#gnawing my arm off | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

welcometothemaraudersspam · 2 months ago

Text

a walk in october ~ n.k x reader part 2

“die with a smile ~ lady gaga and bruno mars”

volume: ■■■■■■■□

warnings: mentions of blood, cursing, angst

word count: 3k

part 1 here!

｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡

The sound of your body hitting the floor was all Nanami could focus on. His hands tightening their grip on his signature cleaver as he put all of his force on exorcizing the curses in front of him. His adrenaline was at a level it had never been at his mind racing, the grunts leaving their bodies distracting him from dropping everything and coming to your aid.

“Why-”

Slice.

“Won’t-”

Shink.

“You-”

Slice.

“Assholes-”

Shink.

“Die!”

He grunted at every slice, his body moving fluidly avoiding the curses. Their sounds of demise sounded heavenly to his ears. The sensation of something burning his arm brought him back to his senses, taking notice of a giant dark blob of what he assumed was spit burning into his arm. Hissing at the sensation fighting through the pain.

This mission was supposed to be a walk in the park.

Quite literally.

All it took was one slice from Nanami before the curse was gone.

“Well… that was anticlimactic.”

“You can say that again.” He murmured, tucking his knife back into his holder turning to face you. The biggest smile he had seen on you was coating your face, as you practically jumped.

“You know what this means right!”

Nanami knew exactly what this meant.

“Ramen?”

“EXACTLY! Ramen time!” You whooped, your voice carrying throughout the empty park as you lifted both arms for a high five. The blonde could never deny you, sighing in feign annoyance high fiving both of your hands.

Almost as if on cue. The second your hands had touched the pair of you felt a shift in the air.

Cursed energy.

A lot of it.

An unbearing amount of it.

Bodies instinctively turned into defense mode, your hands in formation right under your chest while Nanami had swiftly pulled his blade back out. The only sound you could hear were the sounds of you and Nanami both shuffling your feet into the dirt.

Your arms brushed against his, taking a step forward to take a glimpse in the general area where you could sense the energy coming from.

Letting go of the breath you were holding in, your eyes adjusting to the darkness in no time due to your power. Knowing Nanami couldn’t see anything in front of him, subtly placing yourself halfway in front of him, the blinking eyes of the curses sent chills down your spine.

Cupping your hands together gathering any light coming from the moon above and any light nearby, throwing a multitude of balls of light into the air illuminating the area above you. What Nanami had last expected was to see a fleet of curses standing before him. His grip tightening on the dark wooden hilt, eyes flickering to your tense frame beside him.

At first you thought surely they must be incredibly weak. But upon further glance, you took notice of their different bodies. Cursing to yourself as you adjusted your footing.

“Nanami?”

“Yes?’

“Don’t do anything stupid, Nanami. I won’t hesitate to beat your ass,”

“Don’t worry about me… I won’t let them lay a finger on you.”

Your heart soared at his words, inhaling deeply as you both locked eyes one last time.

Almost like clock work, the curses before you lunged forward. Groans and grunts leaving their disfigured bodies, moving almost as a unit. A smirk made its way onto your face, fingers in position. Idly plucking the air before you like you had done many times before, your lights in the sky from only seconds before shooting thin strings out striking each curse you had set your eyes on.

I’ll let Kento have some fun too.

Opting to give him ⅓ of the curses, bringing yourself into the air with the help of your strings laughing at the sight of them lunging at you.

“Come on you fuckers. Come and get me.” Happily taunting them as you flowed through the air. Eyening Nanami swiftly moving through the curses, a soft hum leaving your lips never taking your eyes off the curses who maneuvered with your every step. Fingers never halting their movements as they ran through the curses.

Binding them.

Slicing them.

Spiking straight through them.

Like a k

Before you could utter another word, you felt something sharp bubbling in your stomach, a grunt leaving your mouth. The pain quickly spread, your skin prickling at the sensation. Looking down at the long metal sheath impaled into your flesh, eyes flickering to look at the person behind you locking eyes with a pair of striking green eyes.

“You’ve got one hell of a mouth on you girl,”

Chuckling darkly behind you yanking the sword out of you quickly, the only thing stopping your wound from gushing now gone. Feeling the warm blood make its way down your torso, hissing at the odd sensation. Idle fingers making quick work to aim your targets at the man who swiftly avoided your hits, his cocky smirk never faltering.

Hit after hit it narrowly missed him.

You couldn’t land a single blow.

Not to sound cocky, but you were strong.

Your abilities were high up there, so if this man was so nonchalant about your attempts you might be fucked.

You hated to admit it, but this man was like no man you had ever seen. Granted.. you’ve never had a man ever make an attempt at your life.

But dear god, even a blind person could see how unbelievably attractive the man smirking at you was. Which just pissed you the hell off even more.

His muscular body and his agility scared you a little, especially since there was not a single ounce of cursed energy emitting from him.

Raw strength?

Fuck. This guy must be undeniably strong.

“I thought you would be able to at least land one good hit. Considering the amount they’ve given me for you.”

A loud grunt left your body as you cupped your hands once more, opting to completely engulf any nearby light.

Buildings.

Signs.

Lamp posts.

You name it. You could blackout the whole city if you willed it.

“But don’t be too offended. You aren’t gifted like me,”

The man before you could sense it too.

“Mm…You won’t get another shot. At least make it worth it.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I figure..since you’ll be dead here shortly... the name’s Toji.” He smirked, peering up at you through his eyelashes. “I kill sorcerers like you.”

The source of light in your hands practically trembled almost out of excitement, willing your senses to feel his presence. Toji just grinned, adjusting his footing pulling out another weapon from the slimy purple worm wrapped around his torso.

“Tch.. good luck.”

A scoff left his lips at your words, an amused glint in his eyes. His fingers twirling his shiny blade around, his stark gaze never faltering from your face.

Your hands trembling from the raw energy in the palm of your hands, an open mouthed smile tugging at your lips. Laughter began to tumble out of your lips catching him off guard, as you threw your head back.

Toji thought you were absolutely insane.

He had never seen someone be this joyful after having been impaled from his sword. His squinted eyes could see the blood seeping through your clothing, dripping onto the ground below you. But you seemed to pay it no mind.

“Toji…”

Kissing your teeth at the sound of his name in your mouth.

“-What a dumbass name.” Lurching forward in the air landing feet first before him, splitting the ball of light in your hand into multiples. Tossing them into the air, landing around him. His newly illuminated face eyed your frame keeping his body moving, circling you. It only took him 2 seconds before he noticed your lights were following behind him, his body stiffening.

“Sear and sore. Moonbeam.” Whispering into your hands sending sparks flying into the air as your strings of light illuminated the night sky, entwining Toji’s startled body. Any time he tried to move any inch of him, he couldn’t.

Your beams had his entire body mapped out.

Head

toe.

Toji grunted to himself, willing himself to try to move without burning his skin. He could feel the heat surrounding him. Nothing but white coated his vision.

“Who sent you?”

Twirling your lights around him, keeping him from being able to slink past. Gaze never faltering.

“Let me go and we’ll talk, doll.” Spitting out into the light, trying to blink away the water pooling in his eyes from how bright everything was.

“You’re in no position to be making demands...”

“Maybe. But if you don’t want to see your precious friend behind me die. I suggest you let me go.” You couldn’t see his body anymore. Trying to catch a glimpse of Nanami without taking your eyes off of him, heart tightening at his words.

A part of you called it a bluff.

But the part of you that was bleeding out, would beg to differ.

Eyes flickering over to where Nanami was gliding through those bodies with ease. Grunts leaving his tall frame.

The smallest part of you was wondering why the tall man hadn’t even bothered to glance at you even once. Unbeknownst to you, the man was practically shitting himself knowing you were fighting him all alone. Trying to fly through these curses, wanting to make his way over to you.

Turning your attention back to the man entrapped in your web.

“Liar.”

“I have no reason to lie to you, doll. His little head would look good on my wall. Don’t you think so?”

“You shut your mouth.”

Fingers never faltered, ensuring he stayed wrapped up. The outline of his body slowly started creeping through your lights.

You could feel him moving in the palm of your hand like a little ant.

“I’m not stressed. I can feel your hold on me loosening. .. you’re losing a lot of blood. I can feel it.”

His words sounded like they were echoing in your brain.

Please…

You couldn't even remember what you were saying please to.

Hold on.

You knew deep down he was right.

Your body was drenched in your own blood. The thick scent of iron infiltrated your nose feeling your legs tremble.

Toji’s outline became more and more prominent as you started to falter due to the blood loss. Eyes attempting to stay awake blinking away the black spots trying to cover your vision. Every ounce of your body was fighting.

Fight.

Come on.

Fight.

“What a shame… you were just beginning to make it interesting.”

His words barely registered in your brain. Voice sounded like you were submerged under water. Vision completely blurry, feeling your body crumple to the ground. Letting out a soft groan, fingers clawing at anything they could find, digging into the moist ground.

Every inch of your body felt numb.

Coughing up what you thought was just spit, the taste of iron coated your tongue. Feeling your blood trickle out of your mouth, face squished against the cold dirt. Your body going in and out of consciousness, trying with all your might to will Nanami to turn around.

Nanami…

Turn around. Nanami… please.

Nanami..

Toji made his way over to you with a smirk on his face. Squatting down to peer down at your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Scoffing at your meak body, going to hoist you over his shoulder before he felt a surge of cursed energy making its way towards him.

An annoyed huff left his lips, opting to cut a lock of your hair to bring back. Tucking your long strand into his pockets, knowing the likelihood of this girl reaching a physician in time would be close to zero. Moving his walking pace into one of a fast run, slinking through the park unnoticed.

SHINK

Nanami glided his blade through the last curse, chest rising up and down heavily, his blonde hair coated in all shades of blood.

His body ached.

Burning from the non stop moving. His body barely registering some of the cuts and burns his body had endured, his worried eyes searching for you. Catching sight of the outline of your body slouched on the ground.

Oh god.

Without another second to waste the tall boy began to make a run for it. His thoughts in shambles as he worried he might have been too late. Kicking his pace into overdrive, approaching your crumpled body. Tossing his blade on the ground beside him sliding his arms under your body hoisting you onto his lap, checking you for any injuries.

Catching sight of the chunk of your stomach missing, cursing to himself as he tugged his uniform top off pressing it onto the never ending stream of blood. His unoccupied fingers quickly pulled his phone out pressing the speed dial.

Rrring-

The phone picked up after a single buzz.

“Soturu-”

“Don’t worry Nanami. We are practically almost there. Try to hold on, okay?” Gojo breathed out into the phone, his worried tone evident. The blonde sighed a sigh of relief tossing his phone onto the ground not bothering to hang up, cradling your head gingerly.

“Open your eyes for me please…”

His eyes never strayed from your face, cupping your cheek with his free hand brushing your hair from your face.

Soft almost inaudible gasps left your lips as you tried to move your eyelids, cracking them slightly with all of the leftover strength you had. Locking eyes with Nanami’s worried brown ones.

“K-kento…”

“You’re okay. I’m right here..”

“I’m sorry… I tried..”

“Sh, it’s okay. Please.. you have no reason to be apologizing.” He chuckled down at you, brushing your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb. A small smile tugged at your lips, wincing at the sensation. “Don’t strain yourself. Just breathe and try to keep yourself alive..”

Nodding gingerly at his words, focusing all of your energy on willing your body to keep breathing.

The sound of something swooshing through the air made Nanami snap his head up, eyes softening at the sight of Gojo rushing Shoko towards your trembling body.

Soturu had never seen Kento so spent.

He could see the anguish in his eyes, the grip on your body tight. Catching sight of the glistening of his teary eyes, clamping his eyes shut.

The sight of his friend holding your nearly dead body was a sight that nearly killed him. His steps never wavered making his way to you as quickly as he could.

Geto had been following close to Gojo, tightening his grip on Rainbow Dragon, catching sight of you and Nanami’s bloodied frames. Clicking at the soaring dragon, the beast circling trying to find a safe place to land.

His patience was wearing thin with how long it was taking him, choosing to jump off the being once he figured it would be a safe enough distance grunting at the hard landing. His worried frame jogging over to his friends, chest tightening at the sight of you.

Your face was pale. Every inch of your face was bloodied and covered in dirt from lying on the ground. He couldn’t rid the image of your face out of his head. The image seared into his brain.

His eyes were trying to find your main source of injury, a shiver ran down his side at the blood pouring out of you. Clenching his hands, feeling his nails digging into his palms.

Shoko couldn’t let herself get overwhelmed, her hands quickly putting themselves to work. Hovering over your limp body clamping her eyes shut. Her technique worked on trying to find a heartbeat first, feeling it course her body head to toe. As the seconds passed her breaths quickened, feeling the tears welling up.

Ba dum… ba dum…

Faintly.

But she could work with faint.

If she had let go a second later, she would have missed it. Shoko’s heart rate had sky rocketed, leaning into your cold body as she let go of the breath she was holding in.

“I’ve got her.”

Those three words were all he heard. An indescribable sensation washing over him, his body trembling. Allowing himself to crumple onto himself covering his face with his hands. He attempted to slow his heart rate, telling himself you were okay. But his heart wouldn’t slow. Not until you were awake and walking.

The dirt graveling under someone's shoes was all Nanami could focus on. Burrowing his face further into the palms of his hand. The familiar stinging sensation on his eyes pissed him off, angrily wiping the forming tears.

“Nanami?”

“Hm.”

“Do you feel like talking right now?”

Letting out the breath he was holding, bringing his head up, hair falling over his face. Nanami locked eyes with his friends whose faces were crouched down on his level, eyeing the blonde man on the floor.

“It was a stupid mission. I could have done it all on my own. It took one hit… just one.”

Suturu hummed, nodding intently at his words, his mind racing as he tried to figure out all of the reasons for what caused all of this. Suguru kept an eye on the two boys who were whispering to themselves while staying aware of his surroundings, his body tense.

The temperature had dropped significantly. Being able to see the white puffs of air leaving his body, clenching and unclenching his hands.

He couldn’t tell how long they had even been fighting those curses.

It must have been hours.

His eyes looking up at the starry sky, willing himself to breathe.

Exhaling softly.

“… out of nowhere over 50 curses popped up. Not- not the same curse. They were all different. We were outnumbered, but she was fully capable. She took on the majority of them. But… I don’t know.” He ran his fingers through his dirtied hair, wincing at the slight tangles. “I could barely see. I think she was fighting one of them for a long time. I couldn’t catch a single glimpse of them.”

A silence washed over them.

“I feel so stupid.”

“Nanami.”

“No, Gojo. I could barely take on less than 20 while she took more than that. Including the fucking bastard that nearly killed her… what if- I mean what if she died?!”He spat out locking eyes with the white haired man crouched before him. “What then? What’s the point of doing all of this if I’m fucking useless.. I am the reason she’s here. I told her it would be a pointless mission to join in on, but she begged me to come. She begged me…”

Before he could stop himself, a wave of angry tears escaped his eyes, wiping them off hastily. Standing up from his position on the ground brushing past them to call a car to come take you guys back.

｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡

a/n: hey lovelies! i know i kinda wrote toji a lil unbelievably but it’s for the plot >~< but i hope you guys enjoy part 2! plz let me know if you have any questions or suggestions. lots of loveeeee

16 notes · View notes