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detectivesparrow · 7 months ago

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Title: In Good Hands

Paring: Sanzo Party x reader (Saiyuki), Genjo Sanzo x reader, Cho Hakki x reader, Son Goku x reader, Sha Gojyo x reader

Word Count: 2.1k.

TW: gn!reader, you compare your hands to the boys', reader has smaller hands, Goku is aged up, everyone is 18+, fluff, Gojyo's is a little suggestive tho

Genjo Sanzo

The Sanzo party's journey had led them to a small, secluded inn nestled amidst the rolling hills, where they sought respite from the trials of the road. As they settled into their rooms for the night, you found yourself drawn to the subtle intricacies of their hands – hands that had wielded weapons, offered prayers, and reached out in moments of both solace and strife.

The same pair of hands that saved you many times. The ones who, although bloodied and rugged, comfort in times of need.

Sanzo's hands, elegant and refined, bore the scars of a life steeped in battle.

As he meticulously cleaned his gun, you couldn't help but notice the way his fingers moved with a precision honed by years of practice, each movement deliberate and calculated.

The way they eased into the crevasses of the gun.

The way he meticulously cleaned his gun, each movement a testament to the years of skill and experience that defined him.

Sanzo, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle shift in your demeanor and raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry. "Something on your mind?" he asked, his voice cutting through the quiet of the night like a blade.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to articulate the swirling thoughts that danced through your mind. "It's nothing," you replied with a small smile, attempting to brush off your admiration as a mere passing curiosity, "just admiring your hands."

Sanzo just scoffed with a slight blush, looking to the side. With a flick of his wrist, he closed his gun and turned his full attention to you, his piercing gaze boring into your soul with unwavering intensity. "Don't lie to me," he said, his voice softer than you had expected. "I can tell when something's bothering you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the weight of his scrutiny heavy upon your shoulders. With a deep breath, you summoned the courage to speak your truth. "It's just… I couldn't help but notice the size difference between our hands," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sanzo's expression softened at your confession, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached out to take your hand in his own, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"It's true," he murmured, his thumb tracing gentle circles against the back of your hand. "Your hands are smaller than mine."

As Sanzo's thumb continued its soothing motion against the back of your hand, a quiet intimacy settled between you, the warmth of his touch melting away the lingering tension in the air.

You met his gaze, finding a depth of understanding in his eyes that took your breath away. "But despite the size difference," you began, your voice soft but resolute, "your hands have always been there for me when I needed them most. They've been my anchor in moments of chaos, my guiding light through the darkness."

Sanzo's expression softened further, a hint of vulnerability flickering across his features. "And yours have been my salvation," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "In a world consumed by violence and chaos, your touch has brought me peace."

A silent understanding passed between you, unspoken words weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and unspoken emotions. At that moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of calm and acceptance.

With a gentle squeeze of your hand, Sanzo broke the spell, his lips quirking up into a small, almost imperceptible smile. "Come on," he said, his voice tinged with warmth. "Let's get some rest. We have a long journey ahead of us."

As you followed him to your bed, a sense of contentment settled over you like a comforting blanket. Hand in hand, his warmth settles in with yours as you both settle in for the night. As you doze off, you faintly register his fingers lightly tracing over your knuckles, holding you tightly.

Cho Hakkai

The soft glow of the lantern cast gentle shadows across the room as Hakkai sat at the small table, his hands deftly preparing dinner with practiced ease.

The aroma of spices filled the air, mingling with the comforting scent of cooking rice.

You watched him work, mesmerized by the fluidity of his movements and the quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from him like a gentle aura.

Each chop of the knife, each stir of the pot, was performed with a precision that spoke volumes of his culinary expertise.

As he reached for a spice jar on the shelf, you couldn't help but notice the size of his hands – hands that had tended to wounds, prepared meals, and offered comfort in times of need.

They were strong yet gentle, capable of both great strength and delicate precision, and you found yourself drawn to the contrast between their robustness and your own smaller hands.

As you sat there, lost in thought, the sound of Hakkai's approach eluded your senses until he was standing right beside you. His presence was a comforting one, radiating a sense of tranquility that filled the otherwise silent room.

"Is something on your mind?" he asked softly, his voice a soothing melody that washed over you like a gentle breeze.

You shook your head, offering him a small smile. "Just thinking," you replied, your gaze drifting to his hands once more. "Yours are so much bigger than mine."

Hakkai glanced down at his own hands as if seeing them for the first time. He chuckled softly, a warm glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I suppose they are," he mused, his fingers tracing patterns in the air as if measuring the space between them.

There was a thoughtful pause before he spoke again, his voice soft and introspective. "It's funny, isn't it? How something as simple as the size of our hands can reveal so much about us," he remarked, his gaze meeting yours with a depth of understanding that took you by surprise.

You nodded in agreement, a sense of warmth blossoming in your chest at the connection you shared. "Yeah," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's like they're a reflection of who we are – our strengths, our weaknesses, our hopes, and our fears."

Hakkai smiled, a tender expression softening the lines of his face as he reached out to gently take your hand in his own. His touch was warm and reassuring, a silent reassurance of the bond that existed between you. "No matter the size of our hands, what matters is how we use them," he said quietly, his voice a gentle reassurance in the quiet of the room.

As you both sat together, surrounded by the peaceful ambiance of the quiet room, you felt a sense of comfort wash over you.

Your hands intertwined, fingers laced together.

It was as if time had stood still, and all that mattered in the world was the two of you, sitting there, enjoying each other's company, and being content in each other's presence.

Son Goku

The Sanzo party had set up camp for the night, the crackling fire casting flickering shadows across the clearing.

As the group settled in for the evening, you found yourself sitting beside Goku, the comforting heat of the fire enveloping you both as you enjoyed a simple meal of meat buns.

The aroma of cooked dough and savory filling filled the air, mingling with the smoky scent of the campfire.

Goku seemed to sense your gaze and turned to look at you, his eyes bright with curiosity. "What's up?" he asked, a lopsided grin spreading across his face, "are you full?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should voice the observation or question his grab for food.

But before you could respond, Goku reached out and gently took your hand in his own, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the strength you knew lay within his grasp.

As his fingers intertwined with yours, you couldn't help but marvel at the stark contrast in size between your hands. He engulfed yours, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand in a gesture that was both comforting and intimate.

"Goku, your hands..." you began, trailing off as you struggled to find the right words.

Goku glanced down at your hands, a look of realization dawning on his face as he took in the size difference. "Oh yeah, I guess my hands are kinda big, huh?" he chuckled sheepishly, his cheeks flushing slightly.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, they are," you agreed, unable to tear your gaze away from the sight of your hands intertwined with Goku's.

For a moment, there was silence between you, the crackling of the fire the only sound filling the air. But then Goku spoke again, his voice soft and filled with a warmth that melted away any lingering awkwardness.

"But you know," he said, his gaze meeting yours with a sincerity that took your breath away, "your hands might be smaller, but they're just as strong as mine. Maybe even stronger."

You blinked in surprise at his heartfelt words, feeling a rush of warmth flood your cheeks as a wave of emotion washed over you. "Thank you, Goku," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, your heart fluttering in your chest at the tenderness in his eyes.

Goku's smile softened, his gaze locking with yours in a moment that felt suspended in time.

The flickering firelight danced in his eyes, reflecting the depth of his feelings as he held your gaze with unwavering intensity.

"Anytime," he replied, his voice a soft murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

As he spoke, his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, the subtle gesture sending a thrill of electricity coursing through your veins.

It was as if in that fleeting moment, the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you and the unspoken promise of a connection that transcended words.

Sha Gojyo

The air in the cramped inn room was thick with tension, the dim light casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor.

As you sat across from Gojyo at the small table, a silence hung heavy between you, broken only by the soft murmur of voices drifting in from the bustling street outside.

Gojyo's crimson eyes flickered with a mixture of frustration and concern as he watched you fumble with the cards in your hand, your fingers struggling to maintain a firm grip on the slick surface.

With a sigh, he reached out to gently take the cards from your grasp, his touch surprisingly gentle against your skin.

"Here, let me help you with that," he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he deftly shuffled the deck with practiced ease. As he worked, you couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between his long, slender fingers and your own smaller, more delicate ones.

As Gojyo's fingers brushed against yours, a jolt of electricity shot through you, igniting a warmth that spread from your fingertips to the depths of your soul. His touch was electrifying yet tender, a paradox that left you breathless and longing for more.

"Thanks, Gojyo," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest as you met his gaze.

There was an intensity in his crimson eyes, a depth of emotion that mirrored your own, and for a moment, it felt as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you in the quiet intimacy of the inn room.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Gojyo's lips as he returned your gaze, his fingers stilling against the cards as he held your hand in his own. "Anytime," he replied, his voice a gentle caress that sent shivers down your spine.

"Well, since we are holding hands, we can't exactly play cards anymore. Can we?" you say cheekily, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Guess not," Gojyo chuckled, his gaze softening as he squeezed your hand gently. "But I think I've found something much better to do." With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "How about we find another way to pass the time?" he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

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detectivesparrow · 9 months ago

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Title: Bounded by Resolve

Paring: Sanzo Party x reader (Saiyuki)

Word Count: 2.1k.

TW: gn!reader, platonic?, reader gets hurt, comfort, Sanzo crew gets worried

Sweat beads on your brow as you watch, your heart hammering in your chest with a rhythm that matches the drumbeat of fear pulsing through your veins. The scent of sweat and fear hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest floor to create an atmosphere thick with tension.

The demon's approach is relentless, its movements sinuous and predatory as it slithers closer to the Sanzo party. The dense forest around you seems to pulse with a sinister energy, the eerie backdrop only adding to the sense of impending confrontation.

Suddenly, a low growl breaks the tranquility, shattering the eerie stillness of the forest. It's the harbinger of the approaching danger, a warning sign that sets your nerves alight with a fierce urgency.

With a swift and fluid motion, you step forward, your movements propelled by a sense of fierce determination that burns within you like wildfire.

Your comrades, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of danger, instinctively draw their weapons, their faces etched with a mixture of determination and resolve. The glint of steel in their hands reflects the fierce determination burning within their souls.

Sanzo, with his signature aloof demeanor, grips his gun with a steely resolve, his gaze piercing through the shadows with a clarity that belies the chaos of the moment. His lips curl into a grim line, a silent vow etched upon his features as he prepares to face whatever darkness lurks ahead.

Hakkai's calm facade masks the storm of emotions roiling beneath the surface, his hands steady as he readies his chi with practiced precision. His eyes betray a hint of concern, but beneath the worry lies a steadfast determination to stand firm against the encroaching threat.

Gojyo's easygoing demeanor gives way to a fierce intensity as he brandishes his favorite weapon, the gleaming blade of his shakujo flashing in the dappled sunlight. His stance is one of unwavering readiness, every muscle coiled like a spring as he prepares to unleash his fury upon any who dare to threaten his comrades.

Goku, ever the embodiment of boundless energy and enthusiasm, grips his extendable staff with a fierce determination, his eyes blazing with an inner fire that refuses to be extinguished. His muscles tense with anticipation, his entire being a testament to the unwavering loyalty he holds for his companions.

Demons emerge from the shadows like a nightmare-given form, its grotesque features twisted into a snarl of malevolence. Their eyes narrow as they size you up, their predatory gaze flickering with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine.

With every strike exchanged, the forest seems to hold its breath, the sounds of battle echoing amidst the ancient trees like a primal chorus. The clash of metal against flesh reverberates through the air, a symphony of violence and chaos that echoes through the ancient trees. Each strike is a dance of life and death, a testament to your skill and determination in the face of overwhelming odds.

With a guttural snarl, it lunges forward, its claws slashing through the air with deadly accuracy. Pain explodes across your side as you take the hit, a sharp gasp escaping your lips despite your best efforts to suppress it.

Adrenaline courses through your veins, heightening your senses to a razor-sharp edge. Every movement of your adversaries is cataloged with meticulous precision, their intentions laid bare before you like an open book.

As you stumble backward, the forest spins around you, disorienting and chaotic. The world tilts dangerously, threatening to swallow you whole as you struggle to regain your footing on unsteady ground. Every movement is an uphill battle against the relentless onslaught of pain that courses through your body, a symphony of agony that threatens to drown out all other sensations.

But you refuse to succumb to the overwhelming tide of pain. With a fierce determination burning bright within you, you push through the agony. The very fiber of your being screams in protest, but you steel yourself against the onslaught, drawing upon reservoirs of strength you never knew you possessed.

The world starts to blur around you, the sounds of battle fading into the background as you focus all of your energy on the task at hand. Each breath comes ragged and labored, every movement an act of defiance against the pain that threatens to consume you.

With each blow you deliver, you chip away at the demon's defenses, inching closer and closer to victory with every strike.

And as the battle rages on around you, you find yourself drawing strength from the unbreakable bond that binds you to your comrades. Their faces flash before your eyes, a reminder of the stakes at hand and the importance of your mission.

The battle rages on around you, a chaotic symphony of clashing weapons and anguished cries. Your vision swims as you struggle to keep pace with the frenetic pace of the fight, each movement sending waves of agony radiating through your wounded side. But still, you press on, driven by a single-minded resolve to protect those you hold dear.

A wave of exhaustion washes over you, threatening to drag you into unconsciousness. You cling to consciousness by sheer force of will.

As the last of the demons falls, a deafening silence descends upon the forest, broken only by the ragged gasps of your companions and the steady rhythm of your own labored breathing.

Your limbs feel as heavy as lead, each movement a Herculean effort that sends shooting pains lancing through your battered body.

Your muscles ache with a deep-seated weariness, every fiber screaming in protest with each faltering step you take. It's as if your bones are made of molten iron, dragging you down with each labored breath, each heartbeat a thunderous drumbeat in your ears.

Your vision swims in and out of focus, the world around you reduced to a hazy blur of muted colors and indistinct shapes. Each footfall sends shockwaves of agony radiating through your weary frame, threatening to send you sprawling to the forest floor in a heap of exhaustion and pain.

But still, you cling to consciousness. Every ounce of your being is focused on the single-minded task of following the Sanzo party back onto the road.

"Aw man, that was it?" Goku chimes out. "Man, I'm starving!"

"Shut up, you stupid monkey!" Gojyo shouts.

"Hey, that was a big fight!"

"Now, now, the next town is about a drive's breakfast" Hakai chides.

"All right! Let's go!" Goku says as he jumps in the backseat.

You move carefully with them, to avoid the injury being seen. Sanzo takes a small glance back at your unusual slowness, but chalks it up as exhaustion.

With every passing moment, your condition worsens, the relentless march of time eroding the fragile facade of strength you've meticulously maintained. The blood-soaked fabric of your shirt clings to your skin like a macabre second skin, a grim reminder of the toll exacted by the fierce battle you've waged.

Each movement sends jolts of agony coursing through your weary frame. Your vision narrows to a pinprick, the darkness at the edges creeping ever closer with each labored heartbeat.

The world blurs into a hazy blur of pain and exhaustion as you struggle to remain upright. Each breath comes out softly, ragged and labored, with the darkness at the edges of your vision creeping ever closer.

It's Gojyo who notices first, his sharp eyes catching the telltale signs of your distress. With a curse, he breaks away from the group, rushing to your side with a sense of urgency that belies his usual carefree demeanor.

"Hakkai, we've got a problem," he calls out urgently, his voice cutting through the atmosphere like a knife.

Hakkai's brow furrows in concern as he glances over his shoulder, his hands steady on the wheel as he maneuvers the vehicle through the dense forest. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice a calm anchor amidst the rising tide of panic.

Gojyo's expression is grim as he gestures towards you, his movements urgent and decisive. "It's y/n. They're hurt bad," he says, his words clipped and to the point as he assesses the extent of your injuries.

Panic sets in among your comrades as they realize the severity of your condition, their frantic attempts to rouse you echoing in the recesses of your fading consciousness. Through the haze, you hear their voices, a jumble of worry and fear that cuts through the fog of pain enveloping your mind.

"Hey, come on! Wake up!" Goku pleads, his voice cracking with emotion as he searches desperately for any sign of consciousness.

Sanzo's jaw tightens with concern as he watches the scene unfold, his normally stoic facade betraying a hint of unease. "We need to get them help. Now," he declares, his tone holding no argument, directing Hakkai to pick up the pace.

Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, you struggle to make sense of the chaos around you. The voices of your comrades blend together in a cacophony of worry and fear, their urgent pleas a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to consume you whole.

As you faded out, succumbing to the pain, the group discuss their next action.

"Damn it. Why didn't they say anything?" Sanzo grumbles, huffing out a smoke.

"Hakai, hurry!" Goku shouts. "It looks really bad!"

"I'm trying, Goku. I can only go so fast!" Hakai replies, going as fast as he can, as he glances at you through the rearview mirror.

Gojyo remains silent, his hands putting pressure on your wounds. His expression laced with concern.

"This damn idiot" he curses. "When you wake up, I'll kill you."

Time loses all meaning as you drift in and out of consciousness, the world reduced to a series of fragmented impressions and fleeting moments of clarity.

As consciousness gradually returns, you find yourself enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and safety, the soft embrace of a bed cradling your weary body.

The gentle rustle of fabric and the faint scent of herbs mingle in the air, offering a soothing balm to your senses as you struggle to piece together the fragments of memory that cling to the recesses of your mind.

It's only when you finally awaken to the warmth of a bed and the gentle touch of bandages around your waist that you realize you've been saved from the brink of death.

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you find yourself greeted by the familiar faces of your companions, their expressions a swirling mix of relief and concern.

As you shuffle yourself upright, the group quickly comes over.

Sanzo's gruff voice pierces through the haze, his words laced with a grudging sense of worry that he can't quite conceal.

"You're lucky you didn't bleed out before we found you," he mutters, his gaze flickering between irritation and genuine concern. "Next time, try not to be so reckless."

Hakkai's gentle touch brushes against your forehead, his hands deftly adjusting the bandages that encircle your waist. "You gave us quite a scare," he says softly.

Gojyo's worried expression speaks volumes, his usually jovial demeanor tempered by the gravity of the situation. "Damn it, don't you ever scare us like that again," he grumbles, his words tinged with a vulnerability rarely shown.

Goku's infectious grin is a welcome sight. "I knew you'd pull through!" he exclaims, his voice brimming with unbridled enthusiasm.

As the atmosphere lightens with shared relief, Goku's bright grin widens even further, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, now that you're awake, can we eat?" he interjects, his stomach audibly growling in agreement.

A chorus of chuckles ripples through the room at Goku's typically straightforward request. Sanzo rolls his eyes in mock exasperation, but there's a hint of fondness in his gaze as he nods in agreement. "Fine, fine," he concedes, his gruff tone softening just a fraction. "But make it quick."

Hakkai smiles warmly, already rising to his feet to prepare a meal for the weary travelers. "Of course, Goku. I'll grab something simple yet satisfying," he assures, his soothing voice a calming presence amidst the lingering tension.

Gojyo's grin mirrors Goku's as he claps you on the shoulder, his touch gentle despite the underlying strength in his grip. "Sounds good to me. Can't have you starving after all that heroics," he quips, his tone light yet sincere.

As the aroma of food begins to fill the room, a sense of warmth and camaraderie settles over the Sanzo party like a comforting blanket. And as you gather around the makeshift table, sharing stories and laughter amidst mouthfuls of food, you're reminded once again of the unbreakable bond that binds you together, even in the face of life's greatest challenges.

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