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herculean (drrr x f!reader)

Chapter 10 - Beginning of the End

synopsis: just as you're returning back to normal following the slasher incident, you receive a strange message that knocks you off-kilter

word count: 7,531

warnings: violence, minor blood, minor sexual harassment

"someone, come quickly this place was built for moving out leave behind buildings, the city planners got mapped out,, the execution of all things - rilo kiley

ERIKA Walker replaced Saburo's door. Wanna see?

ME Absolutely.

ERIKA Attachment: 1 Image

You drop your phone from laughing so hard at the picture. It's a selfie, with Walker and Erika posing for the camera in front of the van's door. The door itself is an entirely different color and, more importantly, has a cute anime girl in a maid's costume on it. The funniest part was that both Kyohei and Saburo could be seen in the back, visibly in grief. Oh, poor, poor Saburo!

ME There's no way you guys aren't gonna be recognized with that!

ERIKA That's what Dotachin said!

ERIKA Are you doing okay?

There it was. Erika was always a carefree person, always with a lighthearted air about her. It was rare to see her talk about more serious matters, or at least approach them in a serious way. When she did, it was always in disguise; sandwiched between jokes and fun conversation.

ME Yeah, just tired. I ran an errand this morning. besides that I think I'm gonna have a day in, today.

Said 'errand' was a trip to the hospital to visit Anri, who had her own run-in with the slasher. You kept your cool, however--someone had to because it was only Mikado there after Masaomi ran off. It was only a lot of small cuts, you noticed, easily treated with bandages and disinfectant. She was surprisingly chipper, smiling for the first time in what felt like a while. You grinned, amused as she explains her story of the Headless Rider coming to save her. The grin broadened at the blush on her cheeks. A little crush on Celty, huh? Mikado's got some competition! Mikado was sweet about it, assuring her that he believed her admittedly crazy story. "If you said it, it must be true!"

"Oh, it was. I was attacked by the Slasher, myself. In my own apartment, no less." They both stared at you with wide eyes. Smiling back, you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. "It was actually the Headless Rider who saved me, as well. Not just that, though, but Shizuo Heiwajima, too!"

Mikado's eyes were practically popping out of his head at your story. As he ranted nervously about the two of you having some interesting lives, you made eye contact with Anri, who snuck you a smile. You were just glad she was alright.

ERIKA Cool. Let us know if you need anything. :)

Ah, so it was an 'us'. Your heart flutters as you wonder if the boys were worried as well. They were all so kind to you--it was crazy how lucky you were. Living here was wild, you had to admit that, but the friends made it worth it. It occurred to you that this would only last for a year. What would you do once you left? You could always text and email, sure, but what about the people that weren't texters? What about the people that you weren't necessarily the closest to, but were still consistent in your every day life? What about the shops you liked the most and your favorite hangout spots?

Texting is a fine and dandy form of communication but it's not comparable to seeing them in person. Nothing could compare to the stars in Erika's eyes, Walker's enthusiastic gestures, Saburo's happy tears, Kyohei's exhausted sighs, Shizuo's warm, brown stare, Anri's mousy voice, or Celty's tapping fingers. You wouldn't see any more of that once you left. Sighing, you realize how much you've dampened your spirits. Your phone vibrates with another text and you check it, assuming it's another one of your friends.

Your blood turns to ice in a matter of seconds. You swallow in an attempt to wet your drying mouth, but nothing could relieve the sudden need for water.

FATHER You need to come home. Soon.

Your father was a curt man. What he needed to express, he expressed with actions. Not words, not phone calls, and certainly not texts. Your hands are trembling now. You thought that everything was going fine! What possibly could have happened? Shakily, you type out a message in reply.

ME Why, has something happened?

The sudden appearance of a call startles you and you drop your phone in surprise. Lo and behold, your father's contact appears on the screen. You take a moment to compose yourself before answering the call. There's eery silence.

"H-hello?"

"(Y/N)."

It had been so long since you had heard his voice. On any other occasion, it would have been soothing to you, but there was something about this context, his tone, that sets you on edge. Ignoring your growing dread, you clear your throat and answer him, polishing your out-of-practice English the best that you could.

"Good morning, Father! I-I've missed y-."

"There is a plane coming for you tonight. I expect you to board that flight and be home by midnight."

"What!? Did something happen, are you okay??"

"Do not worry about me. I've simply decided that sending you to Ikebukuro was not the most optimal course of action. You are to return immediately." It was foreign, how he was speaking to you. He had always been a curt man, but your father was always warm and affectionate to you. Now he was so impersonal, commanding.

"Father, you're frightening me a little..."

"You do not intend to disobey me, do you?"

The sudden severity of his tone makes you wince. It seemed that whatever situation this was, it was dire. You meekly reply that no, you would never disobey him and you would see him tonight.

"Good. Do not worry about packing, just come as you are. And one more thing. You are not to speak of this to anyone. Disappear without a trace." At this, you are completely awake. You stand from your position on the bed, surprised by the feeling that had welled up in you so quickly. For the first time, you were feeling outraged towards your beloved father. Disappear? Without a trace?? How could he possibly expect that from you? You had already made so much progress with your studies!! More importantly, what about all of your friends? Just in the past month, you had gotten closer to them than you ever had to anyone! They even seemed to really like you! Some even seemed to…

It’s hard to discern the exact source of the burning sensation in your face, but it spurs you to speak up. However, the moment you open your mouth, there’s a click and the line goes dead.

The sound of the monotone infuriates you. Tears of frustration pool in the corners of your eyes as you throw yourself onto your bed. What on earth was this? A month had gone by without any contact with your father. He had warned you of this, stating that he wanted you to have an independent experience. In spite of that, you had got along fine! You were only knocked out cold by the strongest man in Ikebukuro (possibly the world), invited to join a colorless color gang, shown the dark shadow abyss of a headless woman, and attacked by multiple possessed demon people...but he didn't even know about all of that! What could have possibly changed his mind?

Worse than that, what could you possibly do about it? You had never disobeyed him--you never had a reason to. He had always been so charitable and kind and generous, you practically idolized him. Sighing, you roll over onto your back. You would have to leave your friends, not telling them anything. You could only imagine how worried they'd be if you just disappeared. Did this mean you couldn't contact them afterward? That you would never interact with them ever again?

It wasn't fair. Less fair than losing your memory, less fair than almost being murdered by a red-eyed zombie mob.

...but you just couldn't disobey your father.

...

"So, what happened to a day in?" You smile at Saburo's question. So Erika had been relaying your messages to the rest of the gang after all.

"I thought I'd be sleeping the day away, but after an hour I got so restless, I couldn't even stay laying down! Guess I'm just not the nocturnal type." You were all leaned up against the van, enjoying your lunches. You sat cross-legged between Walker and Erika, while Saburo and Kyohei remained standing. The last thing you wanted to do was sit around all day, dreading the moment you would have to board a plane and leave the life you had made behind. Your friends would know the last time they saw you as the night some possessed man tried to stab you.

A flurry of different sounds reaches your ears. A chime, a short jingle, a deep vibration...a high pitched girl's voice? As your friends all look down at their phones, you realize that it had been their ringtones. A vibration in your pocket alerts you of your own device. Your friends don't miss how you've joined them in checking your phone and, exchanging looks with each other, decide to ignore it in favor of the importance of the message they had all apparently received.

"This guy...he's like--the leader of the Dollars, right?" Walker questions from beside you.

admin@dollars: Seeking information on the Slasher.

It was a simple, short request, but to everyone who saw it, it carried great weight. Whoever the leader, the creator of this entire gang, was, they were seeking out the Slasher. If they did find it, there was bound to be some type of battle. Was there really one person responsible, though? After all, it had been a mob of people last night, and even those people didn't seem to understand what they were doing after their eyes went back to normal. It was almost as if it was some sort of supernatural force, not one sole being--and somehow, that supernatural force was trying to put Shizuo--and you--under its control.

How would it do that, though? All it seemed to be trying to do was slash you both to pieces! That didn't make sense if they wanted you on their side, did it? Now that you thought about it...none of the Slasher's victims died, did they? Mr. Niekawa, the three girls from Raira...they simply came back but possessed. Did the Slasher possess people by attacking them? That wouldn't make sense...you know people, two people in particular who were cut by the Slasher and came out just fine. One of them was basically a superhuman with extraordinary capabilities, and the other... was just a normal little high school girl...

You feel a nudge on your shoulder. Erika, the culprit, has a look in her eye that you can't discern. Realizing that you had zoned out for a bit, you force a smile back onto your face. "Hey, you guys have a bunch of copies of that manga left, right? Super Tragic High School Life?" The intensity of her gaze dissipates in seconds as if it had never been there.

"Oh, yeah! Turns out that store didn't have the special edition. Some guy in Shinjuku got it," she explains. Walker is practically steaming at the ears, his face going red. "What a waste," he murmurs indignantly.

"Any way I could borrow a copy or two? I'm interested in reading it."

"Of course! They're not in the trunk anymore, though. We'd have to go back to my place to get them," Walker says.

"Oh, that's fine. In fact, you can drop them off at my apartment the next time you're in the area. It'll get to me eventually."

You don't notice how Kyohei's eyes narrowed at the odd wording of your statement. The pair are excited by your interest, providing you with some background on the series. They're not very good at avoiding spoilers, but you don't mind. When their explanation ends, you turn your attention to Saburo, asking what his favorite songs from Ruri Hijiribe were.

"Wha- you can't just ask me that and expect an immediate answer! Gimme until tonight to look through her discography and I'll give you an answer by midnight--maybe later."

Your laughter is louder than you usually allow it to be, almost as if you're forcing it. This was a happy, lighthearted moment with your friends, you told yourself. Sighing, you don't realize how your head has fallen onto Walker's shoulder. "I can wait," you muse, grinning.

...

It was odd, being the only one out of the two of you to actually drink the tea in your hands. However, the basically decapitated body in front of you was even odder. Celty sat across from you, hands neatly tucked into her lap. You don't know why you expected some sort of gory mess where her neck and head would be attached, but the simple black stream of mist wafting out was certainly a better sight. The top of her bodysuit is partially unzipped, revealing her ghostly pale skin. Looking at her was a surreal experience itself, yet here you were, having a conversation with her. "So, you live here with Shinra? Are you guys good friends?"

The wriggling of her shoulders as she twiddles her thumbs tells you otherwise. "Actually, he's my fiance. We're partners."

You squeal in excitement. That was so cute!! Celty, the dark, daredevil of a woman was going to marry a friendly, nerdy Shinra. Unconventional pairs had always been your favorite. Heartened by the news, you ask her all sorts of questions. How long had they known each other, how long had they been engaged, did they know when the ceremony was going to be, what were their plans for the wedding? It was against your better judgment to pry so much, but Celty didn't seem perturbed at all, answering all of your questions to the best of her ability.

You're not surprised by her apparent immortality, considering she is a woman walking around without a head. She had known Shinra since he was a young boy. That part was a little odd to you, but she clarified that she hadn't had any sort of interest in him until he was an adult. It seemed as though she hadn't thought much about an actual ceremony, leaving those plans to Shinra. The way she talks about him, it's obvious that he's impossibly whipped for her. You smile into your tea, imagining the calm and collected doctor who you had met long ago blushing and pampering his lovely headless wife. "But hey, whatever it is, how would you feel about being apart of it?"

You almost spit out your tea after reading her message. "R-Really!? You're sure about that?"

"Yeah! You're supposed to include your friends, right? Maybe you can even help me pick out dresses, since you know about that stuff."

You're over the moon, already picturing the event. However big or small it ended up being, it would be an honor to be a part of something so special. Celty would look absolutely stunning in a dark gown--no white, it wouldn't be staying true to her character--with gold accents. Maybe Shinra would be the one in white. Maybe bridesmaids would be in gold dresses? Something that matched her helmet. Celty respectfully listens as you express these thoughts. However, your rant stops abruptly.

"Is something wrong? You stopped kind of suddenly there."

"No, it's nothing! I just remembered that I....um..."

I'm not going to be there for your wedding.

It feels as though every ounce of glee that was in your body had dissipated in a matter of seconds. You wouldn't be there to help Celty with her dress or see her walk down the aisle. You'd be gone, with no one knowing what happened to you. Your fingers tighten their grip on the teacup. It occurs to you that you both have been sitting in silence. "...I'm worried I may forget all of this!! Maybe we should write it down somewhere." Celty leaves her position on the couch, motioning for you to follow her. She leads you to a smaller room with a desk and computer. You stand behind her and she pulls up a notepad window, typing something onto it.

"Good idea. I'm definitely going to need your guidance."

I'll do my best, Celty.

...

Shizuo's bartender uniforms held a great significance to him, that he had made clear from very early on. It was sweet, how he wanted to show his appreciation for his brother's generosity. After all, it would have been a shame for all of those uniform sets to go to waste after he had been fired from that job. But god... you would pay millions to see him wear literally anything else!

"Anything here that catches your eye? Remember, price isn't an issue--it's technically part of my studies, so Father won't mind if I splurge a little bit."

You could really go all out here--put him in a fitted pant, add a fit-ribbed turtle-neck, throw on a nice peacoat--but you worried that if you took it too far out of his comfort zone, it would just collect dust in his closet. Shizuo eyes the displays of clothes surrounding him, haphazardly perusing different racks before moving to the next one. Honestly...he looks lost...but things like this take time. "How about you pick out something? You'd know way more about this than me," he finally says. You take delight in the fact that he trusts you so much. This fact is lost on Shizuo however, who is pretty unsettled by the intense stare you're giving him right now. In reality, you're sizing him up, taking note of his body type and which traits to maximize or minimize. You briefly wonder how someone so strong could still have so lithe of a body.

His unease is worsened by the dangerous smile you give him. "Okay, just remember you asked for this," you chide, already escaping into the depths of the store in search of a perfect ensemble.

As curious as you were to see Shizuo in something soft and flowery, you had to give him something he could wear to work. That meant upping the intimidation factor. Something fitted would definitely emphasize the sturdiness of his frame. If you were to add some layering, you could make him appear bulkier. For the sake of change and novelty, black and white would be a no-no. Some pops of color wouldn't hurt him. You're handing him a set of clothing and ushering him to a dressing room in a matter of five minutes.

"This is one outfit?? You gave me like three shirts," he calls to you.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's a button-up, a sweater, and a jacket--and yes, you do put it on in that order!"

His sigh is audible, but other than that, he puts on the clothes without any other complaints. It takes him longer to put it on than it did for you to find it, but you're patient with the man. After a lot of shuffling, grunting, and cursing, your friend finally emerges. You have to hold back your squeal in the quiet store. Even in the disheveled state that he had put it on, the outfit was already doing wonders for him. "You look so good!! Well, don't just stand there--come here, I want you to see a few things!" You're speaking to him as if drawing a small child from his hiding spot, bringing him over to a mirror. You remove his jacket, temporarily draping it over your arm.

He had tucked in the button up, which was good, you tell him, but the sweater was meant to be tucked too. After he complies, you tug at the material around his waist, loosening the sweater and giving it a little room to billow. "It's very lightweight material, so it won't get too hot or bulky," you explain, tugging at the fabric on his shoulders as well. It was a professional combination that he could easily sport at work, and the fit of it accentuated the broadness of his shoulders, you added. It's lost on you how flustered he is by the bold contact.

"I wanted to show you the effects of the ensemble without the jacket, since it's getting warmer and you won't need it pretty soon. Which is a shame because this..." You hold the jacket open as a gesture for him to put it on. "...is the icing on top of the cake!" The dark violet, velvety corduroy jacket was perhaps your best find ever. It was a more casual aspect of the otherwise professional look, perfect for when he was off the job. Really, you just couldn't resist putting some color on him.

"You really put a lot of thought into this, huh? Didn't take you long either." Shizuo's eyes meet yours through the mirror. Even with his eyes covered, you can't help but feel as though he's thinking about something. You decided not to bother him about his sunglasses tonight, even though they kind of clash with the look but it's fine no worries not a big deal. "Well, yeah, of course! Not like I haven't thought about it before." A second passes before you realize the implications of your statement. "Like, what clothes you would look good in!! Whenever I meet someone, I can't help but dress them up in my head." One of his eyebrows raise. "Not in a weird way!! Of course, not in a weird way....just....do you like it??"

His gaze returns to his own form, scanning up and down the clothing. You watch with bated breath, gauging his reaction. You barely see the beginnings of a smile at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, I do." You can hear a stadium of fans in your head, cheering and celebrating. Before he can say anything else, you're practically dragging him to the cashier to pay for it--with him still wearing it. You won't let him even sneak a peek at the receipt, not even after he's put on his normal clothes.

"Are you sure that you're okay with buying me those clothes?" he asks one more time as you leave the store.

"Absolutely sure. I want you to have those, Shizuo." To remember me by. "Consider it my special gift to you!"

He doesn't argue further, only smiling and shaking his head at your persistence. You would definitely miss that smile.

...

"Hey, thanks for waiting , you guys! I know it's been a long school week. You must be tired." You sat next to Mikado and Masaomi at the bar area of Russia's Sushi, waving Denis over. "Get whatever you want. My treat."

Mikado, as expected, is reluctant to mooch off of your funds, still selecting a measly, cheaper dish. Masaomi teases him, encouraging him to truly appreciate your generosity. Despite this, you notice that he chooses one of the cheaper options as well. Guess they're just conditioned that way.

"So, what did you want to meet us for?" Mikado asks as Denis goes off to prepare your order. You hum at him, your brow raising in question. "I mean, you asked us to meet with you, kind of out of the blue. Is something wrong?"

"I can't ask my friends to hang out?" Mikado's cheeks flush, his eyes going wide as he waves his hands in some sort of apologetic gesture.

"WHAT no, I'm not saying that at all! I just figured with your incident last night, you were asking for help with something! Plus, I never thought you'd considered us as friends--not that there's anything wrong with that I'm glad to be your friend and I'm sure that Masaomi is too, I mean the age difference is a little strange but--"

"Mikado, chill out, you're gonna blow a gasket." It's funny how the boys served as such obvious foils to one another. Usually, it was Mikado having to reel Masaomi back in, but it looks like the blonde is capable of returning the favor. You shake your head, twirling your finger around the rim of your water glass. "I just wanted to hang with you guys. I'm sad Anri couldn't be here, but I'm gonna visit her later."

"What incident is Mikado talking about?" Masaomi asks. He sounds nonchalant about the matter, but there's a solemnity in his gaze that surprises you. "Oh yeah, you weren't there when I told Anri and Mikado. I had my own encounter with the Slasher last night. A bunch of them, in fact. I was luckier than Anri, though."

"There was a surge of attacks last night, wasn't there? Not to mention, a bunch of people woke up in certain locations with no memory of how they got there..." Mikado reflected Masaomi's serious demeanor, rubbing his chin in thought. The air is grimmer than you'd like it to be. "But hey, I'm alright now! Looking back on it, it was all pretty cool," you try to lighten the mood, picking up your glass and jovially clinking it against Mikado's, "to living!" Mikado smiles at you halfheartedly, making an obvious effort to cheer up. Masaomi, however, eats it up, raising his glass and sloppily clinking it against yours.

After Denis returns with your food, you all dig in happily. You were quite the hypocrite. Even after changing subjects from the Slasher, you couldn't stop thinking about it yourself. Nor could you stop pondering the mass forum message you had received earlier that day. What would happen if the leader of the Dollars went head to head with the Slasher...?

"Hey, Masaomi, you kind of disappeared this morning. Where'd you run off to...?" you ask, forcing the thoughts away. Masaomi doesn't meet your gaze, toying with the remaining morsels of food on his tray. "Oh, just had to pay a visit to someone, is all."

Was it just you, or were both of these young men being super cryptic for no reason? Maybe it was a thing for teenage boys to brood on a regular basis, puberty and all that. Still, it was out of character for Masaomi to act so...somberly. Even when he was joking around, there was still something so subdued about him. Poor kid, what happened to Anri must have done a number on him.

For the rest of the night, you take it upon yourself to maintain a light atmosphere. You ask them about their studies and classes at school. In a city like this, it's hard to imagine that there were students here who had to carry out a daily schedule and focus on schoolwork. Having them talk about school lifts their spirits, you notice, giving them something mundane and lighthearted to focus on.

It gets even closer to closing, as well as the time of your flight, so you have to say good night to the pair. If you moved fast enough, you could still pay Anri a visit, since she had returned back home from the hospital. You heave a sigh as you watch the boys walk away, trying to will away the apprehension welling up in your chest. "Sighing is sign of sadness. Something wrong?" Simon's voice startles you. Looks like he had returned to his flier distribution post.

"Oh! Hey, Simon! No, nothing's wrong. I was just thinking." Your smiling muscles had grown too tired over the course of the day, giving away the falsehood of your greeting. Simon, however, is exerting enough smiling strength for both of you.

"That so? I find myself thinking all the time! So I can tell--just by look on person's face--when their thoughts make them sad."

I can see right through your lies is what he's basically saying. Looking up at Simon, you can't help but think that the man is a walking oxymoron. He was always smiling and friendly, yet his large frame made him intimidating--on the other hand, his presence right now brought you an odd sense of comfort. It was the same way you had felt the first time you met him: like he was the one person who, no matter what, you could definitely go to in your time of need. Could this be one of those times?

"I was thinking about how when I--if I ever had to leave this place...how much I'd miss everything and everybody," you confess. It's freeing, being able to voice your concerns. Technically, you weren't revealing anything that you weren't supposed to. Simon wordlessly opens the door to his restaurant, ushering you back inside. It was only a couple minutes after closing, and Denis was still at the bar, wiping down countertops. Your eyes meet for a moment before he simply nods in acknowledgment and returns to his work. Simon gestures for you to sit at the bar and you comply. He leaves you there, disappearing through the door leading to what you presume to be the kitchen.

After a moment, he returns, holding a cup of steaming hot tea. You recognize it as the same tea you regularly enjoyed with the van gang. The tension in your shoulders seems to wash away as you take a long sip of the steaming liquid. The others always complained about it being painfully hot, but you found the heat to be pleasant. Taking a break from the tea, you watch as Simon hums and taps his chin, obviously pondering something. After a moment, he has a noticeable epiphany, snapping his fingers in a 'eureka' moment. Pointing at you, he excitedly imparts his own words of wisdom.

"Never leave!"

You can only continue to stare at him, your blinking lids suddenly feeling heavier as you process what he had said. Never leave...? Your chuckle sounds more bitter than you intend it to be. "Of course, if it worked that way, I wouldn't ever leave, Simon--but there's going to be a time where I have to."

"Yes, of course, there may be time when you want to leave, but you just wait for that time to come!" You don't know if it's the language barrier or the sheer naivete of the statement, but you are thoroughly confused. You look over at Denis, who returns your gaze. However, he only shrugs and continues cleaning.

"W-Well, that'd be nice if I had the choice but--there are other factors...there are reasons...why I would have to leave." It's very hard to explain without sharing too much. At this point, it was becoming a little too obvious that this situation wasn't entirely hypothetical. Simon's smile suddenly drops. He doesn't look angry or discontented per se, but he talks slowly, his next words carrying a great weight.

"Other factors is correct--but nothing can force you--not if you don't want to."

You have no response to that. No rebuttal or explanation for how that was obviously not the right answer. You could only sit there, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He was telling you to disobey your father. Not word for word, but that was the advice he was giving you. To go against Father's wishes--that would be ridiculous. Of course, he couldn't force you, but he never would! He had done so much for you, always holding your best interest at heart.

"Only you know what's best for you." The voice is foreign and you look around the room to find where it came from. You're surprised to find that it was the usually silent Denis. His gaze is the same, stern and tired, but it's trained so intently on you in a way it had never been before. "Others may think they know what's best, or act like they know what's best, but you're the only one who can truly make that decision."

His Japanese was clearer than Simon's. You wonder what time he had to practice, considering he had rarely spoken as far as you knew. Your gaze switched between the two of them, noting how they seemed to have the same opinion on the matter. It was a really headstrong conclusion to make: no one, not even your father, had the right to force you out of something that was good for you. All you had been taught growing up was to be obedient and respectful, namely to your father. When he told you to do something, anything otherwise hadn't even been considered an option. In fact, you don't recall ever receiving any form of punishment.

Maybe...just this once...he would be understanding? He was always so kind to you...he would respect your wishes, wouldn't he? If you explained how much this city meant to you--and you were willing to compromise! Maybe if you left for a brief period and came back, or if you could at least keep in contact with your friends and let them know where you were. You felt as though a physical weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. The whole day, you had felt so hopeless, but there was hope! All you had to do was speak up for yourself a little bit!

When you try to pay for the tea before leaving, Simon refuses the payment, claiming that it was a "Regular's Special" or something. Choosing not to argue, you thank the two men and say your goodbyes. As you walk through the plaza, you can't help but notice how much emptier it is than normal. People must have decided to stay indoors in response to all of the Slasher attacks. Due to the prolonged time spent at Russia's Sushi, you were cutting it a little close between your visit to Anri's and the boarding time for your flight.

If you called him right now, would he let you miss the flight? Would you be able to head to Anri's, tell the whole funny story, and laugh it off? Would you be able to stay here longer? You stare at your phone in your hand, dreading the moment you would have to press that 'call' button. Father had never been angry with you. The way he had spoken this morning was truly the shortest he had ever been. Perhaps he was just in a bad mood at the time. Now that he'd had the whole day to wake up, he'd be more pleasant, like he always was. He would understand. He would understand. He would understand.

"Dr. Brigall speaking."

You had called him without even realizing it. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you raise the phone to your ear.

"F-Father! This is (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)," you swear you could hear a sigh, but it could have just been background noise. "Something the matter? The time to board your flight is approaching. On your way to the airport, I presume?"

"N-No, not ye--no, I'm not." Trying to correctly place your words is excruciating and your stuttering all over the place. You had hoped he would've returned to his warmer demeanor, but it was actually making the deed harder.

"Well, why would that be? Punctuality is very important, you wouldn't want to keep everyone on the plane waiting, would you?"

"Father, I've had such a great time here. I've made so many friends and already progressed so much in my studies!"

"That's great to hear. I'm glad you benefited from this in some way before you had to return home." You realize that he's not getting the point; that you would have to state it explicitly.

"Exactly! So...imagine how much I could benefit from staying here the whole year, like we had originally planned!"

"...(Y/N), I hope you're not trying to do what I think you're doing. I thought I made myself very clear this morning. You are going to be on that flight." You can already hear how his tone is starting to shift, mimicking that same strict attitude from this morning.

"I-I understand that you think this is what's best for me, but I think this is what's best for me! Staying here, and building more relationships, and--" Now that you've started, you can't stop. You could convince him, you could make him understand.

"(Y/N), I won't repeat myself--"

"--and developing my studies and--!"

"YOUNG LADY, YOU WILL OBEY ME THIS INSTANT!"

All the breath seems to leave your body. Had your grip on your phone not tightened, you almost would have dropped it. You stand alone, under the illumination of a single streetlight. Father had raised his voice at you. He had gotten angry at you so quickly. The way your throat clenches, it feels as though you're choking on air. Your father is silent, save for the sound of labored breathing. It seems as though neither of you could muster up something to say.

"...(Y/N)?" "Y-yes, sir?" "I'm sorry...head back to the apartment, okay?" Your previously stopped heart begins to beat again as you understand the implications of his statement. The apartment, not the airport. "You've grown up so much, I trust you to make the right choices for yourself."

So immediately after his outburst, the change in tone gave you whiplash. His voice is tender, the way he always speaks to you, but it wasn't anywhere near as comforting. Had it just been a moment of a lost temper? He says 'I love you' and you're still too choked up to answer. After a pause, there's a click and a monotone, signaling that he hung up.

Your hand falls from your ear to your side, keeping a limp grip on the phone. You lean against the stone wall beside you in an attempt to recompose yourself. It had worked, you guess, he had allowed you to stay. That didn't stop your mind from reeling at the sheer animosity that had taken over his voice. It was hostile, almost animalistic how he had yelled.

Scanning your surroundings, you realize that you had strayed far off of your path. The phone call must have distracted you so much, you began to wander aimlessly. You let out a tired sigh, beginning to type your address into your GPS.

"Well, well, well, boys! Looks like we've got a stray kitten here, all alone!"

The voice is masculine, and forcibly so--like that of a high schooler trying to deepen his timbre. You're afraid to look up from your phone. You mentally weighed the possibility of them talking about an actual kitten--or at least just leaving you alone if you ignored them. However, the sound of metal tapping against the wall you were leaning on, inches from your head no less, dispelled every bit of that possibility.

There are three of them, all varying in body shapes. It was almost comedic how drastically they contrasted one another in height, size, and even hair color. One trait that united them, however, were the bright accents of yellow decorating each of their persons. Gang members. The source of the tapping, you notice, was the metal crowbar in the hands of the shortest member. He's sneering at you in a predatory manner that makes you want to go take a shower. The one who had been talking wasn't him, but the lean blonde. He's way older than his voice implies. He couldn't have been that much older than you, but his jagged features and sunken eyes did little to boost his youth.

He stands closest to you, eyes scanning your frame. You say nothing, cautiously awaiting whatever it is that they wanted from you. In response to your silence, the blonde grunts in confusion, his smirk falling. "What, nothing to say? Eh, that's alright. I'll do most of the talking."

You absolutely despised how much he was invading your personal space. The sensation of his breath fanning against your skin had you clenching your fists. You're only half-listening to what he's saying, zeroing in on the two men behind him in hopes of finding a way out.

"...and no need to introduce yourself. I know exactly who you are...I gotta say, Heiwajima's got pretty good taste in women." At that, your focus snaps back to him immediately. What on earth did he mean by that?

"Yo Horada, you sure about this? That dude's gonna be pissed if we fuck with his girl." The tallest of them, a brawny, tan man whispers into 'Horada's' ear. He didn't do that good of a job of keeping his voice down, though. Horada swats the man's face with the back of his hand.

"Ah, shuddup, willya? That's the point. We throw his girl around a little bit, give 'er a couple of scars. Then he and that pansy colorless gang get the message not to fuck with us."

Your ears are ringing at the word 'scars'. Just what did they want to do to you? Did they really think that you were in a relationship with Shizuo? What did this have to do with the Dollars? A calloused hand runs across your cheek and cradles your chin, mockingly affectionate. You hadn't thought it to be possible, but Horada is even closer now, forcing you to turn your head to the side in an attempt to avoid him.

"'Sides, what kind of man leaves his chick all alone like this? Poor baby, maybe you need a real man to protect ya. Damn, I've always wondered what it's like to be with a forei--!"

You had never punched anyone in your life. As malicious as it sounded, after watching people do it on TV and seeing Shizuo in the act numerous times, you always had an itching inclination to try it. The way he was forcing himself closer to you, saying such awful things, sent that inclination boiling over the edge. Despite being out of practice, the clean contact between your knuckles and his face was immensely satisfying.

His head reels to the side at the force, followed by his neck, his shoulders, his upper body...his legs...his feet...there he goes.

You're shocked at the sight of his entire body flying a few inches. His friends are the same, staring at his crumpled body with gaping mouths. Taking their distraction as an opportunity, you start to book it. However, a large, clammy hand grabs your elbow. You're pulled back into a large, bulky body and you know that it's the tan man. Fight or flight taking over, you reel your free arm forward before elbowing him straight in the ribs. It's a foolish attempt, considering how strong he must be. Your elbow comes in contact with his firm, sturdy torso--and you can feel something snap. Your elbow continues to dig, jabbing into him with little resistance. He let's out a deep grunt and curses.

The grip on your arm loosens. Before you make a break for it, however, you're distracted by the man's coughing fit. He stumbles backward, cradling his chest. After one particularly hard cough, a splash of red appears on the pavement beneath him. Was that....blood...?

It was just you and the man with the crowbar, now, both of you staring at the disarmed forms of the two men. The blonde wasn't moving, most likely unconscious, and it seemed that the tan man was on the way there. Did these guys have health problems or something? Why were they so weak to your feeble attacks?

"You bitch!" The remaining member snaps out of it, waving his crowbar at you threateningly. By the time you've pulled yourself from your thoughts, he's lunging at you. Practically teleporting closer to you in flashes. Your body tenses, scrambling for some sort of counter to the attack, but you're thinking too slowly. The crowbar swings closer and closer to your face, headed for a possibly fatal collision.

However painful that would have been, the sound of metal screeching against metal is pretty excruciating too. The crowbar is suspended in the air, mere centimeters from your face. The one thing keeping it from knocking you out was...a blade? The short man's arms trembled, contrasting the calm, steady hand that brandished the knife.

Your knees give out, sending you falling to the ground. The crowbar clatters to the ground in front of you, discarded by its wielder. You watch as he stumbles away, leaving the other incapacitated members of his posse behind.

"Looks like you've made quite the commotion." The low voice is muffled to your ears, like a phone call cutting in and out. You muster up the effort to look at the person standing above you, your strength rapidly depleting.

It was that same off-putting smile he had worn the first time you saw him. Eyes narrowed, focused so obviously on you that you knew he couldn't have been looking at anyone else. Seeing such a mischievous expression up close, you can't help but remember a familiar face.

That young twin with the glasses, the one who had said such outrageous, perverted things, had smiled at you the same way.

"Do you...by any chance... have a sis..." Your tongue feels like lead in your mouth, just like the rest of your body. You were suddenly so tired.... Technically, it had been a good 48 hours since you had a normal night of sleep. All you can do is watch as your vision flickers out, trained on the darkly dressed, smiling man above you.

That coat did look even nicer up close.

#durarara #durarara x reader #drrr x reader #shizuo heiwajima #shizuo heiwajima x reader #celty sturluson #herculean #kyohei kadota x reader #walker yumasaki x reader #saburo togusa x reader #izaya orihara

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kuramassss · 6 months ago

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So, for make things more easy, im gonna use and let this post for ALL the series, animes, games, etc that i accept a request for, and please let your request here in the comments and not in the Asks, i almost lost some requests because after you awnser, the ask dissapear for you.

This being said, lets go...

Until Dawn (All Characters)

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Resident Evil series (All Characters)

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Overwatch ( All Characters)

And for end the games

Any League of Legends character

Now to the animes:

My Hero Academia

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Durarara!!-----

Naruto----

Bleach-----

Yu-Gi-Oh!----

Fullmetal Achemist-----

Violet evergardeen---

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure---

Pokémon ----

Castlevania ---

Fate----

Now for some random things too:

Chaotic---

Madan Senki Ryukendo---

Kamen Rider Geats--

Kamen Rider Saber---

Tv Series:

Supergirl---

Arrow----

The Flash---

Legends of tomorrow----

Batwoman---

Wandavision---

Loki----

Peacemaker---

The Boys---

Sex Education----

Cartoons:

Regular show ---

Transformers Prime---

And thats it! Im gonna wait for all of you :)

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misc-obeyme · 6 months ago

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Hello hello Would you be offended if I say Oya instead of hello? I want to ask for a drabble of a daredevil, petit mc who rides a motorcycle through the devildom every night, wearing the same outfit of Celty from Durarara. One night finally Satan have the courage to ask to ride behind mc. Mc takes him to a cliffside ride, Satan has to hold on to dear life, because of speed and how fkn cute those cat ears on the helmet. General fluff. If you feel like a bit of smut, that would be nice too. Thanks and I ♥ U 🐆

I must apologize for the extreme delay on this one, 🐆 anon! I would not be offended if you said Oya instead of hello!

I've actually seen Durarara which is saying a lot because there's so much I haven't seen lol. Still it was a long time ago so I had to look up Celty because I forgot about the cat ears on her helmet.

Anyway, this is just a drabble, but I did add some smut at the end. Hopefully it's what you were looking for!

GN!MC x Satan

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: oral (reader receiving)

Satan was highly aware of your tendency to go on late night motorcycle rides. It first registered when he saw you leaving the House of Lamentation wearing all black leather and a bright yellow motorcycle helmet. That alone was intriguing, but the fact that the helmet had cat ears really caught his attention. From that moment on, he noticed when you left the house wearing that outfit. He watched as you drove away, watched when you came back, and debated with himself for months about whether or not he should ask you about it.

In the end, the power of the cat ear helmet was too much for him.

One night, when all of his brothers were otherwise occupied, Satan followed you as you made your way to the foyer. He stopped you just before you went out the door and asked to go with you.

Satan couldn't see your reaction behind the helmet, but you agreed. You gave him a helmet of his own - simple and black - then got onto the motorcycle and patted the small leather seat behind you.

In that moment, Satan realized he hadn't thought this through. Would he even fit? It didn't matter. He couldn't exactly back out now. And the way you had your head cocked while waiting for him made him blush.

Satan put the helmet on and carefully swung his leg over the bike. He positioned himself behind you somewhat stiffly, holding your waist, but not leaning in too close.

You started off slow, driving easily along the neat paved roads of the Devildom. Satan was able to keep himself on the seat while still not clutching onto you too much.

And then you reached a slightly narrower road that went directly uphill. You gave the motorcycle more speed and suddenly Satan found himself wrapping his arms around you.

As the narrow road twisted and turned around a rocky Devildom cliff, Satan pressed himself into you. He found that he was both afraid and exhilarated. There was no doubt that you knew how to handle the motorcycle.

Eventually, you came to the top of the cliff, where you stopped. Satan leaned back just a little and he sucked in a breath when he saw the view you had brought him to.

Satan got off the motorcycle, taking off his helmet so he could talk to you.

"MC," he said immediately. "This place is beautiful."

You put down the kick stand and got off the bike yourself. You didn't remove your helmet, but pushed up the front visor so he could see you. "I thought you might like it," you said.

Satan looked at you standing there beside that motorcycle. The way the lights of the Devildom below you splayed across your body. The cat ears on your now open helmet. The dust of a blush on your cheeks from the adrenaline of riding.

Satan stepped closer, caging you in against the motorcycle with his arms on either side of you. His eyes met yours and he was sure you could see his desperation.

You reached up and took off your own helmet so you could kiss him. His fingers felt across the black bodysuit until he found the top of the zipper at your chin. His tongue tangled with yours as he unzipped the front, pausing just above your belly button.

Satan moved his lips down your neck, your chest, your stomach, falling to his knees as he pulled the zipper down as far as it would go. He had to yank down on the edges of both the suit and your underwear, but he eventually gained access to the part of you he wanted to taste. Your fingers twined in his hair as he put his tongue to use.

Satan would never forget the way you moaned his name there on the cliff side - city lights sprawled out below you, motorcycle holding you up, and the cat ears on your helmet just visible in his periphery.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanfic #obey me smut #obey me satan #om satan #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan x mc #om satan x reader #om satan x mc #request #🐆 anon #misc naughty times #misc writes

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sanjoongie · 1 year ago

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Headless Horseman Biker! Yeosang

🎃Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader (f)

🎃Au: headless horseman au, headless horseman turned nighttime biker loosely based off of durarara's Celty

🎃Trope: fuck buddies

🎃Word Count: 485

🎃Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut

🎃Warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, fingering(f), orgasm denial, begging, dom! Yeosang, sub!reader

🎃Summary: When the headless horseman is your fuck buddy...

🎃Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland : the unholy trinity beta group and besties who would never let a spooky idea get away 🥲🤣

Deciding to run for a courier company during the night owl shift was probably one of the best decisions you had ever made. You loved driving when there were no cars and the city was lit up. But best of all, you loved seeing the urban legend that haunted the streets.

Watching the headless horseman who had now modernized to a motorbike zoom by you, probably off to his latest soul to reap, was one of the most thrilling experiences of your life. You have to say 'one of' because currently you were sitting side saddle on said reapers bike, getting finger fucked by the myth.

Your head was buried in his buff chest covered only in a leather vest, necklaces clinking softly above your head, as he rubbed your clit. "Yeo," You mewled.

Yeosang’s free hand typed quickly on his phone and turned it in front of your face so you could read the text there. You can't cum until you say it!

You whined as you felt your climax build and curl inside your stomach but Yeosang left rubbing your sensitive nub and instead went back to crooking two fingers inside of your swollen and drenched hole, to tab the spongy spot. You swallowed and moaned, humping his hand even though you knew you would get nothing until you said the words he wanted.

"Cuz we're under a lamp, and anyone could view what we're doing parked on the side of the bridge!" You insisted.

Yeosang’s fingers slowly, torturously, pulled out of you. Then, he slowly began to tap his foot on the asphalt. You swallowed loudly. "...I'm sorry, please continue," You said pitifully.

Yeosang’s body moved under you like he was sighing and then his fingers crept over your mound and he began to finger fuck you again. Soon, he had two fingers in you once again, the heel of his calloused, immortal hand grinding into your puffy clit. You knew it was time or you'd start to tear up with the orgasm denial.

Your face burnt up as you whined, "You slay this pussy, Yeo."

His fingers tapped stubbornly and hard on his phone. And?!

"You may reap this pussy any night…sire…" You said huskily.

Yeosang shuddered under you, and then you came undone around his fingers as the final tap against your g-spot had you squirting all over his hand, wrist, and forearm. You tried to squirm away, tried to curl up on yourself, but Yeosang held you firmly with his other hand on your shoulder. And when your climax was slowly throbbing away, he removed his hands and instead hugged you tightly to his chest.

"Yeosang!" You squeaked, the air leaving your lungs quickly.

The headless horseman squeezed you one more time and then let you go. Come on, you should get back to work

You laughed under your breath, snorting quietly. "Yeah, because I was the one that pulled you over," You murmured sarcastically.

Taglist: @hijirikaww @starlitmark @stardragongalaxy @flurrys-creativity @mingsolo @k-pop-ology @pyeonghongrie

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #cultofdionysusnet #ateez smut #guess this spooky bitch cant miss spooktober #kang yeosang smut #atz smut #ღatz #topaz's work #yeosang smut #kang yeosang x reader

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characterreaderwriter · 1 year ago

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Welcome to my Blog!

Hello there! I'm a predominantly Character!Reader writer who will do scenarios, one-shots, fics, and headcannons!

Be Warned; I Write Night Raven College as an actual college so the students are young adults (Ortho is still baby). For MHA, I'm writing AFTER the War where the characters are all Pro Heroes and 18+ so be careful if you don't want spoilers for that.

Fandoms and Characters I Write For

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

The Brothers

Diavolo

Barbatos

Simeon (+ platonic!Luke)

Solomon

Disney's Twisted Wonderland

Heartslabyul

Savanaclaw [My Dorm]

Octavinelle

Scarabia

Pomefiore

Ignihyde (Ortho is Platonic)

Diasomnia

Yuuya Kuroki {Novel Yuu}

Genshin Impact (Children/Teens Are Strictly Platonic)

Aether

Dainsleif

Mondstadt

Liyue

Inazuma

Sumeru [I Don't Write For Dori]

Fontaine

My Hero Academia

Class 1-A [I Don't Write For Mineta]

Hitoshi Shinsou

Shouta Aizawa

Dabi

Tomura Shigaraki

Geten

Eri (Platonic)

Bungou Stray Dogs

The Armed Detective Agency [I Don't Write For The Tanizaki Twins] (Platonic Fukuzawa & Kyōka)

Chuuya Nakahara

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

Nikolai Gogol

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Sigma

Saigiku Jōno

Tetchō Suehiro

Black Butler (Ciel, Finny, Soma & Alois Are Platonic)

Phantomhive Manor

Trancy Manor

Snake

Pluto

Agni

Drossel Keinz

Undertaker

Ash Landers

Honkai Star Rail

Dan Heng

Blade

Caelus

Gepard

Veritas Ratio

Boothill

Aventurine

Sunday

Argenti

Luka

Luocha

Jing Yuan

The Remarried Empress

Navier

Sovieshu (Reactions Only)

Platonic Rashta

Heinley/Heinrey

Kosair

Duke Kaufman

McKenna

Duke Ergi

Beauty and The Beasts (Reader Is Depicted As Beastperson Capable Of Shifting Regardless Of Gender)

Winston

Shuu

Muir

Curtis

Parker

Harvey

Bluepool

Qin

Molly/Jane

Romance In The Beastworld (Same As Beauty and The Beasts)

White King/Bai Di

Frost Cloud/Shuang Yun

Sang Ye

Lin Huanhuan

Inuyasha

Kagome

Sesshōmaru

Koga

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zuko

Mai

Platonic Gaang

Platonic Azula

Stardew Valley

The Bachelors (Platonic Shane)

The Bachelorettes

Durarara!!

Shizuo Heiwajima

Kasuka Heiwajima

Izaya Orihara

Celty Sturluson

Shinra Kishitani

Vorona (Platonic)

Kyōhei Kadota

Walker Yumasaki

Erika Karisawa

Saburo Togusa

Chikage Rokujō

Servamp

Kuro | Sleepy Ash

Mahiru Shirota (Platonic)

Hyde | Lawless

Licht Jekylland Todoroki

Jeje | Doubt-Doubt

Mikuni Alicein

Freya | The Mother

Ildio | World End

Misono Alicein (Platonic)

Snow Lily | All of Love

Tsubaki

Berkia

Sakuya Watanuki (Platonic)

Characters I Write Reader As

Pretty much everyone I write for I'll write the reader as; however, be specific with how you want your request. If you ask for X Character!Reader, it's usually romantic. If you ask for & Character!Reader, it's usually platonic.

I will not write Character!Reader if the character reader is to be based off is a child, i.e. Klee!Reader. If you want Character!Reader to be that specific character, I write them as being an older sibling of that character and having similar characteristics. [This is the only exception I will make as I am a primarily Character!Reader blog]

I will, however, write Character!Reader based off a teenage character, i.e. Crona!Reader; this is strictly platonic.

I write gender-neutral pronouns unless requested otherwise.

I'll also write Character!Reader when the character is from a fandom not listed here, like Chat Noir!Reader (in the context of Reader having the Cat Miraculous). If you're not sure, you can ask; I'm not terribly mean. [If you're interested in Human Sans/Papyrus!Reader, I'm up for writing them as well]

What I Write

Family Bonding

Angst

Fluff

Comfort

SFW

Slightly Suggestive

Same-Sex Relationships

Found Family

Family Feels

Pregnancy

What I DON'T Write

Pedophilia

Yandere

Homophobia

Transphobia

Most Fetishes

Paraphilia

Abuse

Self-Harm

Suicide

NSFW [Originally in DO write but the more I thought about it, the more awkward I felt thinking about it so I'm taking it off the table]

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randoimago · 3 years ago

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Durarara Masterlist

Note:

check the fandom list to see who I write for

Also for some reason links don’t work on the Tumblr app so use your phone’s web browser instead because that seems to work (at least for me it does)

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Akabayashi

Celty Sturluson

Egor

Izaya Orihara

Shiki

Shinra Kishitani

Shizuo Heiwajima

#durarara x reader #shizuo x reader #shizuo heiwajima x reader #celty x reader #egor x reader #haruya shiki x reader #akabayashi x reader #shinra kishitani x reader #celty sturluson x reader #izaya orihara x reader

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madhousefruitcake · 4 years ago

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Deres in the fangame (main characters in the story) by number

Deredere: 5 (two males, three female)

Tsundere: 3 (Both female, one male)

Kuudere: 3 (Two female, one male)

Dandere: 1 (Female)

Yandere: 9 (by default, majority female, three males) 11 (in certain endings, majority female, five males - one bachelor is a yandere on his route regardless of the ending you get)

#durarara #Drrr #shitpost #deres #yandere girl #yandere boy #yandere #dating sim #fangame #what am I doing with my life #everyone in drrr is pretty crazy anyway #Celty is the only sane one in the series #in the fangame there are like...five sane characters including Celty #one of them goes apeshit at one point tho #what can I say I like writing yanderes #especially when I wrote x readers

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thewitchandthebeasthimself · 6 years ago

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Chapter 17

Despite today already being so eventful, my day was not over yet. I still needed to sacrifice Izaya’s soul to Satan and dance in the underworld with his evil minions into the night. Just kidding, but I did have something on my agenda, that being to put up a barrier around my and Shizuo’s apartments.

I reached my house first, eyeing the package that sat in front of my door and the transparent barrier that I had put in place before leaving. I picked up the package addressed to me from a cosplay website, indicating to me that the cosplay outfit that I ordered had came in earlier than I expected. I smiled as I thought about my first cosplay event that was coming up shortly; anticipating the fact that I finally get to enjoy what I love doing most with a group of friends that I actually feel comfortable with. I then closed my eyes, imagined a releasing feeling, and took a deep breath in. On the exhale and with a swipe of my hand, I released the barrier and unlocked my door.

I kicked my shoes off at the door and set my groceries and package down on the kitchen table, keeping in mind what I was planning to do tonight and looking forward to the fact that I will no longer have to put a barrier up everytime I leave my apartment.

I decided to set up my space for the spell ahead of time, moving my coffee table into the center of the room and setting all of my materials for the spell on top of it. I picked up my Book of Shadows and flipped it to the bookmarked page where I had wrote down everything I needed for the spell, checking over it twice to make sure I didn't miss anything.

I suddenly felt the tingle of Shizuo's energy coming towards me. It seemed off to me because he usually texts me before he shows up.

What's going on? I thought as I picked up on his energy coming closer. Buzz words popped in my head to associate the feeling to his energy: hurt, damaged.

Fuck, not again, I thought as I scrambled up and darted out the door. I quickly tiptoed down the steps and turned right into the direction I felt his energy coming from. I finally spotted him, panting and limping down the street into the rainy night, covered almost head to toe in sweat and blood. Whatever tried to kill him this time hit him much harder than the last; his energy was still spiked with anger as he came towards me, his energy also giving off that he was badly hurt and barely hanging onto life. I gasped at the horrific sight, covering my hands over my mouth with shock that he was still alive. His energy quickly faded from his body as he fell to the ground, moving in and out of consciousness. I ran up to him to pick him off the ground.

“What the hell happened?!” I shouted. “How did this happen, why didn't you call the hospital?!”

“Stop!” he yelled back, coughing as blood dripped from his mouth. “Please! You were the closest... to me. I need help… right now.”

“Okay, okay, let me get you into my apartment.” I hastily responded, embarrassed that I immediately bombarded him with questions in his condition. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and rested some of his weight onto me as we hiked up the street to my apartment. I ripped his shirt the rest of the way down, almost retching at what I saw. His entire chest was covered in bloody bullet holes.

“Oh my God, Shizuo… you are covered in bullet holes!” I exclaimed.

“I know… I'm pretty damn lucky to have survived that. I saw... Izaya… and chased after him.” he said between pants. “Then those... Blood fuckers showed up and unloaded... their guns into me.”

“I've gotta call Shinra in for help with this,” I said. “Because this may take more help than what I can give. Give me his number so I can call him.”

“My phone… was smashed.” he said.

“Oh, well I'll call Celty,” I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket with my right hand. I dialed her number, listening to the ring tone. She appeared to pick up on the other end but obviously didn't say anything.

“Celty!” I exclaimed. “We need you and Shirna here ASAP! Shizuo was badly injured by the Blood Diamonds again, and I can only do so much with magic!”

The call suddenly disconnected. I looked down at my phone, instantly receiving a text from Celty saying: [Do whatever you can to keep him alive, I need to pick up Shinra then we'll be over shortly.]

I texted her back: [Will do, thanks again.]

As soon as we reached the stairs, I lost my grip on Shizuo as he fell hard onto the ground, hitting his head on a stair.

“Shit!” I exclaimed as I bent down to try to pick him up.

“It’s okay, I’ll be alright,” he said laboredly. “Just... leave me here.”

“What?” I questioned. “I’m not gonna do that, I’m gonna start a healing spell on you to spare some time before Celty and Shinra get here.” I towered over him as I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath in to prepare for my healing spell. I visualized a life of us together without the constant invasion by Izaya and his goons; a life as stress free as it was before all of this happened. On the exhale, I rose my hands and pressed my palms into his chest, pouring healing energy into him. He closed his eyes, placing his hand on top of mine.

“I’m...I’m done fighting.” he said slowly. “I think… at this point it's my time... He's tried so many times… maybe it's time that i finally gave up… i don't want your life to be any harder… than it already is… and... I don't want you to be sad for me….Thank you, (your name),” he said, looking up and smiling at me. “For everything. For coming here and... being with me.”

As I looked up at him as his energy began to fade. My eyes widened as I immediately understood what was happening.

No, it can't be.

“No-- no,” I stammered, struggling to speak as my mouth caught up with my brain. “No, that's not going to happen, I won't let it.”

“It's okay,” he said between uneven breaths.

“NO!” I screamed, switching to my native language out of fear. “No, you're not doing this to me! You can't! I can’t---Please! You can't leave me!” tears ran down my face as i mustered all of my energy into this spell, pouring every inch of my own into him. “I can't do this without you Shizuo, please, stay with me…”

“(Your name),” he sighed, taking a huge breath in, and exhaling, saying “I….” Suddenly, everything went silent, as if the light inside him went out. A wave of darkness came over me as his energy faded from his body. Nothing i could do was working. I stopped my spell, attempting cpr by pumping his heart then checking to hear his breath. I opened his mouth with my own lips to breathe into his mouth, seeing if i could get him to come back.

“Oh no, no no no please” I cried out. “Shizuo! Why?! God dammit, why?! I asked you to hang on but you wouldn't! Why would you just give up?! On me?! On everyone that cares about you?! Fuck!” I cried, beating on his chest between every sentence “Why…? Dammit where are they?!” I exclaimed as i remembered that Celty and Shinra were supposed to be here. I dialed Celty’s number and called her.

“(Your name)?” Shirna answered.

“Where are you guys?” i said through tears in Japanese. “I think… i think Shizuo just... I couldn’t do anything.”

“Oh! Oh jeez,” Shirna exclaimed. “Hang on, we're almost there, we’re actually going to need to take him to a hospital.”

“Shinra… Celty… I couldn't do it.” I sobbed. “He… he just GAVE UP before i could do anything. I feel so powerless.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Shirna said frantically. “We're going to take him to Nebula, we should be able to revive him there before it's too late, we’re almost there.”

“Okay,” I said, hanging up the phone. I laid my head on his chest, listening for his heartbeat, until I heard the revving of Celty’s horse and felt Shinra’s energy approaching. I looked up to see them riding quickly down the street until they stopped practically beside us on the sidewalk. After Celty and Shinra jumped off of the bike, Shooter transformed in a shadowy, horse drawn carriage as Celty wrapped her shadows around Shizuo’s body to pick him up. She summoned her phone from her sleeve, typed quickly into it with one hand, then showed it to me:

[Go ahead and get in, I’ll set him down on your lap.] She then erased what she wrote and quickly typed: [I promise, everything is going to be fine, Nebula is a very advanced facility, they’ll be able to revive him.]

“I couldn’t do it…” I said. “And I am destined to be a fucking immortal being with all possible knowledge. So how could they do it?”

“Come on, we’re running out of time,” Shinra said as he gently pushed me forward to get into the carriage. I stepped up into the carriage, raising my hands slightly so that Celty could lay his body in the back with me, his head resting in my lap. I played with his hair and kept a hand on his chest for a heartbeat as we rode quickly to Nebula Corp, the hospital that could supposedly revive the dead.

Upon arriving, we stopped at a gate to a huge facility. The gate opened for us automatically, allowing us inside. Once we made it to the entrance of the area, Celty stepped off of the carriage as she wrapped her shadows around Shizuo to pick him up and bring him inside. Once we all stepped off of the carriage, it transformed back into a bike, giving off a short, other wordly snort as it moved up slightly on its own to park alongside the building.

I followed Celty and Shinra into the huge building, stepping inside the brightly lit lobby. The lobby of the facility did not look like a normal hospital lobby; all of the right interior was there but there wasn’t a waiting area, and all of the attendants wore lab coats. I followed them down the hallway past a receptionist’s desk, where the the woman sitting at the desk stood up and bowed to him.

“Good evening, Dr. Kishitani,” she greeted Shinra, then looked to Celty, who carried Shizuo’s body on her shoulder with her shadows wrapped around him for support. Shinra said nothing as we hurriedly stepped past her to an elevator. He swiped his badge in the card slot to the right, then typed in a code on the keypad next to it to access the elevator. We followed in with him as the elevator door closed shut behind us and Shinra pressed a button to go to the 3rd floor.

“I've have been working on something that can bring Shizuo back in case something like this happened,” Shinra began. “It's not exactly finished yet, but we've gotta make it work either way.”

Once we reached the 3rd floor, we came to a waiting room with the same layout as the lobby in the entrance on the ground floor.

“Wait here,” Shinra said as he looked at me. “After Celty brings him in I'll send her back out here to sit with you.”

“Okay,” I said, sulking over to a chair in the waiting room as Shinra and Celty carried Shizuo past two double doors on the right of the receptionist’s desk. I slumped back into the chair, leaning back further to put my hands to my eyes as i continued to process everything that just happened.

Shizuo just… I shuddered at the thought. And… and there was nothing that I could do about it… why couldn’t I? I slumped forward, crossing my arms on my legs and put my head down staying in the position that i was in as i spiraled downward into the grief that I felt.

This is… all my fault. I could have prevented this. I could have saved him, but i didn't…what do i do from here? I can't go back home. How am I going to live without him if whatever Shirna has planned doesn't work? I've never met another man like him. I don't know if I will ever be able to recover from this… Shizuo… I'm sorry...

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I woke up, realizing that I must have fallen asleep when i felt someone place their a hand on my shoulder. I jumped up to the touch, surprised that I didn’t sense this person’s energy, until I looked over to see Celty had sat next to me. I breathed a sigh of relief as I attempted to let go of the anxiety that came from the touch.

“You scared me,” I said.

She typed into her phone and showed it to me, [Sorry, I have good news for you.]

“What’s going on?” I asked. “Are they really gonna save him?”

She typed into her phone again, then held it up, [They were able to bring him back, he’s breathing but he needs to rest. Shirna is running some more tests on him before leaving him here for the night.]

My eyes widened, shocked that they were actually able to bring him back. “Really?! I… I can’t believe it! That’s...that’s insane. I don’t understand but…” I struggled to find the right words to match my emotions. “I… uh... when can I see him?”

[I don’t know yet, Shinra will probably tell you when you can.]

[Right now it's probably best to let him recover.]

“How did they bring him back so fast?” I asked as I thought of the question.

She seemed to show a bit of excitement in her body language as she typed, then showed it to me: [This is an advanced facility that does a lot of research on different types of things. Shinra’s department was developing something just for him in the case that he actually did get into some serious trouble.]

“So what is this magical ‘thing’ that outdid my magick?” I asked, crossing my arms.

[He called it “STEP 2”.]

[It’s a type of gas that they can put on him stimulate his senses and bring him back to the other side.]

“Oh… well… that sounds… nice,” I said, hanging my head. “I'm just..glad he's alive.” Of course I was genuinely happy that he was alive, but I still couldn't help but to feel that I was useless in saving him…

Celty tapped my left shoulder to grab my attention, then typed something into her phone and showed it to me: [Hey, try not to be so hard on yourself.] She erased that then typed: [I know how you're feeling right now.] She seemed to rub her neck as if she were looking for the right words to say. She erased what she just wrote, then typed: [Just be prepared for anything and protect Shizuo as much as you can while he is in recovery. Because Izaya could come for him again at anytime. Shinra doesn't think that the STEP 2 gas could work as effectively again.]

I nodded, then said, “Of course, I won't let anything happen to him this time. I will stay by his side until he is recovered.”

Celty responded: [Good. I'm gonna head home and wait for Shinra to come home, what are you gonna do?]

“I don't know, I guess I'll stay here until i can see him.”

Celty responded: [Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow.]

“Okay,” I replied. She nodded to me, then got up and walked over to the elevator to leave the hospital. Preparing for a long night in the waiting room, I crossed my arms, lowered my head and attempted to take a short nap as I waited to hear back from someone.

#durarara shizuo #shizuo heiwajima #durarara #durarara x2 #shizuo x reader #shizuo #reader #fanfic #durarara fanfiction #trash #bored read #drrr #witch #celty sturluson #durarara celty #shinra kishitani

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cercasinomeworld · 3 years ago

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FAVORITE ANIME AND MANGA SHIPS pt.20

Andy x Fuuko - Undead Unluck

Rip x Latla - Undead Unluck

Shinra Kishitani x Celty Sturluson - Durarara!!

Draken x Emma - Tokyo Revengers (I can't explain how much I love these two. Manga readers SHUT UP!!!)

Takemichi x Hina - Tokyo Revengers

Tatsu x Miku - The Way of the Househusband

Gugu x Rean - Fumetsu no anata e

Vanitas x Jeanne - Vanitas no Carte

Noè x Dominique - Vanitas no Carte

Yakimaru x Fena - Fena: Pirate Princess

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chickensoup-4-mysoul · 2 years ago

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herculean(drrr x f!reader) - chapter 1

chapter 1 - Warm Welcome

synopsis: (Y/N) Brigall. An aspiring fashion student far from home, visiting the rousing Ikebukuro to study the distinguished styles that the city has to offer. It's clear to those around her that she most definitely came to the wrong place.

But unbeknownst to even herself, she's exactly where she's meant to be.

word count: 4,158

A/N: hello! this is actually a story that i have on ao3 under chickensoup4mysoul, i wanted to transfer it to this blog :) i’ll be posting individual/lumped chapters here, but you can find the rest over there!

warnings: minor violence, attempted kidnapping

"i got a taste of the good life, i was feelin' alright and i was in the backseat, it was a long day i was in a taxi on the cross island parkway,, good life - sammy rae & the friends

Despite it being well into the night, the subway was still pretty full. Many men and women returning from a tiring day at work, some preparing for a grueling night shift, others getting ready for a night on the town. Your grip on the pole tightens as everything suddenly skids to a stop, the doors of the small space opening. You are one of the first to leave, itching to free yourself from the tight confines of the train car. After all, you had been crammed into nothing but tight spaces for the past numerous hours; a plane, taxi, busses, and a couple of subway stations. While there had to be a quicker way to complete the journey to Ikebukuro, you didn't mind gaining experience in traveling. If you were going to be living here for a year, you needed to know how to get around!

On the other hand, the presence of just as many people in the station didn't give you much more room to breathe. You know what? You'll get used to it. This is a city! An excited buzz seemed to overtake you at the reminder of where exactly you were.

Ikebukuro. A big city as city-like as cities could get, yet still so underrated where you were from. You had only been familiar with the exact location for a short while before you actually moved there.

Weaving through the labyrinth of individuals, you became increasingly aware of how everyone seemed to blend together. A blur of beige skin tones varying in darkness and lightness, arrays of wardrobes combined into a muted color scheme. You briefly wondered how much you, a visitor, stood out. Perhaps your choice of dress didn't do much to help.

Your platform sandals clicked against the tile of the subway station as you made a beeline for the exit. Of course, comfort was important when traveling, but not at the expense of style. A pair of striped culottes and an adorably lettuce-trimmed tank-top did the trick. A classic juxtaposition of a simply styled intricate pattern and an intricately styled, solid color. With some cute chunky jewelry as accessories, you had put together quite the ensemble for your first night in the bustling city.

Despite the independent course of study you had taken, you couldn't doubt that you had quite the knack for fashion. A knack that you were sure could lead to a wonderful career. The plan was to attend university, solidify your studies, and gain some connections that would kickstart your profession as perhaps a consultant? Designer? However, you decided that before that, you should take a gap year to expand your horizons. After all, you had only explored the world of fashion available at your fingertips through magazines and the internet. Even with your affluence, your father had never found much use in petty vacationing.

Ah, father.

A smile of adoration overtook your face. Your beloved father. A wealthy man who took you under his wing when you were an infant and raised you singlehandedly. Even though his scientific studies greatly pre-occupied him, he always ensured that you were well-taken care of. Even now, as you are so far away, he's providing abundant financial support for your pursuit of your dreams.

So loving, so generous. Your heart swells at the thought.

A pleasant chill racks your body as your skin meets the cool night air. Now this was the feeling that you were looking forward to. While still crowded with life, you now had the beautiful night sky, accentuated by the towering skyline.

The journey to your apartment was a bit of a walk from the subway station. However, you'd be damned if you were going to run straight inside after being couped up for so many hours. Looking at the directions on your phone, you walk away from where it instructs, opting to follow the cluster of light that you hoped was some sort of shopping center.

In terms of cities that never sleep, Ikebukuro gave New York a run for its money. The plaza buzzed with the chatter of numerous conversations. Unlike the subway station, there was thankfully a bit more space as people passed you in different directions. You treat yourself to a short walk, figuring you deserved it. Peeking at different storefronts as you pass, you take note of the places that interest you. A cute bakery, a pet store, a gift shop, and--oooo you would definitely need to explore that clothing store!!

You catch a glimpse of one of the mannequins and your heart has been won. You can already picture a million ways to style those pieces. Although, your wardrobe was extensive enough and you shouldn't waste father's funds...

Aw, what the heck. It was for your studies after all!

You are face to face with what feels like a wall of stone, scarcely cushioned by draping fabric.

"E-excuse me, I'm sorry!" You back up from the wall, looking up to profusely apologize to your victim.

"Is no problem! Place is full of people, best to watch where you are going." He smiles down at you. Far, far down.

Even with such a friendly disposition, there is an obvious aura of power surrounding him. However, any fear you would feel towards him is stifled by his adorable accent. Seems like you weren't the only foreigner after all.

"Of course, you're right. May I ask, would you happen to have been...er... born somewhere else?"

The dark-skinned man beams, seeming proud to answer such an awkward question. "Yes! I come from Russia. You are new face. Not from here either, I am correct?"

You laugh bashfully, discomforted by how seemingly obvious it was. "You caught me! This is my first time in Japan and I'm checking out the area."

"Ah, could not tell! Your Japanese, it is very good. Better than mine."

A sense of pride and relief washes over you. As part of the preparation process to move here, you obviously had to pick up some Japanese lessons. Luckily, you were assigned a great teacher that helped you understand the language. It was one of your main anxieties that you wouldn't be able to communicate with people, but it seems like you're doing better than you had anticipated! You beam gratefully at the man.

He catches you eyeing the flyers he's holding and immediately pushes one into your face. You take it from him, immediately taking note of the words "Russia's Sushi" written crudely in Japanese.

"You are by yourself, yes? I can assure that Russia's Sushi is the best place in town! Good when you are hungry, or when you need help with anything," his demeanor suddenly shifts, his gaze sobering in a matter of seconds, "Anything at all."

"O-oh, thank you! I will definitely visit the next time I'm in the area." You're put off by the abrupt change in atmosphere.

"Soon, da?" Uuuuh, you feel threatened.

"Da! Soon, very soon!" You begin walking, deciding now was the time to continue on your way. "It was nice meeting you!"

It was only after you turned away from his kind smile and wave that you realized you didn't get his name, nor did you give him yours. You shrug it off, deciding not to worry about it. He's always gonna be at the sushi place, isn't he? You could find him later, no problem.

Just a couple more minutes, you promise yourself, as you walk past one last strip of storefronts. As you approach the window of a comic book store, you're startled when the door swings open. Two walking stacks of manga emerge in front of you.

Wait, not manga. Their faces are obscured, but you can identify a woman in a long black dress and a man in a blue hoodie. They each seem to have put too many eggs in one basket, teetering back and forth to handle the weight of towers of books.

"You sure this is all of them, Erika? We had to search every aisle of this place!" the presumed male asks.

"Of course, Yumacchi! All 50 copies of Super Tragic High School Life. Can't believe they tried to hide them."

You feel faintly guilty for eavesdropping on their conversation, but they're walking just ahead of you as you all head in the same direction. As they continue their chatter--sounded like there was some sort of special edition hidden in this series of books and they were deadset on finding it--you notice that their loads are becoming gradually harder to carry, swaying and tilting. Suddenly, the boy moves too sharply, upsetting the balance and causing his stack to tumble over.

Only a few steps behind, you scurry ahead to his side, reaching up and pushing the stack back into place before the damage is done.

"Woah, thanks! That was a close one." The boy's face is still obscured as the he expresses his gratitude.

"No problem, it'd be painful to see so many books in mint-condition be ruined-woah!" You push back another unsteady book with your fingertips, barely reacting in time to catch it. "You wouldn't need help carrying those by any chance, would you?"

Even with their faces covered, the pair turn to each other and seem to engage in some sort of silent communication. After a moment, they turn back to you.

You follow them through the streets of Ikebukuro, having lightened a third of each of their loads. It was a wonder how they were able to find their way around; even with you helping, the stacks still reached the top of their heads.

"Took you guys long enough! And what are you doing with all that crap?"

The presence of a new voice startles you. It was laidback and reminded you of a teenager's, not too different from the youthfulness of your companions'. You must have reached your destination. As Erika(?) explains how hard their escapade was, you hear the sound of a trunk opening before your stack is suddenly taken out of your hands. It was the man (Yumacchi?), who placed it next to the other two stacks they had stored in the back of a van.

Without any books in the way, you see that the man is blonde. It's hard to place how old he really is, his face carrying a youthful gleam, but not completely absent of mischief. His eyes are slanted and there seems to be a mystery as to what color they really are.

"Wha-? Woah!!" As he turned back to face you, his face seemed to light up in surprise.

Nevermind, they are a lovely shade of amber. In a flash, you are face-to-face with the energetic duo. The girl, you notice, wore a black cap over dark, braided hair. Her dark eyes shined with the same excitement as her partner's. They were both cuties, you did admit, but you were more occupied with the invasion of your personal space.

"You're a foreigner!" they exclaim in unison. WOW OKAY was it THAT big of a deal?

"Hey hey, Yumacch! Doesn't she totally give off Michiko vibes?"

"You're absolutely right, Erika! Definitely the same exotic, fashionable vibe..."

You're not sure how you feel about being called "exotic", nor do you have any idea who this "Michiko" character is. Unsure of how to respond to their aggressive advances, you smile bashfully. Their faces are suddenly pulled away from you, a pair of heavy hands yanking them back by the shoulders.

"Hey, knock it off! Quit scarin' people with your crazy talk." Another new voice joins the fray. Gravelly and masculine, and honestly making you feel some type of way.

Your savior is a taller, tan-skinned man. He's dressed unobtrusively, his dark green jacket and jeans doing very little to catch the eye. A beanie cuts off some of his face, but you can still make out intense, dark eyes and a stern expression. Erika immediately whines at him for being no fun. Your ears perk at the name "Dotachin" and you wonder if it's some sort of nickname. A small distance behind him is another man, possibly the owner of the teenager's voice. His brown hair is long in length and he dons a swanky vest on top of a button-up. You muster up a sort of appreciation for his rustic sense of style.

"Sorry about those two. Judging from their pestering, doesn't seem like you’re a friend of theirs."

“Nope! Just a random stranger off of the streets,” you jest, and relish in his apparent amusement at the statement, “I’m (Y/N)! If it hasn’t been made clear, I am visiting from out-of-town. Just arrived in Ikebukuro tonight. You’re...Dotachin, right?”

You are proud of yourself for not bursting out into laughter at the way his face contorts in a matter of seconds. The others do not extend the same courtesy, snickering at his annoyance. You can’t help but notice the glare that he sends Erika.

“Uh...no. Please. Never call me that. Kyohei‘s fine.” His eye seems to twitch for a moment and you feel a little bad. A little. “The two idiots are Walker and Erika. Guy over there is Saburo.”

Ah, so Yumacchi was a nickname as well. The two offenders are currently flipping through the manga, obviously too impatient to hold off their search. Sparing a glance at the blonde, you ponder the Western nature of his name. Erika, seeming to have calmed down, addresses you with a smile.

“So, it’s your first night here, huh? You’ve gotta be crazy to be walking around by yourself,” Erika comments, oblivious to the offensive implication of her words. You shrug, not really blaming her.

“I mean, it’s a big city, so I understand some risks but surely nothing could be any worse than what we deal with back home!” You intend to laugh it off, but the others don’t seem to share the same sentiment.

“You got color gangs back home? Kidnappings down the street?” Saburo remarks from his place against the van.

“A vicious slasher?” Erika chimes in.

“Full-out brawls in the plaza? Oooo, how about a headless rider?” Walker.

Nothing strikes you more than pure bewilderment. Of course, there was a fair share of activity where you grew up, but you were admittedly sheltered from all of it. Seems like there was a lot more to this city than you had initially thought.

“You seem like the kind of person that avoids trouble.” You feel a strong, warm hand on your shoulder and realize that it’s Kyohei’s. He seems to pull it away upon eye contact and you miss it immediately. “As long as you’re smart, you can probably steer clear of all of that.”

You smile and thank him, inwardly relieved that you had found people to tell you all of this.

“Well, I guess I should head home in that case. Wouldn’t wanna run into anything!”

“Where are you staying?” Kyohei asks. You unlock your phone to pull up the location of your apartment. However, you curse at the realization that you had gone very far off-route. Erika and Kyohei peek over your shoulder and notice your dilemma.

“We’ll give you a ride back!” Erika wasn’t offering, but outward stating. Kyohei nodded in agreement and Saburo was already starting the van up again, seemingly unbothered by the task. Welp, no reason to refuse at this point. Not like you were eager to trek back on your own, either.

“Let’s go then, and get out of this damn cold.” Kyohei gestures to the corduroy jacket you had tucked under your arm, “Don’t understand how you can just walk around carrying that jacket like an accessory. How are you not freezing your ass off?”

Compared to the van gang(that’s what you're calling them now, you’ve decided) you’re definitely more scarcely covered in your tank top and sandals. The weather had no bearing on you though, and whatever excruciating cold Kyohei was talking about was just a pleasant chill to you.

Walker and Erika squeeze into the back, reaching back from their seats to search through more copies of the manga. You squeeze in with them, right behind Saburo in the driver's seat. The two otakus are preoccupied, leaving you to engage in small talk with the men in the front.

Kyohei is polite, asking you simple questions about how your traveling went, if you had made any other friends (You hide your grin at the word "other"), and what had brought you to Ikebukuro. You appreciate the effort, answering accordingly and avoiding oversharing. Saburo and Kyohei chuckle at the mention of a really burly, dark-skinned Russian man who, despite his open demeanor, couldn't help but be intimidating.

"Sounds like Simon, alright," Saburo comments.

"No need to worry about him. Dude hates violence. If anything, you'll want him on your side," Kyohei explains.

You hum, fiddling with the folded flier in your pocket. "Is the sushi any good?"

A huff. Probably his attempt at stifling a laugh, whatever it was, you're kind of charmed by it. "It's...good for what you pay for it."

Not exactly the most promising answer, but you'll take it. Price isn't necessarily something you need to worry about, but it seems like the place holds sentimental value. You decide that you would visit, especially if this group seems to frequent the place.

You continue giving Kyohei your life story, explaining your passion for fashion and how you came to Ikebukuro to explore the bold, nuanced styles of the city. You notice Kyohei quirk a brow at this and he even glances back at you.

"'Nuanced', huh? Why not somewhere cozier, like France? That's, like, a capital, right?"

A simper overtakes your lips at his attempt at understanding the topic. "France is overrated. I wanted somewhere where the fashion wasn't necessarily for the sake of fashion, y'know? Like, Saburo didn't wake up this morning and say: 'I'm gonna wear this snazzy vest today, because that's what Sedgwick would have wanted.' He probably just wore it because it was the first thing he spotted in his closet--and that's candid, and that's valid."

"Um...thanks?"

"And that's what makes Ikebukuro such a fashion hotspot!!"

Your rant doesn't stop there, but Kyohei respectfully listens. It's nothing he hasn't experienced with Erika and Walker's manga obsessions or Saburo's Ruri Hijiribe fixation. Still, there was something about your sense of wonder, the many things you seemed to be looking forward to--in Ikebukuro, of all places--that rubbed him the wrong way.

...

"You seem smart, you can probably steer clear of all that." Kyohei grimaces at Erika's embarrassing attempt at an imitation of his voice.

"How macho of you, Kyohei! Sounds like something the wounded warrior hero says to the girl that he secretly harbors feelings for, but doesn’t reveal them to keep her safe!” Even in the small space, Walker still finds a way to gesture in excitement, definitely almost hitting Erika in the face.

“Right?? Dotachin saw a lovely young damsel in distress and knew he had to protect her!”

“Shut up, willya?”

As they drove away from (Y/N)’s dropoff point, the new visitor was still a topic of conversation. Mainly, how “macho hero” Kyohei was towards her. Granted, it wasn't unusual behavior for the man, but the pair of Otakus would not just ignore his acts of chivalry, towards a young woman, no less.

“Hey, Saburo.”

The driver hums, joining Kyohei in blatantly ignoring the foolishness occurring in the seats behind them.

“I’ve heard a lot of things about Ikebukuro, but nothing about it being a fashion hotspot.”

“Yeah, me neither. Sounds like bullshit to me.”

Kyohei stares at the rapidly moving passerby, deep in thought. Whatever this girl was here for, she certainly did not come to the right place. The idea of people so naive walking straight into the ticking time bomb that is Ikebukuro troubled him, and that wasn’t just regarding (Y/N).

He heaved a sigh, dismissing the unnecessarily convoluted thoughts about someone he had just met. It would be fine, he decided. It was just another random citizen, one who didn’t seem like the type to get wrapped up in the sort of trouble that plagues the city.

What’s the worst a fashion student could get sucked into?

...

Besides being stylish, your platform sandals were also the perfect level of comfort for a long day of travel. Even when you were walking for such a long time through the plaza, not once were you complaining about your feet being sore or tired.

Yeah, walking was great! Running? Not so much.

That was the main thought spiraling through your head as you all but sprinted through different alleyways.

You thanked your new friends one last time before sliding out of the vehicle. After they drove off, you turned to look up at your apartment building. However, you immediately noticed something strange.

The structure in front of you was not nearly tall enough to be any sort of apartment. You checked the GPS on your phone and realized that you had gotten off on the wrong side of the street. Looking closer, you could catch a glimpse of a much taller building, a small distance behind the building in front of you. You heave a sigh as you realize how long it would take to reach it.

As you walk down the sidewalk, you notice an opening between two of the buildings. It turns out to be an alleyway, most likely leading to the other side of the street. You turn without hesitation or second-thought, distracted by the c onvenience of the shortcut.

You quickly realize that the alley isn't a straight shoot to the other side and have to turn in a different direction. In an attempt to return to your intended route you turn again. And again. and again.

So it turns out it wasn't just one building standing between you and sweet, sweet relaxation, but actually 2 or 3. Frustration begins to build as you only seem to get more and more lost.

"This is ridiculous, I should be in bed by now! Just how late is it?" You think to yourself, taking a quick break to check the time on your phone.

"Not very smart to be wandering this late at night, is it, young lady?"

It was a wonder how you were able to dodge the bat that was swung in your direction. After that lucky break, you immediately tumbled in another direction, desperate to avoid your assailant. However, as soon as you thought you could shake him off, another man appeared in pursuit of you as well.

"Dammit, she's fast!" You hear from behind you, and you realize that a third has joined the fray.

Your sandals aren't comfortable, no, but they don't deter your speed. The different walls and turns become a blur to you as you sprint past, desperately trying to find a way out of the apparent labyrinth you've walked into.

As you round another corner, you collide with someone else; one of the men that were chasing you. He crumbles to the ground as you stagger backwards, nursing the sting of your forehead. Your back comes in contact with another, small body and a pair of weak arms wrap around you.

"H-Here! She's here!"

The third musketeer appears and your victim, a stout, unkempt man, sluggishly picks himself up from the ground. They are all terribly out of breath, and its pretty obvious that they're out of shape. A tall, lanky man with glasses approaches you, the bat in his hand indicates that he was the one who threw the first blow.

He's seething, infuriated by the chase, his teeth grinding and eyes on fire. He raises the bat and your breath is caught in your throat. The weapon remains suspended in the air, ready to deal damage. After a moment, he deflates, a sinister chuckle seeming to rise from the deepest parts of him.

"You've caused us a lot of trouble, you know that?" The bat falls to his side, he holds out his other hand to the chubby man beside him. You twitch, noticing the quivering frailness of the arms that were locking you in place. The boy holding you couldn't have been much older than you were, of college age.

"Unluckily for you, we're not gonna end it for you so easily." He's been handed a cloth. After watching his friend douse it in liquid from a bottle, you don't want it anywhere near you. "With where you're going? You're gonna wish you'd died here..."

It's so dark now, you can't imagine how late it's gotten. All you can see now are the glints in his glasses, and the cloth descending upon you.

The glints of glasses. The feeling of helplessness. Shrinking under the eyes of someone who has no sympathy for you. Whatever happened to you, it didn't matter to them.

The corner of your mouth twitches. It feels familiar.

That's funny.

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ao3feed-daisuga · 4 years ago

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Spicy Weeb Imagines

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kIKMNA

by Hellacums

imagines for all your favorite anime characters!

instagram: hellacums - it’s where you can talk to me if you have questions or just wanna chat idc

Words: 479, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Hunter X Hunter, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Death Note (Anime & Manga), Death Parade (Anime), Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler, Black Clover - Tabata Yuki (Anime & Manga), 七つの大罪 - 鈴木央 | Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins - Suzuki Nakaba (Anime & Manga), InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, Tokyo Ghoul, Dorohedoro, 悪魔城ドラキュラ | Castlevania Series, Durarara!!, Ao no Exorcist | Blue Exorcist, Bleach, 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End, Haikyuu!!, Naruto, Vampire Knight (Anime & Manga), RWBY, Re:ゼロから始める異世界生活 | Re:Zero Starting Life in Another World (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), Sword Art Online (Anime & Manga), ビースターズ | BEASTARS, Fate/Zero, Assassination Classroom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Hange Zoë, Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Erwin Smith, Jean Kirstein, Sasha Blouse, Uzumaki Naruto, Tsunade (Naruto), Gaara (Naruto), Orochimaru (Naruto), Sai (Naruto), Jiraiya (Naruto), Temari (Naruto), Deidara (Naruto), Sasori (Naruto), Hidan (Naruto), Yahiko (Naruto), Pain (Naruto), Uchiha Sasuke, Hatake Kakashi, Namikaze Minato, Senju Hashirama, Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Itachi, Kaneki Ken | Sasaki Haise, Kirishima Touka, Uta (Tokyo Ghoul), Suzuya Juuzou, Akabane Karma, Korosensei (Assassination Classroom), Karasuma Tadaomi, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Tsukishima Kei, Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi, Kindaichi Yuutarou, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Azumane Asahi, Ennoshita Chikara, Kinoshita Hisashi, Shimizu Kiyoko, Oikawa Tooru, Shibuya (Haikyuu!!), Takeru (Haikyuu!!), Kunimi Akira, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Terushima Yuuji, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Ukai Keishin, Ukai Ikkei, Takeda Kuranosuke, Takeda Ittetsu, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Tendou Satori, Haiba Lev, Shin (Dorohedoro), Noi (Dorohedoro), Nikaido (Dorohedoro), Ebisu (Dorohedoro), Kaiman (Dorohedoro), Hisoka (Hunter X Hunter), Illumi Zoldyck, Feitan (Hunter X Hunter), Kuroro Lucifer | Chrollo Lucifer, Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Machi (Hunter x Hunter), Shizuku (Hunter X Hunter), Shaiapouf (Hunter x Hunter), Orihara Izaya, Heiwajima Shizuo, Ryuugamine Mikado, Kida Masaomi, Sonohara Anri, Celty Sturluson, Kishitani Shinra, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum, L (Death Note), Ryuk (Death Note), Yagami Light, Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus, Undertaker (Kuroshitsuji), Edward Elric, Roy Mustang, Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist), Lust (Fullmetal Alchemist), Greed (Fullmetal Alchemist), Greed (Ling), Ban (Nanatsu no Taizai), Meliodas (Nanatsu no Taizai), Demon King (Nanatsu no Taizai), Gilthunder (Nanatsu no Taizai), Escanor (Nanatsu no Taizai), Diane (Nanatsu no Taizai), Okumura Rin, Okumura Yukio

Relationships: Illumi Zoldyck/Reader, Hisoka/Illumi Zoldyck, Hisoka (Hunter x Hunter)/Reader, Hisoka/Kuroro Lucifer | Chrollo Lucifer, Feitan (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Kuroro Lucifer | Chrollo Lucifer/Reader, Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Leorio Paladiknight/Reader, Pakunoda (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Machi (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Komugi/Meruem, Meruem (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Ging Freecs/Reader, Kaneki Ken | Sasaki Haise/Reader, Honenuki Juuzou/Reader, Kirishima Touka/Reader, Sesshoumaru (InuYasha)/Reader, InuYasha (InuYasha)/Reader, Naraku (InuYasha)/Reader, Miroku (InuYasha)/Reader, Kouga (InuYasha)/Reader, Bankotsu (InuYasha)/Reader, Levi/Eren Yeager, Levi/Erwin Smith, Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin)/Reader, Mikasa Ackerman/Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman/Levi, Mikasa Ackerman & Armin Arlert & Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman/Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman/Reader, Hange Zoë & Reader, Hange Zoë/Reader, Levi/Hange Zoë, Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager, Eren Yeager/Reader, Armin Arlert/Reader, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto/Reader, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Reader, Kirishima Eijirou/Reader, Kaminari Denki/Reader, Sero Hanta/Reader, Tokoyami Fumikage/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Reader, Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Reader, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Reader, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Reader, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul/Reader, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Dabi (My Hero Academia)/Reader, Dabi/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Yaoyorozu Momo/Reader, Jirou Kyouka/Reader, Asui Tsuyu/Reader, Ashido Mina/Reader, Amajiki Tamaki & Reader, Toogata Mirio/Reader, Uraraka Ochako/Reader, Iida Tenya/Reader, Shinsou Hitoshi/Reader, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice/Reader, Toga Himiko/Reader, Sebastian Michaelis/Reader, Claude Faustus/Reader, Ciel Phantomhive/Alois Trancy, Alois Trancy/Reader, Ciel Phantomhive/Reader, Undertaker (Kuroshitsuji)/Reader, Sebastian Michaelis/Undertaker, Meliodas/Reader, Ban (Nanatsu no Taizai)/Reader, Gilthunder/Gowther (Nanatsu no Taizai)/Reader, Uzumaki Naruto/Reader, Gaara (Naruto)/Reader, Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto/Reader, Deidara (Naruto)/Reader, Hidan (Naruto)/Reader, Orochimaru (Naruto)/Reader, Pain (Naruto)/Reader, Uchiha Sasuke/Reader, Orihara Izaya/Reader, Heiwajima Shizuo/Orihara Izaya, Heiwajima Shizuo/Reader, Kida Masaomi/Ryuugamine Mikado, Ryuugamine Mikado & Reader, Okumura Rin/Reader, Okumura Yukio/Reader, Emilia/Natsuki Subaru, Natsuki Subaru/Ram/Rem, Natsuki Subaru/Rem, Natsuki Subaru/Reader, L (Death Note)/Reader, L/Yagami Light, Yagami Light & Reader, Yagami Light/Reader, Ryuk (Death Note)/Reader, Edward Elric/Reader, Greed/Ling Yao, Greed (Ling)/Reader, Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Kageyama Tobio/Reader, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Oikawa Tooru/Reader, Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei/Reader, Sawamura Daichi/Reader, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Sugawara Koushi/Reader, Hinata Shouyou/Reader, Azumane Asahi/Reader, Nishinoya Yuu/Reader, Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Reader, Akaashi Keiji/Reader, Bokuto Koutarou/Reader, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Kuroo Tetsurou/Reader, Kozume Kenma/Reader, Ukai Keishin/Reader, Takeda Ittetsu/Reader, Ushijima Wakatoshi/Reader, Tendou Satori/Reader

Additional Tags: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Alternate Universe

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kIKMNA

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#daisuga #hq

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randoimago · 3 years ago

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Hi, could you please do celty general affection headcanons

FANDOM: Durarara

Character(s): Celty Sturluson

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Absolutely! I love Celty so much!

Celty

Lowkey loves affection so much. She needs lots of affection and reassurance because she's not a monster yet with the police force and Izaya, it's just a lot.

Lots of hearts from her if you press a kiss to the top of her helmet. She knows she can't give you any kisses just yet so you kissing her helmet is super cute and she loves it.

She would be so happy to hold hands with you. Just holding hands on a walk. She’s definitely the type to want to swing your hands back and forth but resists because she doesn’t want to seem too enthusiastic (would love if you started tho)

Hugs you with her shadows. She could hug you herself (and she does) but she loves to just wrap her shadows gently around you.

Loves to do group events with you and have her arms around you or just holding hands. Not too much PDA but she’d still love some affection to let everyone know that you two are happy together.

#durarara x reader #celty sturluson #celty x reader #durarara celty

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thewitchandthebeasthimself · 7 years ago

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The Witch and The Beast Himself: Chapter 13

[So I’ve decided I’m going to end this fanfic at chapter 20 then move on to a brand new Durarara related fanfic. There’s only going to be mentions of Shizuo during these next couple of chapters, but a lott of plot development! Enjoy! <3]

As promised, I was released from the hospital the next day, and I couldn't have been more ecstatic to finally be out of there. Upon leaving the hospital, I made a promise to myself that until Izaya is caught I will not let my guard down and that I will keep barriers up wherever I go until he is dealt with once and for all.

Erika and the van gang, with the exception of Walker, swung by to pick me up from the hospital and took me back to my apartment. Erika talked my ear off almost the whole way there.

“I’m so excited you’re finally out!” She pipped excitedly. “Did ya hear there’s an anime con coming up in the next couple of weeks?”

“No I didn’t,” I said, finally giving her my ears. Anime cons always sounded so exciting here; it’d actually be really fun to go to one. “Where is it going to be?”

“It’s going to be at the Sunshine City Convention Center!” She said excitedly. “You should go with us! Everyone from my cosplay group is going to be there, it’ll be a lot of fun!”

"I’m sure it will be!” I said. “Do you know who you’re going to go as?”

“We decided that we were going to group cosplay as the girls from Angel Beats!” Erika said. “I’m for sure going as Yuri, Kanai wants to go as Yui, Azusa wants to go as Shiina, so… is there anyone from Angel Beats that you wanna cosplay?”

“Is Kanade taken by anyone?” I asked.

“Actually, no she isn’t!” Erika’s jaw seemed to drop as she thought about it. “You’d be so perfect as her, (your name)! You two are actually kind of alike in a way! All you need is her outfit, a wig that matches her hair, and some matching contacts! Oooh this’ll be so exciting!”

“Yeah I can't wait!” I said excitedly with her. “I'll have to order my costume online as soon as I get home, do you think it would be here in time before the con?”

“It should be,” she said.

“Well I am definitely attending this!” I said excitedly. I noticed that Kyohei and Saburo were quiet the entire time I've been in the van with them.

“Hey, you guys have been quiet up there, are you two okay?”

“Yep, we were just letting you have your little nerd fest back there.” Saburo teased.

“So have you thought about how you're going to deal with Izaya yet?” Kyohei asked, changing the conversation.

“We've been brainstorming,” I said.

“Okay,” Kyohei replied, resting his elbow on the window as we rode to my apartment. “What exactly is he planning? Why did he even attack you in the first place?”

“Celty still thinks its because of my relationship with Shizuo,” I stated. “So now that he sees him happy, he can't stand it; so he's going after the both of us.”

“Ugh, this is pointless, Izaya.” he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “Well, you already know that if you need help from us then you can call Erika.”

“Yep I do, you guys are awesome,” I said thankfully.

“Heh no problem at all.” he said. We came to a stop as we pulled up to my apartment.

“Off ya go!” Saburo said as he parked.

“You gonna be alright by yourself in there?” Kyohei said as I got out of the van.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I said as he rolled down his window to talk to me. “I’m probably gonna see if I could go work for a bit, I need the money.”

“We thought you lost your job.” Erika said out of the open van door.

“No, Shizuo went up to my job and told them what happened, and apparently they told him that I can return to work when I felt better.” I said.

“Oh okay, well we’ll come by sometime!” Erika clapped her hands together. “Also, don’t forget to order your costume for the anime con!” she said as she shut the van door.

“We’re gonna head out, be careful out there, okay?” Kyohei warned.

I nodded to him and waved before they drove off. Something did seem a bit off about him as he spoke to me, so I gave it some thought on the way up the steps to my apartment. I noticed that his energy gave off a genuine concern for me. I didn’t notice it before but he also gave off an energy to me that he had had a very recent incident that shaped him into who he is now, a more kind and caring soul that seeks to help others through their troubles much like he himself had experienced in the past. I wonder if…

...Car accident ... the buzzwords rang through my head as I thought about what that could’ve been.

Huh, my intuition is never wrong, I thought as I unlocked the door. Maybe he feels like he needs to be a bit more protective over me because he also had a traumatic accident much like I had recently? I guess it made sense for him to be that way. Especially since I’ve heard that he was looked up to by a lot of people here.

I decided not to give it much more thought as I stepped inside of my apartment and locked the door behind me. The place was still kind of a mess because of Izaya’s invasion; some of my books were strewn on the ground, my box of supplies that I kept in my room was drug out into the living room and pilfered through. I sighed as I cleaned up the mess and put everything back in it’s place. I brought a dragonsblood incense into the living room and lit it, sticking the other end into the burner. I breathed in the refreshing smell of the incense, the sensation I felt as I exhaled instantly calming me. Despite the mess in my living room, I didn’t realize how much I missed this place until I stepped through the door and came into contact with the familiar sights and smells of my ingredients, incense, crystals, and herbs. All of these things were my own, and that was not going to change, no matter who tried to invade my personal life.

After cleaning up the mess, I brought my laptop into the living room and set it down on the coffee table so that I could order my Kanade Tachibana outfit, wig, and contacts. I opted for an outfit that was a size bigger than what I’m used to wearing, because I knew it would probably fit me best.

I chuckled to myself as I placed the order for the cosplay set. Who knew that a witch such as myself was also into cosplaying? I guess it would seem a bit odd to some, but for me, this was my chosen lifestyle.

Next, I closed my laptop and brought out some ingredients to prepare my protection spell. I also pulled out my Book of Shadows and pen to aid me in creating the perfect spell to keep out the likes of Izaya.

I flipped through my book to a clean page and wrote in the header, Protection Spell.

Underneath of it, I wrote out some columns geared towards helping me build the spell.

Astral candle:

Day candle:

Moon phase:

Hour:

Intention:

Crystals:

According to the old ways, how you used each of these columns are very important when it came to spell building. “Astral candle” is a candle that I will associate to the target’s star sign.

Now that I thought about it, I never got to know him well enough to even know what his birthday is. I picked up my phone to text Celty,

[ Hey, I know this might be weird, but would you happen to know what Izaya’s birthday is? I’m preparing a spell.]

I waited a few moments before she texted me back, saying,

[Shinra might know, let me ask him.]

I set my phone down so continue building the spell. “Day candle” is the day of the week that would be best to perform this spell on and an associated candle color. I had a whole list written down in my Book of Shadows that allowed me to easily look this up. After finding the direct association, I found that this spell would best be performed on a Tuesday and its color association would be red. I flipped to the page I was writing my spell down on and wrote Tuesday (red) next to “day candle:”. I felt a buzz come from my phone to see the text back from Celty:

[ Shinra said it’s May 4th.]

[ Okay thanks, I’ll explain what I’m doing the next time I see you. ]

[ Just be careful. ] Celty texted back.

I set the phone down so that I could finish preparing the spell. Celty just told me that Izaya’s birthday is on May 4th, meaning that he is a Taurus. I found in my Book of Shadows that the astral candle I would pick for him would be a red candle. I made note of this next to “astral candle:”. Next to “moon phase:”, I wrote “waning”, meaning that I would perform this spell on a waning moon phase, because waning moon phases are best for performing protection spells or spells where you are trying to get closure on something big.

I found that the best time of the day to perform this spell would be at 10 P.M. because that time would best be suited for my intention. I noted that next to “Hour:”. For my intention, I wrote, “Protection from Izaya Orihara, no matter where this spell is cast”. And finally, after skimming through one of my crystal books, I wrote down “smokey quartz”, “amethyst”, and “obsidian” next to “crystals;”. I figured it’d probably best to go ahead and prepare the written part of the spell next, but then decided against it since I’ve been great at coming up with the words in the midst of performing a spell. I looked over what I had written, marked the page by bending the top left corner of the page down, then closed the book. I took a breath out, relieved the building part of the spell is over. For me, preparing the spell is usually the most time consuming part of spell working, but proves to be very effective if I plan out what I’m going to do before I do it.

I set my books down on the coffee table next to my laptop and went into my room to change into my work clothes.

Hopefully they’ll let me back in since I was gone for so long , I thought. I grabbed my keys, walked out the front door and closed it behind me, locking it. For extra, but temporary protection, I took a deep breath in, imagined the color red and a shield over my door. I let it out, allowing the image I seen in my head to manifest in front of me. A transparent shield covered the front door of my apartment, which will hold until I return from work.

After shielding my front door, I felt a familiar suppressed energy to my left. I look over to find Anri coming out of her apartment too. She wore her black hoodie dress that showed off her surprisingly curvy figure rather well.

“Oh hey, Anri,” I smiled. She turned to face me, her eyes widening.

“(your name)!” Anri gasped, “When did you get out of the hospital?”

“Today, actually,” I said.

“Really? And you’re going to work? Shouldn’t you stay home?”

“I mean, I feel fine right now so I figured I should go work for a bit to catch up on rent and what not.” I said, rubbing my left side where I was stabbed. It only seemed to hurt whenever I made sudden sharp movements, which I decided that I would be careful on.

“Okay, if you think you’re okay then go for it.” Anri shrugged. “Well, I have to go, I’ll talk to you later.” She bowed to me then walked past me down the steps.

“See ya.” I walked down the steps behind her to head off to work. As she began to turn in the opposite direction that I was going, I suddenly remembered about the day I was stabbed, the shadowy figure that attacked Izaya, and how Shizuo referred to it as “Saika girl”.

If she isn’t too busy I should probably ask her about it before she takes off, I thought.

“Hey Anri!” I called out to her.

She turned around to look at me. “Hmm?”

“Are you super busy?”

“Well I was going to go meet up with one of my friends, but that’s not too important at the moment, I guess, What is it?”

“I need to talk to you about something, would you mind to walk with me to work? I’ll make you a free coffee.”

“Um okay, sure,” She walked up to me and fell in step with me as we walked down our quiet street to the coffee shop.

“So what is it?” Anri asked.

“I’m just curious about something.” I began. “Shizuo called you ‘Saika girl’ and said that you were the one that stopped Izaya the day he stabbed me, do you have any idea what that means?”

“Oh, ummm…” She appeared hesitant to answer me, and upon asking her I thought I could sense a… very… hungry, evil, and obsessive energy coming off of her. It felt very strange since she normally somehow suppresses her energy; it's almost as if it decided to seep through for a split second upon my questioning. Is this why she does so? I honestly can’t ever imagine her being associated to the energy I just felt.

I heard her grunt, but she didn’t answer my question.

“Anri? Are you hiding something? Something… unnatural?”

She hung her head down slightly and frowned as we walked, as if she felt ashamed and embarrassed.

“If you are, its okay. I could feel it, and I can understand why you don’t want anyone knowing about it.”

She remained unresponsive. I felt kind of horrible, as if I were interrogating her.

“I’m sorry, if you don’t want to talk about it then I understand. If it makes you feel any better, I’m not exactly a human either.” I leaned in towards her to half-whisper, “I’m a witch.”

I caught her eyes widen at my revelation, but she still did not look up or ask about it. Unsure of what to do, I moved back from her and said, “I know it may not seem like it since I got myself stabbed, but this is who I’ve been since I was a little girl. I could demonstrate some of my power, but I’ve already had enough suspicion of that online.”

“I know what you are.” She said hastily as she finally spoke.

“You what?” I looked up, confused, “How?”

“Saika told me when it had first sensed you,” she looked up at me to finally meet my gaze. “One of the reasons I brought you cookies that day was because Saika and I were curious of you. ”

“Oh,” I said, slightly confused. “So what exactly is Saika then? Is it, like, a voice in your head or something? I can tell that it’s very strong and that you have to keep it suppressed.”

“You’re right,” Anri said. She looked down as she held up her hand. Suddenly, it appeared as if the tip of a blade flew up out of the palm her hand. The blade that she showed me had a very distinct silver glow to it, just like the shadowy figure had. The blade literally had its own red aura.

“Whoa!” I said, a bit taken back. So it was her! I was fascinated by her strange power, but something else had also came to mind upon seeing it.

“Wait a minute, that blade kind of tiny. The figure that I seen that night had a whole katana.”

“This is it,” she said. “This is only a piece of it so that I could show it to you. This is a demon blade called Saika.” The blade then seeped back into the palm of her hand as she put her hand down. “It has an obsession with loving the human race. Where we express our fondness through words and actions such as hugging or kissing, it can’t love like us because it is a sword, so it loves by cutting humans and making them it’s ‘children’. The way it does so is that it cuts someone it possesses it like a host, making them have glowing red eyes while under its possession and making them slash others to create other smaller saikas.

“There are a few others like me that can keep Saika from taking over our bodies, but for others no so much,” she continued. “I’ve met a girl that was driven crazy by Saika’s influence. And I’ve met a woman that was able to modify her Saika.”

“Oh wow, that’s… that’s kind of scary, but kind of cool.” I said. “Have you considered having it removed?”

“I can’t,” she said. “If it weren’t for Saika, I wouldn’t be alive right now. I am repaying my debt to it by allowing it to live inside of me, but not allowing it to take over my body.”

“Oh okay, I see, so you’ve made kind of a pact with it.”

She nodded. We stopped outside of the coffee shop to finish our conversation.

“Okay,” I said. “Well, I just wanted to say thanks for attacking Izaya before he got away with some of my blood on his knife. Not like he really knew how to use it to begin with.” I smirked.

She made a small laugh as well. “Yeah. And its no problem, I’m sure you would’ve done the same for me if the roles were reversed.”

“Yep.” I opened the door and allowed her to walk past me then stepped into the shop myself to begin working.

#drrr #drrrx2 #durarara #durarara fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #shizuo heiwajima #durarara shizuo #izaya orihara #erika karisawa #kyohei kadota #durarara celty #celty sturluson #shizuo x reader #saburo togusa #anri sonohara #spellwork #magic

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chickensoup-4-mysoul · 2 months ago

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herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 34

chapter 34 - found

synopsis: you're home.

word count: 4,856

warnings:

“i may never ever rise above you i may stumble as i lose my way i may never find the words to tell you oh, believe me oh my heart, i want you to be strong, i need you to be all i believe in,, all i believe in - the magic numbers

It’s…oddly warm.

Not the blistering kind of warmth that stings your skin, or the thick and sweltering warmth that conjures sweat from your brow. A gentle, comforting warmth--paired with softness. It surrounds you, but doesn’t suffocate. A contented sigh brushes past your lower lip. Your body burrows deeper into the feeling, relishing in silky cotton.

Cotton…?

Awareness slowly catches up with the sensation, struggling to put any puzzle pieces together. Most of your fuzzy consciousness continues to seek comfort over comprehension. However, the fuzziness is fleeting--chased away by your gradually sharpening senses.

The feeling of cushion goes hand in hand with the smell of linen, fresh and warm. You’re suddenly aware of your own tongue, pressed against the roof of your mouth. As it runs against your bottom teeth, the stale and cottony flavor almost makes you grimace.

A soft rustling pulls you outward. It could almost be from your shifting, but it’s too far away--that is, until it grows closer. A tinny clattering, like metal against metal. A soft exhale--a human sound. The clattering resounds once more, this time uncomfortably close to your ears.

The indignant noise rises from you involuntarily. A sharp breath follows closely after it--once again, not from you. You register the tension between your knit brows. Underneath, your eyelids begin to flutter, claiming sight as the final piece of the puzzle.

An array of warm neutrals blur together. The abstract sight is almost pleasant. Calming. A tilt of your head fills the picture with bright white. It makes you squint, stark against the muddy colors. The blob of white fluctuates, oddly unable to keep still. You blink once. Twice. Three times, trying to will the obtrusion out of your peaceful picture.

“....ou’re…wake!”

The sound startles you awake as if you’d been dropped into ice water. Suddenly, all of the warm blurs become sharp and bright. Too bright. The stark white takes the specific shape of long arms and lanky torso. You look up and see a mop of mousy hair atop a pair of black frames.

Your heart begins pounding and your brain moves too slowly to understand why. A cry tries to tumble out of you, but dies in your crackled throat. You don’t realize you’ve been lying down until your torso shoots up, abandoning cotton and comfort.

A dull throbbing echoes through your head, immediately punishing you for the sudden movement. You hiss, hands flying up to cradle your temples. There’s a pressure on your shoulders, willing you to lie back down. You start to panic again, until you further register the touch. It’s gentle, executed by lithe, cautious hands.

“Woah, easy…you oughta be gentle with yourself right now.”

The voice that had so quickly roused you now mirrored the touch that accompanied it. Light. Soothing.

Under the mop of hair, you see gray eyes. Under the black frames, you see a pacifying smile. A lab coat. A blue necktie.

“Shinra…?” Your voice is weak from lack of use, but the gleam of recognition in the man’s eyes indicates that he heard you.

“Ah good, looks like your memory’s in one piece! At least of me…Hold on while I grab Celty.”

You stare at the man’s retreating back before your gaze drifts up to the ceiling. The color was very familiar, but you’re not sure where you’d seen it before. You glance to your right at the nightstand beside you. A tray occupies the space, piled with various items. You can only point out a few folded cloths, a thermometer, and two glasses of water. Right beside it, a small picture frame is perched on the corner.

Shinra beams at you from behind the frame, shadows wrapped around him as Celty stands in the background, arms crossed shyly.

You could only surmise that this was a room within their home.

That’s right, Shinra and Celty…your friends. Er, acquaintances. The former, an acquaintance, and the latter, a friend. Shinra was plenty nice, but you weren’t quite as close to him as your other friends.

As your train of thought continues, a foreboding feeling creeps up the back of your neck.

Other friends.

Something invisible looms over you, and you can’t help but feel like you’re missing something. You squint your eyes again, willing yourself to think just a little more clearly.

Why am I here again?

The nagging feeling grows stronger.

How did I even get here?

You barely notice the door opening again.

What hap…

It’s the sight of Celty’s bright yellow helmet that slams you fully into reality. You slowly sit up, eyes wide and jaw gaping. Clarity floods your brain in the form of memories and snapshots. Izaya’s apartment. Your apartment. Your father…your captor. The rooftop. Hoisting him into the night sky. Your friends watching.

The mattress sinks a little beside you. A bright screen appears in your vision, and it takes you a few bewildered blinks before you can read it.

“How are you feeling?”

The words ground you before your mind can spiral too far out of proportion. Your eyes move to Celty, catching your reflection in the glass of her helmet. Your lips twitch with the impulse to answer, but something holds you back. Celty pulls the screen back, quickly typing something else.

“That’s okay, I’m sure you're tired. Shinra’s gonna check on you for a bit, okay?”

You glance at Shinra, who seems to take it as a signal. He grabs a few things from the tray beside you and approaches the bed. You notice, gratefully, that he doesn’t join Celty in sitting next to you. The doctor only leans forward, prompting you to take a thermometer between your lips. Leaving the gadget in your mouth, he flashes a small light into your left, then right eye. He removes the thermometer and places a stethoscope on your chest in one swift motion. You plainly comply with each little test.

“She’s looking pretty good!” Shinra happily reassures Celty, more concerned with her peace of mind than yours. Celty’s shoulders drop in relief. Another message appears before you.

“Thank goodness. The others will be glad to know you’re okay.”

The words briefly confuse you, and then you notice it. Quiet murmurs, dampened by the closed door. It had to be several different voices. They were out there. Unease swirls in your stomach. Celty seems to notice immediately.

“I won’t tell them you’re awake yet. Not until you’re ready. But they’ll be happy to see you. I know I am.”

“Celty even took it upon herself to get you cleaned up and into some comfy clothes! Don’t worry, I didn’t peek or anything…I’m more into the pale and headless typ--”

Shinra’s face is overtaken by pure blackness. Through strands of shadows, you can still make out the crooked smile and amused flush on his face. Celty stands and slugs the man’s shoulder.

The corners of your mouth turn upward, a small huff of laughter sneaking through without your permission. The sound instantly draws their attention back to you. Your lips snap shut into a thin line. You stare down at the duvet as embarrassment warms your face. A light weight on your shoulder pulls you from your internal scolding.

Celty’s touch is soft against your clothed skin.

“We’ll leave you alone for now. Just call for us if you need anything.”

She watches you take in the message. Pulling the screen back to her chest, she briefly considers something. She decisively produces another message.

“You’re going to be okay. We’re all on your side, no matter what.”

Once she’s sure you’ve finished reading, she beckons for Shinra to follow her. You want to respond so, so badly. Tell them thank you, ask them to stay--but you can’t find the courage. Their forms disappear, the door shutting softly behind them.

It’s instantly worse. You’re fully awake and coherent now. You can hear every soft step down the hall and hushed voice in the living room. Longing swirls in the pits of your stomach. Your friends were at an arms reach, after you’d hid from them for so long.

How were you supposed to face them?

Panic and anxiety muddle with the longing--a painful cocktail that steals the breath from your lungs.

How were you supposed to explain everything?

“You’re going to be okay. We’re all on your side, no matter what.”

No matter what.

The words sink deeper into your brain. They slip down to the base of your skull, down your spine. They warm your arms all the way to the tips of your fingers.

I can’t keep doing this.

You force a watery inhale, resolve intermingling with the oxygen. You remember the dreams you’d had. You remember their kind faces and words to match--all a figment of your imagination, yet so tangible. There was no fighting it anymore.

I can’t keep hiding.

You needed them.

I…

Your legs are surprisingly steady underneath you. The softness of the gray rug tickles your feet. It turns into cold tiled floor as you reach for the bedroom door. The click of the door is quiet against the loud pounding in your ears.

I am worth saving.

...

For the first few hours, it had been silent.

The tension was too thick. They could only sit there, staring at each other. More restless ones, like Saburo, would pace around the room, unable to stay still. The patient ones, like Anri, never left their spot, only breaking concentration to spare a hopeful glance at the bedroom door. Shizuo was right in the middle, unable to sit, but never daring to stray from his spot against the wall.

What was there to say? There was so much to process after everything they’d witnessed. Many questions were left unanswered, leaving them with the horror of filling in the blanks. They’re scared. They’re angry. They’re relieved that they found you.

It was Erika who finally broke the silence.

“Saburo, how much gas you got left?”

The man was startled hearing his name after such a long period of silence. He tilted his head at Erika dumbly.

“Uh…”

“There’s gotta be some good takeout nearby.” Saburo straightened with understanding. Everyone stirred, roused by the mention of food. Erika took in the reaction, standing decisively.

“We shouldn’t all starve waiting here, and I’m not gonna make Shinra and Celty cook. We’ll have something ready for (Y/N), too.”

They watched as she picked up her bag and made her way to the door, motioning at Saburo. Suddenly, Mikado stood, quickly following her.

“I-I’ll help, too! It’ll be a lot to carry.” Erika gave him an affirmative nod.

“Here,” Shizuo suddenly said as she passed him. He digs in his pocket before pulling out a clump of bills. The man’s eyes were unreadable through his glasses, but Erika only smiled, accepting the money.

“We’ll be back!” She regarded the room with a secure smile before exiting.

The three returned an hour later, each hauling large paper bags that admittedly smelled divine. Small boxes were slowly arranged across the coffee table, holding a myriad of noodles, rice, vegetables, and meats. Erika took it upon herself to personally hand each person a packet of napkins and chopsticks. Without needing to say it, the woman sternly made it clear that everyone would be eating. Everyone tentatively began to make their selections, unfolding the boxes of their choosing and digging in.

Tension melts from Anri’s shoulders as she chews her first bite. Her anxiety had pulled a blanket over how hungry she was. The girl was not alone, the room slowly filling with the sound of chewing and contented hums and sighs. The takeout boxes rapidly disappeared as everyone had their fill. Mikado leans over the few remaining boxes.

“I hope there’s something here that (Y/N) likes,” he admits quietly. Erika smiles victoriously at him.

“There should be! There’s a good bit of curry left, she’ll love that. I got plenty of fried rice too.”

“Let’s put the rest away, then,” Kyohei nods. “I’m sure she’ll be hungry.”

“Do you think we could make some tea…?” Anri asks no one in particular. She gazes down at her empty to-go box, fiddling with her chopsticks. “I think…she might like some. It’d be nice to have it ready for her.”

“That’s a great idea, Anri.” Mikado reassures her with a smile. It quivers from his nerves, but comes from a genuine place.

“I’m on it!” Shinra sings. Ever the house husband, he’d already begun clearing discarded containers and bags.

The silence had been cracked open with a hammer, the tension dissipating along with it. Unease still bubbled under the surface, but everyone decided to fight through it. You couldn’t wake up to such a heavy atmosphere.

No, you deserved to wake up somewhere safe, and be welcomed with food, tea, and open arms.

Time stretched into the early evening, the group sipping on tea and making small talk. Under different circumstances, it might’ve been a pleasant get together. This group was familiar with each other, but nothing had brought them together in a circumstance like this. The only thing that would make it even better…was your presence.

Celty and Shinra had just returned from their routine check-up. The latter simply says that you’re still resting. The perceptive ones are suspicious of the vague statement, but bite their tongues. Why had Shinra come to get Celty this time? The group makes an effort to be quiet and maintain the peace. However, the murmurs are just loud enough that no one detects the padding of bare feet against the hardwood floor. A dark T-shirt and sweatpants blend in against the neutral tones of the walls.

It’s Shizuo who shifts from his position against the wall. He suddenly becomes alert, crossed arms dropping to his sides. His jaw falls open, eyes trained towards the bedroom where you had laid.

Then Erika notices Shizuo. Following his gaze, she spares a glance over her shoulder. Others then follow suit, looking over their own shoulders or leaning to the side to see what people were looking at.

Despite their previous efforts, the room suddenly goes still.

You shrink as everyone’s eyes fall on you.

“U-um…hey…”

A lump clogs your throat, preventing you from saying anything further. Your hands flex and clench into fists at your sides. Wherever you look, you make eye contact with the next person. You finally decide to stare at the floor, unable to meet anyone’s eyes.

It occurred to you that you probably should have made a plan before bolting out here. What the hell were you supposed to say…? How do you act? Like yourself? Or….

For a moment, you attempt to muster a cheerful smile--a smile that the former you would have. However, it quickly drops, your muscles too weak to hold it up. It feels almost painful. Your heartbeat speeds as you fumble for something to do.

A sudden movement pulls you, and everyone else, out of focus. Anri stands abruptly. You all stare at her as she tiptoes into the kitchen. Her back briefly faces the room before she turns again, holding something hefty in her hands. The girl's face is soft as she tips the kettle towards a small tea cup, filling it to the top.

You take in a sharp breath as she approaches you. A small instinct inside you wants to run away, but you stay planted. Anri holds the tea cup in front of your chest. You stare at it dumbly before realizing she’s offering it to you. You slowly accept it, the porcelain warming the palms of your hands. She doesn’t stop there, looping her hand around your arm and gently guiding you deeper into the living room.

Your heart pounds as you’re forced to come closer to the group. She leads you to the couch, taking a seat and gazing at you expectantly. It’s the last open spot in the living room, and as you gaze at various people standing or sitting on the floor, you wonder if they had left it open for you.

The weight in your chest subsides slightly at the thought. You comply with Anri’s silent request, sitting on the soft cushion. You stare at the cup of tea in your hands. The green liquid swirls against the ivory, sending floral-scented steam into your face. Your hands move on your own, bringing the teacup to your nose and taking a long inhale. The sweet smell calms you further. Your subsequent gulp of the liquid is embarrassingly large, like the last gulp of whiskey after a long night at the bar.

Grounded by the earthy taste, you finally face everyone again. They’re clearly anticipating your words.

“It’s…good to see you…All of you.” The words float from your lips, weightless with the truth that they carried. You see several smiles light up. You soak in each and every one, your fear of eye contact dissipating. It’s the whole group. Anri sits to your right, and Mikado to your left. The van gang sits at the table across from you, Kyohei and Erika seated in scattered chairs, Saburo standing over them, and Walker cross-legged on the floor. Celty sits in the loveseat while Shinra perches beside her on the armrest. Furthest from everyone, Shizuo stands by the wall.

“How are you feeling?” Erika is the first to respond. Her torso is leaned forward, attuned and attentive to you. You don’t know where to start in response to the question--but unlike when Celty had asked, you find it within you to answer.

“Honestly? I’m…a little nervous.” Shitting bricks. “But physically I’m pretty okay. A little groggy.”

They seem pleased with that, but no one says anything else. You can sense it, the overwhelming question hanging in the air. They’re too polite to ask, they care about you too much--you hope. You take another gulp of tea.

“...I owe you all an explanation.”

“You don’t owe us anything.” Kyohei stops you from continuing. Your fingers briefly clench around your coffee cup. “I won’t lie, I’m sure we’re all wondering, but only because we care about you. Your safety is more than enough for us.”

His brazen words bring an embarrassing feeling in your gut. Others nod in agreement.

“If you do explain anything, I’d want it to be so that we can support you.” Erika assents. “You don’t have to tell us if you’re not comfortable.”

Through the embarrassment, you find relief washing over you. They were understanding, of course they were. But…would they be understanding of the whole truth? You shake away the thought, gathering your courage instead.

“I want to tell you. I want you guys to know.” You decide. The declaration hangs in the air. There’s no response, but the others stare at you expectantly. They supportively waited, surrendering their full attention. You map everything out in your head, unsure of where to start. Sifting through all your memories, it feels as though you’re remembering from an omniscient perspective. It feels detached, as if history had occurred to a body that wasn’t your own.

In a way, you guess it had.

“...My name is (Y/N) (L/N).”

There’s no sputter of surprise, or astonished movement. They only wait patiently for you to continue. So, you grant their wish.

You start with what you’re not. You are not Brigall. You’re not 19. You’re not the adopted daughter of a rich scientist. You explain that you were born in America 23 years ago. You grew up there with your mom. As you approach the major turning point of your life, you pause. You almost omit it all together, in fear of how they would react.

“No.” Your eyebrows furrow decisively. “They deserve the truth.”

“I made a huge mistake. I…hurt people.” To finally say the words felt like throwing up. “The damage I did was…irreversible. I’m not proud of it. I ran away from home because of it.”

The words came out vague, but the gravity with which you spoke held many implications. You couldn’t help but search for their reactions. They’re trying to keep them at bay, but the small impulses are there. Kyohei’s brow raises ever so slightly. Saburo’s lips grow a little tighter. Anri’s jaw slackens. Shizuo’s head drops a centimeter. They’ve clearly taken in the information, but the horror and hate that you’re searching for is not there.

You move on to your abduction. How you were hit by a car and woke up in a strange place. A voice had filled the room, explaining that he intended to keep you there for experiments. He’d kept that promise.

“That day…Th-that video of me. It’s real. He did this. For some sick, twisted experiment.” With each word, you become less detached from the memories. A burning nestles into your chest and works its way up to your nostrils, then your eyes. A mixture of anger and sadness manifests in the form of gathered tears, threatening to fall from your lashes. “He fucked with my memories of everything he did to me, molded me into a different person…and I hadn’t even known until that day.”

You furiously rubbed at your eyes. You’re sure you’ve cried in front of some of them before, but it felt inappropriate right now. You wanted to be stronger.

You don’t realize how much you had been squeezing the tea cup until it’s pulled from your hands. Soft, pale fingers take its place, running over your palms. Anri’s body is soft beside yours, pulling you back to Earth. She looks at you reassuringly, thumb rubbing over your knuckles. It occurs to you that, ages ago, the roles had been reversed. The thought brings a weak smile to your face.

“You won’t have to worry about him.” Kyohei says.

When you look at him, you’re surprised to see it: thinly veiled anger. His eyebrows knit together and jaw tight. His sleeve wrinkles under the tight grip of his own arm. The disgust you had previously searched for was now visible on everyone's face, their horrors now confirmed.

“What do you mean…?” You ask him slowly. Then the image flashes through you again. Brigall, hoisted up by his neck, dangling over a fatal height. Horror wracks your body. Your fingers grip Anri’s painfully. “I-I didn’t--!”

“Celty captured you both with her shadows.” Erika dissuades your anxieties quickly. You heave a hefty breath, releasing Anri’s hands.

“We didn’t know what to do with ‘im besides rip ‘im to shreds!” Saburo gripes, fists stuffed into his pockets.

“The idea was really tempting, but we didn’t want to be too rash without knowing the whole story,” Walker explains. “So we brought him back here.”

...

Celty threw several glances back at your sleeping form as Shinra slowly closed the door. He rubbed her back affectionately, leading her down the hall.

“She’ll be okay, Celty, promise. There’s not a scratch on her.” The white lie dances from Shinra’s smiling lips. Technically, the track mark on your neck wasn’t exactly a scratch. You were okay externally, but there was no telling what you had been injected with. Still, he meant it when he said you’d be okay. He’d make sure of it, for Celty.

“Now, what are we gonna do with this guy?” He asks as they enter the living room. Everyone else is already gathered there, huddled around the front atrium. Shinra peeks through numerous limbs and shoulders at the trembling man on the floor. The man reminded him of his father, sickly pale and a little bit greasy.

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Kyohei grumbles.

“You could’ve at least let me and Yumaach at him on the way here,” Erika pouts. She’s crouched down to his level, staring him down inquisitively.

“We don’t like you doing that shit with us around!” Saburo responds.

“Well, how ‘bout I just take him downstairs and kill ‘im!?” Shizuo interjects, shoulders hunched like a true predator. In spite of all the frivolous death threats he’s made before, no one doubted that he truly meant it this time.

“Is that really a good idea, though?” Mikado’s protests are reluctant. “M-Maybe there’s another way…”

“Maybe there is, Mikado!” Shinra’s voice takes everyone off guard. The group parts as he approaches, fully revealing Brigall to him.

Brigall, encaptured mouth to toe by Celty’s shadows, takes in Shinra’s white lab coat. For a moment, his eyes shine hopefully at the prospect of an ally. Shinra bends at the waist to meet his level.

“It’s nice to formally meet you, doctor! My name is Shinra Kishitani.” The hope in Brigall’s eyes quickly dims at the name. “I’m sure you recognize my father’s name. He’s told me so much about you!”

Shinra tauntingly pauses, as if waiting for a response. Obviously, he gets none, thanks to the black gag covering Brigall’s mouth.

“Listen, as a fellow scientist, I’m going to help you out. These guys aren’t feeling too friendly right now…but I’m going to have them let you go!” The bound man perks up at that, hope returning to his face. He nods his head emphatically. “Oh, but we’re going to have to set up a few conditions.”

Everyone watches the exchange with confusion. They bristle at the idea of letting the man go unscathed, but Shinra was clearly hiding something up his sleeve. They allow him to continue.

“You see, my father isn’t the biggest fan of yours. Between you and me, I think it’s because he sees you as a threat, so you should feel flattered. That being said, he’d be more than happy to see you taken down in every way possible.” Shinra straightens, taking the high ground between the two of them. “If he had dirt on you? Let’s say, if he knew you were sneaking around like this behind the board’s back? Man, he’d be all over that!”

The mood of the room shifts quickly. The group begins to understand what Shinra is getting at. This includes Brigall, whose eyes widen in realization. Shinra’s smile suddenly takes a sinister turn. The light catches his glasses, obscuring his eyes.

“They might be understanding if you’d had a finished product to show them…but with the lack of results you’ve got now? There’d be serious consequences. I’m sure you know what I mean.”

...

You can only stare back in shock as they recount the events to you. When they explain what Shinra had done, you turn to him. The man only sits there with a simple smile on his face. You had always sensed something peculiar about him. Admittedly, it distanced you from him in comparison to the others. Of course, the man was capable of pulling off such a clever plan--but to do such a thing for you ? You were indebted to him.

“I told him if I heard any complaint on your part, I’d be running to my dad. I imagine he’ll continue to support you financially, so you’ll be living pretty cozy for a while! As long as you want, of course.” Shinra explains breezily. You catch how Celty places a hand on his forearm, staring up at him with adoration. His smile quirks into a pleased little smirk.

“Wow, I…don’t know what to say.” You immediately scold yourself. “Th-thank you! All of you…so much. I owe you everything.”

“Keep sticking around, and we’ll call it even.” Walker says.

“No more going off the grid.” Saburo adds. Many people hum their approval of the statement. It makes your heart sink a little. You had left them in the dark to worry about you. You were so caught up in your own angst, you hadn’t considered the pain you caused to other people.

Your eyes meet Shizuo’s, as much as they can through his glasses. He had been silent the whole time, but you hadn’t minded. You were just happy that he was there to hear you explain everything. You wondered what he was thinking, how he felt. You’d undoubtedly hurt him too. Yet here they were, welcoming you like nothing had happened. The realization breaks a dam within you.

“I’m not the person you all thought I was…or who I thought I was. I might be a bit different from before, but if you’ll have me,” You choke a little on the words. “Y-you're my friends…! I won’t go anywhere!”

There are too many tears to wipe away, so you just let them fall. With each salty drop, your insides feel lighter. A weight lifts from your shoulders and you feel like you could float away. You had held on to this burden alone for so long. You were finally unloading it, bearing your heart to those you most loved, and feared. Your vision blurs, but you can make out moving figures. Soft warmth envelopes you. You register a black sleeve of Erika’s dress and the blue cuff of Anri’s uniform. You lean into the embrace, switching between wet mutters of ‘sorry’s and ‘thank you’s.

The others look on as the women cradle you affectionately. It’s admittedly awkward to idly stand by such a display, but the discomfort is outweighed by satisfaction and relief.

You’re here. You’re safe.

You’re home.

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