killing not only Eri but Ichika on top of that- punishment for his bloodlust on top of this. So should Ichika die- Kai is forced to search for her and continue the cycle over and over again.

The Shie Hassakai are INCREDIBLY devout followers to the Destruction god, an almost cult like existence in a way- lead by Hari and soon Kai upon his discovery of the group, proposing his philosophy to them and gaining not only Ichika on his side but the group of followers. His next goal? To find the young girl who had once been the goddess of reconstruction and murder her once again.